#I don’t like the belt angle but that’s cause I had to take out some things tucked into it so I could effectively sword fight

[queenqunari]

Anyway I’m a clown because this is how I chose to costume myself as a female Orc for a renfaire

In my defense, it was nearly 100 degrees out and being sexy is fun

[succubusmunson]

Breaking In

Summary: What would you do if a masked man broke into your house?

WC: 4.3K

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), CNC, used he/him/his a lot since eddie is “mysterious”, mask kink, knife kink, blood kink, pain kink, slight humiliation kink, dacryphillia, reader having arms tied, a lot of hair pulling, degradation, teasing, oral (m and f receiving), fingering (f receiving), rimming (f receiving), choking, face fucking, gagging, cum play??, name calling, pet names, spanking (use of belt), slapping (face, tits), spit as lube, unprotected p in v sex, p in a, orgasm denial

an: huge shoutout to @corrodedcorpses, @bimbobaggins69, @trashmouth-richie, and all the discord servers for the help with this fic! truly don’t think i could’ve gotten it done without any of yall <3

You felt him press against your backside as he trapped you between his hard body and the wall. "P-please… I’ll do anything."

He darkly chuckles as the mask presses against you, his breathing amplified. "Anything? It’s like you read my mind.” The cold blade of a knife trailed up your thigh, a gasp leaving your lips, stopping right at the edge of your shamefully soaked panties. “I love a girl who gives up so easily."

His cock tightened in his pants even more at how vulnerable you were already being for him. He was going to have so much fun playing with you, he knows you’ll beg for him. 

“I-,“ you choke on your words as you feel his hard cock throb between your ass cheeks. He was pressed so tightly against you that you could feel every part of him, and you couldn’t deny the need that ran through your veins. 

The masked man had busted through your front door minutes ago, chasing you throughout your house before cornering you. It all happened so quickly that it took a moment to process things. 

You immediately pleaded with him, begging him to take what he wanted and go. But what he wanted was you. 

He had tied your hands behind your back as he ghosted his calloused fingers over your body. And his voice, he had whispered so many things to you in such little time. He had many plans for you.

“What was that?” He slammed your head against the wall hard enough that you winced. “You’ve gotta have some words in that pretty little head of yours. I haven’t fucked you dumb… yet.”

You shivered as chills ran down your spine, and goosebumps covered your arms. “Just- please don’t hurt me.” 

“Hurt you?” He rested his masked cheek against yours, inhaling your sweet scent. “There’s always fun in a little pain,” the blade dug into your skin enough to cut you a little, causing you to whine. “I bet your cunt is throbbing.”

It’s a shame that he was right. Feeling the pain of it all did make your cunt throb in such a blissful way. Your face was heating up in embarrassment.

In one swift motion, you were turned around and pushed to your knees, now eye level with the growing tent in the man’s pants. “Well, it’s not gonna suck itself.” 

You gulped as he palmed himself. The heat radiated off his body, you could feel it engulf you. You could tell that he was big when he was pressed up against you, but seeing it more up close, you weren’t sure how it was going to fit. 

Hands grabbed your hair from the roots and angled your head back. You couldn’t see the man’s face, but you somehow knew that his eyes were dark with lust. “Don’t worry, I’m sure we can make it fit nice and perfect in your mouth.”

The man pulled your head so it rested against his upper thigh, his cock throbbing under the confines of his pants. You licked over his clothed cock, where the wet spot was forming from all the leaking precum. Your lips closed as much as it could around what you assumed was the tip, suckling on it.

A groan reverberated from his chest, and his head fell back as you took him by surprise. The warmth of your mouth over his hard cock had him bucking his hips. “You’re a desperate slut, aren’t you?”

He reached down and undid his zipper, pulling out his cock and slapping it against your cheek. “Let’s see you try and take the whole thing in your mouth.”

You whimper as the precum dribbled from the slit and over his knuckles as he pumped his cock. It made your mouth water with an urgent type of neediness.

“I don’t have the fucking patience for waiting.” He guided his cock to your lips, smearing precum over them. “Now, open that pretty mouth so I can fuck it.”

Without even a second thought, you obediently opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue. Once, twice, he tapped it against your wet muscle before sliding it fully in, resting at the back of your throat. He was right about having no patience.

“Jesus- c’mon, you can do it.”

His cock hit the back of your throat with each thrust of his hips. The mask did little to conceal his loud groans as you swallowed around him. “Knew I had to fuck this mouth as soon as I saw you. Ah shit- knew you’d be such a good girl and take it too.”

Tears began to fall down your cheeks as he held your head still, his cock sliding in and out of the back of your throat that you barely had time to breathe. You could feel your lungs burn with the need for oxygen. 

He gnawed at the inside of his cheek the further you took him into your mouth. In all honesty, he could blow his load right now, but he had to hold it at bay to make this night last.

You tried to rip out of the restraints he had your arms in, but the rope he brought was too strong. It kept you in a docile, just how he wanted you to be for him. 

“Awe, are you crying?” He swiped a few tears away as he pushed his cock further down. It was so far down your throat that your nose was in the thick patch of hair at the base of it, and his balls pressed wetly against your chin. “It’s a good thing I like criers then, isn’t it?”

He pulled you off his cock, strings of saliva connecting the two of you. “Do you like having your face fucked?” 

You looked up at him with big doe eyes, makeup smeared along with your tears, and your lips swollen from being used. No words found their way out of your open mouth. 

Slap! A ringed hand came in contact with your cheek, a pathetic, high pitched moan to escape your throat. “Oh, fuck,” He laughed at you as your face heated up in embarrassment. “You really do like pain. What a dirty fucking whore. Now answer the question.”

“Yes…” Your voice was meek, quiet. You shouldn’t be enjoying this as much as you are. 

He pushed your head further down and ran the velvety skin of his heavy sack across your lips. “Be a good slut and suck my balls, yeah?”

Your tongue rolled against them, massaging them before suckling on them. You couldn’t help but to moan at the feeling of them.

Above you, the man grabbed his cock, stroking in slow pumps and smearing some of the precum across your forehead. “Should I make a mess on your face? Paint you a pretty little picture.” 

His balls fell from your mouth as you went to shake your head, but a slap left your face stinging in pain mixed with pleasure. 

A whine left the back of your throat, causing him to chuckle at how much of a pain slut you really are. That’s information he’d use later. 

“Did I tell you to stop? Put them back in your mouth.” 

You let out a huff, pouting out your lips. “And if I don’t want to?” 

Another slap, and he was yanking your head back to his cock, waiting for you to get back to sucking, moaning the second your tongue licked at the leaky slit. 

You couldn’t not obey him, not when his cock was throbbing hard in front of your face, the tip red and angry. 

“See? It’s not that hard to be a good, useful slut for me. I bet you like this too, huh? Being used like a stupid toy.”

Your cunt throbbed between your legs, silently begging for some attention. How could you be enjoying this? This man broke in, was claiming your body as his to use, but your body wanted it- craved it even. God, you were disgusting.

“Wrap your lips around it,” he guided your head up and down his cock, the vein on the underside gliding easily across your tongue. 

“Tell me you love having my cock in your mouth. Fucking. Tell. Me.” He enunciated each word with his cock thrusting down your throat.

You tried, as much as you could, to talk around his cock. It caused more drool to drip from your mouth, down your chin, and across the peaks of your tits that spilled over the top of your dress.

“Can’t talk?” He ran a thumb over one of your hollowed cheeks, feeling his cock rest in your mouth. “Is your mouth too full? Too busy getting me off?” He was mocking your struggles, fake sympathy lacing his voice.

He held your head still, thrusting quickly into the back of your throat. The loud, wet gawk, gawk, gawk sounds of your gagging echoed off the walls. As embarrassing as the sound was, it made your cunt become more slick, your panties becoming more wet the more you heard yourself taking every inch of his cock.

A string of curse words slipped past his lips as your throat constricted around his massive cock. He swore he could’ve cum from that sight alone, the days leftover makeup running down your face, lips swollen and red, eyes glassy from all the tears you had been crying. You were the most perfect site he had ever seen. 

Between you swallowing around his cock and the warmth of your mouth, the man standing became closer and closer to cumming. And you could tell it by the twitch of his cock and see it in his stomach muscles tightening under his shirt. “Y-you better- fuck yes- swallow my cum.”

One hard thrust and a loud groan later and his body was shaking, cum shooting onto your tongue. Some of it dribbled out of the sides of your mouth, making you more of a mess. 

“My fucking god! You taste that? You taste what your mouth did?” He pulled his cock out, his cum and your spit stringing from it. “Show me your tongue.”

Instead of obeying this time, you spit all the cum that didn’t shoot down your throat, right onto the toe of his black boot. You made sure to look at the eye holes of the mask as you did it.

You yelped in pain as he pulled your head back, but you still had a proud smirk on your face. “Oops?” 

“Oops?” He voiced boomed, and he pushed your head down until your face was mere inches from his boot, his cum shining from the moonlight that peeked through your curtains. “Lick it up.”

You hesitated, barely sticking your tongue out. 

He lifted his foot, the toe of the boot now pressed to your lips. “Did I fucking stutter? Lick up my fucking cum.” 

The roughness of his voice has goosebumps forming over your skin. You were scared and horny, adrenaline pumping through your veins. 

You slowly licked up the mess you made, making a show of it. The salty taste lingered on your tongue until you finally swallowed, showing him that you finally did, in fact swallow.

“It’s not as funny when you have to lick my boot like some sort of pup, is it?” He pulled you to your feet and dragged you over to the couch, throwing you face down. “But it will be funny for me when you’re begging to cum on my cock, and I don’t let you.”

Your panties were pulled to the side, and your ass cheeks were spread apart as he looked at both holes that were displayed for him, deciding which one to use first. 

He breathlessly sighed as his thumbs pulled your pussy lips apart, slick stringing between them. His tongue wet his lips, a hunger for your taste growing inside him. 

He slowly dragged his thumb up and down your slit, collecting your slick, and caught your clit with the pad of his finger. You were dripping, and his eyes couldn’t leave where you clenched around nothing, a silent plea to be filled with whatever he was willing to give you. 

“You didn’t want this in the beginning, and now look,” his finger dipped in your cunt for a second, getting it nice and covered before pulling it out. He brought it to his mouth and loudly sucked on it, pulling it out with a soft pop! “You’re making a mess for it.”

The whines that fell from your mouth were loud. You wanted to speak, beg him to give you more, but all the words came out jumbled together. Your mind was already foggy from all the teasing. “I- yes- need it!” You could barely form a small sentence.

“God, you’re fucking gross for this.” He trails his gloved finger over your cunt and up to your puckered ass as he slowly rubs over the rim, “can’t wait to feel both of these holes as they squeeze my cock.” 

You heard the jingle of his belt as he pulled it through his belt loops. The hairs on your body stood up in anticipation for what was to come next. Suddenly, your mouth was dry as you tried to beg him. 

In one swift motion, his leather belt came down hard on your ass. Spank! “Tell me.” Spank! “Tell me that’s what you wanted.” Spank! “Tell me that you’re nothing but a filthy slut who likes to be fucked by a masked stranger.”

You cried out, heat rising to your skin.

Each spank, no matter how painful, made your clit throb harder. A sigh of relief fell from your lips as gloved hands rubbed over the tender, almost raw skin of your ass, soothing you. 

“I-I’m a filthy slut…,” your tongue rolled from your mouth and over your lips, trying to make your voice not so shaky. 

“And?” He waited for you to continue, his palm roughly rubbing over the welts forming from the belting.

“Who likes to be fucked by a masked stranger- oh my god.”

Two fingers quickly sunk into the wet heat of your cunt, down to the knuckles. They expertly pumped in and out at a slow pace, but it was enough to have you whimper into a pillow. “You’re making such a mess on my gloves, tsk, tsk.”

You let out a breathless sigh as he slid in two more fingers, scissoring you open. “Fuuuck.”

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” He felt you clench around his fingers and quickly pulled them out. “Oh no, no. I can’t give in that easily, can I?”

You tried to turn your head around to look at him, but he forced your face down. “Keep your head forward, got it?” 

He lifted up his mask just enough for his mouth to be free, kissing over the globe over your marked up ass. You rocked your hips back and forth, his lips comforting the sting that was still there. 

You could hear him inhale deeply. The sweet smell of your arousal had his cock twitching and leaking. He’s never smelled something so enticing. 

“Needy little thing.” He mumbled against your skin as his lips ghosted over your puckered ass. 

His tongue licked over it, the two of you moaning in unison. He moaned from the taste, and you moaned at the feeling of the feather-like touches. 

“More,” you pushed your ass closer to his face. “Pretty please.” 

He finally gave in, diving into your ass like it was his last meal. His tongue licked over your hole, getting it nice and wet before sliding it inside you. You clenched around his tongue, moaning loudly as he pumped it in and out. 

“Holy shit-,” your legs shook as his tongue opened you up more. 

He pulled back, a glob of spit fell onto the small gape that his tongue left. His thumb slides in with ease, another finger sliding in right behind it. “Look at that,” he pumped them slowly, his eyes never leaving the filled hole. “You like your ass being played with?” 

You nodded your head repeatedly, moans leaving your open mouth. “I- I love it!”

He kept his fingers deep inside your ass, his lips coming down to wrap around your throbbing, sensitive clit. His groans vibrated against you, your back arching. 

Sweat covered your body as he added a third finger to your ass, stretching your hole wide open so it could fit his thick cock. 

His tongue swirled around your clit before licking up to your entrance, teasing it before slowly sliding it in. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head, your back arching. You felt so full, and his cock wasn’t even inside you yet. 

“Taste so damn good,” he spit on your cunt, rubbing it in with his fingers. “Just like fucking honey.”

“T-thank you.” You yelped when you felt his sharp teeth nibble on your clit. The pain makes you mumble out words and moan pathetically.

“My little pain slut.” For another time tonight, you felt the blade against your skin. This time the knife dug deeper than before. 

You cried out in pleasure and pain as he carved his initials into your ass cheek, something to silently say that he owned you. He took his time, making sure that you felt every slide of the knife, the way it cut into you. 

Blood trickled from your new branding, sliding down your ass. The droplets didn’t get far, though. The man’s tongue was right behind it, licking up all that had spilled. 

Knowing that he was tasting you, your blood made the coil in your stomach almost snap. 

You were so close to cumming, you just needed a little more. “Please let me cum!” You grind against his fingers, the coil in your stomach tightening quickly. “Please, please, please!”

And just as you were about to finally cum, he pulled away, leaving both your cunt and ass empty. 

He pulled the mask down before turning your head to face him. “I said no cumming, remember?” 

You whined loudly, your fingernails making crescent shaped moons into the palms of your hands as you squeezed them. This was torture. Your body craved an orgasm so bad that your cunt was started to ache, but before you could protest, you felt the cold blade against your skin again. 

Gently, he slid the slightly bloodied knife under the waistband of your panties, quickly cutting through the fabric and ripping them from your body. 

“These are mine now.” You watched as he stuck the soaked panties into his back pocket, a little souvenir from tonight.

“Now,” he grabbed his cock and ran it through your sticky folds. “I’m gonna fuck you until you’re screaming so loud that maybe the neighbors get scared and call the cops.”

In a blink of an eye, his hips pressed against yours, and his cock was nestled deep inside your cunt. 

“Jesus- fuck!” His hands squeezed your hips, your cunt already squeezing him perfectly. “Such a tight and warm cunt. I should’ve done this a lot sooner.”

Your face fell into the couch cushions as your body adjusted to the size. He filled you to the hilt, balls squished against your clit. “O-oh, you feel so good.” 

He raked up your back, stopping at the base stopping of your skull to pull hard so your back arched. “I wanna hear you moan as you take every. fucking. inch.” He made sure to thrust with every word, his cock grazing your g-spot. It felt like the air was being punched from your lungs. 

“Yes, sir!” You moaned as he slowly dragged his cock out of you, feeling every vein, every ridge as your cunt clenched tightly around him. “Y-yes sir!”

He looked down where you two were connected, his cock already covered in arousal. “I’ve barely even fucked you, and you’re already creamin’ on my dick.” He snapped his hips, jolting your body. “Dirty girl.”

Your mouth fell open as moans spilled from your throat. Each thrust, each groan, was making you fuck back against him. “Don’t hold back.” You turned your head, resting on the arm of the couch to look at the masked man. “I-I can take it.” 

“Yeah?” He untied your arms and laughed as your sore muscles fell to your sides. His arms wrapped around your throat and pulled your body to him, your back now against his chest. “Can you take it?” 

An animalistic growl traveled from his chest as you reached below you, your hands grabbing and lightly massaging his balls as he pumped his cock into you. 

Your head fell back against his shoulder, eyes locking with holes of the mask. “I know I can.”

He pushed your body flush against the couch again and fucked you like you’ve never been fucked before. 

Your body jiggled, legs shook, and eyes squeezed shut. You felt high, like your body was full of euphoria, almost on the edge of delirium from how delicious his cock was sliding in and out of your cunt. 

Lewd squelching sounds echoed off the walls, fueling him to fuck you harder, faster. It was to the point that you could barely moan anymore, only silent scream. 

“You hear that?” He pulled all the way out and slammed back in, watching your cunt suck him in. “Hear that pretty pussy make those sounds for me?”

Fingers are quickly hooked in your mouth, opening wide open. Whines, moans, whimpers; all came from your mouth and mixed with the sounds of you being fucked. You still couldn’t catch your breath. 

Drool dripped from your mouth as you tried to speak, trying to beg him more to let you cum. He knew what you were saying, though and could feel how badly you needed an orgasm in the squeeze of your cunt. 

“No, no.” He pulled out with a huff, fingers also leaving your mouth. His breathing was labored, sweat beading on his forehead under the mask.

You were on the verge of tears from how badly you needed to cum. He wasn’t being fair.

“You poor thing.” The head of his cock teased your clit, chuckling as you reached back and tried to pull him closer to you. “Maybe next time I break into your house, I’ll let you cum.”

“Give it to me now,” you sniffled. 

“Awe, that’s cute.” He rubbed up and down your back, stopping at your hips to grab them. “Now, turn the fuck over.” 

You gasped as he flipped you over with ease, showing no signs of a struggle.

“I wanna see you fall apart for me as I stuff your ass full of my cock.” He grabs your legs from behind your knees, pushing your thighs towards your chest.

This new position has your ass up enough for your hole to be on display for him to take. You held onto the back of your legs so he could spit on your puckered hole, rubbing it with his thick fingers. 

You looked down and watched him toy with you, take his time to make sure you were well lubed up. He was enjoying it, too, knowing that he was teasing you more and more. 

“You’re a fucking creep.” Your head fell back against the couch when you felt the tip of his throbbing cock barely slide inside your tight ass. It was enough to have you already panting. “Oh!”

“Say that again, baby.” Slowly, he pushed his cock inside you, inch by inch until he was bottomed out. Your ass was so full of his cock that you couldn’t move, could barely breathe. “Jesus- it’s getting me off.”

The first thrust had you seeing stars behind your eyes, feeling him stretch you wide open made your toes curl. “R-right there, yes!”

He used the grip he had on your legs as leverage, pumping in and out of you slowly until he couldn’t take it anymore. “Barely fucked your ass, and you’re already whining like a pathetic slut.” He sped up with each word, the couch scraping against the hardwood floors below it.

Groans, whines, and skin slapping against skin quickly filled the room as the two of you etched closer and closer to cumming. Your legs shook in his hand as you brought your own down to rub over your cunt, thumb catching on the bundle of nerves that had your breath hitching.

“Hold it.” He let go of your legs, giving you time to wrap them around his waist. “Fucking. Hold. It.” Each word came with a sharp slap to your tits, the pleasurable pain coursing through your body and finding home in your used, dripping cunt.

“I- I can’t-“ 

“You can!” His grunts became louder, thrusts became sloppier. You knew he was close to cumming. You only hoped he would finally let you cum.

“That’s it- keep taking it just like that, baby.” One, two, three thrusts later and he was quickly pulling out, spilling all his cum on your pretty pink cunt. “G-god dammit!” 

His cock twitched as he pumped it, making sure every drop landed on you. “That’s fucking it, all covered in my cum.”

Your cunt clenched as you felt his cum drip down your cunt and onto the couch below you, making a mess. “But I- I didn’t get to…” 

“Told you it would be funny.” He sadistically chuckled as he quickly stuffed himself back into his jeans. 

“You're an ass.” You sat up on your elbows, your body spent from all the fucking and teasing. 

“Don’t worry,” he patted your cheek in a mocking manner before making his way to your busted front door. “I’ll be back.”

You were left shocked, cunt so sensitive from the need to cum. 

It wasn’t until minutes later when the phone ringing pulled you from your daze. You stumbled as you went to grab it, your breath coming out in short pants. “Hello.” 

“So,” Eddie spoke on the other line, a smirk so obvious in his tone. “How did I do, sweetheart?”

[lovelettersforthedamned]

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I'd like to request 12 - "friends don't do this kind of shit." from the smut prompts with Steven Grant ❤

Hidden Love

--genre: SMUT & fluff

--pairing: steven grant x afab!reader

--word count: 1.0k

--warnings: language, oral (m receiving), some pretty heavy make-out sessions, sub!steven(ish), mentions of alcohol, cum eating, sweet sweet fluff at the end.

--gif credits: @magnusedom

Being friends with Steven was easy, he wasn’t an asshole, he wasn’t pretentious, and he definitely wasn’t mean. You could go on for hours about Steven, but you can’t, because it would ultimately lead to you admitting that you’re in love with him. 

It’s Friday night, which means it was dinner and movie night. You two opted for ordering dinner instead of making it and putting on a shitty rom-com. Laying on his bed, you focus on the laptop in front of you. You two were basically on top of each other, arms and legs entangled, his head resting on your chest. The mood was cozy, yet thoughts of you two were plaguing your mind. 

Little did you know, Steven was thinking the same thing. Neither of you wanted to ruin the friendship you had if you brought up your feelings to one another; not knowing both of you felt the same way. 

Maybe it was the wine you had during dinner, but a sudden spark of confidence erupted in your system. Throwing your leg over his thigh, your hips angle at a position that makes Steven’s eyes flicker down to them, his mind wandering to more vulgar thoughts. He knows that he needs to take things slow, just in case he’s wrong about the entire situation. Bringing the hand that was resting on your shoulder, he lowers it down to the side of your torso and starts to softly caress the supple flesh there. 

At the sudden touch, your heart picks up a beat. You don’t want to push the moment anymore, still hesitant to initiate anything more than innocent touching. Looking back at the screen, the credits started to roll, yet the both of you haven’t moved. “What should we watch next? I was thinking–”, looking back at Steven, he’s already looking at you. You nervously giggle, “Is there something wrong, Steven?” 

He sits up swiftly, the sudden closeness causing your breath to stutter. Looking into his eyes, he looks down at your lips and then back into your eyes. Throwing away your thoughts, you bring a hand up to his face and pull him in for a kiss. The kiss is full of need for each other, all the feelings for each other poured into this one moment. 

Out of nowhere, a wave of anxiety floods through your mind, causing you to pull away from his kiss. “W–Wait, Steven,” pulling away, his face full of concern, “friends don’t do this kind of shit.” Squeezing your eyes shut, you bring your hands up to your face in embarrassment. 

You feel two hands gently hold your wrist as they slowly pull them away from your eyes, revealing a worried Steven, “Well, maybe we aren’t just friends, love.” 

The worry on your face falls into a look of disbelief, unable to speak, Steven breaks the silence for you, “Please, darling, kiss me again.”

His request was a wake-up call, prompting you to lean in for another kiss, your hands roaming over his weirdly strong chest and shoulders, “Jesus Steven, when did you get so buff?”

“I was this whole time, you’ve just never been close enough to feel it,” a teasing tone littering his voice. 

You push him on his back, taking your shirt off while he’s lying there, enjoying the view in front of him, “I can get close Steven. I can get very close if you want me to.”

Steven lets out a low moan as he watches you strip in front of him, “Fuck (Y/N)...Are you trying to torture me, love?”

Placing yourself at the foot of the bed, you unbuckle his belt, taking your time as you pull down his boxers and pants, throwing them off to the side. Watching his hard cock spring out from under his clothing makes your core ache with need, but you know that tonight is for him. You’re tired of keeping your feelings to yourself, and now you’re going to show him exactly what you’ve been feeling. 

Taking his length into your hand, you lean down to pepper kisses to his tip, looking up through your eyelashes at his reaction. His head is thrown back as far as it can while he’s lying down, his hands gripping the sheets, and his breathing becoming heavier. 

Resting your head on his thigh, you take in the sight of his, now throbbing, cock. It pleases you that the little amount of touching drives him mad. You stroke his cock slow, painfully slow. More moans leave his mouth as you start to tighten your grip, his thigh below you tensing. 

“D–Darling…oh fuck. I’m gonna cum…”

Raising your head from his thigh, you put him in your mouth and sink as far as you can, his tip hitting the back of your throat. It didn’t take long for him to spill his seed inside of you, the warmth of your mouth pushing him through the finish line. 

You didn’t take him out of your mouth until you knew for certain that he was done cumming, wanting to savor every last drop. 

Steven was exhausted, even though your touch wasn’t there for long, the teasing was enough to make him lay there and catch his breath. Coming up from your knees, you crawl back onto the mattress and him. Your sudden appearance makes his eyes snap open, and the softest smile grows on his face as he looks at you. He’s truly looking at you with the knowledge that the secret is finally out. 

Laying your body onto his, he wraps his arms around you and plants a kiss on the crown of your head. There were no more words said for the rest of the night, bliss filling the quiet space. You two went to bed relieved, the weight of a hidden love finally lifted, and the weight of you planted firmly on his chest. 

--author's note: OMG, my first moon knight fic???? i do have a headcannon for the boys, but never got to posting it because i got nervous...LOL. thank you so much for this request, don't tell anyone but steven is my fav to write from the mk system :0. keep supporting your writers by liking, commenting, and reblogging!! ok, ily bye<333

[chaussetteblanche]

around the dining table

pairing : austin butler x reader request : my request was the reader and austin are dating and the austin hosts his family over for christmas at his house while he’s on break for filming elvis and ofc the reader is there and is playing with one of austin’s baby cousins a lot of the night and austin just watches and falls even more in love with her, maybe he even tells his sister how he wants to marry her soon. and kinda just like in the fic all of the interactions y/n has with austin’s family during the christmas party! thank you so much!!! by @smckinney word count : 2k warnings : swear words ? i think that's it

“So, I was thinking,” Austin spoke tentatively as he chopped a tomato for the salad you were going to have that evening. “Dangerous pastime,” you chuckled, setting down the cutlery on the wood dining table that stood proudly in the middle of your shared apartment. He playfully rolled his eyes. “Sorry, babe,” you chuckle, “go on. I’ll shut up, promise,” He let out a small chuckle as he shook his head. “I was thinking that we could maybe host Christmas here this year ? For my family, I mean,” he suggested. He had been thinking about it for a while now. Whenever he had his mum on the phone, she would always ask to see the apartment you two had bought. Naturally, after dating for more than a year, you had already met his family and they all absolutely loved you. He often joked that his mum was more excited when you came around than when he did.

You thought about it for a second. Your family lived in Europe, so you could never host Christmas for them. You were always invited, obviously, and had attended last year’s Christmas with Austin. So you wouldn't have to prepare a party for them. So why not host a dinner for Austin's family ? You unconsciously started making a mental list of what you would have to prepare, of how you would have to get your grandmother’s recipe for the turkey and your grandfather’s for the potatoes. And the desserts. It would take work, of course. But it would definitely be worth it. You loved Austin’s family just as much as they loved you and liked the idea of presenting them with a delicious meal as well as presents.

You came back to reality with the feeling of Austin’s hands softly rubbing your hips. “What’s going on in that head of yours ?” he asked, pressing a kiss to your cheek from behind you. You turned your head to the side and brushed your lips against his temple. “Just thinking of how we’re going to cook the turkey, darling,” you smiled at him. “That means yes ?!” “Of course it means yes, why would I ever say no ?” you chuckled as he turned you around and pulled you into a big hug, repeatedly kissing your lips. “I love you so much,” he beamed, slowly starting to let go of you. He cupped your cheeks and kissed you slowly. You smiled into the kiss and pulled him closer by his belt.

A few weeks later, you were just finishing up the decorations on the dining table before Austin's family came over when his phone rang. He started talking, most likely to his mum, judging by the soft tones of his voice. He turned back to you after a minute or so. “Okay, Ma said that they would be late ‘cause Dad forgot the pie so they had to turn back.” He rolled his eyes good-naturedly as he put his phone down. You chuckled, setting down the last decorations on the dining table. Fixing the angle of a napkin, you turned to him. “Don’t you look dapper,” you smiled, approaching him and smoothing down his shirt a bit. He grinned, looking down at you with those incredibly blue eyes. His hands came down to rest on your hips, pulling you closer. 

“We know my sister is going to be late by at least an hour, so I’d say we’ve got some time to ourselves, you know” he murmured, his eyes boring into your own as he pushed a strand of hair behind your ear. You knew that look in his eye as he backed up against the kitchen counter, and you weren’t usually one to refuse him when he got like this, but tonight was different. “No, no, baby...” You put your hand on his chest when he started kissing your neck. He pulled back with a confused look. “We can have sex after all this, I promise. I'm going to have a great time getting you out of this shirt and these pants that make your ass look incredibly good," you trailed off. He looked over his shoulder, trying to see what his ass looked like. "After all this," you motioned to the food in the kitchen, the presents underneath the Christmas tree and the beautifully set dining table, “We can spend, like, 56 hours in bed. But not right now, yeah ? And I don’t want to mess up my hair,” Austin’s eyes came up to look at your hair. “It does look beautiful,” he agreed. You smiled, your cheeks turning darker. “Thank you,” “All right,” Austin conceded, “but after this,” he made a circular motion with his finger, “you’re mine,” You chuckled, kissing his cheek. “I’m yours anyway, love,”

“Hello ! Come on in, it’s freezing outside,” you pulled the door open with a wide smile on your face as Austin's parents came inside the apartment. “Hey Ma,” Austin kissed his mother’s cheek and greeted his father, pulling him into a hug. You gave both his parents a hug, complimenting their elegant attires. “Hi honey,” his mother greeted, holding your shoulders and beaming up at you. “You look so beautiful,” she complimented. You smiled. “So do you, you’re glowing !” "I'm glowing ? Have you looked in the mirror tonight, hon ?" “Alright, d’you want us to leave you two ?” Austin’s dad, David, joked. Lori rolled her eyes good-naturedly. “If you’re expecting me to hold back on complimenting my future daughter-in-law, you’re wrong, David,” she retorted easily, pulling away from you to put the food they had brought in the kitchen. You froze and looked at Austin, who widened his eyes at you and shrugged. David chuckled and shook his head : “Wishful thinking,” He started placing their presents under the tree.

Austin went to help his father arrange all the presents when you were called into the kitchen by Lori. "Y/N, honey ! Will you come over here and help me with the cranberry sauce, please ?" You rushed into the kitchen and relieved her of the big pot of purple sauce, placing it on the marble counter. Lori put down the apple pie next to the sauce and looked inside the over. "Oh my, that turkey looks absolutely delicious !" she complimented. "Thank you," you beamed, "it's my granny's recipe. Austin helped me make it this morning," "Oh, isn't he just such a good boy ?" Lori cooed, looking around the kitchen. "This kitchen is beautiful, so modern," "That he is," you agreed with a smile. "Thank you. A nice kitchen was one of Austin's priorities when we were looking to buy," "Well, you certainly picked a nice one... Say, why don't you show me the rest of the apartment ?" she asked, looking at the corridor enviously. You chuckled. "Of course, follow me,"

"And, finally, this is our bedroom." You gestured to the room you and Austin slept in. "Wow... It's so spacious ! And well lit, too !" she marvelled, stepping inside and looking out the large windows. "Yeah, light is the main criteria I look for. I can't live in a dark place," you spoke. She touched your arm. "I'm exactly the same, honey. I just can't stand dark places," You smiled, settling in the comfortable silence that followed.

"I'm so glad he found you, you know," she said after a while, touching your arm. "He's very lucky to have found someone that's as good for him as you are," "I think I'm the lucky one here," you chuckle. "Well, you're both lucky to have found each other. I don't know your side of the story, but I know that you make him the happiest he's ever been," she looked into your eyes. You smiled, cheeks slightly pink and felt your heart flutter in your chest at her kind words. "Anyway, let's go see if Ashley is going to get here soon. I'm starving. I didn't eat any lunch so that I would be hungry tonight," she confessed. You laughed. "Let's go then, you can eat the appetizers, we don't want to keep you waiting," you grinned.

You stepped into the kitchen to find Austin getting something to drink for his father. His mother's words flashed through your mind and you felt your stomach erupt in butterflies. You arrived from behind and wrapped your arms around his middle, resting your head in between his shoulders. "Hey, darlin'," he spoke softly. "Hi, baby." You smiled up at him as he turned around in your grip to face you. You wrapped your arm around his neck and pulled him down to you, pressing your lips against his. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him. His hand cupped your cheek as your lips moved against each other's. You hummed as he pulled back, eyes twinkling.

"What was that for ?" he whispered, staying only a hair's width away from your face. You thought back to what Lori had said, biting your bottom lip. "No reason," you smiled. He looked at you, squinting slightly. He didn't entirely believe you but before he could say anything, the doorbell rang.

"Hi !" Ashley beamed when Austin pulled the door open. Austin smiled broadly and pulled her into his arms, embracing her tightly. He shook her husband's hand and crouched down to face Henry, their firstborn. "Henry, my man !" he cried, opening his arms for him. Henry squealed and ran at full speed towards his uncle, screaming. "Au'tin !" he yelled, throwing himself in Austin's arms. Austin chuckled as he wrapped his arms the toddler. You smiled down at the both of them. Austin stood up with Henry in his arms. The little blond boy squealed when he saw you, making grabby hands in your direction. "Y/N," he screamed your name sweetly. You replied with the same enthusiasm : "Henry !"

Austin handed him over to you with a smile. "Hi Y/N," the toddler spoke clumsily, holding on to your sleeve. Your heart melted a little bit as he talked. "Hiya Henry," you grinned, "Merry Christmas !" "Mewy Chwismas Y/N !" he cried. He beamed, showing off his numerous missing teeth. You gave Ashley and her husband a side hug as they came in with big bags to care for their newborn, Sophie.

Soon enough, you had all finished eating. Sophie was asleep in her buggy, her dad gently rocking it back and forth. Austin and Ashley were in the kitchen finished up the last of the dishes. You were sitting on the ground, playing with Henry. "Where do you want to put this one ?" you asked in a hushed tone, handing him a block of wood. He clumsily picked it up and looked at the three towers of different colored wooden blocks, before deciding to put it on top of the middle one. It wobbled a bit, but stayed upright. "Good job," you cooed, gently clapping your hands. You picked up another cube and handed it to him. He placed it on top of another tower. The tower wobbled, and you held your breath, before it collapsed. Henry gasped and turned to look at you with wide eyes. "Oh no." He touched the wooden blocks on the ground. "It's okay, love," you smiled, "you can build it again," "Why it fall ?" he asked, looking pensive. "It was too high, I guess," you shrugged. "Oh," he looked down at the blocks. "Here, I'll help you start it off again," you smiled at him, picking up a few blocks and piling them up. Henry looked up at you with his big blue eyes and smiled. He started building the tower again.

You had no idea Austin had been watching the whole thing attentively from the kitchen, leaning against the door frame with a towel thrown over his shoulder. Ashley came up behind him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "She's good with kids," she smiled. "Sure is," Austin agreed, not taking his eyes off you. Ashley chuckled and poked him in the head. "What's going on in the brain of yours ?" "Nothing," he smiled, rolling his eyes. "Oh, go on, tell me what you're thinking."

"I'm thinking that that woman is going to become my wife. Very soon."

[vrilgothic]

Excerpt from an interview with Ted Kaczynski (aka Unabomber) in which he recounts his day to day life in the forest:

BVD (the interviewer): What was an average day like for you in Lincoln?

TJK (Ted Kaczynski): That’s a very difficult question to answer because I don’t know that there was an average day. My activities varied so much according to the season and according to the tasks I had before me on a given day. But I will describe a representative day…

TJK: …Well, let’s take a day in January, and let’s suppose I wake up about 3:00 a.m. to find that snow is falling. I start a fire in my stove and put a pot of water on. When the water comes to a boil I dump a certain quantity of rolled oats into it and stir them for a few minutes until they are cooked. Then I take the pot off the stove, add a couple of spoonfuls of sugar and some milk—made from powdered milk.

While the oats are cooling I eat a piece of cold boiled rabbit meat.

Afterward I eat the oats. I sit for a few minutes before the open door of the stove watching the fire burn down, then I take my clothes off again, get back into bed, and go to sleep. When I wake up, the sky is just starting to get light. I get out of bed and dress myself quickly because it’s cold in the cabin. By the time I’m dressed there’s a little more light and I can see that it’s no longer snowing and the sky is clear. Because of the fresh snow it should be a good day for rabbit hunting. So I take my old, beat-up, single-shot 22 down from the hooks on the wall. I put my little wooden cartridge-box, containing 16 cartridges, in my pocket, with a couple of books of matches wrapped in plastic bags and a sheath knife on my belt in case I have to build a fire in an emergency. Then I put on my snowshoes and take off. First there’s a hard climb to get up on top of the ridge, and then a level walk of a mile or so to get to the open forest of lodgepole pines where I want to hunt. A little way into the pines I find the tracks of a snowshoe hare. I follow the trail around and around through its tangled meanderings for about an hour. Then suddenly I see the black eye and the black-tipped ears of an otherwise white snowshoe hare. It’s usually the eye and the black-tipped ears you notice first. The bunny is watching me from behind the tangled branches and green needles of a recently-fallen pine tree. The rabbis is about 40 feet away, but it’s alert and watching me, so I won’t try to get closer. However, I have to maneuver for an angle to shoot from, so that I can have a clear shot through the tangle of branches—even a slender twig can deflect a .22 bullet enough to cause a miss. To get that clear shot I have to lie down in the snow in an odd position and use my knee as a rest for the rifle barrel. I line up the sights on the rabbit’s head, at a point just behind the eye…hold steady…ping! The rabbit is clipped through the head.

Such a shot ordinarily kills the rabbit instantly, but the animal’s hind legs usually kick violently for a few seconds so that it bounces around in the snow. When the rabbit stops kicking I walk up to it and see that it’s quite dead. I say aloud “Thank you, Grandfather Rabbit”– Grandfather Rabbit is a kind of demigod I’ve invented who is the tutelary spirit of all the snowshoe rabbits. I stand for a few minutes looking around at the pure-white snow and the sunlight filtering through the pine trees. I take in the silence and the solitude. It’s good to be here. Occasionally I’ve found snowmobile tracks along the crest of the main ridge, but in these woods where I am now, once the big-game hunting season is over, in all my years in this country I’ve never seen a human footprint other than my own. I take one of the noosed cords out of my pocket. For convenience in carrying I put the noose around the rabbit’s neck and wrap the other end of the cord around my mittened hand. Then I go looking for the trail of another rabbit.

When I have three rabbits I head home. On arriving there I’ve been out some six or seven hours. My first task is to peel off the skins of the rabbits and remove their guts. Their livers, hearts, kidneys, brains, and some assorted scraps I put in a tin can. I hang the carcasses up under the shelter, then run down to my root cellar to fetch some potatoes and a couple of parsnips. When these have been washed and other chores performed—splitting some wood maybe, or collecting snow to melt for drinking water—I put the pot on the boil, and at the appropriate time add some dried wild greens, the parsnips, the potatoes, and the livers and other internal organs of the rabbits. By the time it’s all cooked, the sky is getting dark. I eat my stew by the light of my kerosene lamp. Or, if I want to economize, maybe I open the door of the stove and eat by the light of the fire. I finish off with a half a handful of raisins. I’m tired but at peace. I sit for a while in front of the open door of the stove gazing at the fire. I may read a little. More likely I’ll just lie on my bed for a time watching the firelight flicker on the walls. When I get sleepy I take off my clothes, get under the blankets, and go to sleep.

BVD: I envy you, too … While work, that does sound wonderful.

Freedom and autonomy. No time clock to punch, whether literal or figurative. But let me shift topic. You just mentioned sleep. Was your bed, or bunk, comfortable?

TJK: Well, it was comfortable enough for me.

[triplesilverstar]

The first strike is always the hardest

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Vash X F!Reader

CW: Death, dealing with death, verbal fights, medical inaccuracies, secret reveals, trauma, angst

Word count: Roughly 2.6K 

A/N: The first chapter of Heartache by the numbers, which takes place after the events of child of blessing.

Somehow, the backseat of the truck had become even more uncomfortable, and it had nothing to do with the seating arrangements or lack of space. The middle was now vacant, a divide that while in reality measured only a few feet could have been iles wide. 

You were sitting in Vash’s lap, secured against him by the seat belt both angled so you were looking out the door window. Your elbow pressed against the glass, cheek squished against your fist and watching the sand dunes roll by. The events from yesterday replaying in your mind, what a fucking shit show of a day. 

After running around the town trying to avoid the barrage of bullets being fired after Vash and the wind like weapons you were exhausted. Arriving just in time to watch as Wolfwood pulled the trigger on that damn laser weapon, you’d found your hand reaching out and grabbing the dark haired man before slamming him into the metal under your feet. 

“It’s not like I hit Blondie, you crazy bitch!” You had him pinned, as he screamed into your face, and you let the venom in your voice roll full force.

“That’s not the fucking point you shithead! You don’t get to point that damn thing at him or interject on his behalf if your only reaction is to kill.” You were glaring daggers at him before slamming him back down and running towards where Vash had dropped at the apex of the hull serving as a strange roof to the village, his back facing you. Scoping up Peace Bringer as you ran by and slipping it into the band of your pants. Hands reaching for him as you noticed the flecks of metal and dust in his hair, and the maroon crust drying just under the longer locks on the side of his head. 

“Vash, can you hear me” you’ve walked past him and lowered yourself down to your knees directly in front of him. His gaze is downcast, head lolled forward, with gentle fingers you’re grasping his chin to tilt his face up so you can see his eyes. The pupils are blown wide, edges almost jagged, and it takes a moment longer than it should for him to slur out an answer, and you have to worry about a possible concussion even if you know in a few hours he’ll be alright. 

“I’d ask if you’re injured but that response is telling me what I need to know” your own head is darting around in the fading light looking him over, keeping him steady and hopefully not causing him more pain, a ring of purple bruises is already starting to show near the top of his turtleneck the skin underneath no doubt a matching hue. A few bruises along the side of his face hidden under the dust, gently wiping it away to get a better look. 

“Rollo” his voice is brittle and catches your attention, his swallow seems painful and his brows are pinched “Check on Rollo. Please.”

“Vash, you said he was gone” even as the words hurt to say, you’re trying to keep your face and voice neutral, keep the panic off your face. How badly hurt is he to be saying a name that a few hours ago he’d told you was dead? The boy he hadn’t been able to save, that he’d promised he’d save. Well told Wolfwood, who probably wasn’t aware you were listening through your ear piece while you were laying low on a rooftop keeping track of the big guy trying to kill your boyfriend. 

“It was him, it was Rollo. He fell” a shaky finger is pointing towards where the body of the big guy had fallen and it slowly dawns on you. The reason Vash had asked you to try and shock him instead of restricting his movements, he’d figured out the boy he’d tried to save was the thing that had been hunting him all afternoon. Taking notice of the fresh blood starting to run from a cut hidden by his hair above his temple, pulling some gauze from your jacket to dab at it before it starts to drip too far down his face. Once done you answer him, placing the used gauze in your pocket.

“Ok Vash. I can check on him, but I can’t leave you by yourself” your own throat is tight, trying to keep the sorrow from seeping through as you speak. You know the body down in the sand is dead. No one, not even you or Vash could survive a laser blast through your skull and into your brain. “Can you stand up?” Vash is attempting to rise on his own, shaking movements and a staggered step, before you’re under his arm taking his weight against you as you slowly begin to descend down the old hull. 

Slow measured steps and you notice Wolfwood approaching, and your stomach is churning, jaw clenched tight and you snarl the words out at his approach. “Go find the reporters and meet us down below.” 

He’s looking at you bewildered, like you’ve asked the impossible of him or maybe he’s still reeling from the fact that for the first time since he’s appeared you’ve been openly hostile towards him. In the end he does turn away opposite the way he’d come. 

It doesn’t take you too long to get down to start moving towards where the body of Rollo fell, and the twin suns have started to set. Vash slowly but surely regaining more and more of his senses, his steps becoming steadier as you both walk down. “That’s it Sunshine, just one foot in front of the other.” Soothing, or aiming to be while his body and mind are reeling from the damage he’s taken. Both physical and mental. 

By the time you reach the base of the roof, Vash’s steps are steady once more so much so that he pushes your arm wrapped around him away. Your hand dropping to your side, a soft thud as it hits the fabric, knowing he’s blaming himself for this tragedy. Walking under his own power and moving closer to the body of Rollo slunk into the sand. It stings to see him put those walls in place once more. 

The two of you reach the remains as the other three in your traveling party join you, one of whom you’d still like to deck. Feeling your heart beating painfully in your chest as Vash moves ever closer and lowering his body to the sand. Voice so brittle, and you can hear the tears he’s trying to choke back. Trying because you know that once more he feels he doesn’t deserve to cry. 

“Come on” the first words he speaks and you hear the crack in your own heart. “Wake up” Vash is starting to shake the body, and you’re taking a deep breath to steady yourself. “You have to be ok. Please Rollo!” Voice raising in volume, a reflection of his desperation. “You’re fine little man. Just wake up. Please. Wake up” watching and hearing Vash break again in so few days is tearing at you. No matter what you try, you know he’ll just push you away.

“That’s a corpse Stampede. Just let it go” the way Wolfwood’s voice carries makes the sorrow you feel evaporate almost immediately. Hands balling into fists and you’re taking deep breaths for a whole other reason. 

“Why’d you shoot” from the angle you’re at you can see the briefest clenching of Vash’s jaw. “Don’t play dumb why’d you shoot Rollo?” He’s moving before you can react, grabbing that damned undertaker. A part of you is glad Vash is lashing out for once, because this time it’s not his fault. Not in the slightest. He can’t save everyone, and he was certainly trying to. 

“Mercy.” The finch on Vash’s face, and the way Wolfwood speaks makes you ever angrier. What the fuck does the Undertaker understand about mercy, swallowing thickly as you watch the two of them interact. Vash releases him, head downcast and the few steps Wolfwood takes makes your blood boil. Looking down at the corpse as if he’s aware of the weight of what he’s done. You aren’t fooled. Those measured steps are from someone who’s taken more lives then he has digits to count them on.

“That monster was not the kid you knew. Keeping it alive would have been torture.” Those words burn, lighting the embers in your heart that always sit simmering just under the surface. Referring to a living being as an ‘it’ teeth starting to grind inside your skull. Maybe you’re taking it too personally. The truth is, those words ring in your head because you’ve had those same words thrown at you so often in the past. 

“It’s not for you to decide.” Voice cracking and you agree with Vash, it wasn’t for the undertaker to decide. 

“You think you’re some moral authority. It was you who did the poor kid so wrong, an empty promise is a lie. That or a wake up call to check your ego.“ Like a wire under tension the reins of your shaky control snaps. 

Vision filled with red. 

How fucking dare he. Vash had tried to save the boy, and it was clear, at least to you another force had interfered. The road to hell was paved with good intentions and goddamn Vash tried his fucking best. His moral compass didn’t need someone like Wolfwood telling him he was wrong. 

As silence starts to ring after hearing Wolfwood's words you take a few steps closer to the undertaker and swing, fist connecting with his face and sending him careening to the sand. “You have no right.” Just as the wind begins to blow all around the five of you, tone flat. The sound of your fist connected with the side of his face muffled by the whisper of the sand carried in the wind. 

“What is your problem now?! First you slam me against the hull above the town, now you clock me here!” You’re still frozen in place looking down at the undertaker as he scrambles to stand face void. 

“You have no right to decide what is mercy, and what isn’t. This” you wave towards the body laying in the sand “person, was experimented on. Vash. When did you try to bring the medicine for him?” 

“What does th-”

“Answer the question Vash” you don’t raise your voice, just cut him off. Closing your eyes and trying to keep yourself from doing something far more violent. Trying to pull those reins over your rage back into place.

“Around ten years ago” his voice is soft and somber with the answer, and you don’t move your head to look at him, keeping your gaze squarely on Wolfwood as you reopen your eyes. 

Swallow it down, but it back inside, back behind the door. 

“And from the story Roberto told earlier, he said it started circulating around five years ago. So if this is Rollo, he didn’t die. He was taken and experimented on by some-”

“And that makes slugging me ok!” Chest tight, feeling the rage inside of you starting to churn like you’re going to be sick. He is not helping you keep that burning inferno of rage locked inside of you. Your far more likely to walk away from your own problems, but you won’t let something like this linger without being challenged, not when someone is trying to strike at the walls Vash patches around his own mind. A flaw that in moments like this, brings all your calm control under distress. 

“It does when you think it’s ok to kill someone who’s a fucking victim! What makes you have the right to decide if someone is human or not anymore! For all we know something else was controlling him!” Your voice is getting louder, ringing out across the sand, and if you hadn’t been so focused on Wolfwood you would have seen Meryl flinching away from the sound. The boom of your words carried on the wind.

“What makes you think he was experimented on?” Now it’s venom dripping from Wolfwood’s voice, and if you had of been calmer you might have seen the briefest shake of his hands and shoulders. Closer to a tremor then a shake. 

“Because people don’t have shit like that fused to their skin, or vials of chemicals to make their wounds heal!” Eyes widening, unaware you’re closer to screaming at this point.  

“Oh and healing overnight from a slash down your forearm that should have left you unable to use it for at least three weeks is normal!” Sneering at his callus words thrown right in your face. Of course the little bastard had noticed you’d been bleeding after the events inside the grand worm. Or his little buddy had informed him of what happened. Another check mark in why you don’t trust this man. 

“Does that mean if I step out of line, I'll be the next person whose brain you put a bullet through?” You can feel your fist tighten, to the point that you can feel your bones creaking in your grip, the pain a welcome reprieve. 

“If you go on a rampage, yes! It’s pretty clear you aren’t human with the shit you pull! Maybe you were part of the experiments that were done on him? Even I know the ‘Ghost Sniper’ didn’t exist before seven years ago.” All throughout the exchange neither one of you is noticing the way Roberto is glancing between you, or to Vash who has yet to move from where he’s been standing breathing deeply as if he’s trying to deal with something.  

“So what if I was experimented on! Because trust me boy if what you’ve seen so far makes you think I’m not human, then you haven’t seen the real mons-” lips pulled back from your teeth in a snarl and shoulders tight. Legs bent just enough that if your ready to spring forward for a fight. 

A single word rips from Vash’s mouth cutting through the silence of the night and ending your verbal spat with Wolfwood, a word that has you freezing feeling all the rage you feel inside you burn even hotter but you won’t act on it. Hearing your name spoken aloud tends to have that effect on you. “That’s enough” his voice is tired but you can feel the edge to it, he won’t let you take that argument with the undertaker any farther. Won’t let you make it more physically then you already have. 

You take a few steps back from Wolfwood, trying to calm the rage inside you and look around. You can’t see Vash’s face, but you don’t need to, you know the disappointment would be clear enough to see from an ile away. The reporter duo however, all you can see is shock and pity there. You are not dealing with this right now, and turn making your way towards the truck. Shame starts to flood your system with your actions, and you decide you’ve had enough traveling with other people. 

Vash is yelling out to you but you keep going, body hot and muscles spasming as you walk swallowing down your emotions.

Back behind the door, close it and force yourself to move on. 

Glad for the distance to the truck so you can regain control, feeling the tightness in your shoulders starting to wane. The fire in your heart starts to slowly cool and the churning of your guts begins to slow, no longer wanting to punch Wolfwood into a pile of bloody pulp. To feel his ligaments tear as you twist his joints, an empty satisfaction that would have solved nothing 

You’re still angry, but it’s not what's controlling your actions any longer.

Back to Masterlist for the series

[heythere-mel]

After Hours

Dave York x f!secretary reader

W/C: <650

Warnings: smutty times y’all! Hints of underlying infidelity? Soft!Dave cause obviously!

A/N: I don’t know where this came from but you can blame (or thank) my raging PMS and thots some of my homies have sent and that I’ve read over the last few days. (I’m looking directly at YOU @kteague @lovesbiggerthanpride @icanbeyourjedi) this is for them lol short but sweet little drabble. Enjoy bbys 🤍

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“Quit squirming.”

“Can’t. Feels-ssso good.”

“You wanna cum, huh?” Shaking your head rapidly at his question.

“You don’t cum until I say so.”

——-

Dave asked you to stay after hours to help file some reports from a major case he had been trying to wrap up earlier in the day. From the low baritone of his voice in which he asked paired with the hungry look in his eyes, you both knew what that really meant.

——-

Dave’s cock is now buried to the hilt as he takes you from behind. The pace and angle he’s at deliver precise punches to your cervix that have the breath being ripped from your lungs with every stroke. Your mind is hazy when you feel it.

Slap!

His hand comes down to your ass followed by a soothing touch to the reddened skin. You fall forward outstretched further over the cool counter top.

“Where’s the belt?”

Oh, the belt.

The one he hurriedly removed when he saw your ass bent over his desk? The one he just had wrapped around your neck to pull you closer as you gagged on his dick? Loving the control he had while taking what he wanted. It lay across the office chair as you shakily pointed to the object.

He quickly withdraws from your heat to grab the restraint. Ordering you to get on your back. You spread your legs open, inviting him back in, only for him to force them together as he loops it around your thighs and pulls tight, clasping the prong through the hole in the strap. Your legs are thrown mercilessly over his shoulder as he prepares to dive back in to your aching cunt, yet he takes it slow this time. The grasp your walls have on him at this position has him closing his eyes at the grip. An almost wounded mewl is heard below him, opening his eyes to see yours closed. Your brows pinched together and jaw slack from his length easing its way in. Your mouth forming the perfect “O” shape. Dave hated to admit it, but you were beautiful like this. Taking everything he’s giving you without much push back. His signature devilish smirk brands his face once more as he pulls out to the tip, only to sheath himself fully in one swift motion and begin his furious pace once more. Your eyes spring open at the force and he’s glaring down at you.

“Such a good girl. My good girl.”

“Yours.”

He moves closer to you as his fingers expertly find your clit and begin rubbing the throbbing little pearl, loving the absolutely wrecked emotion on your face. He nips at your chin, feeling the pressure in your belly building. His own release not far behind.

“Think you’ve earned it?”

“Yes, please…” you pant.

“Cum.”

A sudden pinch of your clit is what throws you over the edge. Every nerve is on fire as your body convulses beneath Dave, soaking his cock and the desk below.

“Fuck, yes, baby. The best pussy. So good for me!”

He stills for a moment as you both regain your breath. You catch him staring, wanting to believe it’s almost adoringly. A small smile pulls at that beautiful pout that seems to be permanently etched on his features.

He gently lowers your legs and unlaces the belt. You take that as your cue to get up and going but he surprises you by leaning back over to give you a sweet kiss, one that holds more meaning behind it than ‘thanks for the quick fuck.’

“One day, you’ll really be mine.”

“I’ll be waiting Dave.”

[painless-innit-colourful]

“Are you coming?” “Yes, sorry, I’m here now.”

Wilbur’s belt is heavy on his waist, but his general feeling is surprisingly light. He jogs towards Dream up the hill beside the wreckage of L’Manberg, and when the wind blows, it stirs the ash lying thick on the ground, making it appear like the crater is still smoking.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” “Yeah, um,” Wilbur pauses a moment to catch his breath and summon his courage, his hand resting on the extra scabbard tied haphazardly around his hips. For the greater good.

For Tommy.

“Just a second, Dream.” The mask tilts in his direction as he unbuckles the scabbard and holds it out to Dream. It feels like a reversal of an old trade. He summons the man he was then, calling his way with words to his lips. Dream unsheathes the blade and regards it with what he’d guess is appreciation? It’s hard to tell around the mask, but the crisp sharpness and the enchantments are the best he could find to be on offer. And he knows Dream has an axe, but there’s a different best tool for every job. After a moment in which only the wind whispers its encouragement to him, Dream’s voice cuts through the quiet.

“Damocles..?” “Ah, I couldn’t help myself. My principal vice is the inability to leave things without their proper names.” He pushes his glasses up his nose, shrugging, playing the pretentious Pogtopian ne’er-do-well. “One of Techno’s Greek heroes?” “I’ll admit, I’ve become predictable. Yes, a classical reference, if you will.” He takes his time over the longer words, enunciating each syllable. He should’ve been an actor. It comes so easily to him.

Dream spends another moment regarding the sword before he tucks it into the scabbard and inspects that too. “I don’t know that story,” He raises his eyes, and the soulless smile of the mask meets his: Wilbur mirrors instinctively. “Remind me.”

“Oh, your average tale of fall and redemption,” He shrugs, playing off the intensity. “Damocles was a great king, made a few mistakes, misunderstood tragedy, imprisoned and left to die-” He lets his words hang for a few seconds, before continuing. “But after he was freed by an old friend, he proved himself innocent of the heinous acts he’d been accused and was forgiven in the eyes of the people, who rejoiced to have their great ruler back.” The smirk on his lips is genuine. “Forgive me; the parallel was irresistible.”

“I see,” Wilbur thinks he can hear a smile, or perhaps amusement, in Dream’s voice. Either way, well done Soot.

“Are you ready to go now?” “Yes, yes, let’s get out of this graveyard.”

Dream’s laugh is warm, easy. Wilbur sticks his hands in his pockets as he walks, appearing totally at ease in his lack of armour, made more significant by the spiked accents at the shoulder of Dream’s chestplate on his near side, sharp enough to take out his eye and a sizeable chunk of his frontal lobe should he trip at the wrong angle. Trust is a troublesome thing to earn - Wilbur knows that better than anybody - but he had a head start here, for once. His fingers brush against the red sticks tied in their loose bunches in the bottoms of his pockets, and he doesn’t think of the promise he made to Eret.

Trinitrotoluene. Not enough to blow up a nation, or even a house. Just enough for one person.

(Regrettably, he knows how much that is now.)

“What about yours?” Dream uses the sheathed blade in his hand to indicate the other scabbard, sitting more cohesively at Wilbur’s side as they walk. “Oh, this old thing?” He draws it, a simple blade, undecorated, unremarkable. There’s still a name on the hilt though, and without being able to see his eyes, Wilbur can tell Dream’s looking at it. “What did you name yours?”

“Oh, yes,” He laughs warmly, snatching his fingers from the dynamite in his pocket to run through the white streak in his hair. “Apate, also a classical reference.” “Who?”

He’s not going to cause any more damage. He’s going to fix something. For the first time in his life, he’s going to cause some good destruction, regardless of what it does to him. He tilts his head, looking at Dream below his glasses.

“Apate is the personification of deceit.”

[omegawhiskers]

AEW FULL GEAR 2023 PREDICTIONS

Full Gear is shaping up to be a decent card, but I’m hoping we get resolutions to some nagging issues I’ve been having with AEW as of late.

MJF and TBA vs. The Gunns - ROH World Tag Team Championship

The Ring of Honor titles on AEW TV has done nothing but cause a distraction. Most of the titles are now back on ROH, and I think the tag belts will follow. The only other angle they could do is, Samoa Joe and MJF team to win. Now both men are tied together with these belts. I can see this working, but I can also see Jay White getting involved in a screwy finish. I’ll with The Gunns for the victory.

Hikaru Shida vs. "Timeless" Toni Storm - AEW Women's World Championship

Hikari Shida reign as been lackluster. No fault of Shida by the way. AEW women’s wrestling can go from hot to cold within a week. The lack of consistency and focus on the division is frustrating as a fan. I just don’t know how Shida comes out with the win when Toni Storm’s new gimmick is so over. It makes sense to strike while the iron is hot. Timeless gets the win.

Sting, Darby Allin, and Adam Copeland vs. Christian Cage, Luchasaurus, and Nick Wayne

This match is going to be a blast. I’m going all in with Adam Copeland going heel, thus causing Darby Allin and Sting to lose. Then they could do an Adam & Christan vs. Sting & Darby at Worlds End. It’s a risky prediction, but I’m sticking to it.

Orange Cassidy vs. Jon Moxley – International Championship

This past week on Dynamite we saw that the orange punch barely fazing Jon Moxley. If Orange Cassidy wasn’t the underdog already, he’s definitely walking in as one. The story is that the odds are stacked against Orange, which is why I’m giving him the win that he needs. Moxley should walk out with a newfound respect for Orange.

The Golden Jets vs. The Young Bucks 

The stipulation is simple; if The Young Bucks lose, then The Golden Jets (awful name) will obtain the Bucks number one contender spot for the AEW World Tag Team Championship. If the Jackson boys win, then Jericho and Omega must disband as a tag team. I’m giving the win to Kenny and Chris. The Golden Jets will then go on to win the belts from Big Bill and Ricky Starks and then the feud with The Young Buck - who are already pissed off due to the loss from Full Gear - will continue.

Ricky Starks and Big Bill vs. La Facción Ingobernable vs. FTR vs. Kings of The Black Throne - AEW World Tag Team Championship

Ricky Starks and Big Bill as tag team champions has been boring. I must keep reminding myself that they have the belts, which is a bad sign for the division. I don’t see LFI winning as it’s early days for them. FTR don’t need the belts, and Kings of The Black Throne just haven’t been built to take those belts. I believe Starks and Bill will retain, and as mentioned, they will drop the belts to The Golden Jets…unless The Young Bucks win their match and FTR wins this one, and we get another match with both teams…please, let’s not do this match again.

"Hangman" Adam Page vs. Swerve Strickland - Texas Death Match

This is easily one of the best feuds of the year. Both men are telling a fantastic story where the drama keeps building each week. This is going to be a bloody and vicious fight. I’ve heard many people say that Serve Strickland needs to win this match, but he doesn’t because this is not your typical match, it’s a fight that has stemmed from a man breaking into another man’s house and threatening a baby. Adam Page needs to win to show he can defend his family. At the end of the day, both men will come out of this match looking great.

Kris Statlander  vs. Julia Hart vs. Skye Blue -  AEW TBS Championship

Who is Kris Statlander? She was an alien, but she dropped the gimmick, so who she is now? I don’t know. AEW has failed to explore her character. With no clear direction, she’s just been standing between to Skye Blue (whose had development as a character) and Willow Nightengale looking confused. Like Toni Storm, Julia Hart has been connecting with the audience. I think the belt will be going on Hart because it’s not doing anything for Statlander. I feel Blue still has some time to go before getting any gold.

MJF vs. Jay White – AEW World Championship

It feels like this feud has been going on forever, so I’m glad it’s being wrapped up this weekend. I’m also not a Jay White fans because AEW has failed to tell me anything about him as an individual whereas MJF has transitioned wonderfully into a babyface where we’ve seen a vulnerable side to his character that’s relatable. MJF wins this one.

I’m hoping Full Gear finally reveals The Devil. Again, it feels like this Devil character has been around for much longer than they have. I can’t wait for MJF to retain so he can move on. I want the tag division to have a clear direction and for the women’s division to shine the light on the characters that need it. I feel positive that this PPV will conclude and open up new and exciting stories.

[thekrows-nest]

(anon)

Yeah, and Krow plants out any older onions and garlic that begin to sprout.  They started a sprig of rosemary from a random hedge in a jam jar of water, and now that it’s a mini shrub in a yogurt pot they use bits in pasta sauce. (Either made from simple fried garlic and oil with pepper when money is tight - or cooked down from any tomatoes that are split, damaged or mushy.)

During a ceramics phase they made a little terracotta self watering stake in the shape of a bird.

The small details I noticed aren’t much.

At the ends of Letty’s hair there were some sharp spreading pointed shapes that could have been ice crystals, hinting at supernatural powers. Her pale icy colouring fits that well. Letty is also shown preparing to snip the head off a rose which looks like a nod to Morticia. Extra fuel for ’more than meets the eye’.

TW violence/injury mention

The claw rings at the ends of her fingers were interesting as well.

I wondered if they were the cause of Gabe’s scars but they love each other. (?) Something extreme would have had to happen for that. (The shapes at the end of her hair could maybe be fur but that’s much less likely.) Werewolf Letty real? /j

No. The ones on his hand could be dragged claws but on his throat the mark looks too straight and clean. And it feels a bit too left field for the setting. Knowing nothing about them I’m going with Letty has ice crystals spreading from her, she’s possibly magic or of fae blood (flower and leaf motifs), and Gabe was possibly attacked by a bladed weapon. Or a rough thin rope or chain (less likely unless it was very abrasive or burned him magically).

I wondered if Gabe’s scars could give any hints about the nature of Gabby’s past traumatic experience. On him they do look like defence wounds.

They’re not on his palms as if he warded away someone in front of him, so it’s possible someone had a blade on his throat from behind and he instinctively put his palm up to his throat to grab/protect the wound, interfering with the blade(?) and getting a few cuts to the back of the hand in the struggle. The angle looks right.

That’s not perfect though unless it was an initial shallow slice (didn’t bleed out immediately) and the attacker tried to keep going or Gabe pushed the blade away in a few movements (two marks).

However the scars on the hand are explained for Gabby as serger accidents. And her throat seems to be unscarred. The collar of her shirt doesn’t look high enough to hide one.

Wild sloppy conjecture, Krowspiracy anon is losing their touch.

But if I can take yet another wild stab I think Gabe’s gold eyes ARE supernatural, even if Gabby’s are not/she specifically denies it. I get the feeling he’s stronger and faster to heal than a human. Not sure if werewolf of vampire or something else. The gold eyes look animalistic. But the brocade vest and Blade coat are giving me vampire 🤔 Perhaps someone tried to decapitate him.

I couldn’t make out any hints from the design on his belt buckle. It could be a tree or flames.

(adding in the second part of the ask too)

(anon)

Wait, I changed my mind. Zooming in on Gabe’s scars now and they don’t look clean and smooth like from a sharp blade.

They actually could have been made by one of the other three options mentioned.

Absolutely all that is on brand for Krow. You can totally cheaply grow your own garlic and onions just from getting sprouting ones from the grocery store. Green onions that have the roots, just put in a cup of water and they'll keep growing and you can keep using the greenery.

The lil water spout bird is a cute idea! Def making it canon he made such a thing.

As for Gabe and Letty... C:

(and yes, I was trying to do a redraw of a scene from Addam's Family for Letty since I have my own mental comparisons with her and Morticia.)

I will say that the scars on his hand are also the same as Gabby; inflicted by two separate serger incidents. The big one on his neck though... a completely different story.

As well, Gabe and Letty have a fair bit of a different story going on as opposed to Gabby and LT, which is to say, not everything that is true for Gabe and Letty is true for Gabby and LT and vice versa, such as Gabe having a huge neck scar and Gabby doesn't.

Since Gabe nor Letty are actually affiliated with the Krow Verse at all, I wouldn't mind revealing their lore. But if you'd prefer to keep theorizing that's cool too. :3

The theories you did present ARE neato hehe.

[fanfoolishness]

milestone

Din & Grogu, set some time after The Book of Boba Fett. Din discovers the cause of Grogu's bad mood, and realizes a flaw in his own beskar. Big parenthood feels. ~750 words.

--

The kid was in a mood today.

Normally he loved bathtime. It was something the kid had loved on Sorgan like nothing else. Splashing with his little hands, lowering his head to blow bubbles in the water, kicking out and seeing how much water he could slosh everywhere. Ever since, Din had always tried to find a good bath for the kid when he could.

But today? Grogu wasn't having any of it.

Kid had been off all morning. Fussing over his food, pushing even his favorites away. Messing with everything Din had told him a dozen times to leave alone, until he'd gotten armor cleaner all over himself. Now he found himself unceremoniously plonked into the bath, and surprise, surprise, he didn't like that, either.

He sat in the bathwater, sullen as anything, his big eyes narrowed and cranky. His ears were held at the exact angle Din associated with impending naughtiness, where they hadn't budged from all day.

"Come on, buddy," said Din cajolingly. "What's the matter?"

Grogu let out a grumbling little babble and crossed his tiny arms. "Aah-uh."

Din sighed, reaching for the silver ball that he had set aside with Grogu's clothes. He waved it in front of Grogu's face. "Do you want this? Are you mad I took it? I didn't want it to get lost down the drain. You can have it after your bath."

Grogu narrowed his eyes so much only a sliver showed. Uh-oh. The knob shot out of Din's hand and against the back wall of their cramped inn room, rolling harmlessly away. "Muhh!"

"No! No throwing things," Din snapped. He leaned down, catching the rolling ball, and slipped it back into his belt pouch for safekeeping. He wagged his gloveless finger. "You know better."

Grogu bowed his head and rubbed his face with his hands, whimpering. A stab of contrition hit Din in the gut.

"Hey, hey, I'm sorry. I just don’t know what’s wrong. Come on --" He carefully lifted Grogu's hands up from his face, and saw something looked different about his mouth. He peered closely at it, trying to figure it out what was causing the redness --

The kid was cutting a new tooth.

"Oh," he said. Dank farrik, no wonder -- "Grogu… you're cranky because your tooth hurts?"

Grogu looked up at the sound of his name, his lower lip trembling. He rubbed at his mouth again. "Tu," he mumbled.

Din reached for the towel at hand, lifting Grogu out of his bath and bundling him up. "Come on, I got something for that. You'll feel a lot better soon."

Grogu curled up in his arms, and Din fumbled in his medkit, coming out with a little numbing gel. He usually used it if he'd taken a lot of hits to the helmet -- it was surprisingly easy to bite your own tongue or cheek after the fifth direct hit in the head -- but he didn't see why it wouldn't work here. He rubbed a bit on Grogu's gums, and the kid settled down right away, slipping comfortably into the nap he'd refused to take earlier.

Din held him, carefully using the edge of the towel to dry his ears as he slept. He could lay Grogu down in his own small bed now, but... Din sat down in the inn's battered rocking chair instead, gazing at the child in his arms.

He's getting a new tooth. He's... growing.

Din froze, struck by a sudden wave of feelings fierce and powerful, a terrible, brilliant ache. He didn't have words for it all. How could he?

There was something like glad -- the kid was getting older, he'd never be quite so helpless and small as when they first met, he’d grow and change... Something about pride -- he thought of Grogu cringing and hiding in his pram, then the kid bold enough to have tantrums without fear -- something about knowing he'd had a part in that. Something like loss -- knowing he might never see another new tooth from the kid, knowing childhood could be another decade or another century --

Knowing he'd be there as long as he could --

Din hugged his foundling, tightly, his breath catching in his throat. Despite the weight of his beskar, he felt utterly, and completely, defenseless.

So this is what I signed up for.

Grogu shifted in his arms, yawning. The sharp little edge of his new tooth glinted beside the others. Din rocked back and forth, the chair creaking beneath them, and Grogu drifted back to sleep.

Din swallowed. "You know, kid," he murmured, "I wouldn't change a thing."

~

[ Written for @dankfarrikdrabbles - prompts tooth and free choice (which is just meant to mean whatever topic, but somehow after I wrote this I realized it could apply as its own prompt, too). ]

[writing-wh0re]

Billy Hargrove smut where he rough fucks reader in his car 🤤🤤

All writings will be #writing-wh0re-requests  Likes are great but feedback is golden - Open to all feedback, I know there is room for improvement. 

Hope this fic is what you wanted Anon! Keep the requests coming xx

*FIRST SMUT FIC!!* 

Y/N (YOUR NAME) Y/S/N (Your Siblings Name)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x reader

Word Count: 2,111k 

Warnings: Smut 18+, Explicit Language, Daddy Kink (whoops), Slight Praise Kink, Fingering, Vaginal Intercourse, Unprotected Sex, Oral (female receiving), Angst(?), Arguments. 

Summary: After forgetting your three year anniversary, Billy attempts to make it up to you.

I was walking down the street, hearing the music pumping through the wind as I spotted it. 

Billy’s blue 1979 Camaro sitting in Carol Perkins driveway. I made my way up to the car, feeling the hood still warm, meaning Billy couldn’t have been here for that long. 

“Fucking prick.” I mumble as I start my shuffle and weave through fellow classmates to find Billy. 

“Y/N, Billy didn’t mention you’d be coming? If I had known I would have sent you a dress code sheet.” Carol Perkins states holding her red solo cup against her shoulder. I look down on my outfit quickly, black converse, leather skirt and dark green lace bodysuit. I raise an eyebrow as I look at  Carol’s outfit, sucking my teeth as I roll my eyes. 

Carol drives me insane, she hasn’t liked me from the minute Billy and I started dating and to be honest, the feeling is mutual. Between her bitchy comments and her backhanded compliments, I couldn’t care less about her. 

“Dress code sheets would have been handy because under dressing as a hostess is embarrassing.” I watch as Carol scoffs, looking at Nicole beside her who has a disgust written all over her facial expression. 

“Drink, Drink, Drink, Drink.”

I follow the chanting to the back patio, leaving Carol and Nicole to mumble between themselves. I spot Billy doing his famous keg stand, surrounded by almost all the boys from the football team cheering him on. I watch as Billy completes his keg stand, his shirt open, beer coating his chest causing it to glisten in the light. I lick my lips at the sight, feeling wetness starting to pool between my legs, I shake the thoughts from my head. 

‘Remember why you’re mad at him.’ I remind myself, disliking that my body has such a reaction to him.

I watch as a girl walks up to him, placing her hand on his chest as she whispers in his ear, causing him to bite his lip and chuckle. I lean against the support beam as I watch the scene unfold, Billy turning the girl down as she rolls her eyes and attempts a new technique, only to receive the same result. The girl struts away annoyed as I walk over to Billy, watching as he tenses slightly, knowing he’s fucked up. 

“Hi princess, what ar-” 

“Fuck you Billy Hargrove.” Billy, grabs my forearm and pulls me into him, our chests bumping into each other as he narrows his eyes at me, smirking devilishly. 

“Want to say that again princess?” 

I pull myself out of his grip as I shove him backwards, causing him to chuckle as he looks over to Tommy. 

“I think she’s mad at me, don’t you think Hagan?” Billy chuckles as I whip around to Tommy, holding my index finger up. 

“If you know what’s good for you Hagan, you’ll walk away.” I threaten as Tommy shakes his head at us, putting his hands up in defense and walking back to the house. 

“Honestly Billy, I had to find out you were here from Y/S/N and Max!” 

“That’s the last time I tell Max anything.” Billy says walking towards me as I huff. 

“Not the point, do you remember what today is? Does today have any importance to you?” 

I watch as Billy puts his head down sighing shuffling around in his pocket as he pulls out a cigarette lighting it and taking a draw before answering me. 

“Did you fail a huge test today? Is it a birthday?” Billy questions as I scoff. 

“God, you’re such a prick you know that.” I turn to walk away from Billy feeling sadness fill my chest as I see a small crowd watching our interaction. 

“So what, you’re just not going to tell me why you’re mad at me? I have to play some sort of guessing game? Why did you even come here Y/N, you hate parties.” 

“I think you’re just being a dick on purpose now, have a reputation to keep up?” I question gesturing to the small crowd. “It’s our fucking three year anniversary dickwad!” I yell watching as realisation hits Billy. “And also, I don’t hate parties, I hate parties at Carol’s or parties I'm not invited to, which makes me, us, look fucking ridicolous.” 

I hear a few oo’s and oh’s from the small crowd as Billy forms two fists, anger boiling inside him. 

“Enjoying the show? Get the fuck out of here!” Billy yells to the crowd as they quickly disperse. “Princess, Tommy invited me tonight and I forgot.” 

“That’s exactly what I want to hear, you forgot.” I cross my arms over my chest watching as Billy’s eyes trail over my chest, his eyes lingering as they track down my body, Billy closing the distance between us as he runs his fingers up and down my arm. 

“Did you wear this, all for me?” Billy asks seductively as goosebumps prick my skin, a soft sigh falling from my lips. Billy moves closer, his lips ghosting mine as I feel my eyes flutter closed. 

‘No.’ I think to myself as I pull back. 

“Enjoy your party Billy.” I hear Billy groan in annoyance as I turn to walk away, feeling him grab my hand and rush ahead of me, pulling me behind him. 

“Billy.” 

“What are you doing?” 

All my protests fall on deaf ears as Billy and I shuffle through the bodies and make it outside. 

“Get in.” I raise an eyebrow and notice Billy unlock his car as I scoff. 

“I’ll walk home.” 

“It wasn’t a fucking question Y/N, get in the car and stop being a brat.” I huff as I walk to the passenger side and slip into the leather seat, Billy falling into the drivers as he starts the car and reverses out. 

“You better be taking me home.” 

I hear him chuckle as he takes the corners fast, his car engine roaring through the streets as he continues to drive, my mind not knowing the surroundings due to the blanket of darkness. After roughly five minutes, he parks the car on the side of the deserted back road, between a small clearing of trees. Billy gets out of the car as I look around at our surroundings, nothing but trees, silence and darkness. He opens my door as I look up at him confused. 

“Get in the back.” 

I smirk, licking my lips as I sit forward in my seat slightly, giving Billy the perfect view of my cleavage. “You expect us to have sex here?” I question as Billy huffs, grabbing my wrist and pulling me up to his chest. 

“I have to make it up to you babygirl, now get in the backseat.” 

I open the door and crawl into the backseat, sitting and facing the open door as Billy grabs ahold of my ankles from my outstretched legs, swiftly pulling me closer to him. I feel my breath quicken as he takes off his button up shirt, exposing his toned torso as I bite my lip. I keep my eyes on him as he wiggles my skirt to just above my hips, chuckling to himself as I feel heat cover my cheeks. 

“And I wonder who made you drip like this baby girl.” Billy says as his index finger traces over the dark green lace of the body suit as a small whimper falls from my lips. 

“I asked you a question.” 

“You did daddy.” I whisper as he smirks, kissing my inner thighs, ghosting over my heat as I sigh. 

“Good girl.” 

I feel Billy pull the lace bodysuit to the side as his finger traces small circles around my clit, causing soft moans to fill the air. 

“You can be as loud as you want princess, no one is around to hear us.” 

Billy slides a finger into my tight, dripping pussy as I cup my boobs toying with my nipples. He picks up the pace slightly, adding another finger and curling it upwards as I arch my back. 

“Fuck.” 

I hear Billy moan as his tongue slides over my throbbing clit, my back arching off the leather as I moan in pleasure, my fingers running through his hair as he continues to flick his tongue on my sensitive bundle of nerves. 

“Jesus Daddy.” I moan as we lock eyes with each other, causing Billy to moan sending vibrations all over my clit, his fingers picking up their pace. I feel Billy wrap his lips around my swollen clit, sucking softly as I feel the coil inside me tighten as I get closer and closer to my release. 

“Just like that, oh fuck, I’m going to cum.” I warn as Billy stops abruptly, smirking at me as I groan in annoyance at the loss of pleasure. 

“You only get to cum on my dick baby girl.” 

I run my hand down my body to play with my clit, wanting to get back to feeling some sort of pleasure as Billy slaps my hand away. I watch as he swiftly takes off his belt, undoing his jeans and sliding them down only slightly, allowing his dick to spring free, slapping against his stomach as I lick my lips. 

“Move back.” Billy instructs as I shuffle backwards eagerily, allowing for him to get into the car. 

Billy kneels on the leather seat, pulling me closer by my hips as he lines himself up against my pussy, sliding right into place as moans fill the air of the car. 

“Fucking made for me.” Billy praises as he starts to move his hips, not giving me much time to adjust to his size. 

“God, you’re so fucking big.” I moan as Billy raises my legs up to rest against his chest, feet either side of his face, the new angle allowing for him to go deeper. 

Billy picks up his pace, throwing his head back in pleasure as I arch my back. 

“Fuck Y/N.” 

“Daddy.” 

Billy lets go of my legs as he slides out, grabbing my hips as I raise an eyebrow at him. 

“Ass up.” Billy commands as I oblige, turning over, face against the leather, ass in the air as Billy slaps the supple skin. “God, you’re hot.” He praises as I moan softly, feeling him run the tip of his dick around in circles on my clit before sliding deep into my pussy. “Fuck, you’re so tight baby.” 

I moan into the leather as Billy starts to rock his hips into mine, faster and deeper in the new position. 

“Just like that.” I say as Billy grabs a fistfull of my hair, pulling me up slightly as he rubs circles on my clit causing me to cry out in pleasure.

“Are you going to cum for me princess? Cover my dick in cum?” 

I feel the coil tighten again, my eyes squeezing shut as I finally feel it snap, my body flooding with tingles as I cum all over Billy’s dick, my legs trembling as moans and profanities fall from my lips. I feel Billy’s thrusts grow sloppy as he reaches his high, cumming inside of me. 

Billy trails kisses from the top of my ass to my shoulder. 

“Happy Anniversary Princess.” Billy whispers, kissing my neck as he shuffles out of the car to adjust his clothing. 

I shuffle around in the car, wiggling my skirt back down and fixing my body suit as I step out of the car into the slight breeze of summer air. 

“I am still mad at you a little.” I mumble as Billy tuts, shaking his head. 

“Of course you are.” 

“But, that did make up for a little part of it.” I wink as Billy smirks, cupping my face and kissing me. My heart fills with love at the soft affectionate side of Billy.

“I love you Y/N.” 

“I love you too.” 

“I better get you home before your dad loses his shit at me.” Billy chuckles as I nod. 

“Sneak up through the window and spend the night?” I ask as I get into the passenger seat, Billy having made his way to the drivers side. I watch as Billy tosses up the idea as I smirk, placing my hand on his knee. 

“I haven’t been able to give you anything for our anniversary yet.” I whisper as my hand moves up his thigh, brushing against his dick as his breathing grows heavy. 

“You have me wrapped around your finger princess and you know it.” Billy smirks as he starts the car and begins the drive to my home. 

It’s going to be a sleepless night. 

[mrs-march-ahs]

Kai Impregnating You As a Punishment

Summary- When Kai finds out you’re planning to avoid pregnancy behind his back, he acts immediately to make sure his plan for a new and better future isn’t ruined.

Warnings- Dub-con (I think), breeding/impregnating, car sex, unprotected sex, sexual punishment, daddy kink, arousal from crying, Kai Anderson. Words- 1.6k

This was a left over idea from Kai Week that I had planned based on a request, and I wanted to do it! Returning to car sex, fun! :D

Enjoy<3

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“What is it Y/N?”, Kai forcefully asks.

“No honestly nothing”. You try your best to lie, but Kai always knew when you were nervous or worried. He also knew when you were keeping secrets from him, which is why right now you were completely screwed. Kai often looks through your belongings and does regular pinky power meetings to ensure that he knows absolutely everything about you. You know how some people say a little mystery is good in a relationship? He was certainly not one of those people.

With you now moved into Kai’s parent’s house with him and Winter, there is no place for you to hide your belongings. Not that you need to, usually. But sometimes when you get him a gift or have something to hide temporarily, you put it in your car, knowing he wont think to search it. But what you were hiding was no gift, but a stab in the chest.

He started being suspicious right away, when he walked past your car to get to his and your heart started pounding. He must’ve heard your heart almost escaping your chest and he instantly knew there was a reason you’d prefer to drive in his car instead of yours.

Kai sits in the passenger seat of your car, letting you drive for once, and stares at you as you start up the car, pretending nothing’s happening.

“Are you gonna tell me what’s going on or am I going to have to force it out of you?”

You look at Kai and shake your head timidly, but try to look and sound confident.

“No honestly I’m not hiding anything”

You mentally slap yourself the second those words come out of your mouth, revealing drips of information to Kai, knowing he’ll keep going after the truth no matter the cost. You look in front of you and put your foot on the acceleration for just a second, before Kai snaps at you to stop.

“Stop. Get in the back”. He unbuckles his seatbelt and puts his foot to the side, ready to climb in the back, but stops when he looks at you frozen.

“Kai’s there’s nothin-”

“Now Y/N”, he yells, making you flinch, and hops into the back middle seat. You quickly unbuckle your own seatbelt and follow him, wanting to sit by his side but instead being immediately bend in half over his lap. Kai grabs your face forcefully.

“Since you’re having so much trouble being honest with me”. Kai pulls your jaw down.

“I’ll help you spit it out”. With that warning said, Kai shoves two fingers deep in your mouth, making your lips wrap around the cold metal ring on his middle finger. After one quick thrust to the back of your throat, he takes his fingers out when you gag and keeps them on your chin.

“Are we gonna speak yet?”. You take a few deep breaths, taken back by his sudden, and new, actions.

“Kai everything’s fi-”

Not even letting you finish your words, he plunges his fingers back in your mouth, or throat, rather, and keeps them there for a few seconds. Your eyes begin to water as you accept your fate, knowing that Kai has a thousand different ways to get things out of you, and you must accept whatever punishment you get for making decisions behind his back.

“When I take my fingers out, you’re gonna tell me”. You cry out in response and he pulls his fingers out, holding your face and twisting it to look at him. He raises his eyebrow at you, making you speak.

“Glove compartment”, you manage to choke out, still slightly shaken from the brutal throat invasion. Kai pushes you off his lap, making you squish on the floor of the car, not daring to get up on the seat if Kai doesn’t want it. He stands up and leans towards the front of the car, opening the glove compartment and shoving out all documents in there onto the floor and seat, without a single care in the world. He rummages through your things, noticing your driving license and car documents, nothing too suspicious, before looking at a small green pharmacy prescription. He takes it and plops back down in the middle seat, reading it closely. Your stomach churns and your previous tears return as you’re torn between looking away from Kai, scared to make eye contact, and not wanting to peel your eyes off him to know his reaction. After a few seconds of angry reading, he rips the paper up and throws it around like confetti. Without even an angry word, he grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls you up on the back seats, laying you down. He climbs over you, and watches your tears fall closely, completely captivated and aroused at the sight of you in distress.

“Oh, so you don’t want to get pregnant?”, he barks in your face, enjoying the way you flinch every time. “You don’t want to make a Messiah? And contribute to the fucking cause? You want to be useless?!”, he yells. You’re left under him, whimpering at his harsh words and shaking your head manically, hoping to make your situation better in any way you can. Even if it meant you had to agree with him.

Kai clenches his jaw and takes a deep breath before speaking again, calmer this time.

“Have you taken any contraceptives yet?”. You immediately shake your head no, and try to blink all of your tears away. Kai whips his belt open and unzips his pants.

“I just got a prescription to buy them… I hadn’t even got them yet”, you whimper out quietly, not sure whether more details will make him calmer or even angrier. He lowers his pants before grabbing your legs and pulling you closer to him, and undoing yours silently and ripping them off. Crying always awoke something inside of Kai, but this was different, like a mixture of a punishment for you and a treat for him.

He leaned down and moved your head to the side, attaching himself to your neck and sucking on it harshly. Although the rough side of Kai scared you beyond words, his tough love still made you feel special, and him sucking hickeys on your neck, no matter how unaffectionately, made you feel like he was marking you as his. Therefore, he must’ve cared about you, even if he chose to show it in an unusual way.

He puts his arms on either side of your head, towering over you, making you feel both intimidated and protected by him, before sliding your underwear to the side. He pushes himself against your crotch and groans in your neck.

“This… this is really special”. He groans, as he lines up with you, putting his tip inside of you without warning.

“Daddy’s never done this with anybody”. A rush of arousal runs through your body as a strong reaction to the new nickname. Kai wasn’t new to nicknames, Sir, Divine Ruler, even Master. But he never called himself daddy, and he could feel the affect it had on you immediately, as he slid in you with ease. Although he pushes in slowly, the charade of softness and love quickly fades away as he slithers his cold hand under your shirt and grabs your boob, kneading it and squeezing it in his hand.

You gasp at the action, making Kai smile and kiss you, just once. He continues to talk to you with his lewd words as he begins to thrust. You submit yourself completely to him, wrapping your legs around his waist, and your arms around his chest, bringing him as close as possible to you so you can feel his warmth. He gracefully accepts your invite and puts his chest to yours, still with a tight grasp on your boob, rubbing your nipple with his thumb.

“Daddy’s gonna massage them so much when they’re all full of milk”, he whispers in your ear. You open your eyes and look at Kai with a blank expression, expecting an explanation to the weird statement, but he doesn’t provide one. Instead, he looks at you with a smirk and speeds up, keeping up the pace of the thrust and the roughness of his touch on you equal. Involuntarily you gulp, accepting the very appropriate punishment.

“God, I haven’t masturbated in- oh fuck… - in days… this is perfect”, he speeds up his thrusts, and closes his eyes, no longer caring about watching you tear up or orgasm. His sole focus shifts to fucking you as deep as possible, and ensuring he can empty as much of his balls as possible, filling you up to the brim. To guarantee your Messiah.

The new pace makes you clench, and panting and gasping as he fucks you restlessly, going deeper than ever before. He pulls your legs up higher and folds you in half, so he can fit his whole cock in, hitting your cervix with every single thrust. Just as the grip on your legs gets tighter and his moans get louder, you’re overcome with pleasure, your first orgasm coming over you and completely distracting you from how uncomfortable of a position you are in. The feeling of you clenching and cumming around him brings Kai over the edge, settling in the first load of the night deep inside of you.

Kai groans as he cums and rests with his cock deep in you, and you wrap your arms back around him and try to pull him closer for a quick kiss before he pulls out. But instead, after a few stationary seconds, he puts his leg on the ground and thrusts again, at a different angle. You whimper at the sensitivity and as does Kai, but he doesn’t hault and instead looks down at you cockily.

“I hope you’re not tired yet, there’s many more where that came from”

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[haruchiyos]

⠀ Body, Mind, and Soul

Pairing: Sanzu Haruchiyo x fem!Reader

Warnings: kidnapping, drugging, explicit use of drugs (crack cocaine), yandere themes, noncon, dacryphilia, pain play, anal, unprotected sex, no aftercare, threats, graphic violence, blood play, blood as a lubricant, impact play, branding, slight choking, restraints (belt), punishment, implied stalking. Bonten Sanzu so minor spoilers.

Word count: 2.5k ish? idk I wrote this in drafts 

Author note: this is some vile stuff, check the warnings and proceed at your own discretion. tagging my fellow violence lovers: @bajihub @gentori​

Minors fuck off

Your head was pounding, limbs heavier than led, eyes glazed in a drugged induced haze. Where were you? And why... why was everything spinning? Despite being on the fringes of consciousness you registered the outline of a tall figure at the end of the bed you laid on. 

“w-who ... who’s there?” you slurred, the drugs in your system preventing your eyes from focusing on the person before you. Everything was a blur, from your vision, to your dull sense of touch, to the way time moved all too slow yet far too fast at the same time. 

“Don’t remember me doll?” the figure asked, but a wave of dizziness prevented you from responding. He sucked disapprovingly on his teeth and sauntered to the far corner of the room. “What a shame.” The sound of a torch lighting cut violently through your clouded stupor. 

What was he doing? 

Your eyes adjusted just enough in the light to see the male shift the flame under a crack pipe and take a long drag from it. Blue eyes rolled back into his skull as he helded in the smoke — lean body quaking in ecstasy as he waited for the drug to take effect. Without notice, he dropped the crystal pipe, the sound of it shattering at his feet helped to further ground you in reality — to see through the effects of the drugs. The twin scars at the edge of his lips caused a slight sense of familiarity to rise within you, but you couldn’t quiet place its origin.

Who is this man?

Sanzu exhaled slowly through his nose and cracked open his eyes to watch you. Pure, primal fear ripped through you as your eyes met. Every instinct in you screaming to run, to fight the drugs still coursing through your blood stream, to push past the vertigo, to get away. You’d be safe as long as you could flee from that soulless gaze, one that promised you a world of suffering. You had to get out. 

Runaway. 

Run. 

Run.

RUN. 

But, the drugs wouldn’t let you. Sanzu hadn’t even needed to restrain you, as the poison in your veins already acted as a ball and chain on every limb. You felt like a helpless rabbit before him. Trapped and at the mercy of his volatile nature. 

“Don’t worry Y/N,” he chimed, “I’ll see to it that you never forget my name.”

You watched silently as he picked up a thick piece of metal wire and angled the torch’s flame beneath it. It didn’t take long for the metal to glow a bright and  taunting red. 

“Please...” you begged softly as tears spilled over your lash line, “... don’t do this. I-I’ll do whatever you want, I promise.” 

A smile pulled at the pink haired man’s lips, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. “But this is what I want sweetheart. You’re going to be mine — body, mind, and soul — whether you like it or not.”

He was on you in an instant, a calloused hand ripping at your clothes to expose the large expanse of virgin skin that was your right thigh. “So pretty,” he trilled, gaze shifting upwards to your face. “Don’t worry, I won't let it get infected.” He reassured as if your crying was in response to anything other than the pain the red-hot metal promised, then proceeded to place a claiming kiss upon the skin.

Ringing filled your ears the moment it touched your skin, the shrill sound and the seering pain overwhelmed all of your senses. You only knew you were screaming because you could feel the air rushing from your lungs. The pain was white hot and all encompassing, taking hold of you with its cruel fingers and dragging you down, down, down into a world of suffering. Darkness consumed the outer edges of your vision as your made your decent drowning you.

Breathe.

Breathe.

Breathe.

But you couldn't. Not with the excruciating pain emanating from your side. No matter how hard you tried, even with the agony as an anchor to keep you awake, the darkness enveloped you. 

You weren’t sure how long it had been. An hour or two — maybe three? All you knew was that the pain had ebbed to a rhythmic pulsing of heat, almost like a second heartbeat, compared to what it had been before. A hoarse moan fell from your lips as you groggily sat up. The drugs had worn off for the most part, but your movements were stiff and uncoordinated. 

“Awake finally?” Came that same psychotic voice from before. You froze, not daring to look in his direction. He cackled, his face nearing until mer centimeters separated his lips from your ear. “I’ve wanted you for so long, my dear. I can’t tell you how happy I am to finally have you.” he breathed, teeth grazing your ear lobe.

You didn't have to see him to know his eyes were blown wide, glazed over in drug induced ecstasy. “You know,” he continued “it hurt that you didn’t remember me. I was a regular of yours after all.”

A regular?

Your mind shifted to the last thing you could remember prior to waking up before that walking nightmare of a man. You had been at work, one of the few waitresses on night shift at a small family owned diner. It hit you: pink hair and a mask. There was a tall man that’d frequent the establishment once or twice a week during the final hours of operation. All he’d ever order was a cup of coffee that he never seemed touched.

That was him all this time?

“Do you remember me now?” He trilled, elated at the sight of realization washing over your face. You nodded, not daring to meet his gaze as your eyes were trained on the half empty bottle of wine sitting on the bedside table.

“Why aren’t you looking at me?” He hummed, a vascular hand shifting to take hold of the base of your throat, a soft squeeze was given, clearly meant as a threat. “You know, I don’t appreciate being ignored Y/N.” Sanzu seethed, taking the time to enunciate each and every word. You didn’t respond; the bottle continued to hold your attention.

Was it worth it? Would it work?

“Answ—” he growled, but was violently cut off as you surged forward, took hold of the bottle, turned, and brought it down on his skull with all the strength you could muster. He stumbled away from the bed until his back hit the wall, hands cradling his head. Red poured from his left temple, a watery mixture of blood and wine. A dark chuckle cut through the cold pregnant silence and you could just make out a sinister grin forming behind his curtain of pink hair. 

“Fiesty aren't you doll?” he slurred — from the drugs or blow you weren't sure. His voice stirred you back into action, prompting you to throw yourself off the bed and towards the door on the opposite side of the room.

You hissed as the broken glass from the wine bottle bore into your bare feet, but persevered on shaky legs and propelled yourself forward. Erratic heartbeat wailed in your ears again, limbs shaking from the adrenaline as you grabbed the door knob. But it didn’t budge, not even when you pulled with all of your weight.

A scream ripped from your lips as you were roughly seized by your hair and thrown to the ground. The impact stole the air from your lungs, leaving you gasping and reeling in the aftermath.

He stood over you, still as a statue, head angled down to fully face you. Despite the curtain of hair hanging around his face, his dilated crystal gaze pierced right through you. Unblinking and unwavering, he stared and stared and stared, a small grin finding homage on his lips.

The blood from his head wound oozed down the side of his face and dripped from his chin directly onto the skin of your cheek. You flinched, the tiny impact encouraging you back into action. As quickly as you could you swept your legs towards his feet — hoping to knock him off balance. But he was faster. With monstrous strength his booted foot came down on your left ankle, damn sure shattering it, all the while never breaking eye contact with you. You screamed so violently spit bubbles at your lips. The ringing was even louder now, but it didn’t prevent you from hearing what Bonten’s second in command said next.

“I’d of had no reason to punish you if you had just been obedient.” His eyes remained wide and soulless, not a single spark of empathy within them, only cerulean cruelty. “Does it hurt?” he hummed as another drop of blood fell to your face. The sensation not even registered past the visceral agony overwhelming your nerve endings. This was hell. 

He crouched down to your level as you folded yourself into a fetal position, a meager attempt at hiding from that hellish gaze of his. “Oh sweet thing,” he hummed, a finger circling dangerously around the exposed wound on your thigh. “I can be quite the gentleman when met with respect and obedience. These sorts of ... punishments won’t happen as long as you’re a good girl — my good girl.” A cold hand gently smoothed away the hair sticking to your sweat covered forehead. “Are you going to be good for me Y/N?” he drawled. 

Your throat burned, but you still offered the man a slow nod. His taught muscles relaxed as his guard dropped. “Good,” he stated flatly “You’ll be making up for your little stunt now princess.” Those primal fight or flight instincts sparked once more as you screwed your eyes shut, fully expecting another brutal strike from your captor. 

But it never came, instead, the sound of a belt being undone greeted you. He reached out and gathered your hands in one of his own, the other wrapping the cool leather around your wrists. Realization hit you as the man gathered your trembling form in his arms. “It’s useless to struggle, I always get what I want, so don’t fight me —you’ll only make it worse for yourself.” A hollowness opened up in your gut as you recognized the hidden intentions within his words. He was going to own you, body, mind, and soul. 

He laid you on your stomach, constricted hands pinned between the bed and your chest. The ripped fabric of your destroyed work pants were gently pulled away from your body, the man exhibiting a surprising amount of care to not touch the still pulsing brand. 

A small cry bubbled in your throat, tears welling your eyes “Please... I won’t fight anymore. I promise I’ll be good — I promise. J-Just please don’t do this. Please. ” You begged pathetically, to which he simply laughed. 

“You’re so pretty when you cry, you know that?” He leaned down and collected a few of the crystalline orbs on his fingertips, then proceeded to pop it into his mouth, humming softly at the taste. “I’ll be as gentle as I can.” Sanzu stated dismissively and moved to straddle your legs, strong hands easily ripping apart your underwear. 

“I will admit, that little stunt you pulled kinda turned me on.”  Ecstasy manifested in the form of Sanzu’s cock straining against his slacks. “Even so, I can’t let you go unpunished.” The sound of a zipper coming undone reached your ears, only further cementing that your fate was completely within the hands of Sanzu Haruichyo — debatably the worst possible outcome.

The male reached up to collect some of the blood still weeping from the wound you had inflicted. “I’m usually a pretty big fan of foreplay,” he began, his free hand moving to grip your ass cheek, revealing your puckered hole. “but sadly, that’s not something you've earned quite yet.” You groaned as he spread his own blood around the rim, writhing in protest beneath him. He pulled away with a growl and brought down a heavy hand on your ass cheek — the impact forcing a muffled screech from your lips. “Good girls stay still and take what they’re given.” He seethed and pulled down his slacks and underwear to free his cock. It’s fat head prodded your asshole, but he stilled and leaned down to whisper into your ear. “Are you a good girl Y/N?” You nodded in response, face still buried deep within the sheets. 

He tutted disapprovingly and pulled your visage from the bed using a fistful of your hair. “I want to hear you say it — out loud.” 

“I am. I promise I am. I’m your good girl, I am, I am.” you sobbed desperately, willing to anything to quell his cruelty. All your proclamation was met with was Sanzu entering you in a single deep thrust. The metallic taste of blood filled your mouth as you bit down on your lower lip, doing your best to stifle back a scream at the burning strech brought on by his cock. 

Maniacal giggles spilled from the man as he began a punishing tempo, giving you no time to adjust to his size. You spluttered a mantra of groans and pleas; a sense of utter helplessness settling over you as his thrusts rocked you back and forth on the bed. Wetness pooled around your face from your tears, the sensation providing a minuscule amount of comfort compared to the hell you had experienced and would continue to endure. 

Sanzu spat a mix of lustful praise and degradation as he used you to achieve his high — a different kind of high that no drug could ever provide him. This was the first time he had tasted you, and yet he was already completely and utterly addicted. You were his favorite drug and he'd be damned if he let anyone else experience this kind of ecstasy with you. 

“Mine. Mine. Mine.” he sputtered, hips stuttering as his rhythm faltered in the wake of his impending orgasm. He came deep within you, staking his claim firmly and with finality. 

And as he pulled away, leaving you alone in that small room limp on a cold bed you realized: this was it. You’d never be able to escape this man, and even if you did, there was nothing in this world that would ever rid you of the scars he had inflicted — both the physical and emotional. Nothing at all. You were his, body, mind, and soul. 

© Akashiharuchiyo 2021. All content is my own; do not repost, modify, copy, or claim.

[mochegato]

Even the Losers

Chapter 1

“You can do this Marinette,” Adrien whispered encouragingly, echoing the mantra she’d been whispering to herself for the past two days.  She could do this.  She could manage.  This was for Max.  She could handle it.  He couldn’t be here but she could.  She could be strong for him.  She gave Adrien a shaky smile and nodded.  “We just have to find him and we can leave,” he reminded her.

Marinette took a breath and let it out slowly. She’d dealt with far, far worse than a few judgmental, heartless asses who had no real interest in her.  But seas of artificial smiles had always unsettled her and currently she was surrounded with so much artificial sweetness she felt like she was walking through a kid’s cereal aisle.  That added onto her already existing anxiety had her ready to bolt at the slightest provocation.

She ran her hand over the skirt of her dress, letting the feeling of the fabric and the knowledge of all that had gone into it soothe her.  She was especially proud of her dress and the work that had gone into it.  It was a black so dark it almost appeared to draw in the light around it.  A mesh with strategically placed blood red decorations overlaid the dress, hugging her bodice until it reached her hips then dropped into a flowing skirt that ended just before it could pool on the ground.

She fought the urge to fiddle with the belt in her nervousness.  She couldn’t show weakness like that, not here.  She looked up at Adrien again in search of an anchor to reality.  She took in his expression and had to stifle the laugh that resulted.  He had his own artificially sweet smile on but his eyes quite clearly begged for a quick death.  He glanced down to her and nudged her discreetly, his artificial smile becoming wide and real.  “Shhhh,” he hushed her under his breath.  “We’re trying not to attract attention to ourselves, remember?  We’re ghosts.”  He looked around to make sure nobody was looking at them.

Marinette immediately quieted, her face becoming somber. She did remember.  In and out.  That was the goal.  Her goal. Knock the man on his ass with Max’s accomplishments, then never see him, or anyone else in this room, other than Adrien of course, ever again.  They were supposed to be like ghosts.  There but not.  Her eyes scanned the room looking for their target.

Adrien’s eyes immediately softened and filled with regret.  “Shit, Mari. I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to…”

“No,” she looked up at him with an artificial smile of her own.  “I know. It’s fine.  It’s not your fault.”  She scanned the crowd again, cursing her height, as she had many times in her life.  Even with the six inch, death defying heels, she still barely reached Adrien’s eyes, let alone give her any kind of advantage to see the crowd.  She needed some kind of vantage point but unfortunately, the only high point in the ballroom was the stage, which she couldn’t utilize if she was going to follow her Ghost policy.  “We might have more success if we split up.  Let me know if you find him.”

Adrien squeezed her arm quickly before nodding. “Good luck.”

Marinette shot him a genuine smile.  “You too.  May the Luck be with you.”

Adrien laughed and shook his head.  “I never should have forced you to watch that movie.”

Marinette grinned back.  “You never should have forced me to watch the prequels.  The original ones were just fine.”  Adrien narrowed his eyes at her but let it drop in favor of disappearing in the crowd to find their target.

Marinette followed him with her eyes until she couldn’t see him anymore then took a deep breath to brace herself.  Her eyes immediately started darting around and her fingers started dancing.  She needed something to occupy them or she was going to start attracting unwanted attention.

She noted a bar close by and made a beeline for it. She waited politely for the bartender to notice her, her fingers tapping anxiously against the bar while she waited. She froze when she heard a gruff voice next to her.  “Did you sneak in here?”

She turned to the voice and blinked a few times. “Excuse me?”

“You’re anxious and jittery.  Afraid you’re going to get kicked out?” the man elaborated.

Marinette studied him for a moment trying to figure out why he looked so familiar.  “No,” she started slowly, trying to give her brain a chance to answer the puzzle. “Just not a fan of events like this.”

The man scoffed and nodded in understanding. “Cheers.”  He raised his glass for her to clink his but she held out her hands with a sheepish look, showing she didn’t have a drink yet.  “Well, that’s a crime.  Nobody should have to endure one of these without a drink.”  He motioned to the bartender and got an immediate response. “Another for me and a…” he motioned to Marinette to give her order.

“Oh, champagne, please,” she finished with a smile for the bartender.  That’s what was socially acceptable at events like this, right?  Champagne.

The bartender looked to the man for confirmation. The man nodded.  “And a champagne for the woman.”  Marinette scowled at the bartender causing the man to laugh. “He’s just worried that you’re underage. You look awfully young.  You’re not, right?”

Marinette’s glare softened in realization.  “Oh, that makes sense.  No, I’m not.  I forgot the legal age here is higher than in France.”

He nodded and looked at her critically for a moment before offering his hand.  “Jason.”

Marinette immediately reached out for his hand and answered with her name before her brain registered the name he’d given. Jason.  Jason Todd.  Bruce Wayne’s son.  She pulled her hand back quickly as the realization hit her and focused on leveling her breathing.  She grabbed the champagne glass more violently than necessary when the bartender set it down in front of her and immediately downed the entire glass, only coughing a bit as the bubbles tickled her throat.  Overall, champagne was not the best drink to chug.  “Another, please,” she croaked out.

“You know, there are better drinks for that, if that’s what you want to do,” Jason grinned, laughing at her.

“Wasn’t the plan until it was and then that’s all I had,” she croaked out, her voice still hoarse from the bubbles.  She kept her eyes focused on her empty glass as she spoke, almost afraid to make eye contact with him as if just seeing her eyes would be enough to blow her cover.

Jason chuckled and nodded in understanding. “Don’t suppose you’d care to dance?”

Marinette whipped her head to him and stared incredulously, forgetting her previous reservations.  She only moved again when the bartender set the new drink down in front of her.  “Um… no… thank you.  That doesn’t seem… I don’t think my date would be comfortable with that.  Good luck getting drunk enough to handle tonight though.”  She gave him a weak smile and raised her glass to him before moving into the fray again, now armed with a socially acceptable fidget toy.

It took five minutes of avoiding wandering hands and leering looks but with a little luck and some prodding from the goddess hiding in the folds of her skirt, she was finally able to stumble on M. Lucius Fox, Director of Research and Development for Wayne Enterprises.  He was in a conversation he was not remotely interested in with some vapid business exec who was just as interested in M. Fox.  Not that M. Fox’s disinterest was clear.  He was very polite and good at covering his boredom, much more so than his conversation partner, but she’d been at enough stuffy, snobby parties with Adrien, Felix, and Chloe to know the signs.

She took another breath and squared her shoulders, going into Ladybug Mode; calm and confident, completely assured of herself. She was on a mission.  She had a goal and a plan to accomplish it, and once she had a plan, she had a direction and purpose, and with those, her insecurities fell away.  With M. Fox in her sights, she could see the pieces and the way they fit together. There were no more doubts.  She set her glass on a passing waiter’s tray and made her way over to M. Fox.

“The elusive M. Fox.  It is a pleasure to meet you,” Marinette purred, coming up next to him with a charming, real smile.

“I didn’t realize I was hiding,” Lucius responded with a polite smile of his own.

“Must just come naturally.  Foxes are known to be crafty.”  Marinette looked around them and motioned toward the dancefloor. “Would you care to dance, M. Fox?”

He shook his head deferentially.  “Are you sure there aren’t other people here you’d rather dance with?”

Marinette smiled conspiratorially and leaned closer to him, making sure to keep a respectable distance.  She did NOT want to have her banter confused with flirting. That was not the strategy she had devised.  “That would defeat the purpose of coming here.  I came here specifically to speak with you.”

Lucius looked down at her analytically, trying to figure out what her angle was, but took her hand and followed her onto the dancefloor.  “And what did you want to speak about, Ms…?”

“Dupain Cheng.  Marinette Dupain Cheng.  It’s nice to meet you M. Fox.  I wanted to speak to you to sell my friend Max Kante.”

Lucius’ eyes widened almost imperceptibly as the music changed.  After a beat, he chuckled.  “I’m not in the market to buy anyone, but thank you.”  He settled his hands on her mid-back and hand for their dance.

Marinette chuckled good naturedly along with him. “Sell his talents, would be a better way to say it.”

“And where is Mr. Kante?” Lucius raised an eyebrow at her, curious why the young man didn’t bother to come himself.  “Why are you presenting his talents instead of him?”

“Finals.  Had the incredibly bad luck to have a Friday at noon final.  I mean at least it wasn’t at 19h, right?  Can you believe they have those?”  She scrunched up her nose in playful disgust.  “But still means he’s taking it right now.  And for his last final of his career.  I mean… probably.  Knowing him, he might get another PhD at some point.  My finals and presentation ended last week.  M. Wa…” she took a steadying breath and looked back up with a strained smile hoping he wouldn’t notice the stutter.  “M. Wayne even visited for it.  That’s when the idea for this came to me.  So while Max studied, I plotted.”

“So why me then and not Mr. Wayne?” Lucius asked with a curious interest.

Marinette froze for just a second.  Hardly enough for anyone to notice.  Her mind raced to calculate the appropriate response to that question, a satisfactorily casual yet intelligent response.  “M. Wayne isn’t in charge of research.  You are.  Not to mention, I highly doubt the CEO would be involved enough in the research and development projects to know what was going on.  You I take as a man who knows what is going on with all your ongoing projects.”

He nodded.  She wasn’t wrong, or normally wouldn’t be.  Mr. Wayne usually was not involved in any projects and with the exception of one particular project they were having issues with, he wouldn’t know the particulars.  “A very dangerous and elaborate plan.  Why didn’t you make an appointment with me?  Or just stop me on the street?” he prodded, hoping for her thought process.

Marinette laughed lightly.  “I don’t imagine I would have had a chance in Hell of making an appointment with you in your office.  I have no standing, no name, no significance that would have attracted any PA worth their salt’s attention.  I would have been pawned off onto a low ranking employee to handle, if I was handled at all.  And something like this needed to be taken to you.  

“As for running into you on the street, I can’t imagine you would have responded positively to getting accosted on the street. You seem more than capable of handling yourself with grace in the face of a pest.  I doubt I would have gotten more than a few words in.  At a gala however,” she grinned conspiratorially at him. “Societal convention.  Almost absolute certainty of at least one dance where I would have you one-on-one for a few minutes.  Hostage audience.  Figured I could use it to my advantage for once.”

Lucius smiled back at her ingenuity.  “There’s an application process he could have gone through,” he noted.  

Mari nodded and looked out to the crowd, scanning it.  “Right, applying to M. Fedor Rabler,” she said distractedly.  “He did that.”

Lucius nodded in understanding.  Their application process was tough.  Lots of amazing candidates didn’t get through. He had to respect her devotion to her friend, to risk coming here and potentially making an enemy of Wayne Enterprises if he’d been that sort of man.  His eyes turned sympathetic.  “I’m sorry he was passed over.”

“You know, I’ve noticed Elspeth Cole puts forth a lot of inventions and extremely varied ones at that,” she continued as though she hadn’t heard his consolation.  “Most inventors, you can see their process, you can see how they got from one invention to the next, but hers… they’re so varied.  It’s almost like they’re coming from completely different people.”  Lucius watched her carefully, waiting to see where she was going with this.  “That’s them, isn’t it?  Dancing together.  Awfully close for purely colleagues.”

Lucius followed her sight line to Ms. Cole and Mr. Rabler dancing extremely closely.  Not obscenely, but perhaps a bit closer than was normally acceptable at a society event such as this one.  “It’s hardly incriminating that two people with expertise in electrical engineering would get together,” he said slowly.

“Max is amazing.  Brilliant,” Marinette said, seemingly not noticing her non-sequitur. “He created an AI that helped the Parisian superheroes locate and defeat our supervillain at only 14.”  Lucius’ brow rose.  That was certainly promising.  He wondered what would have caused them not to take such an applicant.  Surely there was some sort of embellishment there, but as he studied her, she seemed entirely genuine.  

“He’s being scouted by several high profile companies including Lexcorp and Palmer Technologies.”  She turned her attention back to Lucius, a curious pout on her lips. “But not Wayne Enterprises.”  She looked away with clearly forced casualness. “Lexcorp and Palmer, they’re offering pretty impressive packages.  Not as good as he deserves in my opinion, but I may be a bit biased.  Wayne Enterprises however… nothing.  Not even an offer.

“Now, I don’t really have a dog in the fight… other than wanting my friend to be safe and treated with the respect he deserves. But Palmer Technologies gets blown up by a villain or its inventors kidnapped far too frequently for me to be comfortable with my friend working there.  And Lexcorp…”  She looked down as if in thought before looking back at him again with a determined look in her eye.

“You know, I get a feeling sometimes.  I can’t really explain it, just get a feeling about people or things.  I’ve found it’s best for me and the people around me if I listen to that feeling and that feeling tells me Lex Luthor is the last person who should be trusted with a brain as brilliant as Max’s.”  She looked back over to Mr. Rabler and Ms. Cole.  “That same feeling told me Max shouldn’t trust the application process for Wayne Enterprises.”  

She looked back at Lucius with an apologetic smile. “No offense.  So, I convinced Max to make a small part of his submission just a little off.  Just a bit. Enough that even an expert could miss it, but if it’s wrong the project could never work.  It took a lot of convincing to get him to do it.  He refused to believe he had anything to worry about in Wayne Enterprises with its stellar reputation.”  She scrunched up her face in annoyance.  “But that feeling, you know?  I couldn’t get over it.  After a lot of work, I convinced him there was no harm.  After all, if he was hired he could fix it.  If he wasn’t… well, you shouldn’t be using what he presented anyway, right? No harm, no foul as you Americans say.”

“No,” Lucius agreed.  “That would be theft and completely against WE policy and standards.  In fact, we should not be asking applicants to submit anything like that in the first place.”

Marinette smiled and nodded approvingly.  “I’ve heard rumblings, or rather Max has, of WE getting into transmutation of materials.  Just can’t get that algorithm right though, can you?  Algorithms are hard.  Just a little off and nothing works.”

He stared at her.  That was a secret project.  Other departments in Wayne Enterprises didn’t even know about it.  “I can’t comment on ongoing projects.”  

“I never did show you what Max is capable of, did I?”  She gave him a bright smile and reached down to press a disguised button on her belt. Lucius tensed and cursed himself for exposing himself to whatever she was about to do.  A wave of emerald green washed over the front of her bodice as the blood red decorated mesh overlay turned into a brilliant emerald green that reflected the lights now rather than absorbing it.

Lucius’ eyes widened in surprise, a feat very few had been able to draw out of him.  “He designed the fabric?” he whispered out.  He reached out tentatively to touch the fabric at her shoulder.

Marinette grinned brilliantly at his reaction.  It was no less than Max deserved.  He’d worked incredibly hard on it.  “He did,” she nodded in confirmation, “and the software that controls it.  The whole dress can change but we’re kind of surrounded here and I didn’t want to attract too much attention.”  She let him touch it for a moment before pushing the button again to turn it back into the black, then allowing him to feel the mesh to confirm it was the same fabric.  “He has ideas for changing the texture as well, but limited resources you know? Something I’d hope wouldn’t be an issue at WE.”

“How does it work?”  His eyes were still focused on the fabric at her shoulder. He took a quick look at the rest of the bodice, but quickly snapped his eyes back to her shoulder.  The neckline was conservative, but it was still rather unbecoming to stare at the young woman’s chest.

Marinette laughed.  “You’ll have to ask Max that.  I just designed the dress.  I don’t really understand the mechanics behind it, but he does.  I doubt Ms. Cole can say the same.”

Lucius stared in awe at her shoulder before looking back up to her eyes and nodding in understanding.  “Interesting.  I’ll take that under advisement.  Maybe we should be scouting you as well.”

Mari laughed.  “No, thank you.  I’m not an inventor.  I’m a designer.  But I appreciate the interest.”

Lucius nodded and led her off the dancefloor with the end of the song.  “Inventor or not, we can always use someone with intuition, intelligence, and ingenuity like you’ve demonstrated.”  

Marinette gave him a brilliant, somewhat familiar smile. “That’s very flattering.  Thank you, M. Fox.  But tonight is about Max.  I have my own, separate plans for my future.”

Lucius nodded in understanding.  “Our loss,” he answered sincerely.  “If you ever need any help or advice, please feel free to call me.  I’m sure Mr. Kante will have it soon enough and can pass it onto you.”  He looked back down to her shoulder again.  “If I may…”  He motioned toward her shoulder.  

Marinette laughed.  “Of course.  I understand how truly impressive it is.  It’s been incredibly inspirational, thinking of the options.”

“And what did your intuition tell you about tonight?” He looked up to meet her eyes, curious about her answer.

Marinette’s face went slack for a moment before she pasted on a bittersweet smile.  “That it would be costly but worth it.”

Lucius quirked his head to the side.  “In what way?”

Marinette shook her head absently and took a sudden interest in M. Fox’s tie.  “I’m not sure yet.”

Mr. Fox’s eyes softened.  “Would he be available to meet on Monday?”

Marinette grin and snapped her eyes up to him. Mission success!  Max was going to get his interview!  “He can be.”

“I’d actually like to speak with both of you, if you don’t mind.  In my office at 10 Monday?” he offered.  

Marinette faltered.  “In Wayne Enterprises?”

Lucius chuckled.  “Naturally.”

Marinette swallowed heavily.  “Why don’t we meet somewhere else?  Early morning coffee perhaps?” she offered instead with an artificial smile.  “Here’s my card.  Have someone give me a call or text and I can arrange it.  He’s scheduled to fly in tomorrow morning.  He was supposed to meet with Lexcorp Monday morning, but he’ll be at coffee to meet you instead.”

Lucius smiled back at her as he slipped her card into his pocket.  “I greatly appreciate your candor and support Ms. Dupain Cheng.”  He took her hand in both of his to shake it.  “I cannot tell you how good it was to meet you.  And if you ever get one of those feelings about me or Wayne Enterprises, let me know, okay?”

“Lucius.”

Lucius froze at the cold voice, not accustomed to that tone of voice directed at him.  He looked over curiously and missed Marinette freezing before pushing another button on her belt.

Chapter 2

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[metalbuckaroo]

Mafia Bucky and prompts “seeing you between my legs is so hot” and “I may have left some marks”

Mafia!Bucky can have my heart if he wants it

Warnings: a slight, teeny tiny mention of violence, smut, cursing, oral (m receiving) minors dni

Bucky had been working on his temper. Though, he never did have a short fuse and was usually able to stay level headed. He wanted to be better and the man who was holding a hand over his bleeding nose and mouth in the middle of Bucky's office, took him three steps back.

He let out an aggravated groan, grabbing a cloth from the drawer of his desk to wipe his right hand clean. "Deal with that." Bucky ordered to one of his men.

He slipped his suit jacket off and dropped it on the blood stain that tainted the grey carpet. You'd be there any moment and he didn't have time to deal with it.

Just as he sat in his desk chair, the doorknob turned. "Hey, babydoll." He said with a soft smile that melted your heart. "Everything okay in here?" You asked, glancing down at the suit jacket on the floor as you made your way to him.

"Is now, c'mere." Bucky tugged you onto his lap, thick, contrasting arms of metal and flesh circling your waist as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. "How was your day?" You asked, letting your hand rest on the back of his neck.

He started muttering about the man and what had happened. How he tried but as soon as the man saw your picture on the corner of Bucky's desk he made the wrong comment that made Bucky feel like the man was objectifying you.

It was his favorite picture from a beach trip a few months before, so he hated to have to move it. Captured perfectly of you with a gleaming smile plastered on your face, wearing a sundress that ended up torn on the floor of the hotel room hours later.

"You need to relax, Buck." You sighed, feeling his lips brush the side of your neck. "I am relaxed." He grumbled like a child.

Shifting around you fiddled with the buttons of his shirt. "Want me to help?" You asked, popping the first one open as he lifted his head to rest against the back of the chair. "Do you even need to ask?"

You gave him a smile and moved to stand on your knees between his parted thighs, Bucky watching you with dark, lust filled eyes as you kissed the exposed skin with each button that was undone.

Letting his nimble fingers undo his belt and fastening to his pants, you gently massaged the tops of his toned thighs as his hand dipped under his waistband; wetting your lips when he pulled his throbbing erection from the constricting fabric.

Bucky let out a low groan when you flicked you tongue over his leaking tip, already becoming putty in your hands from the simple action. "Seeing you between my legs is so hot." He huffed, a gravely moan pulling itself from his throat as you took his swollen head into your mouth.

"More, take more, sweet girl." Bucky moaned, bucking his hips into the welcoming warmth.

Bracing yourself with your hands on his thighs, you position yourself so you can take him further; swallowing him to the base. "God, I don't know how you fit me in that pretty little mouth. But it feels fucking amazing." He purred, metal hand tangling in the back of your hair.

You hummed around him, earning another thrust of his hips and pleasured sigh before you were being pulled off of him. "I wasn't-" A soft yelp cut you off from the sudden movement of being lifted onto his desk.

"Love stuffing your mouth, but I wanna fill you up, babygirl." Bucky said, hands palming up the sides of your skirt to pull your underwear off in a haste.

He slotted himself between your legs, hands wrapping around your calves to pull you closer to the edge of the desk; his lips engulfing yours in a messy, lust filled kiss as he buried inside you.

Your breath caught in your throat at the sudden intrusion, not having much time to adjust to his thickness when his hips rolled into yours at an erratic pace.

"Bucky-" You whimpered, arms hooking under his to hold his shoulder blades, nuzzling your face into his neck to muffle the moans and whines he caused.

Bucky did the opposite, letting the vulgar sounds fill the air freely as he bit and sucked marks into your neck, angling his hips up to fuck into the rough patch in the back of your pussy. "No one can hear, babydoll. Be as loud as you want."

The gravely moan that rumbled from his chest was nearly pornographic when your clenched around him, hips stuttering for a moment before he found his rhythm again; grip on your waist tightening. "Make a mess on my cock, sweetheart." He panted, nudging your jaw with his nose as you bit your bottom lip harshly.

Bucky slipped his hand to your clit, pressing sloppy circles to match the ruthless pace that made your head spin. "Louder, baby. C'mon, I need it." He nearly whined, needing every sound and reaction he could get to replace the thought of another man thinking of you.

Your jaw went slack, moans and pants spilling out as you release around him.

Bucky was nearing his own high, gripping onto your thighs with a force that would surely bruise; the swirling in his stomach growing stronger from the whines you made before his head snapped to the opening door.

His hips still against yours, a cold glare being sent to someone behind you. "Can I fucking help you?" Bucky sneered, your eyes blinking open as your breathing started to slow.

The man quickly averted his gaze from the vulgar scene unfolding on Bucky's desk and cleared his throat. "I figured- you- you usually lock the door. There's some urgent business." He stuttered out, trying to keep his eyes on the carpet and not how you were clinging to the front of Bucky.

"More urgent than what I'm doing right now?" Bucky snarked, biting back a groan at how your walls fluttered around him when he shifted slightly. "Of course not, sir."

"Then get the hell out, I'm busy." The man quickly nodded and rushed out of the door.

You looked at Bucky through your eyelashes, the hard look on his face softening when his eyes flicked back to you. "Where was I, sweet girl?" He hummed, nipping your bottom lip. "Lay back."

Nodding, you leaned back on your elbows, throwing your head back in a moan when he returned to his rough, steady pace.

His hands pressed flat against the wood of the desk, trying to pull another orgasm from you before bringing on his own.

You could feel the pressure building again, higher and higher with each punishing snap of his hips. "Please, Bucky, so close." You all but sobbed. "I know, sugar. Cum again for me."

He groped at your chest, hips stuttering and thrusts growing sloppy when you did, your thighs quivering against his sides.

A choked grunt tore from Bucky's throat, spilling into your velvety walls.

A satisfied smirk graced his face when he noticed the blossoming hickies on the side of your neck, both of your chests heaving and skin coated in a thin layer of sweat. "I may have left some marks."