#If he can't do that I really hope we get to see him over in Indycar or WEC

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hi i <3 ur fics so much! i saw ur gotak x short reader and it’s so cute, can u do a baku ver of it? thank u so much

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baku with a short partner

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» will always make jokes of your height. the jabs are just light hearted fun, but if he notices that they actually bother you he'll apologize and stop. sometimes he gets a little.. spicy with them. (y/n! i know a way for you to get taller!" baku beams at you, waiting for your response.

"..and what is it?"

"well, i know a way we can put some inches in you")

» he thinks its funny how you have to tiptoe and jump to match his height. he'll pick you up and hold you to the sky simba style, talking about how you're finally his height.

» baku's height means he's your personal step ladder. if you can't reach anything, a shadow will suddenly loom behind you and grab it for you. he'll always show up, somehow. he even lets you climb him like a jungle gym, clambering onto his back.

» very fond of having you sit on his shoulders. he likes hearing you exclaim at what you see. definitely not because he likes feeling your thighs around his neck haha.. and definitely not because he likes grabbing at your legs.. (he's a huge pervert 😔)

» baku's hands are already abnormally big because he has fists the sizes of boulders, but compared to yours they completely dwarf yours.

» being so much smaller, you get cold very easily. lucky for you, baku's a walking heater. just being next to him can warm you up. holding his hands even in cold weather will always make yours sweat with the heat

» you have to tiptoe up to fix his collar, or dust off lint on his shirt. baku is well aware of this, and sometimes refuses to lean down just to see you get frustrated and pull him down yourself (he likes it a little too much..)

» has to semi-squat down when you guys take photos, or else you look like a child compared to him. more than once, people have mistaken you for his younger relative. it embarrasses you because do you really look that young next to him???

» in crowded areas, he has to keep a hand on your head for two reasons. to make sure you don't wander off and to not lose you. in a sea of people, your head disappears almost instantly. and baku's not smart enough to pinpoint which head is yours

» literally always picking you up. it's more efficient, he says. with your short legs you can't really match his pace, so he'll just toss you over his shoulder like a sack or piggy back you. your most used method of transportation is now baku, wink wink

» when cuddling, once he has his arms around your waist, you're stuck. nothing is going to unlatch him from you. even if you want to turn to your side, he'll just flip the both of you

» opens anything and everything for you. the first time he sees you struggling to open a jar, he vows to never let you do it again. since then, he's constantly rushing to open your things for you, even if it's something you can easily do

» with your short stature, baku can manhandle you anyway he wants without even breaking a sweat

fin

a/n tysm for enjoying my fics! i hope this is good enough ><

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Start A New

Fandom: The Pitt

Pairing: Dr. Jack Abbot x F!Reader

Summary: In a tragic car accident, Jack loses his wife, who was your best friend, and you lose your husband, the father of your child. Now both of you navigate life together and co-parenting your daughter, Evelyn, while also trying to figure out your feelings for each other.

A/N: Thank you to everyone who loved the first part! Now here's that happy ending you all wanted...

Undeserving (aka Part 1) | The Pitt Masterlist

Jack tried to get some rest. He really tried, but he kept going over his argument with you. Did you really not see how much he loves you and Evie? Do you really not know how heartbroken he'd be if you left?

He sighs and checks the time on his bedside. It's almost noon and Evie usually takes a nap around this time. It might be a good time for him to talk to you again so Evie doesn't see if things get heated.

He kicks off his blankets and drags himself out of bed. He exits his room and heads to the kitchen. You're there again, looking at your laptop. He hopes you're not looking at apartments again, but it's likely.

"Can we talk?"

"You should be sleeping."

"I can't. My mind is going all over the place," he takes up the empty chair beside you. He glances at your screen and, sure enough, you were looking at apartments.

He rests his arms on the dining table, "Please, don't leave," he says in a broken, pleading tone.

You fully face him, "Jack, I love you. I really do, but...I feel bad. You were my Anna's husband. She was my best friend. The one she was supposed to grow old with. I feel guilty that she's not here, that you and her never got to have kids and grow old together. I feel bad for practically replacing her."

"You're not-"

You hold your hand out, "Let me get everything out...please."

He nods, "Okay."

You take a deep breath, "I feel guilty for being here when she couldn't be. I also feel guilty for loving you when it should be Andrew here helping me raise Evie. I feel guilty for taking up your space, your time. I-I feel like I don't deserve you. You're such a good, loving, caring man and I shouldn't be taking over your life the way that I've been these past few years.

"That's why I want to move out. But also, my therapist think it'd be good for us to live separately. We've become too dependent on each other because we lost our partners in the same accident. We need space in order for us to have a healthy relationship. And I really hope you understand that."

He gulps and nods, "I get it...but fuck, sweetheart. You and Evie are the first and last thing I think about when I wake up and go to sleep. I'm gonna be honest, it's gonna fucking suck not having you two around all the time."

You reach out and place your hand on top of his, "Again, this isn't happening any time soon. I still have to find a place."

"Have you looked at places nearby?"

You nod, "Yeah. I don't wanna be too far from you."

That brings a small smile to Jack's face, "That's something at least," he murmurs. He leans in and presses his lips to your head, "I love you so much, sweetheart." He turns his hand up and laces his fingers with you.

"I love you too," you whisper. You lean back to look at him, "We'll get through it." you cup his face with your free hand, your thumb grazing over his five o'clock shadow, "We've gotten through worse."

He chuckles and shakes his head, "Yeah...we have."

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In the upcoming months, you continued to apartment hunt. Jack would accompany you to provide input. You looked at various apartment complexes within two to five miles away from Jack's home.

You eventually found a place just three blocks away from him and much closer to the park the three of you frequented.

Leaving Jack was hard, but you knew it would be good for you two. Evie took it hard, obviously. She didn't want to leave her Uncle Jack Jack and her cries brought tears to your own eyes.

Jack held Evelyn close as he explained everything, "You'll still see me, honey. I'm not going anywhere. We'll still go to the park together and have family time. I'm not leaving you, baby. I promise," he holds her tighter and you see tears welling up in his eyes as Evelyn sobs, "I promise, Evie. I'll always be here for you and mommy."

When move in day came, Jack helped you as much as he could. When he was at work, some of the day shift nurses and doctors came to help you.

Robby grunted as he set a box down, "So...I heard you two confessed your love."

You rolled your eyes, "Yes. We did."

"You know, usually when people love each other like you do, they move in together. Not move out."

"We need the space and more independence. We did everything backwards, Robby." You explained as you begin to unbox the box he brought in.

"I know. But don't tell Abbot I told you this, but he's been really anxious about this. He doesn't know what he's going to do without you girls."

"We'll figure it out eventually. We've spent a majority of these past few years always at each other's sides and we weren't even officially together. It's going to be a big change, but we can get through it. After everything we've gone through, especially Jack, I think we'll make it out okay."

The doctor nodded, "I hope so 'cause now his bitchin' is even more sad and depressing."

You giggled and shoved his shoulder, "Get back to work, doc."

He salutes you, "Yes, ma'am!"

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Three months living in the apartment with just you and Evelyn was a rough start. Evie was constantly asking for her Uncle Jack Jack and you had to explain that you couldn't go to his house every single day.

Eventually, she got used to it being just you and her. Some nights did feel lonelier than ever. You had to fight yourself on not inviting Jack all the time. But so far, he'd been coming over once a week and you've been going to his the same as well.

It was an adjustment for sure, but you three of you eventually used to it.

Any downtime he had during his shifts, Jack would call you, wanting to hear your voice or see Evie via video chat. You thought things would be tense for a long time between you and he. But, thankfully, it was only tense for the first month and you two fell back into how things were before. You'd joke around, share about your days, but now it's coupled with some flirtatious banter.

It was weird in the beginning, hearing him flirt with you and you flirt back. But now it's second nature with you two. Your flirtatious banter would be silly or cute or downright sinful, but only when Evie wasn't around.

Jack: what're you wearing?

You snort when you read his text. You text him back:

You: aren't you supposed to be working?

Jack: was thinking about you and I'm on my lunch....so what're you wearing?

You take a selfie of you wearing one of his old Army shirts and reply to him with that.

Your phone suddenly starts ringing and you laugh, answering it, "There's no way I'm having phone sex with you while you're at work."

"Well can I come over after my shift and we can have real sex?"

You clasp your hand over your mouth to muffle your laugh. You look beside you to see Evie still passed out after you two started watching a movie.

"Won't you be exhausted?"

"I'm wound up today and sex is a great relaxer." You can hear the smirk in his tone.

"Yeah? Says who?"

"Me, I'm a doctor, remember?"

"Last time I checked, you're a doctor in medicine. Not sexology."

He hums, "Fine. You caught me...I just miss you."

You soften your voice, "I miss you too. I miss you a lot but...this time apart has been good for me."

"I know, but don't get too comfortable. Once your lease is up, you're moving back here. Got that?"

You chuckle, "Are you sure?"

"Of course, I'm sure. I want us to be whole again. It's so fucking quiet in the house now. Fuck, the other day, I had Bluey playing in the background just so it feels like you two are around still."

That tugs on your heartstrings, "Jack-"

"Shit. I gotta go. They need extra help and we're already down a doctor. I gotta go sweetheart and I'll talk to you later, okay? I love you."

"I love you too, Jack. Bye." He ends the call and you lay back in bed. You bury your face into his shirt, wishing it smelled like him again.

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It felt like deja vu. You're at the park, sitting on the picnic blanket with Dana like you had all those months ago. Jack and Evie are playing on the playground like they always are.

Dana, feeling the same sense as you goes, "Funny to be here with you guys again but now you and Jack are together. Separate, but also together."

You nod, "I know. Weird, right?"

"That was a rough patch you guys went through, but look at you now. You two have gone through a lot and keep overcoming it. Shows how strong the two of you are," Dana lifts her bottle of water as if giving you a cheers and sips from it.

You smile at the older woman, "Thanks. None of what the both of us have gone through was easy, but we did it together. Loving him is easy. I still feel sad and guilty sometimes. For Anna. For Andrew."

"They would've wanted you two to be happy," Dana says with confidence.

"I know, still doesn't mean I don't feel bad about it sometimes." You sigh, "Therapy has helped a lot though."

"That's good, honey. Really good."

"Sweetheart!" you look up and see Jack looking your way, "You want ice cream?"

"Rainbow pop please!" You glance at Dana, "You wany anything?"

"I'm good."

"Just one for me, baby!"

"Got it!" he gives you a thumbs up and guides Evie to the ice cream truck.

Dana wistfully sighs, "You guys are so fucking cute. I really am happy you two are together."

"Thanks, Dana. I am too."

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Three Years Later

Evie was at a sleepover at her friend's apartment in the same complex. So that meant you and Jack had the place to yourselves since Jack was off that day.

After a few rounds of sex, you two were just cuddling in your bed. Your head is resting on his chest, his arm wrapped around you and tracing lines along your back.

You two were laying in a blissful silence when Jack slid out of bed, "Where you going?"

"I wanna grab something from my pants," he grabs his jeans from the floor and found what he was looking for in his pocket.

He sits back in bed and presents you with a tiny box. You immediately sit up and look at him with wide eyes, "Jack..."

"Sweetheart, you already know how much I love you. There aren't really words that I can say that you haven't heard before. I love you and Evie so much. We've gone through hell and back. Our lives have been intertwined since that night. I didn't expect to fall in love with you, but I did. I didn't expect to love Evie as much as I do.

"I love the life we've built together, even though the start of it was unconventional and, frankly, extremely traumatizing-"

You snort, "What a way to propose, baby."

"Well I didn't necessarily say the words yet, did I?"

He opens the box to reveal a gorgeous ring. The cut was perfect and it was a ring you definitely see yourself wearing forever, "Y/N, will you marry me?"

"Of fucking course I will," you press your lips to his and you feel him smiling into the kiss, "I love you," you mumble against his lips.

He breaks the kiss, grinning, "I love you too," he takes the ring out of the box and slips it onto your finger.

You look at how it sits on your finger. You didn't think you'd be wearing another wedding ring again, yet here you are.

You giggle and Jack looks at you, "What's so funny?"

"I can't believe you proposed with your dick out and made a comment about our shared trauma."

He shrugs, "Well isn't our entire relationship built on unconventional and traumatic events?"

You roll your eyes and climb onto Jack's lap, "Shut up and make love to your fiancee."

He smiles wide, "No need to tell me twice."

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"DID HE DO IT?! DID HE ASK YOU TO MARRY HIM?!" Evie asks as into the apartment after her sleepover. Jack follows her inside, chuckling.

You hold up your left hand, "He did, baby!"

"YAY!" Evie wraps her arms around you and then gasps. She turns to Jack, "Can I call you dad now?!"

Jack looks at you. You two have talked about it before. You're okay with Evie calling Jack her dad. He practically is.

He softly smiles at the six year old, "Yeah, honey. You can call me dad." Evie launches herself at Jack and he catches her. He hugs her tight.

It's funny. You and Jack thought you were undeserving of each other, but turns out, you were just what the other needed this whole time.

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hi hi hello apologies if u get a whole lotta notifs from me i’M OBSESESSASSEEDDD WITH YOUR WORK UGH SO SO GOOD got me giggling spending all-nighters readig your fics😭 saw that ur requests are open and what do u think of our sweet sweet bob reynolds and a flirty + really outgoing/extroverted reader? like life of the party bc dawg i am SOOO in love with shy boys as an extrovert makes my heart SOAR ugh love you!!!!!

PLEASE NOT THE ALL-NIGHTERS!!!! I never thought I'd have that honor!! I will write this with all my power!!

You don't know how Valentina managed to get everyone to agree to this. Truly, you cannot fathom what she had to pull to get the New Marvels to attend a gala. Yet, here you are in a gown talking to public officials and important people.

It's not that you mind it, because you're glad to be socializing with people outside the team. It's nice to meet people and not have them know about your shame room or your backstory. It's even better when there's free food involved as well.

You're talking to a group of people who you can't remember the names of, but you know one of them is a journalist. You do your best to instill confidence in them about the team and to keep their hopes up.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Bob wearing a suit with his hair greased back. He looks extremely uncomfortable, and you're so glad he's been working on himself. Otherwise, this place would be a mess. However, he still has his limits and you're sure he's reaching it.

You excuse yourself and approach him. He's standing alone because as far as anyone here knows, he's not officially apart of the team.

"You doing ok, Bob?" You ask while stepping in front of him. He gives a shy smile while nodding his head awkwardly.

"Yeah, I just don't enjoy crowds." He answers. There's still a smile on his face even as he pulls at the collar of his jacket.

"Ok, well, you look like a wet cat. So, let's just fix some things," You say. You don't let him protest before you run your hand through his hair. You shake it out until it's no longer streaked back. Instead, it's parted in the middle again, just as it should be. "There we go," You hum.

"D-does it look better?" He asks with uncertainty. His cheeks are a light tint of pink that only you'd notice. It's adorable to see him like this, and you wish you had a camera. "I don't want to get anyone in trouble for looking bad."

"No one is going to get in trouble for how you look. That would be insane, and I'd honestly stomp on anyone's toes if they mentioned it." You assure him. He still looks like he's trying to hide a grimace. You quickly realize it's the coat that's causing the issue. It's tight around his body, and you know he prefers baggy clothes. "I'll take your coat," You suggest.

"What? No, you'd just be holding it the entire night." He says. You give him no room to argue and are already pulling it off his shoulders. The white shirt underneath is enough to keep his appearance. "S-stop!" He insists while trying to pull the coat back on.

"Listen, if it bothers you that much, I'll just wear it!" You huff.

"Wear it? Won't that look weird?" He asks. He aids you in pulling off the coat and lets you take it. You wrap it around your shoulders, and the warm material feels nice on your skin. He stares at you for a few seconds with his lips slightly parted. His eyes roam over you as if taking in your outfit for the first time.

"Got something to say?" You laugh. He snaps his eyes back to your face and gives a half smile. He's adorable, and you cannot stand it.

"N-no, you just look really nice," He mumbles while rubbing his nose with his sleeve nervously. He glances away from you and looks around the crowd. "Do you mind staying with me? I don't like being alone at functions." His voice is soft. His hands fidget with his sleeves, and he squints his eyes.

"Yeah, I'll stay," You agree. You move to stand next to him and get a glimpse of what he sees. As much as you like talking to people, you wish there was more to do. It's fancy, and the music playing sounds like something you'd hear on an elevator. You'd much prefer some more upbeat songs or at least a ball pit. "You look good, too." You comment.

He looks at you, and there's a twinkle in his eyes. "Uh, thanks. I didn't really know how to dress. I had borrowed it from Bucky," He admits quickly. You're surprised by that because the suit should be bigger on him, not smaller. "It's really old." He clarifies when he sees your confused expression.

"Well, next time we'll just stay home." You suggest. "Besides, I'm a little jealous other people get to see you in a suit," You tease.

He clears his throat and scratches the back of his neck. "Y-you are?" He wants confirmation that you aren't making fun of him.

"Oh yeah. I was practically drooling over you when you exited your room," You giggle. He catches on that you're flirting with him and tries his best to play along. Even while his heart is beating way faster than it should.

"Well, I'll, uh, have to take you as my date to one of these sometime," He tries to flirt back. He's certain he's not very good at it, but at least he's trying. "Unless that's not something you want to do. I could totally just wear a suit around the tower more often," He begins rambling.

You slide your hand into his and curl your fingers between his. "Or, you could just ask me out on a regular date," You suggest.

He nods and lets out a chuckle. "I could do that," He shrugs. There’s a moment of silence where you wait for him to ask. Instead, he keeps staring at you with a goofy smile. As if you just hung to stars.

“Are you going to or is this like a waiting situation?” You ask. His eyes widen and he covers her mouth with his free hand. He clearly thought that was him asking you out.

“No, no yeah! I just- I didn’t know if now was a good time or if that meant we were going to go on a date,” He scrambles over his words. “Would y-you like to go on a date… with me?” He asks.

“No, I think you took too long. You’re going to have to wait a week or two,” You tease. You can’t help the sly smile that spreads across your lips. He looks helpless at your statement and it’s almost too much to handle. “Yes, I’ll go out with you,” You confirm.

He lets out a sigh of relief and his body loses any tenseness. “I genuinely thought you were going to make me wait,” He laughs nervously. “I would have but I really wanted to do it sooner than later.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t want to wait that long either,” You nudge him playfully.

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Could I request Itachi or Sasuke with 🐕 Once I have you in my arms, I'm never letting you go, 🍁 You belong to me and only me and 🦔 Because you're all mine, I won't hand you over to anyone. If it can be only one you can choose any of the ones I chose. thank you

Grievance

Contents: Yandere!Itachi with prompts: 🐕🍁🦔

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WARNINGS: SOFT YANDERE, OBSESSIVE AND POSSESSIVE BEHAVIOR, IMPLIED KIDNAPPING.

A scroll is delivered to your doorstep. You recognize the handwriting.

"My dearest ___,

Do not alert of my presence to anyone. I know I'm a bad man, I know I don't deserve forgiveness, but in truth, I don't care too much about that. What I do care for is my wish to see you, and to fulfill a promise I made a long time ago, when I was something entirely different to the monster I am today.

Please, do not be afraid. I do not wish to hurt you or your family. I only wish to see you once more. Although, I feel obligated to warn you, once I have you in my arms, I'm never letting you go.

Sincerely yours,

Itachi"

Your eyes grow damp at those words. Itachi seems like a stranger to you in that moment. The man who killed his clan and left, disappearing in the night. You remember him, you remember how he didn't leave without saying goodbye. You remember he told you to not mind the stench of blood that plagued him in that moment, that he told you to stay quiet, and to wait, because he would be back for you.

That promise seems so distant. And even so, when you read those words, you can't help but hope he comes back soon.

The night is cold, summer heat transitioning into autumn coolness. And the moon is full, and your hopes are slowly getting crushed. Why would he come back? He hasn't been near you in years, and now all of the sudden he's interested in seeing you once more? Foolish. You're a foolish girl for believing a man like him, a criminal, a murderer, a... a sight for sore eyes.

"You came." As soon as those words leave your lips you throw yourself in his arms. You don't care if he might stab you and kill you in that moment, you can only think of his warmth and his love and his promises. He came back, he really did. He's standing there, tall and menacing, in the middle of your room.

"I'm a man of my word," He whispers, his lips pressing against yours in a firm caress. And you cling to him, afraid he might be an ilussion, that he might dissapear in any moment. His red eyes darken, going back to the dark grey you grew so familiar with. "I would never lie to you, ___." He cups your face with his hands, rougher and more calloused than you remember them, his expression serious. "But... It's time for us to leave, ___. We can't stay here for much longer."

"Eh? But you just arrived? And... leave... us?" You are confused, and he only gives you an indulgent smile in response, as enigmatic as always.

"I cannot leave you here on your own. I cannot leave you here knowning you might be promised to someone else one day. You're beautiful, the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. And to think... to think some other man could have you, I can't stand the thought," His grip on your face tightens just enough for you to feel a little scared. "You belong to me and only me."

Your expression clouds with something akin to anger, and you don't know what to say without blowing up.

"You disappeared for years, Itachi. You have done... unspeakable things," You exhale, a dark, shaky chuckle leaving your lips. "And now... after years of letters as the only confirmation that you were still alive. You... you want to take me with you? Why?"

"Because you're all mine, I won't hand you over to anyone." He's being blunt, sincere. "I would rather destroy this village before letting you be wedded to another useless man who won't be able to care for you, to protect you, to do things like I could."

"And what if I refuse?" You say, and his gaze softens, eyes glowing red once more.

"I'm afraid you don't have that choice, my love."

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[fixated-cookies]

Hey! I absolutely love your work! I want to share this little scenario I keep thinking about, cause I'm dying to know what your thoughts on it are! (May I be 🖤 anon?)

I like to think Shadow Milk has a roleplay kink, and somehow he always manages to rope Pure Vanilla into it. I imagine one of his favorite scenes would be the classic damsel in distress.

Shadow Milk naturally plays the villain, tying you up all pretty and exposed, teasing and edging you relentlessly while waiting for Pure Vanilla to find you both.

When he eventually does, Shadow Milk challenges him to a "duel." The duel is different each time, but your body is always the battlefield. Sometimes it's to see who can fill you up the most, or make you cum the most, or who can hold off from cumming the longest. Whatever the case, Pure Vanilla simply can't refuse since that would mean leaving you all pent up.

thank goodness someone thinks the same as me, shadow milk would have a roleplay kink and I KNOW IT. this man loves to perform, to act, to flesh out scenes, ahh just imagining it!!

The ribbons shimmer faintly in the low light—silver and slippery where they coil around your wrists, binding them snug above your head. Your arms ache just a little from the stretch, but it’s nothing compared to the slow, aching need between your legs.

Your thighs are slick. Breath uneven. Your chest rises and falls in shallow pulls, nipples perked from the cool air and the humiliation of it all.

Shadow Milk Cookie crouches at the edge of the bed, elbow resting on the mattress like he’s settling in for a show. He’s not even touching you right now, which somehow makes it worse. His eyes drink in every inch of you—bare, squirming, wet—and he smiles.

"Such a delicate little hostage," he murmurs, dragging a finger up the inside of your thigh without ever touching where you need him most. "Gods, you're a vision. Tied up so sweetly, flushed pink…"

His voice drops lower, more amused. "And all this for our dear, righteous hero. He really does bring out the best in you." You turn your head, cheeks hot. “You’re—crazy—”

"Mmm. Not crazy. Committed.” His fingers circle your thigh again, never quite dipping into your slick, just skirting the edge. “And you love it, don't you?" You whimper. Not yes. Not no.

He chuckles.

“He’s probably already on his way, you know.” His eyes flick lazily to the door. “Sensed your little cries echoing through the ley lines. How romantic.” You shudder when he finally leans in, breath grazing your neck, his tongue flicking out just to taste the salt of your sweat.

“He’s going to barge in like the hero he is,” he whispers, lips ghosting over your skin. “And do you know what he’ll see?” His hand slides—finally—between your legs, stroking slowly through your folds, gathering your wetness on two fingers.

“He’ll see you dripping for me. The oh, so handsome, and frankly intelligent villain! ”

You moan, involuntarily, biting down on your lip as his fingers toy with your clit. He tuts. “You poor thing. This must be so confusing for your sweet little heart.”

You buck your hips, trying to get more friction, but he pulls his hand away just as quick—licking your arousal off his fingers with a delighted sigh.

“You’d better hold out a bit longer, flower,” he says, grinning. “We haven’t even gotten to the part where he challenges me for your honor.” He stands, fixing his coat, his cock already straining in his pants as he watches you pant and writhe.

“I do hope he gets here soon, though,” he adds, voice light. “Because you’re already halfway ruined.”

And from the doorframe, soft and dangerous—

“Step away from her, Shadow Milk.”

The voice is quiet. Dangerous.

You lift your head—barely. Your vision is still hazy with tears, slick, and embarrassment. But you see him.

Pure Vanilla stands in the doorway, staff gripped tight in his hand. His robes ripple faintly with the power radiating off him, his eyes locked on yours.

Shadow Milk doesn't flinch. He only turns his head slightly, that cruel, glittering smile already spreading. “There you are, my sweet little nilly,” he says, as if greeting an old friend. “She’s been calling for you, you know. Moaning your name so prettily.”

Pure Vanilla doesn’t answer. He just steps forward, his gaze dropping to your tied wrists, your exposed, trembling body, your thighs still slick with Shadow Milk’s teasing. His jaw tenses.

“Let her go.”

Shadow Milk sighs dramatically. “You’re so dull, truly. Don’t you ever get tired of making threats without flair?”

Pure Vanilla raises his staff.

“Now now,” Shadow Milk says, wagging a finger, “no need for lightshows. I’m offering you a chance.”

Pure Vanilla stills.

“A duel,” Shadow Milk says smoothly, stepping aside to motion at you like you’re a prize on display. “The classic. Hero versus villain. You know how this works.”

“What are the terms?” Pure Vanilla asks coldly.

Shadow Milk’s grin sharpens.

“Her.”

Your breath catches.

Pure Vanilla’s eyes flick to you again. You’re panting softly, cheeks burning, arms trembling in their binds.

Shadow Milk continues, smug and slow, as he circles the bed. “Let’s say… we compete. Not with swords. Not with spells. But with this—” His hand slides over your slick, ruined cunt, and you sob as your body jumps. “Let’s see who can bring her more pleasure. Who she cries harder for. Who fills her better. Who she breaks for first.”

Silence.

Then, Pure Vanilla steps forward. His expression doesn’t change—but his fingers flex at his side.

“If I win,” he says calmly, “you will not touch her again.”

Shadow Milk laughs. “And if I win? You’ll watch.”

Another pause.

Pure Vanilla kneels beside you. His fingers touch your cheek, gentle. Reverent. He brushes a strand of hair from your forehead, and his voice—soft, steady—makes your heart break.

“I won’t lose.”

You whimper as your binds shimmer and release—not for your freedom, but so they can reposition you. Your legs are lifted and spread between the two of them, your body now the center of a quiet storm.

“Ready, princess?” Shadow Milk whispers, palming himself through his pants.

Pure Vanilla leans down, pressing a kiss to your collarbone.

“Don’t be afraid,” he murmurs. “I’ll make sure you’re safe.”

And then the duel begins.

Your legs shake where they’re spread, one ankle hooked over each of their shoulders. Your body’s been pulled down the bed, hips propped up on a pillow, wrists free but too weak to move. You’re soaked—shaking—done, but the duel hasn’t ended.

Because you haven’t said who won.

“You’re moaning louder for me,” Shadow Milk purrs, licking a long stripe up your breast before closing his lips around your nipple and sucking. “I think that’s one for me, Vanilly.”

Pure Vanilla doesn’t even look at him. His fingers pump into your cunt—two of them, deep and slow, curling just right to make your hips twitch and your thighs spasm.

“She came harder on my fingers,” he says softly, lips brushing your cheek as he kisses you between shudders. “She clenched so tight I could barely move.”

You can’t even speak—your voice is a breathy mess of broken sounds and swallowed cries. One of your hands claws uselessly at the sheets, the other tangled in Shadow Milk’s hair as his tongue swirls and teases your other nipple.

“Her chest is so sensitive now,” he hums. “Must be all that attention I’m giving her. Maybe she’s a titty girl, Vanilla.”

“Stop calling me that,” Pure Vanilla says calmly, but his voice trembles slightly.

“Vanilly,” Shadow Milk sings, grinning against your skin. “Come on~ admit defeat. My mouth and my hands were working overtime while you were still finding your rhythm.”

Pure Vanilla slides his fingers deeper, his palm grinding perfectly against your clit. Your head snaps back and you let out a sharp cry, hips jerking.

“Rhythm,” he repeats, curling his fingers again. “Which you’ve never had.”

Shadow Milk chuckles and latches back onto your nipple, sucking hard enough to leave a bruise. You sob.

“Oh? Because she seems to be enjoying herself quite a bit with my mouth on her.”

You’re writhing between them now—cock-drunk and oversensitive, your cunt leaking down onto the sheets and your chest shiny with spit and attention.

Your body rocks between the two of them—Pure Vanilla’s fingers stroking deep inside your soaked cunt, curling up to press perfectly against that sweet, aching spot, while Shadow Milk’s tongue circles your nipple again and again, lips warm and wet, pulling whimpers out of you like he’s playing an instrument.

Your thighs twitch. Your spine arches. You feel it building, again, the pressure curling tighter and tighter in your belly, your toes curling from the sheer overwhelming heat of their hands and mouths and words.

“That’s it,” Pure Vanilla breathes, voice shaking just a little. “Come for us again, sweetheart. Just one more time.”

“Mmm, scream for us,” Shadow Milk purrs, teeth grazing your chest. “And tell him it’s me you break for.”

Their voices blur as your climax crashes over you—your vision whites out, your thighs clamp around Pure Vanilla’s hand, and a sob breaks from your throat. You come hard, juices dripping down onto the sheets, your chest heaving, limbs jerking like a puppet whose strings just snapped.

They slow.

They pause.

You’re gasping—sweating—your head lolling to the side.

Shadow Milk leans in first, grinning. “Well? Who did it better, flower?”

Pure Vanilla kisses your temple, still composed but hungry. “It’s alright. Take your time. We want your honest answer.”

You try to speak.

You do.

But your mouth opens… and nothing comes out but a breathy, wrecked whine.

Your eyes roll slightly as your hand grips the sheets again, trembling.

“Oh, for—” Shadow Milk groans, pulling back with a dramatic toss of his head. “I broke her before we even finished the game.”

“I broke her,” Pure Vanilla corrects, softly but firmly.

“You wish.”

“She came on my hand.”

“She came with my mouth on her tits.”

“She couldn’t even say your name—”

“She couldn’t say anything, Vanilly!”

They both turn to you again—slumped between them, eyes glassy, chest still rising and falling like you just ran a marathon.

You try again to say something—anything.

It comes out as a garbled, breathy, “…too much…”

They look at each other.

Silence.

Then Shadow Milk smirks.

“…Rematch?”

Pure Vanilla sighs. “We’ll go slower this time.”

Your legs are lifted again before you can even protest. Shadow Milk kisses your cheek while Pure Vanilla slides his hand back between your thighs—his voice low, careful, and so, so sweet.

“We’ll take our time, my love. Until your body can speak for you.”

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I didnt mean to make it this long hahah

[delicateperspective]

https://www.tumblr.com/delicateperspective/783819826239078400/httpswwwtumblrcomdelicateperspective78376202?source=share

You know? I used to think that Harry really gained freedom over the years and that his situation has gotten better, BUT now that I have done some research and understand some things...I guess he did win some freedom in expressing himself, but that has come with a price. There are a lot of ppl within the community that accuse him of queerbaiting and believe the womaniser image. And I don't blame them, but why do you expect from someone who is the closet to be explicit in the way he feels? Harry always tries to choose his words carefully without outing himself and giving too much away.

And the saddest part of all this is that you can literally see that he really struggles with that. He struggles with the fact that he can't be completely open ("he's hoping I'm hoping someday I could be open") and I think that's why he loves performing. The atmosphere of acceptance that is created in his shows impacts him emotionally.

i usually try not to dive into this too deeply because people have strong opinions on both sides—but here’s where i stand:

yes, H has gained some freedom over the years. he’s expressing himself more boldly through fashion, lyrics, collaborators, and stage design. but that freedom isn’t total—it’s conditional. it came at a cost, and it’s still heavily managed. from the very first x-factor audition contract (which - according to former x-factor contestants - included clauses about obeying every instruction and never speaking out about the company or its people, even after the contract ended), to the syco and columbia contracts that followed, we have no idea what restrictions are still in place. but if you pay attention, you can see him walking that tightrope every time he speaks about his identity.

like in 2019, when an interviewer asked him directly about his sexuality:

“It’s not like I’m sitting on an answer, and protecting it, and holding it back. It’s not a case of: I’m not telling you cos I don’t want to tell you. It’s not: ooh this is mine and it’s not yours.”

that sounds like someone trying to avoid lying and trying not to get himself in trouble. someone who doesn’t want to fake it, but can’t actually say the truth. then just a few years later in 2022, he said this:

“I’ve been really open with it with my friends, but that’s my personal experience; it’s mine.”

the shift there is subtle but real—he’s more direct about the fact that he has an experience to protect. that’s not someone playing games. that’s someone locked in a long, complicated situation who’s doing his best to carve out space for himself without breaking the rules he’s still bound by.

so yes, it’s true that he expresses himself more freely now—but it’s also true that he often can’t say what he wants. and when he does speak through lyrics, visuals, or even a lyric change like “hoping someday i could be open” (at coachella, with his stunt girlfriend in the audience), people call it fake. but what do we expect from someone who can’t be explicit? when honesty is dangerous, subtlety becomes survival.

[jtlfloof]

whilst i would rather Hen become captain over Chimney, im not going to lie and say it can't get a lot of interesting storylines.

-chimney's arc throughout S9 could be him trying to become the best version of captain han he can be, trying to figure out new dynamics and how to discipline the 118 whilst staying their friend. it'd be very interesting to see what kind of dynamic would be brought to life with him and hen, as the last time captain han was a thing, hen wanted it to be over so quickly - it'd be interesting to see if their dynamic changes outside of work and how that pans out

-eddie would become the new paramedic, alongside hen, which would let us finally explore a hen/eddie friendship, which we got a little glimpse at in 8.17. it'd be interesting to see how their dynamic is at work, if they have full trust in each other like chimney and hen did (i am aware they both trust each other, but they haven't really been the only two paramedics before, so it'd certainly be interesting to see). plus! if they do end up having season 9 be the season eddie has a sexuality arc, it would be great to see if he relies on hen and she kind of coaches him through it, because we haven't really seen hen bestow her wisdom of queerness onto others yet and i think it'd be a great storyline, not only for eddie, but for hen.

-if ravi ends up being a main next season, which i hope to god he does, it'd be interesting to see him and buck more as a duo - which they have been setting up since eddie left for el paso - and it'd be fun to see them as a pair more, and it could create a lot of storylines for ravi specifically as buck could still rely on eddie, even though he's not his partner at work anymore, which could create a similar situation to 8.13 where hen felt invisible, where now Ravi does (ik they kinda did that but it'd be fun to see it fully fleshed out).

-it'd also be interesting to see how Athena communicates with the 118 with chimney as captain, what kind of dynamic do they have? does she rely on him on calls like she did with bobby? (obviously not in the same way, considering bobby was her husband and chimney is the furthest thing from that, but do you see my point??)

all in all, im just saying, whilst i would have loved captain wilson, im not TOO annoyed with the potential of captain han, because his inability to be captain in prior seasons could actually open up for a lot of interesting storylines for the show.

[badkitty3000]

Kiss Or Kill

Five Hargreeves x Female Reader, One-shot, 8.8k words

Summary: Five is working for the Commission and you two have a long history of competitiveness, rivalry, and pure hatred for one another. When Five finds you are working late in the office the same night that he is, he can't believe his rotten luck. But as we all know, hate is very close to lust.

Warnings: Explicit sex, hate sex, name calling, mention of past trauma (death of family)

A/N: I had a request for some hate sex. A couple years ago I wrote a story with an OC hate sex scene in it. I borrowed my own writing and converted it to this reader insert one-shot of Five and his rival agent at the Commission. So, if it sounds familiar at all, that is probably why. The outcome is much different than the original, though. Enjoy! 😽

Five was tired and hungry and in a bad mood. It was the end of the month and he was stuck working late because he had put off all of his paperwork to the last minute. Even though he had a pretty good deal worked out with the Commission and was granted a lot of leeway, submitting his case files was one thing he was still obligated to do. Each completed assignment had to be typed up in detail and submitted to the Case Review department by the end of each month. If not, then he would be subjected to a performance review in front of a committee, and that was worse than filing paperwork. 

So, there he sat, alone in a room full of rows of desks and typewriters, pecking away at the forms he was required to complete. Most of the building was empty, except for a few janitors and some other procrastinating employees. The overhead lights in the room were off and Five clacked at the typewriter by the light of one desk lamp. He didn’t need to be bothered by anyone walking by and seeing him working. 

As he slipped yet another form into the rollers and lined the paper up, he heard clicking footsteps on the tile in the hallway. It was obviously a woman in high heels and it sounded like she was on a mission, walking fast and with determination. Five kept his head down and hoped she would walk on past. Of course, he wouldn’t get that lucky.

Glancing up for just a moment, he knew immediately who it was. Just the sight of your silhouette against the hallway lights instantly enraged him. Five was in no mood to deal with your bullshit and the muscles in his jaw tightened as he looked back down, determined to ignore you.  Fucking hell…can’t I catch a break? He heard your derisive snort and then the sound of your clicking heels became louder as you approached.

“My apologies, I had no idea someone was in here. However, I believe the day care center is on the first floor?” 

Five looked up, his eyes narrowing as he took in your sneering smile. You loved to tease him about his “younger”, twenty year-old body. It really pissed him off, which of course, is why you did it. “Don’t you have some rock you need to slither back under?” he ground out.

You gave a fake laugh and rested your hand on Five’s desk, leaning your body on it. “Don’t you know it’s not nice to speak to grown-ups that way?”

Five could feel his face getting hotter and he returned his attention to his work. “What do you want?”

“Don’t flatter yourself, I’m not here for you. I needed to catch up on some reports. What are you doing here?”

Still not looking up, Five continued his typing. “The same. Obviously.”

You sighed and looked around at the spacious room filled with desks and typewriters. “Great. Well, then, you don’t mind if I sit over there?”

Five shrugged. “I mind a great deal. But you’re going to do what you want anyway.”

With a small smirk, you walked towards the back of the room and sat at a desk several rows away. Five didn’t look, but he could hear you rolling your own paper into the typewriter, your nails clicking on the keys as you typed. 

Five inhaled deeply and tried to concentrate. All he had wanted was to get all of his paperwork done and get the hell out of there and go home. Or to the bar, depending on the time. But now that you were here, in the same room, using up his precious oxygen, his internal rage was giving him writer’s block. He had stopped typing and realized he was staring at the blank line in front of him. 

NAME OF INTENDED MARK: __________________________

What was that guy’s name again? That was weeks ago and now he couldn’t remember. You coughed in the background and his fingers flexed with annoyance. 

METHOD OF ELIMINATION: ____________________________

Your chair squeaked on the floor and Five heard you mutter something under your breath before rolling in another piece of paper. He exhaled heavily through his nose, his mouth set in a straight line. What had he used again? Pistol? Rifle? Letter opener? 

PLEASE LIST ALL COLLATERAL DAMAGE: ______________________

As Five tried to remember any accidental damage he may have caused, he heard paper crumple loudly across the room and drop into the wastebasket. Then there was another cough, followed by a foot tapping on the floor.

Five slammed his hands on the keyboard in front of him and turned around, the veins in his neck straining.

“CAN YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP?!”

Your head snapped up and you glared at Five. “Excuse me?”

Five lowered his voice, but not his anger as he seethed through gritted teeth. “I said…can you…shut…the fuck up?”

Lips pursed together and drawing crookedly up your face, you tapped your foot on the floor, loudly. Then you scraped your chair legs on the tile, all while making direct eye contact with Five.

Five stood up, knocking his own chair backwards so that it fell on the floor with a bang.

“Why do you insist on making my life a living hell around here? Other than the fact that you probably get off on it?”

You leaned back and crossed your legs, your pencil skirt slipping higher up your bare thighs. Your arm draped lazily over the back of the chair as you eyed Five up and down slowly, your eyes pausing briefly just below his torso. A small smile crept onto your face as you ignored his question.  

“I have to admit, you’re looking pretty good these days, Five. Although I do miss the mustache. Maybe when your big boy hair comes in, you can grow it back.”

Five picked up his fallen chair and angrily ran his hand through his hair and down the back of his neck. 

“Hilarious. Can you just be quiet so I can work and get the fuck out of here? Do you think that’s possible?”

“Anything for you.”

Five made no response as he sat forcefully back in his chair, rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt, and adjusting the paper in the rollers again. He closed his eyes in frustration. It pissed him off that you pissed him off so much. He should just be able to ignore you. That’s what he did to everyone else. Why were you so special? 

“And that’s not what I get off on.”

Five turned toward you in his chair. “What?”

“You said I get off on making your life a living hell. It’s a definite perk, I’m not going to lie. But that’s not what I get off on.”

Five turned back around. He wasn’t falling for your bullshit. “Good for you.”

“Don’t you want to know what gets me going?”

“Not really, no.”

 “Hmm…ok. Suit yourself.” You said nothing more and Five heard your typing continue.

As he sat staring at the page in front of him, Five thought about his intense dislike for you. It had been years ago that your rivalry started, but even time could not soften your feelings for each other. In fact, the hatred just seemed to grow stronger as the years went on. 

When Five first arrived at the Commission, having been plucked out of the apocalypse, you and he were in the same training classes. Right from the beginning, the two of you were easily singled out as the best in your recruitment class. Five, at the time, was an older man, but his years of survival and his powers, along with a rumor that he had been “altered” in some way, put him head and shoulders above the other men half his age. You hadn’t been exactly a kid either, although you were still much younger than Five. You rose up along with Five to become one of the best, and most ruthless temporal assassins the Commission had.

You were only assigned one job together, and it was a disaster. By the time you were ready to go out into the field, the rivalry between the two of you had been building for months. Always competing for the number one position in everything you did, it soon became known throughout Headquarters that you were out for each other’s blood.

The job you had been sent on together would be the simplest of tasks for either of you today, but at the time you were still new. And even though neither Five nor you had wanted to admit it at the time, you were both nervous. The details of the job have faded over the years, but the ending results remain legendary throughout the company, and each new recruitment class is told a slightly different version of it.

The way Five remembers it was that you were being your usual stuck up self and demanding that you be the one to take out the target, with Five as back up. You wanted that kill logged as yours and yours alone. But Five wasn’t about to just hand something like that over to you, not when he was just as hard-headed and competitive. Not to mention, he was the better marksman. You were good, there was no doubt about that, but Five knew he was better.

Getting the lay of the land, the two of you surveyed the best spots in which to set up and wait. After several minutes of petty arguing and insults, you came to a conclusion. You would make your camp on the low-ground, hidden behind some dense shrubbery and trees. Five would take the high-ground on a small hill nearby. 

“I’ll take the shot from the hill. If something goes wrong, or I miss, neither of which will happen, then and ONLY then, will you finish it. You’re merely back-up. Got it?”

You snarled in his face. “Who the fuck do you think you are? The low-ground should always have the first shot. It only makes sense.”

Five rolled his eyes like he couldn’t believe you were that stupid. “Maybe if you don’t have me as your partner. But you do. So, I’ll take the shot.”

“Jesus, you are the most arrogant bastard I have ever met.” You glared at Five for a minute, then your expression relaxed a little. “Fine. Have it your way. Take the shot from the hill and I’ll stand by. Just don’t fuck it up.”

Five smirked. He loved winning. Especially over you. “Don’t worry. And make sure you wait. It might take a minute to line up the shot, so just give me time.”

You nodded in agreement, although your eyes were still narrowed in anger. Five didn’t care, he was in charge now. He blinked up to the hill and waited. Soon afterward, your mark came into view. It was a perfect shot. You really couldn’t have asked for a more beautiful setup. The man was in full view, alone, unarmed, and unaware of any danger.

Five raised his rifle, pausing while the target came into view in his scope. Finger on the trigger, Five took a short breath in. Then he heard the sharp crack of the gun being fired and the man inside his scope dropped heavily to the ground. Astonished, Five checked his rifle. Had he pulled the trigger and not realized it?

Then he looked down and saw you, lowering your rifle that you had just fired. In a rage, Five blinked down to you, and you turned to him with a gloating smile on your face.

“You fucking bitch!” Five was seething and he was seriously debating whether he should shoot you dead right then and there.

You laughed, right in his face, and shook your head. “God, you’re dumb, Five. You really thought I was just going to give up that shot so easily? Jesus, you really are conceited.”

“That’s not the plan we agreed on! You were supposed to wait for me. When you deviate from the plan, that’s how people end up dead. In this case, it would have been you. What if you missed?”

You smiled, mocking him. “First, I don’t miss. Second, I don’t need to wait for you or anybody else. I can handle myself.”

Five stood there, fists balled up, chest heaving with fuming breaths as he watched you calmly disassemble your rifle and pack it away. You still had the remains of that self-satisfied smirk on your face and Five wanted to smack it right off of you.

You peered up at him and frowned. “You going to get your shit together, or what? We haven’t got all day.”

Realizing you were actually right, Five disassembled his own weapon, slamming each piece into the case with unnecessary roughness. You both heard voices heading your way, as others must have heard the rifle shot. You lifted the Commission briefcase, offering it out to Five in a gesture that seemed as if you were doing him a favor by letting him leave with you.

“This is not over,” Five raged as he grabbed the handle along with you.

You looked at him, cocking your head slightly in a pitying manner. “Oh, I think it is.” And then you were gone.

“The Incident” quickly spread throughout the company. With both yours and Five’s reputations of being difficult, the other employees were not surprised. Of course it would be you two that got into it over who was going to take the shot. As if it fucking mattered! The laughing, however, was done only behind your backs. Because even if they thought you and Five were ridiculous, that didn’t mean they weren’t scared shitless of you.

Since then, you two had remained at each other’s throats. Every quarter when the stats reports came out, you would be neck and neck for the top position. More often than not it was Five, but every so often you would sneak in there and knock him out of his spot. You had thought you won the damn lottery when he broke his contract and disappeared all those years ago. For a while, you were the one and only top dog and you ruled the Commission.

When Five came back, looking a lot younger and somehow acting even cockier than before, you marched yourself right into the new director’s office, demanding to know how they could just let Five waltz back in as an agent, after everything that had happened. But it didn’t matter how much you complained, the director wasn’t budging. Five was much too valuable to lose again, and as long as he was racking up kills, he could do whatever he wanted.

As Five slowly typed away, he tried to turn his mind off and focus only on the job in front of him. He could do this, he just had to concentrate. 

“So, Five…did you see the latest quarterly report?”

That was it. He knew he was being baited, but everything about you made his blood boil. He had seen the quarterly report, and so had you, obviously. You had beaten Five out of the top spot by one lousy mark.

Five stood up again, and shoved his hands in his pockets. Then he strode over to your desk, his eyes laser focused on you. You were taken aback at first, but then quickly maintained your cool composure.

“You. Are such a...”  Five didn’t complete his sentence, having decided to bite his tongue in the end.

“What? Come on you can say it. Everyone else does. Bitch?”

Five smiled. “Actually, I was going to say cunt.”

You met his smile as you glared up at him, still seated in your chair, legs crossed over one another. You shifted and crossed them the other way; your tight, black skirt sliding up higher, revealing more bare skin. You were wearing a fitted white blouse that gaped apart at the buttons when you leaned back, giving Five a clear view of the bra underneath. Black lace. Five wasn’t sure how you managed to pull off wearing a black bra under a white shirt, but it definitely worked. He glanced away.

Five might have hated your guts, but he didn’t think you were unattractive. Far from it, actually. You liked to show off your body with tight skirts and shirts that hugged your tits. He certainly didn’t mind the view.

“I’m a cunt because I’m better than you?” you asked.

Five leaned forward. “No. You’re a cunt because you’re a cunt.” That wasn’t a very good comeback, but that was all he had at the moment.

You stood up, relatively the same height as Five with your heels on. You invaded his personal space, stopping inches from his face. He could smell the designer scent coming off your skin, and something else. Something more feral.

Five didn’t back down, just stared back, hands still in his pants pockets. Your eyes flickered down his body, over his tailored suit pants and white dress shirt, the top few buttons undone allowing you a sneak peek at his hard chest underneath. 

“I wasn’t aware Armani made suits for children. How lucky for you!”

Five pressed his lips together and huffed at the ceiling. “Wow, real original. It’s like you only have one joke. Maybe find some new material?”

“How about some small dick jokes? Maybe that will hit closer to home?” You not-so-subtly glanced down at Five’s pants.

He gave a lopsided smile and crossed his arms over his chest, leaning even closer. “Think again, honey.”

Five hadn’t realized it, but during your back and forth banter, he had encroached so close into your space that you had backed up into the desk, half sitting on top, with your hands bracing yourself behind you. You were breathing hard and the muscles in your jaw were visibly tense. Five leaned into you even more and you scooted a little farther onto the desk. The strain on your blouse from leaning back caused a button to come undone and Five could see the lacy top of your bra. Your breasts were pushed out towards him as your chest rose and fell with each angry breath.

“You’re such a miserable bitch.” Five’s voice came out softer than he meant, catching in his throat and making him swallow hard. His own breath was coming much faster now.

“Fuck you, Five.” Your voice was shaking and barely above a whisper.

He was leaning over you, with you almost on your back, your shirt barely hanging on with how tight it was across your chest. Five was standing between your legs, the only thing stopping him from being completely on top of you was the tight pencil skirt that wrapped around your legs. He rested his hands on your lap, just below the hem of your skirt. His fingers slipped just inside and his thumbs pressed into the flesh of your inner thighs.

“I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he asked, his voice low with one eyebrow raised. “To fuck me.”

For the first time since he’d known you, Five saw you flustered. You blushed and looked away before hesitantly looking him in the eyes again. It seemed to him that you had perhaps played your game a little too well and you weren’t entirely sure you wanted to give yourself over like that. 

He noticed your eyes scanning over his body again and he lightly rubbed your leg with his fingers. You closed your eyes and inhaled deeply. When you opened them again, your gaze was intense. With your lips turned up at the corners in a knowing smile, you nodded slowly as an answer to his question.

That was all the permission Five needed, and he pushed your skirt up your thighs, all the way to your waist, with you helping by pushing up an inch off the desk. Five pulled your legs apart and stepped in, closing the gap between you. He pressed the firm bulge that had formed in his pants against you, pulling you to him by your hips. You didn’t say anything, but you liked watching him work.

Five pulled your blouse open, popping all of the buttons off in one forceful movement and spreading it open, exposing your chest to him. Just as his body had been through hell and back, you wore your own scars over your torso; marking your skin with pink and white slashes. The sight of your lace bra and the barely-there matching panties had Five’s rapid heartbeat pounding in his ears.

Without a word, Five teleported to the door across the room, slamming it shut and locking it. Then he blinked back to where he was standing before.

“Things are going to get a lot louder in here. Wouldn’t want anyone to think you were in trouble.”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “Please. You think that dick of yours is that impressive that I’m just going to lose my mind?”

Not taking his eyes off your face, Five unbuckled his pants and shoved them down, revealing his full length to you. He watched as you looked down and hungrily licked your lips. Then you looked back to him, your top lip curling up in a sneer.

“I stand corrected. The question is, do you know how to use it?”

Five ripped your lace thong down and off, letting it drop on the floor. Grabbing your hips again, he pulled you into him, his cock pressing up against your warm slit. He could feel how wet you were and it was driving him crazy. Rage and hatred had mixed into pure lust and he couldn’t tell which was which anymore.

He lined himself up and pushed himself inside you in one motion, all the way to the base of his cock, thrusting so hard you were forced up against the typewriter, the hard metal digging into your back. The sensation of Five suddenly inside of you, mixed with the pain of the typewriter cutting into your skin made you suck air through your clenched teeth and your head fell back.

“Fuuuck, you’re tight,” Five growled in between more hard thrusts. “Feels like you need to have the bitch fucked right out of you.”

You let out a low groan. “I hate you so much…fuck!” 

You reached behind you and pushed the offending typewriter off the desk. It landed with a giant crash and ringing noise, followed by a tumbling cup of pencils that clattered and rolled on the floor. If there was anyone roaming the hallways outside, they definitely would have heard that. 

Five continued to pound into you, your legs spread in the air and your back flat on the desk. 

“Oh, shit, keep fucking me like that,” you hissed. “Harder, asshole. And try not to come yet.”

Five let out a raspy laugh. “Oh, sweetheart, I’m not anywhere near being finished. And I can go harder, but you have to ask nicely.”

With that, Five pulled out abruptly, letting your butt fall back onto the desk. You grunted with disappointment and sat up, frowning.

Five couldn’t help but let out a short laugh before he smashed his mouth onto yours, kissing you aggressively. He dropped a hand and ran it between your legs, your pussy still wet and waiting for him. You moaned into his mouth.

When Five felt your hand wrap around his dick as a response, he pulled away from your lips, his head falling back with a low growl in his throat. He continued to rub his hand between your legs, using his fingers to tease lightly. Your hand worked his cock up and down in a steady pace and you rubbed your thumb over the head.

The two of you locked eyes as you breathed raggedly; small moans escaping from you both, and an amused smile playing on your lips. Your eyes closed shut again.

“I don’t know how you’re doing that, but don’t stop,” you whispered, surprising Five with how soft and sincere you sounded.

Sensing he may have the upper hand at the moment, Five took his chance. He stopped his fingering until you opened your eyes again.

“Say please.” He said it as a command, not backing off his eye contact.

Despite having just been melting into his touch, your eyes narrowed again. “God, you’re a cocky bastard, you know that?”

Five ignored the comment. He knew he had you. “Say please and I’ll keep doing it.”

Your hand was still holding his cock, but you had stopped stroking it. It felt like torture to Five, but he wasn’t going to give in until you conceded. He could see the conflict written on your face, deciding how much you wanted him.

With a frustrated groan, you grabbed Five’s hand and thrust it between your legs roughly, rubbing it up and down over your folds. The action made both of you gasp loudly.

“Please Five,” you whined as a faint blush rose to your cheeks.

“Oh, holy shit that was hot,” Five groaned. He continued his fingering, as requested of him, and pushed his hips forward so that his cock moved in your fist. He let out a soft whimper. “Do more of that, too.”

Even though you were completely absorbed in Five’s work on yourself, you glanced at him and raised an eyebrow. “You like that, huh?”

You didn’t wait for an answer, just started pumping him steadily again, at the same time using your other hand to unbutton his shirt.

“You may be a fucking bitch, but you know how to work a dick.” Five was having difficulty concentrating on everything at once. Your wet pussy against his fingers, your hand wrapped around his cock, your tits heaving in front of him behind that lace bra. “Must have had a lot of practice.”

You laughed breathily and you ran your nails down Five’s bare chest. “Jealous, are we?”

Five grunted but didn’t answer, just worked harder with his hand, entering you with two fingers and watching you close your eyes with pleasure.

You started kissing and sucking at Five’s exposed neck and shoulders. He shivered with pleasure every time your lips touched his skin. Then you abruptly sank your teeth into the soft flesh just above his collarbone and bit down.

“Ow! Fuck!” he yelled. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

Your mocking laugh turned into a long moan and you closed your eyes. “What’s the…oh fuck yes…the matter? Can’t handle it?”

“I don’t think you realize who you’re dealing with here," Five hissed. 

He raised his hand and smacked your face. Not hard, just enough to startle you, your eyes wide. Your fist was still around his dick. Five panicked for a minute, thinking he went too far, or that you were going to retaliate by ripping his genitals off. But then, in one quick motion, your free hand was flying across his cheek with the same light slap he gave to you. It was difficult to believe he could be more turned on than he had been, but that slap just about pushed him over the edge.

“You’re going to pay for that,” he snarled, a wicked smile on his face.

You tried to make a snarky retort, but before you could, he pulled you roughly off the desk by your hips, scraping your ass on the edge on the way down.

“Jesus…” you exhaled, starting to complain. You weren’t given the opportunity, though, before Five had roughly spun you around, pushing you down onto the desk, your bare ass displayed in front of him.

With you bent over the desk, Five stroked your ass cheeks, listening to you whine with anticipation. He drew back and smacked your ass so hard the sound echoed around the empty room.

You cried out, but it only made you want him more.

He kicked your legs apart with his knee and held you down with his hand on your back. You whined with a mix of pleasure and mild panic. Five had you just where he wanted you. Pinned beneath him and uncertain of what he was going to do to you. He chuckled darkly at the situation.

He ran a hand down your spine. “You are going to scream my name,” he threatened. “That’s a promise.”

You let out a small, dismissive laugh that was abruptly cut off as Five slammed into you again, filling you up with his hard cock, thrusting into you as hard as he could.

“You’re such a bastard… but holy shit… that dick of yours feels amazing!” you confessed, giving Five another boost of ego fuel.

You found the edge of the desk in front of you and clutched onto it, pushing back onto Five as he continued to fuck you hard and fast.

Reaching around, Five started fingering your clit while fucking you from behind, loving the fact that you were finally giving in and moaning loudly and unrestrained. You didn’t have any sarcastic comments to sling at the moment.

As much as Five was internally gloating over his performance, pounding into your tight sleeve was starting to get to him, and he was finding himself having to concentrate more deeply on not coming. He was going to have to up his game one more time to make sure you finished before he did.

“Come on, you uptight bitch… I want to feel you come on my dick.”

Five knew that was harsh, but he was also pretty sure that you liked it. The loud groans and cries you were making were enough to confirm it. Your hips pushed back against him harder and your fingers dug into the edge of the desk as you squeezed your eyes shut. 

“Oh fuck… yes! Harder. I’m almost there.”

Five fucked into you as hard as he could, his hair falling into his eyes and a layer of sweat forming on his forehead. His jaw tightened and he grunted and growled, pumping relentlessly into you. His fingers worked furiously in time with his thrusts.

“Do you still have your microchip?” Five panted.

You knew he was referring to the microchip all of the Commission agents were required to wear. It allowed you to be tracked, but it also served as a sterilization device. The Commission didn’t need their horny agents getting knocked up and needing time off work.

“Of course I do, dickhead. We all do,” you managed to get out.

Five smirked. “Not all of us.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? Oh god… don’t stop!”

At last he felt you start to stiffen against him, your moans turning in to a loud, high pitched whine. 

“Say it now,” he demanded.

“Fuck, Fiiive!” you cried out, sounding more painful than anything.

Once he heard that, Five was satisfied and he gave himself over to the urge that had been building intensely in his abdomen. 

“Ah…shiiittt!!” He groaned and gritted his teeth as he spilled his load inside of you. As he finished his climax, he couldn’t help but laugh. He had won. There was no question this time.

Looking down at his enemy turned lover, flattened on the desk, your skirt bunched up around your waist, breathing hard and trying to collect any bit of dignity you may have had left, Five had never felt so smug in his life.

“I knew it,” he breathed. “You just needed a good, raw fucking to shut you up.”

You pushed yourself up as Five pulled out. Pulling your skirt down, you turned around and scowled at him.

“You may know what you’re doing with that shiny new cock of yours, but you are still a sniveling little shit.”

Five shrugged as he pulled up his pants. “Say what you want. I heard all I needed.”

“You’re such a fucking asshole.”

Five tossed his hair out of his face. “An asshole that made you come. Which I’m guessing is just a little better than filling out your reports.” He grinned, then he gave you a wink that made you laugh softly.

“Yeah… you’re right about that I suppose.”

As Five finished dressing himself, he ignored you as you did the same. You avoided eye contact and tried to smooth yourselves over as best as possible. Five checked his watch and realized how late it was.

“Shit. I’m not getting any work done now.”

“Me either,” you said. “Guess it’s performance review time.”

Five let out a short, snorting laugh. “Guess so.”

“Well, fuck them. I give you the highest rating, Hargreeves. Job well done.” You straightened yourself up and held out your hand to Five in a gesture of comradery.

Five accepted your handshake with a grin. “Thanks. You’re pretty damn good yourself, agent.”

You nodded at Five, back to being all business. You buttoned and straightened your blouse, tucking it tightly into your skirt. Smoothing out your hair, you grabbed the papers you were working on.

“Well, good night, dick face,” you said over your shoulder as your heels clicked on the tile in the direction of the door.

Five put his hands in his pockets, a small smile forming on his face as he looked after you. “Good night, cunt.”

Later that quarter, rumors of you and Five flew around Headquarters again. This time they were much more scandalous. One employee swore he had heard the two of you going at it late one night, having stumbled upon the locked room after they heard a typewriter falling to the floor. Another claimed to have witnessed what looked like a bite mark on Five’s neck. But the biggest piece of evidence was the fact that both Five and you were subjected to performance reviews in front of the committee. 

The fact that you both missed the deadline meant something was up. Even the committee members, who legendarily lacked any type of personalities, commented amongst themselves after the reviews.

Despite the undeniable physical attraction between you two, there were no more hook-ups. Five told himself you were just another conquest that didn’t need repeating. In truth, however, he found himself thinking back on that night more often than not. It wasn’t often that someone matched Five’s sexual intensity and gave as good as they got. He found that the memory of you beneath him with your skirt up around your waist, bent over that desk and moaning, crept into his head far more than he would have liked.

You and Five nodded curtly to each other in the hallways, barely making eye contact. If forced into the same room, you would put as much space between you as possible, each of you stealing quick glances while the other wasn’t looking. The dislike was still there, but the bite had been taken out of it. If Five was being honest, he kind of missed that tension-filled, raging hatred you had before. At least then he knew how to react. Hate was an emotion he was used to. This was… something much more complicated.

By the time the next quarterly report came out, you hadn’t spoken to each other in weeks. But when Five saw the name at the top, and it wasn’t his, he knew he was in trouble. He could just imagine the gloating he’d have to endure. He closed his eyes and sighed angrily. How had you beaten him for the second quarter in a row? 

Later that week, Five was again working late and muttering to himself about what a giant waste of time it all was. As he concentrated on his forms, clacking angrily away, he hadn’t heard anyone approaching. Out of nowhere, a piece of paper floated in front of his face, landing perfectly in front of him on the desk. The quarterly report. He didn’t even need to look up to know who was standing over him.

When he did raise his eyes, he saw your gloating smile, your head tilted to the side, one hand on your hip.

“Get the fuck out of here,” Five snarled, not at all in the mood for any of your games.

“Wow, how rude. And here I was just dropping by to have a friendly chat and pass along some inner-company reports.”

Five glowered up at you, his teeth clenched together. Then he smiled the most sarcastic smile he could muster. “What would you like to hear? Congratulations? Because if that’s all it will take to get you out of my sight, then congrat-u-fucking-lations! You win again. Just like our first mission when you couldn’t wait to fuck me over like the self-righteous bitch you are. Couldn’t even wait to let me have one little victory.”

You gave an unconvincing laugh, trying to cover the fact that you were more stunned and hurt than anything. “Such a sore loser. At least that part hasn’t changed. Even if you have… slightly… upgraded in the body department.”

Five leaned back in his chair and pushed his hair out of his eyes. “Slightly, huh? That’s not what I recall you thinking when you were getting plowed on that desk over there and moaning my name. Or did I just imagine that?”

Your cheeks flushed pink for just a second before it was gone and that syrupy smile was plastered on your face again. “I’m sure you imagine all sorts of things about me, Five.”

“Are you done? Can I get back to work, now?”

You shrugged. “I thought I’d at least give you the chance to win back some dignity again. You know, in a more physical way?” You leaned over the desk, giving Five a full view beneath your blouse. “Come on… there’s no denying we make a good team. Maybe not out in the field, but the attraction is there. We don’t have to like one another to fuck. What do you say? We can even grab a drink afterwards. My treat.”

Five raised an eyebrow. The thought was tempting. Taking out his annoyance over company paperwork and unfair statistical ratings by angrily fucking his co-worker certainly sounded better than filling out forms for the next few hours. But that would go against every instinct in his body. He didn’t form lasting connections. Especially with someone he worked with. He just wasn’t built for it.

Five forced his own fake smile. “You know I’m going to have to decline that offer.” He shook his head like it pained him to do so. “It’s just… well… you just don’t do it for me.”

You opened your mouth to respond but he cut you off with a raised hand. 

“Now I know I gave you the fuck of your life, and you’ve probably gone and fallen in love with me. But it’s just not going to work out between us. I hope you understand.”

Your eyes narrowed as you stared Five down, his own expression one of smugness and condescension. 

“Fuck you, Five," you snapped, choking a little on the words.

He chuckled. “Begging won’t work, I’m afraid.”

You continued to glare down at him, as if you were trying to decide whether to punch him in the face or scream at him. He wouldn’t have been surprised with either one, honestly. He knew he was being a prick.

Instead, a brief look of hurt crossed over your face before you squared your shoulders and flipped your hair back, your face returning to a stony expression.

“Such a fucking asshole,” you muttered. “You know, maybe if you got your head out of your ass once in a while, you would see the cold, hard truth staring you in the face. That we are the same. Our mission? That one you just can’t seem to get over? That was me doing the same thing you would have done, and you know it! I wasn’t trying to screw you over. I just wanted to be the best. Do my job, get the fuck out of there, and don’t stir up any drama. Sound familiar?”

Five said nothing, but you continued. “Then I thought, ‘Hey, since we have so much in common, maybe this guy would be open to just a little more than pure, closed-off hatred. Maybe he’d be interested in knowing me. Just a little’."  You scoffed at your idea. “What a joke.  But don’t worry, I won’t be bothering you again. You fucking blew it.” 

Then you turned and walked out, slamming the door behind you.

Five sank back in his chair and crumpled the report up, dropping it into the wastebasket. He resumed his typing, but after a few seconds, he found he couldn’t concentrate anymore. He didn’t have to be that big of a dick, did he? He didn’t have to outright humiliate you.

He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. “Shit," he murmured out loud. Maybe he should fix this. He could go after you; you were probably still in the building somewhere. He could apologize and tell you the truth. That he actually did want to hook up again. That he respected you as a field agent, even if he thought your methods were stupid. And maybe he wouldn’t mind getting to know you a little better.

But Five didn’t do any of those things. He sat and stared at the desk in front of him, trying to will his body to get up and move. In the end, though, nothing happened. He finished his reports and left. He looked around briefly for you on his way out, but he knew you were long gone. And he certainly didn’t blame you.

It was three days later when Five was passing by a group of agents loitering in the hallway, talking and laughing amongst themselves. He recognized a couple of them, but didn’t know any of their names. Normally he wouldn’t pay any attention to these random conversations, but something about this one caught his attention when he heard your name come up.

“… yeah, got written up. She’s off field duty for three months.”

“I heard six. Maybe even indefinitely.”

“Serves her right, if you ask me.”

“Wow, that’s a bit harsh.”

“What? You know it’s true. She’s always so high and mighty, walking around here like she’s the fucking queen. Acting like she’s better than everyone.”

“Maybe, but you have to admit, she’s earned it. She’s the best agent out there. And after what she already had to deal with before she came here, I don’t really blame her.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot about that. What was it? Her family died in a house fire or something?”

“I think so. Husband and two daughters. All burned up while she was at work. I mean, she was a good FBI agent from what I heard, but she went crazy after that and they had to let her go. Fucking tragic. No wonder she ended up here.”

Five had no idea about your family. He had no idea you had such pain and trauma in your past. Something he could definitely relate to. Five approached the group slowly as he took this all in. They stopped talking as he neared, glancing nervously around at one another.

“Why did she get written up?” he asked the agent that had started telling the story.

“Oh… uh, you didn’t hear?”

Five took a deep breath. “Obviously not, or I wouldn’t be asking you.”

“Right. Well, I guess she got caught drunk on the job.”

Someone else in the group piped up. “Not just drunk… wasted.  Started waving her gun around, ranting about all of her shit luck in life and how nothing was fair. Her partner said she was a total mess. Crying and screaming one second and then laughing the next. He had to wrestle her weapon away from her before something bad happened.”

“The only reason they aren’t firing her outright is because of her status here,” one of them said. “Anyone else, and they’d be out on their ass.”

“Which is total bullshit,” the first one said with disdain. “She should get kicked out of here, she’s such a cocky bitch.”

Five looked fiercely at the agent. “She is a better field agent than any of you shitheads combined. How do you think she has lasted so long here?” He scoffed at their stupid faces. “How long have you been here? A year? Two? This place will chew you up and spit you out. Only the strongest survive here, and she is one of the toughest we have. So, why don’t you show her some respect?”

The group exchanged glances, a few of them trying to hide nervous smiles, others looking down at their shoes. 

“We figured you of all people would be glad. You’re on top again.”

Five didn’t respond. There was nothing to say. He walked away, head down, fists clenched at his side. Behind him, he could hear the others start to whisper again.

“He’s just mad cause he won’t have his fuck buddy in his department anymore.”

There was a giggle.

“Dude, shut up! You do know he could snap your neck like a twig, right?” 

Five found himself walking to your office. He didn’t even if know if you’d be there. And he didn’t know what he was going to say if you were. But he had to find you.

When he arrived, the door was open. You were inside, packing up a box with some items from your desk. You looked tired. Five rapped a knuckle on the door.

“Can I come in?” he asked.

You raised your head, but when you saw who it was, you scowled. “Fuck off.”

Five tried again. “Please?”

You laughed derisively. “Why? So you can gloat?”

He shook his head. “No.”

Your face softened for a bit, but then you went back to loading picture frames and notepads into your cardboard box. “Whatever. Come in if you want. It’s not even my office anymore.”

Five stepped inside, his hands in his pockets as he approached you. “I heard what happened,” he said.

You snorted, not looking up. “Yeah, you and everyone else in the building.”

“Why…”

“Why?” you asked, snapping your head up. “I don’t know, Five… maybe because I’m a miserable bitch like everyone around here thinks I am. Maybe because I just don’t give a shit anymore. Maybe I’m just tired of… “you trailed off and looked away.

“Tired of what?”

You took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. “I don’t know… life.”

“So you were going to kill yourself?” Five asked, surprised.

You shook your head. “No, I wasn’t going to kill myself. I just wanted to forget for a while. It just got out of hand. I’ve always been a lousy drunk.”

Five was quiet for a moment. “I’m sorry.”

“Fuck,” you whispered, looking at the floor with your hands on your hips. You raised your head and gave a short laugh. “Never thought I’d hear Five Hargreeves apologizing to me for anything. But this has nothing to do with you, Five. So, you can just fuck off like I told you. Go back to being number one.”

When he didn’t say anything, you started your packing again, intentionally avoiding his eyes. Five watched as you slammed your belongings into the box and he heard the crack of glass. It looked like you were on the verge of tears, but he knew you weren’t going to let him see you cry. As you turned away from him, he caught your wrist, forcing you to turn back and look at him.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, his voice soft and sincere as he looked into your eyes.

“Tell you what?” you said with a shaky voice.

“About your family.”

You swallowed hard and your eyes filled with tears. Five waited until you composed yourself enough to answer.

“Because I didn’t think it would matter to you,” you told him.

Five frowned. He was still holding onto your wrist and he lightly rubbed his thumb over the inside of it. “Of course it matters. If I had known, I—”

“What?” you snapped. “You would have given me a pity fuck the other day?”

“No!”

“Just leave me alone, Five.” You pulled your hand away from him and wiped at your eyes. “Go away.”

“I’m not going to go away,” he said. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You scoffed. “Not in the least.”

Five nodded. “I get that.” He paused. “You were right, you know.”

“Yeah? About what?”

“About us being the same. And you were right when you said I would have done the same thing to be the best. I was just pissed you beat me, that’s all.”

You smiled a little. “Well, glad to know you’re finally realizing it. But it’s too late now. It doesn’t matter. They’re moving me downstairs to Records. I won’t be back up here for a while, if ever. So, enjoy your status. You deserve it.”

“I can come visit you downstairs. There’s no law against that,” Five said with a smirk.

Your eyebrows raised in surprise. “Why would you want to do that?”

Five shrugged. “Because you were right about something else, too. We do make a good team. Off the field, that is. And we don’t have to like one another to fuck.”

“Is that your way of trying to get in my skirt again?” you asked, folding your arms over your chest and tilting your head to the side.

“Maybe,” he said with a grin. “But maybe I also wouldn’t mind getting to know you a little more. You know… have a conversation or two, as horrible as that sounds.”

You laughed and shook your head. “Well, shit, Five. I don’t really even know what to say to that.”

Five smiled broadly and then kicked the door shut behind him and locked it. He eyed you up with a wolfish grin as he closed in on you, backing you up against your desk. “Say you want me to fuck you,” he told you matter-of-factly.

“I’m not going to say I want—” you start, but then he boxed you in with his body between your legs again and he leaned in close with his hands on either side of you, palms flat on the desk. His face was just inches from yours.

He brushed his lips down the side of your neck and you shivered. “Yes, you are,” he told you, his words vibrating over your skin.

You choked down a moan as you realized you were actually going to give in to this asshole. Because you wanted him. Maybe more than you had realized. And you really wanted to feel good right now.

“Ok, Hargreeves,” you said with a slanted smile. “I want you to fuck me.”

He grabbed your hips and pulled you roughly towards him, your skirt riding up your legs. Five tangled his hand in your hair, breathing hard through his nose and looking like he might want to kill you. Instead, he kissed you. Hard. Five slipped his tongue inside, just enough to deepen the kiss. You rested your hands on his shoulders. When he pulled back, he kept his hand on the back of your neck.

“I want you to know,” he breathed out. “This is not a pity fuck. Ok?”

Five wanted to make sure you knew his intentions and from the look on your face, you understood. You smiled at him, inching forward on the desk. Five leaned into you so you could feel how hard he already was. You bit at your bottom lip.

“This doesn’t change the fact that I don’t really like you,” you told him as you let him reach under your skirt and pull you underwear off, at the same time that you were trying to wrestle with his belt buckle.

“Oh, I still hate you,” he answered with a smirk. “Don’t worry.”

You pushed the cardboard box with all of your belongings onto the floor with a loud crash, making more room for you to lie on your back while he pushed your legs apart.

“That’s good,” you breathed out in a long sigh. “I don’t need you getting any romantic ideas or anything.”

Five dropped to his knees and you gasped when he threw your legs over his shoulders. The heat from his mouth was dangerously close to your pussy as he ran his lips along your inner thigh.

“If you keep talking like that, you’re going to get another slap across the face. Now shut the fuck up so I can eat you out.”

You let out a frustrated growling noise that quickly turned into a whimper when you felt his tongue drag across your wet slit. “God, you are such an asshole,” you hissed out, gripping the sides of the desk as your back arched.

“Maybe…” he answered in between hungry licks. “And you’re still a bitch.” His tongue plunged inside of you and you both let out long moans. He removed his mouth for just a second to add, “A delicious delicious bitch.”

Five continued eating you out and you shut up like he told you. Soon, he had you writhing against his face, your legs shaking on his shoulders. After, when you were panting and attempting to get a hold of yourself, he finished by sucking a large red welt onto the inside of one of your thighs. It hurt and you jolted with a small cry.

“What the fuck, Five?” you scolded as you sat up and he let go of your legs.

Five stood, wiping at his mouth with a smirk. “Pay back for the nice little bite mark you gave me before. At least with this one, no one else will see.”

You raised one eyebrow. “What makes you think no one else is going to see?”

Five laughed, but it was a low, menacing laugh that had you leaning back as he stepped forward. You swallowed hard as he got in your space again. He maintained eye contact with you as he unzipped his fly and took out his hard cock. He grabbed you by the back of your head, his hand fisting your hair tightly.

“Because I’m about to fuck you so good you’re not going to remember anyone’s name but mine.”

“Shit,” you breathed out as another rush of moisture formed between your legs.

In an instant, you were being slammed against one of the walls of the office as Five blinked you there without warning. You grabbed onto his shoulders as he lifted you up, holding you under your thighs. With you pressed against the wall, he used one hand to help position himself at your entrance. Five couldn’t stand another second of not having your warm, tight walls sheathed around his dick. He didn’t wait for your consent, or ask what you wanted. He slammed his entire length into you with one powerful thrust.

There was no need for anymore words as he fucked into you hard and fast, both of you moaning loudly. Five’s jaw was set in concentration as he rested his forehead against yours.

“God, I really love fucking you,” he told you breathlessly, right before his mouth was on yours.

He kissed you hard and sloppily while he drilled into you over and over again. It was rough and intense, but you loved every second of it. When he made you come again, you cried out his name just like you knew he wanted from you, and he smiled as he gave one last thrust of his hips, stilling against you. He came inside you, filling you up with his warm cum and letting out a long, shaky groan as his eyes closed and his lips parted.

Five let you down gently, making sure you were able to support yourself on trembling legs as you leaned heavily against the wall. He braced himself with a hand on the wall over your head, still out of breath. When your eyes met, you both chuckled.

After a few seconds, you pulled your skirt down and he pulled up his pants. As he tucked in his shirt and did up his fly and belt again, you walked back over to the desk to retrieve your panties. Five followed you, waiting until you had them back on. You faced him, noticing some hair out of place and you reached out to fix it. To your surprise, he didn’t flinch at your touch or make some rude comment.

“So…" you said, suddenly feeling very awkward. “Now what?”

“Honestly?” Five said. “I have no clue.”

You both laughed and then after a moment you turned around to pick up the box of your stuff that you had pushed onto the floor.

“Well, I guess I’ll see around?” you told him with a shrug.

“Yeah,” he answered. “Unless…”

“Unless what?”

“Well, I seem to remember you offering to buy me a drink? Is that still on the table?”

You chewed on the inside of your cheek as you thought about it. Then you smiled and set the box on the desk. “Yeah, sure, why not.”

“Great. I’ll be ordering the most expensive whiskey on the menu.”

You laughed and shook your head as he motioned for you to go ahead of you. He held the door open for you.

“Of course you will,” you said with a smile. “Because you’re a massive asshole.”

Five just grinned and walked out behind you, his hand placed protectively on the small of your back. “Maybe. But I'm beginning to think you like it."

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[maidragoste]

A part 2 to Worry? Maybe one where the reader and Frank take the boys on beach vacation after he is clean and sober form rehab and became an attending in the ED. The reader could also tell Frank she is pregnant with a baby girl…

Hi Anon, thank you so much for your request!. I'm so happy that someone is interested in Frank and this reader. I hope you like it, even if it's shorter than the first part.

As I always say, please don't hesitate to like, comment, and reblog. The interactions always motivate me to keep writing 🥰🥰💖💖

If you have any ideas, questions or headcanons you want to share, my inbox is always open 🤗💖

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.

I hope you have a good reading!

You were sitting under the umbrella, watching with a smile as Frank played with the boys, pretending to be a sea monster while they splashed water at him, trying to scare him away. Minutes earlier, you were also playing with them until you started feeling dizzy while picking up Luke, your youngest son, so you decided to take a break.

Your eyes met your husband's blue ones. You knew he was worried about you, so much so that he almost canceled the beach trip, but you insisted that you were feeling fine because you didn't want to miss this day. You had planned it after Frank had completed another month clean, besides the kids were too excited and you didn't want to miss the opportunity to go to the beach, with Frank's job who knows when you'd have time to do it again? So this morning, you did your best to calm your nausea and tiredness. Carrying baby number three is really tiring you out. You still haven't told your husband about your pregnancy so he thinks you're just going to contrast the same thing Tanner had a week ago when he got infected by one of his schoolmates.

Frank must have seen something on your face because it's not even a minute before he calls the boys seriously and speaks to them briefly. You assume he's telling them not to get too carried away and to stay where you two can see them, before starting to trot over to you. He sits down next to you.

"Are you okay?" he asks, hugging you. You can't help but smile when his hand rests on your belly. Maybe he subconsciously knows? Or does he know but is waiting for you to tell him yourself?

"I'm fine," you assure him, placing a kiss on his shoulder.

“Are you sure? Your face is lacking color, and you're still tired,” your husband insists, worried. “We can go back to the beach another time. Your health is more important to me. We can stop by the hospital for a quick checkup.”

You decided to nip your husband's concern in the bud. You didn't want him to start running through the worst-case scenarios. Today was supposed to be a fun, relaxing day.

“Frank,” you placed your hand over the one he had on your belly. “It's nothing serious, baby three is just making me tired.”

Your husband's eyes widened in surprise, and a moment later, a big smile appeared on his face before he launched into your kiss. You could feel in his kiss all the infinite love he had for you and the family you were forming. You felt happy.

"Fuck, I love you," Frank said, breaking away from your lips and resting his forehead against yours. "I love you. I'm so lucky to have you and the boys, and now you're going to make me a father again. Thank you for giving me everything. Thank you for choosing me." As he continued, both his eyes and yours glazed over with emotion.

"I'll always choose you," you gave him a quick kiss. "I love you."

"I love you more," he declared, caressing your belly. "I hope it's a girl this time," he admitted, imagining a mini you following him everywhere.

“I can already see you having tea parties with her,” you smiled at the image of a little girl with your husband’s blue eyes asking for a tea party.

“I can’t wait,” he kissed your forehead, and hearing the children’s laughter, his eyes returned to the sea. “Do you think they’ll accept the idea of ​​being older siblings?”

“Let’s hope so.”

[luv-again]

Can you describe Shadamy through the seasons since summer is coming soon? What activities are they engaging in? Do they like certain seasons more than the other? I’d love to hear your thoughts.

*hands on glass* for all you lovely people going into summer, i hope you enjoy the warm weather and long days. i do not feel such joy as i'm already being dragged into the perpetual winter hell we get over my way </3 however, shadamy usurps my grief always

shadamy through the seasons

(under the impression they're in some kind of already established relationship)

summer

what's summer without a trip to the beach ? well, that's what amy thinks, anyway. she loves to take shadow on beach trips, despite his initial reluctance. they like to sunbathe, though shadow can't enjoy it for very long before he starts roasting. they likely spend a lot of time playing in the cooler water. amy teaches shadow how to build a sandcastle, which may be a slow process because shadow spends most of it asking questions surround the 'point' of this activity. by the end, they both find pride and joy in what they built together

shadamy summer roadie !! amy's excitement and love for the world plus shadow wanting to discover the world both maria and amy cherish so much ? the best solution is a road trip. they take one of their vehicles, load it up and drive wherever their hearts desire. shadow doesn't typically like summer (the heat makes him particularly irritable), but this ? this he can get behind. in turn, this makes amy even more ecstatic, knowing he's having a good time

autumn/fall

the moderate climate is perfect for strolls ! maybe they take walks in the park, or various public walkways to take in the sights. maybe they go hunting for interesting leaves or take up attempting to paint the autumnal landscape

(i'm grasping at straws, genuinely what do people do in autumn lmao)

winter

ice skating. shadow has the aptitude for it after all ! whether amy has the skill for it is unknown. she may be playing dumb to get him to hold her, as the hopeless romantic she is, or genuinely she does have a bit of trouble keeping her balance (indicators from the olympic games notwithstanding). either way, she's got him to gently guide her around the rink/lake

in any other case, though, assuming it's too cold to do anything, they'd probably be shut in, bundled up in blankets, watching their favourite types of trash on tv (i can see them being invested in reality tv, ironically and unironically)

spring

spring cleaning, of course ! i feel like amy is guilty of keeping too many loose, useless trinkets and sometimes refuses to admit that she has no love for certain things anymore. so shadow, who never really had much sentiment for material items, helps her along. shadow bargains that if amy can give him a convincing enough argument as to why they should keep the item, he won't get rid of it. they probably make a game of it ! and since i headcanon amy to be an atrocious liar, she has extremely obvious tells that indicate to shadow just to discard the item she's trying to vouch for (and she still tries to battle him, in the glaring loss because she's just that competitive). thereon, either they hold some type of yard/garage sale or donate some of their unwanted things to charity. springtime is definitely a time i can see both of them enjoying. i can also see amy tugging shadow along to a rural market day, because she'd probably do that, too hehe

thank you again for the asks !! i looove to chit-chat heh <3

[the-vroom-f1]

I really think the Williams team hasn't realized how much of their treatment towards Logan has lost them a lot of good will among fans. Like take his lap of legends, so much work went in to that, (from Logan, Williams Alumni, and the team behind it), was such a big opportunity, and really could have had generated some much needed good pr for the team and Logan, especially with the team and their treatment of Logan. Yet they allowed it to be overshadowed by the Alex announcement, like really you couldn't have waited at least a few days?

The moment Logan leaves I can see a lot of fans, just not interacting with Williams content anymore. As much as we talk about Alex and James Vowles being the ones who are restructuring/rebuilding Williams you can't forget Logan has also been a major face of that movement. All of their new era content, like their podcasts and interviews, Logan has played a major part in and I think a lot of fans will have a bad taste in their mouth watching once he leaves on such bad terms. Because realistically Logan has the perfect personality for that type of content and it will be nearly impossible to replace him there, its why he and Alex work together so well, they can match the energy and tangents.

Then you have to take into account of them Americans and drive to survive people. They get a lot of hate for either liking the sport at all or how they get into it. Logan is their driver, if you look at social media beyond Instagram comments you will find so much support for him. It is one thing to drop Logan as a driver because he's under-preforming (though I have thoughts about That to) but to go from saying you are going to do everything to help logan to publicly flirting with new drivers? Thats just rude. And now Williams are shutting themselves off from these markets/fan bases. I'm sorry but realistically Logan is leaving F1 and Americans will no longer have a home driver to root for and they will blame Williams for that so people will not stick around.

TLDR; Williams by being dicks have shot themselves in the foot next year publicity wise

[hotasfahrenheit]

i was excited when i saw Mike and Jeff (and Ten and Jackson) were going to be on Chuang Asia together but i did not EVER expect multiple shows and projects from them and i'm SO stoked.

i know not everyone in the BL fandom spheres know who Mike is yet but he was in one of my fave dumb Chinese dramas (My Little Princess, and listen it does a really great job of inverting a bunch of popular romance tropes and it's great and funny and cute actually) and i love himmmmmmmm

he's also in one of PP Krit's mvs and it's real pretty so go watch that if you haven't seen it!

Mike was primarily acting in China before the pandemic and until a couple years ago, but he has a young son and the rest of his family is in Thailand from what i know, and it seems like he's shifting into working in Thailand instead of working internationally. and we don't have any actual -confirmation- if either of these shows are going to be BLs or QLs or anything that i know of (tho Happy Ending seems the most likely because of Jeff's and Barcode's characters) but i'll take whatever he's ready to work on because he's great.

i'm so ready for the beautiful things that this beautiful friendship is already turning out like we are all just going to be BLESSED. i hope Mike and Jeff work well together and have a great time and everything they touch turns to gold (and that Jeff talks Mike out of making any more bad mvs) and we get two besties making shows together for a long time. i hope they get to work with all their friends whenever they want and keep pulling in ridiculous collections of actors and talented people to work with them because WHAT THE HECK EVEN ARE THE CASTS FOR THEIR SHOWS like it's actually insane?

i'm also super here for Jeff having been like “i'm out of BOC to focus on singing” and after doing a bunch of successful music stuff, concerts, dropping an album, now he's doing a bunch of acting on his own like yes, get it king, follow your heart and make your own shows since BOC didn't appreciate your talent or give you enough work to do! make all the shows you want, play whatever kinds of characters you want! we're all here for it.

anyway i'm ready for all of it. let's go.

[bbbrianjones]

um guys........ i think u need to understand i'm going fucking insane over this picture

[camellcat]

the way I would wither up and die like a flower given too much of something good if I saw a good omens thiam fic written like Paper Moon by Skaboom. it's insane to me that it hasn't been done yet. like not even a one-shot or smth??

UGH. I would lit-er-al-ly die.

[tonycries]

Can't Touch Me (Like Gojo) - G.S.

Synopsis. In which intentionally making your fríend-with-benefíts jealous ends up with more benefits than you’d think.

Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, FWḂ! Gojo, slight Sukuna x reader, rough VERY jealous séx, Satoru goes feraI omg, unprotected, FWḂ-to-lovers, thígh riding, fíngering, creampíe, overstím, spítting, implied thréesome, he’s a bit mean and possessive, swearing.

Word count. 4.8k

A/N. Heheh, hoping y’all have a lovely week coming up <3

“-n’ there’s this really great café downtown with those cupcakes you like-”

“Toru.”

“-I’ll get ya some for that kick you need after a lecture with Yaga. Speaking of Yaga-”

“Toru-”

“-he’s the one in need of a kick. I swear, that man gave me a B on my presentation just because I caught him in the middle of his interpretive dance routine-”

“Satoru!”

At this, Satoru pauses in the middle of buckling up his jeans to throw a grave nod your way. “I know, right?” Promptly sauntering over to pick up his t-shirt from where it had been thrown onto your bedroom floor, “It gave me nightmares for a few days, too. Which is why we should go to that café tomorrow and then…”

You roll your eyes - partially out of frustration, partially out of necessity to rip your stare away from those sculpted shoulders on display. Decorated in angry, red scratches running down, down, down. Somehow, you manage to grit out, “Satoru I have a uh- date.”

And ah, was it a sight to behold - because, perhaps for the first time in the twenty-something years that Gojo Satoru has wreaked havoc on this planet, he’s stunned into silence. 

Still very groggy from sleep, still very sinfully shirtless standing at the foot of your bed. His kiss-bitten lips fall slack as you plow on, “And it’s just- I can’t make it tomorrow night because he invited me to his party.” 

Party? This was the first time you canceled one of your…appointments with your friend-with-benefits - and it was for some party? Satoru could do parties, too - much better ones than this loser, he’s sure. Ones that would actually warrant you bailing on him.

Shaking away the strange thoughts ringing in his mind, he spits, “Who?” Just about all he could get out now. 

Whoever he was - it was true about the parties. Why would you want to waste any time going to something like that when Satoru was the one known for them on campus. Him and Suku-

“It’s Sukuna.”

“Oh.”

---

It was stupid - it was ridiculous. And you don’t know why Sukuna ever agreed to this scheme, but here you were, glued to his side like his favorite lil’ plaything for the night. 

“What?” you shout for the nth time tonight, scooting closer on the couch. And you see his lips move, yet, to your frustration - despite being seated so flush against you - no sound comes out of them. 

Whatever they say about Sukuna and Satoru’s parties were true - and then some. Because right now, it was so loud you could barely hear yourself think, let alone whatever Sukuna was talking about. Heaving out a sigh, you get ready to give up and suggest joining the thrumming dance floor - before, a large, soft hand glides down to your waist. 

Fingers digging into the plush of your hips as Sukuna yanks you easily to plop down onto his waiting lap. Thighs strong and steady underneath yours, meeting your surprised gaze with his smug one, “This better?”

His hot breath fans the shell of your ear, sending traitorous shivers running along your spine - all the way down to where Sukuna was resting hand right above where your tight dress was hiking up. 

Involuntarily, you find yourself nodding along, “Y-yeah. Much better.”

“Good.”

Fuck, you could feel each and every rumble of his broad chest against yours as he continues the conversation like nothing happened. The faint tap! tap! tap! of Sukuna’s fingers drumming on your squirming hips to the beat of the pounding music. 

And it’s really hard to forget where you are, yet it hits you like a semi-truck - five of them, in fact - when his dark eyes widen at something over your shoulders. The steady beat of his fingers halting abruptly, “Oh?”

You knew what that look meant - knew who it meant. Because, really, there was only ever one person that could command as much attention in such a hazy, packed campus party.

Dipping your head, you hastily ask, “Is he looking over at us?”

To which Sukuna finally tears his gaze away, amusement and something else so dark swirling behind his gaze when he grabs the back of your throat. Whispering against the skin, “More than looking, pretty. Satoru’s planning my funeral and dancing on my grave already.” Moving up, voice dropping to a low, low whisper, “All according to plan, of course. N’ I think…” You jolt as he bites down on your earlobe, hard. “-that we should give him a lil’ show, hm?”

You bite back a soft moan, palms smoothing over Sukuna’s pecs to steady yourself. “And just what did you have in mind?”

“A little bit of this.” he grins, eyes flickering over behind you. “A little bit of that. And some of-” Sukuna chuckles at the way you’re so responsive underneath his touch, bucking when he gives your ass a tight squeeze. Tracing right up, up, up the middle of your spine, “-this.” Lips just inches away from yours now, close. “And you get him as a new boyfriend, and I get killed for taking what I can’t have.”

You feel something soft - fleeting. 

And then immediately Sukuna’s pulling away, those lips that were just barely one yours curling up into such a sly smirk, “Yo, Satoru.”

You stiffen at the name - and the burning hole being stared into your back right now - whipping your head around to be met face-to-face with a towering Satoru. Brows furrowed, biceps rippling when he crosses his arms, lips drawn tight as he hisses through his teeth, “Seems the two of you are having a lot of fun.”

Oh, were you thankful for Sukuna’s sharp mouth right about now. Because while you’re still sitting there with your mouth stupidly agape, he muses, “Mhm, a lot of fun.” Thumbing your face back towards him, “Isn’t that right, pretty?”

Fuck, those were fighting words, ones that had Satoru looming closer - practically sandwiching you between the two men.

“I’m sure she can speak for herself.” he snaps back, slender fingers circling your wrist. “Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

“I dunno, Toru.” And, well, maybe you were an idiot. Maybe you were a mastermind, because you only bat your lashes up at Satoru so deceivingly innocently. “Kuna here-” relishing in the way he flinches at the nickname, “-was jus’ telling me how great of a boyfriend he’d be. Right?”

The other man nods, “Since this pretty lil’ thing is single, thought I might as well take a shot.”

“Please.” Satoru was pulling you closer against him now, irritated huffs prickling waves of goosebumps across your skin. Words venomous, “Some boyfriend he’d be. I’m sure he’d do nothing other than give you weak dick and bore you to death.”

Sukuna scoffs, “Right, because yours is so much better?”

“You really think you have what it takes to satisfy this lil’ minx?”

Both men were gritting their teeth, trapping you between them. People were starting to stare now - some even pulling their phones out to start recording in case of a fight. And before the argument could escalate until that point, you catch Sukuna’s eye. Cutting off whatever next retort was on the tip of his tongue with a short, subtle shake of your head. 

“Well then…” he instead purrs, grinning as if he was in on some inside joke between the two of you - on purpose, of course, just to watch Satoru’s eyes grow harder. “Guess if I’m ‘boring her to death’ then you-” Sukuna gives you a little push, nudging you towards Satoru’s chest. “-can teach her all about fun.”

Before you can react, two strong arms are looping your waist, helping you stand up - and pulling you clean off of Sukuna’s lap. 

You’re hit with Satoru’s expensive, heady cologne - and his chest against your back, rock-hard, chest thumping wildly. You blink up at that uncharacteristically clenched jaw, “Toru?”

Now, you’ve seen him moody, you’ve seen him irritated - but never to this extent. Positively fuming, teeth grit, jolting at the mere sound of your voice as if his whole body was hit with a wave of electricity. Like some hidden, primal part of himself was being poked so dangerously awake when you softly intertwine your fingers with his. All gentle against his almost bruising hold, you question, “Are you alri-”

You don’t get to finish the question, because all it takes is another slow, leering grin flashed at you from Sukuna before Satoru mutters, gravelly. “Excuse us, then. I must have a talk with my woman.”

Starting to walk in long, fast strides upstairs - with you all stumbling and trying to keep up behind him. 

Urgent. Dangerous.

“Extra room’s unlocked, you two!” you hear Sukuna call out after the both of you. And the last sight you see of him is when he mouths a silent “You’re welcome.”. One hand flashing you a thumbs up, the other adjusting the crotch of his pants. “Have fun.”

Satoru only clicks his tongue, moving very purposefully towards where Sukuna’s bedroom was instead.

“Woah- Toru, slow down.” you yelp, out of breath at his ruthless pace. But of course, since this is Satoru, he won’t have it any way other than stopping immediately in his tracks. Turning briefly around to you - only to wrap two arms around your waist, throwing you so easily over his shoulder like some ragdoll. Large palms tugging down the hem of your ass as he continues walking. “Y-you’re so-”

So what? Mean? Jealous? Playing right into your hands?

You don’t even know - nor do you really care, because Satoru finally reaches his destination.

“Fuck- here.” he spits.

Slam!

The door is flung open so hard it almost rattles off its hinges - and you aren’t faring any better. Because no sooner has Satoru stepped inside, he’s throwing you onto the king-sized bed in the middle of the room. 

The mattress dips as he slowly makes his way up to you, your legs quiver at how much he just looked like a man starved - eyes half-lidded and crazed, hair ruffled. Having finally found a full meal in years. Darkly eyeing down the way you’re splayed out like such a slut on the mattress, dress hiking up with each bounce at the sheer force of his throw. 

“So-” Satoru’s fingers reach out to lazily unbuckle the straps of your heels. Lingering much more than necessary. “-got anything to say?”

You bite your lower lip, holding back a delighted grin while his hands dance up your thigh to fiddle with that garter you knew he’d love. Slow. Agonizingly slow. Cocking your head in faux-confusion, “Hmm, like what?”

“Oh I dunno.” Satoru muses, saccharine sweet. And oh you could tell by his tone that he didn’t like that - didn’t want to like it. Running his fingers feather-light all the way down your legs to fling that useless garter onto the floor. “How about a ‘oh I’m so sorry, Toru, for bailing on you and acting like such a slut with the biggest asshole on campus jus’ to rile you up.’” 

You bristle at his mockingly high tone, oh yeah, your plan worked - hell, maybe too well. 

Teeth clenched, you hiss, “Well what are you gonna do about it, Toru?” Jutting your chin in defiance, “You’re not even my boyfriend. Maybe he jus’ fucks me better than you.”

“Say that again.”

Fuck, it takes you a second to even recognise his voice as your familiar friend-with-benefits. So jagged and raw. 

And yet, you’re still running your mouth - so close to his. Too close. “Maybe he jus’ fucks me be-”

Now, usually you were the one that’d shut up Satoru mid-sentence - this time, however, he’s the one crashing his lips against yours. Swallowing the rest of that sentence in such a messy clash of teeth, and spit, and desperation. 

Pulling ever-so-slightly on your glossy lower lip with his teeth, “Say it again, sweetheart.”

Oh, you knew you shouldn’t. Not one bit. But you do it anyway, letting out a muffled, “He f-”

And again. And again and again and-

Each and every time Satoru’s kissing away your mean little words, a large hang coming up around your throat to thumb apart your lips further. “Open.” he hisses against your mouth, so angry. 

It’s as if on autopilot when you do, bruised lips sagging open. Leaving the perfect lil’ opening for Satoru to spit onto your lolling tongue, once. Twice. Thrice. Until your bleary eyes are snapping open, whining against Satoru’s iron-hold fist when you pathetically try to pull away in embarrassment.

Because shit, let it be known that Gojo Satoru has perfect aim - except for when it comes to you. Letting the steady strip of spit splatter against the side of your mouth, gliding his thumb to smear it all over your lips.

“How cute.” Satoru coos, eyes hooded. He gives your pouty mouth a final, chaste peck, sucking softly on your bottom lip. Chuckling, “Makin’ me almost forget you were locking lips with some other bitch earlier.”

And Satoru has the audacity to laugh - laugh - hoarse, and humorless at the way your jaw drops open in disbelief. Humming into your throat, “Yer right, though, m’not your boyfriend.” He leaves little bite marks down your racing pulse, your collarbone, your tits spilling out of your sinful dress. Eyes just devouring you through his long lashes, “But that doesn’t make you any less mine.”

Sitting back on the mattress, all it takes him is a simple tug on your hips to seat you so prettily on his lap. Your legs trembling around his thick thighs, gasping at the feeling of something so rock-hard right under your clothed pussy. 

“Since ya like riding thighs so much, sweetheart-” Bunching your dress up at your hips, gripping your waist - tight. “-let’s see how you like mine.”

“What- oh ngh- fuck-” you’re gasping when he just starts dragging your sloppy hips down his thigh. Long, harsh movements that don’t even ease you into it. 

“Shit.” Satoru groans at the feeling of your cunt drooling, seeping into his skin already. He’s angling his head to spy on the heavenly view - hooking a finger around your drenched panties. “This damn thing is-” Pulling - tearing. “-in the way.”

You’re gasping when Satoru pulls back to look at you with a content grin, dangling the flimsy fabric around his finger like a badge of honor. “You’re- ngh- buying me a new one.”

“Oh, anything for you.” he’s grazing his teeth along your earlobe, fingers finding their way back on your hips to grind them on his thigh, back and forth. Up and down up and down up and- “Or is that what you wanted me to say?”

And shit Satoru is so mean with the way he gives your ass a sharp smack! Pulling your whiny face closer, grinning sternly against your lips. “Why don’t you ask that new boytoy of yours to buy you some, huh?” 

“B-but-”

“B-b-but-” he mocks, bouncing his knees up and down to get you to slide your cunt down his long thighs faster. Puffy folds spreading so shamefully open - so shamefully good. “You were so happy being such a slut for him before, right?” Just goading on your poor self to huff and puff in a way that made his cock twitch wildly. “So why are you here? With me?”

You’re stubbornly keeping your lips sealed shut to keep yourself from crying out - and oh, Satoru didn’t like that. Almost as much as he didn’t like seeing you giving those beautiful heart-eyes at some other bastard.

“Oh? Playing shy now?” Smack! “What happened to the slut from earlier, huh?” Bouncing his knee faster. The pads of his long fingers sting into your skin, sure to leave bruises for him to admire later - and for some people to take note of. Pulling - drawing your cunt to hump him like a bitch in heat. “Tha’s alright, pretty. I get it.” 

And Satoru - mean, mean Satoru - waits until your features soften in relief, almost letting out a sigh - before dipping a hand down to brush a thumb at your pretty clit. Hard. “Guess I’ll jus’ have to bring her out.”

“Oh- fuck fuck fuck-” you mewl, nails digging into Satoru’s shoulders when he starts to draw frenzied, methodical little circles on your throbbing clit. “S’too- good- oh my god-”

“‘Toru’ works jus’ fine, sweetheart.” 

But oh for how confident Satoru was talking you into insanity, he can’t help but gape in wonder down below him, awe-struck with how sloppy you were. He could see you sweet sweet juices trailing down his palm, that glossy sheen on his thigh. “You’re so dripping wet, pretty. Who’re you this wet for? Me or-” Satoru’s free hand comes up to squish your cheeks together into an embarrassing pout, turning your head to the adjacent wall, where Sukuna had a framed photograph of himself - because of course he did. “-him?”

Fuck, Satoru can’t even be mad at the way he feels your cunt clench in surprise - because the feeling is so heavenly. His pretty girl, getting off on just his thigh.

Hips stuttering as you move faster - sloppier. So, so filthily all the way from around his knee just till where you could feel the curve of his massive erection. 

He doesn’t even have to move your hips for you anymore - you’re moving as if on instinct at this point. And it makes him smirk, “Heh, such a slutty lil’ thing aren’t ya? Gettin’ off on my thigh?” Feeling you push your hips down hard - so hard. Pelvis desperately trying to hit all your sweet spots, “N’ who’s thigh are you riding right now?”

It’s all you can do to manage out a whimpering “Y-you.”

But, of course, that wasn’t enough. And Satoru’s only quirking his fingers just enough on your clit to make you cry out loud. “Yeah tha’s more like it. Louder now - who’s thigh are you riding right now?”

“You-”

“N’ who got you this fucking wet?”

You cry out when Satoru angles his leg up ever-so-slightly to watch gravity slide you faster down his thigh. Clit catching so fucking obscenely along the fabric of his pants. Ruthless.

“F-fuck you, Toru!”

“Mhmmm, thought so.” His hot tongue darts out to catch those big, fat tears rolling down your cheeks at the unforgiving stimulation. Muscled thighs burning lightly now - faster -  fingers so erratic. Only getting even more so. “Cuz you’re mine aren’t ya?”

You cum so hard - violent, even - that you don’t realize when you are. Just that you’re letting out a broken sob of Satoru’s name while he toys so relentlessly with your clit through your high.

Flashes of white in your vision, your heartbeat in your ears. So good that you’re almost tearing apart his button-up to shreds, hips jerky and sensitive as you your sloppy cunt gushes all over Satoru’s thigh. And, fuck, you’ve never felt so much like such a slut than when you look down to catch the glossy coating all over it. 

One that Satoru swipes thumb at - pooling the syrupy slick on his fingerpad before bringing up to his pretty pink lips and-

Pop! 

“Mmm.” He groans, muffled. “Fuck, you’re so sweet - could taste you forever.” Eyes rolling to the back of his head at your addictive taste, “Almost makes me forget that you didn’t answer my last question.”

And you don’t know what you’re reeling more from - the way that Satoru throws you around so easily, pushing you back until you’re splayed out against the plush mattress, shaky legs on his shoulders, arms around his neck. Or from the realization that shit, you’d been too busy losing your absolute sanity to answer his question. 

“I- I didn’t hear.” you make up an excuse, heels digging into the muscles of Satoru’s shoulders now. “I’m yours, Tor-”

“Now now, don’t try that with me, sweetheart.” Satoru cuts off your flurry of apologies, kissing softly at the ankle beside his neck while he pulls off your dress and bra. You didn’t need those, anyway. “Guess I just hafta prove it to ya, right?”

And fuck was he well and fully intent on proving it to you. Because the words are barely out of his mouth before he’s peeling down his drenched pants - and those unnecessary boxers right along with it, too. 

Satoru hisses when his painfully hard erection smacks against those toned abs, smearing precum in a small, filthy little pool. So so angry with the need to be inside your tight pussy - to prove to you from the inside out that you were his. 

“Ya like what you see?” he notices your fixed stare at his cock. Greedily following the precum beading at his fat, red head, making its way between Satoru’s prominent veins. To those tufts of white way down, down, down- “Hey there.” You’re startled out of your little reverie by two wet fingers being snapped in your face, “As flattered as I am, this is actually my favorite part.”

And fuck you could see why it was.

Because it felt so sinful to watch with bated breath at the way Satoru fists his swollen cock, gliding his weeping tip between your swollen folds. Letting your pretty pussy slobber all over him. Up and down. Again. And again. Teasing. 

“P-please, Toru-” you whine around the fifth time he’s “accidentally” nudging at your poor clit. Hips bucking up in need for more more more- “Enough teasing, jus’ wan’ you ngh- inside me.”

To Satoru, no sweeter words have been spoken. But he still manages to curl his lips into a leering smirk at your fucked-out, needy self. “Funny. Coming from someone who shit- pretty, you’re pussy’s trynna suck me up - who couldn’t wait to bail on me tonight for some other hah- jerk.” He presses his thick tip down on your clit, on purpose. “Would’ve fucked you ngh- real nicely, tonight, y’know? What a shame.” 

You can only watch when he draws his hips back, lining up right with your sloppy hole. “What a shame m’gonna ah- fuck you like the slut you are right now.”

It’s all that’s said before he’s pushing in - to your snug cunt, to your fucking lungs it felt like. 

“Oh- oh fuck, Toru-” you keen, back arching off the bed at the stretch. Satoru’s girth was rubbing up against your gummy walls and stretching them out so good. All the way until all you could feel was the rapid thump! thump! thump! of his throbbing cock pushing between your legs. “God, s’too big-”

“No no no, you don’t get to say that.” Satoru spits into your open mouth, hips jutting forward like some animal in short, shallow grinds to bully himself deeper. “You don’t get to fuck- ngh- act all coy when you brought this upon yourself.” His words come out faster - more slurred. Falling out faster and faster as his hips do, “Not when you decided t-to act like a lil’ slut hah- n’ guess what?”

Whether it was a rhetorical question or not - you weren’t sure. All you know is that you’re mewling up tearily at such a feral Satoru, “W-what?”

To which he only smiles against your lips, hips suddenly going still. Dangerously still. “N’ that means m’gonna fuck you like one.”

Before you can even react, he’s pushing in all in one go. Fuck, it never got easier even after so long. 

“Oh- fuck I can’t take it- all-” you cry helplessly as he keeps pushing past that first ring of resistance. The curve of his cock massaging all those hidden sweet spots inside while he keeps splitting you apart deeper and deeper - not daring to even slow down. Not until Satoru’s well satisfied with the kiss of your bruised cervix against his thick head ,heavy balls smacking against your marked-up ass. 

“See? Knew you could take it, you always do.”

And then he’s moving - not with the slow, persistent determination from before, no. Satoru was so animalistic, bouncing you unapologetically on the mattress. 

Hands keeping your hips still to let him ram his entire cock inside your tight pussy. Over and over and-

“Still don’t think you’re not- fuck- mine, sweetheart?” Satoru runs a hand through his hair to see you better, to drink in the sight of your puffy folds bulging around his cock. Struggling to take in each mean thrust, “Because this seems ngh- reeeeal convincing that you are.”

You scrunch your brows in a pathetic plea, “I-I am yours, Toru- ngh-”

But he only brings his ear closer, “What was th-that? Didn’t hah- hear you-” Hands pushing apart your legs until they burned at the stretch. Until you were so shamefully on display for him, “You hah- need more convincing? Oh, I see.”

“I don’t! Oh- T-ngh”

It’s all you can do to let out teary, broken moans when Satoru rolls his hips harder. So carefully practiced with the way he locates your sweet spot easily. 

“Yeah? You hah- like that?” he groans, words punctuated by a deep, harsh thrust. All hitting the bulls-eye each and every time. “Like me f-fuckin’ you like you’re mine?”

At this point, you’re scrambling at the damp sheets, the headrest, Satoru’s shoulders - just anything and everything to hold onto whatever’s left of your sanity - which seemed to be slipping away with each press of Satoru’s head against your g-spot. 

But it still wasn’t enough.

Languidly, he brings a hand over to pinch your ravaged clit between two fingers. Having you whine so prettily with each roll of his fingertips. “Answer the question, pretty.”

“Yes!” you gasp, feet kicking at the sheer overstimulation. “I love it- ngh shit shit shit- I love it, Toru- love it so much.”

Shit, you might’ve just broken him.

Because while you may have thought that this answer would calm your Satoru down a bit - it only made him snap. Eyes widening, hips stuttering, swollen lips falling into such a fucked-out oh! - he looked like an absolute wreck.

Letting out a low, throaty groan of, “Oh fuck, you’re gonna be the ngh- death of me.” With this, he’s pressing his sweaty forehead onto yours, breaths coming out in feverish little puffs that match his merciless cadence. “Wish they could fuck- see you like this.” Ramming inside you harder - meaner. Giving your clit a light smack! before he starts playing with it once more. “I’d ah- fuck you in front of all those losers that think they have a chance just to show off how good you are f’me. Because you’re fuck fuck fuck- my good girl, right?”

You nod as much as you can, head just spinning with each brush of Satoru’s dick against your sensitive spots. Fingers twirling at your clit just as dizzyingly. Letting your slick glisten all over his wrist - his painfully squeezing balls - all the way up to his abs with how hard he was fucking into your tight pussy.

The both of you were getting so sloppy now. No care or concern for the party still raging on outside, not when your gummy walls were sucking up Satoru’s aching cock like that. 

“No one ngh- can fuck you like this.” Satoru sucks on your lower lip. Ragged, like it pained him to keep talking, but he couldn’t stop anyway. “No one.” Milking you harder and harder like he was high off your sweet moans. More desperate - depraved. “Cuz m’yours.”

And he repeats that - into your lips, into your forehead, down your neck - over and over while you cum so fucking hard all on his swollen cock. Plushy walls squeezing so tight that it was almost difficult to fuck you through your high.

Ripping out strangled, raspy groans with each clench of your slutty cunt, “N’ you’re mine.” You think your vision gets hazy through your climax, and the only thing you can hear are those obscene squelches and Satoru’s voice. Like a mantra, “You’re mine- you’re mine you’re mine you’re mine- fuck you’re mine.”

Not straying too far behind, Satoru cums and he thinks he sees the pearly gates of heaven - with you, such an angel. 

So sweetly whining into his ear when he’s painting your walls white, pumping rope after rope of thick, hot cum into your awaiting pussy.

Blinking back his vision only to eye the way it overspills, dribbling down your slit with each harsh ram of his hips. 

“Wan’ go again-” Satoru groans. Only fucking his seed deeper and deeper and oh- he didn’t want to stop. Didn’t think he could stop with the way you were bringing out each and every single last drop like it was delicious. “F-fuck I needa go again. Swee-”

SLAM!

“Woah, seems the two of you are having a looota fun.”

Still not pulling out, both you and Satoru scramble to cover yourselves up with Sukuna’s now-soaked sheets. Well, mainly cover you up, for Satoru had no shame in staring the other man down. Scoffing out, “The fuck are you fuck- don’ squeeze me so hard, pretty- the fuck are you here for?”

“It’s my room, n’ I had a feeling you’d be here.” Sukuna lets the door shut so agonizingly slow, flashing the two of you a lazy, devilish grin. “Besides - this is my date, after all.”

A/N. Plagiarism of work not authorized.

[madamechrissy]

Pornstar! Sukuna

pairings- Pornstar!Sukuna x Pornstar!fem reader

warnings- explicit sex, filming porn (duh lol) spitting, smacking, oral (m and f receiving) Sukuna being mean to Gojo LMAO, creampie, obsessed Kuna

This was a request for the Sukuna in my Pornstar!Satoru fic, Baby You're a Star, where Sukuna is down bad for his co-star (you!) hehe, just a drabble for them, I hope ya'll enjoy, lmk if you would enjoy some more!

Pornstar! Sukuna loved licking his pretty co-star's yummy, soaking wet cunt up, fuck he feels it all over his face, how wet you get, the sweetness coating his taste buds when you tug at his hair. He's rutting his thick, leaky cock on the bed, groaning as he tastes you, fuck he loves it - but what he'd love it even more if Pornstar! Satoru wasn't there at all. Whiny, annoying, pouty Satoru was irritating him as he devours his favorite meal up. You.

Pornstar! Sukuna can't help but have a favorite co-star, one he tries to constantly star in films with, not that he would admit that to you or to anyone, you just assume that Sukuna and you have similar shooting schedules. You can't help but cry out as his long pink tongue swipes up your slit, ignoring the bright lights and cameras, all you see is his ruby eyes, his wicked mouth causing you to drool as your hand jerks Satoru's cock, but your focus is solely on that pink haired man between your thighs.

Pornstar! Sukuna grimaces as the director yells 'cut' and interrupts his meal, he glares ruby eyes up to see Pornstar! Satoru is having some melt down. A real diva that one. You giggle when he keeps nipping up your inner thigh, while the set takes a break, for a moment you brush his hair back and it feels a little too intimate. Sukuna was your favorite co-star, you're not sure he knew - but you always ask to star with him too. 'Should we stop? take a break?' you ask softly, he leans over you now, flipping you on the bed as the room disperses, smacking your bare ass and making you moan. 'I don't need a break, do you brat?'

Pornstar! Sukuna slips his cock deep inside you when you're arching back, soaking against his tip. It's always the biggest fucking stretch, his cock was by far the biggest you've had, that piercing dragging on your g spot and having your walls quivering around him, walls gripping so good he can barely hold it together, sooty pink lashes fluttering shut as he grasps your hips. He loves being buried inside you, the tightest co-star... the prettiest... the yummiest... fuck he's almost busting just sinking inside you, inch by inch. 'Sukuna!' you're whining out his name, as he pummels your pretty cunt to the hilt, hearing the squelching of your soppy little cunt.

Pornstar! Sukuna would love it if you were his only co-star, it's like you two were the only ones in the room. Sukuna pulls at your hair by the nape of your neck and brings your ass to arch up, to take more of his thick, veiny cock, while you whine out helplessly, his name over and over in a little whimper. When the director stops and gets his attention, he is even more fucking irritated, shoving his cock so deep he hits your cervix, mid conversation- 'the fuck you want?' Sukuna demands, raising a brow and earning the director's mouth being open in surprise, but why was he surprised? Everyone knows how irritated Sukuna gets when his favorite girl is here. Sukuna's manager glares at him, but he can't wipe the satisfied grin off his face, when the manager spouts off a nervous - 'we need to prep for the threesome scene'

Pornstar! Sukuna doesn't like sharing you, though he's never really been that way. When he's got you and another girl in a scene, of course he pleasures you both, but he can't help but sneak sharper thrusts with you, to suck on your clit a little longer. Now, during the scene with his annoying co-star Satoru, he tries not to even look as you're sucking someone's cock, knowing his is the perfect fit for your throat. And when you suck him, your eyes are all he can focus on, cursing his co star for existing while you slobber all over him, your nails pressing against his thighs. When you swallow him so good, and he spits in your eager, open mouth after, he can't remember anyone else has ever been in the room, it's really just you.

Pornstar! Sukuna always makes sure you have aftercare, even if he comes off gruff, he makes sure to clean you up. The two of you frequently end up grabbing a drink or chatting, but tonight it's hard for him to hold back, when you're inviting him over to your place. It takes about two steps into the warm, inviting apartment before he's got his mouth all over you, tasting the wine on your lips, lifting you like you're nothing in his strong, buff arms, you cling to his neck, giggling against his lips. You don't ever really fuck off set, but you can't help but make an exception for him.

Pornstar! Sukuna is a favorite of all your friends for a reason, if it's not his mouth it's his cock, and if it's not his cock it's how he treats his co-stars, fucking them till they're dumb and drooling. 'Wanna do a private video, brat?' he teases softly while you're in your room, and straddling him. You heat up, nodding, earning his moan, his black nails pressing into the plush of your ass later, as he aims the phone at your full length mirror, watching you ride up and down it from the back like a fucking expert. God you could work a cock, you could take so much even though he knows you struggle you always try so hard to take him all, like a good girl just for him. While the two of you stream - making a ridiculous amount of money together - he makes you cum so hard you're gushing down his cock, making a mess for the camera - but he shuts the stream off before he kisses you, whispering 'wanna fill that fucking cunt up, have it dripping'

Pornstar! Sukuna never came in a co-star, fuck he never came in anyone, and once he does inside his favorite girl, it's so good he's busting loads inside your slutty little hole all night. And that's when Pornstar! Sukuna realizes, while he's filming the white ropes pouring and lapping it right out of your cunt, that he's completely fucked. Cumming in you is too addicting, kissing you and spitting his cum into your throat is just too much, he's afraid his pretty co-star is not going to be able to make her next shoot, as she's littered in bruises, bites, and hickies, still under him the next morning. 'Sukuna, I can't go to set like this!' you whisper, sore and throbbing from him, and he smirks, raising his arched brows. 'Guess you'll have to film with me instead, huh?'

Pornstar! Sukuna reads the comments as you're knocked out, sprawled across his chest and snoring from the multiple rounds, even a top pornstar like you can't keep up with him, and he can't help but smirk when he reads Sukuna must be her favorite co star! Did you see her with Gojo? She really didn't pay him any attention! and the grin doesn't leave his face even as he passes out with you, his favorite star.

I may do some Suguru from this story too hehe

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