#Bode(n) girlie

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A Million Dollar Baby! - N.K.

Synopsis. Turns out, rent can be paid in much more than one way.

Pairing. Nanami Kento x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, landlord! Nanami (kinda), oraI (male + fem), cúmplay, reader’s a tease, unprotected, creampíe, down bad FERAL Nanami, spítting, bréeding, messing up his glasses, pantý-stealing, he’s sweet but fúcks so MEAN, mentions of Higuruma, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 5.8k (wild)

A/N. Decided it was high time I feed my Nanami girlies hehe.

“Just get the money and go.” Nanami deadpans, like a mantra. Giving a rapt knock on your apartment door, “I swear m’making him buy me lunch for this.”

Now, it wasn’t that Nanami was exactly upset about taking over Higuruma’s landlord duties for the day - no, in fact, he was the first one at his friend’s door with a bag of prescription medicine for the other man’s fever and the suggestion to take the day off.

But it was the thought of finally coming face-to-face with you - that mysterious new tenant that’d just moved into his building. The one that had Nanami wondering whether you were really as “sugary sweet n’ irresistible” as Higuruma raved you were. 

Though, he can’t imagine you’d be particularly happy about being woken up at 10am on a Sunday for overdue rent - he certainly wasn’t.

Seriously, he had no idea how Higuruma managed to do this every-

Click!

“Higu- you’re not Higuruma.”

Oh, and suddenly, Nanami gets it.

If he got to see this view, too, then he might just become the landlord himself.

It’s as if you knew you’d be playing with his sanity as soon as you opened that door, dressed in a fitted t-shirt that did absolutely everything to show off every bit of skin he shouldn’t be looking at. Your lips curving into a sinful little smirk when you notice his eyes dancing off that excuse of fabric you call “shorts”.

“Um…” you hum, after a few moments of silence. Leaning against your wooden door frame to give the tall man an appreciative one-over, “Nanami, right? You’re Higuruma’s friend?”

It’s as if the sound of his own name jolts Nanami right back into his senses, clearing his throat as he readjusts his glasses. “Y-yes. Nanami Kento.” And he winces, fuck he’s never stuttered like this. Never, even in the toughest of board meetings. Yet, here he was - making a fool out of himself. 

Knowing he’s completely fucked when your delicious grin only widens, he bows politely, “Apologies for barging in like this, ma’am. But Higuruma’s sick n’ m’here to collect the rent in his place.”

You wave off his formality, introducing yourself. “Ah, of course. I’ve seen you around, always been too nervous to come up and say hello, though.”

And, suddenly, Nanami’s glad you never came up to him to talk out of your own volition, he thinks he’s rather put off embarrassing himself for later. Coughing softly, “I apologize, s’my fault. It was rude of me to not introduce myself first.”

“Well, better late than never, right?” you continue in your smooth tone. Before your eyes catch down his broad shoulders, the bob of his Adam’s apple, the clipboard held between his long, long fingers. “Right- the overdue rent. I swear, Higuruma’s always such a sweetheart, he doesn’t bother to remind me.” Opening your door wider to give Nanami a good look inside your cozy apartment - something forbidden. ���Come in come in, I seem to have lost my wallet somewhere in here though, maybe you can help me find it.”

Oh? 

And Nanami knows this is dangerous. He knows this is much more than his simple plan earlier of just “get the money and go”. He knows that little glint in your eye certainly does not bode well for him as soon as he steps through that door. 

Yet, he answers anyway, “Of course, lead the way.”

Every bit of small talk in your sultry voice has Nanami gulping, loosening his favorite yellow tie while he follows you inside. Averting his eyes from the curve of your shorts, he takes in the neat state of your apartment. 

That is, until-

“Here we are.” you lead him to a towering pile of clothes piled unceremoniously on your tv room couch. Gesturing airily at the mess, “I’m sure I left my wallet in one of my pants, so you can just sit here until I-”

“I’ll do it.” Nanami’s quick answer stuns the both of you momentarily. But before you can resist, he’s shrugging off his jacket, ignoring the heat of your gaze when he bunches up his sleeves to reveal strong, veined forearms. “It’s only fair, since m’bothering you so early.”

You chuckle, “Oh? What a gentleman, we can do it together then, handsome.”

So here he was - sat on your cramped couch, your thighs flush against his, tackling your laundry. This was definitely a far cry from getting the rent and leaving - but, alas, Nanami can’t find it in himself to complain when he neatly folds up your clothes. 

Whereas you were hastily throwing them god-knows-where, hissing, “Where- is it-” 

“Patience.” he’s humming, placing another t-shirt on your coffee table. “Higuruma’s in no hurry, he can barely get out of bed right now.”

You click your tongue in frustration, “But you, Nanami-”

“-are perfectly fine helping you out.” Nanami cuts in, flashing you a gentle smile. Your eyes widen at the sight of a soft dimple at the corner of it. Which makes him tear his gaze from that pretty pout on your lips to turn back to his dwindling half of the pile, “Besides, it would be a shame if such a nice apartment was messed up by- by-”

Fuck. 

Was that what he thought it was?

His fingers tremble, looking so fucking big wrapped around that those tiny strings of hot pink. Sinful. Obscene. Shit, if he tried he could just rip it to pieces with his bare hands right now - even if you’d been wearing it.

“Hm?” you’re gasping at the sight of the man before you, body stiff, ears a guilty red, gaze hardening at where he was holding onto one of your panties. Oh, shit. You pluck the offending piece of material from his hands, “Oh- whoops. Um- that can’t really be folded.” Throwing a wink at the flustered man - and the lingerie right back at him. “Evidently.”

It was all too much for Nanami, and he’s bringing a hand up to cover his blush - before ripping it off like it burned when he realized it was the same hand he held your panties with. 

Somehow, he manages to choke out, “Maybe- maybe we should try looking somewhere else.”

And it was true - the few messy clothes now leftover (and…Nanami couldn’t forget, your underwear) didn’t show any signs of hiding your wallet. 

“If you say so~” you muse, getting up from your seat - only to get down on your knees. Right in front of Nanami’s manspread legs. 

“Wh-what are you-”

“Under the couch.” you interrupt, enjoying this way too fucking much for the poor man’s sanity as you flash him a cheeky grin. And he smacks himself mentally for letting his imagination be toyed by your teasing whims. “I might’ve dropped it under the couch, so won’t you be a dear and help lift it while I look?”

He couldn’t get up fast enough, almost stumbling over his long legs to crouch down beside you - just anywhere away from this scandalous position. “Ready?” Nanami rasps, biceps bulging tight against his button-up when he easily tilts over your couch. 

“More than.” you take a second longer to admire him before going back to your mission.

Which - whatever’s left of the rational part of Nanami’s brain really thinks might just be to drive him insane instead finding that fucking- what was it- wallet? 

“Hmmm seems it’s not here either, right, Ken?” He doesn’t know what he’s reeling at more - the fact that you used his first fucking name or the way you were arched so teasingly like that. On your knees, spine curving into a delicious little bend that has the crotch of his pants growing just a bit tighter. And- shit he was wrong. So, so wrong. Because those weren’t a sinful pair of shorts like he’d initially thought after all, instead, they were more like underwear. Flimsy and thin, bunching up perfectly at the crease of your hips. 

You were captivating. 

At his heavy silence, you bat your lashes so deceivingly innocently, “Oh? Was it the name? Sorry, Nanami, you’ve just helped me so much that it ah- slipped out. I won’t do it again.”

“No.” he grits out, the both of you surprised by the ragged hitch in his answer. Already so disgustingly missing the sound of his first name rolling off your tongue. “I’d like it if you called me that- ‘Ken’ that is, if you want.”

“Well then, Ken.” you brush up unnecessarily against his sculpted body as you move to get up and dust yourself down. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but my wallet’s not down there.”

Shit, he thinks, looking down at the empty spot of carpeted floor for the first time. You little tease, you knew what you were doing. 

Grinning unabashedly as you tug on his arm, “Come on! There’s one more place to look.”

As you pulled him along to the kitchen, Nanami had held out the hope that maybe - just maybe - this would be an actual attempt at finally paying off your overdue rent. Maybe he could walk out of this unscathed and holding onto whatever’s left of his dignity (and lacking the raging boner that was threatening against his slacks right now).

But every feeble hope of that was thrown out the window the moment you instructed him to hold the rickety, certainly unsafe chair propped up in front of your counter steady. 

“I swear I must’ve left it somewhere up there.” you grumble. Not wasting a moment before climbing onto it and rifling on top of your high cabinets. “No harm in trying, right?”

He gulps, palms getting sweaty on the wooden back of the chair with the effort to keep it still. “Are you sure you left it on top of there?”

“Huh? Yes yes, of course.” you answer absentmindedly. Your shirt snagging on your arms as you raise them even higher, “Think you can see something from down there?”

If Nanami could see the top of your shelves, then he didn’t want to find out - not when one glance upwards blessed him with a forbidden glimpse right up your t-shirt. All it took was a flash of skin before he was hit with the realization that you weren’t wearing a bra. 

“Ken~”

“Fuck!” he breathes, when he looks up involuntarily at the sound of his name. Face burning when you raise a brow, “U-um, m’not sure.” 

Yeah, he sure could see something - hell, he wanted to see more. 

He urgently swipes at the sweat slowly beading at his forehead, immediately regretting his actions when the chair tips ever-so-slightly. “Shit, I apologize, n’ I also apologize for what I’m about to do-” He gasps over your soft yelp, before wrapping two warm hands around the small of your waist. Searing. Soft. Planting you softly on the firm floor like some lil’ ragdoll, “-but I can’t let you put yourself in danger this way.”

Before you know it, you’re back in the safety of the ground. Stood right in front of a determined Nanami as he cranes his head up in your stuffy kitchen, backed up against the counter as he takes over looking for your wallet. 

“Let me, instead.” he grunts. 

But oh even with how genius he thought it was to look instead - even with how he stopped himself from looking at that sinful little slice of heaven - Nanami Kento had another problem. 

A problem that presented itself in the way that your body was pressed flush against his muscled chest, two of your thighs straddling his thick ones. Caged perfectly against him, exactly in the way he shouldn’t have been imagining - but did, anyway. And shit if he angled his body just right he could feel the heat of your core - the way your eager front was drawing in closer. 

“Ah-” he grunts when your soft palm glides lightly across his pecs. Jaw clenching while he tries to blink his hazy eyes back into the glaringly empty top of your cabinets, “My apologies, seems uh- your wallet isn’t- here-” 

Each word is wrenching out of his pretty, worry-bitten lips, a ragged gasp with every accidental brush of the pads of your fingers at the hem of his tight pants. 

“It isn’t there, hm?” you purr, a low honeyed tone that has all the blood in Nanami’s body rushing to his fat cock. “Well what do you suppose we do about that, Ken? Since I can’t pay the rent?”

Nanami doesn’t know whether you’re talking about the rent or that massive tent in his pants he really couldn’t explain away. Instead, he spits, “You knew what you were hah- doing, didn’t you, you lil’ minx? You don’t have your fuckin’ wallet here.”

And the air is so thick, so heady that he can only bring himself to pull away mere millimeters from where he was hovering near your face. 

But even that was too much - and in a split-second, you have your deft fingers wrapped tightly around his speckled tie. “And if I did?” Pulling close enough to ghost your lips against his, “You’re smart, Ken. So m’asking once again, what do you suppose we do about that?”

As if to draw out the answer from him, you’re giving a long, hard drag of your hot cunt along the outline of his swollen cock. You could almost feel every throb and nudge of his veins along the side, and it made you salivate.

“I suppose…” he answers, guttural, like some dark, primal part of himself is peaking its head out with each hot breath fanning your face. A large hand coming up to squish your cheeks into a pretty pout, pursing your lips perfectly for him. “That you hit me if you don’t like this, darling.”

And fuck for all how much of a gentleman Nanami acted - he kissed the exact opposite. All but ruining your lips in such a messy clash of teeth and tongue and him. Devouring you. 

“Fuck- shoulda known.” he’s letting out a humorless laugh, swiping his tongue across your glossy lower lips. “Should’ve known when you invited me in. Such a tease.” Drinking in your breathless moans, sucking on your tongue, “Such a- ngh- horny lil’ thing. This what you wanted all along?”

You hum into the kiss so drunk, “Maybe.” Dancing your hands all across where his toned muscles were fighting against the restraints of his shirt, “But you really can’t blame me.”

And maybe it was true - maybe this was inevitable. Either way, Nanami didn’t know, nor did he really care - not when you were letting out such sweet gasps when he bites down on your bottom lip - just a little punishment. Kissing his way down your heated skin, giving a languid lick at where he suspected that secret sensitive spot on your neck would be. 

“Oh! Ken.” you moan. Bingo. 

He’s unbuttoned his shirt now - or maybe it was you. Fuck, either way you couldn’t tear your eyes off of his pretty washboard abs. Curving and dipping like he was sculpted meticulously. 

And that’s all it takes for your already-dripping cunt to grow impossibly wetter, and he could feel it leaking through those flimsy cotton shorts of yours. Forming a messy sheen right at that damp spot of precum on his pants.

“You’re so fuckin’ wet, my love.” Nanami murmurs, swiping a thumb down that sopping wet slit of yours through your shorts. Just marveling at the way that simple touch makes another wave of your sweet sweet juices bead through the fabric. “Hah, absolutely dripping. This all f’me?”

At your half-delirious nod, he flashes you a smile so handsome that it only makes you squirm more impatiently. “How sweet.” Giving your nose a chaste peck, “So good to me. So needy.”

“You’re the same, though.” you accuse, hotly.

And it’s true - Nanami couldn’t deny the aching need of his cock, the way he all but moans in response, “Then tell me- hngh tell me what you want. I’ll give you- anything-” Managing to get out through hot, sloppy kisses planted right on your wobbly lips, “-anything.”

But, ah, you always did manage to surprise him. And instead of an answer, you’re getting right down on your knees in front of him like you did not too long ago - though, this time, you’re reaching up to fumble with his belt. 

“Wan’ taste you.” you huff when his expensive notches prove too stubborn. “Wan’ feel you in my mouth so bad, Ken.” 

“Oh yeah?” he chuckles darkly, easily loosening his belt and his pants along with it. Rock-hard cock sensitive and just smearing a pool of precum where his fat head springs up to hit your lips. Such a pretty shade of gloss. Nanami laces his hand on your scalp to guide you forwards, slowly, “Then take it. Take it f’me, pretty.”

He was so pretty that you possibly couldn’t not - a delicate blushing red at his very tip, glistening and absolutely soaked in precum down the long path to his creamy base, his heavy balls. So girthy that it made your cunt clench in anticipation.

And then there’s no more talking. Hell, you barely get enough time to admire Nanami’s massive cock before he’s bullying it between your lips. Wetting his thick, angry tip with your saliva, just enough to eye down at the way your lips bulge so prettily around him. 

“Gonna hafta open w-wider if you wanna take me, pretty. Open hah- yeah jus’ like that.” He’s reeling your head back, all the way till you were just kissing at his thick, angry tip. “Now spit on it, my love.”

Despite being the one to say it, Nanami’s mouth drops into a fucked-out little oh! of disbelief when you’re readily decorating his swollen length with a steady stream of spit. Your soft palms smearing the saliva along his length. 

You’re slurring, “After all, I still haven’t found my wallet, right?”

And oh he doesn’t even have to ask for what comes next - doesn’t even have to make a noise. 

Immediately, you take him in inch by fucking inch. The deliciously salty twang taking over your senses, and he’s so hot and heavy over your tongue. Veins pulsing in a dizzyingly throb! throb! throb! against the roof of your mouth.

“Are you- are you sure you can-” You shut up his doubts by rubbing your hot tongue along every sensitive ridge you could reach. Bobbing your head at a quick, ruthless little pace to milk his pretty cock for all he’s worth. 

Nanami’s eyes roll to the back of his head. Was this what heaven felt like? 

“F-fuuuck, oh you-” his words are catching in his throat with each flick of the tip of your tongue against his sensitive slit. Just the way he liked it. “-ngh guess that sharp mouth of yours wasn’t just hah- good for teasing, huh?”

He’s running his mouth a mile a minute - the complete opposite of the reserved man that’d come knocking on your door. Hips grinding up into your warm tongue mindlessly, slow. Languid - like he didn’t even realize what he was doing. “Oh you feel so heavenly- so fuckin’ good it should be illegal.”

You can’t help but bat your teary eyes up at him in response, blinking away the lustful haze to drink in that utterly obscene sight above you. Nanami’s neat, blond hair uncharacteristically disheveled, stray strands sticking to his furrowed brow. Only deepening with each wrecked sigh that leaves his plump lips every time his abs flex with the movement of his fat head hitting the gummy back of your throat. 

He looks so pretty it makes you moan. 

Those electric vibrations going all the way down that wet divot on the tip of Nanami’s painfully hard cock to his heavy balls. 

“Oh shit- shit shit shit feels too good.” his words are slurring together, drunk off the way you gag around him. “Don’t do that don’t-” This only makes you drag your sloppy mouth down him deeper, syrupy moans sticking to

him all the while. 

“Fuck!” Nanami shudders. And he’s pulling you down - hard - barely letting you get a feverish little breath out until your nose is hitting the neat patch of blond at his base. Rubbing up against his toned pelvis. 

Still moving in deep, relentless thrusts inside your gummy cavern. “S’real fuckin’ hard to treat you as nice as I want when you act like that, my love.”

And, of course, the only response he gets are your pathetic, wet gurgles as you take him in faster. Cheeks hollowing to massaging his every sweet spot. Your jaw grinding against his twitching balls with each smack of his hypnotized hips against your mouth, fucking into you the way he wished he could do with your cunt. Frenzied. Sloppy. 

Yeah, this was heaven alright - but you were the fuckin’ devil. 

Of course, you wanted him to treat you like such a slut - so he does. 

Just dragging your stubborn mouth off of his twitching cock, Nanami only reaches down to place an accomplished peck on the pout of your mouth before hoisting you onto the counter. “What? You think I’d really ngh- cum before my darling girl?”

He’s groaning into your mouth, licking at the seam of your candied lips as two strong arms of his spread your legs so far apart it burned. “F-fuck, Ken-”

“Aw look. You’ve got another slutty pair, huh?” he gestures down at the drenched scrap of fabric you so proudly called “panties.” Sliding a thumb underneath to glide it underneath your puffy pussy lips. He’s echoing your sentiment from before, “Said you can’t find your hah- wallet, right?” Well, ya better start makin’ up for that now.”

In all of two seconds, Nanami’s hooking two fingers over your underwear - pulling - ripping. He was right -  Nanami takes a moment to admire your dripping cunt, glistening and needy for him - he could rip those panties right off of you. 

With just one hand pinning you to the cool marble of your counter, the other thumbing open your puffy folds, he’s giving all of your pussy a hot, open-mouthed kiss. 

“Mmm fuck-” he spits into your sloppy hole. Once. Twice. Letting it form a saturated little pool of your juices, before surging back nose-deep with a pained grunt. Again. And again. And again and again- “Jus’ as sweet- as sugary sweet ngh-”

Nanami didn’t think Higuruma knew about this little treasure trove when describing you - though, if he did, then he was well and fully intent on tongue-fucking every little thought out of him right now. 

“Hngh! Shit-” you’re keening when his greedy tongue laps up every bit of your syrupy sweet slick. Alternating - methodically, indecisively - between rolling over your throbbing clit and just dipping into your awaiting entrance. “It feels so- so good, Ken.”

“Yeah that’s right.” he gasps, wrapping those pretty pink lips of his to suck on your clit. Harsh. “Say my name- no, louder. Louder.” 

It’s all you can do to not just scream out his name without your neighbors filing a noise complaint. Dragging your sopping pussy all over his mouth - glistening and obscene right down the bottom half of his face all the way up to smear against his clear glasses. 

Such obscene squelches ring through your kitchen as Nanami keeps making out so messily with your sensitive nub. Ringing in your fucked-out brain, so obscene, so addictive that you barely even register the thick fingers dipping their way around your hole. 

You jolt when the cool metal of his glasses kiss your skin, “O-oh Ken what-” 

“Shhh shhh, darling.” he soothes. The tip of his manicured index circling around your elastic muscle. Hypnotic. “M’gonna take care of you. Gonna take such good-” With this, he’s bullying his fingers inside, “-care of you.”

Tears crinkle at the corners of your eyes at the sheer stimulation. Because for how sweet Nanami was talking you through this, he was absolutely ruthless on your cunt. Not half the man he was this morning - animalistic. Feral, even.

His sharp jaw grinding against your skin, fingers almost a blur with how depraved they were pumping in and out of you. Massaging every hidden corner of your plushy walls, yet you get the feeling that they were calculated. Nanami’s darkened eyes drinking in every whimper and twitch of your body over the glasses inching dangerously downwards. Searching, waiting for that one-

“Ngh!” You worry you’d have fallen off the counter if it wasn’t for Nanami holding you down. Body jolting at sudden electricity running through your veins, “Oh- fuck fuck fuck. Oh my god Ken, there. Right there–”

But before the sentence has even left your heavy lips, he’s hitting your g-spot once more. Easily finding the bullseye that has you bucking and arching into his mouth like such a slut. 

And this time - Nanami lets you use his mouth all you want. The fingers splayed out to pin you down moves to toy with your puffy clit. Rolling between his fingers while he hisses out syrupy sweet praises, “Shit, never liked m’name that much- ngh- but it sounds so pretty on your lips. So sweet. So- oh-” 

The sight of your cunt just beading with need has him kissing it once more. All over your sensitive nub, your ravaged hole, hell, even down to the mess of slick dripping down at your thighs. Faster. Sloppier. No rhythm or rhyme anymore. 

“M’so close.” you whine, weaving your fingers through his blond hair to help ride his face easier. Jolting with each purposeful flick of his tongue. “Gonna cum, Ken.”

“Cum then.” he answers, simply, grinning a guiltily glossy grin, “You’ve got a lot to make up for, right?”

And then you do - stars behind your eyes and that little nickname you’d made Nanami in your mouth. Over and over while he tonguefucks you through your high. 

“Fuck- fuck fuck fuck–” you whine, big fat tears rolling down your cheeks eat time he swiped at your sensitive spots, dragging it out longer. Until your soft whimpers were drowning out the squelches from below. Until you were blinking your spotty vision back. Until you were squirming your hips higher up the counter to pull away from Nanami’s unforgiving tactics. “M’too sensitive- Nana-”

He tuts, interrupting your orgasm-drunk babbles, “Tha’s not what you call me.” Pulling away just enough to hum, “All I did was eat this pretty cunt out, darling n’ you already forgot my name?”

You shiver - both at his mean little tone and the absolutely sinful sight between your shaky thighs. Nanami’s lips plump and irritated, eyes foggy - glasses even more so with all the sloppy dredges of spit and your slick.

Shit, you think he’s never looked prettier. 

“Is that so?”

It’s all you hear before you’re hit with his glasses being gently placed onto your nose bridge - followed shortly by the realization that oh, you said that out loud. But Nanami basks in your sudden shyness, giving your lips a chaste, lingering peck. “You dirtied my glasses, y’know. Now you have to make up for that on top of the rent.”

And by the feeling of his thick tip kissing at your pussy lips, you had a very good idea about how you’d be making up for it. Making a mess. Sliding the curve of his head up and down. Up and down up and down up and-

“B-but don’t forget.” you manage to grit out by the time he’s nudging his divot against your clit. “You have to make- hah- make up for-” 

In a fluid motion, you’re reaching your fingers to dig into the irresistible tan skin at his hips, all hard muscle and the thick fabric of where he’d pulled his pants down just enough. You press down on his bulging back pocket, smirk growing at the familiar flash of hot pink you could spy, “-my panties.”

The moment the obscene little accusation leaves your lips, you give a soft tug forwards. Nanami’s towering body being pulled easily to push his weeping tip past your puffy folds. 

“F-fuck.” he’s throwing his head back at the feeling. “You hngh- saw, huh?”

Oh, if he hadn’t been imagining this the moment he’d stepped inside your apartment then Nanami thinks he might’ve just passed out right then and there. 

Because you were so warm, so addictive wrapped around his cock - even when he’s barely even in. That he just has to keep going - after all, it’s for the rent, right?

It’s what he likes to think.

It’s what he whispers - over and over into your open mouth as he bullies his thick cock past your gummy entrance. Letting your plush walls suck the ever-loving soul out of him with each lazy, lingering grind just to fit himself inside. 

“O-oh! Shit-” your nails leave jagged red marks down Nanami’s broad shoulders when he stuffs you full. Desperate. “Y-you’re so big, Ken–” 

At this, you feel Nanami’s girth grow even wider, stretching your walls until it felt like he was molding your poor pussy to the shape. Just reaching into your lungs. You squeal, “Wait- you got bigger- what-”

“I know I know, You got it, my love.” he’s soothing your cries with sugary kisses at the corners of your mouth. Drawing slow, methodical circles on your clit in time with his experimental thrusts. “You got it. You can take it. Shhh shh-” He’s drinking in your cute mewls, cupping your pretty face with his free hand, “You’ll take it right? All of it, like my good girl? You’ve gotta make up for it, right?” At your delirious nod, “Words, pretty.”

“Yes, please.” You buck your hips in a sultry tandem matching his, the cool frame of his glasses still kissing at your skin. “M’gonna take it all like your good girl, Ken.”

Shit, he can feel himself growing even bigger just halfway into you, “Then-” Angling your teary face down to watch the mess down below. The way your greedy cunt was trying to milk each and every inch of him like it was delicious. “-look.”

You can’t tear your eyes away as he delves into you so filthy. 

Not waiting for your pathetic whines about him being “too big” - no, Nanami’s only pulling you back from escaping like some sextoy - his favorite one. Still toying sweetly with your clit while he pushes against that feeble ring of resistance. Once. Twice. Thrice. 

“Ken!” you’re yelping out when he finally bottoms out. Your swollen folds meeting his drenched hilt, blond tufts of hair brushing up against your pelvis. Sighing, ”Finally.”

“Finally?” he’s dragging out his words with an already-crooked, pussydrunk grin. Eyes wild - bewildered almost at how well you were taking him. “S-seriously? Did you say ngh- ‘finally’, my girl?” Each word has him tapping more strength behind those thrusts, faster. Harder. Spitting out so contendly, “Finally- hah. Such a slut f’me, hm?”

He’s plunging into you like such an animal right now, so harsh that it was almost difficult to pull back. To dare subject himself to not be buried inside your dripping cunt for even a split-second. 

In response, you lick a long stripe up the sensitive area of his neck, splaying out a hand to squeeze Nanami’s pec - and the rapid heartbeat you felt beneath it. “You’re not- ngh- any better.”

“I know.” Nanami leers, unabashedly kneading at your sore tits now. Fucking you harder and harder into the counter. Connecting his sweaty forehead with yours to look you right in the eyes as he gruffs, “I’ve been thinking about fucking this pretty cunt as soon as you opened that door, y’know.”

You feel his cock twitch wildly at the confession, dragging against your gummy walls with his tip. Hitting - oh-so-expertly - that one sensitive honeypot of nerves. Which makes Nanami’s mouth fall slack with what a treasure you were. 

“Y-you’re such a-” you’re moans are syrupy and slurring together now. Holding onto the larger man for dear life, “such a pervert, Ken.”

Shit, you were squeezing around him so hard that it was almost impossible to pull out. Abs straining to keep up the loud staccato of skin-against-skin, and Nanami’s long, jagged rams inside your wet heaven.

Nanami’s nosing down your pulse, letting his hot tongue loll out to catch the salty drops of your tears, “Mhm, only for hngh- you. Because you’re my girl now, aren’t ya?”

So easy for him to trawl out those addictive moans with each drag of the upwards curve of his fat cock. Thick tip hitting your g-spot, your cervix - as if he was branding his name into your pretty pussy from the inside. Sloppy. 

Leaving a bruising little Kento. With his erratic fingers pinching and rolling your clit at the same feverish tempo of his cock bullying inside your cunt - Kento. With his heavy balls smacking against your ass, sending jolts of white-hot pleasure all the way up to his sensitive slit, rubbing up against your succubus walls - Kento. With the way your heels were now digging into those dimples at the bottom of his spine, sure to leave marks with the way you were pulling him impossibly closer. So needy - Kento.

Only getting sloppier. The only thing in your mind right now - Kento Kento Kento-

So, really, it makes sense when that’s the only thing you’re capable of getting out once you cum. It sneaks up on you at first, and then all at once - and before you know it, you’re cumming so desperately all over Nanami’s relentless cock. 

Over and over.

Your thighs spasming, such a slutty ah! ah! ah! leaving your mouth with each wave of pleasure he’s forcing out of you by targeting your ravaged g-spot. Only a few more of those sloppy, mean thrusts left in the man himself before Nanami’s spilling into your greedy cunt. 

Painting your gummy walls white with each painful squeeze of his balls, he’s still thrusting - as if on instinct. Shoving his seed deeper and deeper down your cum-filled hole until he’s sure it’s overfilled. 

By god were you a vision, he’s thinking deliriously. Tears pooling at your eyes, drool dripping down the corner of your mouth, throat to shoot to do anything but whimper when he keeps going in and out in and out in and-

And if he angled his head just right, he could see the hot globs of cum that take to trickling out from your puffy folds, pooling at a mouthwateringly creamy base around his hilt.

“Ah,” Nanami wastes no time squeezing his index into your already-bulging entrance, pumping the cum slobbering out back in. “Better- hah- better not waste any-” He could barely speak right now, cumming harder than he has in his whole life - in fact, his overworked cock was still shooting out wispy spurts of his seed. Like he couldn’t stop. “-after all, y’haven’t made up for all the overdue rent yet, my love.”

A/N. Concept inspired by this NSFW audio by IchigekiVA that my friend sent me <3

Plagiarism of work not authorized.

[miley1442111]

hi!!!!! I love your writing so much, and I loved insomniac, and i was wondering if we could get some more aaron and insomniac reader? I just thought it was so cute!!

thank you ml!

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treatment plan (part 1)- a.hotchner

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a/n: thank you so much for requesting, I love this series (as a fellow insomnia girly)

summary: aaron oversteps and it starts a fight.

pairing: aaron hotchner x insomnia! reader

warnings: angst, discussions of insomnia and feeling 'different' because of it, mental health, crying, no happy ending, aaron is an asshole, fighting

part of this au:

insomniac

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Aaron didn’t always know what to do in these situations. He’d never had trouble sleeping, he was lucky like that. He realised very early into your relationship that he was lucky. He didn’t stay up for the simple fact of not being able to sleep often, he wasn’t worrying constantly about whether or not he’d get enough sleep to function the next day, he wasn’t brought to doctor after doctor only to be told the same thing time and again. “Sorry, we can’t help you,” or “No one here specialises in that,” or, his personal least favourite; “You can’t be helped, sorry.”

He knew he was lucky he didn’t have to go through the things you did. He didn’t have to worry about what insomnia would mean for his future health, what not sleeping would do to his body. 

You weren’t lucky. 

Every night was a battle, ever since you were a kid. You’d kick and scream, and even now, often you’d end up in tears. It was awful, and incurable somehow, at least in your case.

Yet, Aaron didn’t want to stop looking for a solution, and that’s how you ended up sleeping at Penelope’s place, your eyes red-rimmed and puffy, and a dumb rom-com on the TV. 

Fuck him. 

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4 hours earlier. 

Aaron walked into your shared home with his briefcase in his hand. You’d gotten off work an hour ago and come home to cook dinner. You were in the kitchen.

“Hey baby,” you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck as he walked in. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips, then smiled down at you. 

“How are you?” he asked, but everytime he asked, there was another question underneath it, one he’d stopped asking because it would always end in a fight. ‘Did you sleep?’ 

Aaron had left early that morning, and he felt good when he saw you asleep in your bed, and he was as silent as humanly possible while getting ready, so he’d hoped he hadn’t woken you. 

“Fine,” you nodded, going back to your cooking. “Work was boring, but Lucy’s leaving so we have to go to her farewell party on Friday- if you’re around-”

“You have the sleep test on Friday night honey, we can’t go, remember?” 

You sighed. “I cancelled it. I can always do it another time.”

Aaron was in shock. You’d cancelled the appointment? The appointment that was there to help you, to help you feel better. “Why would you do that Bug?”

“Because Lucy is one of my best friends, plus it’s not like the sleep test is going to work, so it doesn’t matter,” you shrugged and Aaron felt his blood boil. 

In recent months, you’d become what he would call ‘complacent’ with your condition. You saw it as accepting it. After years of being told you were incurable, why should you search for a cure? They were the professionals, and you’d seen more than 60 doctors about this, in your entire lifetime. That didn’t bode well with Aaron. He would fight to the ends of the Earth for you, and he planned on trying to fight this for as long as it took, but that would only work if you were fighting too, which you weren’t. 

He ran a hand through his hair, trying to calm himself. “We were on that waitlist for a year Y/n.”

“I was on that waitlist for a year, and I decided I don’t want to do it anymore, it’s my health,” you shrugged and served him up his plate. “Now tell me about your day.”

“We still need to talk about this,” he scolded, sitting across from you at your kitchen table. “You just decided to stop treatment?” His eyes were darker than usual, his signature 'negotiating stare’ trying to make you feel small. Not that Aaron himself was trying to make you small, just that you always felt… different when he looked at you like that. Strange. 

“I don’t know why you can’t grasp that I’ve accepted my condition?” You scoffed. “You don’t need to worry anymore, maybe this will be good for me! I’m always so worried, and so are you, even Jack notices it for fuck’s sake! My insomnia has controlled my entire fucking life, and I’m sick of it, so yes Aaron, I decided to stop treatment,” you weren’t exactly shouting, but you weren’t calm and collected. You were at your wits end, completely. You hadn’t slept in two days, you were bordering on exhausted, and you planned to take one of the sleeping pills you had, (even though you’re slightly allergic), an allergy medication, and sleep for 15 hours straight. You were very happy Jack wasn’t meant to be back from his cousin’s house until at least after 4pm tomorrow. 

“That sleep study is the closest we’ve ever been! Why would you cancel it? I understand you’re frustrated-” he started, but you cut him off. 

“You don’t understand Aaron. You don’t understand. How could you? When you go to sleep, it’s simply that, sleep. To me it’s so much more, so much anxiety, so many negative thoughts, so much awful shit, so many shitty sleeples nights since I was a fucking kid! And you don’t understand that, and I'm not asking you to, but I’m asking you to accept my decision over my body Aaron. I can’t deal with this anxiety anymore around something as simple as sleeping. I feel like I have no control anymore, so this is me taking back control Aaron-” You felt yourself welling up with tears. His face was set in stone, silently judging you.

“There’s better ways to take back control of your life Y/n-”

“Tell me!” you shouted. He stayed silent. “Exactly.”

“This isn’t healthy, you’re going to hurt yourself more Y/n,” he cautioned and you scoffed, a sick smile on your face, bred from your frustration and desperation. 

“Aaron, what more damage can I do to myself?-”

“I don’t want to wake up someday and have you not remember me!” He shouted. That was low. You were terrified of memory loss diseases like Alzheimer’s and Dementia. 

You stared at him for a minute, small tears pushing past your ‘emotionless’ exterior. “That was low Aaron.” 

“It’s the truth.” 

“No it’s not, it’s your truth. Don’t mix that up,” you cautioned. 

“Am I not allowed to be worried about my fiance?” he asked, but in that stupid condescending voice that made you want to smack him. 

“Aaron please just stop,” you groaned, looking down into your food. This was going to turn into a lecture. This was going to break you. You were right on the edge, hanging on by a thread. And Aaron cut it clean with his next words. 

“You’re being selfish.” 

You blocked the rest of his speech out. Selfish. You were selfish. Selfish was silently crying so he could sleep. Selfish was indulging every single one of his stupid sleep tests and doctors even if you were in pain and exhausted. Selfish was being poked and prodded by doctor after doctor that he brought you to, in hopes of finding a cure. Selfish was hiding your condition’s worst parts (migraines, mood swings, anxiety, memory loss,and everything else) so he wouldn’t worry.

Right, you were selfish. 

You got up and grabbed your jacket, keys, and phone, and you left the house. You ran into your car, Aaron hot on your heels with his booming voice screaming over you, pushing you further. Your car was cold, thus the pleasures of Washington. You shrugged it off and started driving, Aaron was trying to stop you, you didn’t let him. 

Fuck him, he was the selfish one. 

You drove to Penelope’s without another thought, just letting yourself cry. You couldn’t let this condition define you anymore, and you won’t let it define your relationship either. If Aaron didn’t understand that, maybe he wasn’t the right one. 

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With the shitty rom-com over and Penelope heading for bed, you made your makeshift bed on the couch, and tried as hard as you could to sleep, but you ended up just thinking about it all, all night long. 

What a great Friday night.

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Currently Obsessing Over, Debrief No.4: EAT THE RICH (...But, like...After the Met Gala!)

-Anne Hathaway in custom Versace-

-L-R, top row: Olivia Rodrigo, Jenna Ortega, Sora Choi all in Thom Browne, bottom row: Conan Gray in Balmain-

-L-R, top row: Yung Miami in ACT N°1, Rihanna in Valentino Couture, bottom row: Tems in Robert Wun, Cardi B in Chenpeng Studio, Kim Kardashian in Schiaparelli-

-Emily Ratajkowski’s custom Dilara Fındıkoğlu dress, details-

-look, I hate exorbitant displays of wealth as much as the next perennially broke person (whose martyr of a landlord apparently has no choice but to raise the rent astronomically again! does the poor man’s suffering ever end!?)...But in the interest of FASHUN, I like to take a night off, anddd if the purpose of the Met Gala and all its afterparties isn’t to give a voice to the voiceless, i.e the amateur fashion girlies, then that would make this year all about Karl Lagerfeld and it is each and every one of our civilian duties to prevent that from happening! Monday 1st May 2023 was a celebration of three things, 1). Choupette the cat, 2). Anne Hathaway in custom Versace, 3). Emily Ratajkowski in custom Dilara Fındıkoğlu..and all the following fashion moments too-

-L-R, top row: Anok Yai in Atelier Prabal Gurung, Gwendoline Christie in Fendi, bottom row: Sydney Sweeney in Miu Miu, Rita Oran in Prabal Gurung, Nicole Kidman in Chanel-

-L-R: Aubrey Plaza in Stella McCartney, Vanessa Hudgens in Michael Kors, Olivia Rodrigo in Chanel, Keke Palmer in Sergio Hudson-

-Michaela Coel in custom Schiaparelli-

-L-R, top row: Margot Robbie in Chanel, Kate and Lila Moss in Fendi, Ashley Graham in Harris Reed, bottom row: Halle Bailey in Gucci, Emily Ratajkowski in Tory Burch, Penélope Cruz in Chanel, Chloe Fineman in Wiederhoeft-

-Anok Yai in 16Arlington-

-L-R, top row: Jeremy Pope in Balmain, Anne Hathaway in Versace, Jennie Kim in Chanel with Maude Apatow in Chloe & Sidney Sweeney, bottom row: Margot Robbie in Chanel, Suki Waterhouse in Fendi, Whitney Peak in Chanel, Lizzo in Paco Rabanne-

-L-R, top row: Gabrielle Union & Dwayne Wade in Prada, Priyanka Chopra-Jonas in Valentino, Amanda Seyfried in Oscar de La Renta, Nicola Peltz in Valentino, bottom row: Yara Shahidi in Jean Paul Gaultier, Paris Hilton in Marc Jacobs, Palomo Essar in Luar, Lily James in Tamara Ralph Couture-

-Anok Yai-

-L-R, top row: Nicole Kidman, Florence Pugh in Valentino, bottom row: Phoebe Bridgers in Tory Burch, J-Lo in Ralph Lauren, Olivia Wilde in Chloe-

-L-R, top row: Dua Lipa in Chanel & Rihanna in Chrome Hearts, Chloe Fineman, Kerry Washington in Michael Kors, bottom row: Gabriella Karefa-Johnson, Jeremy Pope, LaLa Anthony, Lea Michele in Michael Kors-

-Emma Chamberlain in Miu Miu-

-L-R, top row: Cai Xukun, Iman Hammam & Joan Smalls, Emily Ratajowski in Versace, bottom row: Lil Nas, Shai Gilgeous-Alexander in Thom Browne, Ella Emhoff in Vaquera, Kate Moss in Fendi-

-L-R, top row: Lily James in Versace, Jennie Kim, Olivia Wilde, Paris Hilton, bottom row: Teyana Taylor, Elena Azzaro, Busta Rhymes, Georgia Fowler-

-Ava Max in Christian Siriano-

-L-R, top row: Aurora James in Bode, Whitney Peak, Yara Shahidi, Alia Bhatt in Prabal Gurung, bottom row: Quannah Chasinghorse in Prabal Gurung, Hannah Bagshawe and Eddie Redmayne in Alexander McQueen, Song Hye-kyo in Fendi, Kaitlyn Dever in Michael Kors-

-L-R, top row: Emilia Silberg and Jared Leto, Miranda Kerr in Dior, Kelsey Absille in Prabal Gurung, Adut Akech, bottom row: Kylie Jenner in Haider Ackermann for Jean Paul Gaultier, Cardi B in Richard Quinn, Dua Lipa in Chanel, Phillipa Soo in Richard Quinn-

-L-R: Rita Ora in a mix of vintage Fendi & Chanel, Kylie Jenner in Jean Paul Gaultier, Precious Lee in Fendi-

-Elle Fanning in Vivienne Westwood & Andreas Kronlather for Vivienne Westwood, details-

-L-R, top row: Keke Palmer in Sergio Hudson, Imaan Hammam in Standing Ground, Adut Akech in Carolina Herrera, Vitoria Ceretti in Balenciaga, bottom row: Liu Wen in Tory Burch, Irina Shayk in Yohji Yamamoto, Lily Aldridge in Oscar de La Renta-

-L-R: Yara Shahidi in Jean Paul Gaultier, Janelle Monae in Thom Browne, Devon Aoki in Jeremy Scott-

-L-R, top row: Gustav Witzøe in Palomo Spain, Precious Lee in Fendi, bottom row: Brian Tyree Henry in Karl Lagerfeld, Eva Chen in Fendi, Karen Elson in Christian Siriano-

-L-R, top row: Jordan Roth in Schiaparelli, Camila Morrone in Rodarte, Lily Collins in Vera Wang, bottom row: Daisy Edgar-Jones in Gucci, Pasha Harulia in Bevza, Margaret Qualley in Chanel, FKA Twigs in Maison Margiela-

-L-R, top row: Madelyn Cline in Stella McCartney, Alex Newell in Christian Siriano, Conan Gray, Isabelle Boemke in Bode, bottom row: Vanessa Hudgens in Michael Kors, Finneas O’Connell in Vivienne Westwood, Brooklyn Beckham and Nicola Peltz in Valentino, Liberty Ross in Burberry-

-L-R: Micaela Coel in Schiaparelli, Rita Ora, Ava Max in Christian Siriano-

-L-R, top row: LaLa Anthony in Sergio Hudson, Rihanna, Bad Bunny in Jacquemus, bottom row: Doja Cat in Oscar de La Renta, Ice Spice in archive Emilio Pucci, Cardi B in Miss Sohee-

-middle, far right: Emily Ratajkowski in Versace-

-Gigi Hadid in custom Givenchy, details-

-L-R, top row: Doja Cat in Oscar de La Renta, Alton Mason in Karl Lagerfeld Couture, Devon Aoki in Jeremy Scott, Lizzo in Chanel, bottom row: Michelle Yeoh in Karl Lagerfeld, Jodie Comer in Burberry, Chi Ossé in Advisry, Lea Michele in Michael Kors-

-L-R, top row: Salma Hayek in Gucci, Donatella Versace in Versace, Kylie Jenner, Lil Nas in Dior, bottom row: Aubrey Plaza in Stella McCartney, Mindy Kaling in Simkhai, Naomi Campbell in Chanel, Burna Boy in Burberry-

-Billie Eilish in Simone Rocha, details-

-L-R, top row: Micaela Diamond in Carolina Herrera, Kerry Washington in Michael Kors, Alexa Chung in Róisín Pierce, Anitta in Marc Jacobs, bottom row: Angèle in Chanel, Huma Abedin in Fendi, Julia Garner in Gucci, Svitlana Bevza in Bevza-

-Dua Lipa in Chanel-

-L-R, clockwise: Jenna Ortega in Thom Browne, Nicola Petz, Irina Shayk & Karlie Kloss, Emily Ratajkowski-

I have no time for the accompanying men in bland suits. Sorry bout it.

[gayspock]

ok miniseries liveblog . night 1

okay so for the record. what i know about battlestar galactica going into it: it's a remake of a series from the 70s; to my understanding, it's a slightly "darker" tone in comparison to other sci-fi shows of its time; ive heard vague, mixed things about later seasons of the show but i heard vague rumblings about farscape s4 & pk wars so idk what to think fo that; and that's listerally about it

i genuinely dont know anything plot-wise im going to just go into this completely blind starting with miniseries

OKAY. we're opening with a blonde girlie sucking tongue. how does this bode for the rest of the show? well we'll see. also i cant tell if all blonde girlies look the same or if she looks like skyler white.

well now whos this smart looking gent with the circular specs. does he have issues in the head-

OKAY HANG ON

WHOS THE GIRLIE WITH THE ARMS, NOUGHTIES BOY BAND HAIR, AND THE CIGAR CAN WE PAN BACK PLEASE-

STARBUCK? YOU CALLED THIS WOMAN STARBUCK?

WELL WHAT ABOUT THE OTHER GIRLIE WHOS SHE. THERES WOMEN HERE. DID YOU GUYS KNOW THAT.

i know shes the one in the right here. sorry. but whats the point of balding, divorcing men if you cant take the mick out of them. theyre like bruises to poke at.

also referring to how i knew jack shit going in: i dont know why, but in my head this was going to be a bit crunchier despite knowing its from '03. kind of sad. i wanted some ugly shit BUT in fairness those cylons were pretty funny looking, too

oh its red dress woman again

IS SHE ABOUT TO KILL THAT BABY?

COME ON GIRLIE.

also im fascinated - hey.... sorry red dress woman reappeared again , not in a red dress but instead in that sheer little number? okay.... all is forgiven... like. maybe it wasnt even her fault.. maybe shes allowed to kill babies like its just a #woman moment ... can women fucking do anything these days like please

oh now shes eating face . busy schedule with this woman

also my interest is piqued btw i should say that. im always a fan of artifical lifeforms BU

CAN YOU BE POLITE TO THE LITTLE MECHANIC GUY WHOS JUST SO EAGER AND HERE TOHELP. i will also say theres so many people here. do i have to remember allthese people. and i reemmber 0 names. smile.

like this. is this the other woman from earlier-

are they

WHYS EVERYONE SUCKING AND FUCKING

OKAY I LIKED HER AND I LIKED HIM SO I SHANT COMPLAIN BUT MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS ME. i liked polite mechanic guy whats his name. and like i said the girlie is cute too. i love women.

oh fuck back to red dress lass and fucking GAIUS i remember his name because hes got long hair, he's shorter and his name is fucking GAIUS . can you not take the piss out of blondie's religion. she literally kills babies she can kill you too i dont doubt.

i hate gaius' voice. fucking gaius

sorry i dont know why im this strongly against gaius i just feel violent today. i dont mean it. maybe gaius is nice. maybe i will be affectionate towards gaius. but i kind of want to kick him around like a football.

theres also this polite young man i see with the curly hair and the sensible yet charming little suits

I LIKE THE OLDER GUY WHO HAD GLASSES. THE IN CHARGE GENT. I LIKE HIM THUS FAR. YEAH. DONT LET THEM NETWORK THIS BITCH. SO TRUE.

oh hey starbucks

starbuck

frappycunio

DONT FUCKING SHACK HER UP WITH THIS LAD EITHER. YOU BETTER NOT. HE'S GOT A RAT FACE. IS THIS THE LAD WHOS MEANT TO FLY THE THINGY. YEAH

oh so it's "lee" is it. with the dead brother. ii dont care. starbuck and lee it doesnt even make sense.

and going BACK hi red dres- HE DID N OT. I KNEW IT. FUCKIN GAIUS. SLAG. MAN SLAG I KNEW IT. I TOLD YOU. LETS KICK HIM ABOUT LIKE A FOOTBALL. HE'LL SQUEAK

hi lee.

OH

MISTER IN CHARGE IS DIVORCED. EPIC.

and lee hates him. oh i love it when there's family strife. girls. FIGHT.

back to gaius and blondie

"you knew i was different" blondie maybe he just thought you had the tism . its charming. that autistic rizz.

ibtw towards gaius to clarify , i wasnt HOSTILE-HOSTILE towards gaius before just thinking about teething with him but now hes kind of whimpering and it slike so im giggling MORE thnan i was as im kicking him about does that make sense. i want to play silly golf with him

mister in charge. adama. do i call him that now. hes got his specs back on. hi-

SEE. WET. WHIMPERING. PATHETIC. [STARTS BEATING HIM UP]

number 6 is that going to be her name now.

i feel cheeky calling her blondie

MATE

THE BALDING DIVORCEE.

also other girlie from earlier... boomer is her name... i like her too. smile.

also i like this woman. uhm i, sorry i didnt get her name... the government official. theres lots of girlies for me to smile about

FUCKING GAIUS MADE IT. OF COURSE YOU DID GAIUS. WEE PRICK.

hi lee, again... can you be friendly to the photographer.

acrually nevermind its that guy. fucks sake. HE HATES WOMEN. FUCK THE PHOTOGRAPHER. LEE GET HIS ASS.

okay thank god. lady is in charge. GOOD.

also are you kidding me is gaius about to get pulled by the lottery by boomer and bloke because thats so funny. especially with the kids. imagine being 10 years old and abandoning your parent for fucking gaius to be on board

ALSO BOOMER'S LITTLE BOYTOY... I LIKED HIM... youre scaringhim. hurting his feelings. booooo

"AREN'T YOU GAIUS BALTAR." "yeah i haVENT DONE ANYTHING" FUCKING GAIUS. TYPICAL.

boomer's bestie ... are you kidding me. HELO? HELLO . YOURE GIVING UP THE SEAT FOR FUCKING GAIUS. JOKES. ITS JOKES AT THIS POINT.

also LAURA. government girlie is laura... now president laura of the world. girlboss

can WE ALL JUST. RESPECT WOMEN. THINGY OF EDUCATION. SO SHE A LEARNED WOMAN. WHATS THE PROBLEM. LEAVE HER ALONE.

a woman can survive any blast. shes fine. i know she is

although then again... if your fucking callsign is apollo i dont know what the hell you expect

okay end of part 1

[innaminitus]

Good girl

Pairing: Loki x reader

Request:  y)n and her friend go to a Christmas party(maybe by tony?) where she herself, her friend are talking about something and y/n says something on the lines of "idk i am bad" and loki who was listening naerby whispers in y/n ear, "i think you can be a very good girl if motivated properly" and some mischief ensues??? idk it's a shell of an idea. Maybe you'd like to do something with this? (from anon)

and

Hi for holiday requests, do u think u can do a Loki x reader smut where they do some Santa play w the reader being on the “naughty list”? Also some light bdsm as well? (from @fan-girly-girl��)

Warnings: smut, smut, smut, bondage with christmas lights??? 

Word count: 2004

A/N: i like this one. i hope you’ll like it, too

Tony’s parties were legendary. People drowning in alcohol and expensive dishes, stars, superheroes, journalists and regular folks, joined by music and booze. This time’s theme? Christmas, of course.

It took you maybe… Three, no, four shots of vodka to find yourself wrapped in string of white lights, with a furry chain around your neck like a boa, giggling with Nat next to the bar.

“It’s just… that I’m not necessarily into all that romantic things,” you said, playing with your glass. You drank a little too much and was speaking probably a little too loud.

“So you’re into more hard-core stuff?” She raised her eyebrow, slowly sipping a pink liquid from a tall glass. She snorted suddenly. “Do you know what Steve calls it?” She was laughing now. “The bad stuff.”

You laughed as well. Steve surely looked like somebody who would call it that way.

“Well, I guess I’m bad, then.”

“I think you can be a very good girl if motivated properly,” somebody whispered to your ear, sudden warmth surrounded your ear and neck.

Nat evaporated, or at least you didn’t notice her walking away. You turned to Loki, only to see him barely an inch away from you. His lips were so close to your skin…

“Are you… ehm… willing to motivate me?” You tilted your head to be even closer to him, to his mischievous smile.

“Always. We don’t want you on the naughty list this Christmas, do we?” His lips were almost on yours.

“I must warn you, it won’t be an easy task.”

You’ve been dancing around each other for weeks, if not months, now, but none of you ever took thing further than just flirting. You were frustrated, and your fingers couldn’t satisfy you when you knew how long were his…

“I’ll take this risk.” Your lips ghosted over his as he spoke, the warmth of them set fire to your body. He grabbed the chain on your neck and pulled it, but missed your mouth and licked the edge of your ear. “Come.”

He used the chain to guide you, as if he was holding a leash. You were pulled into the elevator and pushed onto the wall. Loki’s hands touched your face, his thumb harshly caressed your jawline, chin and bottom lip. You arched to kiss him, but he backed away with a smirk.

“Not so fast, pet…” A string of black hair fell on his forehead when he leaned to you. “You have to earn it first.”

The elevator stopped and the door opened, not giving you a chance to try again. He pulled the chain again and you obediently left the elevator, following him to his bedroom. When the door shut behind you, for a second you were in complete darkness, that is until Loki touched the string of lights you were wrapped in and somehow turned them on without connecting them with the electricity.

“I like those magic tricks of yours,” you said, watching the white glow on his face move as he came closer to you.

You thought he was finally going to kiss you, but he just walked around you, his sight so intensive you could almost feel it as if he was touching you. He slowly unwrapped you from the lights and they fell on the floor, shining on your bodies like an aura.

Loki stood behind you once more, this time his fingers hooked on the zipper of your black dress, sliding it down your spine, his knuckle caressed your skin as he was doing so. His fingers slid under the material on your shoulders, and with one move the dress pooled on your ankles, next to the lights.

“What are these?” He asked, caressing your shoulder. For a second you didn’t know what he meant, but harsh touch on quite fresh marks acknowledged you.

“These… cigarette burns.” You smiled at the thought of the last week’s sex session with certain soldier.

“Who made them?” He circled one with his finger, his voice giving his discontent away.

“Barnes.” You shivered. Would he be displeased? Would he… punish you? That thought excited you.

“Why?”

“We were playing. I played against the rules, so he punished me.” Your pussy was throbbing, lacy panties were surely soaked.

Loki’s finger fell on the hooks of your bra. He undo one after another.

“It bodes well that you enjoy being punished.” He backed away, leaving you still with your bra and panties on. He sat on the bed. “Tell me, pet, what he did to you, as you undress.”

“You want me to tell you how he fucked me?” You raised your eyebrow.

“Did I stutter?”

There was nothing warm in his eyes as he watched you take the furry chain off your neck.

“He spanked me first. Hard.” You flicked your hair to your back. “My ass was red for days.” One strap of the bra was off. “Then he fingered me, stretching me for his cock…” Another strap was off. “But before he fucked my pussy he fucked my face.” You could see Loki’s hard length twitching in his trousers. “My eyes were tearing and I was gagging and it was so good.” The bra fell on the floor, your nipples were hard and pointing. “I wanted him to cum in my mouth, but he pulled out and threw me on the bed.” You hooked your fingers on the panties and slid them down your butt. “Then he fucked me into the mattress. Oh, Loki, he fucked me so hard my pussy hurt, and he held my hips so hard I still have bruises. I almost fainted when I came around his cock.” You wiggled your knees, so the panties fell next to the rest of your clothes. Loki almost ripped his shirt off, veins on his hands pulsing with anger as he listened. “His metal fingers were rubbing my clit, he made me come again.” You stepped out of the lights and your clothes. Loki stood up, his trousers were off. “He fucked me until he came. His cum filled me whole, and then dripped down my thighs.”

Loki grabbed your head in his hand and pulled you to his face, smashing your lips with his. Your stomach twirled, it was all you were waiting for. You sunk into that kiss, opened your mouth and welcomed his tongue.

“Kneel,” he ordered, his lips still on yours. You weren’t the one to disobey him. You did as he asked, your eyes never left his face. He took the underwear off, freeing his thick shaft. “And suck.”

You straightened, your fingers touched the velvety skin, traced along the vein. You knew it was no time to play, though. You stuck out your tongue and licked a stripe along the length, swiped the tip through the slit, collecting salty precum. He was impatient; he bucked his hips, forcing his whole length down your throat. You gagged and leaned away, but he held the back of your head and pushed your face to his abdomen, your nose pressed onto his body. He held you this way firmly, his dick twitching deep in your throat, not allowing you to breathe. Tears were flowing down your cheeks, ruining your makeup as you hopelessly tried to catch a tiniest bit of air.

After a few seconds he set you free and you fell on the floor, fighting for air to travel through your lungs again. You almost didn’t notice him grabbing the lights from the floor. He took your arm and lifted you up before circling you like a predator. He stopped behind you and lights shone on your breasts when he wrapped the string around you firmly, the delicate bulbs sunk into the skin and pinched your nipples. He didn’t stop there; he wrapped the string around your arms, tying them securely on your back. He lifted the furry red chain as well and wrapped it around your neck. You were on his mercy now.

“Such a pretty decoration,” he sighed, pulling the chain and biting your neck.

Your pussy was aching for touch, soaking so much your juices wet your thighs. You arched to capture Loki’s lips in yours and he let you, his lips fitted perfectly on yours. He used the moment of distraction to throw you on the bed, one of his hands grabbed your hip to force your ass up, the other held your leashes. Sweet pain of the string he pulled sinking into your breasts made you squirm.

With his foot he parted your legs, exposing your wet pussy. The hand left your hip and he smacked your ass once before sliding lower, to smear the juices all over your womanhood. You moaned, begging for him to stop playing and fuck you already.

He listened, dear gods, he listened.

He lined his cock with your entrance, collected the slick with his tip and slowly, painfully slowly slid inside of you.

“I will fuck,” he pulled away and thrusted back hard, “James Barnes,” he thrusted again, “out of your head.”

With each thrust he was faster and more aggressive, pulling on both chains, pinching your nipples with the sting and choking you with fur. The sound of one body smacking another echoed in your head as you moaned his name to the sky.

He was like an animal in its mating season, relentlessly pounding into you. Tears were wetting your cheeks as you were struggling to breathe, the shameless pleasure not allowing you to stop to catch more air.

Loki was groaning as he pulled you up, dropped the chains and grabbed your chin, pressing his cheek onto yours. You felt his hot breath on your skin. Your pussy clenched on him harder when he kissed you, the feeling of new angle and his tongue in your mouth made you come hard, leaving you a moaning mess, holding itself together only with the string of lights and Loki’s hand.

He smirked.

He didn’t plan to stop yet.

He threw your front onto the sheets and pressed your spine with his hand, not bothering to slow down the pounding. His other hand grabbed your ass harshly, massaging the cheeks and slapping them hard before his thumb slid down to collect juices from your soaking pussy and smear them on your other entrance. You only managed to squirm when he pushed the thumb in, additional sensation making you scream his name when pleasure once more built in your stomach. Your body was overstimulated, you didn’t know if you even existed anymore, the only real thing was his cock wrecking your pussy and his thumb pushed in your ass.

Tears of pleasure wet the sheets as you came again, moaning to heavens, begging for mercy. Loki’s thrusts were almost uncontrollable as he came as well, your orgasms mixing in the air, your legs shaking and his fingers sinking into your flesh, leaving bruises and nail marks. His cum shot deep inside of you, the warmth of it releasing from you one last moan.

He stayed this way for a second, calming himself down. When he pulled out you felt almost obscenely empty.

You licked the sweat from your cupid’s bow, hoping he would untie you, but he only slid the thumb down, to the semen flowing out of you. His long fingers flicked through your folds and suddenly were pushed inside your hot, hurting pussy. He moved them inside before pulling out and turning you with the other hand.

“Look what mess you’ve done.” He showed you his fingers, sticking with white substance. “Lick them clean.”

Your muscles were against it, but you forced yourself to straighten and opened your mouth to let Loki put his digits into it. Your warm lips closed around his skin, your tongue swirled and collected the cum, you swallowed the saltiness with pleasure. He took the fingers out and smeared your saliva on your cheek.

“Looks like you can be a good girl, after all.”

Looks like you can.

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White Flag  Part 3

Dean and her grew up together, trained together. Also, absolutely can’t be in the same room without a fight ensuing. When she has to come back and help out the boys and their friends. If she stays too long will all her secrets come out. She swore he would never know, circumstances and their friends and family, they might have other ideas.

Pairing- Dean x OFC

Warnings: Angst!, oh and ANGST! Triggers for Alcohol and drug abuse. Anger issues. Dean angry and yelling. (That needs a warning). Eventually smut. Sexual situations, cussing, blood, gore, the usual Supernatural warning.

Thank You @winchest09!! Always you rock and talk and beta for me. You are a Rockstar!!!

Also Thanx to @jensengirl83​ she made sure I didn’t miss anything. Love ya girly!!

Sam was pacing around the room, Benny was making multiple phone calls as Dean drank. Whiskey always cured his troubles.

“Really, I mean I know you don’t care, but you could try to help,” Sam snapped at his brother. Dean’s eyes traced to his sibling who looked very worried. He glanced over at Benny, who mirrored the same expression as Sam. “I do care,” Dean huffed. 

The snappy retort made his brother snort in derision, “Yeah, sure.” 

That rueful smile crossed Sammy’s face. Dean withered slightly, he hadn’t worried about the horrid wench that caused nothing but headaches for him for a while. This time, he had a bad feeling; four months and she hadn’t spoken to anyone. He called to tell her off for the car she bought Jack but she never answered. She hasn’t answered his calls in years. Sam, Cass, or even Jack. Hell, anybody but him, she answered within the hour.

It irked him, but it never bothered him. At least that’s what he told himself. Yet, when Benny came back within the week, checking every home and hideaway she had and there was no answer, he grew concerned. She hadn’t taken any of her go bags, her bank accounts, even the hidden ones were untouched; something was wrong. He felt it in his bones and that feeling never boded well with them. She was in trouble.

Y/n  was a special kinda bitch in his book. Nothing and no one touched her without a crazy kind of surprise, or one hell of a plan beyond monster capabilities. This was a new hurdle.

The fact that Sammy doubted him wanting to find her or know what happened made his skin crawl. They may fight, shit, they hated one another, but he still wanted her safe. He NEVER wished her gone or dead; even if that’s how she made it seem over the years. She forced herself to be a ghost to them since the Mark of Cain.

He didn’t know why or even how the crazy woman did it, but she ghosted them. She was ruthless and wickedly smart, he would give her that. Her scars ran beyond skin though, to her core, and not even Sam knew them all. Hell, maybe no one did, even Benny. The vamp had become her companion, her best friend and he was happy to have him  here, on his side. 

Something was definitely wrong, they just had to figure out what. Sammy even called that bullshit British Men of Letters hunter, Ketch. As psychopathic as he was, was an excellent resource. 

“You heard from Ketch?” he looked at his brother. Sammy just sighed and shook his head, looking down to his phone. No answer from Ketch meant no good news, at all.

Ketch was one of the pricks torturing Y/n, that’s why. Good ol’ Chuck saw his uses and used him. Nothing would stop that ruthless tea-swilling serial killer. Well, at least she had something pretty to look at.

“Well, now are you going to tell us the whole story Ms. Y/l/n?” Ketch asked, sheathing the blade he held.

Y/n’s smirk was her answer but she retorted just the same, “No, Mr. Ketch, but if you fancy a fuck, I am just laying about,” her brow crooked for what it was worth below swollen eyes, cuts that bloodied her vision, and bruised ribs that made it hard to breath.

The Brit turned to her and smiled, “Well, that is a fetching idea. Yet, I’m not allowed to play with God’s toys.” He leaned against the desk eyeing her, “You were always a beautiful woman. A vividly talented hunter, resourceful even beyond your abundance of wealth. Yet you,” his lips smacked in shame, shaking his head, “you stopped at Dean Winchester, what is that man’s pull? Truly, I want to understand.”

“You couldn’t,” she said simply. Looking at him gave a slight shake to her head, “No, not a sociopath like you. No empathy, no morals, you feel nothing. No guilt, no remorse, you hold nothing that would make you capable of wrapping your warped little mind around why I feel like I do about Dean. Plus, he doesn’t know and wouldn’t care.” A dry smirk was thrown his way as she let her head fall back against her restraints.

He eyed her, processing her, “Him knowing how you feel or the things you have done for him, terrifies you. You! I have seen and heard of the things you have fought and done.” He shook his head, folding his hand into his lap, “Yo-you’re formidable,” he shrugged confused.

Y/n snorted, “Obviously not,” jerking her wrists that were tied down for emphasis.

“No, no. it’s something more,” he dismissed her.

“Dean, flaws and all, is something you can never understand or be. Dean can’t help that he cares so much and he hides it. He can’t shake his loyalty, it’s a huge fault. Dean does whatever he has to for whoever he loves and cares about,” she growled.

Ketch smirked in realization, “And that’s not you. He has no love or loyalty to you. That’s why you accept this.” He gestured around, “You believe Chuck is wrong. Dean won’t care about anything you have done. Dean won’t care if you’re gone.”

“That’s right. He won’t.” She knew that for a fact. “I’ll give it to you, he will be surprised, but he’ll shrug it off.”

“Hmm.” With that Ketch got up and left the room. Y/n let her head fall back with force. Good thing she put her affairs in order years ago; everything she had would go to the Winchesters and Benny. Benny deserved a break from her. Benny had stuck by her side for years, put up with her boozing, drugging, and her massive attitude issues with no explanation from her. She even left a few tricks for Rowena. She did adore that sassy redheaded witch.

Ketch entered Chucks office sneering. A roaring fire, mahogany furniture, a desk the size of Sam. God did like to overcompensate.

“How is it going?” Chuck’s voice drew his attention, taking off his glasses with that smile of his.

Pursing his lips, “The same. She isn’t easily persuaded.”

Chuck sighed pursuing his lips rising from his chair turning to face the big picture window. “It’s been months. I might have to approach this differently. She is an anomaly, I can use her. I just need to find out how.”

“Maybe, it might be prudent to find out exactly what she means to Dean. I mean she may not be the chip you think she is to him. From what I know and heard from them, Dean is not a fan.” Ketch interjected.

“Dean also will still protect her, she is like family, and the others love her. So no, I can use her. Especially with the information I have, believe me I know what I am doing.” Chuck’s eyes cut to Ketch with a sneer reclaiming his seat at his desk. “Not only that, but once he knows EVERYTHING,” God’s eyes narrowed cruelly, “It will destroy them both.”

Ketchs brow quirked. “Are you going to kill her then?

The shorter man’s head shook back and forth, and he chuckled. “ Why? She is doing that to herself already. I don’t have to help with that.”

Ketch was confused. “Then why did you actually need her if you know everything?”

Chuck was silent a moment his jaw tensed. “Cause I know what happened, but not the details. I NEED the actual details. Which is why I have you,” he growled.

“Ah, I see. Well, it must be something big, if she is this tight lipped,” the taller man retorted, grabbing a drink from the wet bar.

The twinkle in Chuck’s eye unnerved him. “Oh it is, I heard the rumors, but the brutal truth. Oh thats why she is destroying herself. Fascinating to watch how humans react to things. That is why I need the truth, every nasty detail, of it all.”

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