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Get My Kicks (Wanna Start A Rager)

F!reader x Pink Soldier 005, Pink Soldier 007, Masked Officer Ao3 Words: 6.0k Warnings: threesome (consensual swallowing, degradation), cuckolding (creampie, orgasm denial), other (reader is a pink soldier- her number is 009) Other: I love my freaky lil men. My names for the characters are: Lee Jong-il for 007, Park Chi-won for 007, and Kim Chin-woo for Masked Officer! I've never done a cuckolding fic so this was super fun. This can be loosely tied to Rotted Out With Flies (reader's # is the same, but reading that fic is not needed to understand this one so don't worry.)

She actually rather enjoyed her job, regardless of how morbid and filled with death it was. It was easy enough, especially with the separation in her mind between her and the players in the game. Dispose of the trash. That’s all those people- things- are. She doesn’t dwell on it too much when she’s begged to spare their lives, no matter what pointless information they use. So what? You got a kid? Shouldn’t be here then, dumbass. You got a husband? A wife? So unfortunate that they’ll never see you again. Clean up the streets of the filth that runs rampant. That’s her job, at least for the week. Outside of the games her life is much less eventful, probably for the best. She can’t afford to lose all of her humanity.

“Behind you, 009.” A pink soldier says. The way his hand lingers on the small of her back before brushing past her gives away that it’s one of the two soldiers she’s become rather close to. Close might be an overstatement, actually- it’s not like they’re friends or anything. However they do find the time and freedom to have fun. Did it irk the doctor as they all huddled around as they flirted so freely? Hell yeah, but there were closed spaces around that provided more freedom than anywhere else. It wasn’t really a secret, if she were called to answer to the commanding officer about what she and 005 and 007 get up to she’d state bluntly what they do. That’s not to say she bragged about it, as far as she knows the only people who know what they do are themselves and the doctor- who wishes he didn’t know. “009, comin’ up,” another soldier says, following closely behind the first one. She feels her own heart rate start to increase- they’re all headed the same direction for their nightly shift of helping the doctor. It’s one of the few times that she feels anything more than the subtle numbness that follows her like a shadow in this place. She grins beneath her mask, but she doesn’t rush to catch up with them. The last thing that pair needs is a more inflated ego caused by her openly fawning for them. She keeps her steps measured as she follows behind them, keeps her breathing even, keeps her thoughts even and away from the imitate things they share in the basement.

“Takin’ your sweet time today, huh?” One of the soldiers comments when she reaches the door. She’s not entirely sure which one he is, probably 005 since he actually holds the door open for her rather than expecting her to catch it herself like 007 does. “Got worried ‘bout you; thought you might’ve forgotten your duties,” he comments while walking down the steps behind her. “But I also know you’d never miss out on a chance to spend with us.” He adds in a purr, a little too close for comfort as they enter the basement. She was right when she guessed which soldier was behind her since 007 has his mask off and is already helping the doctor maneuver an unconscious, dying player to the table. She removes her mask after pulling her hood down, tugging her balaclava to rest on her neck and 005 mirrors her actions.

“What took you guys so long, don’t tell me you stopped midway down the steps to make out.” 007 says, his lips quirked up in a smirk as he tsks while shaking his head. The doctor grunts, already getting annoyed with the trio just from one sentence. She can’t really blame him, it’s gotta be tough scrambling through organs to try and find something that's usable with 011 sabotaging everything. “Don’t go getting me jealous now, yeah?” 007 and 009 both disarm themselves.

“Nah, man,” 005 starts, putting an arm around her waist, “though I won’t be able to hold back too much longer. She’s just so cute.” He says, his voice edging on mockery as his hand rubs her side.

“Gee, thanks.” She says, rolling her eyes but she doesn’t make an effort to really pull away nor does she sound too mad. “Talking about me like I’m not even here. What am I to you guys?” She sighs, rolling her eyes.

“You know exactly what you are to us, dontcha?” 005 says, snickering. “You’re our precious girl, our pretty soldier.”

007 chimes in, “dont act like you hate us, if you did you wouldn’t be so eager for our-”

“Can you guys just shut the hell up for five minutes?” The doctor says, looking at 007 and then to 007 and 009. “I swear- you’re worse than teenagers who just discovered how to fuck. I would be better off if you three just went away!”

The room goes silent aside from the sound of the scalpel slicing down the body and the doctor moving flesh aside to reach the organs. 009 looks away, clearly embarrassed to be called out so bluntly but 005 and 007 shared a wicked look. It’s like they’re having a silent conversation as 007 steps around the table to join the pair.

“I think that’s a good idea,” 007 says, his voice practically cooing as he tells her face to face him rather than a wall. “Don’t you, 005? Just us, our little soldier, and the freetime to really enjoy ourselves.” He chuckles, his thumb rubbing against her cheek. His brown eyes search hers for any hint of genuine discomfort while 005 responds, he’s not concerned with her consent but he definitely doesn’t want to deal with a fighting woman tonight.

“It’s a perfect idea. See how good she can take us both this time.” 005 says, grinning as he watches the charged eye contact between 007 and 009. She’s not uncomfortable, at least not uncomfortable in a way that makes either of them believe she’s not interested in the same thing they are. “C’mon, let’s go to the usual spot. It’ll be a tight spot, but I think we can manage.” He says, holding back laughter as he leads 009 by her waist to where they usually fuck at. 007 follows close behind, smacking her ass before groping it.

“It… It’s a fine idea.” She says, finally finding her voice as they make their way to the small, cramped room. It’s hardly bigger than the rooms they reside in, definitely not suited for three alive, moving bodies at once. She stumbles forward slightly when 007 shoves her inside, catching herself against the wall. 005 and 007 have never been ones for gentleness, sweet words, or making her feel special- it’s like she expected anything different- and now they’re feeding off each other’s desires to hear sweet, needy noises from her lips.

“Damn doctor’s kinda smart, huh?” 005 says, palming his already hardening cock through his pink jumpsuit, looking over at 007 and then back to 009. “We don’t gotta worry about nothin’ now. Nothin’ aside from emptying our balls, huh?”

“Damn right,” 007 responds, already unzipping his jumpsuit to allow it to crumble to the floor. His black boxers tent, he’s been waiting for her all damn day so it’s no shock that he’s already ready for her. “Pulling through mewls and moans from this lil thing, coming, and cleaning up. Shit, it’s perfect.” He laughs. It’s a cruel laugh as he closes in to clutch 009’s shoulders and kiss her hard. It’s not a soft kiss, it demands her to kiss back. And kiss back she does, her lips parting immediately to allow him entrance as one of her hands cups his cheek and the other cups the back of his head. She can hear 005 groan as she closes the door, groping himself. He wouldn’t be opposed to just watching his comrade fuck her, but he’d never admit to something like that outloud. He can practically hear the way 007 would react to that, see the way 009 would look at him after he admits something like that.

“Kiss her neck, man- she loves that.” He strains out, unzipping his own jumpsuit and kicking it aside to join 007’s. 007 chuckles, pulling away from her lips to kiss down her neck and nip teasingly until he reaches the point that makes her finger curl up into his hair.

“There? That your special place, baby doll?”

“Mhm,” she nods weakly, tilting her head to give him more access to nip and kiss at the spot that makes her breath catch in her throat.

“She’s such a little slut, I swear, man. She loves- loves it when you call her pet names and show her that stupid loving shit rather than immediately going for it.” 005 says, his green plaid boxers joining the pile of clothing on the floor. He spits down onto his cock, groaning as he strokes himself from base to tip, swiping his thumb over his sensitive head every other stroke. “So easy, dude.”

“I know, right? Love women like her.” 005 laughs, his fingers moving to unzip her jumpsuit, his hands sliding into the suit to cup her breasts. She’s so reactive to every touch, it drives him and 005 crazy with desire so why should he make any further effort to get her in the mood. Sure, maybe she’d enjoy it more, but who the fuck cares?

“I do too, makes it so easy to come. She doesn’t even care if she finishes. Say it, say you don’t care, bitch.”

She groans, she’d love every sensation more if she knew she’d finish at the end of it all but she’s in no position to make demands. “I do, I love it.”

“You love it, what? Say my name, if you can even remember it.” 007 says, kissing upwards to get just below her ear.

“I love it, Chi-won.” She can feel his lips turn into a wicked grin. Such a smart, good girl for remembering his name. He’s surprised she can remember his name since the last time he reminded her of it she was being fucked stupid.

“Say my name, baby girl.” 005 says, the sounds of his hand fisting his cock the only extra noise in the room. “Say you remember mine too?” He sounds almost needy, almost desperate.

“Jong-il.” He grunts when she also gets his name right, his hand tightening for a second around his dick. He loves the way she says, loves seeing her back arch against Chi-won as he slides her jumpsuit down, down, down to her ankles and then cups her panty-clad pussy. The way her hips squirm pleasantly against his hand makes him throb, she’s so cute. Damn shame that after the games they probably won’t ever meet up, but it’s not the time for that line of thought right now.

“Fuck, yes, good girl.” Jong-il groans, his eyes glued to her cunt as Chi-won pushes her legs apart to rub her pussy and bury his head in her neck. “Let Chi-won touch you- just like that. You love it, don’t you?” He lifts his other hand to push her bra down to expose her breasts and her thumb immediately goes to swipe over her nipple until it stiffens into a sensitive peak. “You love us touching you, dontcha, baby girl?”

“Yes, love your hands on me.” She breathes out, holding Jong-il’s hand to cup her breast fully instead of focusing solely on her nipple. “Touch me, please touch me more…”

Chi-won bites her neck at that, her pretty words making his cock throb against her skin through his boxers. “I’d love for us to take turns with you, but we don’t have that kinda time.”

“Fuck yeah, we’ll share this sweet body.” Jong-il says, grinning at 009. “You’re fine with that, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s fine.” She mumbles, she’d rather not deal with that mess but it’ll work. Her face must give away her hesitation as Jong-il slides his hand from her chest to her face and pats her cheek condescendingly.

He gives her a mockingly ‘understanding’ look and nod, “now don’t look so sad, baby doll. We’ll make sure you get something out of it too. Now get over to that pile of clothes, get on your hands and knees, and present yourself for us while we figure out who takes you where.” He smiles, it’s not a sweet or calming smile and rather it looks almost creepy.

Chi-won pulls away from her, pecking her lips before looking over at Jong-il and giving him a thumbs up while 009 goes over to the crumpled pile of Chi-won and Jong-il’s jumpsuits and kneels down on the clothing to protect her knees. She can’t hear the pair of Soldiers as they whisper to each other and make lewd gestures in reference to her. Her cheeks burn in embarrassment, her face setting into a subtle pout as she stares at them. Her pussy is wet enough to where either of them could be able to fuck her cunt. She doubts they’d attempt anal without lube or prep, so the other one must take her mouth. Typical spitroast, nothing special but maybe she’ll be able to cum this time at least.

“Chi-won here s’gonna take your cunt this time, I figure the man could use a nice tight pussy squeezing the life outta his dick.” Jong-il says, sauntering over to stand in front of her while fisting his cock slowly. He doesn’t wanna bust too soon, but goddamn he could paint her face just from the sight of her looking up at him like that.

“Damn right I am, baby girl. I got you, don’t worry…” Chi-won says, getting on his knees behind her and rubbing his weeping cock against her slit. A loud groan erupts from him just from the sensation, he wants to slam forward- so he does. She lets out a sharp yelp, her walls immediately fluttering around him as her cheek collides with Jong-il’s throbbing dick.

“Easy.” She says, looking back at Chi-won for a split second before Jong-il threads his fingers into her hair and smears his tip against her lips.

“Y’not in the position to make demands here, bitch. You know better.” His grin is absolutely malicious as he stares down at her, biting his tongue between his teeth in concentration as he gets his tip between her lips. He moans, his hips immediately twitching to push in further and feel more of her velvety mouth around him. His eyes flutter shut as he shallowly thrusts into her mouth, the feel of her tongue against his sensitive skin is intense as she laps at him.

“She good, right? This whore got such a hot mouth.” Chi-won says, holding onto 009’s hips hard enough to cause marks to blossom on her skin. “I always bust in her mouth, she swallows it like a fucking champ.”

Jong-il is unable to form words, he just nods and grunts as his mouth falls open and his head falls back. He’s more vocal than Chi-won when it comes to making noises, but he’s never able to really form words- his thoughts are blank and pure white when her lips are around his cock. Chi-won just laughs loudly in response, slapping her ass hard enough to make her jerk forward again.

“Glrk!”

Jong-il laughs breathlessly, his eyes opening just enough to look down at her as he holds her head in place. His cock pulses eagerly in her throat as they both bottom out in her at the same time. It’s bordering on painful for her, but the pain just adds to her pleasure. She’s not gonna come, not from them focusing on their own pleasure, but she’s in no position to even try to voice her disappointment.

“Fuck, listen to that slut gag.” Chi-won groans, resuming his hard thrusts. He leans over her back to bite her shoulder, loving the way her walls clench up tight around him. He laughs as loud as he can with her skin between his teeth.

“Yeah…” Jong-il grunts, pumping his hips in sync with Chi-won’s thrusts to bury himself to the hilt each time. “Feels good. Can’t get- can’t get enough…”

She feels Chi-won’s hips stutter first, his thrusts becoming sloppy and out of rhythm as he bites down harder. He’s not one to come in her, the risk of knocking her up is minimal but it’s enough to make him pull out regardless, unlike Jong-il who loves coming in her tight cunt. “Gonna cum, little slut” He moans, pulling out and jerking his cock until he spills to the ground below him. He just barely misses the jumpsuits.

“Come- I’m gonna-” Jong-il tries to get out a coherent sentence but it falls apart. He wants to see her face when he comes, but it’s hard to keep his eyes open. Chi-won pants against her back and Jong-il starts to pulse out cum into her mouth. Her mouth floods with his cum, but she swallows it down readily. When he’s spent, he pulls out of her mouth and pats her head.

For a moment, the only noises in the room are the three of them all panting and then Jong-il pipes up with a strained noise before actually talking, “we probably need to get dressed ‘nd see if the doc needs us.” She crawls back over to where her clothing is discarded, they don’t help her back into her clothing. She struggles for a little bit, huffing and glaring over at the pair who just give her a smirk and a thumbs up. “You got this, baby girl,” he says, holding back a laugh.

“Poor girl, we got her so fucked up she can’t even get dressed.” Chi-won says condescendingly before laughing.

She grunts as she zips up the jumpsuit and adjusts her belt, “fuck off, both of you.” She pushes past them and opens the door. The doctor is already finished, assessing that it’s not even worth trying to scavenge the other bodies for parts. He looks like he knows something that the trio doesn’t, a glint in his eyes as he puts his handheld radio back down.

“Gald you three had your fun. You three ready to head back to the rooms?”

“Hell yeah we are, she drained us.” Jong-il says, patting 009’s shoulder and grinning. “Should try ‘er sometime, doc. She’d get rid of that scowl you always have.”

The doctor’s face drops again. “As pleasant as that sounds, I think I’d rather kill myself.”

“Don’t be that way, man.” Chi-won says, going over to get his mask before tugging his balaclava back into place and putting his mask back on.

009 and Jong-il go to get theirs as well. Jong-il pats her ass ‘lovingly’ as the doctor moves past them to enter the stairway. The trio all follow behind him, 009 immediately behind, then Jong-il, then Chi-won. She feels tired as hell and she’s just ready to be in her own room- even if it’s not the most ideal.

Lineup, enter room, have dinner, go to bed. Easy. She lies down, more than ready to fall into a dreamless sleep again. She may tolerate- even like- Jong-il and Chi-won, but goddamn they can be hard to be around after they fuck.

A few hours into her sleep, her door opens slowly. Even in her rest she can feel herself being stared at and she stirs awake. She blinks away her sleep before jumping back slightly. There’s a Manager staring down at her before he speaks, “The commanding officer would like to see you in his chambers.”

“Wha-”

“The commanding officer would like to see in his chambers.” He repeats before she can even finish a single word. She sits up and rubs her eyes before standing up and stretching. She gets her mask, places it on, adjusts her hood, and nods to the Manager. The Manager leads her from her room through the colorful hallways and doorways before reaching an elevator she’s not entirely sure she’s seen before. The air is tense, the pair both utterly quiet as they ride the elevator to the commanding officer’s chambers. Why does he want to see her there?

The Manager stays in the elevator when they reach their location. There’s two other Soldiers in the doorway to his chambers and in front of them stands the commanding officer. His presence exudes authority, demands attention. The doors to the elevator close behind her and she jumps slightly, though it’s hardly noticeable. She steps forwards, standing between the two Soldiers. She glances at them- Jong-il and Chi-won- before her eyes settle on the commanding officer.

“Masks off you three.” He says, standing with his arms crossed in front of them. In sync, the trio removes their hoods, slides their masks off, and tugs their balaclavas down. She wants to look up at the two men, see if they know what this is about- though the fact it's them gives her a sinking feeling- but she keeps her eyes forward and focused on the commanding officer. “I’m sure you three know why you’re here. I’ve heard about your activities when you should be focusing on your job.” She feels the two men tense on either side of her, she feels the color drain from her face. It’s a nightmare, it’s gotta be… “Explain yourselves. 005, you first.”

“Well, I mean-” he stammers, “we just- it wasn’t my idea?”

“007. Explain yourself.” He says, it’s clear he doesn’t really care about whatever excuses they come up with.

“We just needed to relieve stress, Sir. It won’t happen again.”

“009.” He directs attention fully on her now.

Her throat dries out and she opens and closes her mouth, her hands tightening in front of her. She doesn’t even know what to say- she’s been caught and she doesn’t know how to make things better. Is it even possible to make things better? “I’m sorry, Sir.” She manages to get out. “It was a lapse of judgement.”

“A continued lapse in your judgement.” He corrects. He sighs and turns around, collapsing his hand behind his back. “All three of you, follow me. You’re going to be taught a lesson.” The air is charged as they follow him deeper into his quarters until they reach a bed with two chairs beside it. “009, on the bed. 005, 007- you sit in the chairs. You want to relieve stress? We’ll relieve stress then.”

She sits on the edge of the bed, placing her mask on the bedside table before looking over to where Jong-il and Chi-won are sitting. They look at her, before looking away. They’ve never really been awkward around each other but now it feels too weird to acknowledge each other. This isn’t lost on the masked officer who smiles behind his mask- he can work with this, he can work with the tension between the trio. The masked officer walks over to stand in front of her, tilting her head with a surprising amount of gentleness. “Eyes on me, hm? Don’t pay attention to them. They’re just watching, a little… audience… for us.” His tone is soothing even with the robotic voice modulation from his mask.

“O-Oh, okay?” She says, nodding dumbly.

“Good. You’ve always been a good listener, haven’t you?” He leans in, she can see his eyes through the mask- they’re cold and calculating, there’s no warmth in them. “Such a good girl, too good to be stuck around men like that.” His lips quirk up into a smirk as her lips part slightly as his thumb rubs her chin. “You know it too, don’t you? I bet outside of the games, you’d never give them a second glance.”

She hears the other men shift in their chairs, can feel their gazes on the side of her face. “No, Sir, I-” she stammers and falters, “I mean they’re great guys but-”

“But?” He hums, standing up straighter again and tugging down his hood, though he keeps his mask on. “But just not your type, hm? Too selfish, too focused on their own pleasures to give you what you need.” He tsks, shaking his head and taking his hand away from her chin and shrugging. “Rest assured, sweet thing, I’ll give you what you actually need. Make sure you never mess around with them again. I’ll show you how good things can be, don’t worry.” She nods again, feeling heat rise to her cheeks. “A reward for you, a punishment for them. Sound good to you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He smirks arrogantly behind his mask, such an easy little thing. He briefly wanders just how many times she’s been denied her chance to finish. How cruel of the men to deny this pretty thing her release. “Good girl. Undress for me, 009.” He looks over to see 005 and 007 squirm in their chairs as she unzips her jumpsuit, the pink fabric falling down around her shoulders before she stands to tug it down the rest of her body. She kicks it off before sitting back on the bed, looking up at the commanding officer. “Such a good listener.” He purrs, “I could tell you do anything and you’d do it, wouldn’t you? Though, I suppose, except to stick to just doing your job and not spread yourself for 005 and 007.”

“Sorry, Sir.” She mumbles, looking down. He laughs, it’s not a particularly cruel noise but it still sends a chill down her spine. “I won’t- I promise I’ll stop.”

“I know you won’t do it again. After tonight you’ll never want them again. It’s okay, don’t apologize.” He soothes, a gloved hand sliding from her shoulder to unclasp the bra. His thumbs rub gentle circles on her nipples until they harden against the nitrile material. He wants to pop one in his mouth, blow a breath of air against the sensitive peaks until she lets out a cute noise. But it’s not the time for that, not when he wants to keep his mask on for this experience. He lowers his hands, pushing her back on the bed as he rubs her sides. “This is all for you, sweetest girl. I’ll show you what someone like you deserves. Scoot back for you, let me see you.”

She obeys, scoot herself back so her ass is right on the edge of the bed. She bites her bottom lip as his black gloves spread her legs apart- he doesn’t force them to separate though, instead he allows her legs to more or less fall open willingly for him. He intakes air sharply at the sight of her panties. He wants to lean in and inhale her scent, tug her panties to the side and lick a stripe up her slit to taste her before taking his gloves off and slide a finger into her heat until she falls apart on his digits. He can’t though, not this time- maybe he’ll do something like that in the future for her if she keeps being such a damn good thing for him.

“Look at you, so tempting.” He says, running his thumb up her clothed slit before settling on her clit. He raises an eyebrow when she gasps and her hips immediately buck up against his touch. He had expected her to be a needy thing, according to that doctor she would practically throw herself at 005 and 007 each night but never seemed too pleased later on, but to already be squirming just from his thumb rubbing circles on her clit- it’s adorably obscene. “It’s okay, baby girl, you can move for me. Don’t hold back.”

“Why are we here?” 005 complains, his voice strained as he shifts uncomfortably from his cock hardening.

“Your punishment is to watch me claim your… What do you call her? A whore? A slut? Your bitch?” He hums, chuckling darkly as he keeps his eyes locked on the woman’s face. “Such degrading words for a perfect thing, though I’m not surprised men like you would fail to see her worth.”

“Men like us?” 007 says, his cheeks flushed.

“Yeah, what did you-” 005 starts.

The commanding officer raises a finger up to the pair to shut them up. “Don’t make me consider a harsher punishment for you two getting sloppy on the job. You’re lucky that all I’m taking is her.”

She continues to move her hips beneath his thumb, her breathing becoming heavier as he works her over. He’s skilled, that’s for fucking sure. “Faster?”

Her request gets his attention and he leans over her body, his thumb rubbing more incessantly. “Hm? What was that? Faster?” His voice is a whisper into her ear, “are you in a position to make a request from me right now? You may not be getting punished for your actions right now, but make no mistake of where you stand with me.” He growls, but he doesn’t remove his digit. He keeps rubbing her clit, relishes in the way she arches and grasps the bedding. He can feel her heat even through the panties, even though his fucking gloves. He can smell her desperation. “You close?” “Mhm!” She moans, nodding and closing her eyes for a second before they open back up. She’s a perfect, mewling mess.

He leans back to look into her eyes, glancing over to see the way the pair of Soldiers sitting look disgruntled and aroused. Their jumpsuits tent aggressively, they’d never put in this level of work for her. While she’s moaned and whimpered for them, she’s never sounded like this- it sends jealousy through their veins but it fades almost instantly when the commanding officer pulls back and removes his thumb. “Too bad, sweet thing.”

She whines and squirms, sitting up just enough to watch as he sheds his black jumpsuit. He doesn’t kick it off, he settles just for it pooling at his ankles. “What? Why?”

“Why?” He chuckles, his shoulder rising with the noise, “why should I let you cum yet? I haven’t got to see what’s so good about this pussy that it makes not one but two men fail their duties.”

“Such a fucking slut,” one of the Soldiers scoffs.

“Quiet. She’s not a slut. She’s just needing something more than either of you can offer.” He corrects, pushing her back down and palming his cock through his black boxers. He’s not one to come early, he’s able to control himself, but he doesn’t really want to hold back. Not when he can so readily claim her in front of his subordinates, not when he can make all three of them remember their place. “Thank you.” She murmurs in response to his defense of her, which makes him want to laugh loudly but he holds himself back. He’s not defending her for her sake, rather to just make the men more upset. However, getting her wrapped around his finger is a nice bonus.

“Of course, sweet girl.” He slowly pulls her panties down, spreading her wider for him to settle between her thighs. He grinds himself against her bare cunt, his head tilting back as her head warms his sensitive dick. He braces himself with one hand by her head as he fishes his stiff cock from his boxers and strokes himself. He rubs his tip against her wet slit coating himself in her slick arousal. “Ready for me?”

“Yes, Sir.” She nods, sliding her arms over his shoulders. She wishes he’d take the damn mask off, but she’s not stupid enough to bring it up.

He grunts as his head splits her, slipping into her tight heat easily. He doesn’t rush forward, no- he takes his time to let her feel every inch of him until he hilts himself. She feels like heaven wrapped around him. A guttural groan leaves him as he slowly thrusts. He doesn’t want to go fast like a rabid animal, not unless she asks him to of course, but the idea is there. “Feel good, baby? You like that?”

She nods, her nails digging into her palms as she settles her legs on his waist. She lifts her hips in sync with his thrusts and lets out cute, celsius noises each time he bottoms out. “I love it, Sir. Don’t- Don’t stop.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it.”

005 groans, either out of the desire to be within her cunt or because he’s getting fed up, he’s not really sure. It doesn’t matter to him, to be honest- he’s getting lost in the sensation of her clutching heat fluttering around him so nicely. He moves his free hand between their bodies and rubs her clit again. When she grips him tighter, he lets out a low groan. Just like that, yeah… That’s fucking perfect.

“Please, Sir. That feels so good.” She whimpers out, tugging him down so her face can be buried in his neck.

He tsks and pulls away slightly, “look at them. I want you to look at the men you no longer belong to.”

She tenses up before obeying, tugging her bottom lip between her teeth and looking over at 005 and 007. Fuck, their eyes are darting between her face and the way the commanding officer’s hips move. “Shit…” She breathes out, her eyes fluttering as they all three make eye contact. Her walls massage his cock and he feels her arousal coating his shaft and dribbling down to his balls.

“I’m going to fill you up, 009. Mark you as mine now.” He growls. If he didn’t have his mask on, he’s bite on her neck, bite on her shoulder, leave pretty marks up and down her skin. “You’re mine now.” He says before his hips start to pump out of rhythm. He hilts into her harder, unintentionally but goddammit she’s gripping him perfectly. He can’t get enough, he might have to start calling her to his chambers more often.

“Can I come?” She asks, looking so damn needy beneath him.

He laughs. He laughs… “Of course not.” He groans, “you didn’t do your duties tonight. Why should you come on my cock, hm? Think you really deserve it?” He rubs her clit harder and faster, loving the way she holds herself back from finishing. “You don’t. Fuck, you don’t deserve to finish tonight, baby girl.”

She cries out, her legs tightening around him as she barely holds herself back as he comes inside of her. He’s as far inside of her as he can be, pumping hot cum deep into her cunt. He groans loudly, throwing his head back. The Soldiers’ eyes widen as they watch her expression change as he fills her up.

“You really didn’t come, huh?” He mutters, straight up and using his hands to gently take her legs from his waist so they can fall back onto the bed beneath her. “You are such a good thing. So proud of you.”

She pant heavily, sitting up and finally looking away from 005 and 007. “I try to be.” She responds, her voice a little rough. Of course she didn’t get to finish, but it was still more pleasurable than anything she’s felt with her fellow Soldiers.

“Get dressed. You two, go wait by the elevator.” He says, his black jumpsuit back in place as he pats her thigh before looking over the Soldiers. 005 and 007 grumble and stand up, walking stiffly back through the hallway to the elevator. “You did good tonight, 009.”

“Thank you, Sir.” She says, getting dressed. “I’m still sorry, I- I’ll do my job from now on.”

He smiles under his mask, nodding and standing straighter, “I know you will. Now hurry along to the elevator. I’ll have a Manager bring you three back to your rooms.” She gives him a small almost-wave before going to where 005 and 007 are waiting.

“Damn whore…” They say in unison as she appears, sneering and crossing their arms. The elevator door opens and they all walk in.

“You’re still ours.” Jong-il says, his mask nearly touching her ear so no one can hear, “no matter what the damn commanding officer says.”

#masked officer x reader #masked officer #soldier 005 x reader #soldier 007 x reader #pink soldier x reader #squid game x reader #squid game #organ harvesters #squid game guard #pink guard #squid game 007 #squid game 005 #005 soldier #005 guard #007 soldier #007 guard

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nothingweirdhere · 2 years ago

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saw a guy flip off a piece of plastic wrap today & honestly? mood.

#two handed and everything #it was fucking hilarious #and completely understandable. been there.#like ok i work in a warehouse & when you put stuff on a pallet for shipping you wrap it in plastic right #so sometimes you go to get a new pallet for the next order and there’s still plastic stuck to it from whenever it was used last #and that’s annoying and it gets in the way so you wanna remove it #but that stuff is fucking evil & it’s awkward to remove and you’re trying to move as fast as possible #so any minor delay gets real frustrating real quick #& i’m watching this dude for a couple minutes struggling with this plastic caught on the pallet he’s trying to grab #and when he eventually gets it unstuck he chucks it away from himself #and as it falls he AGGRESSIVELY gives it the finger #i’d say that’s the funniest thing i’ve seen at work in a while #but today a few dudes got in a shouting match bc there was a traffic jam in the aisle #and from two aisles over i hear a forklift guy sing ‘why can’t we be friends’ as he drives past 💀💀💀#work posting #jx.txt

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k1mbe3rly · 3 months ago

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Hii Kimberly can you do something where reader is Geum Seong-je gf. They got into fight. And uhm they do angry sex. (Also can I be your 🥒 anon?)

angry sex

warnings: smut, arguing, rough sex, slight name calling (during argument), baby trapping? talks about pregnancy

Dating Geum seong je was complicated, especially with him being apart of the union (gang), beating people up, and not controlling his anger. You guys are always seen arguing and disagreeing on many things.

Y’all have been arguing all day, no reason just either he picks up an attitude and says something annoying and you just bite back with the same tone, the both of y’all were getting ready for bed but of course he wouldn’t go to bed without an argument, bringing up something stupid about you staring at some guy in a flirt way

“I saw the way you were fucking staring at him i’m not dumb i have eyes.” He says in a cold tone staring right at you, you rolled your eyes getting in bed, “Your just being paranoid, or your just starting something for no reason! let’s just go to bed!” you raised your voice slightly, “I wouldn’t have to start something if you weren’t eye fucking every guy like a slut!” he said raising his voice as well, your eyes snapped at him as you sat up, “I wouldn’t have too if you would just actually treat me better in bed instead of being a little minion!” you said back

He was quick to grab your neck and pin you down on the bed, his face hovered over yours, “what the fuck did you just say? repeat it again you little bitch.” he said, your hand went to his wrist to pull him off as you frowned and glared at him not daring to say anything else, “So now your quiet? now you don’t wanna speak huh?” he said spreading your legs with his knees getting between them

He removed his hands from your neck quickly tearing off your pants without a thought and smoothly, making you gasp in shock as you sat up, “I think..your little pussy just needs some attention. Always fucking complaining. Never shutting up, will this make you shut the fuck up?” he whispered pulling down your panties, he quickly took off his own pants pulling down his boxers low enough for his cock to be out

Roughly spreading your legs as he practically slammed into you, you moaned out loudly at the sudden feeling of him filling you up. “So fucking annoying. So fucking loud.” He said as if he isn’t about to fuck you with all his pent up anger

He started thrusting in and out of you at fast pace, not slow at all, not giving you prep or time to adjust, his movements just as rough and angry as he is, he grabs your throat again squeezing slightly as he fucks into you over and over again, your loud moans falling out of your mouth uncontrollably, the sound of the bed softly creaking and skin being slapped together multiple times, his eyes flash with anger and satisfaction at your loud moans and the sex sounds

“Why do you look at men like you want them to fuck you huh? i’m the one who fucks you, i’m the one who’s fucking you right now” he growled out, his tone slightly breathless, not being able to answer all that came out was moans and moans, his rough pace never slowing down as he than ripped your shirt wanting to see how your boobs bounce all over the place, he smirked like a crazy person his eyes locked on them watching as they spill out your bra

Already feeling your orgasm approach, tightening around him, he suddenly pulls out, flipping you onto your stomach and pulling your hips up, he slaps your ass hard before entering you again from behind, his hands gripping your waist tightly and slamming back in, your head falling into the pillow muffling your moans but not good enough, still loud enough for anyone to hear

He wanted to hear your moans loud and clear as he grabs a fistful of your hair, using it to tilt your head back as he pounds into you relentlessly, your back arched, he looks down to where his cock is connected to you seeing it disappear in and out of you fast, his hips slamming into you, he groans loudly as he throws his head back, his eyes slightly flickering up

Your orgasm was quick to build up again, his stamina was impressive and shocking a bit, the way his pace never slows down not even a bit if instead it goes faster, his cock hitting spots you never thought could be hit, your moans we’re very very loud, you wanted to cum with him but you couldn’t hold it anymore and releasing on his cock, he feels your hot sticky liquid as he looks back down seeing it as he begins to leak, he grins widely

Releasing your hair, he begins to speed up, slapping your ass multiple times, watching as it jiggles against him, he groans again leaning down, “Fuck i’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum inside you, maybe you’ll get fucking pregnant and be able to stay trapped here with me.” he growls, his cock practically punishing your insides as he groans loudly and cums inside you, he slows down and grinds into you, his pelvis rubbing against you as he softly groans, he chuckles a bit and stays there

After a moment or two he slowly pulls out watching mixed cum leak out of you, “No no no..i wanna keep that inside you..i want my baby with you, would you want that?” he whispers to you his fingers pushing back the juices, you simply just nodded and a soft whine escaped your mouth, he smiles a bit, “Let’s get you all cleaned up..are you okay?” he asks with genuine concern, you nodded again.

#weak hero season 2 #weak hero class 1 season 2 #weak hero class one #weak hero class 1 smut #weak hero class x reader #weak hero class 1 #Geum seong je #whc2 #seong je #Geum seong je x reader #weak hero class geum seong je #Geum seong je smut #weak hero class 1 geum seong je #weak hero class #weak hero geum seong je #weak hero class one smut #weak hero class smut #weak hero x reader #weak hero class 1 imagine

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whatifitis · 7 months ago

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♡ You Make Me Crazier - LN 4 ♡

Summary: this is based off this request! Lando spends most of the night playing Tarkov with Max and ends up keeping his gf awake for hours. so guess who's in a bad mood in the morning while the other is just vibing 😀

WC: 1781

CW: fluff, lando being loud (NOT IN THAT WAY PERVS), pillow tossing

Finally, the end of the season has come and the peace can begin. Lando and yourself had joined the team in celebration of Mclaren winning the constructors’. But Lando decided to leave the party quite early as he’d wanted to play some Tarkov with Max. You didn’t argue, you were pretty exhausted from such an eventful day, you were excited to hop into bed and get some much needed rest while Lando played some games.

The two of you had arrived back in your hotel room and Lando quickly pressed a kiss to your lips before letting you know he was going to play Tarkov immediately. You watched him race to the desk with his laptop. You didn’t mind him playing video games, you knew it did him some good. Tarkov was sort of a safe place for him to forget about the real world a bit and you were grateful that he had something like that. Although, you’re not sure how he finds that game peaceful as it is one of the most stressful games you know of. It’s not like Animal Crossing where you just talk to villagers and hunt and gather.

You got ready for bed, taking a nice shower to get rid of the smell from being out all day and partying. You think there was a bit of rose water still in your hair. Taking your time, you smile as you hear Lando’s laughter from the main room. It’s rare to hear it nowadays.

Once you’re ready for bed, you walk over to Lando and tap him on the shoulder, “Love, I’m going to sleep now. Don’t stay up late, we have to be at the track early tomorrow for testing. And don’t be too loud, I wanna sleep a decent amount and I don’t want another noise complaint from the hotel.” you tease.

“Alright, darling. I’ll try and keep it down and I won’t be long. Goodnight.” he says as he softly kisses you before returning to his gaming session.

You got settled into bed and closed your eyes, ready to drift into a peaceful sleep. But the universe decided you weren’t going to sleep yet as Lando could not, for the life of him, keep it down. One second he was laughing his head off and the next he was doing some sort of accent that was a mix of German and Bulgarian?

Slightly opening your eyes, you peer up at him and you silently scold him for being too noisy. You grab a small pillow off the bed and toss it in his direction, watching as it bounces off his back a bit. You can hear as he whispers “Guys, I think I fucked up.” before removing his headphones and turning to look at you, “I’m sorry, love. I’ll keep it down now, swear.”

With that statement, you flop back down and sink into the bed. Thinking you’ve successfully gotten him to quiet down, until you hear him nearly wheezing from something Max said. This went on for another few hours, each minute passing you got more annoyed. But you didn’t want to say anything because you knew that these moments were hard for Lando to get and you knew he needed this time a lot. He needed to spend time with his friends and enjoy himself. He deserved it.

So there you were, eyes dry as Oscar Piastri’s humor, mindlessly scrolling on your phone, waiting for Lando to log off for the night. You look at the clock and it was already 2 am. Your alarm was set for 7:30 am so that you could get ready and maybe eat before heading to the track. You cursed the universe and time difference, questioning what you did to deserve 5 hours of sleep.

Finally, you heard Lando tell Max that he was done for the night and that he was logging off.

Praise the lord.

Lando shut his laptop and quietly got up from his seat, turning to see you still awake and on your phone.

“I thought you were sleeping.”

“Are you for real?” you blankly stare at him.

“What?”

“You were still loud, Lan. I couldn’t sleep.”

“Why didn’t you tell me to shut up? More than once? You know I’m not a very good listener.” he jokes.

“I know. But you love being able to play Tarkov and stuff with Max and them. I didn’t want to stop you from doing that.”

“Oh, baby. Next time smack me over the head. I don’t like that I kept you up for so long.” he says, walking to sit by you on the bed.

“It’s okay, Lan. Seriously. I can still get about 5 hours of sleep.”

“That’s absolute rubbish. Why don’t you sleep in? You can meet me on the track later or you can spend the day relaxing.”

“Nah. I wanna go with you and see the car. I also wanna mock Zak cause I know he’s gonna be hungover as fuck.” you laugh.

“Fine. But I’ll make sure you get some Celsius tomorrow, even though they don’t sponsor Mclaren! Monster does. Just make sure to cover the can if there’s cameras.”

“Thanks. Now shut up so I can sleep.” you say, rolling to sleep on your side.

“Alright, we’ll sleep now. Goodnight, my love.”

“Goodnight, gorgeous.”

-=+=-

It was indeed not a goodnight. You woke up to your alarm blaring loudly in your ear. Your eyes felt as if they were glued shut, you couldn’t open them to turn off your alarm. After a few attempts of trying to find your phone with your eyes closed, you reached over to Lando and shoved him, “Lando, turn it off. If it keeps ringing, I’m gonna kick both you and the phone into a wall!”

“Damn, someone’s already in a bad mood.” Lando mutters as he reaches across your body to grab your phone and mute it.

Finally, some peace and quiet. That was, until Lando’s own alarm started going off. You were already off your rocker and his alarm sent you off the edge. He was still hovering over you and setting your phone back down so you end up “accidentally” tossing him off the bed with your eyes shut. All you heard was the thud that came from his body hitting the floor.

Lando was so thrown off. He quickly stood up with his hands on his hips as he stared down at you. “Okay, I was gonna let you off for slapping me awake and making me turn off your alarm. But that was rude! You just tossed me off the bed. Not cool, babe.”

“Your fault for keeping me up for so long. Now I’ve had about 5 hours of sleep and you’re already on my nerves.”

“Since I’m so generous, I’ll let you sleep 10 more minutes. If you don’t wake up, I’ll be rolling you off the bed.” With that, he softly kisses your head and goes and gets ready for the day.

Lando had taken a shower and gotten dressed, so it was time to awaken the beast, aka you.

He quietly walked over to your sleeping figure and sat next to you. Gently, he places a hand on your back and slowly rubs it, letting you know it had been 15 minutes and that it was time for you to wake up. He was met with an annoyed groan and a swatting away of his hand.

“Okay, wake up. If you don’t get up now, I’ll make sure all the Celsius and coffee are hidden from you today.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” you side eye him.

“Oh I would.” He smiles cheekily.

“Piss off.” you, hitting him with a pillow, causing him to dramatically flop onto the floor.

“Damn, you make me fall all the time. I’m so unbelievably in love with you.” he says, trying to flash you a cheeky smile but you were not having it. You got out of bed and locked yourself in the backroom so you could get ready for the day.

After about 4 minutes, there was a knock on the bathroom door. Through muffled sounds, you could hear your boyfriend begging to be let in, “Baby, can you let me in please. I feel so lonely and bored. I want to hug you, please. Let me in, please. Let me innn, let me innnnnnn.”

As much as he was pissing you off, you loved him too much to leave him out there alone. Plus, you were sure he was going to break something, a bone, if he’s left unsupervised for too long. Opening the door, you watched as Lando slid down the door and onto the floor. He was leaning on the door with all his weight so he didn’t land gracefully.

“Oh would you look at that? I’ve fallen for you, again!” he laughs, still you’re not having it.

You go back to doing your makeup in the mirror. You’re focused on your eyeliner when you feel something, Lando, grab your ankles. He pulls himself closer and wraps himself around your legs.

“Koala mode. Oscah mode. Mark Webbah mode.”

“Off.” you try to shake him off.

“Not until you love me again.”

“I still love you, somehow. Get off.” you try and shake him off again.

“Please. Please. PLEEEAAASSSEE” he squeals.

“Lan! Up.”

Almost as if he were a soldier being commanded, he jumped up to his feet.

“I’m sorry, babe. Really, I am. I’ll make it up to you, promise.” he says, hugging you from behind and planting soft kisses on your shoulder and neck, “I shouldn’t have stayed up for so long and yelled so much. I’ll be better, I promise. Please, forgive me.” he’s gone all soft now, truly afraid he’s messed up.

You turn in his arms to face him, “Lan, listen to me, yeah? As much as your late night gaming can annoy me, I wouldn’t change it for the world. There’s a sense of peace I feel whenever I get to hear you talk and laugh. People would claw for pieces to get that type of peace. So don’t worry. I still love you and will continue loving you. Even if it means less sleep. You still owe me a Celsius though.” you smile at him.

His heart feels like it’s surrounded by butterflies. He loved hearing how much you love him and he’s relieved that you aren’t too mad at him.

He softly connects your lips with his. He only feels happy and safe when he’s with you. So he thanks god everyday for you. He also thanks god for the fact that you can be bribed with Celsius.

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orphicsun · 4 months ago

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hi hi

we all know ellie’s a loser but can we pls get some subtop ellie pretty please with a cherry on top :3

warnings: subtop!ellie, use of strap-ons(e!), accidental orgasms

Sex is a timeline, if you think about it in such a way.

The chase: it's either with a lover or a stranger who looks just right underneath party lights and with enough liquid courage in your system. Sometimes, it may be a simple 'are you in the mood?' from your spouse. The build-up: the one thing plenty of men can't seem to understand. You need to take a needle and thread to sex, gently weave in and out before you finish the entire thing. The urgency that pairs with the rise as you try to hold back your orgasm because the way your partner leaves those sloppy kisses on your neck isn't helping. The orgasm being the infamous matter and the usual goal, and then the fall. That steep fall back down to the green Earth.

With Ellie, though? Sex isn't a chronological timeline. It is defined with many pit stops that may affectionately annoy you and altogether frustrate you past your body's needy limits.

Your girlfriend is already on top of you, lounging casually between your legs. Your eyes are glued to the tv. It's something you take interest in, but Ellie is restless.

"Babe.." She pries her hands from underneath your waist from which they were wrapped around and playfully squeezes the fat of your boobs.

"Hm?" You give her half your attention, but it isn't enough. She is now seeking more.

"Closet trip?" Ellie suggests. It's code for "Can I the strap-on from the closet and fuck your brains out?"

You don't bite, though. It's the chase that you prolong. You know it's worth it to savor her, reel her in as she gives this her all. Because the second she is inside your silken heat, you know what happens.

Sex with Ellie isn't chronological.

"Right now?" You play dumb.

Ellie scoffs lightly; you're cute, though. "Yeah, right now. But..you can say no if you don't want to."

But even as she speaks, Ellie deflates and desperates all the same. She removes her hands from your tits to squeeze your sides, and then she simply frees you from her grasp. She is a smart cookie, you'll give her that.

“Sure. Lemme turn this show off.” Ellie is already rushing. to your closet. The chase was a victory.

Ellie's build-up is sliding through your fold and nudging at your clit until she can't stand it anymore, needing to be inside of you. Like I said, the sex Ellie gives you isn't the usual. The foreplay last night was nearly two hours worth, and now you get this.

"Can I put it in, babe?" Ellie offers the question with a neediness to her tone, offering you an out before..well, before the unique process of sex with Ellie.

"You wanna fuck me, Ellie? Are you gonna make me cum?"

She huffs a needy breath, panting like a dog into your ear. "Mmmhmm..wanna feel your pussy, pleasepleaseplease."

"C'mon, sweetie. I wanna feel you inside me already."

Ellie doesn't hesitate to spread your lips with the smooth tip of the toy until your slick coats it. Then she eagerly pushes into your hole, soft whimpers leaving her throat as if she can really feel you around her.

She has to freeze mid-stroke just to collect herself, not even bottomed-out in your tightness. She is losing all train of thought just being inside you, and is honestly a little terrified she may just start pounding into your cunt with reckless abandon. She has to control herself, though.

"Your pussy's so sweet, baby. It feels so good being in you..i love being in you.." she blabbers, half-incoherent.

You stifle a whimper. "Yeah? Can you start moving, Ellie?"

Ellie gives you a quick, enthusiastic nod and immediately begins to fuck you. You can't contain your moans at the feeling of her skin against yours, her own arousal noticeably dripping down the harness and her freckled, pale thighs.

And she fully loses her ability to do anything but move her hips as you leave scratch marks far down her broad back. It's own of your favorite features on her—despite her lean, janky build that you fantasize about when you're alone, her back is a contrast to it, and that is why it's always covered in pink scratch lines.

You're quite close after enough movements. Ellie is eager and fast, but it's that which turns you on. It's the way she mewls while she's deep in your pussy, the fact that she wants to be deep enough to make your cervix feel her the next day. You'll be sore from the sweet little, frankly sloppy thrusts she gives you. It's worth it, though.

But you know Ellie, you've done this many times before. You can't be surprised when she thrusts sputter until she ultimately stops on top of your body. She lets out a soft noise.

"S-Sorry, babe..I got really tired. Mind taking over for me?" She sounds almost like a puppy who got into the trash. It makes you clench around her despite the lack of friction.

"No problem." You find yourself soon situated on her lap, sinking back down onto her. The sight is something Ellie has to take a mental snap of and shamelessly finger herself when thinking of later—your hands supporting yourself so closely together that your tits are pressed in a delicious sight. Your hair is messy from previously just laying back against the pillow and taking her until now, and your lips.. they're moving towards her.

While you and Ellie share a wet, filthy kiss, the back of your thighs meet the edges of her waist. Your hips move slightly back and forth, raising and sinking back down. Your eyes flutter, half-lidded and struggling to stay open. Moments like these are the ones Ellie wants to open her sketchbook for and scratch away, wanting to capture each and every sensation and visual. It's impossible to replicate this moment, however.

Sex with Ellie isn't chronological at all. Before you're even feeling a sign of an impending orgasm from your body, she is shuddering beneath you, her body suddenly squirming before she goes still under you, slumped against the bed. The way you were moving must've rubbed her clit raw underneath her adornment.

You cease your movements. "Did you..?"

She nods and catches her breath. "Sorry. I can finish you off if you need?" She sweetly offers, grabbing your hips with those bony fingertips of hers, ready to flip you back over.

And the cycle begins.

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l0vergirlv0mit · 7 months ago

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power struggle | v.a

18+ mdni

switch!violet x switch!reader

contents/tw: angry sex, jealously, kissing, tribbing, check ins during sex🤭, strap-on, dirty talk, stanking, degrading, modern!vi??, handcuffs, name calling, praise.

an: stream of consciousness wrote this in a day. Hope you enjoy!!!

She pissed you off. Bad. Watching the trees passing by outside the window of the car you turned your back from her. Violet could feel the anger radiating off of you. Arms crossed and knee bouncing in an attempt to distract yourself. Her eyes flick from the windshield to you. She was trying to find something to say but you stop her when you make eye contact. Shooting her a dirty look.

“Don’t.” You huffed and look back out the window. “Honey I’m sorry I told you I didn’t know that’s what she was doing.” She tried to defend herself and she was being truthful but you couldn’t care right now.

“You’ll be real sorry when we get home.” Violet gripped the wheel tighter hearing your words. She’s be lying if she said she wasn’t excited. “Is that right?” Violet challenges you, your head whipping in her direction. You watch a small smirk spreads across her lips. She was making fun of you.

“You can do that shit with the girl from the bar not me.” You spit back at her sinking further in the seat starting to seeth. “If I knew she was flirting with me do you actually think i would’ve entertained her.” Violet tried consoling you but the fire was already lit.

“I don’t know Vi she seemed pretty entertained either way.” You thought back to how the girl oh so innocently bumped into your girlfriend and started talking to her like you weren’t even there.

“Oh cut the shit. You know I’d never do that.” Vi looks at you with annoyance. You don’t respond only shrugging which makes Violet increasingly more upset. Now here you are quiet in the car both silent and angry. When you finally get home Violet makes a show of going around the car and open your door huffing and puffing.

It was stupid really, but you still said “thank you” giving her the same attitude. The both of you quickly walk to the door, and as soon as it’s closed your pushing her up against it roughly kissing her. Vi obliges holding onto you just as roughly. You fumble trying to rip her jacket off and undo the buttons on her shirt. Your tongue dominating her mouth making her moan and pull at your hips.

You pull down her sports bra and pinch her hard bud between your fingers. She hisses at the stimulation. “You wanna fuck around and make other girls giggle like some whore?” Your tone was degrading and annoyed. Vi searched your eyes with hers, her lips parted and swollen and completely dazed. “How disappointing.” You say looking down at her breast as you toy with her meanly. Frustration bubbled in Vi’s chest at this “disappointing?”. She thought to herself were you being fucking serious.

She grabbed you by the back of the hair bringing you to look at her. “Maybe I fucking will seems like you get off on it sweet stuff.” Vi spit back at you as you look at her coldly. That was only half the truth and she could see it in your face. You liked feeling jealous it only made you want to claim her more. She lets out a low chuckle. Using the grip she has to pull you flush against her. “How slutty is that?” You wanna wipe the shit eating grin off of her face.

“Fuck you.” Now embarrassed you pinch her nipple harshly again, she twitches. She looks down at your hand and back at you her tongue running over her teeth. “Yeah fuck you too.” Vi attacks your mouth kissing you rougher than before letting out a growl. She scoops you up and walks you to your shared bedroom throwing you down on to the bed.

You prop yourself up on your elbows and furrow your brows. “Take that shit off.” You demand her nudging your head in her direction. She wasted no time to remove the rest of her clothes before pulling your top over your head and yanking down your pants. Vi hovers over your naked form going in to kiss your neck. You flip her over so she on her back and straddled her. Quickly grabbing both of her hands and pinning them above her head.

She lets out a struggled breath in surprise. You were quick but she could easily slip out of your grasp. But she’ll let you believe you have her just for now. “Babys upset isn’t she?” She tries agonizing you. Throwing a pout and bucking up her hips bouncing you to get a rise out of you. You grab her cheeks smooshing her lips together. “Babys fucking pissed.” You let go and smack her cheek softly. “I’m gonna use this pretty pussy and help you remember who you belong too.” You don’t talk to her like this very often so she absolutely gapping at you right now.

“Since your little slut brain seems to forget.” You let go of her wrist but she doesn’t move she just watches as you spread her legs apart and place yourself over her. You grind down at the slow pace pulling a whimper from her before speeding up and not giving her time to adjust. “Y-your so f-fucking ah- mean.” She’s straining to keep it together as you pound yourself into her, her abs flexing and chest heaving. Lewd noises fill her head. She tried to grab at your thigh and you smack her away.

“And who’s fault is that?” Violets looks at you like your crazy when you can’t help but let a smile slip. That same frustration she felt earlier clouded her senses again. She uses her strong arms to lift herself and restrain you. Slipping out from under you and pressing your face to the mattress. Grunting and whining in anger as she pulls both of your arms behind you. “Drop the fucking attitude. We both know you’re not winning this.” She leans over you her crotch pressed to your bottom. She was warning you, but you weren’t finished.

“What are you gonna fuck me like you wanted to do to that girl.” You struggled under her grip and she lands a hard smack to your cheek jolting you forwards. You let out a painful sob. “Ughh! Violet!” You screamed to her and she did it again. You stopped squirming trying to catch your breath instead. She places her hand next to your head leaning down again next to your ear. “Are we calmed down now?” All you do is huff in response and she rises laughing to herself in awe of how bratty you were being shaking her head.

When she starts rubbing the stinging skin getting ready to spank you again you speak up. “I’m calm!” You exasperated in a frustrated tone. “I’ll let you try that again sweetheart.” Vi wasn’t playing with you anymore. It takes you a second to actually calm yourself down to speak and Vis actively raising her hand. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry I’m calm now. Please.” You pleaded with her speaking softly.

She puts her hand down and lets go of your wrist. She peppered kisses on the red raised skin sweetly. “Normally I’d feel bad but you deserved that.” She spoke to you between kisses finishing with a pinch to your thigh. You groaned at the pain. Violet maneuvered you into your back placing her hand under your head hold you, getting your full attention. “I’ll let you be on top anytime you want but if you ever talk shit like that again, I’ll make sure you know your place.” The stern look in her eyes had you captivated nodding and biting your lip.

“Do you understand.” She spoke slow clear caressing your cheek sweetly. You nod again. “No I want words.” It feels like your sinking into the bed her with the way her eyes are boaring into your soul. “Yes ma’am.” You said meekly only feeling a bit better when she drops the stern expression and kisses your forehead. She gets up and you watch her move around the room going to your shared drawer of toys and accessories.

She pulls out a pair of cuffs and you whimper. “Come on V-“ You try to negotiate but you were quickly cut off. “I’ll bend you over my knee. I know you hate these that’s why I got them.” She was being cold towards you and you probably did deserve it after what you said. But still not getting to touch her was cruel. You furrow your brows as she cuffs your arms to the head board. She looks at your annoyed face looking up at your restraints. Laughing softly, “Fix that face sweetheart.” she says casually as she yanks your legs apart and throws one over her shoulder.

Her large muscular thigh spread on top of you. She sinks down slowly her pace painfully slow. “God your so wet. Being a pain in my ass really gets you off huh?” She smiles mischievously her eyes half lidded and head tilted to the side. You wish you could take a picture. The way she was grinding into you her abs flex with each motion of her hips. Slow languid rolls of her hips. You pull on your restraints yearning to feel her.

She watched as you throw your head back in pleasure and close your eyes the smile on her face growing wider. She speeds up leaning back to get just the right angle where your clits are bumping each other. “Oh- ngh f-fuck.” Your lips part as you pant. “Yeah? Is that good brat? Like when I fuck you like a whore?” You want to reply to her but she somehow she speeds up her thrust even more. Your eyes rolling into the back of your head tits bouncing. “V-Violet!” Your legs shake as she keeps her brutal pace. “I’ll take that as a yes.” Her shit head comments don’t even stop when she’s out of breath clit twitching against yours.

“It’s t-too ah- much.” You mumble hips stuttering. “It’s ok baby you can- fuck, take it.” Vis words were sweet but her tone told you you were going to take it whether or not it kills you. The knot in your tummy was tightening at an alarming rate threatening to snap at any moment. Your breathing accelerates as it washes over you; letting out a high pitched moan. Vi was wasn’t done with you just yet instead abusing your poor overstimulated clit until she came too. Leaving you shaking and whimpering until she was finished mumbling to herself. “G-god I love this p-pussy.”

Violet falls to the side of you wiping sweat off her forehead. You lull your head exhausted closing your eyes. “I’m not finished with you.” Vi says not even looking at you at this point she’s walking to the drawer. Stopping to pick up a miscellaneous shirt to wipe the sweat off her chest and abs. You let out a sad whimper watching her pull out the strap and secure it to her hips. “Don’t worry I’m taking the cuffs off.” She smiles like she doing you a grand gesture. “Oh goody.” You reply to her half annoyed half relieved.

“I’m gonna let that slide.” Vi says with a smile on her face most likely pussy drunk and desperate to feel you anyway. She unlocks the cuffs letting your hands free. You grab her and hold her to you just laying like that for a beat she wraps her arms under you nuzzling your neck. “You okay?” She asks kissing up your neck. “I’m sorry I said that.” She stops, giggling at your words. “Did I knock some sense into you?” She kisses your cheek and continues.

“It’s not gonna happen again right?” She’s back on you her hands slipping from out under you her arms caging you in. She looks down at you her hair falling in front of her. “No it’s not.” You tell her honestly. “Good.” With that she’s kissing your neck again biting and licking over the skin. She moves to the side of you and pulls you onto your side. Grabbing your leg, she hikes it up and presses herself against your back.

You let out sweet noises from her kissing your neck gently holding her head. She teases you with the tip of the dildo dragging it along your slit. You hum feeling her line herself up. “This what you want pretty girl?” She speaks softly into your ear and you nod. She inserts herself slowly and you hiss slightly at the sting of being stretched open. Violet kisses your shoulder, “I know, I know.” She let’s you adjust before giving small thrusts.

Her lips are relentless as she kisses every square inch of she can reach. “My pretty girl.” She whispers into your neck giving an experimental harder thrust to see if your ready. You moan in response when she hits that gummy spot inside of you. She’s smiling into your skin keeping the pace. Pushing back on her she get excited. “Yeah that feel good?” She pulls your leg higher laying deeper inside you.

You watch her bicep flex as she holds you up. “R-really good.” Turning your head back you capture her lips with yours. She groans into the kiss her softer lips contrasting the deep quick thrust she’s pounding into you. Your orgasm builds slowly violet getting the tell tale sign of your legs shaking. It fills her with insurmountable pride every time. She pulls away from your lips and you groan at her pouting. “I just wanna watch sweetheart.” Violet says oh so innocently as she send you over the edge falling apart on her.

You twitch and whine vi observes you with a awestruck look on her face. Hips helping you through it. Once you’ve come down she’s stroking your hair and pulling out slowly. You wince from being so sensitive and she gets up to drop the harness to the floor before coming back to bed to scoop you up and cuddle you.

Your half awake at this point curled up on her chest. You listen to her heartbeat eye fluttering open and closed trying not to fall sleep. She lays with you quietly before speaking again. “Lets go take a bath.” She whispers lips pressed against your head. “Uh uh.” Mumbling back you nuzzle into her further. She’s going to carry to you the bath either way but she’ll let you rest for now.

Thank you for reading!!

#violet x reader #violet arcane #vi smut #arcane smut #vi x reader

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gallavichsreddie1128 · 3 months ago

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If She Knew.....(Joel Miller)

Description: Y/N is Ellie’s big sister and is engaged to Joel behind her back. (Takes place in season 2)

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 1,300

Author’s Note: Will make this a series as the show goes on.

Y/N smirked and laughed as Ellie shouted that she was immune. She didn’t wanna be a bad influence and get away with crazy shit but that’s what big sisters are for. Tommy was annoyed with Ellie fucking around so much but glared at Y/N for encouraging Ellie but Y/N couldn’t take away the fun for Ellie. Y/N was keeping a secret from Ellie and felt guilty about it but knew that Ellie wouldn’t approve of it so she had to keep it a secret.

Y/N was dating Joel and had an engagement ring that she had to hide from Ellie. She hated keeping it from Ellie but she knew that Ellie would never forgive either of them if she found out. She already was on the fence with Joel and had been for awhile. “Ellie let’s go.” Y/N said to her sister who had no shame in screaming to the world that she was immune.

They all got back on their horses and headed back to town. Y/N smiled at the thought of Joel with his glasses and looking over the map and trying his hardest to help people out. Her smile dropped as she thought of the fact that she was keeping her relationship with Joel from Ellie.

Y/N walked into Joel’s office with a smile. He looked up at her, “Hey.” He said and removed his glasses. “Don’t stop on my account.” She said, swaying her hips as she walked over to him. “You’re a distraction.” He joked and she laughed as she got on his lap, his arms going around her waist. She leaned down and kissed him a few times, making him slap her ass, “It’s tempting.” He mumbles and she laughs, pulling away from the kiss.

“Can’t blame a lady for trying.” He sighed and stared at her, “How’s Ellie?” He asked and Y/N saw the sadness in his eyes. She hated the way Ellie was treating him but she was still young and hated being told what to do. “She’s okay. She’s shameless, that's for sure.” Y/N cupped Joel’s face. “She’ll come around.” She mumbled before giving him a passionate kiss. Joel kissed back and squeezed her ass, causing her to gasp. He took this opportunity to slide his tongue in her mouth.

Her hands moved to his salt and pepper hair before tugging at it a little, making him groan. “We can’t. Not here.” He mumbled against her lips. She sighed but pulled away from his lips. “Have you been wearing your ring?” He asked and she shrugged, “Not around Ellie, I don’t want her to ask questions.” She looked down, the last part coming out as a whisper. Joel cupped her face, “I get it. I never have to hide it from her. I barely see her.” She gave him a sad smile, “I’m sure that if she found out that’ll give her more leverage to avoid me and start avoiding you.” Y/N sighs at his words but knows that he was right.

“Yeah I don’t think she’d approve either.” She whispered and shook her head, “The age difference is a big thing but the fact that we’ve kept it from her for so long…I just know that she would hate us even more.” Y/N knew that this wouldn’t help Joel’s feelings but they can grieve together. The truth was that Ellie was going to find out eventually, whether they liked it or not.

“You going?” Y/N asked Ellie as she did her hair in the garage. Y/N wanted to laugh about how much Joel despised Ellie living in it but held it back. The garage was very nice but it was an escape from everything..from Joel. “Possibly.” Ellie said and looked at her big sister. “I think you should, maybe you can make a move on Dina.” Y/N winked at Ellie who flushed red. “Oh my god.” She groaned and Y/N laughed before there was a knock at the door.

Y/N knew it was Joel but looked at Ellie, “Come in.” Ellie said and seemed shallow. Joel entered and tried to hide his awe at Y/N. She looked beautiful. Ellie didn’t even look at Joel when she spoke which hurt his feelings but then he offered to fix her guitar strings and Y/N saw that Ellie felt bad. “I’ll see ya there.” Y/N told her as she left the garage with Joel. “She hates me.” “Joel” Y/N hated that he felt that way about the situation and frankly Ellie would warm back up to him.

“She barely looked at me, Y/N.” He said once they were inside the house. “I know and I know how you feel but she will come around.” Y/N tried to plead but Joel wasn’t having it. He shook his head and sat down on the couch, putting the guitar down. Y/N walked over to him and got in his lap. “You look so beautiful.” He whispered to her and she smiled.

“Yeah? Maybe you should do something about it, Miller.” She teased him and he pulled her closer so they could kiss. She moaned softly into the kiss, finally relieved that they had alone time. Their kiss got more heated and she pulled away, “Joel, I would have sex with you anywhere but I prefer the bed.” She whispered in his ear before playfully biting it.

“Joel.” She moaned softly in his ear as he fucked her. “Feels so good, baby.” She whimpered and closed her eyes, focusing on the sounds of him groaning in her ear. His hips weren’t going fast but hard and slow, just how she liked it. They had time to spare while Ellie was at the party. Her hands gripped his back, making him groan.

“Your pussy feels incredible.” He told her and she clenched around him, causing him to grunt. “Fuck, do that again.” He demanded and she did, this time he moaned. A sound that she loved and always made it her mission to get him to make those sounds.

“Joel, I’m close.” She warned as she felt her climax approaching, it was then that his hips picked up speed to help her. “Cum for me.” He begged and her eyes rolled as she did. He knew just what she would do and stared at her reaction that helped him reach his peak. He groaned her name loudly as he came. “Fuck.” She giggled and pulled him in for a kiss.

“Do I look like I’ve just had hot sex?” She asked Joel as she fixed her hair. He chuckled, “No, should we go again?” She laughed at the joke before pulling him outside and to the event. When they got there, it was at the right time. Ellie and Dina were kissing and Seth had called them dykes which made Joel freak out and push him.

Ellie was mad about that and Y/N could see it on her face but this was her baby sister so she was going to protect her, “Get the fuck out.” She growled at Seth. “What the hell are you guys doing?” She asked Joel and Y/N. Before Y/N could speak Ellie was already talking, “I don’t need your help.” Y/N opened her mouth to say something but closed it, realizing that Ellie could protect herself but it was the big sister instinct in her.

“Right.” Joel said before leaving Y/N walked after him calling his name. “Joel.” He turned to her, “She hates me, Y/N. There's your proof.” He told her and she sighed, “Joel, she even snapped at me. She wanted to look big in front of Dina.” Y/N tried to reason but Joel grunted something and started walking. Y/N knew that there was no way for her to prove it without Ellie but she knew that Ellie didn’t hate Joel.

#pedro pascal #the last of us #the last of us season 2 #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #joel miller imagine #pedro pascal x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller the last of us

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megapteraurelia · 1 month ago

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roommates!osasuna who take care of you so well when you're on your period. it takes only a slight wince from the pain, a shift of muscles to accommodate the ever-lasting ache in your back, your stomach, your thighs, maybe even just a sigh that's a tiny bit too heavy, and osamu's clocked it immediately. heating pad? water bottle? food? he's on it within a millisecond. in fact, he even keeps tabs on your water intake and threatens to hydrate you, pushing up a glass of water towards your lips his voice scolding, "you drink one glass or i pour it in yer mouth."

he's into that, you know, but you ignore it in favour of the heated look he gives you when your tongue spills out to catch any drops.

suna notices second, flopping on top of you like a weighted blanket, his cheek mushed against yours, entirely unhelpful in removing himself when your hands press against his chest, even though his warmth and the heaviness of his limbs was soothing to your body. but you'd rather die than admit it to suna rintaro, who would hold his magical body above your head or worse, make you beg for it.

and when you groan about your cramps killing you, his voice is flat when he asks, "want me to fight your uterus?"

roommates!osasuna who rub your stomach and thighs with heavy pressure; osamu's big hand gliding under your shit, his palm warm against your skin. suna massages your legs, half-asleep, barely looking but with careful weight like he knows exactly where you get tense, how to get you to arch your back when your muscles hurt so good under his fingertips. you always end up in the middle between these two: suna's typically sprawled over your legs, osamu's got an arm slung over your waist and his face buried in your neck, the soft exhale grazing your skin like a love claim.

roommates!osasuna who are so obnoxiously unbothered when you're snappy and cranky that it drives you even more insane.

when you yell at suna for breathing too loud, he raises an eyebrow, unimpressed face pissing you off even further, "do you need a nap or something in your mouth?"and you chuck a pillow at him, but over the soft fringe of the cushion, his eyes never stray from yours until you give him a definitive no. most of the time, you end up giving in, if only because you enjoy the way he gets you to pant around his fingers.

"still wanna bitch about how loud i breathe," he huffs, fingers digging into your hips, "when you're the one who's whining like crazy now?"

osamu, though, doesn't get sassy with you. he just gets up all in your face when you're grumpy, when you mumble things that suspiciously sound like you're challenging him, annoyed, snappy and his breath fans over your face, voice soft and quiet, "ya wanna fight or cuddle?"

he's down for both — holds you down until you've cried your emotions out, his big arms caging you in so you couldn't escape, not until your fists open up against his chest and hold his shirt instead of your own fingers, until you fall asleep with wet eyelashes and snot that you haven't sniffled up yet.

roommates!osasuna who circle around you, attentive and soft-handed. you were grateful at first, but now? your nerves are raw, thighs aching, your medicament only having dimmed your pain and god, they're lounging around you on the bed, offering you space, when you don't want space. yet, they kept hovering around you today, caressing your hair and then moving away before you could nuzzle into their touch. it annoys you to no ends.

a noncommittal grum escapes you and osamu reaches out with one hand, tracing soft circles on your temple in a warm massage, "still hurtin', sweetheart?"

you huff and turn around to face him, face burying in his shirt. suna stretches beside you, his hand falling in your face, and you slap it away, "am fine."

your tone's clipped, trying to sound flat, and it has suna glancing over to you from his spot, eyes sharp under heavy lids. he doesn't move, but that's the problem.

neither. of. them. do.

osamu doesn't push, his hand still carding through your hair, his thumb dragging back and forth in a soft swipe on your forehead. but suna?

suna watches you a second longer, then cocks his head, "you've been sulking for hours. so what is it?"

your jaw tightens, and you don't answer.

"just say it," he clicks his tongue, unimpressed.

"i said i'm fine."

"no, you said it like a little liar."

osamu lets out a breath, something close to a little quiet laugh, and his digits dance on your skin, down from your forehead to your jaw to your throat. the way the tip of his fingers hover softly over the rhythmic moving of your pulse has warmth seep through your skin and run along your veins.

"sweetheart," he murmurs, and dips down to brush his lips against your clothed shoulder, "i think i know."

you refuse to speak again. you can't, more like it. your throat's too tight and your cheeks too hot, hating how they manage to read you, even when you try to stay quiet on purpose.

the pillow next to your head dips and suna leans over you, his hair trying to follow gravity as it brushes your forehead. he was entirely too close and his voice was a low drawl that curls around you and under your flesh, "you always get this grumpy when you want something and won't ask for it. are you waiting for us to figure it out, or are you going to stop being a brat and finally use your words?"

you bare your teeth at him, "don't start."

"too late," he grins a little, entirely mocking, entirely annoying, and it makes you want to throw a pillow at him again, except your limbs are too heavy and your pride currently too fragile.

a soft press of fingers into your skin, "c'mon, sweetheart. ya don't hafta fight us so hard. just tell us what ya need, hm?"

biting the inside of your cheek, you scowl, stubborn to the pull in your chest. it's not that you don't want their hands on you, because you do, so very badly. but now when they look at you like they know you've been aching and they know that you want to be close and connected, want to suffocate in their presence, feel them all over you and all around you, it makes your ears burn with something that could be interpreted as embarrassment.

you almost want to say no again, if only to not have to bare yourself like that, to ignore the way they try to draw it out of you so gently. a secret folded like an origami, them pulling at the corners.

"it's not me," your voice was quiet, trying to hide the dejected tone, "you're the ones who are acting weird. you keep touching me and then act like i'm gonna fall apart."

osamu's hand stills for a second, but when he moves, it's slower and with more pressure. "we didn't wanna push ya, sweetheart."

"well, push me."

suna tilts his head, searching for his eyes and for a moment, his gaze is uncharacteristically serious, "you need more than you're willing to say, baby, yeah?"

"but that doesn't mean i don't want it," you mumble, lips pressed together.

"yeah," he says and lets himself fall next to you. his weight jostles the bed, but you pay it no mind as you face him. his hand comes up to squish your cheeks together, "but we got rules about that, remember? as much as i really would love to know the nasty shit your pretty little head gets up to, we can't read your mind."

your face heats up, the warmth blooming across your neck and chest. you don't retreat this time, though, fingers wrapping around his wrist but not to pull him away, just to touch him, to feel him and make sure he doesn't leave again. suna stills under your touch, his breath catching a little. he loves playing coy, but now — he wasn't expecting you to give in to his teasing.

osamu leans over from your other side and threads his hand through sunarin's hair. his fingers move gently, not just affection clear in the soft handling but also partly silent praise. suna's body shifts just a little, any tension in his shoulders slipping easily underneath osamu's hands.

"turn yer back to me, sweetheart."

you listen easily; osamu's hand helping your hips to turn to face suna, nose almost touching sunarin's, breathing in the air he breathes out, and when rintaro cups your mound with his hand, it's like he's holding you.

one hand of osamu's comes round to hold your belly, apply pressure right where you've been aching, his other snakes its way underneath your body to squeeze your tender chest, hand massaging the soft well with intention, thumb rubbing over your nipple slowly.

there's pressure building up in your throat and your nose itches, a pricking at your lash line from the sudden overwhelming sensation surrounding you: of hands that want to make you feel good, of bodies that engulf you like you're something precious, of soothing voices and lips that kiss the tears away, and when rintaro leans forward to slot his mouth over yours, you find it's done so with the utmost tenderness. the hand holding your face is warm, his tongue is warmer as it dips into your mouth again and again.

"you can let go, baby, turn that brain off, just let go."

something rises inside you at their touches, at the way suna's fingers slip into your shorts and rub your clit in featherlight circles, at the way osamu's hand feels around at your entrance, fingertips caressing the ring of muscle, collecting each drop that threatens to slip out to stuff it back into you, using the fluidity of your period to help him against the resistance.

his digits reach deep, slow, voice heavy against your ear as he shushes you, and sunarin's right there, swallowing your cries with his kisses like he could return your outbursts of pleasure.

when you arch against rintaro, it's a soft one. a high that hugs you, that's not like a crash, but a wave that crests and lingers, warm and weightless. your breath stutters, and it's caught between a sigh and a whisper, and they're right there with you: steady hands, grounding touch, lips brushing over your temple, another set on your throat.

"there ya go, sweetheart, calm, calm."

and they pull that out of you again and again, until you're a pliable mess between them, until osamu's easing himself into and rin's cock is trapped between your thighs, nestled against your puffy, swollen clit and your filled pussy, until they're both grinding and spill all over and inside you, too.

slick thighs, squelching noises, fullness everywhere, warmth in your belly the way osamu holds you, suna's fingers that wipe your tears, until your mouth falls open, eyes squeezed shut tight and you allow your thoughts to escape you.

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TAGLIST | @sodaneko ; @takes1 ; @sugacor3 ; @boktuoafterdark ; @classicalelephant ; @pomigranit ;

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loveanddeepsecrets · 5 months ago

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Aftercare after surgery 🦷

How the LADS men would care for you right after you get your wisdom teeth removed.

OG credit goes to @jinwoosbabyboo. Ty anon for making me aware of this!

tags: sfw, fluff, gn! reader, Sylus, Rafayel, Caleb, Zayne, & Xavier x reader

word count: ≈1,045

Caleb

He'd be the most entertaining knowing how you bore easily. From card games, to video games, to tv marathons, the first few days of recovery fly by.

Insisted you get the procedure done in Skyhaven so you can recover at his place, it’s a lot roomier anyway

Is in stitches laughing on the ride home as you both joke around while you’re still high from the anesthesia

Bought a special recliner for you to sleep on the first night post op

Very attentive caretaker; routinely fluffing your pillows, changing your gauze, and refilling your glass of water

Likes the challenge of cooking a “no solid foods” meal

Is absolutely teasing you over how swollen your cheeks are

Still makes a point to tell you how beautiful you are

Boy, can this man YAP

He knows he can be quite chatty, but can’t resist annoying you a little when you can’t talk back. “…There was that one time I lost a bet with Gideon, but that’s a story for another day. I’ve been talkin’ your ear off for 10 minutes.” “mmph..” “What’s that? You wanna hear more about the bet? Okayyy pipsqueek…”

Massages your temples when the pain meds wear off before you can take them again

Ends up falling asleep next to you in the giant recliner during a Food Network marathon

Rafayel

Raf’s probably the most smothering of the five since he admits he’s not the best at taking care of others and would be mortified if he had any part of your recovery not going well. He’s a lavish man after all, your comfort is important to him.

You resting anywhere other than his California king bed is out of the question!

Is incredibly gentle and soothing when changing out your gauze; lots of words of encouragement

Constantly checking in to make sure you’re comfortable

Tries really hard not to laugh when he uses bags of frozen vegetables as cold compress on your cheeks. Says you look like a cute puffer fish

Keeps forgetting you shouldn’t talk for the first 24 hours but then gets mad when you try answering him when he asks you something

Is really excited for the next couple of days when you can eat more solid foods. He’s been meaning to make you a special fish soup he discovered on one of his exhibitions abroad

Drew a tiny sketch of you as a sleeping puffer fish during your nap

Would literally fan you if you felt too hot

Loses kitty cards on purpose

Since he has you bedridden, he bought several magazines to take silly quizzes bc “That’s what they do in the movies, yeah?”

Zayne

Easily the most equipped to take care of you in this situation let’s be fr. He’s firm, yet gentle and your downtime is quick and painless.

Has you on a tight schedule: nap, rinse, gauze, meds, nap, rinse, eat, gauze, repeat

You don’t even bother trying to speak. He already had a white board and marker placed on your nightstand when you got home from surgery

Has you pick whatever drama you want to watch when you finally slept off the anesthesia

Is even more lenient with the amount of sweets you can have since smoothies are the only “healthy” meal you can eat right after surgery

Is really all cuddles outside of the strict routine of dressing your wounds/taking meds

Shadow puppet show (again 🥲)

Lots and lots of kisses! Cheeks, forehead, eyelids, nose; he just wants you to get better

Places his hands on your cheeks and uses his evol as a cold compress just this once

Secretly counting down the days til he can properly kiss you again

Is still a workaholic and reviewing reports on his laptop, but takes your temporary silence as an opportunity to listen to some of your favourite music together. In a way, it’s like you’re still talking to him

Xavier

He's no medical professional by any means, but he's not as clueless as he lets on. When it comes to your safety and well being, he takes looking after you pretty seriously. Under his care, you get the most sleep you've gotten in your life.

Sets up the pull out couch so you won’t have to walk around as much

Still brought you flowers and a “Get well soon” card, despite the fact that he’s the one taking care of you

Thinks you look especially cute with swollen cheeks and surrounded your sleeping form with plushies mid nap

Is especially proud of himself for making you breakfast and dinner— it’s really hard to mess up instant oatmeal and mashed potatoes

It takes everything within him not to poke your cheeks and say “chubby bunny”

Chooses to play collaborative 2-player games bc he knows you hate it when he lets you win

Gets in bed to join in on your (med induced) naps

Has you snuggle his waist as you two look through comic books

Follows along with your mushy diet because he’d feel so bad eating solid foods in front of you

Thought refrigerating a face mask would be a relaxing alternative to cold compress packs (and of course he tried one too)

Sylus

Full on princess treatment. Quite literally wouldn’t let you lift a finger. It’s as if you had hip replacement surgery.

Refuses to let you walk, even after the anesthesia wears off. He carries you to any and every room

He knows it’s a minor surgery, but it didn’t stop him from buying the fluffiest pillows, comfiest weighted blankets, plushiest robe, and smoothest silk eye mask

Brushes/ plays with your hair while you sleep

Despite your temporary dietary restrictions, you still eat like a Michelin inspector thanks to his private chef

Spoon feeds you

Is the only LI aside from Caleb who can understand your muffled speech

Programmed Mephisto to set reminders to take your meds and switch out your gauze

Tucks you in *every time* you decide to lay back in bed

Turned one of his rooms into a spa. Dark, yet calming from the soft lighting of candles, crystal singing bowls from a white noise machine, and aromatherapy

Relishes in you earnestly needing his help

Bought out a full service salon for the next day to give you every service they offer

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missmanlykink · 2 months ago

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i know you want it | steve harrington ✿

MDNI - 18+ | navigation - m.list 𝜗୧ | REQUEST OPEN !

summary: While your boss is away, You and Steve are alone, Steve convinces you to had sex with him…again.

paring: co-worker!steve x reader

wc: 2k

warnings: smut, pinv, unprotected sex (do this irl AND reader is on birth control) dry humping, fingering, sorta public sex but not really, friend or co-workers with benefits, swearing, reader tries to convince herself she wasn’t want to get dug out by steve

a/n: so this is my first smut so it’s probably really shitty LOL :p, you have any critiques lmk bc i need all the help i can get lol (this was cross posted on ao3 @/freddiebensonsgf) - aydella

NSFW UNDER THE CUT - MINORS DNI </3

“I have to go out of town and get some supplies, i’ll be gone for a couple of hours,” your boss announces as he walks from behind the Scoops Ahoy front counter. “And don’t go fooling around. Tend to our guest please” he demands, with a knowing look, as if he knows exactly what you and Steve do when he's not there. “Aye aye captain!” Steve replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes at your boss's rules.

As soon as your boss is out of your line of vision, you feel the presence of your brunette co-worker right behind you, he is so close you almost feel his broad chest flat against your back. “What do you want, Steve?” you try your best to sound annoyed so maybe he can leave you alone. “Oh, nothing! Just a little bored, I wanna have some fun…what about you?” you can hear the slick smile in his voice, you both know exactly what kind of fun he’s talking about. The kind of fun you had basically every week.

This always happens when it’s just you and Steve working, when Robin and your boss aren't there, you both end up going into the breakroom, ripping each other's clothes off and rutting into each other like you were feral, it was becoming a problem. Every single time you and Steve were in the same room, with no one else around, it’s like a switch flips inside of you.

“C’mon..I know you want it” he purrs, while stroking the back of your forearm, leaving goosebumps across your skin. After all of the time you guys have gotten together, he knows exactly what gets you going. You feel his breath fan across the back of your neck, that feeling in your stomach starts stirring, traveling down into your sex making you wetter and wetter.

“No. I told you the other day, that was the last time, Steven.” you argue, trying to convince yourself you don’t want this. He scoffed at the use of his formal name. He removes his hand from your arm, shifts from behind you, and stands next to you, he looks at you with that sexy, lustful look in his eyes, the look that always makes your skin burn. “You and I both know you don’t mean that.” he laughs, it pisses you off that actually he’s right. You turn to face him fully, you look into his brown eyes, and sigh in defeat. He knows exactly what to do to get you wet, all of your spots, where to touch and what to stay. Maybe it’s not that bad. One more time.

You tip your head down and grab the back of your neck staring at the dirty tile floors you stood on, “Go flip the sign.” you demand while walking into the backroom, you didn't see him but you heard him racing to flip the sign to ”closed” so you can both commit to your weekly “love-making” session. Your boss would be so pissed.

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You sit down on the dingy couch that sat against the wall in the back room and wait for Steve to follow after you, flopping down right next to you, he immediately gets to the point and grabs your waist and sits you down on the growing bulge in his shorts and you straddle him, he grabs the back of your neck and smashes your lips against yours, you part your mouth so his tongue can dive inside, every inch of your skin was on fire and you needed Steve to cool you down. His swollen, wet lips left yours and met your jaw, trailing down to your neck, leaving kisses and little bites as he made his way to your collarbone.

You drag your throbbing sex across his bulge, you whimpering as you try to grind out the heat that built up inside you, and you feel your cotton covered pussy getting damper. Steve’s hips bucked up, rutted his clothed cock up against you, he left your neck to look up at your face twist up in pleasure, “Fuck, you’re so beautiful” he moaned out. You open your eyes and watch his chest go up and his head throw back into the cushion behind him, this was better than any porno you had ever seen.

You grab his warm hands, and slide them under your shirt, his fingers caressing your soft skin, tracing them over your lacy bra, “Can I…” he asked while stroking your hard nipples that were hidden by your bra, you take your bottom lip in between your teeth and nod. He grabs the hem and gently lifts your shirt off you and throws it to the other side of the couch, his lips part as he scans you, he does almost every time you fuck, but still end up getting bashful.

Steve grabs your waist and flips the two of you over, so that he’s on top, he sits on top of your hips, and reaches for the bottom of his shirt to tug it off, you sit up with your forearms to really take in the view. As much as he is a loser, he’s still so sexy. “What are you staring at?” he teases and tosses his shirt next to yours,“You, i guess,”you flirt. He lowers himself down, and hovers over you “Yea?” he asked seductively, you nod as he starts to kiss you chest, you shiver from the contact, he reaches behind your back and unclasps your bra, slowly peeling the garment off of your perky breasts.

His eyes darkened with lust, he grabs you right boob and starts kneading it softly dragging his thumb across your nipple and his hot, warm tongue licks a stripe across your left one, that move right there earned a sweet whimper from your lips, arching your back against him as he played with your chest. His pretty mouth sucking on your hardened nipples, circling his finger around them, “P-Please, Steve, oh fuck,” you almost scream out. He gives you the most smug look on face as he sits up from the work he was doing on your breasts, and hooks the elastic band of your shorts with his fingers and tugs them down.

He grabs your knees and spreads your legs open to get himself comfortable between them, so he can rub his fingers against the wetness that seeped through your white panties, his lips gap as he strokes your clit through your underwear, you’re about to cover your mouth with your shaking hand to muffle your moans, but he grabs your hand “Don’t cover your mouth, I wanna hear you,”

He slides your panties down your thighs and watches the wet patch peel off of your soaking wet cunt, his looks absolutely transfixed by your evident arousal. He grabs your panties and tucks them in his pocket as he uses his other hand to open your legs so he can get a nice view of your leaking pussy, you head falls back to the cushion, panting in preparation

He places his soft lips onto the skin of inner of your thighs, peppering kisses across your delicate skin, He licks his bottom lip and dives into you, licking a long, warm stripe against your pussy lips, your hips lift as you mewl out, but Steve pushes them back into the couch, lifting his finger to plays in the wetness seeping from your cunt, “That’s so hot..” he sighs out, circling his thumb around your swollen clit, and two of his fingers slowly in your hole, pumping them in and out.

You rasp out a little moan as he goes in for more and laps your sensitive pussy, you grab a handful of his beautiful hair and pull his head down, rocking against his face uncontrollably, that feeling in your stomach got bigger and your hips start to stutter, your legs are shaking, he whimpers against you from the pressure of your tugging his hair, that noise sent you over the edge, bucking his hips up into his face, whimpering out his name “Yes, yes, yes- Oh fuck-“ you scream out as your climax hits like a fucking tsunami.

You remove your hands from his hair and flop back onto the couch and sigh, panting from the biggest oragasm you've had in a while, Steve takes his fingers out of your pussy, sits up and looks at you in absolute awe, ”That was the most sexiest thing that’s ever happened to me” he says, his flushed red face is practically dripping from your arousal. You smile at him, then notice the rock hard bulge in his pants, that's begging for a release.

“Take off your shorts,” you say lazily, tapping his thigh, he nods vigorously, and takes off his blue sailor bottoms as fast a possible, add them to the pile of clothes at sat beside you guys, you almost drool at the sight of the outline of his big cock poking through his boxers. He got down and situated himself back in between your legs, hovering over you.

You reach out your hand to rub his raging hard on through the fabric of his boxers. Closing his eyes, he gasps softly as he bucks his hips into your fingers. You dip your hand into his boxers and grab his wet, hard dick, dragging your pointer finger across the slit of his leaking tip, he whimpers out a quiet “Fuck-“ as he ruts into your hand faster, gasping for air.

Pulling his dick fully out, and pumping your fist, gliding it up and with his sticky hot pre-cum, he’s biting his bottom lip, trying to hold back his pretty whimpers. He slides closer to you, settling his cock between your still wet pussy lips, you gasp from the contact, breath heavy and shaking, drowning in pleasure. You whine as Steve starts teasing your cunt, sliding his dick against you.

You grab his arms and pull him closer, your sweaty chests pressed up against each other, panting. He tucks his head into the nape of your neck and groans softly into your ear. You feel his fingers slowly pressing his cock in your pussy, as wet as you are, you still gasp at the feeling of his big dick stretching you out. You hear his breath hitch as he pushes himself deeper and deeper into your cunt, “Ah,” he gasps “You’re so- Fuck- tight” he sputters out, grabbing your hips and slowly starts rocking into you.

You lock your legs around his hips, as his pace starts to speed up, all you could hear in the room was skin slapping against each other, wet gushing noise, and loud moans pouring from your mouths. Steve sits up slightly and presses your hips down into the couch so he could get the angle to hit that spongy spot deep inside you, making you moan even louder.

Steves finger found your clit and began to rub circles around it, earning him a loud moan from your sweet lips, and you started to get that feeling twist up in your stomach, and you could tell he was about to come to by the way his thrusts get sloppy and sloppier, his pants and whimpers are louder, his hair is sticking to his forehead, as he shoves his hips against yours.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop- I’m almost there,” you gasp, lifting your hips to meet him, “Shit, me too,” he pants out, he pounds into harder, the couch is creaking underneath you. You back arched up into Steve as he fucks the living daylight out of you, rubbing your sensitive clit even harder, he starts to baffle out your name, little gasp and fucks, groaning into your neck. His hips start to stutter as you both cum, you start seeing stars and grasping on to each other.

Steve slowly fucks out the high, as you whine underneath him. He lies down on top of you, while you both come down from the insanely hot sex you had. You sigh and mutter our lazily “Ok, that was the last time.” Steve laughs into chest, “Yea, right.”

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#⋆˚ ✿ aydella hearts steve ♡ ⁺𝅄 𓊆 #steve harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #stranger things #stranger things smut #stranger things x reader

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erwinsvow · 6 months ago

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you'd never really put this much effort in at other houses. while you're scrubbing the countertops to remove every last bit of evidence that someone—anyone—had made a mess there, you think about the other houses you used to babysit for.

used to, since there was no need to babysit anymore. mister cameron, who will always remain mister cameron—no matter how much he reminds you to call him rafe—actually pays you double what your other families did. he's a busy guy. you know this for a fact—single dad and some big business guy that people in town used to talk about all the time when you used to listen—so he'd have last minute emergencies and random business calls all the time.

his exact words had been something along the lines of "don't wanna share you with anyone else," but even thinking about that encounter makes your face burn with so much intensity that you think you're going to collapse. that's not what he meant, obviously, he was trying to tell you in nicer words that it was annoying when you replied to his texts explaining how another family had booked you already for that night. so when he upped your rate and said that he'd even pay to say no to others, just in case, you would have been really stupid to say no.

you don't hear much about him anymore, when you're out and about. you spend so much time at the cameron house that your own little apartment seems like nothing more than a bed and a place to get ready before leaving. you practically eat three meals a day with the baby, so even your grocery shopping is in that part of town—all organic, expensive places where you talk to the baby and try to get her opinion on which vegetable puree she'd like to try this week.

it's kind of like playing pretend. no, it's really like playing pretend. you used to dress in the normal, comfortable clothes that were sufficient for babysitting every other family—overalls and sneakers—but now you don't fit in unless you're in a pretty dress and nice sandals. you stay in one outfit from when you show up before mister cameron leaves to when you drive home at the end of the night.

that's the other thing—your car. you've made it work with the same one since you could first drive. it's a little rusty, a little dinged up, but safe as can be. it's nothing fancy but it got you around. but now you do other things for rafe that you never did for other families—grocery shopping and errands and the occasional doctor's appointment if rafe really, really can't make it. you don't mind at all—it's fun to play pretend and you love her like she's your own, but mister cameron tries to make it to every appointment himself, because he really cares about his daughter. it's admirable because you don't see it in every single household.

you hadn't thought there was anything wrong with your car until one day you couldn't get the air conditioning to work, and the back window got jammed and the baby looked so uncomfortable that you had to skip out on whatever you were supposed to do that day. when mister cameron came home that night you apologized so much that you started crying—because really, you never thought there was something wrong with your car and you didn't want to make the baby drive in the heat, just in case. you think he'll be mad, there's no groceries and his suit is still at the cleaner's, and the lotion that you use every night after bathtime has ran out and there'll be none for tomorrow—but he's not.

he's not mad at all. he seems... tired. he seems worried. the first thing he asks that night is if you and the baby are okay. when you nod, afraid that this is the calm before the storm, he sighs.

"good. that's all i care about," and the way he says it—you believe him right away. maybe that's the night your little crush on mister cameron started forming. it'd always been there in the background, you'd be an idiot of massive proportions to deny it. but it felt different somehow, watching him roll up his sleeves and pulling out whatever ingredients there were left over to make dinner with, something that you normally tried to have done every night for him, while telling you to take a seat.

that night he asks about your car—how old is it, when'd you get it, how many miles. do you like the model? would you want bigger, smaller, a different color? it's just conversation—he probably likes cars with the way there's a really nice in the garage under a sheet and a nice but safer one that he takes to work everyday.

(while he's cooking pasta and cutting vegetables, you try to get up and help, but he meets your eyes and shakes his head. wordlessly, you obey and sit back down.)

that's the first night things felt different. you drove home a little giddy, later than normal, stomach full and heart a little too happy that you found it in yourself to finally have a real, nice conversation with mister cameron. you're as shy as they come but your interactions with him are limited—before work, a phone call at lunch (though recently, his first question hasn't been about the baby... it's been how are my girls?), and after work before you leave.

it feels good to know that you're doing something right, that you're good at this even on your bad days. you make a point to leave your place extra early that week, stopping at the pharmacy and picking up the lotion so it's one less thing to worry about. your window still won't roll down and you'll have to figure out how to get the groceries delivered, crossing your fingers that it doesn't cost that much more.

you show up a couple minutes early and go inside to sort out the stuff for the baby before she wakes, when you find mister cameron in the nursery.

"good morning," you say quietly, though it comes out a little above a whisper. she's still sleeping, even though you haven't glanced in the crib, you know her schedule like the back of your hand.

"hey, kid," he says, and your heart starts to thud a little faster. mister cameron's nicknames for you don't make an appearance everyday but for some reason, it has today. he hovers over the crib, watching the baby's chest rise and fall with each breath. you go over to join him, placing the lotion on the dresser. he notices the bottle and turns back to you. "you didn't have to do that."

"she needs it," you reply quietly. "it's the only one she likes. and i was up early anyways."

"thank you." it comes out with such sincerity that you're a little taken aback.

"of course, mister cameron. it's nothing," you smile up at him. he glances back at you, smiling and then turning to his daughter again. "i'm gonna go start on her breakfast."

you make your way to the door when he says your name.

"there's keys on the kitchen counter, and the car's in the garage. i'd like it if you started using that car instead."

and really—how are you supposed to respond to that? you stammer out an 'of course, mister cameron' and go downstairs, crossing your fingers that he made a mistake, or that he wants you to drive his car until you fix yours and he'll take the nice one tucked away in the garage.

but when you make it to the counter, and then head to the garage, your eyes nearly fall out of your head. a brand new pair of car keys, to match the brand new car in the garage. your arguments fall on deaf ears—this is way too much for anyone. yes, you're pretty much throwing money away by still paying rent and the cost of getting your car fixed could probably be enough to start paying for a better one, but this is too much. way too much. it's not normal. right?

but you have no one to ask. the baby's not old enough for playdates, and the girls who replaced you at your old houses are pretty much all high school seniors. on mister cameron's side of town, there's only nannies and au pairs, and they'd probably think you're crazy for turning down such a nice gesture.

and it is a nice gesture. mister cameron listens to every word you say, even when you're not paying attention to your own sentence. the car is exactly how you described—the color you wanted, the size you said would be nice one day incase there's ever a playdate or another baby or whatever the case may be. it's shiny and brand-new and completely undeserving of you. but he doesn't listen.

somewhere along the next month, you realize you could get really used to this. mister cameron does have a point—you're taking care of his daughter every day, so it only makes sense to make sure she's as safe as can be. you make a mental note that if you ever—for whatever idiotic reason—choose to leave this perfect job, you'll make sure he gets the car back.

there comes a point where the relationship... makes its way to the next level. at the end of every week, you have to settle the bills. co-pays at appointments, grocery receipts, the invoice from the gardener that didn't go through so you had given him your own cash so mister cameron wouldn't have to deal with it from work. it adds up, so once the baby is asleep on saturday night, the two of you eat dinner and go through everything.

but this time, he hands you a card instead. a shiny black credit card that spells out his name on the back.

"makes it a bit easier, right? just use this instead. we won't have to settle every week anymore."

"right," you agree, your smile fading quickly. you try to put on a front, a false expression so he doesn't notice your disappointment. saturday nights with mister cameron—him with his beer and you with a glass of wine—once the baby is asleep, sorting out bills and making conversation that almost felt like you belonged here, had unknowingly become your favorite part of the week. sometimes it would go until midnight, talking about things that were neither here nor there.

it's how you learned why he's a single dad, what he does for work, how he feels about his job and how much time it takes away from his daughter. it's why you started sending him photo and video updates everyday so he wouldn't feel like he's missing out on as much, it's why you make sure to craft the baby's bedtime routine around him coming home, so they have their time together.

"somethin' wrong?" he asks, after taking another sip of beer. you're snapped out of your thoughts, focusing instead of how rafe looks today. tie loosened, sleeves rolled up, fingers curled around the beer bottle.

you don't know how any woman on earth could have walked away from this.

"n-nothing. no. thank you, mister cameron, this is great. i'll make sure-"

"it's rafe from now on—remember, kid?"

"yes. sorry, i-"

you couldn't get out of there fast enough that night. it's almost a subtle reminder from the universe—you're not part of that family. you're the nanny who got too attached, who pretended that she fit in too much to a family that's not hers.

you still wear your nicer clothes, you still drive around his nice car. but you try to remind yourself every now and then that this isn't your real life.

the next day, it's like the universe has decided that it's mad at you for coming to this conclusion.

pouring rain the second you get into the car. your raincoat and umbrella and a sensible pair of shoes remain inside your apartment, and if you sit in idle any longer, you're going to be late to mister cameron's. he'll want to leave early since it's raining, so he's probably expecting you any minute.

the roads are a mess—it's monsooning for no reason and people forget how to drive. you honk no less than three times at idiots on the road before getting scared that someone will road-rage you. when you pull into the garage—because yes, mister cameron insists that you park inside and that he can park outside— you're frazzled and sweating and your day hasn't even started yet.

rafe's almost ready to leave, which is another damper on an already bad morning—if he has time, the two of you eat breakfast together. you tell him to drive safe and apologize for being late when he rushes past you, leaning in to kiss your cheek and telling you that he might he home late today, and to have a good day. you don't realize what's happened until he's gone, the door closing behind him.

you stand in the foyer with your mouth open until you hear the baby monitor. from that point on—it's one thing after another. the baby is fussy today, which is the most unusual part of the day. she's never like this, and you conclude that she must be getting sick or something. it's just as well, because there's no reason to go out or to take her out in this weather. she cries, and you try to help, even cave and put on some episodes of little bear to see if something would distract her. but the poor thing just doesn't feel good, and has no way to tell you how.

the hours fly by, and your head even hurts a little from the crying and the overthinking about the kiss from this morning. in all the rush, you eat about two bites of lunch before the baby needs something else.

and then at the end of the day, right around when rafe should be coming home, he doesn't.

you feed the baby and rock her to sleep. she fusses ten minutes later, and spits up all over you and your hair, and then knocks out. you even spend twenty minutes hovering over the monitor, making sure she's okay while drying your hair. rafe's still not home, so you get dinner ready and warmed for him, eating yours alone in the silence. and as if you could handle another thing, you spill sauce all over your dress while trying to put away the leftovers.

you were going to wait until you were back home, safe in your tiny apartment to cry and shower and scrub your skin raw from the day you've had, but it can't wait any longer. you take the monitor into the bathroom with you at full volume, and decide to shower in the bathroom closest to the baby's room just to be safe.

it's not until you're naked, wrapped in a soft towel and waiting for the water to get scalding hot, racking your brain for the location of the extra clothes you had once brought here that you realize the shower closest to the baby's room is the shower in rafe's bedroom.

you haven't been in here before—looking around at the expensive cologne on the counter and the dark blue towels and the hamper full of yesterday's dress shirt. it's not a good idea to be in here, but you need to shower and you can't wait another minute. for all you know, mister cameron could come home in another two hours. your dress is spinning in the washer—and your plan is set. throw it in the dryer, find something to wear for the next fifty minutes, and leave as soon as he's home even though you can hear the raindrops on the roof and the thunder outside.

the shower is what you have been needing all day. you wish you had your body wash and shampoo, but his aren't too bad. you inhale deeply, realizing you're submerging yourself in his scent. you could stay in there forever, but you don't—he's gonna be home any minute or the baby could start crying, and you need to go home.

but he smells so good. you've noticed it before, it just feels amplified now. the towel you wrap yourself in is his, meaning he's dried himself with it before. all the clothes smell like his cologne, and the house is a little cold and your clothes are still washing, and though it's probably the worst idea you've ever had, when you get out of the shower, you head to his dresser and pull out the first clean t-shirt you can find.

it's big on you, you knew it would be. it's soft and warm and smells undeniably like mister cameron. you're completely clueless, exhausted because the baby barely napped and you barely got any sleep yourself, and it's way past your own bedtime right now. he might not even come home, you think, with how the storm sounds. you check your phone but there's no messages, just a flood warning.

yesterday's socks and underwear are still spinning in the machine—how long does this thing take? what setting had you put it on?—and you begrudgingly leave rafe's warm bedroom with the baby monitor in one hand, and his navy blue towel in the other, drying your hair. you turn on the television, watching whatever's on while you pat your strands dry, bending over to wrap your hair into the towel so you can sit for a couple minutes, when you hear the door open.

you snap back up, looking at rafe's face stare back at you—he's drenched, hair wet and suit dripping, wiping his forehead with his hand when he looks you up and down. oh god, you don't even know what he just saw, you were bent over and-

"is that my shirt?"

#this is like.. shy!babysitter reader x older!dad rafe <3 #hope everyone likes!!! not proofread #i need to go back to studying #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #shy reader #dad!rafe

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nochepsicodelica · 11 months ago

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Mornings with the clingy bear (Toji my beloved <3) when he wakes up before you, but there's no agenda for the day so he just gets to watch you sleep until you wake up on your own. Despite how much he dislikes when you sleep in without him, being able to admire your peaceful, sleeping features makes up for it. Who would ever assume that this sleeping princess could be capable of wreaking so much havoc, but also be the one screaming mayday? He swears you'll give him a heart attack one day. He's too old for your insanity, but god, he wouldn't ask you to change a thing and he's not dying to get away from you. Quite the opposite, actually. The closer you are, the better.

He was careful not to move too fast, to not wake you up as he traced your dormant features. Green eyes roamed over your lips, your cheeks, your nose and your eyes. He had to fight the urge to not roughly drag you closer towards him and squeeze the life out of you.

Your eyebrows pinch and your nose scrunches, your eyes still shut. "Ugh, it's like you're pointing a laser at my forehead," you croak, pulling the blanket up to cover your face. You're stirring under the blanket, on the brink of waking up. If Toji were a dog, which he's not because he's a bear, his tail would be thumping against the bed <3

You throw the blanket off your head, a lazy smile on your face that heavily contrasted your tone from a couple minutes ago. His attention causes you to giggle. He's so focused on you, it's hard not to laugh.

Finally, you're awake so he can pull you closer. You're already touching, but you're not wedged together and that's exactly what he needs in this moment.

"What's that giggle about? Huh?" He asks, pulling your body right up against his. His nose pokes your cheek, his lips resting on the space just below it, luring another laugh from you.

"You woke me up, like you always do, Toji. I can't ever sleep in with you," you say, no bite to your words at all.

"That's too bad, isn't it? It's why I tell you to go to sleep at a reasonable time yet you still go to sleep past midnight, hm?"

"Whatever."

"Mhm, whatever," he says, copying you. "Whatever, until tomorrow morning when I do it again, but with less mercy."

You groan and turn to face him. You can't even be annoyed with him when he looks so good.

"There are so many things you can do without me in the morning," you say, cupping his cheek, your thumb brushing his skin, affectionately. "You can... go on a walk or watch TV. Ooo, you can get breakfast going so that when I wake up, it's ready."

He mimics the gentleness of your touch on his cheek, his palm rubbing your lower back. "Don't wanna. That's boring."

"Tojii," you whine, removing your hand from his face, attempting to turn away from him.

"Without you," he corrects, using the hand he has on your back to prevent you from getting too far. "Why make breakfast alone when we can do it together?"

"You mean I cook and you either just watch or you get in my way?"

"You know it, mama," he says, pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips.

"It's literally eight in the morning, Toji. You should be thrown in jail for disturbing my slumber," you say, attempting to distract him from the color that spreads onto your cheeks.

"Nah, you'd miss me." A smug grin creeps its way onto his lips.

"Mm..." you hum, acting like you're unsure if that's a certain fact. This is you wreaking havoc. You say and do a lot of things that drive him crazy, and now—with proof—even just humming out a response will do that to him.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing at all," you say, the hint of a smile on your face.

"No?" If Toji were a dog, which he's not because he's a bear, his ears would be down and his tail would no longer be wagging </3

You sigh. "I'm messing with you. You know I would miss you like hell."

"Oh, really?" He scoffs, in disbelief. "You're ice cold for that, mama. Need me to warm you up, huh?" He says, gliding the hand he has on your lower back across the expanse to grip your waist.

You put your hand over his. "Nope. This blanket is keeping me warm. It does the job just fine."

"I'm better than the blanket," he argues, rolling onto you, unexpectedly.

You groan before you laugh at the feeling of the spontaneous weight laid on top of you, your chest barely able to move with the gesture because of the iron-like hold he had on you. An unbreakable bear hug, if you will :(

"Toji," you say, voice strained yet still managing to muster out your giggling. "Toji, you're crushing me."

"Mm..." he hums, dismissively. He buries his face into your neck, sparing some kisses for it while he listens up close to the sound of your groans of being compressed, mixed with laughter, as you try to push him off. This is you shouting mayday after the chaos you made for yourself and Toji has no intention of swooping in to save you from himself.

You eventually surrender, because all your pushing is futile against Toji, who wasn't moved an inch by you. Lying on you and holding you so tight was beginning to backfire on him. He was starting to feel more like a heated, weighted blanket on you, now. It was reeling in your tiredness, again.

"Mmm... I could fall back asleep like this. Please, can I, baby?" you mumble, shutting your eyes.

"Yeah? Now you're comfortable?" He asks, teasingly, while watching you relax under him.

"You're warmer," you admit. "And clearly more suitable for cuddling."

"You're trynna butter me up, aren't you?" He says, sighing into your neck, tiredness returning to him as well.

"Maybe... One more hour, baby. Please? All I need is one more hour," you say, bringing your arms up onto his back. "I won't complain later when you make me take a nap with you," you add, to further bribe him. "We can do anything you want, too. Nothing is off limits." You turn your head and press a kiss to his temple.

He sighs, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. "It's hard to say no to all of that. You gonna be real sweet to me later today?"

"Of course. I'm gonna smother you and be so disgustingly affectionate that you'll want to sleep on the couch tonight for some separation."

He bites. Being loved on by you anytime sounds like a dream. Space will never be his response to your affection, when he thrives off of it.

"Fine," he grumbles, like it was hard for him to come to his decision. "Only one more hour. Gonna stay here, though, since i'm already comfortable."

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mamayan · 2 years ago

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Shigaraki Tomura

cw: NSFW • Holiday Filth • Crush Shigaraki • Modern AU • dry humping • language • implied alcohol usage • pathetic virgin Tomura

Thinking about being Shigaraki’s little sister’s best friend.

Being invited over to her house and being so excited unbeknownst to your friend to see her nasty older brother. Tomura holed up in his room, feet up and knees bent as he sits in his fancy leather gamer chair spewing filth into the mic of his headset. Being given the most toe curling glare from him as he looks up from under his messy bangs and sees you peaking at him through a crack in the door. Sneering and telling you to “fuck off” and you do, scampering away to shamelessly rifle through the medicine cabinet in the bathroom for any of his hygiene products. There’s not many. It doesn’t matter though, since he left his dirty clothes from last night in a bundle on the bathroom floor beside the shower and toilet.

Your friend babbling on endlessly about family drama but you can’t pay attention as dinner begins and Tomura is forcibly dragged down the stairs, eye bags heavy from lack of sleep, mumbling out vague answers on how college is going. He notices his little sister’s annoying friend though, you, who always seems to be judging him from the way you constantly have your eyes on him. It pisses him off, and he’s not afraid of outing you in front of everyone.

“Why don’t you find something better to stare at bitch,” and cackling as the home filled with relatives and friends erupts at his rude comment and language. His family is comforting you, telling you he’s just having a rough day, he doesn’t mean it, etc. Your friend is intent on vengeance but you assure her it means nothing to you. She’s used to the behavior and agrees he’s not worth the trouble, being pulled away by relatives intent on being nosy into her personal life.

Tomura did mean it though, and you know it too, and it still doesn’t stop you from sneaking away upstairs while the house slowly boozes up and begins to become rowdy. Tomura slunk away to return to his game he’d been playing with friends, some stolen snacks and a cheap bottle of vodka in his hoodie pocket he takes a straight swig from every now and then as he gets heated into his gaming match.

He’s nearly surprised to see you open his bedroom door and not his mom or sister intent on giving him a headache.

“Back to keep staring whore?” He’s snickering as he flips up the mic, his game paused for a moment while waiting on another friend to join the match.

“Yeah.” He doesn’t expect you to lock the door, a brow cocked up as he reassess you.

You’re much cuter now. The baby fat gone and a young woman blooming, barely an adult now but it didn’t stop his eyes from lowering to your chest that was rising and falling quite quickly. He’s always been so used to seeing you attached to his bratty shit sister that he’s never appreciated you before.

“Wanna do more than stare though.” He’s even more shocked to see you tossing the ugly Christmas cardigan you matched with his sister, the plain dress under easily lifted over your head and dropped too. Right in front of him.

“Ha, oh yeah?” He’s baffled but not upset, dropping his feet and manspreading wide as his cock hardens in his sweats. He’s shameless in palming himself through them, setting his controller aside and licking his dry lips as you come closer, cute little matching bra and pantie set doing little to hide your hard nipples poking through the fabric and pussy lips. “Fuck, look at you, all grown up huh?” His eyes on you as you slide the dainty fabric covering your cunt down and stepping out, removing your bra next slowly, letting him drink you in. You’re nearly vibrating with excitement, eyes wide and bright as you straddle him.

“Little pervert, you wanna ride my cock?” You smile, because he’s acting like he isn’t some loser virgin with trembling hands digging into the fat of your soft ass. You can feel he’s just as strung up now, his palms lightly sweating as they slide up and cup your breasts, eagerly pitching and pulling at your nipples while you roll your hips over his chubby cock. “D-damn, where’d’ya learn to act like this?” He’s nearly about to cum from touching your tits alone, but the feel of you grinding down on him is making him lose it.

“I watched porn.” He groans, finally losing patience and pulling his dick free from his sweats, ready to naively try and enter you without any prep. He’s huffing and breathing heavy as he rubs the tip through your folds and trying and failing to hump into you. He’s just bumping uselessly against your tightly closed entrance while he moans and buries his face in your chest, happy when you begin to run your fingers through his hair.

He’s coming a minute later. No penetration necessary for him to spurt his hot spunky load against your pussy as he nearly passes out from how hard he cums.

“Holy fuck—!” You nearly have to muffle his cry of pleasure as he grips you for dear life.

The banging on his door a minute later making you both fumble for clothing as your friend’s voice comes out in a battle cry for your location.

“You fucking asshole! You hurt her feelings and now I can’t find her!”

You both only look at one another in amusement and embarrassment.

“Try looking up your ass since her face is always buried there!” He shouts back, and you have to bit back the comment you want to yell at him. Little does anyone else know the true reason you love going to the Shigaraki house when Tomura is home.

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lostinlovingrevery · 4 months ago

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Little Miss Independent

Logan Howlett X F! Reader

He can take care of you, just let him

A/N: Ooof. I actually might come back to this and extend it, but here it is for now! enjoy. I was picturing 70s Logan but honestly any Logan could work??

Warnings: SMUT, its almost completely smut. MDNI, thankkkss. Fingering, teasing/edging, logan gets sorta mad, reader is an independent lil miss and Logan wants to break it lol, i guess dom/sub kinda?, M! Masturbation, cum-eating, reader gets tied up, a lil rough manhandling, ya cunt gets smacked!, overwhelming, unprotected PiV

“Oooh. I know sweetheart.”

He coos, a tone that sounds almost condescending. He added another finger, scissoring you open and your hands immediately grasped onto his arm, nails digging into his skin.

You let out a pathetic whine, a babble that sounded close to Logan's name. He tuts, shaking his head, his thick fingers pumping in and out of you.

“Now what was that? That sounded like nonsense. Use your words.” He orders, slowing the pace of his fingers thrusting in and out of you. You started moving your hips, desperate for more, for him.

“Lo…” You gasped.

“What?”

“I wanna cum….” Your lips pouted as you looked up at him. Big pleading eyes that stirred his heart. Your grip on his arms tightened, as you began pushing and pulling on it- attempting to use him to get yourself off since he seems to want to toy with you.

“Yeah?” He smiles. “That’s cute, but…I don’t think you deserve it just yet.”

He removed his hand, and you sobbed, your head falling back onto the sheets. He delivered a smack! to your cunt, the sting of his hand sent a rush of pleasure over you.

“Nuff’ of that.” He scolds. “Stop acting like a baby.”

You huffed in frustration. The pleasurable sensation that was building inside you had now faded, leaving you irritated.

If he won’t take care of you, you’ll have to take care of yourself. You’ll do just fine getting yourself off if he’s going to play these games.

Not looking at him, your hand pushed his away from cupping over your hot core- a teasing heat emitting from him that makes you desperate for stimulation. Your fingers moved through your folds, finding your swollen clit and you began circling them. You let out a soft moan.

It was temporary relief- until Logan quickly snatched your hand away. Holding it in a tight grip above you, he forced you to look at him, a judging look in his eyes- he looked pissed.

“Did I tell you to do that?”

“No.” You frown, creasing your brows together. He smacked your cunt again, a hint of a snarl on his lips- his hand landed on your skin harder this time, making you yelp and shut your legs, rubbing your thighs together for any sort of stimulation. Your core felt like it was on fire, desperate for that heated release to cool you down.

“So why did you?”

You turned your head away. He dropped your wrist, snatching your face in hand and forcing you to look at him. His fingers buried into your cheeks, puckering your lips- almost painful in the way he held you. Yet you still held a challenge in your eyes.

“What’s with the attitude?” He grumbles, his voice low and dark. “Now I was trying to make you feel good, but you’re acting like a damn brat.”

He stood up from the bed, and your heart fell- thinking maybe you really did piss him off. You sat up, looking at him with concern. He wasn’t looking at you, standing with an annoyed expression, before his hands came down to his jeans. You watched him undo his belt, snappy and rough in his movements. He shook his head as he slid the belt through the loops- folding it in half as he examined it carefully. He raised his head to look at you and a shiver went down your spine.

“Lo?”

He smirked, a small huff of amusement escaping him. One step forward, and you tried to scramble away on the mattress only for him to grab your ankles and pulling you back.

“Where ya think you’re going?” His tone full of amusement now. “Thought you wanted this? You were whining and crying just minutes ago to make you feel good.” He clambered over the mattress, straddling your body and pining you to the bed with his weight, your tummy pressed into the mattress. He grabbed your arms, pulling them together behind you and using his belt to bind them. He tugged on it a few times, making sure it was secure. He pushed himself up on his knees, flipping you onto your back.

You looked up at him with shyness, your chin tipped back with those same pleading eyes as earlier.

“Knock it off.” He scoffs, as he unzips his pants. “You hurt my feelings y’know? Acting all needy and then trying to undermine me.”

You had to suppress the smile on your lips. He’s so full of shit. It quickly dropped when you watched him take out his cock.

Hard, swollen- practically throbbing with need. It occurred to you just how bad he must need the same relief you were desperate for. You wet your lips- hungry for the next thing he was going to do, you could practically feel the heavy weight of his cock on your tongue.

He saw your action, and raised a brow.

“You think you’re going to get a taste?” He grinned. He spit in his hand. “No, clearly you think you can take care of yourself. Two can play that game.”

You watched him take his throbbing member in his hand and began stroking it. Pre-cum beads at his slit, and he used it to lube himself over. You watched him stroke himself slowly, starting at the base, fisting his swollen tip.

You wanted him in your mouth so bad. To taste the salty sweet skin, to feel his cum covering your tongue. You wanted him to use you. What is he doing? A whine escaped you, as you squirmed underneath him.

“You want this huh?” He grin. You nodded,

“Please? I want to suck you off, baby.” You begged, trying to use the sweetest voice on him. “I can make you feel good.”

He scoffs.

“Maybe if you had behaved I would use those pretty lips of yours. No, you think you’re such a big girl, all impatient, didn’t let me do what I need to do. You think you know yourself better than me?”

“I...No…” You simpered.

As much as you hate to admit it. He was right. In the short time you've been together romantically- he had you figured out. Yet you loved that.

“Damn right. Now you’re gonna lay there and watch me get myself off. Look, but no touch. Got it?”

You pouted, and he scoffed. “That cute little face isn’t going to get you anywhere with me sweetheart. Enjoy the show.”

He continued stroking himself, ranging between speeds, going fast and then slowing down to fist his tip, running his thumb over the slit sensually. You noticed he was getting himself off similar to how you would touch and hold him. Grunts and pants escaped him, as he muttered under his breath how he could be fucking you right now, but you had to go be little miss independent.

You watched him and pressed your thighs together, rubbing them for some type of friction that would relieve the pain your felt in your core, a pulsing that only made your need worse, your pussy was begging for Logan.

He tipped his head back, and you could see the shiver running over his skin. You thought he’d aim to spill himself over your face, allow you to get at least a drop of his finish. He didn’t. A moan escaped him as he arched his back, aiming his cock upwards and away from you. You watched rope after rope spill over his hand and belly.

It was a gorgeous sight. The flush of his face, the sweat beading his forehead. The way he gritted his teeth, he was keeping the sweet moans of your name to himself. The rise and fall of his chest was evidence of his exertion, as he looked down at you with heavy eyes- but he was far from tired.

He grinned, something sinister as he brought his thumb to his lips, a generous amount of his spunk dripping down to the knuckle. He stuck his tongue out, slowly- tauntingly, licked his own cum off his tongue. Then he licked his lips. He kept eye contact with you- your face contorted in lust and frustration.

“Bet you want a taste huh?” He asks. You nodded.

“Please?”

“No.”

He brought his hand down to his now semi-erect cock, using the milky substance to lube his cock up more. He climbed off of you, and you quickly spread your legs- giving him a nice, clear shot of your drooling pussy.

“Lo please, I need you-” You whined.

“No you don’t sweetheart.” He chuckled. “Ya don’t need me for a damn thing. You can carry the groceries, fix the leaky pipes, move the furniture… I think you just keep me around cause I look pretty. Huh?”

“No- No that’s not it at all…” You shook your head, shutting your eyes in frustration as your jaw tightened.

Logan knew that wasn’t the case either. He just wanted to work you up. Ever since you’ve been together you fought tooth and nail to keep your independence- and he gets it, it’s not like he was trying to take that away from you.

He just wants to take care of you.

You however, seem to always take his efforts as a challenge. Slowly though, piece by piece- he’s been wearing you down. He snatched your heavy groceries out of your hand the other day, forcing you to let him carry them in. Made you breakfast yesterday morning, brought it to you in bed. Put together that piece of furniture you bought months ago and kept insisting you’ll get to it eventually, you’re just busy. One by one he could see your walls begin to tear down, as you started to soften with your relationship, becoming familiarized to having a partner.

This was just another wall that he was tearing apart, brick by brick.

He had you melting in his arms. A romantic night out. He brought you back to your place and began to take care of you. Once again, you’ve become impatient- never able to sit back and let someone else do the job. He’s spent months learning what makes you tick, getting you to submit to him.

He’s enjoyed the challenge.

He began stroking himself again, his cock becoming full and hard once more. A hint of sensitivity made his thighs shake, but he ignored it.

He watched your squirming form, jerking back and forth as you through a mini-tantrum for his amusement. He was originally frustrated with your little rebellion- but now he sees that this is exactly what you needed. To give you a taste- and to take it away. Break down your will, make you beg.

You did it to yourself.

“Logan please-” You whimpered.

Fuck, your moans were pretty. The sound of you begging was music to his ears. You never ask him for a damn thing. What kind a man is he if his girl don’t need him?

“What’s that sweetheart?” He groaned, pumping his fist faster. “Couldn’t hear ya.”

You groaned, tossing and turning your head. The cold air against your throbbing pussy was unbearable, that alongside the slick sounds of Logan getting himself off. You couldn’t even look at him, too unbearable to see the lustful sight of a man like Logan getting himself off instead of using you.

Tears filled your eyes. “Logan…Please I- I need you.”

The slick noises stopped, and you heard the creak of the floorboards. His large hands rested on your thighs, keeping your legs opened as he leaned over your writhing figure.

“What was that?” He asks in a calm voice. You took a shaky breath, your tears threatening to spill over.

“I need you.” You repeat, looking up into his hazel eyes.

“What do you need me to do?” He asks, a smile threatening to break through.

“To take care of me.”

His smile broke through, cocky, cheeky. “Well, I thought you could take care of yourself?” He tilts his head. He reached up, gently brushing some hair behind your ear. “Little miss independent?”

You shook your head, pressing your lips together.

“You need me? Yeah?”

You nodded, tears finally breaking over and rolling down your cheek. You weren’t hurt, or truly upset- just overwhelmed. A hit to your pride to finally admit it- You needed him. You needed him badly, more than he’ll ever know, more than you can truly express.

He tuts, gently leaning down to press fluttery kisses over your face, kissing your tears away. “S’alright darling.” He hums. “How about you say it one more time, and I’ll take real good care of ya?”

“I need you Logan. I want you. To take care of me.”

He would have came right there just from your words- but no, it was time to take care of you. Ignoring the throbbing of his cock, he brought his hand- messy and covered in his cum and began sliding his fingers carefully through your soaked folds.

You gasped, spreading your thighs open farther, tipping your head back at the relief you felt from his messy fingers. He found your clit, all puffy and swollen- begging for relief. His fingers were too much and not enough, having been worked up both mentally and emotionally.

Your hips thrusted forward into his touch, then realizing you may have made a mistake- gasping, you quickly apologized. “I’m sorry I just-”

“Ssh.” He pecked your lips. “Need more of me, huh?”

“Mhm.” You whimpered with a nod. He hummed approvingly. Sitting up, he flipped you over onto your belly, pulling your hips up so your ass was in the air, and face planted into the sheets.

He pushed his cock through your folds. Shivers ran down your spine at the feeling of his cock- and you leaned back, encouraging for him to finally take you the way you so desperately needed. Someone to take control, to take power over you- and still take care of you the way you always wanted.

You never told anyone, including Logan, that very desire. Seems like he may have figured it out.

He pushed himself inside. The feeling- overwhelming emotions melting into comfort, relief. It made you almost sleepy, the way you could relax, speared on his thick cock. You cunt was accepting of him, squeezing around him almost painfully tight.

“That feel better baby?”

“Mhm…” You needed into the bed. Turning your head to the side, you shut your eyes and your mouth hung open in pleasure.

“See how good it is to just let me take care of ya?”

A smile grew on your face, nodding as you melted into the bed, a small moan escaping your as Logan began to slowly pull out, and back inside you. Your pussy, soaked and creamy sucked him in- desperate for to stay buried deep inside. He took his time, making sure you felt every inch of him.

“Take it all sweetheart. I got you.”

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