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#if not i get a break and a million dollars when i get back
bylertruther · 2 years
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yes i'm rereading one of the best will-centric fics of all time aka i didn't know there were wizards in california for the fiftieth time and crying like a baby at this part no i am not capable of being normal about it thank u !!!!!!!
#with all due respect which is none i will never in my LIFE accept 'i hate who i am' that is not MY will byers!!!!!#MY will byers fought and ran and hid and stayed alive in the upside down he never gave up hope he continued to fight each and every day of#his increasingly miserable life he REFUSED to be anyone else even when people bullied him for it even when his own father abused him for it#he was taken and ransacked and pillaged and he continued to build himself back up he REFUSED to break he REFUSED to fade away#william byers continues to love his art and love his 'nerdy' interests he continues to dress how he wants#he continues to be sensitive he continues to love what he loves he refuses to change!!!!!#he is strong!!!! he gets kidnapped and possessed by an eldritch entity and stands right back up!!!!#he doesn't turn over!!!! that's my william byers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#my william byers who is so brave that despite everything in the world telling him not to he follows his heart and confesses his love to his#best friend and tells him everything that he's always felt and masks it as his sister's because he thinks that would make it more#meaningful to him and he doesn't care if it breaks his own heart to tiny little bits he does it anyway because he loves mike so much#because he is who he is and he cannot change that and he will never change that!!!!!!!#THAT'S MY WILLIAM BYERS !!!!!!#also anyone else utterly heartbroken tht richie n will don't end up together in this one . BDHJFBDJH#their ships are so good but like ........ /richie/. literally and truly and actually will's soulmate in this fic lbr.#mike will have to grovel n beg n plead n give me five million dollars before i even THINK abt letting him near my boy 🙄🤨😤#n the author said there would be more will/eddie in part two so like . i am heavy breathing i am shaking i am crying i am ASCENDING#mine
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milo-is-rambling · 11 months
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Why have I been so angry recently. Like violent rage angry. Like scream until I can’t talk rage. Like need to punch a window and watch the glass shatter. Like so fucking angry. I’m not even pmsing. Like what is happening to me????
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anastasiabowe · 3 months
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𝘾𝙃𝘼 𝘾𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂! — Your husbands who just can’t say no to your cute little face, but sometimes that comes with a cost you will have to pay.
note: This one came to me in a DREAM. I want a man like this, so why not make my man like this?🤷🏽‍♀️
Content warnings: overstim, piv, punishment, rich husband, spanking, tough love, swearing, anything else 17+
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★ — 𝗡𝗔𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗜
Nanami loved when you were happy. It wasn’t even a happy wife happy life situation, it was a I love seeing her smile situation. He never denied you of any expensive item you wanted. I mean how could he say no to you? He watched as you practically skipped around the mall with his black card, showcasing it if anyone who glanced at you.
He smirked seeing you happy, but yet he felt a little disappointed by your lack of self control. He knew what he was getting into when he pulled out that million dollar ring. His strong arms were lined with black bags and name brands, your hands only holding his card and one small bag. He didn’t mind though, as long as you were happy!
But don’t think he lets you get away with everything! If you have an attitude after this shopping spree, which you do, he will punish you, and that’s because he loves you! It was an agreement, if you can spend his cash, he can use you, or what he likes to say, “enjoy you.”
“Nanamin!” You whined as your new set of black nails tried to push his stomach away.
“Yes?” His deep, yet professional voice oh so casually responded, despite his deep thrusts.
“P-please slow down! I can’t t-take it!” He chuckled at you, you were too cute to ignore, but this is what you deserve! You spent thousands of dollars today, and when he simply asked “are you almost done?” You give an attitude? Oh no, no, no. You weren’t going to get away with that.
“I’m sorry baby, just wanna show you who’s paying for everything you bought today. Just wanna show you who you were giving an attitude to.” He started to speed up, and you cried from the amount of orgasms you’ve had.
“Just one more, then you can have a break.” He kissed your head, and readjusted his position, you both know it won’t be one more.
★ — 𝗧𝗢𝗝𝗜
Toji hated when you spent his money. And what I mean by hate, I mean he will hand you his card and regret it later. You’re actually a modest shopper. You have a bit of an expensive taste, but you have respect for Toji enough to not go crazy. But when Toji had handed you his card at the mall and gave you and said something back handed, you went a little wild.
You bought new heels, expensive jeans, expensive make up, expensive bags. You swiped his card until your hand had a rectangular shape from how hard you gripped it while you tapped it to the card reader.
When Toji later that night checked all of the receipts (which you purposely got so he could see how mad you were) he nearly blew a fuse. $10,000 worth of items you bought. Even though that is nearly nothing compared to how much is in his bank account, it was the principle of it.
“I give you my fucking card only for you to use it like a fucking piece of plastic.” His hand smacked your left ass cheek, making you dig your nails into his thigh.
“I-I’m sorry!” You cried. He rubbed his hand over the deep red mark, and tsked.
“I bet you are.” He landed two more hits to your left and right cheek. You let out a whimper and he ripped both of your cheeks again.
“$10,000, y/n. What were you shopping for, a house?” He chuckled at his own joke, but you didn’t find this funny. He landed another smack. “What made you think that was ok?”
You sniffled from crying and the rage you felt earlier burned through your body again. “Maybe if you didn’t call me a gold digger, yo I wouldn’t be $10,000 poorer!”
The word “poor” irked something in him he hasn’t felt in a while. He grabbed your hair and pulled your head up.
“I’d watch your fucking mouth, I’m the one who fucking pays for your shit.” He spat, you frown, and your bottom lip slowly popped out. He knew what you were doing, but it wasn’t going to work.
“Nah, don’t pull that shit.” He smirked, but the longer he looked at your face the more guilty he felt.
“Y/n.” He warned. You continued to look at him with that face, and he sighed. “You spoiled brat.” He let go of your hair, and moved you to straddle him.
“Just don’t be spending my money all crazy ‘n shit.” You nodded, and he rolled his eyes.
You always fucking win.
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newtkive · 2 months
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confectionary clash - carmen berzatto
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pairing: carmen berzatto x afab!reader (established relationship)
summary: carmy's girl is the human embodiment of a sweetheart. that is, unless it's that time of the month and richie provokes her.
wordcount: 3.2k
warnings: swearing, fighting, weaponized incompetence from richie but we still love him.
a/n: this was meant to be a drabble but turned into 3k words. so it's written kinda like a drabble?? (hence the lowercase i can't be arsed to change) but just... long. idk hopefully its entertaining. also, i don't mean to demonize richie, he's my favorite character i think,, i just love writing him as problematic lmao cuz he's so funny. anyways, enjoy!
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as carmy’s confidant and girlfriend, you were always the voice of reason. with just a string of words, you’d be calming him down after a hectic work day, giving him a fresh perspective on his work dilemmas since you were outside of the restaurant circle. in the time he’s known you, he hadn’t seen you do as much as barely raise your voice. maybe the occasional snap, but you always follow it up with swift apologies and big watery eyes.
that is, unless you’re in pain. specifically cramps. the sight of you 180ing from a sweet girl with a bright smile and even sweeter words, to an evil sorceress with spells rolling off your tongue, inflicting curses onto anyone who irritates you is jarring. a bit dramatic, sure, but that’s what you were during that time of the month—dramatic.
carmy tries best to dote on you. you would never ask him to go out of his way for something, unless it’s grabbing a heating pad or water, but carmy wants you to. it takes prying to hear your desires and cravings after asking a million times, and you begrudgingly give in with no expectations. nevertheless, you end up with exactly what you asked for, or something close to it, and you’re endlessly grateful.
on days when you stop into the restaurant when you’re feeling down, carmy enacts this same routine. if it’s food, he’ll cook it for you; desserts, he’ll grab any extras marcus has (or marcus happily makes it from scratch if they're not busy, claiming he needs the practice). if you want snacks, he sends his right hand man richie out to grab them despite your protests.
richie does it often whenever you stop into the store, and he acts like it’s a chore sometimes, but everyone has a hunch that he really loves it. come on, twenty dollars to get a few items for you and pocket the rest for himself? plus a break from work? done deal.
richie wouldn’t admit it, but he liked taking care of you too. you were always a sweetheart to him, but it wasn’t in his personality to be as sincere as you, so this was a little act of service to show his love. besides, the year and a half you’ve known him has definitely earned you the title of a friend, and you’d agree.
now, you don’t ever want to seem ungrateful, but when you ask for a specific treat, you get disappointed when you don’t really get it. maybe it’s the fluctuating mood talking, but you always end up snapping at richie due to his poor choices. if you ask for one thing, he’ll get you the next, and you even suspect he does it on purpose sometimes. pulling reactions from people is his specialty.
it’s not like you’re a complete bitch about it, because he took his time out to go get you something, but richie has a problem with weaponized competence even with his new and improved attitude. you know he can get you the jolly ranchers you suggested, but he chooses to grab goldfish because it’s closer to checkout. it was annoying, but you never really brought it up to carmy. it's not like you needed to, it wasn't a huge deal. you figured richie could use the little break, and you don’t hate the snacks he brings.
except on days like this.
you were at the restaurant on a slow day, dragged yourself out of bed despite your cramps just to see your little grumpy boyfriend and hide in his office. even as you entered the establishment through the back you glared at richie (who sweetly waved) in passing, side eyeing a few of the newbies who ran in front of you despite their apologies. none of your usual bright smiles and cheery greetings. the bee line straight to the office was a clear enough explanation for how you were feeling.
upon entering, carmy looked up in a panic, which quickly melted into a soft smile at the sight of his girlfriend. “hey, baby.” he cooed softly, immediately scooting back from his desk to reach out to grasp at your waist. you let him, but pushed down the irritation, not favoring touch at the moment. however, his rough hands sliding a little under your shirt to grasp at the flesh of your hips calmed you down, earning a small quirk of the lips from you.
“whatcha doin’ here, love?” he asks, bringing one of your hands to his lips to kiss softly, still looking up at you.
you shrug, squeezing his hand, face a bit stoic. you’d been like this for a couple of days so he wasn’t surprised by your lack of friendliness. knowing you this long, carmy became accustomed to your monthly mood swings, and he felt privileged that you didn’t feel the need to put up an act for him.
“missed you.” you finally sighed, scooting closer so you stood between his knees. palms found both sides of carmy’s face and tilted it upwards a bit so you could study his appearance. stressed and tired. however, he seemed to glow at the mere admission of you missing him. it took a few seconds for his brain to rewire, looking up at you like you created the cosmos. the only reason you heard his soft, shy, ‘missed you too’ was because of the stagnant silence.
“hungry?” carmy asked, beaming from the attention. you shrugged again, allowing him to tighten his grip on your sides and tug you onto his lap. whining a bit in protest, you reposition yourself, legs falling over his lap and arms around his neck. your faces were closer now, and carmy looked at your sad eyes with a little pang in his chest. brows furrowing, he tilted his head and snuck a hand under your chin. long, tattooed fingers tickled at your chin, and before you knew it you were giggling and grinning while batting his hand away.
“cmon, i know you must want somethin’.” your grin was infectious and laced in his soft words. you hummed, already cheered up, and tapped a finger against your chin to make a thinking face. carmy chuckled, brushing a lock of hair away from your eyes and patiently waited.
a thought crossed your mind and you met gazes again. “i might go grab some little debbie snacks from around the corner.” you decided and nodded to yourself as if solidifying your decision.
as you started sitting up more, carmy’s grip tightened on your waist. “ah, ah, no. stay here.” he protested. soon enough he was calling out ‘cousin!’ and richie came bounding over, opening the office door.
richie’s face used to contort in disgust at any visual sign of affection exchanged between you and carmy, but he was used to it now. “what’s up, cousin?” he asked, almost seeming out of breath, eyes flickering between the both of you.
a short exchange between the two occurred: carmy asking richie to run to the corner store, handing richie a twenty, and richie asking you precisely what you wanted. you made it simple and easy, something he could remember: oreos and ho-hos, a midwestern's guilty pleasure.
“ight, cap’n, i’ll be back.” richie says, saluting you two before heading out. both you and carmy exchanged an amused smirk, knowing the only reason richie went was to get himself some cigarettes and hot fries he would scarf down on the walk back.
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in the twenty minutes richie was gone, the kitchen had gone to shit. the newbies had been running the wrong food to tables, online orders were filling the tablet nonstop due to a discount glitch, and carmy was close to losing it. sitting in the office, now alone with the muffled sound of your boyfriend yelling, you were more grumpy than before. arms crossed, you snapped your head to the side once the door creaked open. in walked richie with a plastic bag, inside of it holding your hope for a better day.
"what took you so long?" you frowned up at him, but sat up straighter in anticipation. you eyes almost shone as you looked at corner store logo on the bag.
"went the long way." he mumbled, digging in the plasic. the skeptical look on your face didn't leave as he pulled out an item and set it on the table. your frown deepened further as you noticed there was nothing at all you asked for, only met with a crushed sleeve of crackers.
“where are the oreos?” you sighed out, lips pursed in a bit of a pout.
“didn’t find any, so i got you some peanut butter crackers.” he mumbled, digging around the bag again, as if he didn’t just break your heart. if it was anyone else you'd believe them, but with richie you figured he just got bored of looking.
your jaw fell slack and you gaped like a fish for a moment, waiting for him to pull out more treats from his bag. but that time didn’t come, as he fished a pack of cigarettes out instead. “and the ho-ho’s?” your voice was hopeful.
richie perked up at that, putting the cigarettes down next to the crackers. the next second he presented you with a smushed mountain of brown and white concealed in a plastic wrapper sitting atop the palm of his hand. eyes flicking between the disappointment before you and his face, you frowned in disbelief.
richie only managed to emote as much as a ‘yikes’ face before placing it on the desk. “got smushed in transit, but tastes the same!” he gave his best attempt at a smile. your brows grew taut together and anger bubbled up in your chest. you were sure your face was quickly turning red.
“carmy gave you twenty dollars, and you come back with this?!” you hiss out, daring to look at the dry crackers and smushed up dream of a ho-ho. the sight only made you become angrier. this was something a senile old person would give you, not a competent 40-something-year-old man. his lack of care was clear, and you were boiling.
richie just scoffed—he had the nerve to scoff.
“no, not just that! i got a sprite and a few pack of cigs for myself and the guy.” he waved around one of them to prove his point. if you thought you were mad before, you reached a new level of anger. usually, you’d deal with the disappointment and thank richie for even going—aside from a smart alec remark.
however, the demon conducting your period for this month did not make your rational decisions seem clear nor enticing. as you shot up from carmy’s chair, you only knew you wanted to make richie as upset as you were in this moment.
with one finger poking his chest, you began raising your voice. as soon as you started talking, richie's eyes turned wide as saucers, exactly like a deer in headlights. a string of curses snuck into your tirade, between phrases such as “you always fucking do this richie!” and “are you fuckin’ dumb?! did you get dropped on your head?!”. you only figured he didn't fire back right away because he was so stunned.
outside of the office, the kitchen was calmer now. things were finally falling into order but still required carmy’s supervision until the sudden rush ended. the only disturbance was you. now, it was your voice yelling behind closed doors and not carmy’s.
the chef—in the middle of helping sydney plate a dish—just about gave himself whiplash with how fast he turned around to look at the barely cracked door of the office. there was the telltale muffled yelling, but what shocked him was it was clearly you yelling.
turning back around, carmy gawked at sydney who silently shared the same look of surprise. it was only until they heard richie start yelling back that sydney silently pushed him toward the door. it didn’t take more than a second for carmy to snap out of his surprise and march over to the office.
throwing the hand towel he was using over his shoulder, he yanked the heavy door open before all but body slamming his way into the room and slamming the door closed. the yelling was suddenly clear, as if carmy was being pulled out from underwater.
“YOU GET ME WHAT I ASKED YOU, OR GET ME NOTHING AT ALL!”
“THEN YOU’D BITCH ABOUT THAT TOO—“
“OR NOTHING AT ALL!”
“hey, hey, HEY!” the two of you were too busy at each others throats to even hear carmy enter, until his voice brought you both to a halt, heads turning towards him.
carmy’s eyes were immediately glued to you, not paying the least bit of attention to richie. your arms were stiff as boards to your sides, fists and jaw clenched, brows taut, and race beet red. the man had never seen you look like this before, and his instinct to comfort you took over. turning to richie with a look that could kill, carmy finally spoke. “what did you do?”
“what did i do?! except take precious time to get your girl shit she didn’t even want?!”
an offended gasp left your mouth, and you retorted instantly. “oh please! because a crushed up sleeve of crackers and a mountain of mushed up cake is just what i asked for!”
“you’re ungrateful.” richie pointed a finger at you now. carmy launched forward and slapped it down. he knew richie would never hurt you, and you knew it too, as you just rolled your eyes in response, but carmy’s instinct’s took over. richie didn’t even look phased, just irritated. carmy stood in front of you and forcefully turned richie around by his shoulders to send him to the door. if carmy didn't have half of a sane mind, he would’ve kicked richie's bottom with his shoe for good measure.
“go take a break chef! or do whatever the fuck, i don’t care.” carmy shouted after richie, and the man left with a slam of the door.
you simply watched the scene unfold with arms crossed and that same deep set frown. carmy turned around to face you as the air settled, a hand running through his hair. blue eyes raked over your tense form and carmy decided he would give you a little space to calm down. however, the second he saw your bottom lip wobbling and eyes grow watery he threw that thought to the wind
“hey, no, no, don’t cry.” carmy extended his arms and collected you into them. the tense posture you held relaxed into his slouched form as he held you close; one hand in your hair, and the other rubbing circles on your back as you sniffled.
a pit of guilt burned in your stomach and spurred you into attempting to bury yourself into carmy. blue straps of his apron rubbed against your cheek as you shuffled impossibly closer. usually, carmy would love this, but right now he'd do anything to not see you so out of it. shushing you, he pressed a kiss to your forehead.
there were a few beats of you hiding away before you decided to pull back a bit to face him again—and boy did you look pitiful.
the same cheeks previously bright with anger were now flush with embarrassment and stained with tears. a tattooed hand found itself sitting on your cheek, thumb rubbing under your eye to collect a fallen tear. at the touch, your eyes fluttered closed, and carmy’s heart broke at the sight.
“you gonna tell me what happened?” your boyfriend asked, trying not to make you feel even more guilty. his full attention was on you. exhaling slowly, your eyes fluttered back open and were met with those bright blue ones that always calmed you down.
“i dunno, i just-“ you shook your head and carmy waited patiently, “it wasn’t even a big deal, but richie just really set me off for some reason.”
“yeah, may as well join the club.” carmen’s words were light, not at all sarcastic, but aiming to ease you and bring out a smile. it worked, your lips turning upwards and carmy mimicking the half smile. he looked down at you with such love, head tilted to follow every time yours moved, and thumb caressing your cheek as he took in every expression.
your smile finally faltered as you glanced back at the office desk. “i feel so awful. he went out and got me stuff and i just yelled at him.” you sputter out.
carmy followed your gaze over his shoulder to finally see what started all of this. at the sight of the crackers and ball of what looked like mush, carmy scoffs in both disbelief and amusement, because of course richie would bring you that. turning back towards you, the chef finally gets it.
“baby, if someone brought me that shit while my insides were shedding i’d kill them.” he chuckled.
“really?” you asked hopefully, smile forming again.
“yes, really. even if i wasn’t goin’ through that i’d actually kick his ass.” carmy mirrored your smile.
nodding, you let yourself chuckle along with him. strong arms found you again and you were wrapped in a tight hug, allowing his squeezes to take away some guilt you were feeling. a moment passed and you knew carmy had to get back to work. with a sigh, you pulled back.
it was your turn to reach up and cup his cheek. guiding his face close, you met him halfway and pressed your lips to his in a kiss. lips moving against his, your noses brushed, and after a moment you let the kiss dissipate; lips slowly falling away from where they were molded together. one last peck was placed on carmy’s lips, as if saying, ‘thank you for being so attentive’. that earned an appreciate hum.
you both beamed, faces still close as you came back down to earth. “you gotta get back to work, and i gotta apologize.” you murmured and carmy nodded obediently.
with apprehension, carmy let you go, arms floating in the air for half a second as he walked backwards towards the door. “don’t go easy on him, though. richie lives for a fight. that was probably his anger management for the day.” carmy smirked, grasping the doorknob.
you just shook your head, eyes narrowed teasingly. before he turned to leave, you called out to him. “thank you, carmy.”
the man just gave you a confused look, chuckling. “don’t thank me, you're my girl.” with that he was back to work and you were left to your own devices. with one more glance at the monstrosity on the office desk, you left the room and went on a search for richie.
thirty minutes later, carmy was due for a smoke break and approached the back door. he slowed his tracks, lighter and cigarette in hand as he cracked the door and heard giggling. the sight before him was drastically different than before: you and richie sitting on a ledge next to each other, giggling and bumping shoulders. carmy breathed out a laugh at the sight and fully walked out. this caught both of your attention, grinning ear to ear as you clearly made up.
“hey, cousin!” richie grinned, and you both waved. figures.
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tootiecakes234 · 3 months
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Going to the Hero Awards with Katsuki for the first time:
You and Mina had been doing prep ALL DAY. The hair, the makeup, final dress fittings, you name it. It was kinda nice, like a self pampering that was being funded by the best boyfriend of all time. Katsuki had given you his card and told the both of you to go nuts. He had to work the day of so he’d be getting home just in time to get ready and leave.
Mina had helped you pick out the cutest dress you’d even seen and it was orange to match Katsuki’s hero theme. Your other accessories being black with slight hints of green here and there.
You’re not gonna lie, you were VERY nervous. This was a big award for him. He’d ended up being number six at the last one and this was the year he breaks into the top 5.
Kats has been acting like it’s not a big deal but you’ve been able to feel how anxious he’s really been. So tonight you were gonna focus on holding yourself together and being there for him in whatever way he needed.
You were touching up your makeup just a little when you heard the front door open. He’s running behind.
“Fuck, I know I’m late. I gotta hop in the shower and FUCK! I never picked up my clothes from the-“, he was pacing around the room like a madman.
“Hey, hey.” And you placed your hands on his shoulders to steady him for a minute. “I have your clothes, they’re hanging up in the closet above your shoes. I have your hair stuff laid out on the counter and you might wanna get a quick shave in too.” You say as you run your hands along his stubble.
And he takes a deep breath. And then another.
“Thanks, I got sidetracked at work and time got away from me.”
“ ‘s fine. You’ve got time. Go ahead and hop in the shower and let me know if your need anything, yeah?”
He leans down a places a soft kiss to your forehead and then heads for the bathroom.
Yeah, this was gonna be a long night.
When Katsuki comes out of the bathroom he’s gotta towel wrapped around his waist and he’s looking a lot more himself.
You were sitting down putting on your shoes, but you stop and look up because you noticed he’s not moving anymore.
“What’s wrong?” You ask him.
“You look…… incredible” and the way you start blushing is insane. You cant even make eye contact with him. His compliments are usually never that straightforward. It shocked you a bit.
“Thanks” you whisper softly. And then outta the corner of your eye you see him striding toward you.
“Kats-“ but your lips are covered by his and you just know he’s gonna be covered in your lipstick.
When he pulls back he has a full grin on his face.
“Damn, I feel a lot better now. Gonna have the hottest woman on my arm and I’m gonna finally be in the top 5. Was worried about nothin.”
The smile that shines in your eyes is worth a million dollars.
“You’re not gonna have any of that if you don’t finish getting dressed so we can leave.” And you start pushing him away. “Go. Hurry up”
“Yeah yeah, ‘m goin” he mumbles as he walks away.
“And wipe the lipstick off your face” you shout behind him.
You guys manage to make it just before the doors close for the event and you’re sat at a table with Eijirou and Mina.
They go through the whole spiel of course before they start announcing the Hero’s in their order.
This year Pinky was number 18 which was 6 whole spots higher than last year and Red Riot broke into the top 10 sitting at number 8. You cheered so loud for your friends, but you didn’t fail to notice that Kats hand had slipped into yours and was holding on pretty tight.
He kept a straight face but he was beyond wrecked on the inside. You look over at him and give the the most encouraging smile you can muster.
The numbers continued to be listed off they’d finally gotten into the top 5. He hadn’t heard his name at 5 or 4.
“Coming in as the number 3 Hero in Japan, Great Explosion Murder God: Dynamight. “
He’d broken into the top 3!! You looked over at him and his face was as stoic as ever. Ever the cool man on the outside. This man leaned over, placed a quick kiss to your lips and then walked onto the stage to accept his prize.
“Ugh, yea I worked hard for this. It’s well deserved. Thanks to my agency and the best girl a guy could ask for…. Next year I’ll be number 1.” And then He just walks off.
Everyone else had given these heartfelt speeches but his was of course sweet simple and to the point.
Katsuki has grown up, doesn’t mean he’s changed all that much.
Number 1 ends up being Izuku for the second year in a row. When he walks past Katsuki they hug and congratulate each other. You were happy to see how far their relationship had come.
After the awards are given out, they had back to their seats and you guys have dinner. After, Everyone goes around congratulating and thanking. Most of them kissing ass really, but you digress. You’re in the middle of talking to some agent you really have no interest in talking to when you feel a warm arm wrap around your waist.
“I’m taking her now.”, you hear him say as he starts dragging you off.
“Hey, that was really rude.”
“Too damn bad. I’m number 3 hero, I do what I want” he says and you can hear the smirk on his face.
“Where are you taking me, Mr. Bigshot” ?
“Home. We came, we saw, we conquered. Now I get to have my real prize all to myself.
“And what would that be?” You ask as coyly as you can muster.
“Obviously you dummy. Wanna see how good that dress looks bunched around your waist” he whispers against your ear.
That has you walking with a pep in your step to get out to your car and home.
This had turned out to be a lot better than you’d expected it to.
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soggyriceee · 10 months
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strawberry | Konig nsfw
| this one is a smut, but also angst. basically, Konig gets you to use your safe word for the very first time after being gone for a year in the German base. so, I hope you all enjoy :) |
warnings: rough sex, crying (not good kind) angst, aggressive konig, not edited, will be edited in the morning
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Konig was always gentle during sex. and it a hundred percent had to do with the fact he was literally twice your height and then some. yes he left hickeys, small small bruises on your hips from his grasp, left your legs a bit wobbly. but those were normal considering his size. and even when you reassured him you liked that, he would always apologize profusely, getting you anything you need for hours and hours after.
but tonight, he was a whole other man. he wasn't the same kind and giving Konig. and to an extent you liked the new dominance, the new aggression. it was hot.
until it wasn't.
Konig had been between your legs, fingering and eating you out for about an hour. he was hungry, and not for edible food. he was hungry for you. that sweet pussy of yours, your tight cunt gripping his fingers or dick. he missed it while he was back in Germany for some mission he had given you little information about. all you knew was he was in the middle of Germany, killing potential threats.
already you had came 4 times (that he allowed). he was so pussy drunk, he hadn't realized the tears that brimmed those pretty eyes. in fact, his eyes were closed, his lower half grinding into the bed. you were sure he had already came in his pants at least twice at this point. he would occasionally whimper into you pussy, his hips moving faster against the bed. " fuck ive missed this pussy maus.. you dont even understand." he said into your drenched cunt. a mix of saliva and cum ran down your legs, a big puddle underneath the both of you.
"k-konig can we.. take a break please." you cried from above, your legs shaking despite his mouth simply on your thighs, leaving more and more marks. he nipped at the soft flesh of yours after those words came out, a low growl leaving his lips. " how dare you ask such a question?" he rose, pulling his pants down. and you were right.
his dick was layered in his cum, more of it dripping out from the tip. he was so agonizingly hard, he couldnt bare to fuck into the bed anymore. he needed what he dreamt of every night since leaving. and he needed it now. "imma fuck my babies into you liebling.. make you swollen with them." he said, almost to himself, as he grabbed the base of him, looking down at your pussy.
as much as you wanted him to rearrange your guts, you were drained. he had made you so overstimulated, you could barely form thoughts. it was hard trying to even raise your head from the pillow. but he didnt care. he hadn't realized it before, but as much as he does want to cherish your body like its a rare piece of art from olden times, worth millions of dollars, he loved seeing you fucked out just as much. he loved seeing how he had complete control over your body and there was nothing you could do. it sparked a whole new person in him, one that you were quickly growing scared of.
before you could process his tip sliding slowly into you with ease, his hips were already slamming into yours, his balls hitting your cum soaked ass with so much force, the sound filled the room. your hands clutched onto his shoulders for dear life, your eyes squeezing shut. " you look so fucking pretty maus.. so fucking pretty. all fucked out like this.. shit~" he groaned, his eyes watching your face twist in what he believed was pleasure.
and for a bit it was. until he raised your leg all the way up, leaving the other down. your leg fell over his shoulder and your arms flopped to your side. he was hitting directly at your cervix and it hurt. but he was in so much pleasure. his head fell back as his eyes rolled to the back of his head, his lips spitting out dirty phrases in both English and German.
and of course, being away from sex for a year, Konig was beyond sensitive. he came for the first time within the first few thrusts, his head falling into your bruised breasts, whimpering out how good it feels. but that didnt stop him. he kept going.
his hand found its way to your throat, gripping it unintentionally hard. with the mix of tears and now the shortness of breath, it was all a lot on your body physically. Konig had gotten to carried away inside your pussy, the way it sucked him back in. "fuck maus.. your s-so wet.. im close again~" he whimpered, his lips latching to your breasts to find space to mark it yet again.
at this point you were literally going in and out of vision. his grip on you grew tighter as he released yet another load into you. you too felt your pussy leaking, unaware of the knot that was in your stomach. you were feeling too many things at once that you ended up going completely numb. you whimpered below him, trying to find anything to get him to realize that you needed a break. but the tears that fell from your eyes only made him wanna fuck you more.
he slid out, watching the mixture of cum literally pour out of you. your thighs were soaked and red from the constant biting and nibbling a few moments ago. your face was red as well from the lack of oxygen. he let go of your neck, licking his lips as if he was deciding what to do with you next. all he knew, was that he wanted to keep fucking you.
he grabbed your legs and pressed them together and into your chest. immediately you felt his dick slide right in, going at his fast pace yet again. "k-konig please- I-i cant" you managed to choke out, your head hitting the bed frame with each thrust he gave you. this was when the fun for you ended. it only made him more and more horny, seeing you tap out so soon after he began to fuck you.
the look in his eyes was not the same look when he came home, a huge bouquet of flowers in his hand as he ran up to you, lifting you off the ground and placing kisses all over your face. no. this look was dangerous. it was almost like it was the same look he had on the battle field.
his hand went back to your throat, his head tilting to the side slightly. "shut up a-and fucking.. take it. I know.. you missed this a-as much as me." he growled, moving his hips only faster and deeper. but you couldnt take it. you truly couldnt take it.
by the time you felt your 6th orgasm approaching, you began to see white light in the corners of your eyes, and you knew you were truly at your limit. "s-strawberry" you tried to say as loud as you could. but the sounds of your cunt and konigs whimpers, he couldnt hear you. his thrusts kept going until you felt him release inside you again, his grip on your throat enough to snap your throat. and at that same time, what you though was impossible happened. you had the most painful orgasm ever, your body feeling like it was going to shut down entirely. it was like you had nothing else to give.
""fuck libeling.. gimme one more.. be a good girl." he whispered breathlessly, his hips beginning to once again, move. this time slower but still deep. but you physically couldn't take it.
once you felt yourself begin to doze off from the lack of oxygen and overstimulation, you were finally able to coherently and loudly say, 'strawberry'.
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you woke up about a half hour later, your throat sore and body just as sore. you tried to turn but your legs gave you a painful sign to stay put. thats when it all came back what had happened. of course, it made tears well up in your eyes. you'd just seen a side of Konig you never thought you'd see. a side of him he kept hidden from you.
you stayed completely still, looking into nothing until you heard sniffles coming from the floor behind you. of course, you tried to move but it hurt. but eventually you were able to turn to your side, a few pained moans leaving you every now and then. thats when your eyes landed on Konig sitting on the floor, head in his hands as tears seeped through his fingers.
"Konig?" you said, wincing right after. but he didnt look up. he kept his head in his hands, his chest rising and falling quick. and you knew what this was. you'd been with him for so long, you knew exactly what he was going through based off his body. but as much as you wanted to help him, you genuinely couldnt feel your legs. "please come here.. I cant get up. let me hold you." you said, reaching your hand out. but still, nothing.
you felt a pain in your chest watching him like this, unable to do anything. you wanted to help him, reassure him that everything is okay. but words only do so much for him, he needed you to physically show him everything was okay. "Konig please I-" "I h-hurt you. im s-so s-sorry." he spoke out, hyperventilating throughout all. he began to rock on the floor, crying harder into his hands.
hearing him cry, it made you want to cry with him. especially since, you couldnt do anything but try and talk to him. "Konig please." you tried reasoning with him. but he couldnt get himself off the floor. thats when you decided to drag yourself off the bed, no matter how much pain you felt. you knew that yes you needed help too, but you weren't gonna get any if your help was having a panic attack.
once you got to the end of the bed, you crawled off of it slowly, your hands hitting the ground first, legs second. you groaned at the light impact, but still dragged yourself over to Konig. he was shaking when you got to him, his cries not stopping, even when you rested your hand on his foot. "Konig please stop crying.. look im okay. im alive." "but you almost weren't." he was looking up now. seeing his red puffy eyes broke your heart. and seeing you, looking lifeless and not responding to him made him even more worried for you than you were for him. the only thing that kept him going was your pulse, and barely that.
"I-i almost k..killed-" he couldnt finish his sentence before sobbing into his hands again, shaking his head. your head dropped, you didnt know what to say. you'd never experienced this issue with Konig, with anyone before. you'd never had to use your safe word and you never expected to. "Konig.. can you look at me?" you finally spoke, your voice stern.
he looked up at you, wiping his eyes. " it was an experience, okay? yes it was scary and yes it could've gone wrong. but it was a could've situation, not a did happen situation. as much as I want to help you feel better, I cant do that if I cant see you, and talk to you like I am now." your hand took his, squeezing gently. he sniffled and nodded, looking straight into you. " right now, I need help too. so lets help each other feel better." you said, smiling softly at him.
he looked down at your neck, some of the hickies leaving behind dried blood or bite marks. some even both. his heart dropped as he ran his eyes down your body again, the thsirt he put on you the second he realized you had passed out, barely covering the similar marks on your thighs. "im.. im so sorry maus.." he whispered, shaking his head.
you smiled and grabbed his face, leaning in as slow as you could as to not hurt yourself, leaving small kisses on his cheek. " I love you Konig, okay? you got a bit carried away. you've been gone a year. its normal. unexpected, but I understand. just please, next time-" "ill treat you like your made of glass libeling." he finished, grabbing your face.
Konig knew deep down, he'd never forgive himself for this. for putting you in danger like that, for turning into the man he was on the battlefield. he'd never forgive himself, no matter how many times you told him it was okay. it wasn't. and he felt worse about being the one on the floor crying instead of showering you in love.
he stood, grabbing you with such ease into his arms, flipping you bridal style. you clung to his neck, smiling at him. "lets go give you a bath, ill order your favorite food. or I can cook. then we can watch that show you've been watching. we can do anything you want maus.. I love you." he said, walking towards the connected bathroom.
and you both did just that. the rest of the night you stayed in, cuddling and watching your favorite shows. as bedtime grew closer for you both, he began to clean the marks along your body, kissing each one and apologizing after them all. he felt so bad, and he was willing to go above and beyond, and even then some, to make you feel like the beautiful princess you were.
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daddyricsdoll · 5 months
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You know ✭ Max Verstappen
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Summary: Max got his 3rd world title and he had an idea on how to celebrate.
Warnings: Fingering, Unprotected sex, Oral (f and M receiving), Squirting, Dacryphilia, reader is virgin and there is an age gap, but not specified. Oh, and a little overstimulation.
Word count: 1.9k
A/N: Based off of this request. Sorry it took a while! And never forget, you can always reblog.🤭
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People’s screams fill my ears and colours cover my vision as Max drives his car on the pedestal that lays there for his 3rd consecutive world championship. My body gets squished in between employees from Red Bull and to my advantage I end up flush against the barrier separating us from Max.
He finally gets out of the car and runs toward the crowd waiting for him, he starts hugging the team, making his way closer and closer to me. Ultimately when he makes his way to me, our embrace lasts longer than others. “Max! I can’t believe it. You’re so amazing! I love you” I shouted to him, hoping he heard from under his helmet. I hear the outline of his voice, but I don’t catch the words, still I nod my head and then watch him go and hug the others. I stand by as he collects his trophy, then make my way to his driver's room.
I was a few metres away when I saw Max walk in the room, which resulted in me jogging to the door. “Max!” 
“Oh hey dear” He turns around and grasps me in his arms. 
“You did great, my 3 time world champion!” I give him a million dollar smile and place little pecks along his face. “We need to do something to celebrate!” I cheer.
“I have an idea” Max’s hands slide down my sides and rest on my hips. He looks down at me with dark eyes. “I-um what’s your idea?” 
“Oh come on Schat…” His hands slip around to my back and he pulls me closer, with a tight grip on my ass. “I think you know.” He rasps to me in an unrecognisable voice that makes my breathing hitch and a chill run through me.
A smirk appears on his face and I shift my gaze away from his eyes. His hands start caressing my ass and slowly making their way down, closer to the place he has never touched. I revert my eyes back to him when he unexpectedly doesn’t stop, and all he does is chuckle and continue. He pulls the back of my dress up and his fingers linger around my panties. “M-max”
“Yes?” His blue eyes stare into mine as his fingers slip beneath the fabric. “I don’t-”
“Spread your legs” And I obey his command, my legs shifting wider, and the sound of my shoes against the floor breaking the tranquility in the room. I feel his soft fingers glide between my folds, and a groan releases from his mouth. Max removes his fingers and grips the back of both of my thighs, hoisting me up to his body before walking forward and pushing my body against the wall.
He pulls the fabric of my dress up and he eagerly pulls my panties down, throwing them onto his massage table. His hands return back to the place they once occupied, he lifts one of my legs up and presses it against his waist. “Anyone fingered you against a wall?” He breathed into my ear and then thrust a finger into me. A long whine mixed with a moan escapes my mouth and I shake my head side to side. “Use your words”
“N-no”
“Then where did the pathetic man finger you? Just in bed? Did you only cum once-”
“Maaaxxx” I wail out his name as his fingers become more rough. “Go, tell me, and I’ll do it better more than three times.”
“I-no Max- Fuck! I-I haven’t been…” As my voice quiets the smirk on Max’s face becomes louder and he shoves another finger in me. His thumb starts circling my clit. “Oh so I’m the first one in your tight pussy.” he grits through his teeth. “I get to ruin my little virgin.” His fingers start curling inside of me and tears leave the corner of my eye.
My back arches against the wall, forcing my body into Max’s. A tight, strong feeling blooms in my stomach and I whine to Max, questioning him on this new experience. He chuckles and leans into me for a kiss, it was hard and quick, and it feels like the thing in my stomach explodes and my hands go to the back of Max’s head, pulling on his hair.
Seconds later Max breaks the kiss and I feel an emptiness when his fingers leave me. He takes a step back and stares at me, his fingers that were just inside me, now being savoured in his mouth. 
The brunette pulls his fingers out of his mouth and places both of his hands on either side of his hips. “My Schat, oh you look so good. Come here.” Only then do I realise my appearance, my hair everywhere and tears adorning my face.
My hands splayed out against the wall and chest heaving up and down in heavy motions. I take slow and small steps to Max and he starts unzipping his race suit, pulling it down to his knees. “Look at what you did to me, crying over my fingers.” I spot the bulge in his pants and I look back up at Max, still unsure of what he expects of me. “Oh come on Schat. Get on your knees.” 
“Max, I ca- I don’t-” 
“I’ll tell you, but first you need to get on your knees” I nod my head and make my way to the floor, when I’m fully on the ground I look up at him with doe eyes. “Pull down my pants” I nod again and do what he says.
His dick springs up in front of my face and my mouth nearly fall agape at his size. The feeling in my core ignites again, and then I look back up at Max. He nods at me and this time I have a clue of my next move. I grab him in my hand and my fingers barely touch as I feel his thick cock in my small hand.
“Spit on your hand and then move it up and down” I gather up saliva in my mouth and then aggressively spit on my hand and wrap it around his dick. I reenact the motions he had encouraged me to do and hear the light moans spill out of his mouth. “I-the tip” He stutters, and my thumb rubs over the tip of his dick. “Ahhh, yeah. That’s it Schat.” Max praises me and I carry on the work of my hands, my pace starts changing and I look at to Max for some more assurance.
“Use your mouth, tongue.” And then very slowly I inch my mouth toward him, my tongue licks his tip and then I start circling it. Max’s hand then entangles itself in my hair, and with force, but lightly he pushes my head down. He hits the back of my throat and a few tears pool in my eyes.
Max tilts my head up so he can look at me in the eyes an then pulls himself out and rams back in. Pressuring the tears in my eyes to finally fall and Max’s agape mouth turns into a wide smile. “That’s it.” He continues controlling the speed of my head and I get barely get used to his size, frequently gagging on him.
“I’m gonna cum” Max grits out of his teeth. His hand on the back of my head becomes rougher and adds to the speed of his hips moving toward me. And in seconds his comes shoots out and hits the back of my throat. Max pulls out and bends his head down to examine my mouth. “Fuck you’re beautiful.” He holds my chin and then nods to me as an indication that I can swallow. And after I do, he prys my mouth open and inspects it once again before giving me a quick “Good” and pulling me back up to my feet. Max grabs my body and pushes me onto the massage table. “You ready Schat?”
I nod my head nervously and he strides toward me with purpose. He lifts me up a bit and pulls my dress over my head. And I sit infront of him, basically naked, a pair of thin lace bra covering my pebbled nipples. “Take it off Schat.” He demands me, and I take it off, fully exposed to him.
Max doesn’t say anything and harshly spreads my legs. I let out a nervous whine and my eyes become damp. “Fuck” He stares at my core. “You’re so fucking wet, and oh” He looks up at my face, and his hands come to my cheeks. “Can you take me? Or is it too much?” I stutter on a reply, not having a clue to what I can handle at this moment.
As I don’t answer immediately Max pulls my legs and my whole back lays on the massage bed. I let out a squeak and he lifts my legs so my feet point to the ceiling. And as his hands grasp my legs he pushes into me in one powerful thrust.
He whispers out a few curses and then he starts moving in me. Immediately hitting the right spot and going balls deep. My hard pants tribute to the slaps of our skin. Max places one of my legs over his shoulder and he somehow reaches places I never thought were possible. He starts ramming into my sweet spot and two tears leave the corner of my eyes.
The knot in my stomach becomes more vigorous than last time and every miniscule movement Max makes, emits a sound from me. I look at his face, full of emotions I hadn’t seen him wear before. His brows furrowed and mouth lightly parted, small droplets of sweat embelllish his beautiful face. I admire him, his features and oh the way he feels in me right now. I start fluttering around his dick and I finally release with a deep wail. Max makes unpatterned thrusts and then he pulls out. His cum shoots out and bedecks my torso. “Fuck Schat, I had to hold back, but next time…” 
He steadily lowers my legs, but still keeps them wide open. The brunette kneels down and comes in eye contact with my pussy, I sit up to watch him as his tongue licks up my cum, like a man deprived from food and that’s a feast. I start writhing my body as I know this time, I can’t take more.
“Oh come on Schat” Max’s hands firmly hold my thighs down and he delves his tongue into me again. He flattens his tongue out on my clit and then goes at it again. The very faint prickles of his shaven beard scratching the insides of my thigh and adding more effect to the work of his mouth.
I beg Max to slow down, even stop but it only makes him go more feral and then my hand goes to his head and pulls on the few strands I can grasp. He starts flicking his tongue over my clit and the sensation intensifies my release. I glance down with moist eyes and watch as I squirt onto him.
I gasp in embarrassment and Max grins. He stands up and pulls my body up into a sitting position. “My beautiful princess, fucking squirted on your first time.” His hands rest on either side of my body and our foreheads lean on the other. “Let’s get you cleaned up” He murmurs on my lips and then pushes away and leaves into the bathroom merely metres away.
He walks back in with the same confidence and used a damp cloth to clean me, he wipes his cum off my chest and licks my nipples before moving down and wiping my core and legs. “Wait till I get my fourth world championship, you’re gonna squirt 4 times.”
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atrwriting · 7 months
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selfish - frank castle x reader
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hey y'all back in action with another porn no plot one shot
all i'm saying is,,, they knew who their target audience was with this (or are we just all mentally ill?)
summary: frank shows you what it means to be a real, selfish man.
informal warnings: frank is the selfish man in this, but I was the selfish woman writing this. couldn't get this out of my head as I started season two of the punisher, and frankly (haha get it -- sorry) after this scene you wouldn't be able to either
as always, the actual warnings: vulnerable frank, #sadboihrs for both the reader and frank, smut, porn no plot, choking, dirty talk, and ROUGH frank
anyway... selfish:
“what’s your type?”
the million dollar question. the one that you had been troubling yourself over for years.
“my type?” you repeated, eyeing the man who asked you. “or my pattern?”
he tilted his head in curiosity. “both.”
you chuckled. “my pattern… well, they’re usually useless. man babies.”
it was his turn to chuckle. “you like taking care of them, yeah?”
you shrugged. “i love taking care of people, but not men that de-age into babies as time goes on. did you know a guy i dated asked me how to boil water once?”
“you’re joking,” he took a swig of his beer, eyeing you. “no way that’s true. made that up.”
“i wish,” you laughed, rubbing a hand over your face. “i’m also not making it up that i stayed with him two years after that.”
“sounds like your fault.”
you nodded. “the pattern made me realize what my real type is.”
“what?”
“it’s corny.”
“say it.”
a smirk attempted to appear on your lips, but you pushed it back down. “i don’t like selfless men.”
he let out a laugh in disbelief at that. “you and every other chick.”
you chuckled too. “i heard this an analogy once… if you’re falling over a cliff, would you want your person to save you? or someone else about to fall on another side of the cliff?”
he stopped talking then, listening intently.
you kept going. “obviously, i’d want the other person saved… but in my head, when i’m all alone and there’s no one that has to be saved… sometimes it’s nice to think that someone would be so selfish that they would save me over doing what’s right.”
“you could live with that though?” he asked, narrowing his eyes, a bit of judgement lacing his words.
you shrugged. “never been the person that was saved, so i’m really not sure. it’s not that i want to be saved or anything — that’s super fucking corny. but man, a fucking masculine man, putting you over other things? deciding that in that moment, you’re what matters to him? i spend all my days being selfless, putting myself in danger so other people are saved… and i’m tired.” you took a swig of your drink. “i’m really fucking tired.”
“why don’t you save yourself, then?”
“for the same reason you’re here,” you sighed. “when have we ever been selfish, frank?”
he laughed at that, but almost scoffed. “i don’t do anything i do for anyone but me.”
you swallowed then, clenching your jaw. “so many people have wronged you… but you’ve only done what you’ve done because of how people have wronged those you loved. hate to break it to you… but you’re as selfless as anyone could be.”
he folded his lips underneath his teeth and stared aimlessly off into the distance. there were bags under his dark eyes, and no amount of sleep or beer would ever take them away. the man would never know peace, and your heart broke at that. however, it was nice to know someone was going down the rabbit hole with you.
“i don’t think i’m selfless,” he finally spoke after a bit.
you raised an eyebrow at him, calling his bluff.
“i did the things i did because my family was what was most important to me,” he admitted. “that’s selfish.”
you swished his words around in your mouth a little, and decided he was right. the spin on your words made you nod, agreeing with him. “i see your point.”
“so, what?” he asked. “you want a man that would choose you over innocent people?”
you huffed, standing. “i know you know that i never said that. i’m saying that in the back of my mind, it would be nice, just once, for a selfish man to decide that i’m all he wanted. it would be nice to know that i don’t always have to carry the weight on only my shoulders.”
he didn’t say anything then, staying planted on his seat on the floor. he twisted the bottle in his hands and listened to you.
“if i’m being honest with myself…” you began, swallowing your heavy statement. “i would prefer if they saved the innocents, but only so i could die, as i probably would falling in that situation, with a clear conscience. all i’m saying is… it’s a heavy fucking burden always doing things so i don’t feel guilty.”
you walked away then, not muttering a goodbye. frank didn’t say anything either. you heard him raise the bottle to his lips once more before you shut your bedroom door behind you.
it would be an hour or so before you heard a gentle knock on your door. there was no yelling or screaming outside, so you were grateful to hear there was no imminent danger present. in your tiny pajamas, you answered the door to find none other than frank. he was leaning against a wall in the hallway that led to your door, only a couple feet from you.
he didn’t say anything when you came face to face with him. he just stared at you, placing all of his focus on your confused face. it would be a few moments of silence before he finally stepped closer to you, and placed a calloused hand on your face.
you froze. frank castle never touched you, especially in that way.
“wanna know my type?”
you stared at him and swallowed thickly. your lips parted to whisper, “sure.”
“an escape,” he whispered back. “i know what you meant by always having the dark cloud of duty hanging above your head, ready to kill any moment of peace you happen to get your damned hands on. i’ve done everything i’ve ever done for the people i loved, and i know the only way for me to experience any fuckin’ joy is with another person.”
his dark eyes held your gaze, and you soon grew lost in them and his words. you swiped your tongue across your lips and stepped closer. you could feel frank’s breath on your chin, but you couldn’t breathe. his scent, his stare, and his fucking words were more intoxicating than any alcohol you had before.
“you want an escape, frank?” you softly asked, eyes darting to his lips.
“i do,” he stated, before he lowered his head and kissed you.
his free hand immediately came up to the other side od your face and pressed against your cheek. there, he held you in the palms of his hands as you rested your hands on his thick, muscled chest. his lips were dry and cracked, but you didn’t care. the fire that brewed from his affection was enough to fill any of the cold, dark, and lonely places inside of you and you greedily drank from anything he offered.
“you want someone to want you, darlin’?” he asked in between kisses.
you hummed in agreement, not wanting to break apart your kiss for anything — even words.
“can’t get you out of my head, sweetheart,” he spoke, dipping his tongue into your mouth. “need to feel those long legs around me.”
you whimpered at his words, letting his tongue dance with yours. you could taste the heineken on his tongue and savored every bit. “please, frank… i need to feel you so badly.”
“i’ve got you, darlin’.” he picked you up by the backs of your thighs and you wrapped your legs around him. the pads of frank’s finger tips dug into your flesh and a warmth spread throughout you. “those fuckin’ legs.”
you would’ve giggled, but you were too consumed with the very touch of frank to even care. you pulled at his shirt and threw it over his head, sad to break the kiss for even a second. you immediately went to his neck and began to nip at the thick skin, causing a growl to rumble in the deepest parts of his rib cage.
“y’drive me fuckin’ crazy,” he grunted. “sweetest fuckin’ kisses.”
“oh, frank…” you moaned against his neck before he threw you onto the bed. you turned over onto your back to face him. he locked eyes with you as he stood over you, muscles naturally flexed as he undid his belt. your mouth watered at the sight of the fucking man before you, taking off his belt for only you. the way his shoulders, pectorals, and arms worked in the dim light of your room… that man would be the death of you. you hissed, “you’re such a tease.”
he smirked at that, throwing the belt somewhere in the distance. “think you’ve just never been with a real man before,” he replied, before engulfing you into another kiss.
frank’s hand dipped into your shorts and immediately went for your slit. your body fucking sang at finally being touched the way you needed to be as you arched your back into frank, his chest pressed against yours. when frank began to run rough circles around your clit, nothing could hold back your moans or him swallowing them whole.
“only took off my belt, and this is how wet you get?” he asked, biting down on your neck. his long, thick middle finger dipped inside of you as his thumb worked at your clit. he tapped against your upper wall and you keened into his touch, whimpering his name. “now i know it’s the men before me. barely doing a fuckin’ thing and i’ve got you like this.”
you nodded pathetically, just wanting him to continue. “it feels so good,” you gasped, bucking your hips into his hand. “please, please — don’t stop, frank.”
he leaned over and pressed his chest against yours before his lips found your neck once more. his kisses were wet and sloppy, and there was nothing better than feeling the weight of a strong man above you working at your needy pussy. his rough movements against your sensitive skin were sending you into a frenzy as if nothing mattered in the world besides frank — your world started and ended there. your body felt hot — steaming from everything this man was doing for you with barely any effort. your whimpers and gasps fueled frank’s movements as if he couldn’t get enough of them.
“such a good girl f’me,” he said before he bit down on your neck and kissed the spot. “y’get so worked up, i want to see what it’s like when you fall apart.”
“i’m so close, frank…” your voice was hoarse and full of lust, and you were about to break any moment.
“that’s it, baby, yeah,” he spoke, slipping a second finger inside of you. “cum all over these fingers baby. let me taste you after.”
“fuck, fuck, fuck —!”
your world came crashing down onto you. your strength was no match for frank’s, but with the way your back arched and body curled into him, your chests both rose off the bed. he wrapped a strong arm underneath the curve of your back as you fucking sobbed his name, holding you to him and supporting your weight.
“that’s it, darlin’,” he grunted against your ear. “yeah — that’s it. keep cumming for me, fuck…”
your hands grabbed at his thick biceps and you grew lost in his movements against the most sensitive parts of you that never ceased. your hips were rolling in circles with his fingers and your vision went hazy.
“so beautiful like this f’me,” he groaned. “might be mean and not let you stop.”
“fuck, frank,” you cried, whimpering for him. your body fell limp against his arm, and he lowered your bodies back down to the bed. during your comedown, frank kissed at your neck as his free hand ran up and down your body. his other hand continued to rub against your pussy and it was driving you fucking crazy. “let me ride you — please.”
your voice was full of desperation, and frank smirked down at you. he slipped his fingers out of you and rolled off of you onto the bed. you tugged his pants down to his thighs, not wanting to waste any time. you were so greedy, but he didn’t care. he smirked as he watched you pull down your tiny shorts. you straddled him, pressing his chest to yours, as you sank down onto his thick cock.
“my fucking god —“ you gasped, your pussy stretching around him.
frank immediately grabbed your throat and you sucked in a sharp breath at the sight. he placed the tips of his fingers in his mouth, and tasted your juices that remained on his skin. there you were, impaled on his cock, hovering over him as you watched the most sensual thing you had ever seen him do. his dark eyes were locked on yours, but your lips parted as you watched him taste you. only a smirk remained on his lips.
“sweetest fuckin’ pussy i’ve ever tasted,” he spoke. “now show me how she rides me.”
he roughly pushed you upwards so you stood up straight. the angle made a whimper leave your lips, as he was now fully inside of you and the deepest anyone has ever been. you planted a limp hand on his stomach, and began to roll your hips against his.
his calloused hands found your hips as he threw his head back against the bed. the tendons in his neck were on full display as he stretched his head back as far as he could. the pleasure he felt was spreading all throughout his body, and he couldn’t help but go taut at the feeling. you watched his mouth fall agape and his eyes close as a moan pushed passed his lips.
the pads of his fingers dug into your hips and pushed you forward and back. even his fingers were strong and had control over you, and you couldn’t help but willingly give everything over to him. your whines filled the room, getting lost in your own pleasure with him. there was nothing like the sight of being thrown into vulnerable pleasure with the man under you, succumbing to your touch.
“fuckin’ god —“ he moaned, raising his head back up to keep his eyes locked on where your bodies connected. “never felt so fuckin’ good.”
his hoarse voice caused you to move faster as you ground your hips against his. his hands were rough and desperate as they pulled you up, down, back and forth — until you didn’t know which way was anything. all you knew were the directions of frank’s hands, and you followed in suit as he dragged you down another road of ecstasy.
“greedy fuckin’ pussy,” he groaned. “never enough for her, huh? needs more, even after what i did?”
“yes, yes,” you whimpered pathetically. “your cock feels so good, frank. so fucking good.”
“yeah, darlin’, that’s it,” he grunted, brown scrunching together. “such a good fuckin’ girl f’me.”
“fuck, frank — don’t say that,” you cried loudly, biting your lip. “feels too good when you say that — i can’t cum yet.”
he immediately reached for your neck and pulled you down to him. you gasped at his rough touch, but your hips never stopped. he bent his knees so your ass could bounce off of them, giving you more leverage. his cock curled deeper into you, hitting your cervix.
“oh my — god —“ you sobbed so close to his lips.
“nah, baby, that’s not how this works — you’re gonna take everything fuckin’ i give you,” he grunted. “i know y’want to be a good girl f’me, yeah?”
“yeah, yeah, yes —“ you were incoherent at this point, ready to tell frank anything he wanted to hear as he bucked his hips into yours. “frank, i’m so close — how —“
“love a needy pussy like this,” he spoke, pulling you closer by the throat for a kiss. “you gonna be good to me? you gonna cum around my cock?”
“fuck, yes —“ you sobbed. “i want you to cum with me, baby, fill me up.”
that set him off. he rolled both of you over before you even knew what was happening. he had you pressed against the bed, hand still around your throat. you grabbed at his arm, loving having the feeling of his strong muscles hold you down. you wrapped your legs around his back as he threw his hips into you. over, and over, he drove himself inside you.
“dirty fuckin’ girl,” he growled, biting down on the skin of where your neck and shoulder met.
that was it. that was how you crumbled a second time for frank that evening.
you fucking wailed his name.
you grabbed at every part of him you could, struggling to hold on for dear life. your body shook with convulsions as your pussy tightened around him, locking his cock in place. nothing could stop his strong hips as they continued to rut into you — riding out your second orgasm of that evening.
you fell back against the bed, fucked out and gasping for air pathetically. frank pressed several kisses to your neck before he stood up on his knees, leaving your weak body below him. you pushed yourself to your elbows with whatever strength you could muster. frank grabbed you by the hips and you watched him slam his hips into yours.
you watched his forehead scrunch as his mouth fell agape. his chin was almost tucked to his neck as his eyes never left where his cock fucked into you.
“use me just like that, baby,” you cried. “i want your cum inside me.”
his strong, trim body went taut as his orgasm hit him, and you watched hungrily as the man before you fell vulnerable to the only pleasure he could allow himself these days. you watched as his conscious mind slipped further and further into the sensation until every ounce of stress and exhaustion left his face. you couldn’t help but bite your lip in pride and satisfaction — knowing that you will never see a more beautiful sight like frank castle using your body to get off.
you fucking loved selfish men.
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DO YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN NOW EVERYONE GO WATCH THIS SCENE -L xox
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spirit-lanterns · 8 months
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MILLION DOLLAR GIRL
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synopsis: kafka wants to add you to her bounty.
featuring: kafka
rating: 18+ smut (men and minors dni)
warnings: sub! afab fem reader, strap on, pet names, sort of enemies to lovers, doggy style, hair pulling, catching feelings, mentions of one night stands, slight degradation, mockery, gro.ping, pretty wholesome even for a smut, not proofread.
art credits: what does the fox say
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“For someone so whiny, you sure quiet down once I put some inches in you, hm?”
Kafka chuckles darkly at the sight of you all sprawled out on your bed, pounding away at your cunt with the dark purple strap on tied to her hips. You and Kafka had a complicated relationship, as your father wanted her dead, but you wanted her in your bed. Spewing a love-hate relationship between you two, as you couldn’t help but fall for the Stellaron Hunter’s charms, only to end up bent over your bed with her cock slamming into you.
“You came at the worst— nnngh…time…” you groaned, feeling her hips slap against your ass with the most brutal rhythm you’ve ever felt.
“I come whenever I want, sweet thing,” Kafka says nonchalantly, smacking a hand to your rear to keep you steady for her. “Your father will never catch me, he’ll never think to check his sweet little daughter’s room for a Stellaron Hunter…”
She delivers a particularly sharp thrust to your folds and you automatically collapse to your stomach. The fat tip of her cock pushing so deeply and making you moan with ecstasy. “Mmm, that’s a sound I love to hear,” Kafka chuckles, her deep and husky voice sending shivers down your spine. “You never disappoint, princess…”
You roll your eyes and grit your teeth, trying to get back up and prove her wrong. “Why did you even c-come here…it’s too dangerous, the whole ship is on lockdown.”  
“You think I’m afraid of a little risk, dear?” Kafka laughs, angling her hips so she could get you back down on your stomach. “You must not know me that well, then.”
You gasp when she grabs your hips and starts slamming back into you with enough force to knock the air out of your lungs. The thick, girthiness of her shaft proved too much for you to handle as you gripped your bedsheets to muffle your mouth from screaming. 
“Hmmm, that’s no good…” Kafka tuts, reaching a hand over to your scalp with tease. “I want to…hear you!” 
She suddenly yanks you up by the hair and you gasp from the sheer pain and pleasure you felt at that moment. “Oh! Kafka, fuck…!” You whimpered.
“There’s my girl…” she grins, licking her lips and having a grand ole time rutting into you. “Oh, I just wish I could see the look on your old man’s face when he finds out what I’m doing to you.”
She smirks at the thought and looks up at the ceiling with amusement. “To think his sworn enemy; me, was actually fucking his daughter in her bedroom this whole time…” she laughs and starts thrusting her cock even faster at the thought, getting turned on at the idea of ruining you. “What would your father think, dear?”
She looks down at you with a satisfied smile, knowing she’s got you right where she wants you. 
“Mmh…my father will…kill you on the spot…” you groan, your body instinctively moving on its own to meet the thrusts of Kafka’s hips. 
“Yeah, but you won’t let him, will you?” Kafka grins, leaning over to get a little closer to your ear. “You love me too much to do that. So much so that you’re getting drunk on my cock right now…”
Your cunt throbs at her words and you can’t help but whimper at the thought. You knew it was wrong to be sleeping with a Stellaron Hunter that your father so desperately wanted to arrest, but you couldn’t help it. She was just so charming and flirtatious, so much so that after just one meeting on your ship, she had you in your bed and completely stripped of your clothes. Ensuring the beginning of numerous one night stands with the Stellaron Hunter, as Kafka will oftentimes break into the ship just to sleep with you…
And yet, that’s what you thought this was, just another one night stand with Kafka like always. You didn’t think too much of it, but this time it seemed a little different. Kafka was more clingy, more possessive. It was prominent in the way she held you close, wrapping her arms around your torso and pressing sweet kisses to the back of your neck. She was more loving, less lustful. And you were starting to feel the side effects.
“You know, I can’t help but wonder how you feel about all this,” Kafka hums, hugging you from behind while moving her hips at a slower rhythm. “You give in to me so much easier now, perhaps…you’re starting to like me back?” 
You bit your lip and cursed at the fluttery feeling inside your chest. Somehow, you had fallen for the Hunter’s charms and ended up catching feelings throughout your sporadic one night stands. It wasn’t supposed to be this way, but the heart wants what the heart wants and you couldn’t bear to say no. 
“…You’ve gone quiet now. Where was all that yap from earlier?” She whispers, tilting your chin up to look back at her. When you continued to stay silent, however; the thought dawned upon her and realization struck. Oh. You did fall for her. To the point where you were too embarrassed to admit your carnal desire for the woman.
“…I see.” Was all she said at your silence, slowly moving closer to hug you more affectionately. “Well, you don’t have to make that decision yet. I’m making it for you.”
“Wha— ah!” You gasped as she began slamming her shaft harder and deeper, guttural groans escaping Kafka’s throat, as she brought you closer to the brink of climax. “I’ve always fancied having you around, sweet girl.” She smirked, gripping her fingers around your breasts and squeezing whilst going to town. “So I figured, enough was enough. I want to have you as my companion.”
Her eyes softened at the way you tensed up in her hold, snaking an arm around your stomach before leaning in to kiss your shoulder.
“You’re probably worth about…what, five million credits? Ten million? Hundred million?” She chuckles as you grip her shaft with need, her movements slowing down as it was clear you were getting close to your high. “Either way, you’re worth more than anything in this galaxy right now.”
Your breath hitched as you tighten around her cock, feeling the ridges rub you closer to your orgasm while Kafka spoke sweet sentences in your ear.
“I’d love to add you to my bounty, rack up the numbers with you by my side,” she sighs at the idea and is left daydreaming about the reaction of your father when he finds out about this. You, his sweet, innocent daughter joining the Stellaron Hunters of all people? He would have a heart attack…
“So, what do you say, my dear?” Kafka hums, shoving her length as far as it could go before feeling you release all over her harness. “Care to join me on my bounty? You’d be worth quite a pretty penny…”
Your breathing was labored, and sweat coated your skin, yet you turned to face her with a knowing smile.
“Do I…hah…have a choice?”
Kafka laughs at your expression before moving down to kiss you. 
“Mm, sorry, you don’t.”
You smiled at that. 
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itneverendshere · 19 days
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you were all i wanted but not like this - rafe cameron
pairing: rafe cameron x reader (fem!reader)
WARNINGS: angst <3; just angst.
watched mamma mia and remembered how sam pissed me off when he left donna lmao; self indulgent honestly (haven't written in like a month so decided to get back into it with a smaller piece); hope you enjoy!
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you should’ve known better.
the weight of realization presses upon you like an anvil on your chest, each breath drawn heavy with the gravity of the situation. 
sleeping with a guy on the same day you met him? risky.
proceeding to spend the next three months with him? delusional.
falling for him while simultaneously knowing nothing about his life back home? stupid.
the sting of embarrassment gnaws at you and it feels like you're rotting inside.
you want to scream, to rage against the unfairness of it all, make a fucking scene out of it. of all people roaming the earth…rafe had to be the one your cousin was dating.
rafe, as in your summer romance rafe, your rafe. 
oh my god!
he didn’t even tell you his surname, didn’t tell you shit and yet, just weeks ago, you were ready to move halfway across the world in hope of finding him again. 
you should've seen the warning signs flashing in neon bright before you. the damage is done, the wounds self-inflicted.
rafe's eyes widen imperceptibly as the pieces of the puzzle fall into place, fitting together with a sickening clarity, a flicker of recognition crossing his features before he quickly masks it with a practiced smile. 
but you see it, that moment of realization, and it only fuels the fire of anger burning within you.
"so, rafe cameron," you say, each word laced with a bitter edge that you can’t quite suppress, "so nice to meet you."
his million-dollar smile falters ever so slightly, a faint tremor betraying the cool exterior he tries so desperately to maintain.
“pleasure's all mine.”
yeah sure it fucking is.
you don’t utter another word to him. as you navigate through the party, each step feels heavier than the last, burdened by the weight of your self-recrimination. the pulsating beat of the music throbs in your temples, matching the rhythm of your racing thoughts. you move through the crowd with mechanical precision, engaging in polite conversation. you plaster on a fake smile and pretend like everything is fine.
what the fuck? how did you let yourself get in this situation in the first place? it’s a new kind of low, even for you. and why is the cameron household so confusing to walk around?
you can barely see straight with the headache taking place in your mind, the bright lights only wanting to make you burst into tears now and then. 
“let me explain.”
rafe comes out of nowhere, ambushing you before you can get to the door.
a groan slips past your lips, “go fuck yourself.”
“let me,” rafe pleads, his tone tinged with desperation, eyes roaming your face for so long.
a bitter laugh bubbles up from deep within you, incredulous at the audacity of his request, “you think i wanna hear anything you have to say?”
he sighs, closing his eyes, “'meant every thing i said back in skopelos, okay? i didn’t lie.”
“you didn’t tell me shit,” your voice strains to keep calm, “not about you, not about your family, not about a fucking girlfriend, you said nothing. a summer flling, yeah i get it, i can get past that. but making me the other woman? are you serious?!”
you had allowed yourself to be swept away by his charm, by the promise of something more. 
“there was no girlfriend!” he says, but you don’t believe him, squinting up at him with a frown.
“right,” your voice is monotonous, “you got back, what? three weeks ago and magically got one.”
“we weren't together, broke up with her, i swear— n'then you left, i thought i was never gonna see you again."
are you that easily replaceable?
if he cares so much why didn't he look for you? why didn't he break his stupid rules and ask for you number like a normal human being?
“oh go eat a cock.”
you turn on your heels, ready to put an end the conversation and to never see him again. you can feel your nails starting to break the skin on your palm and the subtle taste of copper on your tongue.
“hey—hey, hey, baby wai—“ 
as soon as his hand touches your arm, you’re pushing him away as hard as you can, tears gathering in the corner of your eyes, “don’t you dare. touching me is a privilege you do not have.”
the pain of betrayal, the humiliation of being used and discarded. you feel so stupid. tears cascade down your cheeks like raindrops on a windowpane, the weight of your emotions threatening to engulf you.
“please don’t cry,” rafe begs, fingers itching to hold you, “baby—“
“stop!” your voice cracks with anguish as you choke back a sob, wrapping your arms around yourself, seeking solace in the warmth of your own embrace, “just stop.”
“i don’t have a choice here,” his voice comes out all rough, as he tries not to cave in and cry, “you think i want to be with her when i could be with you? you—jesus, d-do you not understand how hard is it—“
“don’t finish that sentence,” the anger in your voice cuts through the air like a knife, your words dripping with bitterness and hurt, “it’s hard for you? you?!” 
rafe opens his mouth to answer, but he finds it hard to pass the thick lump in throat, “i didn’t mean it like that.”
“you never do.”
his gaze falls to the ground, unable to meet your accusing eyes. he knows he messed up, knows he's hurt you deeply. can’t even find it in himself to explain, tell you how it’s all his father’s fault, that he only got back with her because ward told him to.
how pathetic would that sound? 
‘'m sorry," he whispers, his voice barely audible over the din of the party, “’m so fucking sorry.”
but his apology feels hollow, empty, like a bandage over a gaping wound. the damage has been done, irreparable and raw. you shake your head, unable to find it in yourself to forgive him, 
“too late."
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foone · 1 year
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You know what I hate about modern mice? how pointlessly anti-repair they are. I have had plenty of mice break over time, and often it's just that some fluff or skin-flakes got wedged in the mouse wheel or under the buttons. You just need to open them up and clean them. Except.. where are the screws?
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OH THERE THEY ARE. under the little skid-pads, which cannot be put back on once you take them off, because the adhesive has been ruined! You have to buy replacement pads, if they're available, and maybe cut them down to size, as well as clean off the residue of the previous pads.
You know how this problem could be fixed? JUST DON'T PUT THE PADS ON TOP OF THE SCREWS!
Then you'd have no problem. Easy to disassemble and clean.
But then it'd look 5% uglier because apparently people are scared of seeing screws, and also people might not just throw it out and buy a new one!
It's the terrible sort of weird planned obsolescence that happens as an almost accidental side effect of improving the product. Like, ball mice? They were designed to be disassembled. You didn't even need a screwdriver! Because you had to clean them regularly, or they'd gunk up too fast. Modern optical mice? They still get gunked up, the buttons and wheel still die eventually. They can be cleaned and repaired. But now that it's not required for all of them to be cleaned regularly, that function has been removed. they're designed to be disposable.
The same thing happened with TVs way back when. If you open up a TV from the 50s (or just look at the back, honestly, many of them were designed to be always-open), you'll find a schematic showing where all the tubes are and what models they are. Was this because the 1950s was a golden era of reparability? NO! it's because they burnt out all the time and you had to replace them! As soon as TVs got reliable enough that replacing tubes was no longer needed, the schematics became hidden behind paywalls and for authorized-service-personnel-only.
It would be only a minor change in aesthetics to make your mouse repairable/cleanable. Hell, most of the time when it's not simply fixed by cleaning it, it's because one of these broke:
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This is an Omron D2FC-F-7N microswitch, used in a bunch of mice. It's designed to last about a million clicks. With a soldering iron and some solder (like 25$ on amazon) you can trivially replace it. New switches cost between like 10 cents and 2 dollars, depending where you buy it and how many you want. A couple bucks of parts and half an hour's worth of work, you can repair a 40$ mouse that's "died".
But they make it unnecessarily hard with the slide-pads being unreplacable. You have to find ones that match, you have to carefully clean off the old residue with IPA, or the new ones you just bought will fall off. All to make it look SLIGHTLY better (how often are you looking at the aesthetics of the bottom of your mouse, exactly? (no furries are allowed to answer this question!)) and maybe, just maybe, to push it over into "not worth it". You could do all that, but you have to buy new switches, new slide-pads/mouse-feet (SHUT UP FURRIES), and can you remember where your solder even is? you last used it when you were trying to fix that keyboard...
Basically one thing that is maddening to anyone with the very basics of electronic knowledge (seriously: the amount of skill you need for this is the kind you can get in less than an hour from watching a youtube tutorial) that we're surrounded by all this electrical nonsense that will break and have to be thrown out, but is mostly breaking in ways that could be fixed in a very short amount of time with relatively little work.
It's infuriating to go on amazon to buy another damn mouse and it pop up "hey you last bought this in 2021, you fool" and you're like I KNOW, IT SHOULD STILL BE WORKING TODAY!
I have computer parts from the 80s in my room right now that are still working when stuff made in the last 5 years is already dying! There's no reason it should be this way. It's an endless waste of time and money and resources and it's just to make some logitech or whoever executives slightly richer.
It's deeply bullshit. The modern day is going to be identifiable as the geological layer where most of the trash was generated. We're living in the middle of the quisquiliarumferous period: the layer of garbage.
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simpingfor-wakasa · 6 months
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Lady Boner Gone!
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Call of Duty teammates x chubby!black reader
⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧Characters: Valeria Gazara, Konig, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, Alejandro Vargas, Soap, Keegan, and Price 
⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚Synopsis: Finally having a break from missions. You and Your teammates thought going to a Halloween party would be a good idea. It was all good until they saw you not having a good time. Leaving back to base they thought having their little party with you instead would fix your little mood. Wouldn’t want your pretty little costume going to waste. 🫣
⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚Warning: mentions of drinking, pet names (Bonita, princess, mama, pumpkin, & crybaby), manhandling, !gangbang!, hair pulling, Spanking, Dacryphilia, teasing, blowjobs, threesome, double penetration, spit play, face fucking, cowgirl, full Nelson, back shots, overstimulation, squirting, face sitting, praise, a little dirty talk, Alejandro has a breeding kink with breeder balls ☝🏾, choking, cum eating, cunniligus, belly bulge, can’t believe I’m writing this…..vouyerism. 
⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚WC: 6.3K
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If you were to listen closely over the booming music in the house you can hear a door slamming close. As well as stomping down the stairs and revealing a woman in blue cowgirl attire. You wore an identical look as Beyoncé when she was in Atlanta for her Renaissance Tour. You loved her look and were able to have a friend of yours make you a copy.
You had a calm look on your face but anyone can tell from your energy alone that you were pissed. Weaving through the bodies of drunken people. You made your way to the bathroom.
Several pairs of eyes were watching you move across the room. Their eyes stayed trained on your figure when you disappeared into the hall.
“M’kay I guess that it was small,” Keegan chuckled as he downed his drink slamming it on the surface of the table. Simon rolled his eyes, in his head he was glad you didn’t sleep with that man. But on the other hand, he feels bad that you didn’t get laid. You were the one to convince them all to have some fun and now you're the only one who wasn’t.
“Maybe he didn’t know how to tongue her down right, most men don’t,” Soap said, staring at his drink. It wouldn’t be a surprise. 
With a sigh, Valeria got up and made her way towards the same hallway you disappeared down. At the end of the hallway, she knocked on the door. “Bonita?” She called as she pressed her head against the door. Trying to listen to any motion on the opposite side of the door.
It was quiet. She knocked again before reaching for the doorknob. She slowly opened the door hearing it creak open. You were facing the wall shifting uncomfortably as you were adjusting your costume.
“Bonita?” She called again watching you as she fully closed the door, walking over and placing a hand on your shoulder. You jumped not noticing her presence as you turned around. “Hey you okay” she questioned, you nodded. “I’m fine, loser pissed me off. I didn’t have time to properly put my clothes back on because I didn’t want to be in the same room as him.” You pouted as a look of disgust appeared, “Now I’m a bit uncomfortable can you help me”. 
“Sure turn around” Doing as told, she slowly peeled your costume off your body. You slipped your gloves off, as she carefully pulled the material down your shoulders. Your inner breast was already exposed but she didn’t want to see anything you didn’t consent to see. 
Feeling the fabric roll down your skin you took over and pushed it down to your hips. Bending forward to step out of your boots. Your ass was right against Valeria’s crotch. Who let out a small gasp feeling you pressed up against her. It reminded her of two hours ago when you both were dancing. Moving your hips against one another. Up until that guy managed to grab your attention leading you up the stairs.
Taking in a shaky breath, Valeria cleared her throat before asking the million-dollar question. “So uh ... .what happened up there you seemed pretty pissed” a scoff was heard, “you guys heard that” you whined finally getting your boots off and setting them to the side.
Standing up straight you readjusted your stockings. Going in front of the bathroom mirror. To check yourself out. “The foreplay was..eh? And then when he whipped his dick out and I knew immediately I had to get out of there. But I couldn't because he was just humping me.” Your famous disgusted expression was now present on your face again. “He reeked of alcohol, so I guess while he was jumping me he must’ve thought he was doing something but he wasn’t.” You rolled your one piece back on. 
“He was huffing all in my ear- I was ick’d out. And the worst part is that when he thought I ‘finished’ he rolled over and called his mom” You turned to Valeria who looked at you as if you were bullshittin'. “What, I'm serious? That's what happened!” You shouted pulling your gloves back on. “Why does this stuff only happen to you?” Valeria sighed chuckling at your misfortune.
“I don’t know, but I wanna go home. I can spend the rest of the break back at the base.” You huffed in defeat putting your boots back on and fixing your hat. Before leaving the bathroom. 
Walking down the hallway you caught a few longing stares but none made a move when they saw Valeria coming out of the bathroom right behind you.
She sighed, following as you made your way to the rest of the crew. Keegan noticed you two first, a grin overtaking his features. “Well looks like our ladies are back, you two done fingering each other” he teased, and you side-eyed him before sitting down on one of the cushion seats. Away from the rest. Deciding to occupy yourself on your phone until everyone else was ready to go.
Keegan huffed, you two would usually insult one another back and forth. Hell, that’s how you two bonded, he wasn’t used to you ignoring him. Yea, you may have had your fair share of days where you were done with him. But you would still make snarky comments here and there.
“Aye, what’s wrong with you princess? Little fucker didn’t know how to fuck your right?” Alejandro asked, taking his pointing finger and sweeping it under your chin playfully. You slapped his hand away and turned around so you were facing the other direction of the loveseat. Alejandro raised an eyebrow. He expected you to be the only one having fun tonight. Hell, you were the one to pick out their costumes. And you were having fun taking belly shots off of other girls earlier.
(Don’t ask me what costumes use your imagination, cuz I didn’t mention anything in the smut, I was on a time limit)
It seemed the fucker drained all the fun out of you and now you just want to crawl back into your little shell. 
Alejandro glanced over to Valeria who only sighed, “Maybe we should head back to base and chill for the rest of the night.” She suggested. If you weren’t going to party, why still keep you in that space?
You hummed getting up out of the seat and heading towards the exit. Leaving the rest of them behind.
König patted his thigh, “So what was that all about”. Valeria sighed once again and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Can’t you use your context clues and see that she planned on having fun tonight. Guess you can say one of her plans went sideways and now her night is ruined” Soap said coming back to the table from the kitchen. Holding a tray filled with shots of tequila and Hennessy. 
It was quiet at the table a bit. They saw how excited you were to finally go out tonight. With a lifestyle like this, having a personal life is kinda…risky. 
Simon grabbed one of the shot glasses down the drink before leaving out the same exit as you. He was gonna make sure you were gonna have a good time tonight. He knew your expectations from the way you were talking his ear off of all the possibilities.
One by one they all left through the exit of the party.
Walking out you made your way to the car. Weaving through all the other parked ones you came across a familiar black SUV. Leaning against the driver's door was your Captain, Price. Smoking a cigar, puffs of smoke surrounded him. He noticed you through his peripheral vision. He had a smile on his face upon seeing your arrival but was a tad bit contrived on why you guys were leaving early.
His facial features hardened when he noticed the look on your face. 
You grabbed one of the car handles to the back seat. “Can you unlock the car?” You requested, your voice soft. Price nodded the driver's door was already unlocked cuz the car was on but not the other doors. Opening the driver's door he unlocked the rest giving you access to the vehicle.
If you were here it wasn’t long before the rest of the gang started trailing out.
Before Price even got a chance to question your behavior you slammed the door shut. He couldn’t see through the tinted windows but he guesses that you’re on your phone. 
And you were the screen illuminating onto your face. All you wanted to do was take a bubble bath and collapse in bed. 
Oh how wrong you were. Your plans for tonight were only gonna go off schedule again.
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The car ride was silent if you exclude Price and Keegan slapping each other's arms in the front seat, fighting over the radio. Simon and König weren’t in the car. They were riding their motorcycles. They could’ve gotten in the trunk and left their bikes. Having someone get them tmw in case they were too intoxicated to drive. But the night ended a bit early
You were still on your phone. Sighing through our noses as you swiped through your social media feed. Rubbing your eyes to wipe away the tiredness. Trying to stop a yawn from leaving you. 
You were squished in between Alejandro and Soap. But you were sitting on Valeria’s lap. She had her chin on your shoulder watching whatever you were doing.  And her arms wrapped around your waist in a tight grip.
You heard an engine roaring and looked out the window to your right to see König waving at you. A small smile appears on your glossed lips. As you waved back. You hear a louder engine and turn your head in the opposite direction to see Simon. 
You blinked, hesitantly waving back. And that’s kinda how the rest of the car ride was. König and Simon were trying to see who could hold your attention the longest. And you couldn’t lie and say it didn’t cheer you up just a little bit. While Price and Keegan argued over the music.
Parking you got out on Soaps side. Taking his hand as he helped you down. Your feet didn’t hurt as much as they would if you wore heels. But your feet were still exhausted.
Walking into the base you made a bee-line for your room, wanting to relax in the bath as soon as possible. 
Everyone else piled into the lounging area. The silence was nerve-racking until Soap broke it with a huge sigh. “Well, that’ll be a night to remember” a hint of sarcasm evident in his voice.
Rolling his eyes Keegan looked at him, “What do you suggest we do to cheer her up?”. Price looked up and he never got a chance to know what had you all pouty. “Wait what happened?” They began to explain why you weren’t as cheerful as you were when they left.
“Well that’s a quick fix,” he said relighting his cigar, “dick her done. I mean I wouldn’t be surprised if that wasn’t on her mind.” Valeria tilted her head to the side and raised both her brows to show she didn’t necessarily disagree with the captain. I mean with all the stressful back-to-back missions, who wouldn't wanna get laid? 
“There you all can get started with her I have something to take care of” Price walked out of the room to his office, the door opening before shutting. Leaving the comrades to themselves.
“Well, who's gonna go get her?” Alejandro asked, breaking the silence. 
You wrapped yourself in a towel leaving the bathroom. You did a sheet mask on your skin as well as exfoliated. To say you were in a great mood would be an understatement. You were glowing and your skin was baby-smooth. You had just finished your after-shower routine when you felt something missing. Your ice roller!
You placed it in the freezer, not knowing how drunk you’ll be tonight. And how bad the hangover will be in the morning. Well, that wasn’t happening. You rewrapped the towel around your body before leaving your room for the kitchen. Opening your door you saw Keegan in front of your door it looked as if he was gonna knock. “Oh hi,” you greeted, unsure of what he might need. 
“Hey, we felt bad about tonight and wanted to make it up to you” You looked at him confused, “What are you talking about? What happened tonight wasn’t your fault” You were confused you guys had a great time for the most part. 
Keegan made you follow him straight to the lounge area. He didn’t let you put any clothes on nor to get your face roller.
As if the towel didn’t exist you were still covering yourself up with your hands. Walking to the lounge area all eyes were on you. And you didn’t know if you were shaking because you were a tad bit scared or because of how cold it was.
“C-Can you turn the heat on?” you asked Alejandro who was the closest to the thermostat. He did as you said. 
Feeling all eyes on you was something you’ve grown incredibly used to. Especially when you joined this line of work. “What is it?” You asked wanting to get this done and over with. Soap patted a seat next to him on the couch. “Come sit with us we want to apologize, we can’t do it if you're up against the wall trembling.” He teased me. 
They know maybe letting you put clothes on would be a better idea but hey easy access. 
“No I’m good just make it quick” you reassured, you felt hands snake around your waist and lips press chaste kisses against your neck. You stiffened feeling shivers creep through your skin. 
“C’mon, we’ll make it quick, promise Bonita” Valeria promised coming out of nowhere. 
Sitting down you bounced your leg, “relax” you heard Soap say slowly rubbing his hand against your thigh. He leaned impossibly close to your ear. “Let us take care of you”.
Their apology took a turn. You should’ve known better than to trust Keegan. But you couldn’t say you were mad at him, especially with the way. Soap hands gripped at your hips, helping you bounce on his dick. You were slowly being blinded by electric shocks of pleasure you’d occasionally get.
Letting out little whines on how it was too much every time his tip grazed against your g-spot. “Fuck baby C’mon” he hazily encouraged, his face buried in between your breast. Only the top of his head peeked through as he looked up at you with low eyes. Nobody would’ve guessed but he had a dopey smile on his face. 
You were getting so lost in the pleasure you didn’t notice Keegan behind the seat Soap was sitting on. Patting your cheek to gain your attention. “Hmm” you dumbly ask afraid if you open your mouth you’ll start moaning aloud like a slut. 
“Open up mama” You did as you were told, trying to hide your moans as you let out little yelps every time Soap snapped his hips with you. He unbuckled his pants, rolling down the waistband. His dick size snapped you back to earth as you started to tremble again. And it wasn’t from the cold chilly air.
His dick was long, and it curved downwards, is that even possible? He also had one visible vein. You audibly gulped. You glanced at him then back at his dick. You took one lick over the tip and Keegan’s hips were already jittering. Loving his reaction you licked it again but slower holding a smile on your face as you did so. 
Thinking you were being funny, which you were, Keegan snapped his hips forward. Thrusting his length into your mouth causing you to choke a bit. Tears appeared on your lash line.
“Hmck!” You choked removing one of your hands from Soap’s shoulder to Keegan’s thigh to try and push him back. He had his finger in your hair. “Nuh uh I’m in control now, just focus back on bouncing back on Soaps dick like the dirty little slut you are” he sneered. Moving your head up and down his length. Each time his tip would reach the back of your head more tears clouded your vision.
Before a few stray ones fell. 
You felt a spank to your ass, reminding you of your whereabouts. You grind your hips against Soap taking pleasure in feeling your clit make contact with his trimmed pelvis. “Uhhh~” you both moaned in unison, you were slowly starting to get the hang of it. Keegan slowly lets you take over as you get used to how big he is, as you slurp his dick up. Spitting on it before licking up the stride, all while making eye contact. 
You were gonna be a problem after tonight, a real problem.
You leaned closer to Keegan trying to see how long you could go with deep-throating him. Your actions fully suffocated Soap in between your breasts but he didn’t mind. If anything he wouldn’t have it any other way.
“¡Dios Mio!” groaned Alejandro his head was thrown back and he was palming himself through the pants he had on. “C'mon, we don’t have all night.” Simon nodded in agreement seeing the way you were riding Soap had him readjusting his seating position a good 5 times.
“Well, you heard them princess gonna have to speed up the process” Soap leaned back into the cushioned seat, adjusting his hips so you were sitting in his lap at the perfect angle. And with that, he began hip thrust up into you. A gasp left your lips but was soon caught in your breath as Keegan's face fucked you, you began drooling all over his dick. Some of it is running down the corners of our mouths. 
“That’s it that’s a good girl” he grunted as his thrusts picked up speed, his balls slapping your chin repeatedly. Causing you to whine, the simulation makes Keegan’s hips stutter. 
Soap reached his thumb over to your leaking clit giving her a little swipe.  The clapping sound that resonated around the room every time your thighs made contact with his was driving him insane. You jumped Keegan’s dick going farther down your throat than expected. “Fuck” Soap felt you clamp down on him, taking that as a good sign he rubbed any shapes he can think of on your clit.
The feeling of your thighs trembling on either side of you let him know that you were close. “C’mon princess you're almost there, you're gonna be a good girl and cum for us hmm?” He questioned feeling his orgasm build up in the pit of his stomach. His breathing got hotter and heavier as he buried his face in your tits again. 
Biting down as he moaned, cumming deep into your pretty pussy. Your eyes widened at the feeling as it triggered his orgasm. Being caught off guard your teeth grazed against Keegan’s dick, he let out a shaky breath unexpectedly, liking the feeling. Not wanting him to feel left out you began to play with his balls.
If he wasn’t in control you wouldn't have popped on in your mouth and given him a handjob. Oh well, there’s next time. You messaged them they felt so warm in your hands. And surprisingly enough you Keegan right where you wanted him as he was shyly whimpering. His eyes shut before he released directly down your throat. Catching you by surprise.
He panted as his face was a flustered mess. He let go of the cheeks on your face. Slowly dragging you off his cock. Where it was released from the haven called your mouth with a steady ‘pop’.
You had a dopey grin on your face and hazy eyes as you made contact with Keegan, fuck he felt like busting again. All over your pretty face too. 
You licked your lips before looking down. Seeing Soap's head peek out, pulling again he was more of a flustered mess than Keegan. “You did so good baby” you praised moving some hair out of his face. (Stfu, imma pretend he has actual hair in the fic, maybe wavy-ish. And it’s a little drenched from sweat)
You felt hands on your love handles as you were lifted, both you and Soap winced. Once you both were disconnected, there was a string of both your essence mixed still attached to your pussy and his tip. König felt his breath get sucked out of him. As he stared at how your pussy was glistening and clenching around nothing.
“Go grab me her hat, imma take her to town” Alejandro snickered. It was a missed opportunity for you not to wear your hat while riding Soap. But they wanted to hear and see you. Thinking about it now, the hat is kinda of big might have to save it for last. 
Keegan winced, stuffing his dick back in his pants and walking into your room. Where he was suffocated with your sweet fragrances that still lingered after your bath. He spotted the blue sparkly hat and grabbed it. Limping out of the room, the head you gave him put a toll on him. And it’s only gonna get worse as he knows he’s gonna get hard again tonight.
“Alejandro put me down” you whimpered, Alejandro is fucking crazy. You mostly wanted to save him for last or maybe you should get him over with now. Scanning the room everyone was there except Captain and Keegan. You took in a shaky breath as you knew this was going to be a long night. 
“W-wait! Fuck~” you yelled, your ass cheeks vibrated with Alejandro’s ridiculous thrusts. He had his hands cupped under your knees. His balls repeatedly slapped your clit. You wouldn’t be surprised that out of everyone here, you would cum in record timing right here.
Every few thrusts he would bounce you up and down on his cock. And oh god his cock, why the fuck was it so thick!? It was like he was trying to split you open. And he knew it too, your back may be flushed against his chest but you can tell he had a shit-eating grin on his face. Knowing that you were soon gonna break apart. Just so they all could piece you back together again.
“Don’t. drop. her.” Simon ordered, noticing the fearful expression that takes over your face every time Alejandro would bounce you a little too high on his cock. Alejandro would’ve rolled his eyes if he didn’t feel the tight grip you had on his arms, it was true you were scared hell your fingernails were digging into his skin. When in reality it was the adrenaline rush.
The sole reason you chose your job was because of the adrenaline rush, and even off the clock, you were still experiencing it.
Alejandro’s balls smacked against your clit, as you yelped. The feeling of something big and heavy making contact with your easily over-sensitive clit was mind-breaking. “Mhm!” You moaned once you felt them slap your clit again, if Alejandro keeps letting this happen you're gonna flip.
“That’s it! Ugh! Sucking me super fucking tight” Alejandro let out a high-pitched moan, feeling you rapidly clench and unclench your walls around him. He was trapped, he didn’t know what to do, and if you milk him dry tonight he can’t promise and say he won’t fuck a baby into you tonight.
“Hmm~” you clamped down on Alejandro for a final time, he slapped your clit and that was it. You were a squirting water park. That’s been open all day and was ready to be closed for tonight just to have a break. Your body trembled, “HAA!~” tears streamed down your face. Your slutty moans distract everyone else from Alejandro's dirty whispering in your ear and his pathetic sounds.
“Fuck you and this pussy gonna have us going to war over it!” Alejandro still fuck up into you not wanting the moment to end just yet. Feeling his balls tighten before spilling load after load into you. He let out a string of curses in a whiny voice before becoming a panted mess. 
He hasn’t been this sweaty since training when he first started down this path. Feeling exhausted he lazily walked over to the couch in the middle. Bringing you over to Simon. 
He dropped you softly onto his lap sighing, “your sum serious mama” he muttered. Simon heard him and he was indeed intrigued. You didn’t bother as you were still on cloud nine.
Almost immediately you felt a hand press against the middle of your back forcing you to arch a bit. “Eh?” You questioned as you were slowly coming back down to earth. 
“Arch like that mama, and try to keep it like that” König stated, lazily rubbing his tip against your folds collecting as much of your cum as possible to use as lube. Cause trust you're gonna need it-.
Simon situated you both so you were facing König as well, everyone else in the room will be able to see them fuck you. 
Cupping his hand underneath your thighs Simon aligned his cock with your entrance. You were going with the flow until you perked up. You looked back at König as if he’d grown two heads. “C’mon, mama you can take us both.” He teased, and you shook your head, “Not at the same time!”.
“Hey hey stop all that whining cuz you're gonna take it, understand?” Simon looked at you with a serious expression. Daring you to go against him. You sheepishly nodded, “Mkay”. You grabbed Simon’s shoulder and leaned forward. You were facing away from everyone else not wanting them to see the discomfort on your face.
I’m unison both Simon and König pushed themselves inside of your tight hole. Almost immediately your mouth dropped into an ‘o’, kinda surprised your jaw didn’t drop long enough for it to be a 0-
Simon patted your hair letting you know it was okay. König sneaked his hand between you and Simon, reaching to stimulate your clit. In hopes it will turn you on more and you’ll open up wide for them. And it did, you were a moaning mess. You brought one of your arms around Simon’s neck. Holding on tight as both he and König simultaneously thrust up into you. 
It took a minute, your pussy was threatening to kick them out. They knew it too, with the way you were tightening around them. König let out a string of whimpers on the right side of your neck that was muffled. Simon took a shaky breath as he slowly thrust out, König doing the opposite and trying to go as deep as he could. Drilling into you, dragging moan after moan out of you. 
They expected Price to be back by now, hell he’s missing all the fun.
Your pussy was able to get used to them both but something tells you she’s gonna be very sore tomorrow. It’s gonna be worth it.
König left chaste kisses on your shoulder and collarbone every time it was his turn to thrust deeply inside of you. 
Your little mewls and whines were traveling directions into Simon’s ears, he was so close to his break point. Of wanting to break you with his dick, he and König both are.
One second all you saw was the other end of the couch and then you were in the air. Facing Alejandro who was stroking his cock to your angelic moans. You stiffened when you saw how big he got. Seems like he was a grower, and he was getting more turned on the longer the night went on.
Now all of a sudden Alejandro’s face became all blurry. Your vision became blurry. And Simon and König were no longer taking turns. They both are fucking you deeply and thrusting out, they were in perfect sync. You hid your face in Simon’s shoulder. Your brain was getting foggy and dizzy. You were ready to pass out.
König gripped onto your tummy and Simon repeatedly slapped your ass. The flesh made contact with the König pelvis, as your ass was surely turning red. Drool was slowly escaping off the side of your mouth, as you were being fuck brain dumb. The others were slightly concerned for your well-being, as they slowly watched as you started going limp. It wasn’t until Alejandro alerted them that you were right. 
(Your eyes were rolled to the back of your head. How is that alright?-)
Simon hissed that your cunt was trying to kick them out again, seems you were starting to reach your limit. König taking note of this left you in Simon’s hold who didn’t have a problem and stimulated the fuck out of your clit. You shot right up reaching your hand down trying to König away before he tried to kill you. 
His other hand trailed up to your breast which had been poorly neglected, tweaking with one of your nipples that was impossibly hard. “Stop!” You thrashed in Simon’s arms but all he did was hold you more firmly. He felt a knot tightening in the pit of his stomach, he was sure of König too but he was worried about your pleasure more than his own. 
“Sir! I-I’m cumming- Ahh~” you moaned loudly gripping Simon’s shoulder, Simon got his own body starting to give up on him as he felt his release right on edge.
“Shit mama, you're gonna take my cum, hmm?” He questioned, he got a nod and a silent nod from you that all he and König needed to see was that you were cumming. 
If it were possible for your life to flash before your eyes, then it just fucking happened. You weren’t even moving. You did feel a trail of liquid run down your thighs, as you felt yourself dozing off to the abyss. 
Simon was beginning to lose his balance as his vision still hadn't come back. König held you as he shoved Simon onto the couch, where he was a panting mess. His erection looked as if it were gonna pop. Wow, you already had these men wrapped around your finger before but it just got 10 times more serious. 
König slowly brought you over to the large detachable cushion that’s part of the couch. He placed you face down ass up. Rubbing your ass to soothe the pain Simon earlier caused. 
You had your hands down and covered your eyes. You were so fucking tired. The warm bath, the warm living room, to how you were practically getting fucked to sleep.
“Hey pumpkin sorry mate” One of your eyes opened and out the side of your eye you saw Price coming into the living room. 
“No, I’m done” you whined leaning onto your hands and knees ready to crawl back to your room and stay there for the rest of the break. Your pussy was weeping practically having a breakdown. She’s never taken such a variety of dicks in just one night.
“I’ll be quick I promise you” he had his hand on your hip easily dragging you back to your original spot. You were too weak at the point to do nothing, so accepted defeat. It was only Price and you were sure Valeria wasn’t into this stuff. (Wrong.) She left the room when Price walked in and the last she needed was to see his ‘saggy balls’.
Getting right to business Price slowly thrusted into you, his pace was slow and soft and you were relieved. Oh honey, if only you knew he was just prepping you and that’s not even half of what’s in between his legs inside your cunt right now. Slowly as you start to open up for him the more of his length he thrusts inside of you. 
You would twitch when he did so too, you were scared that he was a grower like Alejandro. You were letting out soft moans, as your throat was sore as well, from all the shouting.
Things started to take a turn when Price had one hand in your hair, the other holding your throat. Your moans echo in the quiet room. 
Your boobs started to bounce harder with each growing thrust confusing you. It wasn't until Captain Price was full-on pounding into you from behind did you understood. First off, Price was huge! Second off, he’s a fucking liar- I’ll be quick my ass. At least not in the way she thought he meant. 
“What’s wrong? I said I’ll make it quick, didn’t I? Gonna milk your captain's cock huh? Drain it dry? C’mon I’ve been hearing you from down in my office and I know you can’t do it” he taunted in your ear, tugging on your hair beginning to break your back as you whined and moaned about him being too rough.
“I-I can make your cock drain dry” you panted for air, 
“Oh really how?” He asked. You felt your lips tremble as a new stream of tears started running down your face. “I’m gonna take all your cum like a good girl” you sniffled, “oh really?” Price almost felt bad but he couldn’t help it. You were fuck beyond dumb agreeing to every little thing that came out of his mouth. 
He changed his thrust angle, getting a scream out of you, Soap gasped, and Price looked at him before seeing Prick point to your stomach. Leaning over all Price can think about is giving himself a pat on the back. 
You couldn’t get a preference description of Price's dick since you face the other way. But he was long, so long it hurt. You had a fair amount of stomach fat. How is he still giving you a belly bulge? 
Letting go of your throat Price used his free hand to slap your ass as he met his thrusts. The fat of your ass bouncing off his pelvis, everyone else in the room was hypnotized. 
“I have to cum again” you sniffled. Your lower body was trembling. Letting go of your hair and instead placing it on your belly bulge. Price changed his thrusts to look deep strokes. Ugh! This man was about to make you lose your mind with all this teasing. 
Taking his middle finger Price rubbed a soft loving circle on your clit, not wanting to put much pressure. Or else it’ll hurt. “Ahh~ Mhmm!” You reached back and gripped Price’s forearm as you fucked yourself on your dick. As your orgasm slowly took over you. You can’t be clenched to its limits throwing Price off guard. Which is surprising because he didn’t feel as thick as the others.
A ring of your creamy essence was at the base of his cock. You let out a tired moan as you laid your upper body down on the cushion. Price pumped load after load into your stomach. Your right thigh seems to be the weakest part of your lower body right now. Kinda surprising how that leg hasn’t collapsed yet.
You were panting as you felt your eyes drop close. The last thing you can see is the fireplace.
Opening your eyes you were in your room again. “Oh fuck~” the words dragged out on their own, you get real good. Looking down Valeria was in between your legs. Her pointer and middle finger are inside of you scooping the cum out of you. Before spitting on your cunt and ravishing you. “Wait!” You protested placing the palm of your hand onto her forehead. 
“Oh goody, you awake Bonita. Thought for a second the boy killed you” she chuckled leaning closer to your lower half. She began to suck on your clit, occasionally giving it its fair share of swipes with her tongue. Before she turned onto her back. You were sitting on her face. 
You looked around confused as she anxiously grinded on her face. How long has it been? Is it the next day?
“Haa!” You yelped, finally getting your senses back Valeria’s fingers were ice cold. “Val please give my body a break I don’t think I can go on much longer” you whined. You wonder if you grind on her face hard enough she’ll begin to suffocate.
Her tongue moved from your clit to your now empty puckering hole. “C'mon Bonita without all the cum in you, something gonna have to stuff you full and I’ll gladly be the one to do so.” She smirked. 
“Valll~” you whined agitated, sure enough, the entire base heard. Now that you’ve given them a taste. None of them wants to let you go.
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Authors Note: I think I had an anxiety attack this morning because I procrastinated so long with this fic. I spent all day on Themis and only got 2 hours of sleep. And until I left my room and went into my living area the attacks stopped. So I didn’t get a chance to focus till 12. I hope y’all love this tho 🫶🏾
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break in // m.l
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burglar!mark x rich!reader
pt.2 , pt.3
the sound of a lockpick rustling into a metal lock might be the only thing can be heard during the dead of the night, as mark struggled to open the safe he found inside the wealthy mansion of an old man he discovered in the streets.
mark was just leaning by a wall at the sidewalk, taking a break from stealing other people's wallets when he came across this old man who just went out of the jewelry shop, flexing their newly-bought golden watch and diamong rings that could cost millions of dollar.
his eyes sparkled at the sight and thought it was now his chance to get rich, that's why he ended up here in this fancy-lookin' mansion.
the jewelries are almost falling out of his pockets, his sweat is rolling down his forehead, and his veins are already popping out of his arms as he remained focus on opening the safe.
"c'mon you piece of shit" mark mumbled inaudibly due to the little flashlight placed in his mouth, shaking his head in frustration as he accidentally dropped the lockpick on the marbled floor, creating a huge sound.
"hello?"
and then suddenly a door swung opened, revealing you in a satin nightgown.
you only came downstairs to get a glass of water, but then you heard a loud thud of metal coming from your dad's office.
you thought it would just be your dad doing some work until you saw the guy in a black beanie and black clothes, hunched over the safe as he quickly turned to look at you.
"ah- hmmph!" before you can even scream, the guy already ran up to you and blocked your mouth with his hand to stop you.
"hey hey, don't scream, please" he said to you in a pleading tone while still covering your mouth, and you struggling to get his hand off your face.
"i'll let you go, just don't scream please..." you stopped pushing his hand away, to signal him to let you go now.
before doing something, you thought it would be a bad move to betray him, and scream your lungs out once he lets you go since you don't know if he's carrying a weapon with him.
this could be your last memory.
"my name's mark" the burglar introduced himself, you looked at him in confusion.
"why are you introducing yourself?" you asked, suddenly confused as to why this robber becoming friendly so suddenly.
"what? am i supposed to be evil and murder you instead?" mark joked, but you tensed up when you heard the word "murder"
"i'm kidding"
"okay, why are you in here? why are you trying to open my dad's safe?" you asked nervously.
'okay, so you're the daughter of that rich old man'
wow.
"i-i'm just curious.." mark stuttered, thinking of the next words to say.
you glanced down at his current outfit, you saw your mom's necklaces almost splling out his pockets.
"so you're a burglar!" you exclaimed, like you just unlocked a clue.
"i thought it would be that obvious" mark whispered to himself.
"i'm going to call my dad" you told him bravely, as you turned to the exit.
"hey! no, wait!" mark grabbed your arm and tugged you back to him strongly that made you whip your head back immediately to look at him.
"what can i do to stop you from snitching me out?"
and to realize both of your faces are dangerously close to each other.
you stayed silent and unmoving for a couple of minutes, locking your eyes into his until it moved down to his lips, then back at his eyes again.
you really didn't think mark would notice that little movement your eyes made. thanks to you, he finally knew what to do.
then suddenly mark's lips was on yours, both of your eyes closing in instinct as you two enjoyed the kiss that lasted shortly.
breaking away from each other's lips, you were completely silent and was just staring at him in awe.
in the other hand, mark started to get red and awkward, and decided to head towards the window where he broke in. completely forgetting about the safe.
"uhh, imma have to go now, see ya" he said shyly, scratching the back of his head before climbing down the ladder situated outside the window.
mark's gone and you were still standing there dumbfounded.
you don't know if you're just surprised or in love, but a part of you is hoping that he'll come back to rob your place someday so you could see him again.
you haven't even told him your name yet.
when the morning rises, just lie to your parents that you were asleep during the robbery.
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munivrse · 9 months
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11:32pm
Jake couldn't help but admire how pretty you looked while talking up his friends. Tonight you both were sat in a booth on the terrace of a wine bar, the party as whole more tipsy than anyone would like to admit.
Jake takes the time to admire your pretty little outfit. He thinks the color dress you chose matches your skin tone so well that he cant help but feel his cheeks heat up. He wants you. right now. he takes one hand and presses it to your thigh, the other coming up to tuck your hair behind your ear as you continue conversing with his friends.
you take a bit of a break, looking back to see jake flashing his million dollar smile. you give him a quick kiss and turn back around to continue doing the conversating as it was clear that Jake was going to be of no use.
Jake licks his lips. he needed to figure out how to get you the fuck out of this bar and on to his bed. he scoots closer to you, the hand on your thigh inching up, breath fanning at the back of your neck. he looks around, scanning the crowd to make sure there were no peaking eyes. as soon as he confirms safely, he presses a kiss on the juncture between your neck and shoulder.
"Y/n..."
the scratchiness of his voice makes your thighs rub together. you muster up the courage to respond,
"yes jaeyun?"
"lemme take you home," jakes hand begins to shimmy its way in between your thighs.
"stop playing, we are out with your friends."
jake scoffs and continues to move his fingers deftly up your thighs, now reaching the outline of your panties,
"I'd fuck you in front of them too but i figured you'd be more comfortable in our bedroom."
You turn around, scandalized. cheeks red and jaw just about on the floor. jake sees this and giggles, reaching to close your mouth,
"careful baby, you'll catch flies."
"Jake I'm serious. let me socialize in peace."
jake pretends to think about it and then sits back with a sigh, hand now moving up and down your thigh.
he ponders more on how to get you into his bed. at this point he's nearly salivating. you have a pretty vivienne westwood choker on and it's making him dizzy. he sits up again to whisper in your ear,
"c'mon baby, let me take care of you, hmm?" jake softly kisses your earlobe.
you sigh in contentment, letting jake continue his ministrations,
"don't you want me to make you feel good? stretch you out? make you cum?"
jake is now leaving kisses behind your ear and down your neck. it's a miracle nobody's noticed.
you sigh again, a slow nod forcing its way out. jake jumps up and announces that you guys are gonna have an early night in. after some swift goodbyes, you are walking out of the bar, jake bouncing as he walks.
he walks behind you with his hands pressed against your stomach, whole body pressing against you to hide how hard he is,
"Y/n i swear to god i'm gonna let you ride my face for hours."
you giggle in return, swatting at his hands. secretly you hoped he meant it.
And mean it he did.
you'd gotten home an hour ago, stripping clothes starting at the door, heavy petting through the kitchen, fucking the first round out in the hallway, the second round on the edge of the bed, and now you're hovering over jake's face.
Jake kisses where he can reach on your thighs trying to coax you into relaxing.
"Y/n, baby, I know you're nervous but if i die i promise i'll die a happy and content man."
"you're so fucking unserious sim."
you begin to climb off when jakes hand grabs you by the thigh,
"you tryna take this pretty pussy away from me?"
his hands move up to your hips, guiding you back over his mouth.
"sit y/n."
your legs shake out of nerves. you'd never sat on a mans face before out of fear of suffocating them and your previous partners we're never great at giving and would much rather be on the receiving end. Jake, however, was a giver. Jake loved to give. jake would eat your pussy all day long if you'd let him.
"Please baby, sit on my face."
Jake looks up at you with puppy eyes and you cant help but give in. As you lower yourself down jake whimpers out, mouth in search of your cunt before you are fully situated.
After 15 minutes, jake has made you cum twice, refusing to let you up until hes covered in you.
"jake- please baby"
jake hums and continues moving his tongue in and out of you, thumb circling your clit.
"I'm too sensitive."
you try and push his head away. jake grunts,
"one more baby. please give me one more."
"jaeyun..."
Jake looks up at you, pupils blown wide, cheeks red and lips glossy.
"I need it angel, just one more for me."
You think on it for a second. your legs are sore and you can hear your heartbeat in your ears.
"My thighs hurt."
jakes eyebrows raise in concern,
"You wanna stop?"
you quickly shake your head no- as sore as you were there was nothing quite as hot as pussy drunk jake. your first two orgasms he mightve been moaning more than you.
jake begins to kiss at your thighs, massaging them.
"tell me you want to keep going. I'll flip you over and bury my head between your thighs so that you won't have to lift a finger, but i need you to tell me you want it."
your stomach swirls delightfully,
"I want it."
jake gives you a boyish grin,
"'Atta girl."
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luvyeni · 9 months
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GREED. ( b. chan )
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pairing. ceo!bang chan x fem!reader contains. 18+ mature content , exhibitionism , dirty talk , breeding kink wc. 0.4k author’s note. 7 deadly sins masterlist here !
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you're boyfriend is greedy , he has everything , but he just wants more. the two things he loves most in the world is money , and spending time with you — and if he has the chance to have more money and spend more time with you , trust and believe he's gonna take it.
"that's it baby , ride my cock." chan threw his head against his chair , groaning as you bounced up and down , your tits bouncing in his face , your poor cunt leaking of his cum from his past orgasms.
"fuck you're so perfect." he brought his mouth to your nipples sucking on them. "just want to eat you up." orgasm after orgasm , but he didn't stop , even when one of his associates came bursting through his office door.
"you fucking bastard , you sold me out." he was livid , his face was red , completely ignoring your presence , or the fact that you were naked , chan was annoyed , he ruined his orgasm. "ah so you heard."
he kept thrusting into your hole. "ch-chan." you moaned , but he just shushed you. "i was wondering when they'd break the news to you." he returned back to his conversation.
"we've been in this business together for how many years and you sold me out for money." chan pinched your nipples , you mewled , your head in his neck , sucking on the skin , small little hickies forming.
"almost 100 million dollars." chan said. "that's how much it cost , you mean to tell me you wouldn't do the same , be foreal." he hissed , your cunt squeezing around his cock , his orgasm creeping up on him.
"not to someone i considered a friend , how could you?" chan wanted this conversation to be over with , so he could get back to fucking you. "maybe that's why you're not getting further a head , sometimes you gotta step on a few toes." he said. "now , if you'll excuse me , i'm quite busy ,get the hell out of my office."
the guy stormed out of the office , he turned his attention back to you , who was about to cum for the 6th time. "im gonna cum?" you whined. "yeah , gonna cum for daddy?" you nodded.
"pl-please." you looked so cute begging to cum. "go a head princess cum for me." you squeezed tightly around his cock , cumming. he thrusted up into you , his cum filling your insides , but he didn't stop , he kept thrusting. "n-no more, i can't." you sobbed.
he kissed your wet cheeks. "you can do it princess , one more time , i know you can." he was greedy , he knew this , he couldn't help it , whether it was money , or filling up your sweet cunt — he always had to have more. "
just one more load , princess , just let me fill you up one more time."
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soup-in-the-inbox · 15 days
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This is a tired thought, but quite frankly this generation has an issue with thinking being a minority somehow makes you more morally pure. Somehow you can't be biased or some kind of -ism if you're disabled or queer or mentally ill, etc. To the point of that it's extreme. Had a discussion a few weeks ago in my professional ethics class where we discussed the two psychologists who made the CIA interrogation methods post 9/11 (and of course lost their licences when it came to light).
A girl tried to insist that the APA updating their code to be more strict after this was "because they want to make money and cover their ass" (very conspiracy theory and not how things like the APA work), but also insisted the reason why these two men did what they did (and thought they'd get away with it) was BECAUSE they were "cishet abled white men", totally ignoring the fact that they were payed several million dollars each and had CIA backing, why would they care about professional backlash after? But no, to her the only reason why they did it was because they weren't a visible minority. And clearly no minority person would break their sworn professional code of ethics for basically a billion dollars and CIA protection.
Being a good person is a choice, not innate. And also, quite frankly I think this is why the pro-Pal leftists are so insistent on claiming Zionists/Israelis are "white/cishet/etc" because they've made an enemy group in their mind and it's so easy to "us vs them".
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