#only to drop it completely shattering it in the sink when you push your hips into him

[hyewka]

ahaha thinking about sub gyu who's really only good for one thing... house husband but he always manages to mess up, just a one trick pony whos only good for dick 😭

wait this eatssssss imagine u come home from work and hes in an apron he recently bought, finding him in the kitchen, washing dishes diligently and smelling muffins in the warm air. it doesnt seem like he notices youre home so you slowly approach him from behind to give him a little smack on his bum lmao

[daphwritesworld]

#21 K. Walsh— BeFoUr. [part two]

(ft: #6 L. Williamson)

content: Top!Keira, Bottom!Reader, Top!Leah, impact play (R receiving), Brat Tamer!Keira, Brat Tamer!Leah, fingering (R & Leah receiving), orgasm denial, squirting, spit kink oops, breath play, double penetration, Keira & Leah bending Reader like a pretzel with manhandling, oral (R & Keira receiving), making a porno, going to Paris Oui Oui (iykyk)

warnings: dom/sub relationship, choking, a few clit, thigh, and ass spanks, being filmed while fucking, forearm choking (🫣), 3sum, Reader getting pipped tf down by some straps, mentions of said strap-ons referred to as cock/dick at times, being called a slut, whore, etc…

synopsis: How many footballers does it take to break a brat? Two!

word count: 5.9k

!! 18+ MINORS DNI !!

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A silicone cock rests against your cheek and the other on your ass, grinding into everywhere but where you need them most. You look up to see who’s at your front end, the tall blonde’s abs are the first thing you’re greeted with. Her voice drops a few octaves as her eyes grow darker.

"We're just getting started, darling." 

You don’t even have time to react before you feel it– Keira pushing her strap in. A sudden gasp escapes you from the feeling, your hips trying to roll back and sink her deeper inside of your cunt. But that’s put to an end the second your girlfriend’s hands find your waist, holding you still as she pulls out completely before fucking you with just the tip. That perfect record you’ve shattered is starting to come back and haunt you sooner than you thought. A loud whine leaves your lips, an angry air surrounding it as you give a huff at the end. You try to force your hips back again, but the grip on them only tightens, sure to leave behind some bruises as a gift. As the struggle for control continues, Leah is watching with an amused smirk gracing her lips. Her eyes meet with Keira’s for just a second, but that’s enough for them to know what the next step is. 

A smack is heard echoing throughout the room followed by a broken cry. The skin on your ass tingles and stings from the handprint left etched there, and before you know it a hand is tangling in your hair. Your head is yanked up as Leah’s other hand drops to your mouth. Her eyes stare into yours, a fire burning behind them you can’t quite place. It’s like you’re her prey, and you can’t wait to get caught by the big bad wolf. The blonde slowly runs her thumb over your bottom lip, feeling the way your breath hitches from her touch. She licks her own lips before speaking, “You’re in enough trouble as it is, it’d straighten up if I was you, darling.” 

This is maddening, straight torture for your soul. You usually get exactly what you want with just a little pout and a “Please baby!” to follow. I mean how could Keira ever deny her sweet little princess when she’s been nothing but good? You’ve grown accustomed to being pampered, to getting your way no matter what. It’s Keira’s fault really, she’s created this monster all on her own. 

“Oh piss off–” you're caught off guard from the next slap delivered by your girlfriend. It isn’t to your ass or to your thighs– oh no. She goes straight for your clit. It’s puffy, red, and oh so sensitive. So it’s no surprise to her when tears start to gather up in your eyes, a moan being bitten down as you struggle for some sort of control back. This is not how this is supposed to go, and you won’t give in without a fight. Leah might be working against you now, but that just motivates you ten times more to prove them both wrong. 

“Don’t be rude to our guest,” Keira growls out. Her voice has a dangerous tint to it, as if she’s daring you to misbehave. You let out a giggle before your eyes meet Leah’s once more, your hips rolling back as Keira’s grip disappears from your hips. “Or what? We both know you’ll fuck me either way,” and then your sinking back further onto her strap. You only make it about halfway down before she’s holding you back in place, her own hand replacing Leah’s in your hair. 

You feel the burn on your scalp before your brain can process anything else. Everything in your eyesight is a blur for the next few seconds, your girlfriend manhandling you around like a damn throw pillow. It isn’t until your feet are touching the ground that you understand what position she’s put you in. You go to open your mouth and say something smartassy again, but you’re interrupted by a gasp that tears through your lungs. It’s punched out of you with Keira’s thrust inside of you, burying her silicone cock to the hilt of your pussy. 

“Get on your fucking tip toes,” She leaves another spank on your ass. You follow her direction, shifting into how she wants you as it changes the angle of her thrusts. It stretches and aches in the best way possible. It’s an all consuming feeling that has your toes ready to curl out from under you before she’s even started properly fucking you. You fight to keep your eyes facing forward in your skull, not wanting to show the effect she has over your pleasure. Keira leans over to lay some kisses up your back trailing to your neck, “You don’t deserve this– not one fucking bit. But tonight isn’t about you, baby.” 

Her hips start a bruising pace, desperate noises flying from your mouth as she bullies her way into your cunt.  Your arms scramble to try and hold your upper body up as you push off the mattress, but that plan is thwarted as a hand lands in the center of your shoulders and shoves your upper body back down into the sheets. “Dumb fucking slut,” she’s forcing you into a deeper arch now. Keira has never fucked you like this– sure you’ve had rougher sex…but nothing like this. She’s reaching places inside of you that you didn’t even know existed, and there is no denying how much you love it. The evidence is clear in the creamy white ring already forming around your girlfriend’s strap. Your thighs are drenched in your wetness, coating your skin with a glistening glow when the light catches it just right. 

It’s a sight Leah is trying to perfectly commit to memory. She’s thought of this so many times over the years, pictured exactly how she’d have her way with you alongside her best mate. But finally coming face to face with it? It’s knocking the air out of her lungs. She’s stuck watching the scene in front of her like a patron of a theater show– eyes racking over every line, curve, and inch of your body. It isn’t until one of your hands lands on her thigh that she’s snapped out of her trance. Your eyes aren’t even open, hands just desperately searching for something to hold onto as Keira rearranges your guts. The observation has the blonde smiling deviously, “One of us not enough for you?” 

You open your mouth at the question, sticking your tongue out as you look up. It takes all your focus just to meet her gaze, every muscle in your body screaming at you to give up and accept your fate. But why would you do that? I mean where is the fun in giving up so early? It causes a growl to come bubbling out of the blonde’s chest, one hand gripping your hair as the other goes to fist her purple strap. She places the tip on your tongue, her hips shallowly thrusting her way in as you choke on the newfound intrusion. She gives you a few seconds to adjust, letting her hands gather your hair into a makeshift ponytail. You don’t expect it when she shoves your head further down, your eyes burning with tears from the stretch in your throat. 

The grip in your hair tightens as Leah moves it into one hand, guiding your head to the pace she wants. Your whole body feels like it’s on fire, and a sudden sharp thrust from Keira has you moaning around the dildo stuffed down your throat. You can’t get away no matter where you run– stuck in a rhythm of pleasure and pain that keeps you addicted to the thrill. Keira’s hands run down your back and up your spine, her lips following as she leaves hickeys in her path. Once she reaches your neck her weight falls on top of you. She bullies her strap deeper into your cunt, pushing your body forward with the force behind her hips. It has you gagging around Leah, your nose burying itself into her groin as you try to blink the tears from your eyes. “Look so pretty deepthroating my cock,” it comes out a little raspy. “Who knew you’d be such a crybaby? Thought you’d put up more of a fig–” she cuts herself with a high pitch yelp. You’d dug your nails into her thigh where they’d been resting, little red crescent moons carved into her skin. It causes the Arsenal defender to jump back, pulling the purple dildo from between your lips. She has an incredulous look upon her face, a small dramatic gasp escaping from her lungs. “Feisty little thing aren’t you?” It has you giggling for a few seconds, but that’s put to a stop when your girlfriend pulls back till just the tip is inside of your pussy. 

She waits for a few seconds, letting herself take in the sight of you clenching around the head of her blue silicone cock. (The strap knew she was going to Chelsea before she did) It’s like your body is begging for it..begging for her. It makes a small smirk dance at the corner of her mouth, her eyes connecting with Leah’s as she slams her hips down into yours. She sneaks a hand down around to your front, rubbing circles on your clit as you squirm under her touch. She gives you a warning, “Stop moving, baby.” But the words go in one ear and right out the other, your body trying to crawl away not even two seconds later. It has Keira using her free hand to pull your head up, lightly wrapping her forearm around your neck as she climbs over you more. The change in position has you moaning out slurs of unintelligible words and pleas. Keira slows her hips as she speaks, “What’s your color, love?” 

“G-Greeeeen!” It comes out as a squeal as her plastic dick only sinks further into spots that’ve never been reached inside of you before. Places you didn’t even know could feel so fucking good. She loosens her arm from your throat as you give your answer. You respond by letting your mouth fall onto her bicep that's in front of you now, moaning out as you sink your teeth into the taut muscles there. It has Keira’s pace faltering for a moment, the pain registering as a shock straight to her clit. Her eyebrows start furrowing as she gets used to the feeling, drool running down her arm as you let your tongue lap at the freckled skin there. It sets a whole new fire under your girlfriend, fueling her hips as she uses her weight to slam down into you. The bed is shaking now, the creaking of springs from the hotel mattress and your combined sounds of pleasure filling up the room. This position has you hurling towards an orgasm, your eyes crossing as Keira’s dick game starts melting your brain into goo. 

“Can I cum?” You have to force yourself to get the muffled words out in time, hands gripping the sheets starting to tear off the corner of the previously perfectly made bed. 

Keira’s lips ghost against your neck, her breath leaving goosebumps in her wake. She stops at your ear, biting it first as a quiet groan bubbles out of her. “No,” you can hear the smirk in her voice. “Hold it like a good girl.”

It has a desperate whine leaving you, your gut twisting up as you fight the feeling back. The next thing you know you’re being blinded by a light in front of you, Leah’s voice filling up your mind. “Smile for the camera, pretty girl.” She once again puts her hand in your hair, pulling your head up as Keira adjusts her bicep back around your throat as she lightly squeezes. Not enough to hurt you or completely cut off your breathing– just enough to make your head feel a little fuzzy. Leah’s hand moves to squeeze your cheeks now, forcing your face towards the lens of the phone recording you. “You like getting held down and fucked like a dirty slut don’t you,” she says it as more of observation. There’s no question behind her statements, just a cocky assessment of your brattiness. “Act so big and bad in public, but you're just a needy little whore who needs her holes stuffed.”

Leah’s words have you clenching down around the strap pummelling into your insides, an unexpected orgasm about to tear from you before you can stop it. You brace yourself– ready to stay quiet in lieu of announcing your approaching high. But Keira is always ten steps ahead. She knows your body better than you do. Every single shake, shiver, and twitch has a distinct code that only she can decipher. Just as you’re about to spill over the edge she’s pulling out and landing a harsh slap down onto your ass, a cry leaving your lips as you try and grind your hips back towards her own. You don’t even have time to take a breath before she’s flipping you back over, your body bouncing on the mattress as you try to gather your bearings. Your girlfriend lands one last slap to your cunt before she moves to take the camera from her Leah’s hands, “She’s all yours, mate.” 

Oh. Fuck. 

You feel her before you see her, determined hands wrapping around your feet before pulling you towards the opposite edge of the bed . Your legs instinctively go to wrap around her hips and she lets you, her strap resting between the lips of your pussy. She’s standing on the floor towering over you, her tongue running between her lips as she rakes her eyes up and down your exposed body. Your chest is heaving, anticipation building as she runs her hands up to the backs of your thighs. Her teasing touches dance across your skin, shivers racking your body as she pushes and pulls your body along with hers. Leah lets her lips come dangerously close to your own, her hips grinding her strap right into your clit. “Missionary seems a little vanilla for you, Williamson. Thought you had more grit than that,” it doesn’t come out as strong as you’d like. A quiver to your voice showing the cracks below the surface of your facade. 

“I’ve dreamed of how I’d fuck you for years, and I’ve come to the conclusion that seeing your face when I break you? That’s what I really want. To lick the tears off your face as you beg me to put my dick back in and keep fucking you,” she brings one of your legs to rest up against her shoulder. “You like to think you’re in charge, but we all know at the end of the day,” she pulls back to line her tip up with your entrance. “...you’d do anything we say just to get your slutty pussy stuffed.”

She slams her hips into yours, the purple dick attached to her hips burying inside of you to the hilt in one thrust. One of her hands comes up to take turns groping your breasts, pinching and pulling at your nipples as her hips stay completely still. You push yourself up onto your forearms, looking down to see where she’s splitting you open. Her hand holding your leg in place moves around to rub your clit. It feels good, but it’s not enough. I mean how could it be when you're clenching and unclenching around the strap sitting so snuggly inside of you? 

“Le pl-please!” It comes out as a broken moan, fighting off the feelings of your submissiveness creeping up. Your body is begging for you to give up. Your pussy is leaking, gripping onto the fake veins of Leah’s strap as it cries for her attention. 

The smirk on her face is so prominent you can hear it, “Please what, darling?”

A groan escapes your lungs as you throw your head back, trying to ground yourself as you fight off the need to give in. A furrow between your brows forms as you raise your head back up, eyes locking with hers as your frustrations bubble up. “Move!” It’s a desperate cry, attitude sinking into your tone as the need for her overtakes your brain. 

“Not until you can prove you deserve it,” she lands a slap to your inner thigh. You let out a yelp as you jump from the impact, clenching down on the dildo inside of you. The air in the room gets thicker as the seconds tick by, your cunt throbbing for some attention as it leaks out a mess between your bodies. A pout settles into your lips as you watch her form above your own, taking this time to fully take in her appearance. Her hair’s been put up into a ponytail– little pieces around her face falling into place to perfectly frame it. Her muscles are flexed, bulging out with a light sweat dusting over her skin. She looks angelic, like she walked straight out of painting. A Greek goddess come to life from a stone carving. Everywhere your eyes drift sends a new wave of shocks and tingles straight towards your cunt. Your back arches on its own accord, your body searching out for more as the dizziness in your brain fogs over the rational parts telling you to put up a fight. 

“I’m sorry!” The words come spewing out before you can stop yourself, hips grinding down onto the strap as you start to babble out apologies. “Please fuck me,” it comes out so high pitched. “Use me however you want– I can take it!”

Suddenly your wrists are being dragged above your head, pinned to the duvet as your head bounces from the impact of moving on the springy mattress. Her lean body leans down over yours as your one leg stretches along with her movements, your knee touching your chest by the time she’s face to face with you. She hasn’t even started fucking you yet, but you’re already a mess beneath her…reduced to nothing but a needy little slut begging for more…begging for her. It’s like an adrenaline rush overtakes Leah with every whimper that escapes you, incoherent rambles spilling from your lips as your hips keep grinding up into her. “So whiney aren’t you, love?” She pulls her strap out slowly, making sure you feel every single inch moving inside of you. 

She pulls back till just the tip is in, your pussy clamping down to try and keep her from leaving the confines of your cunt. A desperate cry falls from your lips, wrists struggling against her restraint as she fucks you with just the tip. Not! Again! That’s all that’s going through your mind. “P-Please Le!” There’s tears pouring down your cheeks now, “W-Why are you being s-so mean!” Sobs rack through your body, your facade finally dissolving underneath the blonde’s reign. She chuckles darkly, eyes peering down at you like a predator about to devour their prey. The defender bends down towards your face as she speaks next, “You just look so pretty when you cry,” and she leans down to lick the tears off your cheeks. 

You moan out at the action, your teeth sinking down into your bottom lip to try and hide your enjoyment from the humiliating act. Leah has you distracted by that, so it opens the best opportunity for her to slam her strap back into you. It knocks the wind out of you, silent screams coming from your ‘O’ shaped mouth. Suddenly Leah’s phone is back in your face, wet eyes twinkling from the light source. It snaps you out of your trance, a slutty moan tearing out of your throat. You’ve completely forgotten about the camera until now– too caught up in this cat and mouse game going on between you and Leah. She sets a punishing pace to her hips, sounds of your skin slapping filling up the room as your girlfriend films it like a porno director. Truth be told, you really do look like you walked right out a porn set right now: hair laying perfectly on the sheets beneath you, tits jiggling along to Leah’s thrusts, your pussy leaking all over the place, and of course the beautiful noises flowing from your mouth. Leah’s gaze finds Keira’s, “Hold her down for me, mate.”

Keira’s hands replace Leah’s on your wrists, the blonde using her own to grip your hips and use them as handlebars. She grounds herself as she bullies her cock into your pussy, pounding you into the mattress as the headboard starts banging against the wall. It has Keira running to put a pillow between the oak wood and the grey walls of the hotel to soften the blow. The last thing you all need is to get kicked out mid fuck sesh. Plus you have to be mindful of your neighbours, right? I mean… yeah, the super loud lesbian sex is probably already drowning out the tv on full blast…but at least she’s trying okay! You use this opportunity to let your hands roam freely. One of them goes up to her neck, fingers running along the gold chain dangling from around it. Leah’s eyes meet with yours before you wrap the necklace around your fingertips and pull her down towards you. It has a throaty groan leaving her mouth as you guide her lips onto your own.

Kissing Leah feels so natural– like you’ve done it for years. You’ve known each other longer than you’ve known Keira, but she handles your body with a familiarity you can’t quite place. She still faintly tastes of your cum, her tongue bullying its way into your mouth as she puts more force behind her hips. One of Leah’s hands comes up to wrap around your throat. “Pathetic,” her words are being broken up from your lips chasing hers. “Fucking,” and with lips like yours? “Slut,” she can’t help but keep coming back for more. Leah can only describe this experience as encountering an enchantress, your eyes and subtle touches blinding her brain with an overwhelming cloud of lust. You’ve sunk your claws under her skin and she can’t get you out– and she doesn’t want to. Not when your free hand comes up to tangle in the hair at the nape of her neck, eliciting a perfectly balanced feeling of pain and pleasure to stimulate her brain. 

The flash is suddenly back and it draws your attention away enough for Leah to work her way out of your grip. Keira’s smirking down at the screen of her best friend’s phone, capturing the dumb look on your face as Leah fucks the coherent thoughts out of your head. She chuckles as she moves some stray hairs out of your face. “I think it’s time Le,” The blonde’s hips come to a stuttering stop. A slight hesitancy in her moves as she pulls herself up off the top of your body, “You sure?” 

“Trust me– she can take it,” Keira taps you on the cheek. “Right baby?” 

You don’t even know what's going on, but the thought of the night ending before you can cum again? NO CAN DO BITCH! Your hips grind against the dildo attached to her waist, noises leaving your lips that would normally embarrass you to no end. But you can’t find a care in this moment. Your mind is completely gone– the only thoughts consuming you are of having the Mario Coins beat out your pussy. 

“Use your words,” Leah lands a slap to your clit, more tears burning your waterline. “You know better than that,” Keira’s voice cuts in. Your mind is spinning, using all your energy to gather your wits to speak, “I c-can take i-it!” It comes out so whiny, high pitched and desperate as your voice cracks. Keira leans down to leave a kiss on your lips as Leah inches her cock out of you, “Good girl.” 

You’re suddenly being folded over, your knees resting against your breasts as they’re squished to your chest. Keira helps slide a pillow under your lower back, giving a better angle for her best mate to dig into her girlfriend’s guts. Leah’s hands hold the backside of your thighs in place, her strap sliding through your folds with ease. “I’ve dreamed about fucking you like this,” she lines her tip up as Keira once again picks up the phone. “Then you better not hold back, Williamson,” you’ve recovered enough to find your attitude. She sharpens her eyes at you, “Watch it.” 

“Make me,” a smile effortlessly falls onto your lips. “Make me beg for it,” your hands run from her stomach up to her neck– she shivers as your fingertips ghosts over her nipples. “Make me beg for you.” 

Her grip on the skin of your thighs tightens, bruises surely to bloom there on your skin tomorrow. She lets the first thrust set the tone, ruthless and demanding. “AHH!” It’s the only thing that can leave your lips. Leah plants her feet right by your ass, knees bent as she drills her cock into the depths of your cunt. This new angle has you drooling by the fifth thrust, mushroom tip massaging into your G-spot. Nothing to be heard but your rhythm of “Ah, Ah, Ah’s!”

 “God dammit,” Leah groans out as she looks down to see where you two are connected. Keira zooms in on the scene, purple silicone covered in a creamy white ring at the base. “Perfect. Fucking. Pussy,’ Leah says between harder thrusts. Her own muscles are tensing up, her clit getting stimulated with every thrust in this position. She’s fighting off her own orgasm, quelling the fire roaring inside her belly. You put your fingers in your mouth, trying to hide the sounds involuntarily being ripped from your body. Leah slaps your hands away. “If you wanted something in your mouth,” she flashes a devious smile to Keira. “All you had to do was ask.” 

The next thing you know you’re being greeted by the sight of your girlfriend’s thighs parting over your head. Your hands reach out for her, trying to pull her down towards you more. Keira catches your hands and holes them out beside you, a disappointed look overcoming her features. “Use your mouth for something it’s actually good at,” she begins lowering her pussy towards your face. “And maybe we’ll let you cum,” she rests her weight down onto your head. You moan out at the contact, eyes rolling into the back of your head from the taste. Your tongue goes to work, Keira taking the lead as she keeps you pinned down and her hips grind into your face. She gifts you with a moan and some praise, “Just like that, darling.” 

Her essence is painting across your face, your chin soaked as you shake your head from side to side, tongue laid out flat against your clit. If there is one thing you love more than being fucked? It’s eating out your girlfriend. One time you’d stayed buried between her thighs so long that her pubes left a small raw patch on your chin. She’d deemed it ‘Carpet burn’ and thought it was the funniest thing ever spoken on this planet. Bad puns and sex injuries aside– you’d die happily suffocating between her thighs. Your tongue sneaks its way inside her cunt, fucking her with it as you focus on her pleasure over your own. Her hips chase after her own high, your nose catching her clit as her chest heaves more. The grip around your head gets a little tighter as her muscles tense up. You moan out as Leah fucks into you harder, the vibrations going straight to Keira’s core. It has her legs muscles bulging and her nails digging into your restrained wrists. “Fuuuck,” she throws her head back. And just as she cums all over your mouth? Leah sets a rhythm of landing spanks to your clit, a white blinding hot heat creeping up your spine. 

Your body is squirming around as a familiar feeling starts taking over. You don’t even notice it’s gonna happen till it does, eyes rolling into the back of your head as whorish moans flow right out of you and into Keira’s cunt. It has her pulling off your face to properly hear you, eyes stuck in place along with Leah’s. “Fuuuck keep squirting, baby— thereeee you go!” Leah rasps out as she fucks you through the aftershock, her own orgasm crashing down over her as she tries to quite her sounds by burying her face in the crook of your neck.  Your legs are shaking uncontrollably as the pleasure racks through your body, tears streaming down your face as the euphoric feeling floats through your lungs like air. The blonde’s pace slows to a stop, her body falling on top of yours as you both gather your breaths back. You swear your ears are ringing at this point, clenching your eyes closed as you try and focus on leveling your breathing back out. Leah is caring and gentle as she pulls out of you and sets your legs back down into a normal placement. You wince a little, your legs aching from being placed in that position for so long. 

Keira sets you up and moves behind you, her lips leaving kisses on your neck to calm your heart rate down. “Color? We can stop if it’s too much,” her voice is so soft as she says it. You turn towards her as sweet hands come to cup your face, her thumbs running across your cheeks. Your eyes widen at that, “No!” You don’t even give her a second to take a breath before you cut in, “I’m still green, baby.” It has both girls laughing, sharing an amused look as you zealously get back into position with your back to your girlfriend’s chest. “Now come here and let me make you cum!” 

Leah rolls her eyes as she crawls closer, “Technically you already made me cum.”

“No, you made yourself cum with that strap game,” you reach and grab her fingers as you pull her closer to straddle over your lap. “So let me prove how good of a girl I can really be,” and then you put two of her fingers in your mouth. Leah’s eyes darken as she watches your mouth slick up her digits, your tongue caressing them as you get them nice and lubed up. She takes over for a second, fucking your throat as she keeps eye contact with you. Once she’s deemed them wet enough she takes them out, sliding them up to rest inside of your swollen cunt. You hiss out from the overstimulation, but she doesn’t move them. “I-I’m supposed to be making y-you feel good,” you chastise her. She grabs your wrist with her free hand as she guides it towards your lips.  She doesn’t even need to say anything for you to understand. Your cheeks are burning but you do it without any hesitation. The blonde guides your fingers as she once again fucks your throat. It has a wave of humiliation coursing through your veins as you suck and lick all over your own hand, your walls clenching down around Leah’s fingers. “Then hurry up and fuck me before I go back the club and find someone better to do it,” and her fingers are gone from inside you. 

You shake her fingers off your wrists as you pull your own from your mouth, running their tips across her erect nipples. She shudders from the action, hips shifting forward as she searches for some kind of friction against her aching clit. Her legs spread a little wider as she shifts on your lap, finally letting her full weight rest on you as she melts into your touch. “Doing so good, baby. Now tease her slit,” Keira starts directing your movements. It sets a whole new emotion of  arousal off within you. Your girlfriend telling you how to finger fuck her best mate? You think you might pass out on the spot. Have you died and gone to Heaven? Your fingers follow Keira’s words, fingers aimlessly running through the wet folds of Leah’s cunt as you avoid her clit. 

“Oh fuck off, Keira!” Leah groans it out as a furrow takes hold between her brows. You take a page out of the defender’s play book and land a slap to her bundle of nerves, “Don’t speak to her that way!” It’s barked out from your throat, Keira jumping from the surprise. You can feel her chest vibrating from laughter as she takes in the scene before her. “I mean you did say she was Feisty, Le.” Your fingers gather up her wetness as you circle around her entrance, “So apologize and I might let y/n help you finish, or you can be a bitch and ride her thigh. Your choice, mate.” Keira's eyes meet Leah’s in a tense battle of power ensues. You all know Keira calls the shots, but damn does it look good to see her fight for it. To claim what she so gratefully owns as her best friend squirms and withers right in front of her. 

Keira always gets a high off of being in control, but this is like a whole new drug. It’s entering her blood stream and sending her nervous system into disarray with every second that passes. “I’m sorry—” she barely gets the words out before you sink your fingers up into her cunt. It has her gasping into the air of the bedroom, back arching as her breasts are pushed into your face. Your mouth instinctually latches onto her nipples, tongue running over her buds as you periodically switch between the two. Leah’s body starts meeting your wrists, riding your fingers as you drool all over her tits. Keira still has half a mind to scrabble for the forgotten camera once more, directing it back to capture this magnificent sight before her. “D-Don’t stop!” It’s growled out as Leah’s hand once again finds its way to your hair. She pulls on it, guiding your gaze up to her own as you slobber on her boob currently stuffed in your mouth. Keira returns to giving you directions, “Rub her clit now, baby.” You let your thumb come up to assist, going back and forth between circles and figure 8’s as Leah’s hips start stuttering. You let your teeth graze against her nipples as you slightly pull away from her chest, lips coming back to leave hickeys across her chest. Her hips start to get sloppy as she grinds her groin down onto your hand, her slick dripping as it runs down your wrist and around your forearm. Leah’s eyes meet yours as her body tenses up, her hand pulling your face to hers as you crash your lips together. You swallow up all of her noises of bliss as she slows her pace above you, looking like perfection as she lets herself collapse into you. She places a kiss to your forehead after she’s gained enough of her breath back, eyes meeting with Keira’s over your shoulder. 

The two of them speak simultaneously as they already start moving into different positions, “Round 2?”

[wroteclassicaly]

Summary: Sometimes, you just gotta use Steve. And sometimes — he’s just gotta let you.

Warnings: Language, NSFW, PWP, vaginal sex, overall filth, etc.

A/N: Something I came up with last night because some of us are sluts for Steve’s tight little jeans, and the monster he’s got caged inside of them. ;) This has zero plot, and it’s just filth, but I’m proud of myself because when I was writing it, I felt like I was able to form sentences again (that I actually liked, lol). Hope y’all enjoy it too? And I am working on more stuff, plus the plus sized Eddie angst/comfort that I promised! ❤️💘❤️💘

The explosion of cinnamon amongst a molten, midnight black is impeccable — it’s delicious. He’s completely gone and you’re not sure what reality you’ve landed upon, your body not still or sound. If there’s control you aren’t exactly sure who has it (does anyone, really)? There’s a rumbling sound that’s dislodged from his diaphragm, his chest — thick with chestnut curls — expands on a jagged breath. Your back arches again, that undeniable shift helping you push your hips with all they’re worth, owning your movements.

“Oh, fuck. H-honey, I can’t —“

He cuts himself off, pearly white teeth sinking into the swollen skin of his stubble bitten, top lip. Your sclera is shrouded in tears, the crystal liquid overflowing, spilling down your lash-line. He almost has to check in with you, but as your fingers find your nipples and give them that extra stimulation — he ceases, his abdomen muscles crunching beneath the tremors. He’s about to speak and you beat him to it, bearing the tendons in your throat.

“Yeah… s’ fucking good. Love it.”

He has to drop his head to crest into focus, bowed between defined shoulder blades, his large hand reaching to cradle your cheek. He nearly blows his load right then and there, a wince crackling across his features like an electric shock. Your fingertips are the pulsing magnets, his body your dynamite to explode. His mouth feels chapped and dry, but he knows that it's his throat that’s raspy, brimmed with velvet arousal, stroking the flames that lick below his navel everytime you work your heat back onto his cock, using him.

And he tries another turn at coherency. “You love what, baby?”

You’re without pause, humming, feet planted into the mattress, toes curled into his baby blue bed sheets. Mingling scents of your soft perfume, his cologne, laundry detergent that littered the laundered sheets, and sex — it’s fanned with your possessive rhythm. Still, you sound more capable of speech — albeit — drenched in a honey wrapped heat, capable of destroying you both in the most aching burns. “Love having my cunt filled with your big cock, Steve.”

“That right?” It’s through clenched teeth that it separates itself free of his throat. His calloused thumb pad finds your cheekbone, pathing a way only he can ever know, one that slithers across your jaw and presses into the corner of your mouth, prying open your lips to hear you beg just a little more. “You know that you take it better than anyone else ever has, honey? Like you were made for it.”

Those words ignite your blazing inferno, your hips raising off the mattress and pushing, retracting into a rough bounce, an encouragement, a plea. Steve has never seen you like this before. A goddess amongst his broken knighthood (he needs to stop hanging around Eddie when the dude has Hellfire and goes all nerdy on him with metaphors), summoning his body for your sole pleasure, bringing him to the brink and shattering the release before he can even begin to sample a taste. Everything stings, prickling his tongue, locking his muscles into submission, his hair constantly swaying in his sweaty forehead and matting there, leaving him to blink rapidly. He isn’t sure what time it is, aware that he’s been bouncing you in a painstakingly, agonizing rhythm over his swollen cock, no one cumming, left to graze that high with fingertips.

Steve can barely take it anymore, his balls throbbing with unshed release, posture growing sloppy with choppy exhaustion. But damn it feels so fucking good, with his bones satiated and melting, fusing into his overworked muscles. And then you run your fingers through his chest hair, your digits stretching to splay across his jugular, arm elongating to assist. Steve wraps a limb around your back, using his forearm to propel you forward, your pussy taking him the rest of the way with a slick squelch, an immediate press of your milky white cream seeping out around where you’re joined, soaking him. His fingertips press into the meat of your back, tapping idly, squeezing.

“My dick is fucking soaked, honey. You’ve just been using me up for the last hour, huh?” His plush mouth finds the skin behind your ear, your breasts smashing into his chest and sticking.

He nibbles a little, alternating with that diabolical swipe of his tongue along the side of your neck, seizing your salty exertion — your body dusted in layers upon layers of it. It’s Steve who takes this movement, falling back onto his haunches and raising a bit to tighten his hold around your lower back, the other lacing your hands together and wiggling them between your thighs, making them part further, your limbs still wrapped around his waist, now draping over top his hips. He uses his nose to nudge your gaze, redirecting it to where he slides out enough for you to see his cock shining with a mess of you. “Look, honey. You see all this mess?”

If you weren’t totally in love with this man, you would’ve been flooded with shame. You’ve gotten yourself so fucking wet from simply riding him at a cruelly, leisurely pace, that your thick essence has patched itself around the public hair at the base of his shaft, slicking it back and bubbling away with a peeling squish — one that drizzles down and strings across his full balls. He can’t take it anymore, his hand sliding up your back and fisting into the back of your hair. You surrender, almost letting yourself get swept out to sea once more, but Steve brings you back into the moment. “Watch this with me, baby.”

Finding that overwhelming scene between your legs, Steve uses the strength in his hips to bounce you, your cream dripping onto his thigh, and — what’s at his base, sticking to your skin, the hair tickling your clit in ways that have your eyes rolling back. Everything inside of you shouts and tightens, taking hold and bolting you to him. He already feels it inside of your warmth, your walls fluttering, squeezing, pulling him impossibly deeper inside. “Fuck, I’m cumming, Steve. Baby, I can’t hold it, please —“

“Shh, shh. I know, honey. You’re a good girl, aren’t you?” He buzzes through a partial hiss, jaw agape as he feels it right on through with you. The pressure is almost too much, enough to knock him onto his ass.

You’re a whimpering, quivering heap of bones and flesh, body stuck so tightly to him that he’s holding you in his lap, fucking you on his cock as you take it now, Steve in charge of capturing the high. Another squelch in the quiet of the room, a warmth of arousal that’s accumulated below your ass, Steve’s palm shoving into yours, and his lips pry yours apart, tongue rudely licking its way into your mouth and you completely come undone, drenching him into his orgasm. If pulling out was on the table, the forsaken table is in shambles at the moment, Steve’s thick, hot release sinking into your insides, body welcoming him home.

By the time the prolonged highs end, Steve piles onto his back and takes you with him, silence blanketing the room as his hand finds the flesh of your tummy and massages. Aftercare will come soon, as your limits were damn near overpowered by your cock hungry need for your boyfriend and that monster he keeps in his pants. It makes you giggle as he smiles breathlessly, welcoming your cheek onto his hairy chest.

“Never seen you like that before,” he mumbles.

Your hair is a mess when you raise to answer. “It’s not my fault you wear those tight little jeans, Harrington.”

~*~

[azurelyy]

megumi x fem! reader w/ breeding kink

Heehee. Say no more 😈.

NSFW beneath the cut!!

Warnings: NSFW, unprotected sex, big breeding kink, cutie Megumi

Harsh light filled the bedroom, peeking through the crack in the curtain. You had no idea how long you'd been fucking him, or how many times he had made you come - all you knew was that Megumi was going to continue to pound into you until you were nothing more than a puddle on his bed.

His slender hand was wrapped around your throat, his thrusts slow as he sank himself deeper inside of you, pushing so far that you could feel him in your stomach. Your legs were slick with sweat, slipping off from around his waist as you tried desperately to catch your breath every time he rocked his hips back.

"G-Gumi-" your nails rake down his back as he thrusts into you, the length of him filling you to the brim as he grunts softly and buries his face between your breasts. "I-It's too much-"

His only response is a harsh moan as his tongue rolls over to your nipple, sucking it between his wet lips as sapphire blue eyes stare up at your fucked out face. Black hair sticks to his forehead as sweat drips down between his furrowed brows and you understand what he is telling you with his expression: you can handle it.

Your body is screaming hell yes as he gets onto his knees and your ankles desperately cling onto his hip bones. Megumi leans forward and brings your feet up to rest onto his shoulders and you rock your hips up, the angle allowing him to pierce your sweet spot with each new pump of his curved cock.

"Shit," you grunt, clenching your fists above your head against the headboard to steady yourself from sliding up the bed from the force of him. "I'm gonna-"

"Look s'beautiful beneath me," Megumi mumbles, pulling his hips back. The pressure in your stomach evaporates and you sigh aggressively, writhing beneath him.

"Gumi, why-"

"Just hold on." His voice is soft as he pulls out from you fully with a loud squelch. You can feel how thick the liquid he pulled out of you is and you know he is admiring the ring of arousal that has coated the base of his thick shaft, how your sweet slick has soaked him completely.

"You can't even fathom what it is you do to me." You almost didn't hear him through the fluttering of blood rushing to your ears as Megumi thrusts into you again, so fast and deep. Your boobs are bouncing haphazardly as your palms lay flat against the headboard, nails sinking into the wood.

His slender body is towering over you as your thighs burn and he leans forward, grabbing hold of your wrists as he places a soft kiss to your chapped lips. Your body is contorted, your legs pushing down on his shoulders desperately as his balls bounce off the skin of your ass with each pump.

You can't take much more like this and when Megumi whispers "Gonna put a baby in you... Gonna make you mine, pretty girl." you fall apart.

Your hands are everywhere: in his hair, clinging to your breasts, on his strong biceps. He drains himself deep within your walls as you shatter beneath him, your legs spasming through the burn of the angle as you clench around his cock that twitches deep within you. He keeps himself embedded into you until he is certain he has spilled every drop inside of you before he pulls out.

He moves your legs gently from his shoulders and they fall to the bed as Megumi threads his fingers through your hair and melds his molten mouth onto yours in a passion filled kiss. Your bodies stick together as you suck his tongue between your lips and he groans, sinking his fingernails into your scalp.

He pulls back and smiles at you softly, kissing your sticky forehead. The painful pounding in your chest reignites when he flashes you a quick wink and raises to his knees, grabbing hold of your thighs.

"Gumi, what-"

He holds your thighs up with one hand and grabs hold of your ankles with the other, pushing them back over your head.

"I read it helps, um, you know..." His cheeks flush pink as he averts his pretty eyes from yours. "With the, uh... you know."

You can't help it, you giggle and shake your head as Megumi grumbles something about being quiet. You know it's just a myth, but his dedication to the task of getting you pregnant is so cute that you decide you'll break the news to him some other time.

[erodasfishtacos]

has harry ever come before yn? and how did he react to it

warning: um this is straight up filth, sorry (not sorry)

CEO!H

-

“Baby, c’mon,” He huffs in frustration, his thumb slips once again because she’s just so wet for him.

“M’trying!” YN bites back, “You’re expecting me to come in two seconds all because you got yourself worked up by rubbing your dick on my tattoo.”

Harry can’t deny even after a few years of the ink being on his wife’s bum doesn’t make it any less hot to him.

It takes one more harsh pump of his hips before he’s groaning and coming, his fingers faltering on her bud once again.

YN is whining - these displeased, spoiled little noises that prickle the skin on the back of his neck and grit of his teeth.

“Y’sucha god damn brat,” Her husband spits out, not even enjoying his release because of his impatient, perfect wife.

“M’not,” YN retorts as she flips onto her back and lays down, not even disgusting her pout.

“Out of the hundreds and hundreds of times I’ve fucked you and made sure y’finished first - the one time y’dont you want to get all huffing and bent out of shape.”

YN squints at him, because he’s not wrong, she chooses to bite back with a bit of attitude, “Well you had some clumsy fingers tonight.”

Harry barks out a laugh, spreading her legs roughly, and muttering, “I’ll fuckin’ show clumsy fingers.”

Then continues on to make her come twice if his fingers along just because.

-

MLBrry

“Oh my god,” YN giggles loudly when Harry curses as he spills inside her - legitimately after only about three minutes of being in her.

“Shut up,” He whines, ego bruised a bit as he pulls out with a look of betrayal at his already softening cock, “Y’looked so good in m’jersey at the game tonight. Flauntin’ y’tits like tha’.”

YN smirks widely, turning around from where he had her bent over their bathroom counter, “I know, I saw how many times you had to ‘adjust’ yourself in your uniform.”

Harry hauls her up until her bum’s on the cold marble and her legs are spread to show him where she’s dripping from him.

“Can’t help it. It’s nearly impossible not to come the second I’m in you,” He pouts, it was the truth - usually he had amazing stamina but every once in a while his body was a traitor.

YN let’s out a quiet sigh when he tucks two fingers back inside her, twisting and curling in the way that make her toes crinkle.

“You amaze me. I’ve given you four babies and y’still as horny as ever,” YN giggles pleased and confident because of her husband’s constant want for her.

Harry pushes forward to lick into her warm, sweet mouth before he’s resting his forehead against hers and watching his fingers work into her perfect heat.

“Only horny f’you, mama. Course s’just for my wife, m’so fuckin’ in love with you. In love with your body, this beautiful thing has given us our babies - how could I not be obsessed?”

YN comes panting in his mouth and a smug smile on her face when he hardens back up against her thigh in the process.

—

Deaf!Harry

Harry’s lips are bright pink and swollen, his narrow hips pushed against the tiny counter in the frat bathroom as YN kneels in front of him.

“Baby, baby, want to fuck you. If you blow me I’ll come,” He signs in warning, attempting to coerce her into standing up but she doesn’t budge.

Her hands are quick on his belt and skinny jeans, letting his thick length rest towards his tummy as she leans forward to lick at the head.

He wasn’t joking, right as she suckles harshly on the head with her hand stroking the rest - he flexes and released with a loud loud moan.

“Didn’t know my mouth was that good,” YN gestures as she stands up with a teasing lift to her lips, thumbing a lose drop.

“You know when you grind on me it gets me going,” He accuses to justify his short span, “Don’t act like you don’t come in a second when I have my mouth on your clit and three fingers up in you.”

YN swallows harshly at the dirty talk, startling when someone bangs on the door, stating the need to use the toilet.

“I’m totally telling Niall you came in legit two minutes,” YN signs before swinging up the door and disappearing into the crowd - leaving behind her flabbergasted boyfriend.

—

Vamprry

“My leg is cramping, H,” YN complains noisily as he keeps her leg lifted a she fucks in from behind as they lay on the bed.

Harry is so so close.

His annoying little creature wasn’t going to find her end because of a god damn leg cramp.

“Bat, just let me - oh fuck,” Harry snarls loudly as he can’t control himself any longer, fucking harshly into her a few more time before he comes.

Ad soon as he’s lowering her leg, he’s met by her displeased, grumpy whimpers that make him want to bite her until she’s limp or kiss her sweetly - sometimes he can’t tell which.

He drops her leg, planning to finish her off but she pushes his hand away which has him baring his fangs and snarling fiercely at her.

“No, I’ll finish myself,” She grunts, rolling onto her back and propping up her legs, one hooked over Harry’s thigh.

Every time he tries to reach over to help as she rubs quickly and precisely at her bud with short puffs of air - she smacks him off which makes him hiss angrily as he watches on.

“You’re like a million years older and you can’t control yourself still?” YN teases breathlessly as she feels a ball of fire start to pool in her stomach.

Her grin gets wider when his eyes blacken and his lip curls completely back to reveal his glimmering white canines.

“Pest, you are not doing it correctly. Let me make you come,” Harry demands with agitation, his hands clenching to not just grab her.

“Shut up,” She snaps back, two fingers rubbing in languid circles that have her hips bucking - it really shouldn’t turn her on that her vamp boyfriend is threatening her with his fangs.

“I rarely ever come before you. Please little human, you are annoying me and I wish to make you come now,” Harry tries to use a more gentle tone.

YN finally gives in, letting him take over with his own fingers, two tucking inside and his thumb right on her nerves.

His fangs ascend back into in gums as he admires his squirmy mate who is restless until she tense and releases on his hand.

It’s only a matter of second before she is coaxing his fangs back out - because she loves to torment him, “Better luck next time champ.”

“Enough,” He growls at an ear-shattering volume before he’s biting at her mating mark to get her to submit.

Works everyday.

—

Influencer!H

Harry was getting himself overly worked up, as soon as YN pressed record for a little something that she could watch when she had to leave tour for two weeks.

“Honey bee, c’mon,” Harry rasps, voice as deep as it goes as he sits in the armchair in their hotel room - legs spread and feet planted on the floor.

“Hold on, just want a shot of this,” She replies, he was so fucking hot - couldn’t grasp that this man was her’s sometimes.

He had a firm, lazy grip on his cock - thumb circling his extremely sensitive tip every so often which made him shutter.

“Slower, tease yourself,” YN murmurs as she films him, watching raptly as he slows down his strokes but fucks up into his hand.

“Want t’be in you, bee,” Harry tells his with a wrinkle between his eyebrows as he twitches in his palm.

“Then listen to me,” She orders in a voice she rarely uses - a authorative voice that has Harry moaning as he squeezes himself.

“M’listenin’, I promise.”

“Stop,” YN replies, eyes following when he releases his grip and it sways before resting on his taut belly - pink and swollen.

She props the camera on the desk, shimmying down her underwear, and straddling him on the chair - letting herself sink down.

“Oh fuck - baby, m’gonna - bloody hell,” He moans as he comes within seconds, hand squeeze her plush hips.

His forehead is sweaty, lips puffy, and YN is so pleased with him, whispering that he’s so fucking good for her, she can’t wait to watch it when she’s away.

-

Cheating!H

“Y’takin’ it so good, darlin’,” Harry grunts out, teeth gritted and hand grasping her jaw to keep her mouth against his.

YN was in a mood tonight.

“C’mon, we don’t have much time before Anna comes looking, H,” YN goads coyly, her plush hips digging into the counter where her bum is pressed against.

“Hush up, pup,” Harry scolds, biting at her swollen bottom lip before hiking her up a bit more to hit her spot right on.

“She’s gonna be so bummed, y’can’t get it up for her tonight after fucking me,” YN doesn’t stop with the filth.

“Y’act like I have ever fucked ‘er. I’ve only been givin’ it t’you for the past ten years,” He mutters, tongue licking into her mouth to shut her up.

When someone knocks on the door, they don’t stop, Harry determined as he pounds into her with hard, meaningful strokes.

“Harry, are you in there? Are you feeling alright?” Anna asks from the other side of the door - it was super loud because of the party.

He comes right then on the spot.

“You’re sick,” YN giggles, pleased as he pumps in a few more times to fill her up - claiming her as he always did.

—

Gang!H

It started with the god damn fucking teasing.

Rival gang members, the police, literally nobody gets under his skin - just his bloody nuisance of a wife and she took full advantage.

She got in these moods were she would fuck with him, tease him, wind him up until he had her pinned down with a sore arse.

He loved her so fucking much.

It started at the bar, she had leaned over with way too much cleavage on display as she fluttered her eyes to get men to buy her a drink.

Harry who was currently in the middle of a lucrative deal couldn’t concentrate as a man offered to buy her a glass of wine.

He didn’t care who saw, he excused himself and pushed her harshly into the bar until it would bruise her hips.

“Cut it the fuck out now, m’busy,” He hisses menacingly in her ear, ignoring the men who were staring wide eyes at the exchange.

Her hand comes back to subtly palm at his crotch before humming, “All these nice men are willing to pay attention to me.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Harry rumbles, gripping her wrist and moving it away from his groin with force.

“Whoa, man! You can’t talk to a lady like that!” A brunette gentleman squawks after watching the interaction.

Harry steps back, a sly smile rising the corner of his lips, and he purposefully lifts his shirt just a bit to flash a shining gold desert eagle tucked in his waistband.

The man’s eyes widen in horror which makes Harry chuckle darkly, “Don’t tell me how to treat m’fuckin’ brat of a wife, she fuckin’ loves it anyways.”

With that, Harry storms back to continue his meeting and YN grins, a little flushed as she sips on a glass of water - aroused beyond belief.

After a bit, YN disappears down the hallway to the restroom, and sends Harry a text that has him excusing herself.

Please help me. Woman’s bathroom, hurry.

Harry’s reaching back for his gun, not hesitation as he rushes down the hallway - heart pounding at the thought of his love in trouble.

He slams open the single stall bathroom, gun drawn but all he sees is his beautiful wife, on her knees with lust obvious in her body language.

“Y’tha’ fuckin’ desperate?” Harry scoffs, locking the door and placing his gun on the counter - already reaching for his belt and zipper.

“Please sir.”

It sends a harsh, electric zip down his spine as he hisses when his wet tip hits the cold air, he bends down first - forces her mouth open and spits.

But his words are soft and loving after, “Brat, love you s’much. Y’the love of m’life.”

Her eyes twinkle but she can’t speak because he’s guiding himself in her mouth with a long push that has her breathing heavily through her nose.

Harry surprises himself when he ends up spilling right after she pulls off for a breath and jerks him, rasping out, “I love living life with you.”

Yeah he comes at words and he isn’t fucking ashamed.

It has him pushing her up against the wall and licking her out until she’s teary from sensitivity and legs quivering pathetically.

-

👁👄👁

[nelapanela94]

TW: MDNI. Temperature play. Chile oil. Ice play. Ice cube insertion. Sub!reader

“Levi…” You voice breaks at the edge like old leather. Deprived form your sight, your hearing and sense of touch hone. You can hear the turbulent beating of your heart in the back of your ears, and the cold of the room prickling every inch of your body. Completely naked, you lie in the center of the bed, hands tightened over your head and your feet slightly apart, held in place by a manacle bar. Meaning, Levi won’t give you what you’ve been craving for a week.

His pretty fat cock.

“Shhhhh.” His hands clasp your face as his lips savor yours, piercing them with his teeth till the iron tang fills his and your mouths. Tears peek out from under the blindfold, and he shoos them off with a lave of his tongue. “You’re too tense, you need to relax a bit.” His husky voice rasps in your ear.

“Levi, I want you.” You sniff.

“You won’t be having me tonight, Y/N. Not the way you want to. Tomorrow, you can fuck yourself with that silicon cock.” He coos as he toys with a lock of your hair.

He leans away and pulls a small bottle out of the drawer of his nightstand and pours its content into his palm, then rubs his hands together and climbs onto the bed, sinking the mattress at your right. You’re helpless. Completely at Levi's mercy. “This is called Fire. It has derivatives from chili peppers to heat up the skin.” Levi starts at your thighs, massaging upward in long, sure strokes.

Your already oversensitive skin heated with each pass, almost to the point of pain. He nears your needy core but passes by, circling around your hips and moving to your belly. Everywhere his hands touch your skin tingles and burns. He keeps going. Little by little the smolder morphs into raging flames. Your lips slightly part as you suck in appeasing breaths to keep the pain at bay. And when his hands near your breasts, you can’t help but gasp. You try hopelessly to sink into the mattress and run away from his scorching touch. Your nipples perky in fear. Finally, his hands cover the sensitive peaks, and your back heaves in an arch.

A shattering cry spews from your mouth, the blindfold soaking in tears.

“Hold still.” Levi pushes you down. How could he expect you to be still with liquid fire literally spreading over your body?

He doesn't miss an inch. His coated hands massage all the way your arms to your hands, pulling and warming each finger having you whining and moving with every caress, your muscles straining against the cuffs.

He squeezes a single drop on his middle finger and doesn’t give you time to prepare. With his left hand, he spreads open you folds and his coated finger lands on your unhooded clit, drawing small and confident circles, the warming oil burning and turning your inside out. Your breathing becomes harsher as your sounds get stuck in the back of your throat. His strokes never speed up or slow down, he knows how you like to be stimulated, your favorite rhythms and levels of pressure.

If only you could see his lordly smile right now.

Your temperature rises, skimming explosion. You arch even more, bowing your body till every muscle aches. Needing more. You need him to satisfy the craving he started. But his hands drop down to your calves, smearing more oil all the way to your feet and toes, dwindling the gnarls of fire to a mild simmer.

“How naïve of you.” He quips. “I’m not letting you come just yet.”

His weight bundles off the bed and you can hear his swift steps padding on the right, then the swirl of ice, and you gulp. Shivers of trepidation ripple through your limbs. Your pulse spikes to an impossible beat.

Heat is replaced with the pricks of sharp cold on your right nipple first, and an intense wail pierces through the room. You thrash against the shackles as his sucks your nub harder, his hot mouth turning colder with each tug, until water rivulets down your supple hill. He puts another ice cube in his mouth and goes after the neglected nipple. A rising trembling starts in your stomach, subtle at first as you fight to take control of your body, but Levi has no mercy. He bites down, and the sharp sting of pain and ice makes you nip your mauled lip. He tweaks harder and anther earsplitting cry breaks out from your throat. He loves to hear your helpless weep. Sweet, sweet sounds for him.

Your hasty breaths saw in and out in harsh gasps as he strokes your cheeks languidly with his thumb.

More ice whirl in the glass bucket, and your brain meshes as it tries to guess where the next strike would come. And you know when you feel his fingers parting your folds. You want to shout no, but it’s too late.

The overwhelming sensation, painful pleasure lashes through your core. You hold your breath. It’s so intense, and then his fingers glide down, keeping your tiny hole open and shoves two cubes at once into your pussy, freezing you from inside out. You can’t make a sound; you can’t move a fiber of your body. You can’t think straight anymore. All you can do is feel.

Feel as they melt and water drips between your thighs, feel as he playfully crams more and stir them with his fingers inside you.

He’s having so much fun, you can tell by the feeble chuckles he occasionally lets out. Mesmerized in your pussy melting ice; he puts more and more till the chill numbs you out, the edges of the water stain spreading under your legs.

The metal cuffs click open, and he spreads your legs wide, dipping his head between your thighs, using your cunt as a water bottle.

And you fucking love it.

[believeitseeitdoit]

Legos and Language

Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Summary: All bets are off when it comes to a Lego mishap in the Rogers-Barnes home 

Rating: Y'all shouldn’t be reading the filthy things if youre under 18 anyways but this one is pretty PG (but language is the exception)

Warnings: Domestic stucky, suggested and slight smutty times, 90% fluffy, some foul language, talk of murder and destruction of legos forever, feel good shit, Steve, Bucky and their girl have babies

don’t steal my little munchkin oc names please, I like them 

This is written from each lover’s POV, marked by ******** this 

This is a work of love and hated of legos, solely to be read for a smile and maybe some happiness, be kind or go away

        “Sonofabitch!” Your hushed curse rattles through the house as you stomp barefoot through your son’s pile of a semi built lego creation. With a few breathy “fuck’s,'' you hop over to the nearest chair to rub the new soreness out. Sharp indentations litter the underside of your arch, and you peel off a flat piece from your toe then mentally plot unmonitored use of the quantum realm to murder the creator of legos before they can cause any harm to you again.

       Continuing your muttering, you delicately set your foot down and turn to the mess. You sigh in relief that you didn’t destroy any of the built chunk, you were only subjected to the ultimate test of parenthood, the loose pieces.

     “Back to our regularly scheduled morning, coffee.” You say to the empty room, narrating your routine as if you were running a sitcom. Once in the kitchen, you set about making a hefty pot of coffee for you and your husbands, humming an 80s rock tune and letting your open robe swish around you loosely in the process.

********

      They both notice you slide out of bed, a super spy and a retired Avenger don’t miss much in their own home. But rather than follow you down to the kitchen to disrupt your morning ritual, Steve pulls his husband against him and nuzzles his hair so they could get some quiet time of their own. A few moments later, Bucky is softly snoring against Steve’s arm, and Steve is on the brink of sleep when he hears a barely audible string of curses and the unbalanced thunking of feet along the hardwood. Bucky seems undeterred, so Steve leaves him be and slips out of the bed to investigate what caused the early use of language, not that he’s surprised considering their wife’s colorful vocabulary when the kids aren’t listening.

       Pulling his discarded boxers back on from the night before, Steve saunters out of the master suite silently toward the staircase. He pokes his head into the nursery to check on the sleeping infant twins, and heads down the old hardwood steps, praying for them not to creak with every step. Halfway down the stairs, he hears you filling the coffee pot under the tap and the chorus to a White Snake ballad quietly playing from the speakers while you hum along. With a smile and a small head bob as he catches the tune, Steve steps across the threshold of the stairs toward the living room and kitchen, unaware of the torture devices scattered on the floor.

      Steve intends to follow the wall to get to the kitchen without his presence known, until you hear a series of words that would make Tony blush and an unfortunate crunching sound of your son’s creation being smashed to bits.

     “SONOFAFUCKINGMONKEYSASSHOLE WHAT THE FUCKING DICK ON A STICK GOD DAMN PIECE OF TORTUROUS BULLSHIT IS THIS?!!” He yelps loudly and tries to hop over the new graveyard of legos.

     In his fresh misery, he misses you quickly dropping the coffee grounds onto the counter top and hustling toward him to make sure his verbatim doesn’t wake the twins. As you begin shushing him from a few steps away, Steve hobbles blindly toward your voice and you see it happen before you can say anything. Your big clutz of a husband smashes his un-assaulted foot through your son’s Legos, only this time Captain America is not the star spangled man with a plan. He has absolutely destroyed the near complete firetruck and you can only stand in awe at his ability to hit each remaining chunk of the build before he finally makes it to the couch.

     “Fuck fuck fuck fuck, why the fucking legos? FUCK!” His wailing is not going to gain any sympathies from you, only entertainment at the weaknesses of men.

     “Steven Grant, you shut the hell up before you wake my babies or I WILL send Bucky to the store and you can have twin duty alone.” Sitting down at his feet to pull the pieces off his skin, you scold him lightly but without any venom or intention. He hisses as you pull the flat plastic off his big toe, and you chuckle as his pathetic whimpers cease.

     “So, coffee?” You stand and pull him up with you toward the kitchen, letting his calloused hands and leftover cologne embrace you like a blanket as he leans down to caress your cheek. He kisses your forehead and softly brushes hair behind your ear with one hand while the other grips your plush hip under the loose robe.

     “Maybe something sweeter to distract me first? This robe is teasing me.” His lips ghost down your neck and he nips at your collarbone while pulling the thin silk off your shoulders.

     “You kept me up late, baby. I need coffee before anything today.” You whisper breathily against his tanned, thick chest, whimpering and shivering as you feel him trace the marks littering your skin and gently squeezing the flesh he is so obsessed with.

     He allows you to pull away only after you shudder again, but he stands behind you, hands locked onto your hips as you pour the bitter amber liquid into 3 mugs. Steve’s love bites on your neck keep you distracted long enough for Bucky to come down the stairs without being noticed.

     “I thought we agreed there was no third wheeling in this family, and yet here we are.” Your bonus husband is perched against the refrigerator offering your favorite coffee creamer and his signature pout.

******

     Bucky is roused by his husband rolling out of bed and the accompanying coolness that surrounds him as the sheets flutter back down against the mattress. He listens to Steve pad lightly down the hall to check in on the kids, Hudson in his room first, then Charlotte and Talia in the nursery.  As the footsteps recede down the stairwell, Bucky lets his body sink into the bed and the scents of his partners surround him and lull him back to sleep.

     Until he hears a string of words leave his husband’s mouth, and a series of crunches and shattering sounds buried under more very inappropriate words. Now wide awake, Bucky shoves himself from bed and puts a loose sweatshirt over his head while he walks toward the stairs. He is halted by a whimper from one of his little twins in the nursery, but his ever present super senses note that both babes are still firmly asleep so he continues down the steps.

       Not sure of the state of things on the main floor, Bucky alertly scopes the space and finds their son’s legos strewn about the floor. With a sigh, Bucky steps around them and shakes his head as he follows the sounds of his husband and wife to the kitchen. He is met with tangled hair and soft pants, an open robed woman more stunning than Aphrodite, and a man barely containing his impressive erection in his low hanging boxers. Bucky can feel the energy in the room, can practically taste the arousal on them, and his subconscious stirs awake, begging to join like a wolf waiting for the hunt.

*******

      “And who plans on fixing our son’s firetruck creation? Because it sure as hell won’t be me, I will be taking care of our little girls where I am wanted.”

     Steve is the first to respond, an arm opens toward Bucky in the same moment. “Honey we didn’t mean to leave you out, c’mon over here let us show you how much better it is with you.” 

      As Bucky steps into Steve’s reach, you push off the counter and into the thick warmth of your husbands. Their desire envelops you as kisses are peppered on skin and fingers prod at bits of flesh for a better grip on reality. The moment is nearly bursting with love and lust, blinding both man’s super senses of their incoming visitor.

        “Who da hell bwoke my WEGOS!!!!????? MOMMYYYYY!” Hudson screeches from the bottom of the stairs and you’re running for him in an instant.

        “Hudson Anthony! You do not speak like that. You know better young man.” Steve and Bucky hiss at the use of their boy’s middle name, knowing how he feels in both respects.

       “Baby boy, I’m so sorry about the Legos, but you cannot use that language. No naughty words right?” You hate scolding him when you completely understand his frustrations, but heavens forbid he say any of that in public, the boy would be shamed and sent to his principal so fast even the Daily Bugle couldn’t catch it first. 

      Hudson sniffles and rubs his nose, trying to fight off tears of frustration in front of his daddy and papa, but quickly fails.

“But, is bwoken mommy. I woked so hawd on it! Wuh happened?” He begins wailing and stuttering breaths, and you pull him into your arms to hug and comfort him gently.

       “Shh, handsome, it was an accident. See, they were left too close to the stairs and mommy stepped on some, then daddy heard her yelp and ran through them too. Papa moved them out of the way and reminded daddy that he needs to help fix it with you baby.” You bounce him on your hip, trying to push the sadness away like you did when he was a small tike.

       Bucky and Steve step closer, each wrapping an arm around you and Hudson to initiate a bear hug. Hudson whimpers a bit longer then picks his head up from your shoulder and leans toward Steve, signaling he wants his daddy to hold him next. Steve pulls him close and whispers apologies only audible to his boy, but you and Bucky smile knowingly. They head to the far corner of the couch where they can have a quiet cuddle and talk about how Hudson can teach his daddy to rebuild the LEGO vehicle. 

      You lean against Bucky, enjoying the moment until he turns to the stairs.

       “Time for round 2 with some sleepy babies?” You tie your robe closed and head up the walk way, stubbing your toe on the first step.

       “Mother fu—dge on toast that was unpleasant.” You yelp and grip tightly onto Bucky’s vibranium arm. He chuckles and scoops you into his arms, carrying you up the remaining steps.

     “Careful, I don’t want to use your middle name today too darling.” He winks, setting you down at the doorway of the nursery. With a huff, you begin fluttering about the room, softly waking your girls and beginning their morning routine.

    “My sweet little Charlotte Ann, and my lovely Natalia Rose, you two are the most precious angels in this world. But for the love of all things holy, no Legos when you’re older ok?”

Tagging those who may appreciate this or can give me a helpful bit of advice on my writing : @bxccxdxll​ @iraot​ @sagechanoafterdark​ @tuiccim​  @thebescht​ @makbarnes​

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Succession Chapter 10 (Karl Heisenberg/female reader) Resident Evil Village fanfic

Y’all have been patient...have some smut!!  

Title: Succession Chapter 10

Characters: Karl Heisenberg, female reader

Rating: NC-17 for language and sex (light choking, fingering, doggystyle, creampie)

Summary: you discover a long lost relative has died and made you his sole beneficiary.  While flying to collect your inheritance, you crash in a village in Romania.

Author’s Note: I do not own the characters from Resident Evil Village.  This is a work of fiction.  Anything remotely similar to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter 10

Once you and Heisenberg entered through the factory gates, he released your arm to turn and secure the lock.  You continued the trek up to the building, ignoring his shouts and yells at you to wait for him.  You walked through the sliding double doors of the factory and straight towards Heisenberg’s living quarters, him stomping close behind you.

Anger and rage coarsed through your body.  The thought of him striking Moreau and towering over the poor man made you furious.  What happened, as weird and demented as it was, was an accident and Moreau did not mean for it to happen.

You turned the corner and walked down the hall towards the room.

“You do realize that everything that happened today is your fault!” Heisenberg growled as he caught up with you, “if you had not run off and into an unknown village where anything could have killed you…”

You entered his room, grabbed the edge of the door, and flung it closed behind you with every ounce of strength you had.  “Hey!  DON’T YOU WALK AWAY FROM ME!” Heisenberg roared, stopping the door before it shut.  He shoved it open, making it bang against the wall loudly.  He stood there in front of the doorway, his body large and seething with anger.

You turned around slowly, crossing your arms in front of you.  You stood there defiant, your face impassive, showing him that you would not back down.  “How can you blame me for running off when I finally saw what you’re doing in this slaughterhouse you call a factory?!” you yelled.

Heisenberg narrowed his eyes at you and put his hand up, halting your words.  “This is not a slaughterhouse...those people were already dead when I brought them here!”

You let out an exasperated, incredulous laugh.  “Oh, they were already dead???  That makes it all better, Karl!  Why didn’t you say that as I was running off?!?!”  

Heisenberg walked to his table, grabbed a mug seated on top, and flung it with all his might against the wall.  It shattered into pieces as he closed the space between the two of you, glaring down at you.  “There is a reason why I brought you back to the factory!  Of all of the places in this village, you are safer with me!  You have no fucking clue where you are and what happens here!”

“Then tell me, Karl!  Fucking tell me!  What is going on here??  How are you expecting me to stay put and trust you when you won’t tell me anything?!?!”  You were close to tears.  Never has your anger been so intense that you wanted to scream, cry, and set the place on fire simultaneously.

Without warning, Heisenberg grabbed you and pushed you up against the table.  His gloved hands went to your shoulders before slowly going around your neck.  Momentary panic rose inside you as you felt his fingers tighten around your neck.  You gripped the edge of the table tightly, waiting for him to hurt you.  He didn’t press on your windpipe or restrict your breathing...he simply kept your head still as he looked at you.  Your hands went to his trench coat, grabbing fistfuls of it.  You were ready to kick and push him away if he tried to choke you.  He slowly lifted his hand and removed his sunglasses, letting them drop to the table.  Your face softened as you watched his eyes search yours.  “You make me so goddamn angry.  I could throttle you right here…” he murmured.  

“Let...me...go…” you growled.

“Oh, no, pussycat...I’m not letting you get away again…” And with that, Heisenberg’s lips closed over yours.

It was astonishing how one kiss completely wiped away your anger and your willpower.  The feel of his lips against yours, the slow moan that slipped from his mouth, his right hand on your throat with his left hand cupping the back of your head...you had never been kissed like that before in your entire life.  His mouth opened yours and his tongue snaked out, caressing and coaxing your tongue.  An involuntary whimper escaped your mouth as you gripped his trench coat tighter, pulling him closer.  Your right leg lifted and circled his hip.  With another growl, his mouth never leaving yours, he gripped both legs and hoisted you against him, sitting you up on the table.

When you finally pulled away, you were gasping for air.  Your lips were swollen and bruised from his kisses.  Your body felt like it was on fire.  Heisenberg smiled and took in your flushed cheeks.  Your pupils were blown.  His arms wrapped around you and his hands pressed against your lower back, arching you against him.   “If I didn’t know any better...I’d say you wanted to fuck me…”

You narrowed your eyes at him, but you were so far gone you didn’t have a leg to stand on.  “You egotistical, self-centered asshole…” you spat as you pulled him in and kissed him hard.  Your fingers ran through his hair as you pressed your body against his.  He smirked against your lips and started to grind himself against you.  You felt drunk, your head swimming from his lips on yours and his body pressed to you...you were desperate for him and unable to control your body.

You pushed his trench coat off his shoulders and down his arms.  His hands only left your body for the quickest of moments in order to let the coat drop to the floor.  He pulled his mouth away and grabbed the three items that hung from his neck, pulling them overhead and dropping them loudly to the table.  He removed his gloves as you reached for his shirt, unbuttoning it slowly, your eyes never leaving his.  You were taking your time and he was growing impatient.  “Oh, fuck it…” Heisenberg growled.  Unable to control himself, he ripped his shirt open, buttons flying everywhere.  

He discarded his buttoned up shirt and went for his undershirt, pulling it over his head.  Once it was off, you moaned softly, your lips parting as you took in his naked torso.  Your fingers started at his shoulders and slowly moved downward, letting your fingertips slide over his skin.  Heisenberg’s chest rose and fell as he studied your face.  He saw your tongue slide over your lips, your eyes gazing over his chest and stomach.  Desire was evident on your face and it aroused him beyond measure.  Of all the times he thought of you, lusted after you, jerked off elsewhere in the factory when you were locked away in this very room...he never thought that you wanted him as well.

“Karl…” you whispered as you looked up and met his gaze.  You grabbed the hem of your shirt and brought it over your head.  Heisenberg let out a murmured curse as he looked down at your breasts held inside of your bra.  His cock grew harder as his hands went behind you.  You shivered at the feel of his lips on your neck as he unclasped your bra and pulled it down your arms.  Letting it fall to the floor, he laid you down on the table.

“God dammit, pussycat…” Heisenberg moaned as his lips kissed down your chest.  Both of his hands grasped, squeezed, and caressed your breasts.  You whimpered and arched your back at the feel of his full lips and the tickle of his beard against your skin.  Your legs gripped his hips and your hands moved from his hair down to his shoulders.  You could feel the scars peppered along his back.  Looking down, you watched as his tongue circled your nipple and his teeth lightly nibbled on it.

“Karl...oh my god, Karl...you’re...you’re getting me wet…” you panted.  Heisenberg let out a growl as he moved to kiss your other breast.  His hands went to your pants and unzipped them frantically.  Your eyes widened as his right hand pushed down the front of your panties and his fingers dipped between your pussy lips.

“Mmmmm….you weren’t lying…” he smirked.  Before you knew what was happening, Heisenberg pulled you off the table and whirled you around with your back pressing against him.  He shoved his hand back down your panties and continued to finger you.  “You’re so fucking wet, Y/N…” he purred into your ear, “...I’m gonna sink my cock so deep inside of you.  I’m gonna make you cum over and over again, do you understand me?”

You moaned and nodded as one hand assisted his hand in your pants and one hand reached up to tug at his hair.  You moaned and whimpered helplessly as his rough, calloused fingers rubbed your swollen clit.  You could feel his cock through his pants and you realized in that moment how desperate you were for him.  All of the things you wanted to do to his prick ran through your mind...you wanted to be on your knees before him with his cock in your mouth...you wanted to straddle his body and ride his dick until you came shouting his name.

“Karl...I want your cock…” you moaned.

“Mmmm fuck, pussycat...say it again…” he demanded, his fingers rubbing your clit harder.

“I want your cock…”

“Louder!”

“Oh fuck, Karl, I want your cock!!!” you screamed.

“Good girl.  First, cum on my fingers.  Cum for me and then I’ll give you my cock…” he grinned as he nibbled your earlobe.

Your hips bucked and gyrated against his hand.  His hips pushed against your ass, his dick rock hard and desperate for you.  Heisenberg knew that once he crossed that line and pushed so deep inside of you that he would never want to pull out.  He would stay nestled in your cunt, cum, get hard again, and spill inside of you all over again.  You were going to be the death of him.

“Karl...Karl...please don’t stop fingering me, Karl...OH GOD!!!!” you screamed.  You fisted his long hair and pushed at his hand as your body trembled and quaked.   Heisenberg almost came in his pants as he watched you fall apart in his arms.  His name on your tongue sounded like both a curse and a prayer.

You shuddered against him as he turned the both of you towards his bed and guided you over.  Heisenberg pulled his wet fingers from your panties and brought them to his mouth.  His eyes closed as he savored the taste of you.  Images of your legs spread and his tongue shoved in your pussy aroused him even more.  Before the night was through, he would taste you again.

He kicked off his boots and pulled off his pants and socks.  You crawled atop the bed and laid down on your stomach, your body still humming from your orgasm.  The feel of his hands peeling off your shoes, socks, and pants made you turn your head to look back at him.  Your eyes widened as he stood naked before you.  His cock was thick and hard, pre-cum forming at the tip.  Your mouth watered and you looked up at his dark eyes.  Without being told, you lifted your hips, arched your back, and lowered your head down to the bed.

“Y/N, I’ve wanted to fuck you since the moment I met you…” Heisenberg confessed, gripping your hips and angling you against him.  “Watching you sleep next to me...hearing you breathe...when I listened to you moaning in your sleep...you have no fucking idea how much I wanted you…”

“Karl…” you moaned as you closed your eyes and bit your lower lip, “...when you caught me moaning as I slept...I was dreaming of you…”

Not being able to wait one more minute, Heisenberg gripped his cock in his hands and pushed the tip into your cunt.

The both of you moaned loudly as he pushed deeper and deeper.  You spread your thighs wider and arched your back.  Unable to stop yourself, you reached for your clit and began to rub wildly.  You were desperate for another orgasm.

“Stop…” Heisenberg ordered gruffly, grabbing both of your wrists and placing them on your lower back, “you’ll cum when I say you can cum.  Do you understand?”  You whimpered and nodded, tears of frustration welling up in your eyes.  You needed to cum again...and you needed to cum on Heisenberg’s dick.

Holding both of your wrists in one hand and his other hand on your hip, he thrusted hard and deep.  You let out a loud whimper as his hips picked up speed.  The feel of his cock rubbing back and forth along your G-spot was exquisite and agonizing.  You needed this man more than anything you have ever needed in your life.  And here he was, buried so deep you thought you would go insane.

“Y/N...oh fuck...you feel so fucking good...so fucking tight...uh….uh….uh fuck!” Heisenberg growled.  You squeezed your pussy around his cock, pulsing and gripping him tight.  He let out a loud shout as his thrusts quickened.  The steady slap of his skin against yours echoed in the room.  You moaned, whimpered, and panted loudly.  He felt so unbelievable inside of you.  You never wanted him to stop fucking you.

Heisenberg switched from hard, fast strokes to slow and torturous movements.  His orgasm was so close and he could feel that yours was as well, but he didn’t want it to be over so soon.  He watched his cock push in and out of your dripping wet cunt.  The helpless sounds that flowed from your mouth was music to his ears.  You were so perfectly submissive in that moment and he never wanted to let you go.

“Karl…” you whimpered helplessly, “...I’m so close...please, Karl...please...cum inside of me...I want to feel you cum deep inside of me…”

Your words tipped him over the edge.  He released your wrists, both of his hands gripping your hips tight, and started to ram into you hard and fast.

“Y/N...Y/N...cum on my cock...right now...RIGHT NOW...FFFFFUUUUCCCCKKKKKK!” Heisenberg roared as ropes of cum shot deep inside of you.  You felt his cock spasm over and over.  Hearing him shout your name made you lose all control and you unraveled frantically.  You screamed his name again and again, your hands grabbing fistfuls of the sheets under you as your thighs trembled.  Heisenberg’s fingers sunk into your hips as he continued to thrust over and over, the tempo slowing to soft rocking.

Beads of sweat slid down Heisenberg’s skin.  His hair clung to his face and neck.  He watched his cock inside of you as he panted for breath.  His right hand slowly traced from your hip, up your back, and to the nape of your neck.  You relaxed as his fingers massaged your neck and caressed your flesh.

“Okay…” he murmured.

You lifted your face from the bed, looking back at him.  “Okay, what?”

“I’ll tell you everything, Y/N...what I am, where you are, who resides here...everything.”

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Oh god please, more cheating and angst (hoodie? Tim? 👀👀👀) Idk u just write it so good and my aching heart feels better oddly because of it. I fuckn love angst djsjsjjdjdjd

Full Moon and Being A Horrible Person

[Masky X F!Reader]

[Warnings: language, physical cheating]

[AN: i love angst too]

The full moon makes us do weird things, it’s been well documented. From the people bouncing off the walls to inducing labor, all the way to making us make questionable decisions, the full moon is to blame, not him.

It was a full moon when he caught the eyes of a woman with dark, sweet chocolate colored eyes. She looked so beautiful under the lights of the bar, yellow illuminating her skin like it was gold.

She’d been flirting with him across the bar the entire night. Wry smiles, tapping her fingernails against the glass, twirling her dark hair and giggling when he caught her eyes and by extension, her attention.

“You know Reader isn’t gonna be happy with your behavior,” Hoodie had lightly chided him before downing more of his beer. “Why don’t you let me take over? I haven’t-”

“No,” Tim laughed, pushing at his best friend’s shoulder. “It’s harmless flirting,” he finished, watching Hoodie’s expression from the corner of his eye.

“If Reader was doing this, would you consider it harmless flirting?”

Kate excused herself from her conversation with one of the ladies from the booth behind the table she and her group shared, then turned her attention to her group leader. “He has a point,” she said, grinning when Hoodie leaned over the table to high-five her.

Tim rolled his eyes and began to lazily swish his drink. “It’s nothing, I promise.”

“You mean to say you haven’t emptied your balls in a few weeks and you’re desperate,” Hoodie deadpans, breaking his blank expression when Kate loudly laughs.

“Again, he has a point,” Kate smirked. “C’mon, let Hoodie or Toby take this one. Neither of them are in relationships and are less likely to get attached.”

Tim raises a brow at Kate. “Attached? What does that mean?”

Hoodie shares a look with the woman across from him who nods at him to explain what exactly she means. “She uh,” Hoodie awkwardly sips at his beer before biting the bullet completely. “C’mon man, you have an addictive personality. Pills, cigarettes, Reader…” He trails off before Tim hisses and punches Hoodie’s shoulder, roughly. Hoodie only barks a laugh and raises his hand up in submission. “I’m right, I’m always right!” He manages to choke out through remaining giggles.

“Can we just drop it for now?” Tim growls.

Kate rolls her eyes and then pulls a face to Hoodie, who stifles his laughter just barely before she turns back to her conversation with the ladies from the booth behind her. She’s up and out of her seat following a group of them to the other side of the bar, giggling and laughing as a woman with short pink hair holds her hand and weaves her through the crowds.

Hoodie feigns innocence before standing up. “I’m gonna find Tobes, who knows what he’s doing. Tearing up the dance floor, maybe?”

Tim watches as his best friend shuffles out from his seat, beer still in hand as he disappears into the sea of people. He sighs and crosses his arms over his chest. His dark eyes scan the bustling room full of bright, rainbow colored strobe lights and too loud music only to catch a glimpse of the full moon outside. It’s tinged pink, and seems to blossom the longer he looks at it. Due to where they’re currently at in the city, he can’t see the stars - much too much light pollution. A sigh is about to escape his lips when he feels a hand brushing over his, pulling him from the light of the full moon and onto the woman he’d been flirting quietly with all night.

“Never thought I’d get you alone,” she says, voice sweet like honey and smoother than silk.

Tim thinks about his words, his group’s chiding before mentally shrugging off all responsibilities. “I know, right?” He replies, voice low and deep, something charming and sweet.

She grins like the Cheshire Cat before playfully biting her lip. “I’m just passing through here,” she begins, “maybe we could… Have a few more drinks then head back to my hotel room?”

Tim feels a slight blush come to his cheeks before swallowing it back down. He smirks, leaning into her presence. “I’d love nothing more.”

The two of them knock back a few more drinks, the woman mostly choosing fruity things and Tim sticking to whiskey. Their touches become more and more bold, and their words more lusty and obscene by the moment. He has her sit on his lap and he whispers all the nasty things he wants to do to her and she gobbles it up, giggles and soft licks to the shell of his ear driving him up a wall.

And then, he follows her to her hotel. It’s a tangle of lips smashing against lips, hearts beating in sync and hands grabbing in the most inappropriate of places. Her clothes lie on the floor before getting covered up by his, her body following in suit.

Tim takes her. He drinks her in full and has her seeing the stars that were once only gazed upon by you. He touches her in ways you’ve never been touched and allows her to touch him in ways he’d always claimed were ‘too much’ for him.

When the deed is done, he’s cuddling her much like he would cuddle you, cigarette in his mouth and bliss on his face.

Tim stayed the night.

The next morning, he’s so groggy that he doesn’t even realize he’s still got her lipstick stains on his skin. He gets back in his car (failing to realize his group had to either walk back to the temp or hitch with someone else), and heads back to the only true home he’d ever considered.

It’s a few hours to your place, but he makes it, and that’s all that matters. Your car isn’t in the driveway, so he lets himself in. A quiet stumble to the bathroom and he sees he looks like a mess. The weight of what he did to you begins to sink in.

Tim turns the shower on and strips off his clothing - the clothes still linger with her perfume before he hops in and begins to furiously scrub at his skin. Tears well in his eyes. How could he do that to you? What kind of common sense was he lacking in that moment?

He continues to scrub, slowly coming to the realization that he’s going to do whatever it takes to hide this from you - you can never know. It was the light of the full moon, people always act crazy when the moon is in that phase, and he was drunk, like really drunk.

Excuses, excuses.

The water stops right when he hears the front door open. He hears your voice. You’re greeting him sweetly, like you always do.

He takes in a deep breath. You can never know.

It was only inevitable that you’d find out, though he’s surprised you went as long as you did without knowing. Tim hid it from you for months, and he probably could’ve kept it longer if he didn’t come with you to Target when you asked. You’d always been a fan of late night store runs, and he hadn’t gone on one with you in a while… What harm could it possibly do?

A lot. A lot of harm that surfaced the truth.

“I should’ve cuffed you when I had a chance!” The woman giggled as she came up beside you as you looked at the early Halloween decorations.

You raised a brow. “Excuse me?” You looked over to your boyfriend, whose face had gone pale. “I think you have the wrong…”

“You’re a lucky girl, y’know that?” She continued, brushing off your words. “He took me to the moon.” Her voice was so sultry and decadent. “Hope he takes you to the moon as well,” she says, her fingers trailing Tim’s arm.

He pulls away from her. “W...Who are you?” He says, attempting to sound confused.

The woman pulls a face before looking in between the two of you, her dark eyes glancing and putting together the pieces. Instead of being embarrassed or ashamed, she chuckles and begins to take off again. “I did you a favor, honey,” she calls over her shoulder, hips swaying as she turns down another aisle.

You don’t want to admit it, but now you know why Tim’s been so weird lately and nicer than usual. Sure, Tim is a sweet guy, but his behavior the past few months has been OVERLY nice, and now you know why. “What was that?” You ask, eyes narrowing and tears welling.

“Nothing, let’s just pay and get out-”

“I wanna go home.”

Tim moves to rest his hand on your shoulder, but you recoil as if you’d been burned.

A huge argument ensued when the two of you got back into the car, lots of harsh words were traded. He tried reasoning with you, he tried telling you how much he loved you, he tried everything in his power but he’d ruined a good thing.

You ended up pulling over on the side of the road, slamming the breaks, tears in your eyes and turned to him. “Give me the key to my house.”

“What? No-”

“Give. Me. The. Key. Tim,” you hiss, punctuating every word with stronger venom. You held your hand out.

Tim sighs deeply and reaches into his pocket, pinching the bridge of his nose as you harshly snatch the key from his awaiting hand. “It’s not like that, you know I love you-”

“Is that what you’re calling it? Cheating on me and then lying about it for months?” You rhetorically ask, growling and seething further and further. You feel rage wracking your system as it exhausts you further and further. You can’t bring yourself to look into his eyes, because if you do, you’ll melt.

“I’m telling you, it was to protect you,” he attempts again. “Let’s just, let’s just go home and-”

“Get the fuck out of my car,” you say, drawing in every remaining and residual strength you have as hot tears scald your cheeks.

“You don’t mean that-”

“I do.”

“Reader, baby please-”

“Get the fuck out of my car,” you repeat. You squeeze your eyes shut, shake your head and then turn back to the road. “Do it before I do something stupid.”

Tim feels his heart shatter, cracking on impact as it falls deeper and deeper. He shakily runs his fingers through his hair before sliding out of your car, slamming the door shut and watches as you drive off and out of his life. He wants to scream, or cry, maybe both at the same time? He’s not entirely sure yet. He just knows his world is crashing down and there’s nothing he can do about it.

He betrayed your trust and broke your heart all for one singular night of passion.

The emotionally distraught man looks up at the moon, finding no solace that it’s full again.

[lesbobiwan]

AHHH!! Congratulations my dear💖💕 you fucking deserve them all

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#11: "Bite me." "If you insist." + Rex

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You can hear his footsteps following after you.

Stars, that self-righteous, stuck up, cocky little shit just doesn't know when to leave you alone!

"I'm not done with you!" Rex calls after you, picking up the pace until he can reach out and snatch your wrist.

"Hey!"

Rex uses his grip to stop you in your tracks and pull you back towards him.

The strength of his yank has you stumbling backwards, nearly busting your ass on the floor, but you right yourself as quick as possible without his help.

"Listen, Captain," you spit, "you might call the shots out there, but in here I'm in charge. You get hurt, I fix it. Understand?"

Rex nose scrunches as his eyes narrow down at you, "I understand that you're flirting with my men. This is a war," he reminds you, as though you don't deal with shrapnel wounds and the like on a daily basis, "not a nightclub. Do your job, medic."

The nerve of this man!

Hot anger rises up your body, curling around your spinal cord and controlling your every move.

"Flirting?" you repeat, absolutely floored. You can't help but step closer to him, jabbing your finger into his chest plate (ow) with your next words, "I don't know where you get off thinking you can treat me like that, but I do know damn well it'll never happen again. I keep your men alive, so you should be thanking me instead of criticizing me."

Rex's hand snatches your wrist before you can poke at him again, and he pulls you so hard that your front is pressed flush against his armor.

You gasp high in your throat, your other hand coming up to curl around his pauldron to steady yourself.

Rex's hand not around your wrist has found a home on the small of your back, fingers digging in just so in a way that has you arching against him.

"You want me to thank you for flirting with my men?" His voice is low and he's so close that you can feel his hot breath fan across your face. Your eyes flutter shut at the feeling, and your hand readjusts against his shoulder in a way that has nothing to do with keeping balance anymore. "Is that what I'm hearing?"

His fingers tighten against your back, pulling you even tighter to him.

Your anger is sputtering out now, quickly being replaced by a deep set arousal. It's a last ditch effort to stay mad when you spit out, "Bite me."

"If you insist."

Rex's hand leaves your wrist to frame your jaw and tilt your head up as his lips crash down onto yours.

He swallows down your gasp, nipping at your bottom lip before starting to press scalding kisses down your jawline until he's breathing hot against your neck.

Your moan catches in your throat as you tilt your head back, allowing him as much access as he needs.

Rex's teeth scrape against your neck in a goosebump-bringing warning before he sinks his teeth into the junction where your shoulder meets your neck.

The pain that sings along your nerves has you keening, and the sound echos embarrassingly through the less-than-stellar medcamp. You sag against him before your knees can fail you completely.

"Rex," you gasp, finally tugging your hand free from his grasp and raking it through his short cropped hair.

His own hand in your hair tilts your head this way and that, manipulating your neck into what position he likes best to keep trailing bites up your neck.

The hand at the small of your back urges you closer, and one armored thigh slips between your legs.

It's presumptuous and arrogant, and you open your mouth to tell him so, but all that comes out is a ragged moan as you drag your clothed cunt across his thigh plate.

Rex's lips curl into a smile against your neck, "Was that all you needed, huh? Someone to put you in your place?"

"Fuck you," you breathe, still shamelessly rutting against his thigh.

Rex hums, still against your skin, and the vibrations have you gasping. "I think I'd much rather fuck you." His hand leaves your hair and slips down your front until his fingers toy with your waistband.

All at once both of his hands leave you and he steps back.

You nearly buckle without the support of his body holding you up. "Rex," you whine, eyes fluttery and a little damp.

"Bend over."

"What?"

Rex's eyes flick to your desk behind you. "Bend over."

It only takes you a second. One second to make sure Rex isn't fucking with you before you surge into action, shoving anything not essential off and to the floor before you fold yourself over it.

You feel ridiculously exposed like this, bent over and waiting for something.

Rex murmurs something behind you, something like a prayer, before you hear the thunk of his codpiece hitting the ground.

Your breath hitches as footsteps come closer and you jump completely when a hand drags up the back of your thigh.

"Fuck, you're a sight," Rex breathes, and his earlier anger has vanished and been replaced with a certain reverence.

Your cheeks flush at the intimacy. "Are you actually gonna fuck me, or do you just want to watch?" There isn't any of the bite you had wished for. In fact, you sound embarrassingly needy.

Rex huffs but he hooks both hands into the waistband of your pants and underwear, and you lift your hips up to let him drag them down your legs.

You squirm against the desk, hiding your face in the crook of your neck as Rex curses behind you.

The air conditioning of the room has your exposed cunt clenching against the cold.

"Shit," Rex hisses, dragging two fingers down your slit, "You're soaked, pretty girl."

You cant your hips back into him, too desperate to be ashamed.

Arousal curls your toes and you can feel the slick that coats your thighs.

"Captain, if you don't stick your dick in me now, I'll gladly find someone who will," you spit over your shoulder.

There still isn't any genuine bite in your voice, but you still mean what you said.

You're not in the mood for Rex to take it slow. You want to feel the stretch and the burn of his cock pushing inside you.

A sound, low and guttural, escapes Rex's throat, and almost instantly two fingers spread your lips apart.

"I was gonna make this nice for you," Rex pants, one hand holding you open and exposed while the other pulls his cock out of his blacks. "Take it nice and slow and fuck you like you deserved,"

He presses the tip of his cock to your fluttering hole, and your breath catches in your throat at how big it feels.

"But I don't think you deserve nice," Rex continues, pressing just the head inside of you.

Your forehead drops to the table as he presses himself inside you. Rex is thick, and his cock splits you open like he's trying to tear you apart.

"No, I think you deserve it just like this," Rex thrusts the rest of his cock inside you until he bottoms out with a low grunt.

You sob around his cock, relishing in the stretch and the barely there burn as he sets a punishing pace.

The armor of his thighs smack against your ass until you know beyond a shadow of a doubt that you'll have bruises.

Rex's body folds over yours, enveloping you under his weight as he presses hot kisses up your back to the nape of your neck.

One of Rex's hands slide around to your front to rub slow circles into your clit, a complete 180 from the devastating way he fucks you.

Your hand flies behind you, scrambling for any type of purchase as Rex seems damn determined to fuck you through the table.

Rex's free hand snags yours and tangles your fingers together.

"You flirt with my boys like you don't know you're mine," Rex hisses, teeth sinking into the meat of your neck.

He's branding you, you manage to string together a coherent thought, but it makes you tremble around his cock. There will be no doubt by the time he's done with you that you're his and he'll be yours.

"Are you gonna cum for me mesh'la?" Rex asks, picking his head up until his lips brush against your ear.

"Please!" you wail, tightening your grip on his hand as your orgasm builds in your gut. Tears squeak from your eyes, soaking into the chipped wood of the desk.

Rex presses a soft kiss into your jaw, a dizzying juxtaposition to how he fucks you, and finally speeds up his fingers on your clit. "Cum."

You shatter apart around him, soaking his cock and trembling on the desk.

Rex's cock pulls out, and you can't even hear the slick sound of skin on skin over your own panting, but you gasp at the hot streaks of cum that splatter against the small of your back.

Rex's forehead drops to the space between your shoulder blades. His breath is hot against your skin, and the hand still holding yours squeezes twice before he pushes himself off you.

The quiet of the room is disrupted only by both of your heavy breathing. You can't even push yourself onto your elbows, instead deciding to stay sprawled across the desk.

"Yours huh?" you finally say, peering at the captain from over your shoulder.

"Yeah," Rex shrugs and rests a heavy hand over one of the many bite marks littering your body, "mine."

[pftones3482]

One of the commissions I'm doing for @randomfandomfan ft Hurt/Comfort Adrinino. Find it on my AO3 here.

Set post Rocketear and pre any kind of romantic relationship (tho it's hinted at). This was already a fic I wanted to write, and one of the prompts they sent me fit the concept almost perfectly, so I ran with it.

Under a cut for length.

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“It’s your fault.”

Nino jumped about a foot in the air, whirling from where he’d been shutting his door with his phone pointed menacingly at the source of the voice. His backpack smacked him in the hip, knocking him off kilter, and he stumbled, bracing himself on the doorknob. His eyes scanned the room slowly, shoulders easing when he didn’t spot anyone. “Hello?”

“What are you, dense, kid?” scoffed the voice again, from right in front of him, and Nino squeaked at an embarrassing pitch when he registered the Kwami floating there.

The Kwami.

The Kwami.

A black cat Kwami.

Nino dropped his defensive (if somewhat undignified) stance, staring at what was definitely Chat Noir’s Kwami. “Um. You’re not supposed to be here.”

The cat’s eerily green eyes rolled. “Wow. Intelligent.”

Nino spluttered, feeling awkward. “W-Well I’m sorry, dude, how do you expect me to react!” he demanded, throwing his hands up in the air. Something like ice settled in his gut as the Kwami’s existence finally clicked. “W-Wait, why are you here? What happened?”

“You happened,” the Kwami snapped, and uh. Okay. Not what Nino wanted to hear right now.

“What?”

“YOU. Do you have any idea how much you upset him? How much you hurt him the other day? He won’t say it, Nino, but he’s hurting. He’s been hurting, and you unloaded on him and beat him and told him how awful he was and if you weren’t his best friend and I didn’t think you were the only one who could help right now, you’d be in a pile of rubble.”

Um.

Holy shit.

Nino had never heard a Kwami so pissed. Wayzz could get a little condescending sometimes, and Ladybug had admitted that her Kwami could be a little snarky (as could Trixx, as Alya had confirmed time and time again). But never had he seen a Kwami literally shaking in rage.

He’d be more terrified if the cat’s words weren’t sinking in.

“Hang on, hang on, dude,” Nino said, crossing his arms in an “x” through the air. “Is this about Rocketear? I apologized, I-I thought me and Chat were okay. Also like, I respect the guy, but he has no idea who I am, dude, we’re not best friends.”

“Had,” the cat spit out. “He had no idea who you were.”

Nino’s stomach swooped out from under him and he gripped his desk chair tightly to keep from tripping. “What?”

The Kwami gave him a smug, if not irritated, smile. “You told him yourself.”

“D-During…when I was fighting him?” Nino squeaked. “N-No, I saw the footage, I didn’t tell him I’m Carapace!”

The cat softened. “Before, Nino. Before you were akumatized.”

“I didn’t-”

“Of course, when Ladybug appears, he throws himself to her feet with roses and love confessions!”

Fuck.

“But he is always rejected, because Ladybug thinks that he’s annoying. And she is COMPLETELY right!”

Oh, fuck.

“I know because I’m also a superhero. I’m Carapace.”

“Shit.”

Nino fumbled for his desk chair, sinking into it hard and banging his elbow on the back. The pain was almost numbing. He put his head in his hand, pushing his hat back off his head and staring blankly at the wall.

“Oh my god, dude, I-?”

“Yeah.”

The Kwami sounded almost sad this time, and that, somehow, was worse than him threatening to kill Nino.

He didn’t really remember being akumatized, until the end, when Alya broke him from Shadowmoth’s hold. And despite warnings from his friends, he’d watched the footage from his akumatization. Even without Alya recording, someone usually was, and the footage was always online by the end of the day.

He knew what he’d done to Chat Noir.

He’d seen the way he dropped his baton, a sign of surrender. The way Rocketear hadn’t hesitated to push him back with everything he had, pounding him again and again and again into that van, how he’d grabbed him by the head and slammed him backwards like-

“Nino!”

The Kwami’s paw was gentle on his wrist and Nino shuddered, scrubbing at his eyes furiously and dislodging his glasses. “Oh my god, oh my god, where is he?” he choked out. “I-I need to find him right now, Kwami dude, I-I can’t believe I-”

“Plagg,” the Kwami offered, his scratchy voice easing Nino from his panic. “And it wasn’t you, kid.”

“B-But it was, that’s the worst part,” Nino whispered, standing and pacing now. “I hated him, I hated him so much I – oh my god, he tried to tell me.” He laughed, bitter, holding his hands together behind his head. “He tried to tell me Alya and Chat didn’t have a thing and I-”

“Nino,” Plagg interrupted. “He’s on the roof.”

Nino stopped, blinked at him. “He’s what.”

Plagg nodded upwards, his antenna bobbing. “On the roof. Been there every night for the last week.” His voice lowered. “He wanted to talk to you, but he’s too scared.”

“He’s on the…he’s on my roof?”

Nino scrambled around his room, grabbing a jacket and an extra hoodie before reaching out, snatching Plagg, and shoving him into his hat. He froze a millisecond later. “Um. Please don’t cataclysm me for that, dude.”

Plagg’s chuckle was more like a purr. “Please. As if I’d need to use all that on just you.”

Nino supposed he should be insulted, but with everything he now knew, he couldn’t find it in himself to care. It was nearly one am – he’d been out late studying with Alya – so now he crept from his room and to the front door, hopeful not to wake his family. Grabbed his key off the hook by the entrance, and then eased the apartment door shut behind him.

It was only one flight up to the roof access, usually locked, but Nino had come up here with Alya more times than he could count, so he knew that if you wiggled the lock just right, it would come undone on it’s own. They’d oiled the hinges ages ago so that it didn’t scream every time it was opened, and now it was silent as Nino pushed it up and stared over the flat top.

Adrien was silhouetted in the moonlight, precariously close to the edge, and it made Nino’s breath hitch. He pushed the door all the way open and clambered up onto the roof as quietly as possible, easing the hatch shut again before turning back to his best friend and slumping.

Best friend.

God, how could he have-?

“You didn’t know,” Plagg whispered, gentler than Nino had expected him to be. The Kwami zipped from his hat, hovering in the air next to him, and he offered Nino a grim smile. “I might hate you a little right now for what you did to him, but you didn’t know, kid.”

Nino let out a shaky breath and started the trek over to his friend, fiddling with his extra sweatshirt. The night air was chill, and he was glad he’d brought it – Adrien was in nothing but short sleeves.

“All week, huh?” he murmured, watching as Adrien jumped a little, fingers tightening on the edge of the roof. “Could’ve just called, dude.”

Adrien twisted, lips parting. “How did you know I was-?”

His eyes landed on Plagg and a squeak slipped from his mouth as his hand shot to his shirt pocket. It wouldn’t have been funny if he hadn’t gone so pale.

So Plagg hadn’t told him he was telling Nino. Interesting.

“Y-You can’t-! You told-?”

“You’ve been here all week, Adrien,” Plagg snapped. “You weren’t gonna tell him, I was. You need a cheese in your corner.”

Nino had no idea what that meant, but he couldn’t stop staring long enough to care.

Adrien’s eyes were tired. There was no glint in them. The circles under his eyes were deep – he must’ve been wearing makeup to school, because Nino hadn’t seen them until now. His hands were trembling, his lips were bitten raw, and Nino felt his entire heart shatter.

“I am…so sorry,” he choked out, tears spilling over. Adrien jolted, turning his gaze from Plagg to him.

“Nino-”

“No, dude, no, I-I-I…I don’t care that I didn’t know. I should never have said those things, I should never have hurt you like that, oh my god dude, I hurt you so bad, I like could have killed you, a-a-and…”

He froze, reeling, and stumbled back. Adrien got to his feet warily, holding his hands up. “Nino?”

“You were gonna let me.”

He wanted it disproved, but Adrien’s flinch told him everything. His chest seized and Nino choked on his breath. “You were gonna let me, you would’ve fucking let me, you fucking asshole how could you? Do you have any fucking idea how much I care about you dude?”

He shoved Adrien without thinking, hands firm against his shoulders, pushing him back and away from the edge. Adrien’s eyes were wide, lip trembling, and Nino pushed him again, closer to the center of the roof, this time forcing the sweatshirt into his grasp. Adrien clung to it, lips parted, and Nino dragged his hands through his hair, pacing as Adrien shrugged the sweatshirt on. He’d left his hat downstairs, he registered somewhere in the back of his mind.

“Oh my god,” he choked out. “I-I…I’m so sorry dude. I’m so sorry, your dad, and then school, and modelling and your stupid model diet and then you’re a literal superhero and I’m supposed to be your best friend and I didn’t even…”

“You weren’t saying them about me,” Adrien whispered. “I know that.”

Nino spun to face him, vision blurry. “If you knew that you wouldn’t have been on my roof every night for the last week working up the nerve to talk to me. If you knew that you wouldn’t have thrown down your weapon and let me beat you to-”

He cut himself off with choked cry and he rushed at Adrien, clinging to him with a force he didn’t know he possessed. He cradled his friend’s head gently, heart sinking for a moment until he felt Adrien’s hands lift to settle tentatively on his back.

“I don’t hate you,” he whispered into Adrien’s ear. Nino swallowed, throat aching. “I don’t hate you, and I don’t hate Chat Noir. I was mad. A-And that’s not an excuse for what I said, and I’m so sorry. I’ve never hated Chat Noir, dude. He was always my favorite. I just…”

“You were upset,” Adrien finished, soft.

“Jumped to conclusions,” Nino corrected. “I was jealous of Alya keeping stuff from me, and I jumped to conclusions, and I hurt you, shit I-I hurt you, I-”

“I’m okay, Nino. It’s okay.”

“It’s not okay,” Nino croaked, tightening his grip. Something in him breathed easier when Adrien tightened his own back, harder, his shoulders starting to shake. “It’s not okay, I love you, dude. Don’t do that for me. Don’t ever stop fighting back when it’s your life at stake, I-I can’t…”

Adrien’s grip clenched in his hoodie and suddenly Nino’s neck was wet with tears. Nino carded his fingers through Adrien’s hair, turning his head just slightly to press his lips against his temple. “Talk to me, dude,” he whispered. “I’m here now, you don’t have to do this alone. Not anymore.”

“You can’t tell, Nino,” Adrien croaked. “I mean it, not even Alya. Y-You can’t. Promise me.”

“Hey.”

He pushed Adrien back, gentle, and cupped his cheeks, swiping away the tears on his skin. “I promise,” he said firmly, staring Adrien in the eyes to show he meant it. “This is too big to tell, dude.”

“You told me-”

“I trusted you,” Nino said, squeezing Adrien’s shoulders. “I was pissed, and I knew I trusted you more than anyone, and I knew you wouldn’t say anything. A-And I was wrong, dude. I shouldn’t have told Alya’s identity. Mine is one thing, but that wasn’t okay. But man, dude, you have it rough as it is, without anyone knowing you’re a superhero. I’m not telling, dude.”

Adrien swallowed, throat bobbing, and glanced behind Nino, where he presumed Plagg was floating. Plagg must have indicated something, because he slumped and gave a weak smile. “Thank you, Nino.”

Nino shook his head. “Don’t thank me. D-Don’t…not after that.”

Adrien’s hands were on his cheeks now, fingers freezing. “Hey. It wasn’t you. You might’ve been mad, but it wasn’t you. It was Shadowmoth amplifying those emotions, and you beat him. You beat him, Nino. I’m…so proud of you for that,” he whispered, voice cracking.

Nino pulled him in again, arms clinging to his back and his nose pressed into the hood of Adrien’s borrowed sweatshirt. “I’m proud of you too, dude,” he said. He felt Adrien’s grip tighten on his back. “No one ever says it. I’m proud of you. And I’m-”

“If you say sorry one more time,” Adrien croaked, laughter behind his tears, “I will personally dangle you off the Eiffel Tower by your shield.”

Nino chuckled and stepped back, tugging Adrien’s wrists gently. “Come inside,” he pleaded. “It’s cold out.”

Adrien glanced behind his shoulder, teeth worrying at his lip. “I should get home,” he said. “It’s late.”

“Then they won’t notice,” Nino said, pulling him a step further. “C’mon, dude. You’ve been by yourself for so long. I wanna hear about being Chat Noir.”

Adrien looked back to him, lips parted. The glint in his eyes was illuminated by the surrounding buildings, and something in Nino’s stomach twisted in a way he wasn’t going to question at the moment. “Really?”

“You kidding? Of course, dude.”

Adrien’s mouth slid into a tiny smile now, head tilting in that puppy-dog way only he could pull off. “Yeah. Y-Yeah, I’d like that. If you’re sure it’s-”

Nino knelt down and lifted the roof access cover, climbing onto the ladder and looking back up at Adrien with what he hoped was an inviting grin. “Dude. Just get inside already.”

Sneaking back in was harder than sneaking out, only because now he had another person in tow, but they managed to get back into his room without waking anyone (even after their quick excursion to the kitchen for a block of sharp cheddar, because Plagg was whiny). Nino shut off all the lights in his room except his desk lamp, leaving the soft glow to illuminate the corner and moving to his bed.

Adrien hesitated at the foot of it, fiddling with the sweatshirt strings on Nino’s hoodie (and Nino was ignoring how much he liked that image, that was something he could confront in the morning). “Um.”

Nino rolled his eyes and held out an arm. “Come cuddle, bro. And tell me about being the hottest bachelor in Paris.”

That got a snort from his friend, and Adrien crawled into the bed next to him, flopping against Nino’s side and leaning his head against his shoulder as Nino tucked an arm around him. “I thought I was the hottest bachelor in Paris.”

“Oh my god, you and your alter ego literally are competing for the same spot, that’s so fucking funny,” Nino cackled, keeping his voice low so he didn’t wake Chris next door.

Adrien chuckled and then fell quiet, and Nino traced a circle on his arm, feeling the mood shift. “Wanna talk about what’s been going on with you and Ladybug?”

“How did you-?”

“It’s pretty obvious when you’re working directly next to the two of you. And especially now that I know it’s my best bro behind the mask? What’s up?”

Adrien went still again, and then rolled over, pressing his face into Nino’s shoulder. “Can we talk about that tomorrow?” he mumbled. “I’d rather just…hang out, for now.”

Nino tightened his grip, focused on the ceiling, and tried to quell the racing thoughts in his mind. “Of course, dude. Of course.”

Adrien’s breathing evened out, and Nino had a feeling he probably wasn’t heading home anytime soon. He didn’t care, just shifted to put his phone and glasses on his nightstand and then rolled over to hold his friend closer, smiling thinly when he instantly clung back.

Plagg was curled up on the pillow above Adrien’s head, and his cat eyes blinked sleepily as he studied Nino. “Thanks, kid.”

Nino loosened a hand and reached up, scratching the cat on the head, fully prepared to lose a finger. To his surprise, Plagg just purred and nudged up into the touch. “Thanks for breaking the rules for him,” he whispered back. “I’m sorry I put both of you through that.”

“You’re a good kid, Nino,” Plagg said, yawning and curling his tail around himself. “Stupid, but good. Wayzz likes you for a reason.”

The Kwami went quiet and started snoring, leaving Nino to flush at the compliment, run his fingers through Adrien’s hair, and fall asleep with a sense of calm he hadn’t felt in a long, long time.

[mrs-gucci]

The Forbidden Fruit {medieval priest!Kylo Ren x Reader}

anonymous:

Priest!Kylo + tavern + visiting his known mistress

author’s notes: hello, hello! ooo, priest!Kylo is a dirty man and I am very much here for it ;) thanks for the request! (post-writing note: this got waay longer than I originally intended lol)

warnings: a touch of fluff. smut. general filth. the incorrect use of the Adam and Eve bible story. oral sex (f receiving). a bit of religion-infused coercion. innocence kink if you really squint. hints of praise kink. virginity loss. 

tw’s: extramarital affair/sex (as was common in medieval times). (!!) dubcon (!!) **please let me know if I missed any warnings and/or tw’s!!**

word count: 1.8k

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[NOT my edit. full credit goes to sacklers_sack on Twitter]

Father Kylo walks into the Adam and Eve Tavern and steps up to the bar, ordering a mug of frothy golden brew. He takes a sip as he walks over to his usual corner table, fingers fiddling with the ring around his thick finger. 

Even though his wife already knows of his affair, he still feels a small twinge of guilt whenever he lies to her about his whereabouts. It’s a very slight feeling of remorse, though, considering the fact that she’s one of Satan’s disciples.

You walk in only minutes later, flipping the hood of your cloak off the top of your head. He looks over at smiles at the sight of you, admiring your pure and raw beauty. He’s almost sure you’re some sort of angel in disguise, too beautiful and pure to be anything less. Gods, he wants nothing more than to wreck you, split you in half with his cock.

“Hello, angel.” He purrs as you walk over and sit down at the table with him, eyes lingering on your bosom, which is accentuated greatly in this particular gown. “I am glad to see your beautiful face this eve.”

Your lips curl up into a small smirk. “No need for such flattery, Father. We both know why you summoned me here.”

“I’ve always loved how you get right down to business.” Kylo chuckles devilishly. “There are a series of rooms upstairs, the very reason I chose this particular establishment to conduct our...meeting. Step into the last one down the hall and strip bare, lay down on the bed. I will join you in a moment.”

Nodding, you stand and make your way up to the room, swaying your hips a bit extra for the Father. He smirks when he notices this, taking another sip of his beer as he feels his length twitch to life ‘neath his robes.

He waits a few minutes, finishing the mug of beer and leaving behind a tip for the barkeep before walking up to the room he’s reserved for the night. When he walks in, the sight of your nude body illuminated by the warm orange glow of the crackling fire greets him. Gods, is there a better sight to behold than this one?

Your chest rises and falls gently, rhythmically, breasts rising and falling along with your steady breathing. He’s hypnotized, momentarily, drinking in the angelic beauty that lays across the bedsheets.

His robes are swiftly removed and draped over one of the chairs, leaving him in only his undergarments. He points to your legs with his pointer and middle fingers, silently indicating that he’d like you to spread them. You do.

“Tell me, angel. Have you heard the Biblical tale of Adam and Eve?”

You shake your head, biting down on your lip when he takes a step forward towards the bed. “No, Father, I have not.”

He smirks, standing with his hands clasped behind his back. Remnants of his hot breath tease your bare skin, causing you to shudder.

“Adam and Eve were the first human beings created by God, and they inhabited in the Garden of Eden. They were given allowed to use or consume any of the other plants in the Garden, but they were told not to eat any of the forbidden fruit from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil.”

You gasp when his hands suddenly seize your ankles and pull you to the end of the bed.

“But,” The Father sinks to his knees, never breaking eye contact. “They failed to resist the temptation. The fruit...”

He pushes your legs as far apart as they can go, then lightly traces your glistening slit with his fingertips. Your breath hitches in your throat at his featherlight touch on your center.

Your eyes widen when his nose nudges your outer lips and he takes a long, slow inhale of your natural scent. He shudders, groaning under his breath before his tongue suddenly licks an agonizingly slow stripe up your cunt.

“The forbidden fruit was just too sweet.” Kylo says, licking his lips with a small smirk at the corners of his mouth. “It was so tender, so juicy; it just felt too right to be wrong, too delicious to be sin.”

You can’t stop the desperate whimper that escapes between your parted lips, insides clenching desperately against themselves. He notices the way your hole puckers, and his smirk grows a bit wider.

His mouth opens, then, and he encapsulates your entire core in a sloppy kiss. Your back arches and you gasp loudly, head pressing back against the pillows. The coarse hairs of his beard scratch your skin in the most delightfully pleasurable way, only adding to the sensations he’s creating with his mouth.

“F-Father--ohh!” Your feet plant and your hips lift up off the bed. “Oh gods, mmmm!”

He begins moving with more aggression, passionately slurping up each and every drop of the sweet nectar that leaks from your cunt. His assault doesn’t let up, not until his efforts bring you to the ultimate high.

“Father! F-Father, oh Christ!” You shriek softly, legs quaking as you hit your peak with an Earth-shattering intensity.

Kylo pulls away shortly after you’ve ridden out your high and he’s consumed every single drop of your sinful sweetness, upper lip and beard glistening with your release. He practically rips his undergarments off and wraps a large, veiny hand around the base.

“Lay up at the head of the bed, now. I shall claim your innocence tonight, angel.”

Your eyes widen and you sit up, chewing on your now-tender bottom lip. “I d-don’t know...”

The Father shakes his head, quickly pinning you to the bed, caging you with his large body. You watch his silver Holy Cross necklace shimmer in the dim light, reminding you that he is a man of God and that he would never ask anything of you that he didn’t think you were ready for.

“Do not fear it, my child; why would His Holiness grant us the bodies we posses, ones that can bring such pleasures, if we aren’t intended to use them? Trust me, angel, all will be alright.”

You’re not much of a religious woman, but he makes a reasonable argument...

“O-Okay.”

He smiles, reaching down to place a gentle kiss on your lips. “I will go slowly for you. It may hurt at first, but I promise it will get better.”

You nod. “I trust you, Father.”

His tip swipes all through your slick before settling at your entrance, ready to push in. He holds your cheeks, looking deep into your eyes.

“Are you ready, my angel?”

As soon as you nod, his pelvis pushes forward and his length pushes through your unstretched walls. You cry out, tears instantly burning your eyes as they instantly begin to collect in the corners.

Once he’s fully seated inside you, he remains still, jaw clenched so tight you’re worried he’ll crack his teeth should he clench any tighter. It’s taking every single ounce of his willpower not to fuck you raw, but he knows what he must take care of you this eve. There will be plenty of time for all of that in the future.

“You’re doing sssso well, angel. Taking me so well.”

His words of encouragement, his mutters of of praise reassure you that this was a good choice. You’ve never felt so stuffed in your entire life, not even after holiday feasts and the more your insides stretch in accommodation, the better it begins to feel.

You nod up at him, the first tear escaping your overflowing eyes.

“I’m a-alright now, Father.”

He plants a kiss on your forehead, still cradling your face as he draws back, then pushes forward once more. The noises that escape your lips are positively sinful and they only encourage him on, hips steadily gaining speed and force with each passing moment.

Soon, your body and breasts and excess flesh bounce in time with his hips’ sharp, forceful thrusts. By now, the pain has completely subsided and made way for the pleasure to build in your loins.

“S-So sssweet,” He grunts quietly in your ear. “So j-juicy and tender...and you’re a-all mine...”

Your small whimpers and gasps turn to scandalous moans and cries of desperation. You hold onto his arms tightly, fingernails digging deep into his alabaster skin, surely leaving marks.

“Please, Father, please...”

Kylo can feel his control, his restraint beginning to slip as he nears climax. He’s unable to hold it off, unwilling to deny himself this heavenly pleasure whilst his cock is stained with fresh virgin’s blood.

The thought of that alone thrusts him right up to the edge, looking over the cliff to the peak of bliss.

“Y/N, my a-angel, I...I will not be able to endure much l-longer.”

You nod, grabbing hold of his hair firmly. “It is alright, F-Father. Use m-me, use my body to bring yourself p-pleasure.”

Those words send him careening into climax and he quickly pulls away just as the first rope of his foggy liquor emerges. His hips still give half-hearted mock thrusts as he spills his creamy seed all over your puffy, used cunt.

He crawls off of you once he’s finished, beginning to redress immediately. You sit up, shakily and already you can feel the pain in your loins beginning to build from the Father’s hardened intrusion.

Your eyes catch sight of some red dripped down onto the bedsheet and your cheeks warm, acute worry flaring up inside of you. Is that supposed to happen?

Almost as if he read your worried mind, Father Kylo steps up to you and holds your chin up so that you can look into his eyes.

“Bleeding is typical for virgins, nothing is the matter, I promise.”

You nod, sighing softly in relief. “Thank you, Father.”

He smiles, bending down to place a chaste kiss on your lips. “It is I who should be thanking you, my child. Thank you for giving your innocence to me, for trusting me. You did so well for me tonight, angel.”

Your cheeks warm in flattery, smile splitting your face. But, your expression falls into a frown when you see him drape the cloak over his shoulders.

“Must you leave so soon, Father?”

Father Kylo nods as he pulls on his shoes. “I must get back to the convent, angel; I apologize for having to rush off so quickly. But, I promise I will make it up to you next time, yes?”

You nod, offering a small, disappointment-tinged smile. “Yes, of course, Father. I understand.”

He reaches ‘neath his robes and pulls out the small, silver Holy Cross necklace, draping it around your neck.

“Something to remind you of me, ‘till we next meet.” Kylo says, kissing your temple. “Farewell, my beloved angel.”

Your lips tug up into a genuine smile, fingers toying with the silver charm as he approaches the door and slips out.

“Farewell, Father.”

[peterparkerspooderman]

Cockwarming

A/N: So i am currently writing the smut prompts but i found this in my drafts and thought that you all would enjoy it!

Summary: You and Peter like trying new things within your sex lives and the new thing that you asked Peter to do drove him wild.

Pairing: Peter parker x reader

Warnings: Smut (it’s FILTHY ya’ll 18+), daddy kink, cockwarming, rough sex, dom!peter, squirting.

Word count: 3k

PLEASE DON’T READ IF UNDER 18

You and Peter have been together for about a year and a half. You two have been intimate on many occasions and are constantly wanting to try something new. So when you went to Peter with the idea of cockwarming he was intrigued by it and wanted to try it.

“What is it?” Peter asks. His back leaned against the sofa, his hand on your thigh, his thumb rubbing soft circles on your exposed skin from the skirt. The T.V on quietly in the background.

You look around in the T.V room to see if anyone is listening, even though you know you have t room to your selfs.

“It’s when I either have your hard cock in my pussy or in my mouth and don’t move, just staying still.” You explain. You pussy throbbing at the thought of it. Peter’s eyes flutter and you can see his cock already starting to get hard under his jeans.

“Okay, I’m down.” He says, his hand moving high up your thigh. “When do you want to do it?” He asks, his sparkling brown eyes on yours.

You lean forward so your lips are just grazing his ear. His hand tightens on your thigh when he feels your hot breath gliding across the shell of his ear.

“We can do it when its movie nigh tonight. I can straddle your lap with your dick inside of me with a blanket covering us, no one will suspect a thing.” You whisper into his ear.

Peter groans at the idea. His hand slides up to cup your hot pussy. You groan in his ear.

“I like that idea and by the looks of it, so do you, baby” Peter purrs. His body leaning closer to capture your earlobe in between his teeth, tugging slightly. Your eyes flutter closed in pleasure. His thumb rubs your clit through your underwear, his lips moving from your ear to placing wet kisses on your neck.

“Uhh- Peter, that feels good,” you moan quietly as to not attract attention.

Peter pats your thigh so you can swing your legs to straddle him. You do so and your pussy is greeted by his hard cock straining against the zipper.

“Fuck, Peter.” You groan, your hips grinding down on him while your hands loop around his neck, his lips capture yours in a hungry kiss, his hands tight on your waist, guiding you on his cock. You break away from the kiss.

“What time does movie night start?” You ask breathlessly. Your hips not losing their momentum.

“At 7:00 and it’s 6:58.” He rasps, his attention focused solely on you.

“Shit. We should try it before everyone gets here to see if it’s something we really want to commit to.” You say, your hips stopping their movement. Peter lets out a whine at the loss of contact.

“Don’t worry baby, you’ll be inside me soon.” You coo.

You get up and take your panties off. You give them to Peter, he immediately puts it in his back pocket. You hear the faint sounds of people talking, getting louder as they approach the room. Both you and Peter’s eyes widen. You quickly grab a blanket and throw it over your shoulder and sit on Peters lap. You hastily unbuckle his jeans and shimmy it, and his boxers, down so his cock can spring free. Without hesitation you slide down on to his hard, pulsing cock.

Your mouth opens and you let out a small whimper as you sink down fully onto his dick. He lets out a groan that makes your pussy clench, his hands tighten their grip on your waist at the movement.

“Fuck y/n. I don’t think I can last a whole movie with your pussy clenching around me and not moving.” Peter groans in your ear.

“You’re going to have to try because once they come in here there is no going back.” You say, leaning forward, the two corners of the blanket in your hands as you loop your arms around Peter’s neck. To others it looks like a cute couple cuddling under a blanket, how wrong they are.

Not long after you get comfortable the rest of the avengers come piling in. You close your eyes, pretending to be asleep, it’s easier to explain why you’re in the position you’re in.

“Is she asleep?” Bucky whispers to Peter, seeing your ‘peaceful’ form on his chest. At this all the avengers quieten their voices and look at you and Peter. Peter’s face going bright red at all the attention. He looks at you before answering, catching on.

“Yeah, she had a long day” Peter replies. His cock so hard and wet and warm inside of you. It’s taking all of his self control to not buck his hips into you and hear you moan and whimper.

“Do you not want to take her to her room?” Sam suggests, sitting down next you and Peter. He was about to answer but you beat him to it.

“No, I want to stay here, I want to listen to the movie.” You mumble, faking as if you’ve just woken up but aren’t ready to be fully awake yet.

Everyone just shrugs their shoulders and leaves you be. They take their seats, Sam and Bucky on the couch you and Peter are currently on and the rest sprinkled around the room. You can feel Peter’s cock stretching you but he wasn’t as hard as he was before. You have to keep him hard until the end of the movie. So you shimmy up a little, your pussy leaking juices as it lifts off Peter’s cock a bit and you move back down again. Peter swallows his moan, his hands moving to your hips and squeezing, pulling you more into his body, your clit rubs onto his pubic bone and you let out a quiet whimper only Peter heard. His cock hard as ever inside of you, paining you that you can move.

“Okay so the choices are Dumbo and Fantasia” Tony says. Great, the shortest and longest Disney movies up as an option. You hope that Dumbo wins.

Half of people said Dumbo and half said Fantasia, the only person that can break the tie is you, so you obviously pick Dumbo because it’s the shortest movie.

The movie starts playing, the lights go down and everyone is munching on popcorn. You start to get desperate for friction now, feeling Peter’s swollen cock throb inside you is driving you crazy. So you ‘adjust’ your sitting position by lifting your ass off your heels and are on your knees, Peter’s dick coming out of you completely, he swallows a groan, making sure that the blanket is covering you both. The others look at you weirdly.

“Stretching my legs.” You explain to them. They nod their head in understanding and go back to the movie.

Once all their attention is away from you, you look down at Peter’s cock in shock. It’s dark red and the veins are bulging more than normal. This doesn’t look right. You lower your hips back onto his shaft with Peter’s help. Both of you stifling your moans. You turn your head away from everyone and whisper into Peter’s ear.

“Babe, your dick doesn’t look right.”

“It hurts really bad baby, I can’t go on for any longer.” He whimpers into your ear, a whimper of pain, not pleasure.

“What do you need, Peter?” You ask, wanting to help.

“I really need to fuck you y/n.” Peter responds, his lips grazing your ear. His voice breaking a little. Your heart both breaks and speeds up. The need in his voice making your core wetter but the breaking of it making your heart shatter.

“Take me to your room and you can do whatever you want to me Peter, go rough because I know you need to.” You whisper into his neck. He lets out a low growl and wraps his arms around your waist.

Your arms hold tighter around Peter’s neck and he stands up, your legs wrapping around his waist, the blanket covering you two completely.

Peter leaves the room without saying anything and rushes to his room, luckily it’s the farthest room.

Once you two are far away enough you drop the blanket and immediately crash your lips onto his. He lets out all the groans that he’s been holding in into your mouth. Peters hands move to under your ass, moving you up and down to get some friction on his throbbing cock. You moan into his mouth. Your hands burying themselves into his curls and pulling gently.

Peter shuts his bedroom door with his foot. He leans down to lay you down onto the bed. He leans up to rip your shirt off, your bra on full display. You sit up to rip his buttons open and slide his shirt down his shoulders. His cock leaves your aching pussy so he can pull down his pants. You look at it and you gasp. It’s worse than before. It looks incredibly angry. The veins bulging our more and turning a light purple.

“Babe,” you say quietly, your eyes still on his raging cock. You can see it throbbing in front of you.

“I guess a con of being Spiderman is that I can’t be hard for too long” He jokes even though you can see how much it’s hurting him. “I really need to be inside you y/n.” He adds pleadingly.

“Of course baby. Do want you need to do. You won’t hurt me.” You say lovingly.

You undo your bra and shimmy out of your skirt. You crawl backwards so your head hits the pillow. Peter follows. You spread your legs wide open, just for him. Ready for him.

Peter settle in-between your legs, placing one leg over his shoulder and the other around his waist, his favourite position. His cock lined up to plunge into your sopping pussy.

“You sure I can go rough baby?” Peter asks. You look him in the eyes, his eyes pleading that you confirm it but he doesn’t want to push your boundaries.

“Yes Peter. Let go.” You say, your hand going up to his bicep.

That was Peter needed to thrust into your pussy. You let out a loud moan as you feel him inside you, filling you up. His hips thrusting hard and fast. His hands come to squeeze your hips. You know it will leave bruises but you couldn’t care right now.

“Fuck baby. You’re so wet and tight. You take my cock so well.” Peter moans out. His one hand sliding up to massage your tit. Even through his sex fogged state he still wants you to enjoy yourself.

“Uh-Uh Peter. Your cock makes me feel so good. You’re doing so good baby. You fuck me so deep.” You moan out, knowing he loves when you talk to him.

“I fucking love you so much baby.” Peter grunts out. His hands now back on your hips. Your hands scratching down his arms.

Even after telling Peter that he can go as rough as he wants to, you can still feel him restraining. He still doesn’t think you want it that rough because he’s scared he’ll hurt you.

“I fucking love you too Pete. Uhuhuh- Fuck me harder baby. I don’t want to walk tomorrow. Give me all you’ve got.” You pant out, a challenge underlining your last sentence.

Peter is skeptical but you nod your head at him. He leans up, taking your legs and putting both of them over his shoulders, leaning down so his hands are beside your head. His hips thrust into you harder and faster. You let out a pornstar moan at the change of speed and him plowing into you. Your hands rake down his back, leaving scratches in their wake.

“ahhhh- Peter! This is how I like it baby! Your cock feels so good inside me.” You shout.

“You take my cock so well baby. Is this how hard you want me to fuck you? Huh, baby? Where you can’t think of anyone else’s name except for mine.” Peter grunts out. His mouth on your neck and chest, leaving hicks wherever his lips touch.

“Peter! Fuck yes!” You scream out at his words with his lips on you. You feel the familiar knot in your stomach. Your hand comes in-between you two and rubs vicious circles on your clit.

“You’re almost there baby, huh? My dick so good you’re gonna squirt for me?” Peter moans out. Slapping your hand away and replacing it with his. Your back arches off the mattress, your nipples taken into Peter’s mouth as he sucks. You scream out his name.

All you can hear is his balls slapping against your ass and the headboard banging against the wall, the dents in the bricks are evident.

“Peter- fuck. I-i’m gonna cum.” You whine. Your hand going into his curls, pushing his head into your chest more.

“Not yet baby, I want us to cum together.” Peter pants out around your nipple. His hand slowing at your clit, prolonging your orgasm.

You lift your head up and suck hickies onto his chest and neck.

“Talk to me y/n.” Peter moans out. His face sweaty and his eyes pleading for a release.

“Fuck- your cock feels so fucking good, so deep in my wet pussy. My pussy is hungry for your cum baby. Only you could ever fuck me this good, Peter.” Your voice scratchy from you moaning and screaming. Peter elicits a loud moan at your words.

They seem to have worked because he rubs your clit faster. You let out a pornographic scream, your walls clenching around Peter’s pulsing hard cock.

“I’m cumming baby, i-i’m cumming.” Peter chocks out. His eyes sealed shut, his eyebrows furrowing, his mouth open and his hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. He looks like a sex god. You feel your walls clenching around him. The knot releases in your stomach.

“Me too baby. Me too. Oh fuck! Pete!” You scream out as your orgasm crashes into you like a brick wall. Your juices rushing out of you and onto Peter.

His hips still as he fills you up with his hot cum. His head tilting back letting out the loudest moan you’ve ever heard from him, repeating your name like a mantra. He stays in you for a few moments, emptying himself into you. He lets down your legs gently, they wrap around his waist lazily. You and Peter both panting, chests heaving. He slowly removes himself out of you. You hiss at the emptiness. He lies down next to you, pulling you by the waist closer to him. Your hand rests on his chest.

“That was the hottest thing you’ve ever done baby. Oh my god. You fucking squirted.” Peter croaks out. You giggle at his disbelief, granted you’ve never done it before. When he asked if you were going to squirt he didn’t expect it to be true.

“You fucked me so fucking good baby. Oh my god. It was so hot you going rough.” You gush, your voice breaking because of your loud screams.

“Are you sure I didn’t go too hard y/n? I really did go all out. I’m really sorry. I should have been more gentle, fuck I’m so sorry.” Peter rambles. His brown eyes filled with worry and concern. You take his head in your hands and kiss him softly. His arms pulling you closer into his chest.

“It was amazing baby. I loved every second of it. It was perfect” You say quietly because your voice really was quite sore.

“I’m glad babygirl, I really am. Fuck I can’t even move.” Peter chuckles, you follow with a giggle.

“I’ll be right back baby, I have to clean my cum off you.” You tell him before untangling him from your arms.

You get up on shaky legs and you can already feel the pain that will be full force tomorrow. You enter the connected bathroom and dampen a washcloth. You hobble over to Peter, his eyes closing slightly. You get on the bed, tapping Peters thigh.

“Open up babe.” You say softly. Peter opens his legs for you to clean. You take the washcloth and gently glide it over his thighs and stomach. His dick has softened and looks a lot better than what it did before.

“How are you feeling baby?” You ask him. The cloth finished on him and you moved onto cleaning yourself off.

“I’m feeling a lot better, thank you babe. Now come to bed, I’m sleepy.” Peter grumbles

You toss the dirty washcloth to the side and moved next to Peter, lifting a blanket over the both of you. You nuzzle into his chest, his arms wrapping around you. Your leg thrown over his. Your eyes droop and soon sleep takes over.

                                                         ***

The next morning your eyes flutter open to see Peter looking at you, his brown eyes sparkling in the sunlight. Your hand strokes his cheek, you lean forwards and give him a deep morning kiss.

“Good morning baby.” Peter rasps, his voice rough and deep.

“Good mo-“ you say but the word is cut off. You try again but all that comes out are broken sounds. You look at Peter worried. You really lost your voice from screaming last night.

“Well that’s an ego boost if I’ve ever seen one.” Peter says, smirking at you. You hit his arm playfully. He chuckles at you.

As you stand up the pain between your legs is too much and you sit back down. You try again but it’s too painful to walk. Peter walks around the bed to get to you and kneels down so you can see his eyes.

“You really can’t walk y/n?” He asks, concern swimming in his eyes.

You nod your head yes.

“I’m so sorry baby. Fuck I hurt you. How could I have been so stupid? How could I let myself do that?” Peter scolds himself. You take his hands in yours, bringing it up to your lips and giving it a light kiss.

“I wanted it rough so you gave it to me rough” You whisper bluntly. Whispering seems to make coherent words come out. “I don’t ever want you to be sorry for making me feel good. Ever.” You say, leaning forward and connecting his lips with yours.

Your lips move rhythmically with his, his tongue poking out between your lips. You allow him access immediately. Peter slowly stands up with your lips still attached as he pushes you gently down the mattress, hovering over you. Your hands move to his curls and weave your fingers through them. Peter’s hands move to your hips but you hiss out in pain. Peter stop immediately.

“What? What’s wrong? Did I do something wrong?” Peter asks frantically. You let out a soft giggle.

Peter looks down to your hips and sees purple bruises in the shape of hand marks. His hand marks. He’s horrified with himself. He’s about to jump off of you when you catch his hand, yanking him onto the bed and straddling his waist.

“You will not feel bad for leaving LOVE marks on my body, do you understand Parker?” You whisper yelled at him. “I love these marks and I love the pain in my pussy and I love that my voice is gone. I love it because you did this out of love. You wanted to make me feel good and that is exactly what you did so I never want you to ever look away at the marks that you give me and see them as negative. They are not. They are a sign of how much you care about what I like and what I want in the bedroom.” You finish, taking a breath after your outbreak.

Peter looks up at you with adoration and pulls your head down for another kiss. From that day on, Peter never looked away at the love marks that he gave you.

[harrywritingsbyme]

can you do like where Harry overstimulates her until she gets into subspace? the one where Harry keeps on making her cum and squirt, stimulates her clit as a punishment maybe?

Sunday Smut Concept #30

Based Off Of This Ask

And This One

A/N: It’s here...the final Sunday Smut Concept for a little while🥺. I’ve really really really enjoyed writing them every Sunday for the past 30 weeks and I think that it’s time to give them a little break. I’m in this adjusting phase and I need to do some cutting back, and this is the first step😔. I’m getting sentimental while writing this so imma tell y’all a lil about this one...it’s filthy with a terrible ending. Like I've had this ask in my inbox for a lil bit along with this Inspo and since were retiring these babies for a minuet, I thought that I’d bless y’all with this one. Enjoy🙃💕

I can’t even look at this without thinking about Harry and Y/n!

Like Harry had been milking release after release out of you. It started off with him simply pounding into you while you screamed at the top of your lungs about how good it felt while begging for more. His hips never staggered as he fluidly and skillfully slammed and crammed his large cock down into you. He made sure to do everything that would drive you wild and closer to your release. And he made sure to do it a little early too. See, the two of you had a little bit of an unsaid rule that revolved around your releases. It was commonplace for you to cum whenever Harry told you, whenever he was about to cum, or not at all if he decided to go with that torturous option. And since this was the case, pushing you extremely close to the edge early on in you guys’ round when Harry wasn’t even considering cumming was going to drive you insane and pull a very strong release out of you. And it did. You guys’ first round ended with Harry cumming deep inside of your tummy with you screaming, crying, convulsing, and squirting. Your warm fluids gushed out of you as you let go, and it was a sight and feeling that hooked Harry right in and put him on a mission of making you fall apart over and over again.

Once you both finished going at your first round, Harry slowly pulled his still hard and glistening cock from inside you and brought himself down between your legs. He always enjoyed eating your freshly fucked cunt. The combination of your post release juices mixed with his cum created a taste that was absolutely exquisite to Harry and as soon as he lapped it up onto his tongue, he was hooked. He couldn’t stop stuffing his tongue into your warm, wet, and quivering pussy. As he lapped his tongue up, down, in, and out of your pussy, Harry kept his thumb planted on your clit, continuously circling it around the very sensitive bud of nerves the entire time. Even though you were still very much in shock and tingly from your first mind-blowing release, Harry managed to suck another mind-blowing release out of you and right into his mouth. And once Harry finally came up for air, you were all whiney and shaky from your second release of the night. 

Now while Harry was devouring your oh so sensitive pussy, he was actively rutting himself down against the bed in the process. Despite the fact that he came really hard the first time around, Harry was still hard and in need of a release. And eating your cunt only made his need to take you again that much more intense. So once he’s done eating your cunt, he begins to caress your body and coo down to you about how much of an angel you are and how much more of an angel you’d be if you let him take you again in an attempt to get his way. And unsurprisingly so, it did in fact work. Even in your most loopy state of mind you were always looking for ways to please Harry, who was slowly turning into daddy. Now even though you were always looking to please him and you were letting him take you for the third time despite the fact that you were loosing a bit of feeling in your legs, and your cunt was beyond sensitive, you were still enjoying every second of it. You especially enjoyed the way he deeply thrusted into you as he went into round three. Instead of going hard and fast, Harry decided to take it nice and slow. His baby was doing so well by letting him take your pussy over and over again that he wanted to give it to you in a way that would allow him to love on you but still make you all whiney for his cock and from how good it was. And to do that, Harry slowly pushed his cock back into your cunt before lying on top of you and deeply thrusting into you. He kept himself wrapped around you body as he praised you for taking him so well and sucking on your neck, leaving little bruises and marks littered across your skin. When he feels the very familiar knot forming and tightening in the pit of his stomach, along with feeling your nails sink into his skin a bit harder and hearing your whines turn into cries, Harry begins to move a bit differently. His thrusts speed up just a tad do that he can piston his cock right into your sweet spot and push you even closer. And when your walls begin to contract a bit more, all it takes is one deep and swift thrust for you to begin crumbling and for Harry to begin erupting. As he empties himself into you, you also unravel and experience another mind-shattering release. 

Now once Harry pulls out of you this time, he sits back on his claves between your legs and soaks in your beyond fucked out and cum filled appearance. And as if his cock was right on time, it begins to stiffen back up in-between his legs and go back to being desperate for releases. Your releases. Cumming for him was great but he was more concerned with making you cum over and over again.

“Look so pretty with m’cum dripping out of you.” Harry admires, keeping his eyes on the white steam of cum between your cunt and the sheets. 

“Wanna keep it inside daddy.” You tiredly whine out to him. “Use your cock.”

“Of course sweetie.” Harry coos down to you, and within seconds you’re on your side being stuffed with his cock so that you could keep his cum inside. While he cuddles you from behind, he softly fondles your breasts and pinches your pebbled nipples, causing shocks to go straight to your clit. Not only does he do this though. He also brings a hand  down between your legs to squeeze at your inner thighs and pinch the sensitive flesh. Doing these two things along with simply holding himself inside causes you whine loudly and squirt, letting yourself go all around him for the fourth time. 

“My tummy hurts daddy.” You cry out to him as you’re coming back down.

“You did cum a lot sweetheart.” Harry coos, slowly pulling himself out of and from behind you so that he could get between your legs. Does this feel better babydoll?” Harry asks, rubbing your lower stomach to soothe the pressure from all of your orgasms. 

“Mhm.” You whimper. Now as he does this, you can feel Harry begin to give you little kisses on your thighs and right above your pussy. How could he be down there and not toy with you?! He then brings his other hand up to begin rubbing at your clit. The area between your legs was beyond sensitive and Harry was milking another release out of you! It was very tingly but it felt so good. But the difference between this time and the other four times was the fact that when you came this time, you were going to pass out. You mind was not going to be able to withstand another release. It just wasn’t going to happen, no matter how hard you tried.

“Doing so good baby.” Harry continues, bringing his face in to press an open mouthed kiss to your folds. “Just one more f’me sweet girl.” Harry coaxes, continuing his movements on your belly and clit. Since you were more sensitive than ever, you could pretty much let go on the dime. Which is exactly what you did now. You were so worn out yet sensitive and reactive that you were able to cum just like that. And you managed to squirt all over Harry one final time before completely shutting down. When your juices  gushed out of you and onto his face, Harry was floored. You came for the fifth time of the night. You took all of the pleasure and releases like a champ and the proof was all over his face and the sheets. He then gives your clit one final kiss before pulling himself up to cuddle your exhausted body into his. 

And when he does this he looks down to find the bedsheets completely drenched in you juices, or what Harry likes to call your heavenly drops. Before any cuddling, Harry was definitely getting a picture of this.

Masterlist

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Lets Just Stay

Summary- 1.4k Steve Rogers x You. First thing in the morning, he is your Captain and only yours to love on. 18+ Only. 

A/N- is was a Anons birthday and they deserved something they wanted on their day, as we all do. Happy Birthday Babes. Sending you all the love and support, you deserve to know how incredible you are. 💙

Delicate waves of sunshine trickled from the bedroom window and stretched across your soldier's blonde hair leaving it in a golden hue while your fingers threaded through it, pushing it back from his forehead while his eyelids twitched in his sleep, his head laid against your chest. 

After a very early wake up, both of you passed back out tangled around each other, and now Steve blanketed you, his arm loosely wrapped around you to keep you under him. 

Not that you were looking to move, you hooked one leg around his hip, letting your toes trail up and down the back of a muscular thigh while he shifted slightly in his sleep, pressing his face further against your breasts and you could feel his lips curling against the curve happily finding comfort in your softness. 

You thought he was still asleep for half a minute, your head tilting back with closed eyes as you continued to tangle your fingers through his hair when the kisses started. His fingers tightened around your waist and he moved up slowly, taking his time to press his lips against every inch of your collarbone, then up your neck. The morning scruff on his cheek grazed along your shoulder, giggling a bit at the burn. “Well good morning Sleepy Head.” you mutter to Steve while he presses his hand against the mattress to shift up further, covering your face in flutters of kisses before he finally settles against your lips with a satisfied sleepy sigh. 

“Morning yourself Sweetheart.” He takes his time exploring your bottom lip with his top lip, sucking on it a moment before pressing against your mouth harder. You groaned softly into that kiss, wrapping your arm around his neck and tilting your head, letting your lips part for him. 

His tongue traced along your upper lip till it rolled between parted lips. A stroke of his tongue along yours soon tangled into a much more passionate kiss. 

Your fingers tangled in the hair at the back of his head and your body rolled into his while wiggling your other leg loose to also lope over his hip, locking your ankles together. Steve shifted his hips to press in against you, the both of you moaning against each others mouths at the stimulating feeling. Lifting his head from you with a slight inhale, Steve grinned down at you, your pupils widening feeling him heavy on your inner thigh, matching his grin. “We need to take days off more often Steve.” You tugged your teeth against your bottom lip and he was quick to lay claim to it himself, dipping his head. 

“Mmh, I agree. Getting to wake up and love on you should happen every morning.” His palm covered one of your breasts, kneading it in his palm, the tip pebbling with excitement and peeking between his fingers till he started to pull at it slowly, making you tilt your head back to enjoy the sensation Steve was building in you. 

Fuck he was always so good at it. He pressed his face into your neck with a groan, nipping at that spot where your pulse thrummed excitedly. “Uh Baby, you. Feel. So. Fucking. Good.” He pulled harder, twisting more to make you arch into his hand more with a whine. A grind of his hips against yours was just another affirmation that he was going to have you, again. 

“I’m gonna fill up this sweet little pussy made just for me Baby.” He grunted with another grind that just made you wriggle under him, your slick pooling, ready to feel more. Steve's hand slipped down from your breast to tease along your hip, then in between your bodies to stroke your folds, dipping fingers into your warmth to spread your slick from your entrance to your clit, just as he worked your nipple, he swirled patterns against your pearl, dragging it up and down, pressing down and then feathering it lightly to make you impatient. 

“Steve…” You whined out now, the teasing was an agitating bliss, frustrating to your core as you tried to rock your hips for more, but Steve was firm. Cerulean blues flashed at you from under his lashes and his mouth slanted slightly to kiss you hungrily while keeping you pinned underneath him. “Use your words Sweetheart, if you ask nicely, maybe your Captain will give it to you.” 

Captain… that made you groan all over again, rolling your head back while he doubled his efforts, just making you crave more of his touch and his control. “Fill me Captain, fuck your cum into me and leave me full of you all day.” 

“That's my Sweet Girl.” Steve praised, his tone dropping as he lifted himself up a bit. “Wrap your arms around me.” Which you complied with his instruction, wrapping your hands over his shoulders and digging your nails in slightly into the tense muscle as he grasped his cock, sliding along between your folds, teasing always teasing. You glared up at him and he was quick to kiss across your forehead and trail his nose against yours till he started filling you. 

Oh that made your eyes roll back as he worked himself into you. Shallow slow thrusts split you open for him all over again and he delved his tongue into your mouth to lay claim to your whimpers and mewls that he was creating. Your legs tightened around him to keep holding him close while sweeping your hands up and down his back, tracing the quivering muscles holding himself in check. 

The thing with Steve was that he took over all your senses when he was loving you. His broad shoulders that pressed upwards with his measured thrusts claimed everything in sight, his body brushed against yours, friction burning where skin on skin pressed and pulled while rocking into the mattress, hands never stopped roaming as he committed you to memory. He worshiped every curve that you sometimes judged, his lips made searing trails over your neck, collarbone and shoulders as he hunched over you. “Fuck you are my Sweet Girl, taking me so good.” 

Another thrust, another greedy shared kiss, breaths gasped between soft moans. 

“Oh god Steve.” You cried out softly as he angled himself, knowing just how to take you apart. 

You were his, he knew all the ways you would come undone for him. He stored it away in a treasured part of his heart. Because nothing was a better gift to him then when you gave this. 

Everything. 

“I got you Sweetheart.” He assured you while you clutched at his back, arching your chest into his and he moved to pull you in close, losing any unwanted space between you two. 

If you had to describe heaven, it would be with your Captain between warm cotton sheets in the early morning. In these moments he ceased to belong to anyone besides you. When you hid your face in his shoulder, fluttering around him, you felt him tense, his hips falling into an stuttering flow of movements that you rose and sank into meeting him. 

As much as he was taking you apart, you couldn't strive to meet him halfway. Your own hot breaths searing his skin and whimpering in his ear how much you loved him in soft mewls only he ever got to hear. One of your many gifts to him. 

Some orgasms are not earth shattering and sparks, leaving you drained of air and forgetting how to move for moments. Sometimes they are sinking into a warmth embrace that envelopes you, caressing your inner parts as you come for your partner. When Steve started to spill himself, sinking down onto you with a grunt, you wrapped around him while the flood of completeness settled in you, wholeness at belonging right here. Your hands loosened their grasps and started to soothe, pressing swollen kissed lips against his skin and inhaling the familiar scent of his soap from the night and heated skin. 

He hummed happily when you brushed through his hair, now slightly disheveled, you twisted your head to nuzzle against him, sharing sweet kisses between one another till he eased back to lay next to you, his own touch still gliding along your body to press into the small of your back and ease you in closer. 

“I could easily stay like this all day, buried in you, loving you until you are tired.” Fingertips glided along the inside of your thighs and you so willing parted them for him, knowing he loved the trust you so easily gave him. Cupping his face, you let gentle kisses rain across his face till his forehead leaned against yours, eyes closed in the sweet quiet moment you two were sharing. 

“Then stay Captain, just like this.” 

[peachy-panic]

WHUMPTOBER DAY 3: “WHO DID THIS TO YOU?”

This is the next chronological piece of Do No Harm, continued directly from this chapter.

Tag list: @whumpervescence  @shiningstarofwinter @distinctlywhumpthing @whumptywhumpdump

WARNINGS: Medical procedures, referenced/implied noncon, slavery setting, the usual.

The young doctor seems a bit skittish and far less cruel than the other Facility employees, and that comes with the dangerous notion that perhaps he doesn’t plan on hurting him. But that notion requires a naivety of which Jaime is no longer capable. He, of all people, is aware that cruelty can disguise itself in many shapes and sizes. Just because it isn’t obvious doesn’t mean it isn’t there, and that only makes it all the more dangerous.

There’s no use in hoping either way, he decides. Dr. Tate will either hurt him or he won’t, will either touch him or he won’t, and Jaime can’t — won’t — react. He has already made that mistake once today and will certainly pay for it later in ways he doesn’t want to think about now. He would do well to remember that he doesn’t hold any power here. Not in this room, this building, this life. And that, despite any arbitrary written rules, Dr. Tate is free to do as he pleases. 

At least he had removed the restraints from his mouth and wrists. Jaime can console himself with this small mercy. 

Those had always been the worst part of nights with Mr. Torley, on the all-too-frequent occasions he decided to use them. He was clearly very into them, and even more into Jaime’s fear of them. In addition to the claustrophobia they stoked in him, the use of restraints in bed had always felt something like a mockery. What use was it to restrain someone who can’t fight back regardless? The binds on his wrists and ankles were nothing more than accessories. The shackles in his mind did all the work to keep him still. And Mr. Torley knew that.

He does his best not to think about that now. Not to think about Mr. Torley at all, since that was what had gotten him in trouble in the first place. Distantly, he wonders how long the influence of his first Keeper will continue to stain Jaime’s existence beyond the termination of their six-month contract.

Dr. Tate, who has been buried in the cabinets above the sink for several minutes, turns back to him sporting bright-blue gloves that adhere tightly around his slender hands. He meets Jaime’s eyes for half a second before his gaze darts somewhere just to the left of his shoulder. 

“We need to run a couple of tests,” he says in a detached, clinical voice, all notes of lightheartedness from earlier removed. “I’ll need to collect some samples from you.”

Jaime nods once in acknowledgement, squeezing his fingers tightly, unconsciously around the edge of the table. There’s an unnatural pause in his cadence, and Jaime when looks up, he watches a slight twitch of movement in the doctor’s jaw. 

“Please remove your pants and underwear,” Dr. Tate says, his voice taking on a lower pitch. “You can leave them on up to your thighs, if you’d like.”

The slight shift in demeanor sets Jaime on edge, but he doesn’t hesitate at the command, even as a familiar panic claws at the inside of his throat. He drops forward from the table, his legs taking his weight. His thumbs hook the waistband of the thin, cotton pants he had been returned in, and he doesn’t allow himself a moment of hesitation before pushing them unceremoniously off his hips. He takes Dr. Tate up on his merciful offer to keep them partially on his body. The cold, sterile air inside the clinic is sharp against his exposed skin.

Jaime’s eyes find the ceiling as he prepares for the touch he knows is coming. He doesn’t look to see whatever tools and instruments Dr. Tate is laying out on the silver tray beside the exam table. He doesn’t have to. “We need to run a couple of tests.”  Whatever foolish hypotheticals Jaime once held in regards to WRU — what they did and didn’t know about the treatment of their wards — had long been shattered. 

Of course they needed to test him for sexually transmitted diseases. They can’t have a Domestic Companion spreading something to the next paying customer that buys their time and exposing their innocent charade. 

There’s a pause in Dr. Tate’s movement, but Jaime doesn’t look away from his spot on the ceiling tile.

“I’m going to touch you, now.” Dr. Tate’s voice is low and measured. “I need to examine you for bumps or sores, any abnormalities.” He clears his throat. “And I’ll take a swab from your urethra. It might be uncomfortable, but it shouldn’t hurt you.” Another pause. “Please, tell me if it does.”

Jaime’s grip on the table tightens, but he otherwise doesn’t react. Distantly, he is grateful for the warning, the bare explanation, mortifying as it is. He knows that the doctors here are not obligated to explain anything to the Companion patients, to seek consent in any form. Their consent was implicitly given in the contracts they signed at intake. He just as easily could have left Jaime gagged and bound to the table and gone about the procedure without so much as a word to him. Jaime is glad he hadn’t. 

Instead, Dr. Tate’s touch is light and professional. His gloved hands don’t linger, they don’t poke and prod to get a reaction from him. It seems, even, that he touches him as little as possible. Almost as if he is as eager to get this over with as Jaime is, which doesn’t feel quite possible. 

The fluorescent strip of light next to his focal point on the ceiling burns at the edge of his vision, but he doesn’t look away, using the mild discomfort as an anchor to hold himself steady. He concentrates on that instead of the gentle touches, gritting his teeth against any traitorous urges his body might provoke. Mr. Torley had loved that about Jaime — his responsiveness to touch — but not as much as he loved using it against him. 

His stomach sours at the memory, fresh humiliation creeping into his cheeks at the idea of something similar happening now. He doesn’t think Dr. Tate would tease him the way his Keeper had, but he still doesn’t relish the idea of becoming physically aroused in front of this young doctor, who couldn’t have been more than a few years older than him and, in another life, Jaime might have found pretty. 

The thought is gone almost as soon as it comes, too painful to linger on. The idea of another life. A normal life. A life at all. These are thoughts Jaime is forbidden to have. The phantom sting of an electric shock lights up the column of his throat and Jaime winces.

“Sorry,” Dr. Tate said quickly, misunderstanding the movement and withdrawing his hand. Jaime’s eyes finally fall to his as the doctor takes a step back, inserting the long swab into a glass tube and sealing it with a cap. “The worst part is over.”

Jaime is numb all over, but he nearly laughs. He knows that having stepped foot in this facility again, the “worst part” has not even begun. 

“I’ll need to collect another sample from your mouth,” Dr. Tate continues, pulling on a fresh pair of gloves, and Jaime absently wonders why they even bother wasting extra product on the patients here. “And we’ll draw some blood—” 

Something catches his voice mid-sentence and Jaime’s eyes flick up to his again. Dr. Tate looks at him, and then pointedly, hurriedly away. Jaime swears he can see his pale cheeks reddening.

“You can— We’re finished with that part.” He stumbles out. “Feel free to cover yourself up.”

Jaime does as he’s told, finding it somewhere within himself to be grateful that the doctor had kept the procedure professional. He couldn’t say the same thing for every encounter he’d had in the facility clinic before. 

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Sebastian knows what happens next, and that’s why he finds himself taking his time with the rest of the visit. As soon as he’s completed the mandated intake exam, he is supposed to mark the patient as cleared in his chart and alert the handlers to come collect him. To take him back into the part of the facility where Sebastian has never set foot; the “residential” wing where the unclaimed Companions are housed between contracts. On all the promotional advertisements, it’s depicted as a dormitory-like accommodation. Now that Sebastian knows just how little truth exists behind their lies, he can only imagine it’s nothing of the sort. 

His mind conjures images of iron-barred cells and concrete rooms, of medieval dungeons with chains and darkness and filth. It’s a sensationalized version of what he assumes is probably the truth, but that doesn’t mean the reality is any less horrible. After what he’s seen in his time here and everything he’s heard, he has no doubt that the people who are forced to reside here between Keepers are subject to the company’s own brand of horror. Frankly, he’s in no hurry to turn his patient back over to their hands a moment sooner than he has to.

The boy is silent and entirely pliable throughout the whole exam, allowing himself to be moved when necessary and not so much as flinching when the needles for the blood draw break his skin. Sebastian is glad when the more… invasive parts of the exam are over. The boy had been no less compliant during them, maybe even the opposite, but Sebastian hadn’t missed the subtle changes in his posture, the way the muscles in his hands clenched and released around the edge of the table as he touched him as little as possible. 

He had looked up at the ceiling instead of at the wall behind Sebastian, as he had done previously, and Sebastian had silently prayed that the position wasn’t intended as a way to hold back tears. He doesn’t know how he could live with himself if he made this kid cry.

When the blood has been drawn, the test samples submitted for lab processing, and a full physical performed, Sebastian has run out of ways to delay the inevitable. He closes out of the boy’s patient profile on his screen and turns to him, hands folded professionally in front. 

“I’ll need to alert the handlers that your intake exam is complete,” he told him, probably unnecessarily. He hadn’t looked to see how long he had been in the system, but from his behavior, he assumes it’s been long enough to break his spirit. He probably knows these protocols better than Sebastian ever wants to. “They’ll come and escort you back to the residential quarters.”

110750 nods once without looking at him. “Thank you,” he says flatly. Then, there is a moment of pause before he lifts his eyes and seems to level Sebastian with something more sincere. “Thank you for… for letting me get cleaned up.”

Sebastian feels like shattering into pieces all over the cold linoleum. Instead, he tries for a smile and lands somewhere in the realm of a tight, thin line at his lips. “Sure,” he says, a bit mortified to hear the crack in his voice. 

He watches 110750 take slow, measured breaths as Sebastian makes the call he desperately wishes he didn’t have to make. He tries not to stare as they wait in tense silence for the handlers to arrive. Of course, Sebastian could leave the room if he wants. The intake procedure is done, and so is his minimal obligation to patient care. But something feels wrong about leaving him. More than that, something feels utterly wrong about this boy being taken out of the clinic, away from his line of sight, where he can’t see what will happen next. He only knows it won’t be good. 

A split second before he hears the clinic doors whoosh open, Sebastian steps closer to his patient, lowering his voice to a quick, urgent whisper. “Keep an eye on that broken nose,” he advises. “If you have any trouble breathing as it heals, please don’t hesitate to let your assigned handler know that you need medical attention, okay?”

The boy hitches in a breath but doesn’t respond. Sebastian takes half a step closer. 

“Look, you have a right to medical assistance,” he says, the words feeling like treason on his tongue despite knowing their written truth. “Even here. Even now. You can always come see me here if you need to. They can’t legally prevent you from requesting care. Do you understand?”

Unexpectedly, something dark flashes in the boy’s eyes. Something less like the fear and dread he had witnessed earlier, and something much more akin to anger. Anger at Sebastian?

Before the interaction can go any further, they are interrupted by the unceremonious swing of the exam room door. The same two men who had brought him in - one with a fresh bandage on his face - push their way in, stepping between Sebastian and his patient. 

“Up you go, 7-5-0,” Handler Hernandez barks, and the boy is on his feet before he can finish the command, his hands behind his back, head bowed. 

“Oh, look who finally decided to behave,” the other one - Smith, maybe? - taunts as he sizes him up in a way that makes even Sebastian’s skin crawl. Just as he had prior to the visit, the man shifts his gaze to him, a sneer permanently embedded into his expression. “Does he get a lollipop for good behavior? Maybe a sticker?”

The boy doesn’t look up at him, but Sebastian thinks he sees his throat move. He feels a swell of rage rise into his throat, coming to a boiling point for the second time since he entered the room with this boy, but he swallows it back, keeping as level an expression as he can manage. 

“He was perfectly agreeable,” he responds tightly, refusing to play into whatever mockery he’s initiating. 

Smith answers him with a dismissive snort, turning his attention back to the boy like a predator who just found fresh meat. “What do you say, sweetheart?” He asks, the thick rubber of his boots squeaking against the tile as he takes a step too far into the boy’s personal space. “Think we can go the easy way back, or would you prefer to do things the hard way again?”

The beat of silence in the room is painful as they await his response, which comes eventually in a subdued voice, through slightly gritted teeth and with his eyes on the floor. “The easy way. Sir.”

A snort from Hernandez breaks the tension. “Yeah,” he says. “We’ll see about that.”

With that, he is escorted from the room and seems to take with him all the air in Sebastian's lungs. Naively, desperately, he hopes for the briefest moment of eye contact before he’s taken away from him. But his eyes stay downward, even as a large hand curls around his bicep and makes him stumble in his gait as he’s yanked forward. Sebastian watches helplessly as he disappears from sight, one singular thought slicing through his mind on a loop:

Who did this to you?