#if there's a skirt with pockets bigger than my legs i will wear it'

[moonmoonthecrabking]

mischa bachinski wears cargo pants And He Pulls Them Off

[browneyedgirly93]

Like An Autumn Breeze (Part Two)

(Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three)

Summary: You are the youngest Archeron sister only 16 years old when you are shoved into the cauldron along with your two eldest sisters. You quickly learn that you are mated to the heir of The Autumn Court. 

Eris x Reader

Warnings: None. Word Count: 2029

A/N: Part 2 is here! I hope you all enjoy it <3 I included pictures of what the dress I incision Y/N wearing to the Court of Nightmares!

Dress Front Dress Back

Part Two

I stood in silence looking in the mirror one last time I stared at someone I didn’t recognize, I was wearing a floor-length gossamer dress the colour of red wine. It was so unlike anything I had ever worn before, with a plunging neckline and two slits that exposed my legs. My back was exposed, with just the smallest of straps tied keeping the whole thing on. I wore matching red lipstick and kohl-lined my blue-grey eyes making them look even bigger than normal. My hair was in a half up half down style, and the top was braided into a coronet that held a small tiara that Rhysand had suggested I wear it was gold with tiny rubies the colour of my dress shimmered in the faelight. The unbound section of my hair was set in loose waves that flowed down my back. I was beautiful, and I knew it. With one last glace at my reflection, I took a deep breath and walked out of my room.

Taking a deep breath and stepping into the main room of the House of Wind where everyone was waiting, silence fell over everyone as they looked at me. Cassian was the first to acknowledge me by letting out a wolf whistle causing me to blush. “Don’t you clean up nice” he said with a wink. My face heated with a blush. 

“Thank you” I smiled at him as everyone else nodded in agreement.

“You look beautiful baby sister” Feyre smiled walked over to me and taking my hand, Mor was trailing behind her.

“Where did you get that dress Y/N?” her eyes wide while running her hands along the fabric of the skirts.

“I have no idea, Rhys gave it to me” I said looking from Mor to Rhys.

“Why must you keep all the beautiful dresses hidden from me” she pouted while crossing her arms over her chest and swinging to look at her cousin. 

“I’ll never tell” he smirked while picking a piece of lint off his jacket. The room erupted in laughter as the High Lord beamed with pride at making everyone laugh. “Shall we get this over with?” he asked once the laughter had died down and the entire atmosphere shifted in the room. Everyone partnered up as we all began to winnow to the Court of Nightmares.

I was standing near the throne with Azriel beside me, taking a large sip of my wine and letting my eyes wander around the room. The doors to the throne room were pushed open and my gaze landed on the most beautiful red-headed male I had ever seen. Confidence radiated off him and he strode into the room, hands in my pockets. He was tall, lean and extremely well-dressed. He wore a deep green jacket with gold detailing, a simple cream-coloured shirt underneath and pressed black pants tucked into knee-high brown leather riding boots. My gaze drifted to his face causing my breath to hitch while I took in his strong jaw, sharp straight nose, and high cheekbones that were peppered with freckles. Daring a glance at his pink lips causing me to wonder just how soft they’d feel pressed against my own. Finally, my gaze landed on his beautiful amber eyes, making eye contact I felt familiar warmth blooming in my chest absent-mindedly placing my hand against my chest I felt another tug. 

Eris’ POV

Walking through the nightmarish halls of Hewn City I was heading to the throne room, Rhysand had requested my presence to discuss our alliance in the oncoming war against Hybern. I was informed I would have the company of Feyre’s youngest sister Y/N for the night. I was experiencing the weirdest sensation tonight, fearing I might be falling ill I wondered if I should have stayed home instead. Shaking the thoughts away, I approached the large black doors to the throne room. Taking a deep breath, and letting the mask slip into place I pushed through the doors. The party was already in full swing as my eyes drifted around the room landing on the most beautiful female I had ever seen, I felt a tug in my chest. “Mate. Mate. Mate.” the word danced around in my brain, and my heart began racing as I watched her. She was so beautiful and tiny and she looked so innocent. Her wide blue-grey eyes locked onto mine and I felt the bond snap into place and I let myself smile, a real smile for once.

Hello Little One I purred down the bond that had just formed.

Hi she squeaked back at me, I couldn’t help myself as I began striding towards her when I noticed Rhysand beckoning me to the throne.

“Eris, welcome” he said. “There is someone I would like to introduce you to.” He extended his hand in the direction of my mate. Taking a single step towards us she smiled at me. “Eris meet Y/N, Y/N meet Eris.”

“Hello beautiful” I purred at her outstretching my hand for her. She placed it gingerly into mine as I delicately bowed my head to place a gentle kiss on it.

“Hello Eris” she fluttered her eyelashes at me. My heart squeezed at the sound of my name on her lips I couldn’t help but smile at her.

“Would you like to dance?” I asked and she nodded taking a step towards me, I led her towards the dance floor. Placing my hand on her hip and pulling her close to me. “Hello little mate” I whispered in her ear.

You’re my mate I felt confusion and curiosity laced in the statement she sent down the bond. I began tracing circles on her hip with my fingers as we danced, she was a wonderful dancer. 

“Shall we go somewhere quiet to talk?” I asked her after a few more dances. She nodded gazing up at me with such intrigue. Grabbing her hand I lead her through the doors and out into the hallway.

Y/N’s POV

We hurried through the dark hallways of The Court Of Nightmares and found ourselves standing outside, the air was cool on my skin. I looked towards Eris and our eyes met again.

“Hi” I said, it was the only word I could think of to say. 

“You keep saying that” he teased while placing a hand on my waist and looking down at me. His amber eyes locked onto mine we stood in silence staring at each other, his hand was moving in small circles on my hip. His gaze drifted to my lips and then back to my eyes as if asking permission. I could feel my cheeks flushing even more, as my heart began thudding in my chest. “Are you okay?” he asks sensing my panic. 

“I’ve never kissed anyone before” I blurted out smacking my hands up to my face and turning away from him to hide my embarrassment. 

“Y/N” his voice soothed as he began gently prying my hands off my face. “We can take this as slow as you need to, I will not do anything you are not comfortable with.” 

“Th… thank you” I shakily whispered, looking back at him. 

“Why don’t you tell me about yourself?” he suggested taking my hand in his and leading me along a path.

“Uhh, what do you want to know?” I furrowed my brow not knowing what to say.

“Tell me about your life before Prythian?” 

“Not much to tell, I’m the youngest of four. My father was known as the Prince of Merchants and we were very wealthy and happy. When I was six my mother died, and that’s when everything started to fall apart. A year later he took a risk with all of our money and it ended badly. He was attacked by debt collectors and was never the same after that, he turned into a shell of a man.” I spoke quickly, he squeezed my hand encouraging me to continue. “I was lucky enough to have Feyre though, she took it upon herself to start hunting when we had no food left. I took on the responsibility of cooking whatever she could bring home while Nesta and Elain wallowed over the life we once had. Everything was as good as it could be until the day Tamlin showed up.”

“I’m sorry,” he said and I shrugged not knowing what to say next. After a few moments of silence, he asked “What were your interests?” 

“I enjoyed cooking and always wanted to learn more about baking.” 

“I’m quite the baker myself, my mother and I used to bake together when I was younger. I can teach you”

“Really? You don’t strike me as a baker” I laughed.

“I’m a male of many talents Little One” he smirked down at me. “Tell me more.”

“I love animals, when I was younger I used to chase stray cats and dogs around trying to pet them. I always wanted to bring them home and feed them but my sisters always got mad at me saying we couldn’t afford another mouth to feed.”

“I have 12 dogs” he said proudly.

“12?!” I shouted as my steps slowed, clamping my hands over my mouth to quiet myself. He laughed.

“Yes 12, they are ghost hounds and they are all going to love you.”

“I can’t wait to meet them” We stood together my back pressed to his chest while his arms were wrapped around me holding me close and staring out at the sky before us. We continued chatting about our lives and getting to know each other, it was so easy to talk to him. It felt like I had known him forever.

“Eris?” I murmured spinning around in his arms he hummed in response. “What are we going to do?”

“What do you mean Little One?” I blushed at the nickname.

“We’re mates and we live in different courts.” I said sadly, looking down at the ground. His fingers gently lifted my chin up so I was looking at him.

“We will figure this out Y/N, one day you will live with me in the Autumn Court. As long as that’s what you want” he watched me silently, I don’t think he was even breathing.

“I would love to, Autumn was always my favourite season” I beamed up at him, and he smiled back at me. I couldn’t help but stare at his lips the lovely pink tone contrasted with his creamy white skin, they looked so soft taking a shaky breath and looking up at his eyes I sent the words he’d been waiting to hear all night through the bond.

Kiss me, please

His eyes widen in shock for a split second and with a simple nod, he brought his hand up to my cheek gently running his thumb down my jaw towards my chin. Lifting it ever so slightly as he slowly leaned down he placed his lips to mine. My eyes fluttered shut as I felt how soft and warm his lips were, he pulled me closer to him deepening the kiss. I could feel how much he was enjoying this kiss against my stomach. I gasped in shock and felt his smirk against my lips. We pulled away from each other panting, I watched him with lust-filled eyes as he seemed to stiffen and his composer changed.

“Get your hands off of her!” Azriel’s voice bellowed from behind me, spinning around I was expecting to see my friend Azriel but was met with The Shadowsinger, Spymaster of the Night Court. 

“Azriel” I gasped, taking a step away from Eris. Azriel didn’t say anything and I could tell he was having a silent conversation with Rhysand. 

“Rhysand and Feyre would like you to have a discussion with both of you” he said looking at me, then cocking his head to the side and glaring at Eris. Taking massive steps he began stalking towards the entrance of the door back into Hewn City, his shadows gently pushing me to follow.

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7) Are you the "token" queer person in your family? Nope! My sister and niece are both queer, and by their own description both my mom and her mom are on the ace spectrum, though they didn't have the language to label themselves that way. My mom's cousin is gay too.

Putting the rest under a cut because my answers got long. 😅🙈

10) Something that gives you gender euphoria (whether you're cis or trans): All of my cute, colorful, silly skirts. All through my childhood and young adulthood I was told by all sorts of folks that I was "bad at being a girl." Which was okay, because a lot of the time I didn't really feel like a girl, although I couldn't say what I did feel like. I had some broomstick skirts that were long and flowy and so much fun to spin in. I loved the sensation of wearing them. I didn't love how people would say it made it even more obvious that I wasn't a good girl, or that I looked or 'felt' weird in them. So I just stopped wearing them for the most part. Then as I got older I tried wearing them to work on occasion, which was just as bad or maybe worse. I kept getting comments on how dressed up or pretty I looked, or how they weren't used to seeing me looking so girly, or questions about if I was trying to find myself a man now, because if so this was definitely going to help. So I stopped again. Then a random patron at work one day gave me a hard time about wearing a pastel purple polo shirt, how it wasn't a good color on me and made me look even bigger than I already am. This is after years of wearing nothing but polo shirts and khakis to work, or jeans and t-shirts on the weekends, being as bland as possible and hoping nobody paid any attention at all to what I was wearing. I got so angry and so offended and so fed up that I was like you know what? I am going to make my off the wall, probably questionable taste and fashion everybody else's problem and I am going to be happy. So I bought myself two maxi skirts in very bold designs: a desert landscape and some flying griffins. Then I decided to finally buy the Maya Kern skirt I'd always wanted, even though a midi skirt seemed too short because it might draw attention to my big calves, which happened a lot when I was younger, and got my legs groped by strangers more than once in my 20's. And every single time that I wear any of those skirts or the other ones I've bought similar to them, I'm so so happy. I can twirl around in my midi skirts and they flare out around me! I can put my hands in my pockets and swish my skirts around and I feel like a fancy dancer or something even though I'm an awful dancer and won't actually dance around at anyone. And everyone compliments what cute patterns they are, or how happy I look wearing them, but nobody really says anything about me being girly. I don't know. That was a lot of words but I still feel like I'm doing a lousy job of describing it. Some days I feel like a girl, but the skirts don't make me feel like more of a girl. Other days, more frequently, I feel like not a girl. I feel nebulous, or like nothing, so far as gender goes. And even though skirts register largely as feminine, and I'm sure they help a lot of people feel more feminine, they actually enhance my neutral gender feelings. Somehow.

11) Favorite (or just one you love) piece of LGBT media: Oh wow, there are so many! I'll start by saying that I have a huge soft spot for pretty much anything put out by Wolfe Video in the early to mid-2000s. I probably need to watch a bunch more of their recent stuff honestly. Anyways, Make the Yuletide Gay is a fluffy holiday favorite I watch almost every year. Were the World Mine is the gay movie I would have killed for in high school. Camp is the one I got as soon as I graduated from high school; it and But I'm a Cheerleader came into my life at just the right time and I'm forever grateful for them. On a similar note, Mercedes Lackey and Tanya Huff's books will always hold a place in my heart for being so matter of fact and lovely with their gay characters, which helped me tremendously as a tween and teen. More recently, Cat Sebastian's books have been game changers for me in the romance field. Her queer characters are so varied and have so many lovely little idiosyncrasies, and even the romances that you assume are straight aren't, because her characters are often by or because gender and attraction are a little more complicated than what you're used to.

12) Name some queer artists/bands or songs you like most: I'll be honest, I don't really listen to a ton of music. Once podcast became a thing I switched over to them by and large for when I have time to listen to stuff. But Placebo was one of the formative bands in my early life and they were queer. I didn't listen to a ton of Green Day, but American Idiot looped in my CD player nonstop, and boy howdy did the line "maybe I'm the faggot America" resonate with me and get me all pumped up. And t.A.T.u's "200 km/hr in the Wrong Lane" was my entire experience for a year in high school.

34) What are you needing most right now (what would make your life easier or more fulfilling in regards to existing as queer)? It would be so nice if people would stop using so much gendered language and phrases about me or in reference to me. I don't mind she / her pronouns, but being called Miss or ma'am or lady skeeves me out a lot of the time. It doesn't bother me at all coming from some of my friends who aren't cisgender, because there's always an implied asterisk, so to speak, but from randos it's the actual worst even though I know they're probably just trying to be polite and don't think anything of it.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Fully Completely 5

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series), violence, mutual irritation, harassment, blood, cutting, general hatred

This is dark!Loki x reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Series Synopsis: There’s a new face in Birch and he’s come to haunt your door.

Sister series to Smalltown Bringdown, When the Weight Comes Down, and Little Bones

Note: Today, we have more Loki then tomorrow more Zemo and some Sam on Saturday. I might add in some Andy Barber after that but keep plucking away at this and Candy Coated. Anyway, I’ll see you in the comments and the asks.

Thanks to everyone for their patience and feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

Chapter 5: Hang me long out in the sun

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You sat against the wall, flinching every time you leaned too heavily on the radiator and burned your arm. You were certain Loki cranked the heat before he left as it was stolid and stifling in the large room. Sweat dripped down your body and mingled with the drying blood along your chest. You were uncomfortable but you didn’t want to get comfortable in this place.

You pulled on your wrist until your hand throbbed and the cuffs showed no sign of wear and the radiator didn’t budge. You stretched across the floor until you could reach the edge of the bookshelf and kicked until some books fell, hoping for some hidden pin or tool to pick the lock. There were only musty old books and dust.

You stood, tried to at least, bent over as you stretched your legs. You did awkward squats and extended your arms to your toes, one at least. You rolled your head on your neck so it cracked noisily and settled back against the wall. You were tired, exhausted, but too worked up to sleep.

It hit you all at once as the stench of smoke clung to your shirt and skin. Your shop was gone, your home, everything you worked for. It was another sick joke played on you by the town of Birch. 

Bucky was just another bully. He was like that boy in ninth grade who asked you to meet him at the park for a ‘date’ only to stand you up. You remembered the Monday after when he planted a stink bomb in your locker. The men around there were all the same. Everywhere if you were to judge by Loki.

You closed your eyes and thought of your dad. You thought he would’ve been proud to see everything you’d done; a shop of your own, a life where you didn’t have to worry. He said to you, through his dying lungs, that he knew you would be alright, that you could take care of yourself and Jerome. What about your brother then? Shouldn’t he take care of you too?

For the first time in a very long time, you wanted to cry. You kept your eyes shut to keep the tears locked in and slowly your mind eased. You sunk down as the warmth of the radiator embraced you, unbothered by the unyielding heat against your arm. You could hear yourself snore as you succumbed to your fatigue.

You were woken by the clatter of the door below. The old Victorian house echoed every noise and shuddered at every gale without. You lifted your head with a snort and sidled away from the radiator. Your arm was tender from the constant blaze of the radiator and you winced as you touched it. Fuck, it was burned.

You braced yourself as you listened to the slow ascent. You heard him behind the door and watched the knob turn. You sprawled out and slid a book closer with your foot. You got up and grabbed it quickly and stood in a hunch. You flung it at Loki as he entered but he quickly blocked the hardcover tome with the door.

He carefully peeked around the wood and stepped back in with a sigh. He shook his head as he crossed his arms and nodded as Korg appeared behind him. The bigger man placed the collection of shopping bags on the table and left with a dismissive sniff from his boss. The door closed and you were left to simmer alone with Loki.

“Such a warm welcome,” he strode to the table and tapped his fingertips on the wood, “and after I went to all the trouble of replacing your wardrobe. A pity all those wonderful pieces you had were lost.”

“I don’t want any of it,” you sneered, “leave me here, I don’t care.”

“Darling, while I find your resilience admirable it is also rather irksome,” he said, “and you will find that in the end, it will only make all this so much more difficult. You needn’t suffer anymore.”

“‘You needn’t suffer anymore,’” you mimicked him, “just listening to you talk is suffering.”

He turned his face down and clenched his jaw. He turned and reached into a bag. He pulled out a swath of black fabric that unfolded to an elegant dress with subtle black gems along the neckline like stars. You pushed your head back and stared at the ceiling.

“I can understand, a woman like you, men aren’t lining up to give you nice things,” he said, “I wouldn’t exactly call this giving, more… trading.”

“Oh, shut up,” you grumbled as you closed your eyes again, “you know, you woke me up so why don’t you keep it down?”

“I did have to guess at the sizes,” he ignored you brusquely, “but I’ve always had a keen eye.”

“You can shove your dresses and whatever else you wasted your money on up your--”

“Darling,” he interrupted, “I will not warn you again. That lip does provoke me.”

You jutted your jaw out and exhaled. You bent your legs and crossed your arms over your knees. You were too tired to argue with him. Hell, it only seemed to make you feel more helpless as you could not act on your anger. You hated that feeling. It remind you of that stupid teenage girl again; so gullible and weak.

“You cannot remain as you are,” he continued, “and I will not have a slobbish hick on my arm--”

“Jesus Christ, is your dick so small you can’t find another woman?” you hissed.

He was silent. You opened your eyes and hit your head on the wall as you were startled by how quick he moved. He pressed his knee to your chest and pinned you to the wall as he reached into his pocket and plucked out the silver key. He bent and unhooked the cuff from your wrist.

He caught your hand as you clawed at him and coughed as he pushed his knee harder against the cut between your tits. He tore you away from the wall suddenly and thrust you up to your feet. He twisted your arm behind you as he spun you and kicked your feet across the floor. You struggled with him but each time he bent your arm further up your back.

He pushed you onto the bed and straddled you as he angled you along the mattress. You flailed with your legs as he kept you trapped beneath his weight and released your arm. You reached out as he shifted above you and quickly snatched up your hands. He wrapped his long fingers around your wrists and snugly wound his tie in their place before he let go.

He backed off of you so that you laid across your stomach, your hands bound above your head to the bedpost. You rolled over as he marched away and returned just as quickly. He unfolded the razor with the mother-of-pearl handle and you dug your heels into the bed as you tried to free yourself from the silken tie.

He grabbed your leg and held it down. You brought your other knee up and he blocked it with his shoulder, “if you continue on like this, I might catch the artery.”

He held your leg down and pressed the edge of the blade to your thigh. You froze as he sliced into your skin and you grunted through your teeth. He traced a line down your leg and mirrored it on the other. He retreated and looked you over as you glanced down between your legs, the red lines dripping onto the blanket.

“What the fuck?” you yanked on the tie, “you’re fucking insane.”

“You haven’t any idea,” he held up the razor and admired the crimson along the silver, “but if you insist on this little dance, I should be inclined to go deeper.” He closed the razor and winked, “darling, you are looking rather rough,” he remarked, “but scars will not deter me.”

He spun and strode again to the bathroom. He returned and wiped his hands on a white towel and tossed it over the back of the chair. He sat and continued to sort through the bags.

“You think I’m afraid of you, you prick?” you snarled, “you think you’re going to win? When I get free, I’m going to take that blade and cut your dick--”

He stood and his hand formed a fist. He was atop you in a moment but before he could bring his hand to your throat, you bit down on the webbing between his thumb and index finger. He exclaimed and retracted his hand for just a second before he smacked you across the face. Your head snapped to the side and you held in a groan.

This time his hand stretched over your neck and he leaned over you. His hot breath whispered along your cheek and you shivered in disgust. 

“Oh, darling, this will be fun indeed,” he purred, “but I have no doubt that you will be prancing around in pretty little skirts for me before long,” he squeezed until you croaked, “you can even keep them on as I fuck you.”

“Go… to… hell,” you rasped.

He snickered and sat back on his heels with you straddled beneath him, “haven’t you realised? We’re already there.”

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You laid there for hours after Loki left you. Even though the mattress was preferable to the floor, you didn’t sleep. You stared at the ancient ceiling and cursed every inch of that place. 

Your thighs ached and that cut along your chest. Your arm was sore and raw each time it rubbed against your sleeve or the bed. You were more enraged than ever and you could hardly contain it and frustration had you kicking the mattress.

The windows were dark when he returned. He turned on the lamp beside you as the aroma of food tickled your stomach. You were desperately hungry but didn’t realise it until that moment. You salivated and gulped it down as he pulled up a chair and cradled the box in his lap.

“I’ve brought you dinner,” he said as he opened the cardboard container, “but… you have to use your manners, darling.”

“Get fucked,” you rolled onto your side so your back was to him.

“I can hear your stomach so let’s not pretend I believe you for a moment,” he taunted, “you will realise soon how weak you truly are.”

You didn’t say anything, nor did you move. You sneered at the wall as your arms strained above your head. He let out a long breath and then hummed in delight, “mmm, you know, this is not bad,” he commented, “your little diner has been the least disappointing aspect of this shithole.”

You gulped hungrily but refused to look back. He tapped his foot on the floor impatiently and sighed again.

“You would do yourself a favour if you did one for me,” he said, “say, if you accepted this generosity I might allow you another, perhaps a shower. Those cuts cannot remain unwashed.”

“Maybe you should’ve thought of that before you cut me,” you spat, “I don’t want anything from you and I definitely don’t want you. I’ll go live in the rubble, I don’t give a fuck.”

“You will,” he said as he stood and dragged the chair away, “but only you will pay for your stubbornness.”

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After another tussle, Loki relocated you once more to the radiator. He slept blissfully as you spent another restless night both sweating and shivering. When he woke, he offered you a bowl of instant oatmeal and you flipped it over. He tutted and went on with his day, leaving you again to stew in your wrath.

By the end of the day, your body rebelled with hunger and you accepted the bowl of soup he brought from The Chipped Saucer. You drank it from the paper cup but felt more rotten as it burned in your chest. He smirked as he watched you and you tossed the empty cup at him.

He scowled and you spent another night in cuffs. On the fourth day, he let you shower but kept you cuffed to the curtain bar for the ordeal. All modesty was gone as you were allowed only a plain white robe after and sat in the same spot, metal at your wrist, and wood at your back.

But you didn’t stop. You bit, you kicked, you hit, you swore, you screamed. A week passed and you wouldn’t accept it. You could see you were wearing on him and comforted yourself with the irritation in his sharp green eyes. You laughed at him outright and it stoked him further. He truly thought you’d never dealt with assholes before. You lived among them your whole life.

But that day when he came in, he was quiet though not sullen or angry. He was almost boasting as he still wore his new leather boots and dark parka. He tramped around and pulled out a mauve coloured dress, some satin and impractical undergarments, and a pair of heeled boots. He placed them calmly beside you but kept out of your reach.

He stepped back and shoved his hands in his pockets and grinned. You shook your head at him and scoffed. He waited as you simply yawned into your palm.

“Don’t you want to go see your brother?” he asked.

“He can rot with the rest of you,” you hissed.

“So heartless,” he slithered, “but I shall relay the message to him, as hard as it may be.”

“What the fuck are you on about?” you huffed.

“Well, darling, I don’t know if he should hear me or even if he could, that it would put him in a worse condition,” he mused.

“Worse condition?” you grimaced.

“Oh, I didn’t tell you, my apologies,” he preened, “why yes, it seems he did have an unfortunate incident. Some suspect it was an attempt on his own life but you know how gossip is in a town so small--”

“What--” you bit down on your lip, “is he… is he okay?”

“Why, he is rotting just as you wished, yes?” he asked coyly.

“Don’t be fucking stupid. Tell me he’s okay!” you tried to stand but were kept in a crouch by the cuffs.

“If you get dressed and behave, then you can see for yourself,” he said evenly, “or I will alone and hope that he survives his injuries… I wouldn’t expect the healthcare around here to be very adequate--”

“You fucking touch him--”

“What? You are wasting time, darling, and visiting hours will be over soon,” he warned.

You clenched your jaw and squinted at him. You swallowed your derision and blinked.

“Fine,” you said quietly, “I’ll… behave. Just take me to see him.”

“Good girl,” he came closer and knelt to grab your wrist, “but let me be clear, one misstep and you will never see him again. I should hate for him to die alone.”

“Just fucking undo me,” you snarled and his lips curved in triumph.

[kmclaude]

For the scum: Teifer taking Jehan to a very public outing with a remote vibrator and filming it for his camboy outfit.

"And for you, Miss?"

"Huh? Oh, er--"

"She'll have the French toast. And a mimosa."

The waiter left with their order, giving only half a second glance at the young girl sitting across from the older man.

"Y'know..." Jehan said quietly, fingers playing with the hem of the way too-short skirt he was in. "When you said we were getting brunch, I was kind of hoping I'd get to enjoy it."

Tiefer leaned back in his chair, one hand in the pocket of his slacks, fingers on a small controller no bigger than his carkeys. A heavy bag sat at his feet, a camcorder inside it, the lens sticking out and pointed upwards between Jehan's legs. "What, free food, fresh air -- and you ain't enjoying this?"

They were out on the patio of a small restaurant, a few other patrons scattered at various tables.

"I mean--fffu-mmph, asshole, you know what I mean!"

"Oh, what, don't like the get up?"

"It's not the outfit that's the problem, it's--"

"So you do like the dress I got you. Hm! And here you were bitchin' the whole car ride here. Parrain, I ain't a girl this and parrain, it's too short that and parrain, the lace on these panties is itchy."

"It does itch."

"Fine, prima donna, I'll get you fresh ones next time."

Jehan made a disgusted face, which earned a laugh out of Tiefer.

"I'm joking. It's clean, honey."

"Whatever. It's not the outfit -- but you know I hate wearing this! -- it's the,"--his voice lowered to a whisper--"god damn vibrator you have strapped to my dick."

"What, not enough? I can turn it up if you like."

"No!" He covered his mouth and looked around before lowering his voice again. "No no no no, please, whatever you want just don't...do that."

"Do what, this?" Another click of the remote.

"Yes, that!"

"Yes?" Another.

"No, god damn it."

"Better watch your mouth, young lady," Tiefer drawled, pressing back and forth on the remote -- up then down then up twice then down once, however it suited his mood, "or folks might stare at such a badly behaved little girl."

Jehan took a deep, shaky breath. "Little girls don't have raging god damn hard ons in public restaurants, Emilein. It's fucking embarrassing -- I'm gonna...I'm..."

"Hmm." Tiefer fingered the remote control, pressing it as high as it would go and watching Jehan squirm in his seat before leaning in, nose to nose. "If you're gonna cum, spread your legs and point your sweet little cock down towards my feet, yeah? Hate to miss the money shot."

"F-fuck you--ah, Jesus, fuck..."

Tiefer kissed him, as if they were two lovers on a date, swallowing the last bit of a moan as Jehan spurted cum down on the bag, the camera lens, and Tiefer's boots, the last bits dribbling down his cock and onto his thighs.

"Don't worry -- I'll clean you up later, Miss."

[simpcxty]

Y/n Kaminari

TW: smut, marijuana use. Characters aged up to 21! Shiggy discovers his quirk doesn’t work when he’s having sex, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink shiggy, consensual sex,

I realized I had been neglecting my dear villains, so. Shiggy Fuckers, because I know you’re out there. I’m one of them. Don’t say I don’t love you. Here you go.

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Part 1 -

PART 2

It actually ends up being a month later till you see him again.

But not in the normal alley. No.

Right outside his hideout. So he thinks he must be seeing things. His brain must be showing him what he wants to see.

But then he sees two friends next to you and he realizes that’s not the case. It’s Saturday, he shouldn’t be surprised.

He wants to touch you, or at least have you look his way.

How desperate does that sound? So he keeps walking, walking towards his destination, which just so happens to be two stores past you.

Well damn.

Were his eyes deceiving him? Are you wearing his hoodie again? Fuck. You’re gonna kill him, and that baby blue skirt with fishnets? You’re gonna give him a heart attack. You’re going to give him a stroke. Because the way his hoodie scrunched around the skirt pulled the fabric up and you seemed to be getting irritated with the blue skirt.

He’s almost relieved when you don’t look up from whatever it is your friends are showing you as he gets into the dispensary, finally able to take a breath.

“Damn Boss, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” He rolls his eyes at Dabi and walks behind the counter to get what he needs. Dabi mumbled something about a smoke break as he walked downstairs and Shigaraki nodded.

He mostly just needed a joint refill and a new cartridge but he grabbed an eighth anyway and sighs as the bell to the door signals someone had walked in.

“We’re closed for-“ but then he’s shutting up because as he stands up from behind the display, he sees you. Beautiful, right in front of him, perfect, squeezable, lovable you. Right in front of him and his eyes must be deceiving him right? You didn’t even notice him as he walked past. Right?

“Well damn, and I was hoping to get a few things-“

“Not to you- never to you.” Your eyebrow quirks at that.

“We’re never closed to you.” He’s blushing and you smile.

Tomura’s mouth went dry. He had already stuffed his new weed products into his hoodie pocket and was about to head downstairs to get prepared to be absolutely gone until he went looking for you tomorrow.

“Do me a favor and lock the front door? I’m going on a smoke break after this and I don’t know how long Dabi is going to take.” You blushed.

“How will I leave then?” You did it anyway and he just chuckles.

“You think you’re leaving babe?” Did he just? Yes. Yes he did. Oh my god he did.

If only he could just take you downstairs right now.

He was almost shocked when he heard what you were getting but then he felt you tug on his sleeve and he’s immediately forgetting that he’s supposed to be grabbing your products.

He seems to forget how to breathe when he finally urges himself to look at you. Really look at you. You’re so fucking beautiful and he knows that but he can’t help just wanting to fall asleep and wake up next to you, you’re so beautiful he can’t handle it at times. Your dyed blue hair had started to fade and it was fading into a pale little baby blue like his at the tips, still fairly dark at the roots. Needless to say. He was living for it, and the way you’d occasionally lick your lips and drag your tongue over your lip piercings.

When he finally wills himself to grab your chin he immediately leans in, and he wants to kiss you so bad but this stupid display is in the way, and he’s almost tempted to hop over it.

He doesn’t, instead opting to quickly grabbing the shit you ordered, stuffing it in a bag and dropping it on the counter. You grabbed it of course, but after that he’s leading you around the counter and grabbing your chin again with his pointer and thumb, just like every other time.

You’re the one that connects the kiss and after that he’s wrapping his arms around your waist and tapping your thigh.

You took the hint pretty quickly and let out a cute little ‘hmph’ as you slightly hop and wrap your arms and legs around him. Tomura only broke the kiss to walk down the stairs.

But you. You on the other hand. You were shoving your face in his neck and sucking dark purple marks that’d be visible to anyone who ends up looking his way tomorrow and the following days of the next coming week.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to take so long. I missed you so much.” He tightens his grip around you as he makes his way to his room.

You stop your attack on his neck and your legs seem to tighten around him involuntarily.

“It’s okay Shig, I know you can’t control it.” He groans at that. Why do you have to be so damn understanding? It’s frustratingly hot.

“Gonna fuck you so nice and full. How does that sound baby?” Baby? The whine that comes from you when he says it has him pulling you closer. Accidentally but not so accidentally pushing your waist closer to his, making his already hardening member in his uncomfortably tight jeans twitch.

He closes and locks his door behind him when he strides into the room, thanking god for Kurogiri cleaning the rooms today.

He’s gonna have to start working on his messes and get used to cleaning them up of course. Just not this one.

“I’m gonna make such a beautiful mess of you babe.” Babe too? The way he pinned you to his bed so quickly had your cheeks flushing.

“I think I wanna start with your pretty legs pushed to your chest huh? How does that sound baby?” You nodded quickly.

“Please Shig, I’ve been dreaming about it, please fuck me-“ he chuckles and a hand wraps around your throat with the obvious exception of one finger, and he grinds his hips against yours.

“You don’t have to worry baby, I’m definitely going to fuck you, but I have to make sure it’s good don’t I?” You nodded and he’s tearing through the crotch of your fishnets earning a whine from you.

“Shiggy! These are new!” He laughs.

“I’ll buy you new ones, look at how pretty they look on your legs. I can’t help but want to ruin you in them.” His four fingers drag across your legs, the soft fabric of the fishnets dragged across your legs and you sighed contently.

“I got them for you.” He pauses at that and his cock twitches in his jeans once again.

“What did you just say?” Your cheeks are flushed and you’re looking away timidly.

“I thought you’d like them. I guess I was right?” He nods quickly and he’s finally undoing his jeans and shoving them down just enough to pull himself out.

“I fucking love them.”

“I’m gonna make this fun baby, you’ll be too wrecked to even go home tonight.” If your legs would have been around him, you would’ve tightened them around him, he could feel the way your thighs tensed while he held them against your chest.

“Awe and your parents will probably be so worried!” You whined at that and you’re finally looking down at his throbbing member. He’s way bigger than you were expecting, but not scarily huge.

The moment he pushes your panties to the side and starts sliding in, you’re wrapping your arms around his shoulders and clenching around him and he’s trying not to cry because you feel so good. You’re letting him do this and you like it. You want this just as much as he does, and because of that. He just can’t help the words that spill out of him.

“F-Fuck, s-so good, s- oh fuck, you’re heavenly!” And tears pool in his eyes as he and you both adjust because the euphoria you’re both feeling from just this is driving you both insane and his hips twitch forward.

“M’gonna move okay?” You nodded and as soon as he had placed his hand down on your thigh, he pulled away and halfway out of you, but the intensity of it all as he did it kept him from leaving your warm cunt.

“SHIT! Shit, Shit, Shit! Are you okay?” But you’re fine, in fact not a single scratch on you, and you’re just confused, but he’s too scared to risk it again.

“S-Shig, please move.” Suddenly he’s reminded of who you are. Where you both are. You’ve got tears in your eyes as you lead his hand to your neck, the same hand you should be decaying from currently. With his middle finger in your hand he squeezes your neck with a tighter force than you’re expecting but you moan and he’s dropping it. It wasn’t enough to hurt badly at all, it just caught you off guard, and apparently him too, his brain is rattled, you should be partially decayed right now.

“That was new.” He nods. Something seemed different in his eyes. He can’t focus now, not that he could before.

“I need to try something. Do you trust me?” You nodded and he goes for it.

He can pull away, is what he tells himself. But his whole hand is touching- no squeezing your thigh and nothing happens. So he puts his other hand down experimentally on your other leg and nothing happens.

That’s when his hands are pushing your thighs back to your chest and he’s plowing into you and you gasp and throw your head back.

“Shit- f-fuck Tomura slow down.” He halts his movements all together and bottoms out inside of you.

His hands let go of your thighs and you let out a breath of relief as you put them down. You were so incredibly full right now. On his end though, he’s holding on for dear life. The grip your cunt has around him is suffocatingly sweet and he’s trying to keep himself from cumming too soon.

“Hoodie off. As pretty as you look in it, I need to touch all of you.” He does the same, stripping his shirt and the same time, and twitching inside you when you take off his hoodie to reveal you were only wearing a bra underneath.

“You’re so beautiful. I need more of you. I need you so fucking badly it hurts.” You choked out a gasp when he twitches inside of you again.

“I’m here, I’m all yours, please move Shig I didn’t want you to stop.” You wrap your legs around his waist and the slutty shy moan you whine into his ear has him smiling.

“No Princess, you asked me to slow down. So I’ll take it nice and slow for you, okay?” He’s taunting you. You know he is, because his hands come in contact with the skin of your waist and the tears that had pooled in his eyes are slipping down his cheeks, but he wipes them quickly and pulls out to finally kick his jeans off the rest of the way. He’s just as desperate for this as you are. He’s just teasing you about it.

The slow thrusts he gives you once he’s inside you again make you actually start crying.

“Shig, please! Fuck me faster! I didn’t mean this slow plea-“ and you’re cut off by your own moans as he starts to pick up speed, bottoming out with each thrust and holding you against him for a good second every time your hips met.

“What would your parents think of you right now Y/n? Such a slutty little girl for your special villain huh? Fucking me in my dispensary and wrapping your thighs around my face in an alley? You’re all mine, isn’t that right pretty girl?” You nod quickly, but the words that come out of your mouth make him love you even more than before.

“I’m all yours Shig. I don’t care what my parents think, just want you, just wanna be with you.” His thrusts start to stutter at that but he recovers and suddenly grips your waist harder and thrusts quicker.

“Wanna be with me? Babe you are. You’re mine. No one will ever hurt you while I’m around.” His hips are stuttering and your legs are tightening around him as he spills into you and he’s wrapping his arms around you. Tears pool in his eyes once again and he’s holding you tightly against him as close as he possibly can while he fills you with his cum, and when he sees the way you’re looking up at him.

He goes feral.

“Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine! Mine!!” Your vision blurs when he thrusts into you at a specific angle bottoming out once again as he stills and you cry out quietly but desperately while you cream around his cock.

“You’re all mine. My special girl. I love you so much. So fucking pretty when you cum babe. You’re so tight and warm. Gonna fill you so nicely and give you a baby. How’s that sound?” You nod quickly and he smiles.

“Good. So good for me babe. Gonna make you a mommy. You don’t mind, do you?” You’re whining and your legs are tightening around him, as well as your cunt. So fucking warm and welcoming, and he’s reveling in it.

“F-Fuck! Don’t d-do that, gonna make me cum again.” He’s whining and groaning in your ear as he pulls you closer and you push your hips up.

“I need you to fill me up Shig, I wanna walk around with your cum soaking my panties like you said, please, I need it Shig plea-nngh~” he’s thrusting again quickly.

He really didn’t need to hear anymore once you had said that.

“That sounds so hot babe, but you’re not leaving tonight. Not when it’s so dangerous at night, there are criminals. Don’t you know?” You let out a breathy laugh as he rolls his hips.

“You are that criminal Shig.” He leans forward, chest pressed against yours and his hands are suddenly roaming around your whole torso, squeezing and groping the skin as he wholeheartedly just feels you.

“Imagine the headlines Shig- Can’t you imagine? ‘Daughter of Pro Hero Electoplant gone missing?!’ Only for me to show up at home a few days later.” You’re laughing when you say it and he even chuckles with you, but the more he thinks about it the more he picks up the speed of his thrusts.

“Don’t want to leave you again. Just wanna cuddle all night and keep you warm.” His voice is cracking and his thrusts seem to slow stilling inside you as he shoves his face in your neck.

“Need to make sure you’ll come back to me.” He’s pressing his lips against your neck and it’s so foreign. Normally it’s his hands that wrap around your throat that makes you whine but as he nips gently and sucks roughly on your neck, you clench around him and he whimpers as he sucks harshly.

“If I’d have known that you loved me abusing your neck so much, I’d have started sooner.” Your legs tighten around his hips and it’s then that he realizes he stopped thrusting.

“S-So tight, fuck m’gonna cum again.” His voice is higher and he’s whining with each soft thrust as he pushes into you slowly again. The way you’re sucking him in has to be a crime because you’re so warm and squishy, and tight. He’s already convinced himself that he’s sleeping like this, buried inside you, that’s what he wants. needs.

“Gonna breed you. Fill you so nice and full. My beautiful baby. Gonna make such a beautiful mommy.” You’re cumming around his cock again as he says it, he had started to pick up his thrusts now and the thought of all of this was turning you on beyond belief.

You never really wanted kids, now thats different though of course. He’s changed everything.

“Doing so good Shig-“ he’s interrupting you before he himself can even register what he’s saying.

“Tenko. You say Tenko.” Your eyes bulge a bit as he picks up his speed.

“P-Please g-go harder Tenko plea-hnnGh~” Your whines come out desperately after that. You couldn’t seem to get a hold of yourself as he drills into you at a seemingly inhuman pace.

“F-Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck fuck! M’gonna cum. Gonna fill you so nicely with my cum and cockwarm you after.” His hands squeeze your hips and the sight of your mouth agape, tongue lolled out, and eyes crossed seems to engrave itself in his brain.

“Say it again babe. Call for me, say my name.” You gasp out a desperate whimper and your arms wrap tightly around his shoulders.

“T-T-Tenko, please! F-fuck-“ you’re cut off by more whines and moans as he drills into you harder.

“So close. S-So fucking close babe.” He tightens his grip on your hips even more and you’re squealing as you squirt around him and he fills you up one final time.

“Shit, you’re so fucking tight Y/n.” He lays his head on your chest and catches his breath.

“Can I stay? Feels so good.” He lifts his head to look at you and you nod quickly.

“M’so full Shig-“

“Tenko. Never forget what you’re allowed to use that others don’t know.” You blushed and clenched around him earning a nice gasp from him as he looks down to your connected areas.

“Tenko you’re so pretty.” Your hand reaches to cup his cheek and he tears up.

“W-What..?” He looked like he was going to cry as he looked into your eyes now, which ultimately wasn’t your goal.

“T-THAT’S NOT A BAD THING-!” You sputter and kiss his forehead while wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I know. I just- I’ve never- I never thought that-“ he cuts himself off by shoving his flushed face in your neck.

“You’re so fucking pretty Tenko. You keep me so safe and make me feel so special. It’s weird but if I didn’t have you I think I’d be losing my mind being stuck in that stupid pro-hero family.” He snickers.

“Don’t you have your license?” He’s snickering as he says it and you nod.

“Yeah, but I’m not an active hero, I only use my quirk when people are actually in trouble and I see it. Sorry but I’m not gonna become a hero just to be a shitty one.” He nodded. He admired your opinion on it to an extent. But why did you think you’d be a shitty one?

That’d be a question for another day, because his level of fatigue is finally starting to hit him and he’s falling asleep on top of you.

The next morning he’s still buried inside you with his arms wrapped tightly around you, but your phone is blowing up with messages from your friends, mom and dad, and Denki and you can’t reach it without shifting a bit.

“Damn it.” You felt the man on top of you managing to tighten his grip on you.

“Don’t leave me. Not yet. M’not ready yet.” His voice cracks as he says it, and you send your family group chat a quick message.

‘I’m with a friend. Be home soon.’ You were moving out in a few days anyway. It’s not like they could ground you.

“I’m not leaving Tenko. Just had to text a few people.” You’re reminded of those people as they start to spam your phone again.

Demanding that ‘NO! YOU NEED TO COME HOME RIGHT NOW YOUNG LADY!’ Not that you listened.

“I’m moving.” He tenses, and you can tell he’s scared to ask the question.

“Where?” You smiled.

“You know the apartment complex right across the street from my favorite sweets shop?” Please. Because if you’re playing with him, it’s not funny.

That’s five minutes away from here. He nods and you gasp as he makes a move to finally start pulling out of you.

“So there?” You nodded quickly and he chuckles.

“Come shower with me. Nothing else, I promise.” You nodded and you could stand. It was the feeling of his cum starting to move that mad you sit right back down.

He snickers and picks you up with the exception of his middle fingers again.

“Having issues?” You simply let out a cute little, ‘hmph.’ So he decides to leave it at that.

“Thank you.” You’re confused when he says it.

“For what?” He sets you down in the warm water that he had started running and the familiar feeling of his cum starting to run out of you comes back as he steps in.

You should be disgusted. Grimacing in fact. But as his cum finally starts to leak out of you he can’t seem to answer you for what he’s thankful for.

“That’s- I uhm, I-“ his face flushes and he shuts up when he realizes you’re just as flustered as he is.

“Y-Y-Fuck. You look so pretty like this. So vulnerable all for me.” He whispers it in your ear and the thought of you grabbing his dick never even crossed his mind. But then you do it, and he can’t help but fall a little more in love as you run your thumb over the slit of his tip, earning a loud whine as he bucks his hips forward.

You both eventually get out of his room. After more sex of course and more of his cum being stuffed inside of you.

What you really weren’t counting on however, was running into Pro Hero Hawks as you leave Tomura’s room, as he comes down the stairs.

“Y/n? What are you doing here? Your dad said that you haven’t been answering your phone-“

“Well- I mean, it’s weird. Using your phone in a dispensary and all.” You shrugged and he chuckled.

“For a whole day?” You coughed and sputtered before speaking again.

“Well! I should be on my way! Don’t wanna keep the pro heroes waiting!” You gave him little finger guns and Hawks grabs your wrist only for you to yank it away quickly.

“Don’t touch people for no reason Takami. It makes you seem pervy.” He goes to grab you again but you swerve past him to walk up the stairs.

“Kaminari! Are you a villa-“ you laughed before he could finish.

“No. I’m just fucking one-“ you cut yourself off by slapping your hands over your mouth.

“Welp. I outta go.” You’re up the stairs and out the door before he can say anything else, and it’s then that he sees Tomura leave the same room you came out of.

“I’m sorry. What?!”

[repo-net]

Artificiality

In the hide and seek corner of the third floor, a doll was sat cross-legged on the floor, painting expressions onto little black sticks. A couple of them were already wrapped around the unruly and chaotic choice of clothes on his waist, but the one he was working on was a much bigger one with a face that had glasses and a rather devious-looking smile on it.

"And... circle that around, and then a few more details on his glasses... throw a small nose in there... andddd that should be it! Hahaha, I've evolved into making expressions of the stupid participants in this game! I should start making one of Dad's disappointment next. Like a stoic kinda face... what do you think?"

The doll looked up to his side, the one standing and towering over him was another robot with messy gray hair, a mask that was clearly stolen off of a horror film, and a white shirt with blue pants. He had a scythe stuck onto his pocket, and he responded to the frailer and smaller doll with an unintelligible grunt.

"What do you mean it's too low? What, you think he still cares about that bastard? Please. He let me take his stupid apron that he got from the Chidouins, who by the way, the daughter of which was fine with voting for. As if Dad still cares about his deadbeat dead and beat son."

A groan like that of a zombie quietly came back from the muscular freak of nature (except he didn't actually came from nature). Ranger would only hold up a pouty mask in response.

"Yeah right. Besides, have you forgotten who I am? I'm the one, the only, standing at the top gets lonely - Rio Ranger! I'm his masterpiece... the one he put more effort into raising to be the peak of perfection in my 3 years than he ever did into that idiot homemaker in his entire life. Compared to humans... I'm all he needs. I'm all this game needs."

Ranger put a tight grip onto his masks, mumbling a few indecipherable words under his simulated breath, as he laid down on the floor, an ellipsis sign covered over his eyes.

"Don't you think it's idiotic though? Why do humans get all the praise when they accomplish something and all the grief when they pass away, but whenever I do something good, all I get is a nod and a thumbs-up... is this stuff just expected of me?"

Ranger heard another impossible to understand sound come from the larger robot, but paid it no more mind and continued talking.

"I guess it's because I'm programmed like this, but... it's not like my brain isn't independent. I mean, I am the most human of all his creations. I have a directive to follow, but I can stray away from it if I need to. That's why I'm a masterpiece. He put all his effort into me. So why is it that I still feel like there's something missing...? Like something isn't complete in me...? I should be the most human of them all; even more so than an actual one. So why...?"

He sat right up and looked at his gloves, his hood, and eyed himself from head to toe with his clothes. None of it except for the black shorts under the bucket girl's sister's skirt was considered 'his'. To Ranger, he wore them as a sign of his superiority and because it felt good.

To another, missing part of him though, it felt like he was wearing it because he wanted to feel more human.

Yet unfortunately for the doll, he couldn't ever find himself understanding these feelings. And even if he did, he'd never have the heart to admit it to anyone.

Emotions, meaning, and thoughts... these were things that Ranger was all capable of. Yet somehow, he felt like a part of him wasn't good enough still.

"It's weird... I know I'm better than them. I know that they're nothing more than a wardrobe I can pick from, and toys I get to mess with... so why is there this stupid feeling of being worse eating at me whenever I see their happy little expressions...?"

The floor master stood up, walking over to the doll that towered over him, and started poking it in the chest.

"I'm better than them, aren't I? Right?! Say it... Would those humans never succumb to their fear and fall into despair? Would those human be able to sustain themselves without food or water? Would those humans understand what it feels to have to carry these masks with them? Would those humans ever understand that bonds only make you weaker?"

And then, out of frustration and an intent to prove his point, Ranger slapped the hide and seek doll right in the face.

"Would a human be able to tank a shot like this?!"

And as soon as those words escaped him, the much bulkier robot clocked him right in the head with a meaty, metallic fist, which sent Ranger backwards, but not enough for him to fall.

"Bgh... ah... ha... damn, that retaliation function in your program sure hits hard..."

If it was any regular human that took that blow from the doll, they would've been sent flying and would probably end up with a broken skull. But for someone who was as deceptively durable despite his frame as Ranger was, he was able to absorb enough of the impact.

And yet, despite him trying to prove a point to himself, it only felt like a reminder that he really couldn't be anywhere close to what a human really was.

That weakness and sense of mortality that humans had... and because of that realization of their singular, short lifespan that they do everything to keep themselves alive and live it to the fullest... it was something the floor master would never be able to comprehend.

In exhaustion and annoyance, not of this realization but rather of a general confusion on why he feels so disoriented and out of place in the world, Ranger sighed, sitting on a nearby rock in the attraction's area, his palm placed on his cheek in ennui.

"You wouldn't get it though, I guess... I dunno why I'm even talking to you, you're just some doll they set up for this floor for this one minigame... I know damn well you can't understand a word I'm saying."

A louder groan erupted from the muscular robot, in which Ranger would reply by rolling his eyes.

"Alright, alright. Sorry for slapping you. Won't do it again. Probably. Don't count on it, I kind of liked it. The slapping, not the getting hit."

As he picked up his masks from the floor, he heard the sound of footsteps coming in from the outside room.

The participants... they're awake now. And they've started moving. So they must be in the monitor room. Damn it, was it time for introductions already? He was hoping he could surprise them a little more cinematically.

"Ugh, they're here. Alrighty you bastards, let's get this over with. Actually... hang on a second."

Ranger looked over to the newly made mask he made of the late Kazumi Mishima, an idea turning the gears in his head.

"Heh... well, I suppose there's some fun to be had with those monitors of the participants. Whatever it is I'm feeling, it can wait for later. I'll take out my anger on all these poor bastards."

He took out a chip with a star designed onto it's center, spinning it around before plopping it back into his skirt's pocket.

"Time to do things my way."

[jackrrabbit]

Unprofessional [pt. 2] /// Yandere Tendou x f!Reader (18+)

Request: Bro can I request a super smutty yandere tendou x reader please there’s literally no content for him and I’m just a honry simp for him 😔 (also your writing is FANFUCKINGTASTIC I have read and reread all of your docs dude at least twice in conclusion you’re my favorite writing blog now)

A/N: Thank you omg I’m so honored, seriously I’m blushing?? Also I love Tendou too so ty for the request. Finished the second (and final) part one day late for his birthday  🎂🥳🎁🎊🎉

Summary: The new hire you’re supposed to be training at your office job is a little too attached for his own good…or yours. [Part 1]

Tags/warnings: yandere, timeskip (Tendou is 23), noncon, mildly inebriated sex, restraints/bondage, threats, Tendou is incapable of shutting up, liberal use of “senpai”

You look so cute like this, wrapped up like a pretty birthday present just for him. Tendou likes you so much it hurts.

Your breaths are intentionally steady, like you’re counting out the proper number of seconds on each inhale and exhale in an effort to appear calm. Your chest heaves lightly, and he’s got an almost-perfect view of it with your blouse unbuttoned and your bra pushed up over your tits. He’d prefer to have you completely topless, but with your hands tied behind your back with his belt, his options are limited.

Tendou’s already shimmied your sensible pencil skirt down over your thighs to expose your legs. You looked so sexy in just your open shirt and pantyhose, but he had to take the hose off for access. Besides, removing the sheer black fabric (slowly, so that it wouldn’t rip—he knows those things aren’t cheap) gave him the opportunity to feel up your legs. Panties came next, and now you’re on your back glaring up at him with your legs crossed and folded to hide your naked pussy.

It’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen. Of course he took a few pictures.

The only issue is the gag. Tendou has his tie wound over your mouth to keep you quiet. It won’t do—he wants to see your face, after all—but he’s already got a fix, in the form of a little square of plastic he takes from his pocket.

He holds it up close enough that you can see it. “Do you know what this is?”

You don’t nod or anything, but you definitely recognize it—a condom.

“We’re going to have sex, senpai.” Tendou picks up on the little catch in your breath when he says the word ‘sex’, but he doesn’t think about it. “I don’t really care if I wear a condom, but I think you probably do. Is that right?”

You don’t respond.

“Senpaiii…don’t be stubborn. Nod yes for a condom, or else I’m not gonna wear one.”

You glare like you want to kill him, but you nod. Haha, how cute.

“Okay, good. I like when you do what I tell you. Now, I want to take the gag off, but I won’t do it if you’re going to be loud, you understand? It’s rude to bother your neighbors late at night. And…” He pauses. “Just to make sure you play nice, if you don’t listen to me I’ll take the condom off and cum inside. You don’t want that, do you?”

You shake your head frantically.

“Thought so.” Tendou’s pale, nimble fingers splay out over your inner thigh. “Then can you promise you’ll be nice?”

It takes you a long minute during which Tendou entertains himself petting the sweat-damp skin of your thigh, but you finally nod.

“Great!” Tendou grins and reaches down to untie the gag.

You take a minute to open and close your mouth, probably trying to stretch out the stiff muscles before you speak. Your voice is impassive and cool like you’ve been practicing what you’re going to say. “Tendou, you need to untie me. You’re very drunk and not in your right mind. Don’t do something you’re going to regret.”

Instead of listening to you, Tendou chooses to strip. Your composed mask slips for a second when he takes off his boxers to reveal his stiff, throbbing hard cock, already aching red and drizzling strands of precum onto his hand when he strokes it up and down. “Don’t worry baby, I sober up quick. I might be a lil tipsy but I’m not gonna have any trouble performing. Not for you.”

He crouches down to center you in between his arms, holding his head directly above yours. “And besides—“ you try to pull back away from his hot breath but your limited range of movement prevents you from getting anywhere— “I’m not going to regret this.”

Your lips are soft under his and you still taste fresh and sweet and minty from the toothpaste. You’re unresisting when his tongue prods into your mouth, but that’s not enough. “Kiss me back,” he murmurs, and you do. Maybe it’s just mindless—he’s sure you’ve kissed other people, as much as he’d like to pretend otherwise—but the movements of your lips and teeth and tongue against his feel almost eager.

“Ha…my first kiss with senpai,” Tendou says, pulling back and licking over his swollen lips. It would be nice to take his time with everything, but there’ll be more chances for that later. He loves the way your eyes trace him as he sticks his own fingers in his mouth to cover them with saliva.

“What are you doing?” you ask, but your question is answered when Tendou easily pulls your legs apart and settles himself between them so he can have easy access to slide his spit-soaked fingers up the length of your slit. “Tendou—Tendou, wait—“

He shushes you and continues to drag his middle finger all the way up from your entrance to your clit, letting the rough texture of his skin combine with your slick lubricant and give you just enough stimulation to make your hips twitch. “Mm, you like that? Gotta get you ready baby…not to brag, but I’m a little bigger than most guys. Wouldn’t want to—oh, easy, easy, relax—wouldn’t want to hurt you.“

You wince and then try to hold it back, school your expression so he won’t see the discomfort on your face when a single finger pushes into you. It’s not that painful, but the physical feeling isn’t nearly as bad as the fact that you don’t want any of this.

“How is that?” Tendou asks, slowly rocking his index finger in and out of your pussy, barely curling the tip to seek out your g-spot. You suppress the minuscule jerk of your core as best you can, but you can’t quite make it invisible and he feels it. “That good, huh?”

You want so badly to be angry. You are angry. If you could speak your mind right now, you’d tell him to go to hell. Yes, it feels good (and even admitting that to yourself makes you want to curl up and die), but it’s just hormones, stimulation, reaction. You can’t help it. But you’re not going to say that to him, not if you have the least chance of convincing him to stop before he goes any further. “It’s…fine. But, Tendou—“

“Knew you would like it. Oh—“ Another finger forces into your cunt. “—you’re tight, senpai. It’s been a while, yeah? You don’t have a boyfriend, I’d know if you did…and you’re not the type to do this casually. Too focused on your career.”

“I…mm…” What is he saying? Typical Tendou running his mouth even while you’re focused on him fucking you with those long fingers, prodding away at that spot—that fucking spot that is somehow, somehow—

—making you wet.

It’s not like some kind of precision activity. Tendou isn’t building you up or being subtle about it. There’s no teasing, no gentle touches, he’s just stroking that same spot over and over and the flat of his hand is mashing against your clit carelessly and it’s so stupid and so messy and there’s nothing kind or loving about it so why is it working?

“Feel that? Feel how wet you are?” Tendou has that same self-satisfied grin as he works his fingers in and out. “Poor senpai… You needed this, but you can’t ask for it yourself, I understand.”

“I don’t need anything…” you say, but you can’t expect him to believe you when your juices are slipping in and out of your hole along with his fingers, lubing him up to move even faster than before. When he started, you were so tense and tight that he could barely twist his fingertips up to pad at your g-spot, but now? Your walls are hot and sticky and supple, sucking him back in every time he pulls out.

He wants to make you cum, he does. And if he keeps going, it’s not going to be long, is it? But it’s your first time together… Tendou feels his cheeks getting hotter. First time with senpai, first time seeing you and touching you and having you totally, completely belong to him. The first time he makes you cum, it should be together.

If he’s not mistaken, you look almost disappointed when his fingers work their way out of your pussy, drawing away from you and wiping clean on the inside of your thigh. “You—You’re not…?” you question, trailing off when apparently you can’t bring yourself to ask for it.

“Don’t worry baby, plenty of time for that when I’m inside you.” Tendou walks his way up on the bed to leave a kiss on your forehead, so quick that you can’t cringe away when he does it.

You look off to the side, determined not to give him the satisfaction of eye contact—not to mention you hate looking at him, you hate seeing his stupid creepy face leering at you like you’re…you’re lovers or something. Like he’s not forcing you. But your attempt to maintain even that measly degree of avoidance shatters when you hear plastic crinkling. Ripping.

He’s opening the condom.

“Tendou—Tendou, wait! Listen!” You swallow and try to pull yourself back into your workplace persona, the mentor he respected and learned from, even if it was just an act. “Listen to me, please. You’re making a mistake. If we—if we stop now, we can forget about it...we can go back to normal, I promise. Do you hear me? I promise.”

“Normal isn’t enough anymore. Y’know what normal is for me? I’ve loved you for fifteen years. Wanted this for so long.” Tendou rolls the condom on and then hikes your ass upward so his cock is lined up with your slit. “Senpai, don’t you think you’ve had your way for long enough? It’s time…it’s time for me to get what I want.”

For the first time since he caught you and pinned you down on the floor of your living room, you struggle, really struggle for all you’re worth. The stiff leather of Tendou’s belt bites into your wrists and forearms as you try and get out of it, but the restraints hold firm—in fact, it feels like they’re getting tighter the more you move. Your hands are going numb from lack of blood flow, the prickles of pins and needles stinging into your skin, but you ignore it. You’re too worried about being heard to scream (and how twisted is it that you’re more scared of your neighbors than him?) but you jerk your leg up in an attempt to kick him away.

Tendou catches your foot before it can hit him. Easily. It’s like he sees everything you’re doing before you do it. “Hey, hey, stop that. You’re going to hurt yourself.”

“Let me go, Tendou!” you hiss as loudly as you dare.

“Senpai…” His grip on your lower thigh tightens, a warning. “What did I say about being nice?”

You go limp. You don’t want to have sex with him, but you cannot—absolutely cannot—have him do it unprotected.

Tendou sighs as you relax in his grasp. “Good choice… Always so rational. But I want you to say it out loud, okay? Tell me you know what’s going to happen if you misbehave.”

Once again, you find yourself avoiding his gaze. How dare he say he loves you and then treat you like this. “…You’re going to take off the condom.”

“Yeah…” Once again, you feel the thick, stiff cock nudging against your inner thigh. He slides it up between your lips to slick it up. “And what am I going to do when I take it off?”

“You’ll…put it in raw. And…”

“And?”

“…c-cum inside.”

“And you don’t want me to do that. So behave, senpai.”

Tendou pushes into you in one deep stroke and you gasp. ‘A little bigger than most guys,’ he’d said. A little bigger? He’s a liar, again—he’s so big that you can already feel the thick head flush against your cervix, pressing there like he wants to go deeper. “T-Too deep, it’s too deep—“

“Shh, you just gotta get used to it…” Tendou leans down, folding your legs up into your chest so he can trap you between him and the mattress and speckle light kisses over your face. “You have to relax. I’ll be slow.”

The position is uncomfortable. He’s got your spine curled up off the bed and your thighs are burning from the stretch, but his skin bumps against your clit every time he makes the slightest movement. Once you’re steady, he pulls back a fraction and then thrusts back into you, barely moving, just enough that you can feel the pressure of his cockhead receding and then hitting back against your cervix. It’s slow, but it’s not slow enough—nothing is slow enough with how big he is.

Tendou kisses you again, pulling your head back to center so he can shove his tongue into your mouth just like he’s shoving his cock into your pussy. He’s not content to keep up the languid pace for long, though—as soon as you’re the tiniest bit relaxed, as soon as the barest muffled whimpers are forced out of your mouth, he’s lengthening his thrusts and slapping the entire length of his heavy cock back in and out of you.

You almost wish he would stop dragging it out. You don’t want to feel this, any of this, not him groaning into your mouth, not the weight of his body holding you down and spreading your thighs apart, and definitely not the dizzying friction of the head of his cock on your g-spot. You wouldn’t even be feeling it like this if he hadn’t prepared you and left you wanting.

You close your eyes and try to pretend that it’s someone else doing it to you, but it’s impossible. Tendou was right earlier, it’s been too long—there’s no one else in recent memory who you can picture in his place. Besides, it’s not like you’ve ever been fucked like this. Everything you can sense is screaming out that it’s him, him, him, from his whiny voice moaning out love confessions you don’t want to hear to the spicy-sweet cologne, the same one he wears around the office, now mixed with his sweat and so saturated you think you could choke on it.

You’re trying to imagine someone else’s cock driving your pussy open, anyone else—a boy you had a crush on in high school, the guy you’d lost your virginity to in college, even an actor you like—but it doesn’t work, because no matter who you try to pretend is fucking you you know it’s Tendou.

“Hey—senpai, look at me…” He’s patting your cheek, trying to get you to meet his gaze. “Open your eyes…look what I’m doing to you.”

“Don’t…don’t make me…” You shudder as he pushes all the way back in, bottoming out so he can grind his hips cruelly against your mound and provide untidy stimulation to your clit.

“Look.” Tendou’s voice is hard. He isn’t asking anymore.

With the threat from earlier hanging over your head, you don’t have a choice, do you? You open your eyes and look at him.

Tendou Satori. Even in the middle of drilling you, he’s beaming like you’re making him happy. There are twin pink patches high on his cheekbones under his eyes. He’s sweating—makes sense, he’s doing all the work. His lips are red and swollen from kissing you.

Tendou Satori, who brings you coffee at work even when you didn’t ask for it. Who misspells the same word 3 different ways every time he writes up a sales contract. Who said during his first interview that his greatest weakness is that he has a habit of going with his gut, and that his greatest strength is that his gut is usually right.

How is this the same person? No…no, that’s not what’s making you upset. It’s not that the Tendou fucking you is somehow so different from the one you thought you knew. It’s that he’s the same, the same man who never really listens when you say no, who never stops touching you when you say it bothers you. This is just the next thing. It makes sense.

“Senpai?” Tendou’s hips slow and he leaves his cock sitting thick and hard in your battered pussy. “Senpai? Are you…you’re crying?”

He’s blurry and your eyes sting and you want to wipe at them, but, well, your hands are tied. Literally. Tendou holds himself over you with one arm so the other can thumb over your wet eyes. “Don’t touch me,” you blubber out, knowing it won’t have any effect.

“Shh, shh, stop crying,” he says, sounding panicked. “Please stop crying. Please stop.”

Your silent weeping is interrupted by a whimper as he pulls out of you. You feel…something, maybe relief or maybe disappointment, but mostly you’re just overwhelmed. You’re slack as a puppet while he flips you over and carefully unbuckles the belt from your arms. The pins and needles return in full force once you’re unbound, discomforting to the point of pain as Tendou massages over the tender flesh with his own hands.

“Sorry…Looks like it was a little too tight.”

Once Tendou’s released you, you hold up an arm to examine yourself. There are red marks where the edges of the belt dug into your skin. Your hands are still prickly, still desensitized as you clumsily rub your eyes, but you just can’t seem to stop crying.

“Shh,” Tendou says over your shoulder from where he’s sitting behind you, and you’re so sick of hearing him shush you but you can’t bring yourself to respond. “I love you, senpai… Please don’t cry.”

The way he says it—so hurt, so caring, so desperate, makes your heart ache. You’d almost believe him…if he weren’t pushing you back down onto the bed, face first this time. You don’t have the energy to resist as he pulls your ass up to his hips. At least now you can bite down on the sheet to shut yourself up as he fills your aching cunt again.

This time, though, now that he’s fucking you like a dog, he’s got the space to reach down around your hips and stroke your clit. The shock of the contact is enough to scare the tears out of your eyes and you cry out.

Tendou takes your response as permission to do more, rubbing over your button with no regard for how delicate and sensitive you’re feeling. “Yeah, yeah, you like that… Senpai likes it when I touch her needy little pussy? Come on, let me hear you.”

“Tendou—mmph, Tendou, st—ahh…?” But you can’t really tell him to stop. You don’t want him to stop. If you’re going to have to get fucked like this, shouldn’t you at least get to get off? It’s only fair.

Fair. The thought crosses your mind and you almost laugh—maybe you would if the force of Tendou’s body weight wasn’t smothering your face into the pillows. Nothing about this is fair.

“Do you like it?” You can hear how excited he is. “Tell me—tell me you like it, senpai? Please. Please?”

With trembling arms, you raise your upper body off the bed just enough so that you can turn your head to the side and speak. “Keep touching me. Like that.”

He does, padding over your clit senselessly while his cock does its brutal work on your insides. You feel…fucking amazing, and Tendou’s so happy, so grateful to have your beautiful pure dirty body holding onto him, sucking him into your cunt and holding yourself around him like you’ll fall apart if he’s not inside you filling you up. Your pussy is incredibly responsive, clenching down in him in time with his fingers moving on your clit. God, he could cum right now…but you have to cum first, he has to make you cum, it has to be together.

He’s so glad you’re not crying anymore. You like it, he knows you do. He’s had you getting closer and closer for a while now, and all the ups and downs and stopping you before you can cum are definitely making you need it even more.

You’re getting louder. You probably don’t even realize it, but you are. Tendou wishes he had something recording.

“I’m—fuck, I’m…c-cu…” Telling him is reflexive, a gesture of courtesy you’re used to from previous partners. He doesn’t deserve it, but you give it to him anyway.

“Gonna cum, baby?” Tendou coos. His touches grow even rougher somehow, abusing your clit while he nudges himself out so he can slide his cock back and forth over your g-spot. The aggressive rhythm of the stimulation has your spine arching up and he pushes you back down to keep you in place. “Stay down…let me do it for you.”

“Tendou!” you cry out, and he feels it, feels you cum, feels your whole body wracked with tremors, feels the walls of your cunt squeeze his cock like you’re trying to hold him inside. Fuck. Fuck. It’s too good, your pussy is so tight and warm and drenched in your juices, he can’t think, he wants it, wants to cum, wants to cum with you, together, together, together.

Tendou’s hand leaves your clit just in time to grip your ass and slam himself back into you, holding you impaled on his cock while both of you shudder through your post-orgasm aftershocks. “Senpai…senpai. I love you,” he gasps, and cums, hips jerking against yours as his mind goes blank for a second.

Fuck, it feels good, feels like his eyes are rolling back in his head.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

“Tendou…” It’s all you can say. You can feel him getting softer inside you, and he pulls out to take off the condom. Once he’s gotten rid of it, you let him flip you onto your side and lie next to you on the bed.

“How was that, senpai?” Tendou asks, kissing you slowly. He cuddles up to you, pulling your back into his chest so your bodies are fitted together like puzzle pieces. His heart is pounding like a rabbit’s—you’d think it was cute if not for…everything.

You’re quiet.

“I know you liked it.” Another kiss, this time on the back of your neck. “You needed it just as much as I did. And I know you won’t want to admit it at first, right? You’ve got your professional reputation to maintain, I get it. But don’t worry—“

You wish he would shut up. You wish he would leave you alone. You wish he wasn’t holding you so close that you can feel his cock against your ass, and you wish—you wish you couldn’t feel him getting hard, again.

“—this was just our first time. And there’s gonna be lots more. You and me? We’re going to be together forever, senpai.”

[lonelyhobi]

Punishment

☆summary: maybe next time you’ll think twice before interrupting Master when he’s on the phone.

☆pairing: taehyung x reader

☆warnings: dom!taehyung, master kink, oral (M), cum swallowing, spit play, slapping, cock slapping

☆word count: 2.2k

A:N: This is what happens to Tae’s gf from “Put A Plug In It” as most of my work if not all this is dedicated to the lovely @scribblemetae​ I hope you love this as much as I love Hobi’s cu- <3

You had your mouth full of Masters cock. Lips tightly wrapped around his length that was pressed to the back of your throat. Your nose was pushed up against his neatly trimmed pubic hair and he gently stroked your hair out of the way. Admiring the way your mouth stretched around his cock he used his free hand to squish your cheek tightly around his cock.

“God Pet you’re so lucky you have the best Master filling up your slutty throat.” He looks at you with so much love and lust as he takes up all the space in your mouth. Your eyes had been full of tears, saliva and pre-cum staining your face in its entirety. Just a few moments before Master had buried himself in your mouth he had been painting your face in his arousal as he slapped his cock around your cheeks. 

“You love when Master feeds you his cock huh?” His hand had formed a makeshift ponytail as you nod as best as you can around his length. He pushed his hips up causing you to let out a sputtering choking sound however he wouldn’t let up. Simply chuckling at your distress and pleading eyes.

“Use your words Pet” he says with a smack of his hand to your cheek. You try your best to let out a ‘Yes master’ but as soon as a muffled sound makes its way out of your cock stretched lips he smirks before thrusting your head up and down his cock.

“Couldn’t hear you, guess Masters going to have to cum down your pretty throat instead of this pussy.” Reaching over he lands a smack to your ass that’s up as he continues to use your throat for what it's for, his own cocksleeve. His fingers slip under your skirts and trail down to your covered pussy. Running his fingers over your slit. He hums in joy at the wetness pooling out of you.

“Such a good whore for her Master.”

Vibrations come from his pants and you knew better than to stop your actions, especially when he continues to pound into your throat. He lets his phone go to voicemail another two times before he’s letting go of your hair and reaching for his pocket.

“Dammit Hobi hyung” he mutters out and you keep your pace on his cock not wanting to upset him as he takes the phone call. 

“What do you want Hobi hyung?! And you stop, Masters on the phone” he grumpily calls out pushing your head off of him. His hard cock pops out of your mouth leaving a vulgar trail of spit and precum leaking from your mouth. You rise up on your knees crossing your arms as you stare at your beautiful Master on the phone with his hyung, but also extremely curious as to why Hoseok called. You can’t hear what he’s saying but you figure it’s a better distraction than staring needily at his hard length teasing you.

“Is GF/N okay?” You hear Hoseok’s girlfriend's name come out of Master's mouth and you’re quickly clutching his arm in alarm at the possibility of something being wrong with her.  “What’s wrong?” you ask, voice horse from the vicious thrusting of his cock moments earlier.

Master turns to give you a look that has you closing your mouth immediately and keeping your hands to yourself but he can still sense the worry in your eyes over your friend. He shakes his head signalling that nothing serious has happened to Hobi’s girlfriend and continues his conversation as you wait patiently.

“Like what?” Master continues on with Hobi and you busy yourself with staring at his beautiful face and how his jaw moves with every word until your ears perk up.

“So you want to reward her?” You hear him question Hobi smirking while throwing you a glance. Knowing full well that if you wanted to be rewarded you’d have to stay on your best behavior. But he also knew you were incredibly nosy and wouldn’t miss the opportunity to get information on your best friends sex life or more importantly what Taehyung was going to suggest.

Master sees the look in your eyes followed by the way you’re hyper focused on his conversation and shakes his head. He didn’t care if you heard him on the phone but he would look for the smallest reason to punish you. He thrived off of seeing your pain mixed with tiny spurts of pleasure. You were everything to him, his perfect pet. 

But you were also too quick to obey him. It was part of your charm, no matter how hard the punishment you always took it with grace and without complaint. Just like a good little slut. His pet. One of the many reasons why adored you. You loved his rewards as much as you loved his punishments. 

Quickly standing up, Master tucks himself into his pants as he leaves your living room. He let his hand come out signaling for you to stay there and to not crawl behind him.

You sit there for a few moments thinking of the best plan of action. Part of you really wanted to be good for your Master, but the other part wanted to be a good friend and help out Hobi. You knew exactly what his girlfriend had been wanting to try but you knew she wouldn’t say it herself. Weighing the pros and cons of interrupting the call you figured since it was for Hoseok’s girlfriend maybe Master would be lenient? You knew he probably wouldn’t but it would be worth the spankings or the edging if it meant helping a friend.

When you walk to where Master is at you notice it’s your sex room. You weren’t allowed in there without his explicit permission so you found yourself questioning if this mission was worth it.

“Get a butt plug and make her wear it.” Hearing Master’s suggestion you cheer silently. Anal was something Hoseok’s girlfriend always wanted to try but hadn’t brought up to him. You wait a little to see if Hoseok bites on the idea.

“There’s different sizes hyung. But the bigger the better to get her ready for you, that way it won’t hurt as much you know?” Very true Master. You think to yourself fondly remembering the first time he shoved a butt plug in your ass. There wasn’t any more conversation going on behind the door and you were slightly worried Hoseok hadn’t been too keen on the idea. Taking a deep breath you reach for the door handle before taking a step inside.

Master was standing with his back to the door phone still in hand. Perfect. Running up you snatch it from his grasp shouting “Play with her ass!”. Taking the phone from your grasp Tae mute’s the call staring intently at the floor. “Get.out.” he says in the deepest one he could muster up. Eyes widening you realized you truly fucked up and definitely weren’t going to be fucked now.

You sat on the couch waiting for your Master to come out. Excitement and fear riddled your body as you thought of all the possibilities of pain and pleasure Master would be inflicting on you. His heavy footsteps made it to where you were as you looked at him. “Don’t look at me, you know what you did” averting your gaze to the floor you fidget with your hands nervously. 

“You disobeyed me pet. What rules did you break?”

“I-i went into Master's special room without permission.” He hums holding up one fingers nodding.

“What else?”

“I interrupted Master” you whimper out head hung low in shame.

“Mmm that’s two broken rules. So that will be two days that you go without cuming. You know how kind Master is in pleasing you, but from now on for 48 hours I want you in pain.” You can hear the smirk in his voice despite not being able to see them. “Oh and that means no touching yourself with those little hands of yours.”

“Now get on the floor, hands on knees, and close your eyes. You don’t get the pleasure of watching me fuck your throat, you insolent whore.” Quickly you scramble to the floor to do as he says. Your legs are tucked under your ass, hands on knees, and eyes closed. For a special touch you went ahead and opened your mouth. 

Chuckling at how fast and fuckable you look on the floor he pats your cheek a little too harshly twice before you hear the sound of his pants being unbuckled. Your mouth waters as you picture his fat cock springing out still hard from not getting to paint your throat earlier.

“Look at my bratty pet. So ready to be used by her Master huh?” Nodding eagerly you feel his cock smack against your cheek. “Stick your tongue out whore.” Doing so you feel his length slide into your mouth in one fluid motion. His cock is heavy and he pushes in as far as he can go, not giving you time to relax your jaw. The sounds coming from your mouth of struggle and the gags are music to his ears as he takes his pleasure from you.

“That’s a good slut, always hungry for my cock.” He grunts out as he thrusts rapidly into your mouth. You wish for nothing more than to open your eyes but you were certainly not trying to add a third day to your no cuming sentence. 

“God your mouth is sooo good, perfect little fuck hole” groaning he continues to fuck your mouth, heavy balls slapping under your chin when he grips your hair and pushes himself all the way. Your nose meeting his public hair once more as your throat spasm to accommodate him.

Pulling out of your mouth in one movement you’re tempted to open your eyes but you grip your thighs as hard as you can and try to regulate your breathing without coughing and upsetting your Master. 

“What does this say?” Master question as his fingers dance along the collar around your neck.

“Taehyung.” you answer with as much power as you can. To assure Master that his name is the only one you’ll ever want to claim you.

“Who do you belong to pet?” He asks again this time pulling on the collar tugging you forward. You felt his breath fan on your face and could feel him close to you.

“To you.”

Pulling harder on your collar you let out a choked squeal. “Who owns you pet.” he asks but this time it feels more like a demand for you to state a fact. And of course he already knew the answer.

“Master does” 

You couldn’t see it but his eyes always lit up when you verbally let him claim you. You would always be his beautiful pet. Snapping out of it Taehyung takes his rock hard cock into his hands and pushes himself into your mouth once again. 

“Ugh fuck open your eyes cock slut.” Quickly you look up to him and take in the appearance. His hands were gripping your cheeks as he thrusted madly into your mouth. Staring straight into his eyes you hear his cold demeanor shift for a second as he releases a moan. Taking his sign of pleasure you work your tongue around what you can as his length pistons in and out. You tighten the suction of your mouth and begin to bob your head with his movements. 

“You are perfect” he states looking straight into your eyes, and with every slip of his cock you feel the sincerity in his words.

His face quickens as he feels his high approaching. “Balls now” he calls out and slips himself from your mouth quickly fisting himself. You lean your head down to take his balls into your mouth sucking them as hard as you can to help your Master feel good.

“Fuck I have the best slut” he groans pumping his lenth quickly as you suck his balls. “Off.” 

And your back to looking at him obediently. Your hands have stayed on your lap and your mouth and chin are a mess of spit and his pre-cum. Taehyung can’t help but think this is the most beautiful you've ever looked. He continues to pump his length staring at you. “O-open” he growls and just as fast you obey and he lays his head flat as you close your lips around him.

His cum is fed to you in hot spurts as he moans, but you keep it all in your mouth once again not wanting to prolong your punishment.

Pulling out of your mouth he hums as he crouches to be level with you. “Show me” and you open to show off his seed in its rightful place, in you.

“Good whore, swallow it.” and you do so obediently. Your thighs pressed together provide him some relief but not the kind you’re longing for. Master notices your slight movement and chuckles. “Aw baby do you want to play?” and you think somehow me must’ve taken mercy on you and is going to let you cum. 

You thought is quickly shut down when that smirk overtakes his beautiful face and his hand comes to smack across your face. “Too bad you're a disrespectful brat.” he laughs before pinching your face between his fingers pressing your lips out. 

Smashing his lips into you roughly you try to relish the feeling of his mouth on yours but he’s quickly pulling away from you. Gathering all the saliva he spits into your opened mouth before giving you another pat and standing up.

“Well I have practice, see you later pet!”

[sin-of-jess]

Can you plz to a sanji x chubby shy reader smut?

Im struggling with my image and i feel like this would boost my confidence

But i hope you are doing well make sure to stay safe and hydrated!😊💖

Oh my goodness I hope you’re doing great!  Chubby is BEAUTIFUL and Sanji is 100% the type to appreciate you!  I’m doing great and hope you are too!

~

It was late in the night when I crept into the kitchen of the Thousand Sunny for a small snack.  I knew the pantry was locked away, but I had been hoping that there was something left out that could be munched on.  I sighed in defeat as I scan the room, not a bowl of fruit or leftover plate to be seen.  Figures, if there was anything available outside of the pantry the captain would've tore into it by now. I turn to leave when a tall figure stops me and I squeak out in surprise until the unmistakable smell of cigarette wafts my nose, "Sanji?" "Y/N, it's only you.  I heard noises and assumed the captain was attempting another pantry break-in."  He pauses to snuff out his cigarette in the ashtray nearby, "What are you doing?" I shift on my feet awkwardly, "I was in the mood for a snack..."  I impishly reply. His face breaks into a grin, "I have an idea then."  He says as he walks over to the fridge while rifling around his pants pocket.  Unlocking the fridge he moves a few things around before pulling out a bowl of strawberries and whipped cream.  I follow him to the couch and patiently wait as he opens the whipped cream container and sits it to his left, me on his right.   He scoops up a bit of the whipped sweetness with a strawberry and puts it up to my lips.  I giggle and roll my eyes, but take a bite of the treat anyways.  The flavors swirl together wonderfully and my eyes close as I hum in delight.  Sanji finishes that bite and moves to get another.  We repeat the process three times when the fourth strawberry has more whipped cream than the others. Sanji uses his thumb to wipe the access cream off my upper lip, and I surprise the both of us when my tongue darts out to lick the whipped cream off his thumb.  His eyes widen while my cheeks burn red, and for a moment no one moves.  When our eyes finally lock it's like something between us clicked, the blonde man leaning forward to catch my lips in a kiss.   It quickly turns heated as I scoot over, removing any space between us while clutching his shirt.  His hand slides around to the back of my neck, encouraging me to come even closer.  He slowly coaxes me on my back, his free hand now at my hip.  As his hand slowly slides up, exposing my skin I shudder and pull my shirt down. "I'm sorry, too much?"  He asks as he pulls away from my lips. I avoid eye contact as I attempt to explain the problem, "I just, don't exactly have the body like Nami and Robin."  I mumble out. A breath of a gasp comes from Sanji, who gently pulled me back up, "You shouldn't compare yourself to them, your beauty is above the average woman!"  He moves to sit on his knees in front of me, his hands on my upper thighs.  As he gently rubs them he continues to speak, "It's not women like them that are permanently etched in marble, but women of your beauty!" He again lifts my shirt to just under my breasts and begins to kiss along my stomach.  My entire face has blossomed into a deep blush, but I don't stop the man.  I watched with wide eyes as he covered my entire midsection with kisses, slowly allowing myself to relish in the attention.   He pushes my shirt even higher, my entire body tensing up again as his breath dances over my hardening nipples. "Is this okay?"  He asks, his calculating eyes scanning my face. I slowly nod, "It's just, embarrassing..."  I mumble, feeling awkward about how nervous I was.  The attention felt good, it just wasn't something that didn't happen often. "I'll be careful with you,"  He whispers before slipping a nipple into his mouth.  I let out a shaky breath, my eyes fluttering shut as his tongue swirls around my skin.  He repeats the motion on my other nipple, my fingers sliding through his hair. He scoots me to the edge of the seat and slides his hands under my skirt, "Can I?"  He asks as his fingers wrap around the edge of my panties.  I nod, my exposed chest heaving.  He pulls them down and gently sets them on the seat beside me.  He leans towards my core, momentarily stopping to gaze at me.  My legs instinctually try to close at his stare, but he stops me and spreads them more than they were before.  "Don't, you look so beautiful like this..."  He tells me as he leans even closer, his cheeks flush as he admired me. When his tongue slides through my damp slit I let out a pleased whine.  Encouraged by it Sanji delves deeper, his tongue dancing along my folds and flickering over my clit.  The more vocal I got the more Sanji worked to please me.  His arms wrap around my upper thighs to help pull him closer to me, his tongue wiggling as deep into my hole as he could get before sliding back up to suck on my clit. "Sanji... More, please!"  I say, Sanji moaning into my pussy.  He removes one of his arms from around my thigh to wiggle his fingertips around my hole before sliding a single digit in.  After a few pumps he adds a second, and the moment he curls his fingers I come undone.  My hands shoot down onto his head to help center myself, seeing stars as my toes curl. Once down from my high he peppers kisses up my body before focusing on my neck, "You're the most gorgeous thing I've ever laid my eyes on,"  He whispers into my ear, my body shuddering in reaction to his words. Finally feeling some confidence I palm at his strained cock through his slacks, gasping at the size I was feeling. "Y/N, you don't need to,"  He mumbles into my neck. I give him a squeeze, "Please, I want you to." He nods his head and unbuttons his pants while I crane my neck to get a view of what I had felt.  My eyes widen, realizing it was bigger than it felt through his clothes.  Once his bottoms were pulled down and his dick was free I grab it, stroking it a few times before guiding it towards my center. As he sheaths himself inside me I let out a low moan, feeling fuller than I've ever felt.   He moans softly into my ear as he slowly thrusts into me, swiveling his hips every time he bottoms out.  I wrap my legs around his waist and encourage him to speed up, my moans coming louder and more frequent as his pace picks up.   "Faster, I'm so close, please!"  I moan out as I grip his shoulders, my insides twitching as I feel another orgasm coming.  He obliges me while nibbling on my earlobe, his hand moving to my breast to tenderly pinch and pull my nipple.  It's enough to send me over the edge and my body goes rigid as I cum again. Sanji's hips turn erratic as he moves to wrap his arms around me, hugging me as he whispers sweet nothings into my ear.  I grab him by the hair and adjust his head so our lips meet, our kiss sloppy as we both moan together.   "I'm... I'm gonna,"  He groans into my mouth, my only response being that I wrap my legs tighter around his waist.  He takes the hint and turns to put his face into my neck, his moans deep as his hips twitch.  It feels like he was going to cum forever and I felt even fuller having both his cock and cum deep inside me.  His body goes limp except his arms, keeping him from fully laying on top of me.   His cock is too big to slip out once he goes soft, and the both of us let out a soft moan as he finally pulls out.  Cum immediately oozes out of me, spilling onto the floor with a lewd splat. I start to cover myself with my arms, the high from pleasure wearing off as my self-consciousness kicks in.  He stops me, kissing above my breasts, "Never be ashamed of how glorious your body is,"  He tells me, his cheeks red and eyes glimmering as he admires me. He really knew how to make a woman feel special.

[smol-and-grumpy]

What I Want Most - One

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean’s life has been all work and no play lately. When Gabe, his friend, coerced him into tagging along to a club, he couldn’t say no as Gabe has been pestering him for a while now. What Dean didn’t expect was that he’d meet his match in that club in the form of a stunning woman with underlying daddy issues.

Warnings: NSFW, mostly daddy kink, rough oral, praise kink, rough sex, one-night stand to enemies to lovers (is that a trope?)

Word Count: 6840 (whoops!)

A/N: Apparently, I can not write pwp anymore. This should have been a one shot but it ended up a mini series. Sorry.

Beta’d by: @deanwanddamons​​ <3

Series Masterlist ~ SPN Masterlist

“C’mon, man!” Gabe urges, his hand comes up to pat Dean’s padded shoulder. 

He’s still in his suit, having gone into work because of that damn project. The deadline is on Monday, and that’s also the day that the execs want to talk to him. He still doesn’t know what’s it about, fears the worst. Maybe he has a reason to? Dean doesn’t know why they would fire him, though. Since he had the news that they wanted to talk to him on Monday, he’s been working harder, knelt himself deeper into the workload, was barely home and if he did, it was just to sleep, only to get up and go to work before dawn. 

It’s crazy. It really is, because it’s not even his dream job but he still needs it. At least until Sam moves over here in a couple of weeks. So, the goal is to hold on to this job for as long as Dean can.

Gabe has picked him up from work, complaining that Dean hasn’t got any time for drinks anymore. Little does Gabe know that he’s been drinking himself to sleep every night lately. And Gabe’s fucking persistent. He was waiting outside the building until Dean had come out and now he coerced him into standing in line for a hip club that has the reputation for debauchery and illegality. It’s just a rumor. Dean’s never been here, but Gabe apparently had.

“This better be good, Gabe,” Dean grits his teeth. The wind is chilly tonight, but for most of the people in the queue, especially women, there's apparently no reason to wear more clothes. 

“It will be, once we get in,” His friend says and rights his suit. It’s weird to see Gabe in a suit, a rare sight, but he wore it because suits always get you into things in the city, “There’s going to be so many girls, huh?” Gabe elbows him in the ribs, “Maybe you can find one to help you to unwind,”

They’re next in line and Dean moves up with Gabe, his hands in his pocket as he shrugs. Well, Gabe is not really wrong. It has been a while since he scored, even longer when he had something steady. It’s not that Dean didn’t want to. It’s more like he can’t find the time. His last relationship, or what felt like it, was over a year ago, and already then, she ghosted him because Dean ghosted her first. Not deliberately, though, he was just busy. And business is a constant lately.

Maybe Gabe is right, Dean wouldn’t mind finding someone tonight. It would be welcoming to take off the edge, forget the looming Monday for a couple of hours. 

They are finally at the front of the queue, and the doorman ushers them through the open door. As soon as they enter the building, the bass of the music hits him. The bass vibrates through his body, traveling up his spine. 

There are plenty of girls, scantily clad, dancing and laughing, waiting for someone to pick them up and buy them a drink. He wonders if he’ll find one he likes. He’s picky, doesn’t want to hook up for the sake of hooking up, if that makes sense. Dean kind of hopes he’d find one with a buried daddy issue, which is really not hard to find in the city, he just needs to be alert and read their body language.

He follows Gabe across the dance floor as the man shoulders his way through to the bar, finds a spot and plants himself there at the counter, making himself bigger than he really is. Dean joins him, smirks proudly at his friend as he orders them a drink. It’s him paying, like he always does with Gabe. Gabe is a good friend but Dean still earns more so that’s the least he can do for what Gabe’s doing for him, being there whenever Dean needs a friend.

While they wait for their drinks, Gabe looks around, eyes scanning the dance floor. Dean watches him at first, watches him smile at something, and turns his head to look at the source that produces the smile on Gabe’s face. 

That little shit has already found his prey. 

“Don’t wait up for me, I guess.” Gabe looks back to Dean and takes his drink, walks across the dance floor to dance with a girl who’s more than willing to share the drink with Gabe. 

Dean turns back to the bar, his elbows braced on the counter as she shakes his head and chuckles. 

Suddenly, there’s a voice beside him and it seems like it’s talking to him.

“Hey, big guy, can you move a little?”

He tilts his head to look at the woman, who appears to be alone. Dean’s interest is piqued. 

“Sure, sweetheart,” He moves a couple of inches to the left, gives her room to press herself against the counter. 

She smiles, leans herself over the top to talk to the tender, her tits squashed on the bar top. While the bartender prepares her drink, she’s still leaning over the counter but she turns to him with a smile. With the tilt of her head and body, he can see that her tits almost spill out. Dean can’t look away even if he wanted to.

“You come here often?” He asks with a crooked smile. 

“Nah,” She smiles back, “I just moved here today, starting a new job on Monday. Just needed a break from unpacking so a friend brought me here. You?”

“First time,” Dean replies, “Where’s your friend?”

“She went to the back,” She says, “Apparently there are rooms?”

Dean shrugs, “I wouldn’t know.” With his next breath, he adds, “Names Dean, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you, Dean, I’m Y/N,”

When her drink arrives, a seat at the bar becomes available and Dean urges her to sit down. She does, albeit reluctantly. While she sits, her skirt rides up a little, exposing the tender flesh of her thighs. He’d like to touch, he really does, but Dean has to be clever about it. 

They are talking while Dean orders more drinks.

“What about your parents?” He asks after a while of talking. He knows that she’s been living in another city, works in the same field as he does, came here for a job but when Dean asked where she’s working, she wouldn’t say and that’s a good girl because people can’t be trusted, not even him. She just finished talking about her one sibling whom she doesn’t talk to anymore. It’s different for him and Sammy. 

“Just my mom, I never knew my dad,”

Yahtzee.

They keep on talking and Dean gets bolder, stands beside her at first with an arm around her waist. He rubs circles on her back with his thumb and she smiles at him, laughs at his stupid jokes too. 

After one more drink, she’s scrambling out of her seat and stands back at the bar, and he should be wondering why but he isn’t. He just knows. She presses her body against the counter and Dean cages her in from behind, lowers his mouth to her ear, places a soft kiss there that makes her shudder noticeably. He chuckles low. 

“You wanna come back to mine?” He whispers lower than he chuckled out before, noses behind her ear and moves lower, plants little kisses down her neck, making her arch her back, driving her sweet ass against his crotch. He’s semi-hard from thinking of what he’ll do to her, only getting harder with the rubbing. 

“You want that?”

“Yeah,” Dean darts out his tongue, swirls it around her earlobe and there’s an actual moan. 

His right hand travels down the front of her body, fingers span wide on her stomach and it dips lower. He watches her breath hitch in her throat, feels her shivering. 

“What would you do to me, huh?” 

Instead of answering right away, Dean’s hand goes further down, hitches the seam of her skirt up a little, teases the tip of his middle finger along her clothed pussy. 

“Oh god,” She groans and throws her head back to rest on his chest while her back is still arched. 

He chuckles, “Call me Dean,”

His hand goes further down, and she parts her legs a little. A fucking good girl, indeed. He rubs long her lace panties, feels the fabric damp. He gets bolder too, his fingers hook into the crotch of her panties, pulling it aside. 

It’s skin on skin and Dean lets out an audible groan at the wetness he feels, bites into the junction of her shoulder where it meets her neck. It prompts her to drive her ass into him harder. 

“You’re fucking soaked, baby, is that because of me, huh?”

He flicks at her clit with his thumb, dips just inside of her wet pussy with the tip of his middle finger. 

“Uh-huh,”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,”

Dean chuckles as he pushes his finger in some more but not too much. It’s just a tease after all. He closes his eyes, groans again. He’s fucking hard by now and he presses closer to her ass, making her feel what’s going to await her.

“You’re so wet and warm,” He breathes out next to her ear, “Who’s making you so wet, huh?” 

“Fuck,” 

“Who, baby?” He goes further in, applies more pressure with his thumb.

“Y-you… you, daddy,”

Y/N doesn’t seem to have noticed the word she let slip out, or she’s too far gone to care if he’d be appalled by it.

He sucks in her earlobe with a chuckle, releases it before he nibbles at them. Not so much that it hurts, but enough to inflict a little pained pleasure, “Yeah? Did daddy make you all wet, huh? Jesus, you’re so tight and warm, making me want to fuck you so bad,”

“Do it,” She drives her ass back, wriggles with it deliberately, “Please? Daddy?”

Jesus fucking Christ. 

She really is into this. 

“Gonna take you home first, baby, you up for that? Huh?” His other hand massages up her throat and Dean paints along her mouth with two of his fingers. He can’t really see but he can feel. 

Nodding her head, she opens her mouth, sucks his digits in, and swirls her tongue around them. 

Fuck.

“Your mouth, baby,” He whispers, “Feels good around my fingers, would love to see them around daddy’s cock,” 

“Mmmh,” A moan of approval accompanied by a shiver.

“Would you like that, huh? Like for daddy to use your mouth? Let you suck my cock like the good girl you are?” Her pussy clenches around the one digit and Dean grins, “Yeah you do. Gonna use your sweet mouth, can’t wait to feel those lips around my fat cock, baby girl,” He pushes his fingers deeper into her mouth, feeling her retching against him, “Yeah, gonna make you choke on daddy’s cock. That’s what you like, don’t you?” 

She hums around his digit, and her pussy clenches some more. 

Dean really hit the jackpot tonight. He should send Gabe a thank you card for bringing him out here.

“C’mon, let daddy take you home,” 

Y/N didn’t realize the word that slipped out of her mouth, but she was glad Dean ran along with it. Using it even more afterward too. He got harder hearing it out of her mouth, an added bonus, really. There aren’t a lot of guys who are into it and god, that guy is hot and is fully on board with it? She fucking loves this city. 

He doesn’t live too far, it was just a ten minute ride, where he moved close to her and let her drape a leg over his thighs. His fingers are in her pussy, fucking her with them while he fucks her mouth with his tongue to the same rhythm. Her hand is on his crotch, palming and rubbing him through his slacks. 

Dean groans into her mouth, parts just for a minute to catch his breath, and whispers low,  “Jesus, can’t wait to get my dick into that tight pussy, baby girl,”

Fuck. She can’t wait either. His filthy mouth turns her on so much. 

The cab comes to a halt at a building which is in the nicer part of the city. She wished she had enough money to live here one day. Maybe she will one day with the new job she’s starting on Monday. 

He lets go of her long enough to pay the driver and she tugs her skirt down as she gets out. Dean holds out a hand for her to take before he guides her into the building and into the elevator. 

Pushing her against the wall, he presses his one thigh between her legs, the skirt riding up in the process. He kisses her again, his one hand braced on the elevator wall, his other hand around her throat, applying enough pressure for her to not feel like he’s restricting her. His mouth hovers around hers and he moves in, pecks her lips gently, “Come on, rub your sweet cunt on my thigh, baby. Get yourself warm and nice for me,”

She nods and he claims her mouth, kisses her hard, the scruff rubbing against her cheek, his tongue licking into it deep as she moves her hips and rubs her ruined panties over his clothed thigh.

God, the friction feels phenomenal. 

The elevator pings, and Dean chuckles as he pushes himself from her, chuckles, because she’s still rutting against nothing. 

“Fuck, you’re really something,” He whispers as he manhandles her out of the elevator only to drag her along the hallway.

It’s easy, she thinks, so easy for him to manhandle her around. He’s so broad and strong and just... fuck , she wants him so bad. 

He comes to a halt in front of a door that says 823 , reaches into his pocket to pull out a set of keys and she stands behind him, reaching her arms around his body. Her one hand palms over a clothed, yet still so fucking hard cock, while her other hand tries to unto his belt buckle. 

“Baby,” Dean chuckles, “Can’t open the door when you’re distracting me,”

“Just want you so bad,” She says, her forehead leans against his back and she feels his muscle shifting. 

Y/N got the belt loose before Dean found the keyhole, her hand sneaking into his pants, traveling over the tuft of pubic hair until she wraps her fist around his dick. 

He lets out a groan and closes his eyes for a moment before he goes on with trying to get into the apartment. 

Dean shakes his head, “You really want that dick, huh?” 

“Yeah,” She whispers against his back, her hand now jerking him off. She squeezes a little more at the head of his dick, and pads over his slit to smear the precum around his tip. 

“Fuck, baby girl,” Dean mutters under his breath and she hears a click before he turns around, making her release her grip around his cock. 

He crashes his mouth on hers, kisses her hard, his fingers fisting in the hair at the back of her head as he pulls her into the apartment with their lips still attached. He kicks the door closed with one foot. 

After a while of intense kissing, Dean pushes her away, making her stagger back. 

“Strip, baby,” He says in an absolutely dirty voice all deep and husky and she does because god, she would be damned if she didn’t want to be his good girl tonight. 

Her shoes are off quick and she pushes her skirt down, her underwear comes right after before she pulls her top over her head.

Dean has released his cock, is fisting it while he watches her undress herself in front of him, groans when he sees her nakedness. 

“Beautiful,” He lets out, smirking a little. It’s a boyish grin and that’s when he slips out of his role a little, she thinks. With his next breath, he catches himself again.

Normally she’s pretty self-conscious, but she has the feeling that the guy standing before her who’s ready to get his cock wet, doesn’t mind how she looks since they came this far already. Plus, the light’s still off, but the light from the moon and skyscrapers shines in, making her see enough to want him even more.

His dick is heavy and hard in his fist, as he massages it up and down. Her mouth waters at the sight.

“Get down on your knees,” 

God, yes. 

Finally.

Y/N kneels before him and Dean takes a step further in as he groans. Her mouth is already open and inviting, but he takes his time, rubs his heavy dick over her face. 

“Looking so good for daddy, baby,” He huffs out. 

The rubbing smears his precum on her face. She feels wet drops here and there and the scent of his arousal is intoxicating. God, it’s making her drool. 

“You want my dick, huh?” He asks, tapping his dick lightly to her cheek, “Want to show me how good you suck cock?”

“God, yes,” She agrees with a frantic nod of her head.

“Call me daddy, baby,” Dean chuckles, “Open up your mouth wider, stick out your tongue,”

She does what she’s told.

“Good girl. That’s daddy’s good girl,” He says almost fondly and slaps his dick against her awaiting tongue, “Now suck,”

Well, she doesn’t need to be told twice. Sealing her lips around the head, she starts to suckle at it and Dean groans, throws his head back as she looks up.

“That’s right,” He whispers as soon as he catches himself, “Look up at me, I want to see how much you like sucking my cock, baby,”

She tries her best, she really does. His cock is thick, the taste of precum and a day’s worth of musk is heavy on her tongue, the scent penetrating her nose. It makes her suck him harder, makes her leak profoundly between her legs because she just wants him so fucking much.

“Spread your legs, touch yourself,” Dean mumbles, “I wanna see you touching yourself, baby. Wanna see you make yourself come while you suck my cock,”

Oh god, yes. She’s so close too. It’s no wonder, as she’s been balancing on that fucking edge since he fingered her in the club. 

Spreading her leg but still on her knees, she pushes a hand in between, fingers herself, and rubs against her clit. The sound of her wetness is loud in the room. Dean groans when he hears it.

“So fucking good, baby girl,” He huffs out. His hand comes to push a strand of hair out of her face to see her better, “Sucking daddy’s cock so well,”

“Mmmh,” She hums in approval with his dick in her mouth and fuck, hearing him praise her just does things to her and she comes, quick, hard, humming and shrieking with his cock in her mouth. It makes him push his pelvis against her harder, making her choke when the tip of his dick hits her throat.

“Good girl,” Dean hums as he pulls his dick back but he leaves her to suckle at his tip, “Such a good girl for daddy, I’m so proud,” His hand finds the side of her face, applies pressure on his palms as he grips it, “I’m going go fuck your face, okay? Can you take that, huh? Take my dick?”

She looks up and hums, nodding her head.

He smiles down fondly, his teeth showing white and the crinkles around his eyes run deep. His grip around her face tightens a bit as he starts to fuck into her mouth, getting deeper inside with every thrust and she braces her hands on his thighs, fingers gripping at the fabric of his pants when she feels his dick choking her. 

Dean presses his pelvis to her face, his pubic hair tickles her nose and he stays there for a while until she taps at his thigh because she feels like she’s going to pass out if he doesn’t let her come up for air. 

And it’s weird. Really weird. She should be scared of doing this with a stranger, yet she trusts him. He has won her trust in such a short span of time. Some would call it naivety. 

When he releases her face, she gulps for hair, trying to fill her lungs before he thrusts in again and he does. He gets faster too. The drool is running down her throat, her chest is wet. 

“Fuck,” Dean whispers between thrusts, “Your mouth is fucking perfect, baby. You taking my cock so well,” 

It makes her wetter hearing it and she’s sure that there’s a pool of her juice right below her. 

“You want my come, baby? Want me to come in your mouth?” 

Oh, god. More than anything right now. 

She wants to feel him, to fucking taste him, so she nods her head as he stops his thrusts for a second. 

Dean grins cockily. It’s really a good look on him, “Take it all, okay? But don’t swallow yet. Keep it in your mouth, baby,”

Another nod. 

“Jesus,” He groans as he picks up his thrusting, “You’re perfect, baby girl, so good for daddy,” 

His thrusts are faster before he comes and when he does, he lets out a deep growl as he pulls his cock out and fills her mouth with his cum. 

Y/N does as she was told. She doesn’t swallow, instead, she opens her mouth, letting him pour in every drop he can milk out of that beautiful cock of his. 

Dean’s spent dick is getting softer, but it still looks impressive, at least when it dangles so close to her face. 

There’s a drop of cum on the corner of her mouth and he scoops it up with his thumb, pushing it into her mouth. His eyes are on her, a glow around him after his release. It makes him even more attractive and she wonders how fate is sometimes cruel to give her something she craves but takes it away again because it’s a one night stand. That’s all there is. He knows it as much as she does.

His other hand goes up below her eyes, brushes away the smeared mascara and with his thumb still in her mouth he tries to angle his stance to get her other eye as well. 

Her mouth is full of cum and drool, almost spilling over but Dean takes his time, stands back to marvel at her. 

“You look so pretty,” He says, again with a fond undertone, “Would take a picture if I could,” The cum’s floating over, and Dean pushes his thumb inside her mouth some more, “You may swallow now, baby,”

She does, closes her eyes to get the thickness of his cum down with his thumb still in her mouth. She sucks at the digit, signaling to him that it’s all gone.

“Open up,” He whispers, “Show me,”

Y/N smiles when she does, opens her mouth wide to show him that she’s swallowed it all.

He chuckles, “Good girl, you’re really a good fucking girl, baby,” 

Taking his thumb out, he brushes it along her lips before he grabs at her arm and pulls her up. He kisses her then, letting out a languished groan when he tastes himself on her tongue. 

“Down the hallway, the room to the left. I want you spread out on my bed, play with yourself okay?” 

Dean kisses her on her nose and she nods before she makes her way to his bedroom. Climbing on his bed, she positions herself with her back against the headboard and spreads her legs. Her one hand plays with her pussy, fingers dipping in deep, before rubbing at her clit wetly. She closes her eyes, thinks about what just happened. Thinks about his voice that she’ll probably never forget. Thinks about his taste that she won’t be able to erase out of her mind. 

It’s not long before Dean joins her, in one hand bottled water, in the other are her clothes and shoes. He’s really being considerate. Or he’s a neat freak. Either or. Not that it matters.

He drapes her clothes over a chair next to the bed, sets her shoes right below it before he unscrews the water and hands it over to her to drink. The coldness of it travels down her throat, making her shiver. Maybe she shivers of anticipation too, who knows. 

Setting the water on the nightstand, Dean continues to undress, taking off his suit jacket and drapes it over another chair. While doing it, his eyes are on her. 

She’s still rubbing herself, fondles her tits one-handed too, pinching her nipple, and arches her back.

“That’s it,” Dean croons, “Touch yourself, but don’t make yourself come, I wanna feel you come on daddy’s cock,” 

Oh god.

She wants that too.

He watches her some more as his fingers slowly unbutton his shirt. Too slowly and it’s not fair because she just knows that he’s teasing her. When he takes his shirt off, she can see how broad he is, can see the muscles moving. He’s soft and firm and so fucking delicious. By the time Dean takes off his underwear, his dick is already more than semi hard. It’s impressive, really. She still can’t believe that she had that down her throat.

When he’s naked before her, he tugs at his cock, jerks it while his eyes are on her and he walks closer, climbing on the bed and walks closer to where she is on his knees. 

“Jesus,” He growls, “You’re making me hard again, baby,” 

There’s a smile tugging at her lips as a sense of pride washes over her. 

“Will you fuck me now, daddy?” She says it in her best sultry voice.

“No,”

“No?” She frowns a little.

Dean chuckles, “No, I gotta taste you first,” He shoulders himself between her thighs, “Be a good girl, hold your legs up for daddy,”

Shamelessly, she hooks her arms around the back of her knee as she pulls them up and apart, almost folding herself in half. That’s how eager she is to spread for him. 

His big hands are on the back of her thighs, helping push her back as he hovers above her wet pussy, “That’s my good girl,” He chuckles, warm air hitting her core, and she trembles.

He doesn’t stall, instead, he buries his face right in there, sucking and lapping around her sensitive nub like it’s the only thing that keeps him the fuck alive. 

“Your cunt’s so sweet, baby,” He moans, as he spreads kisses all over her pussy, “Could eat you for days,”

Alternatively, he switches from sucking to lapping, and her hand finds his hair fingers, pulling at it, but Dean doesn’t seem to mind. He even starts to hum and that drives her fucking crazy.

It’s when he pushes in a thick finger that she almost loses it. Has to throw her head back and close her eyes when he curves the finger just right. He soon uses another finger, rubbing against her inner wall with it while he sucks at her clit and she just knows. She just fucking knows that she’s going to come again.

Her grip tightens in his hair, fingers digging into his scalp but Dean goes on, licking her and sucking her while he thrusts his fingers inside of her.

“Da- fuck- daddy,” She bites on her lip and the wave that hits her is strong, making her release her own legs, making her squeeze them around Dean’s head, “Fuck, oh my god,”

Dean chuckles as he spreads kitten licks on her clit. He pulls his fingers out and they pop out with a wet squelching sound, “You’re doing so good for me, baby, but please, call me daddy,”

The way he looks up from between her legs makes her heart race faster. Half of his face is drenched with her slick and there’s a glisten in his eyes while his lips are crooked into a smile that’s full of bravado.

He’s still fingering her lazily, circling his thumb soothingly around her clit, not applying too much pressure because he knows that she’s sensitive. Dean leans down and kisses her, swirls his tongue around her own. He parts with a bite on her lip, making her squeal and laugh. 

“Can you fuck me now, daddy? Please?” She pouts a little for the effect but god, she’s so desperate for his cock. Desperate to feel him inside of her. 

“I can’t believe I’m saying this and you can say no, okay?” He starts while he lays himself next to her, kissing the side of her face while he rubs between her legs. Dean dips down sucking a nipple into his mouth, bites on that too, chuckles when she moans.

“What?” She asks, fearing the worst. Fearing that he’ll say that it’s been a mistake and he only wanted to go this far and no further, fearing that maybe he’ll say that he’s too tired, or that he wants to put off fucking her for real for another day, or fuck, what does she know? There are so many possibilities that run through her mind right now.

Dean noses along her cheek, his nose is still damp, and she can smell her scent off him, “I was wondering if I could fuck you without condom, and before you say anything, I know it’s stupid but god, you feel so fucking good around my cock and you’re so fucking wet, I really want to feel it,”

Oh.

Y/N can’t believe what she’s going to say either. She’s never been so careless before but fuck, she’s really so far gone, and as she said before, she doesn’t know what it is but she fucking trusts Dean. 

“I can’t believe that I’m saying it either, but please please, fuck me raw, daddy,”

“Jesus,” Dean groans as he quickly captures her mouth, tongue swiveling against her own. He sucks in her tongue before he releases it, “Come on, get on top of me,”

With one swift movement, he manages to manhandle her on top of him and she straddles his body, moving down inch by inch. He groans out again when she feels her leaving her wetness on his body on her way down. 

Spreading herself over his hard cock, she grinds her pussy lips on it, slicks it up with her juice, teasing him in the process. 

“Fuck, baby girl, don’t be a tease now,” 

She chuckles but doesn’t stop and he lets her, probably enjoying the view and her playfulness. When she’s had enough and almost bursts herself, she grabs at his cock and points it upwards. Slowly, oh so slowly, she lets herself down.

Dean let out a groan, bites down on his bottom lip as she works her way further down his shaft. He helps a little, pushing his hips up, and down again when she manages to take all of him. 

Her hands are braced on his chest and he rubs along her thighs. She needs a moment to get used to it, her walls fluttering around his girth.

“Jesus Christ,” Dean mutters under his breath, “You feel so fucking good, baby, like I thought you would. So wet and tight,”

Y/N’s plenty wet, Dean’s right about that and she gets even wetter as she starts to bounce on his shaft.

“So good, baby,” He coos, his hands on her hips, helping her guide herself up and down, “So pretty bouncing on daddy’s cock, fuck,” His one hand goes to her tit, squeezes it tight before he slaps down on her nipple, “That’s it, baby, fuck me,”

And that, she does. His words make her wetter, make her bounce on top of him harder. Up until she’s worn out and retorts to grinding. 

Dean pulls her down by her arms, kisses her as he thrusts his hips up to not lose the rhythm, “Is my baby tired, huh?”

“Uh-huh,” 

“Should daddy take over?”

“Yes, please,”

With a chuckle, Dean turns them both around until he’s on top, without slipping out of her. He gets up on his knees and pulls her closer by her legs so that her ass is on top of his thighs as he begins to fuck her deep and slow.

“Like that, baby?” He asks with one thumb circling her clit.

“Uh-huh,” 

There’s really no coherent word that she could bring past her lips. 

“Yeah?” He asks as he thrusts harder. He changes angles then, puts her down on her back and pushes her legs up so that he can thrust in even harder, “Like it hard?”

“Fuck, yeah,” 

“That’s a good girl, baby,” Dean whispers, “Your cunt, that’s mine tonight, isn’t it?”

His thrust gets deeper, just the way she likes it, making her roll her eyes to the back every time he hits her cervix.

“Yours,” She manages to say, “Fuck,”

“Who am I, baby girl?”

“Shit,” 

He starts to rub her clit while his slows his thrusting, but he still goes in deep, reaches her every corner where she wants him most, “Tell me, I want to hear you say it,”

“Daddy-, fuck, daddy, you’re my daddy,” 

“That’s right, baby girl,” He coos, “I want you to remember that, okay? Remember who makes you feel good,” 

He talks like she could ever forget him. It’s so fucking hard to and she doesn’t think she’d be able to even if she would try.

“Oh my-,” She bites on her tongue, knows that she should say his name, “Daddy, I’m fuck- you’re going to make me come,”

“That's okay, baby, come,” He pants, “I wanna feel you coming on my fat cock, can you do that for daddy, huh?” His one hand goes to her throat, claws around it and squeezes it just right. It gives her the much added trigger to explode.

Fuck , who taught him to fucking talk like this?

Dean chuckles, “I can already feel your cunt squeezing around me, baby, you’re close, so fucking close, ain’t you? Come now,”

It’s not like she needs permission, they didn’t work that out but fuck, if she’s not a good girl. So she comes, right around his cock. He releases his hand around her throat, brushing over it just lightly to smooth away the pain.

“Jesus, fuck,” Dean groans as her walls squeeze down on him. His movement starts to falter and she can feel that he’s holding himself together, “You feel so good coming on my cock, baby. You just got tighter too, fuck,”

It’s about only three hard thrusts later that he starts to tremble, “Where do you want me to come?” 

She looks up at him, her hands curl around his biceps with every hard hit to her cervix, “I want, fuck, I want you to come inside, daddy, please? Wanna feel your cum running out for days,”

“Baby, you’re a fucking nasty girl, ain’t you? Fuck,” 

Oh god. He’s right because that’s what she fucking is. She has no shame whatsoever. 

“Gonna come so deep in your cunt, baby, mark it as mine,” He thrusts faster but not as deep anymore, “How does that sound?”

“Please,” She is basically begging him.

“That’s my good girl, taking my cock so well and now my girl wants my cum too, fuck, you’re so fucking perfect,” He growls low, and pushes in twice more, hitting her cervix before he stills and spills his cum deep inside of her. 

Dean lets himself fall on top of her, braces his elbows on the side of her face so as to not crush her. He dips his head down, kisses her deep and tender while his dick still twitches inside of her with his release.

They took a shower together after that, cleaning themself off their filth and cum, and Dean’s worn out but he couldn’t help himself, made her come again in the shower on his dick alone with his thumb buried in her ass as he fucked her from behind. If he should fuck her again, he wants to try that back hole too, is almost sure that she’d let him because she went nuts when he stuck his thumb in there. Jesus, he hopes there’ll be a next time. It doesn't happen often that he wants to see a one night stand again, but with her, he’s ready to make an exception.

Now she’s really tired and almost falls asleep in his arms while he carries her over to his bed. Dean tucks her in and slides in next to her, pulling her into him and letting her rest her head on his shoulder. He kisses her gently, hand brushes away the hair from her face, knuckles grazing her cheeks.

He feels her smile into the kiss.

“Thank you,” She whispers and is already drifting off.

Dean chuckles, “You’re really something else, baby,” 

  *

He wakes in the morning, realizes that the bed next to him is empty. Tilting his head around, Dean looks at the chair, sees that her clothes are gone along with her shoes.

Heaving his aching body from the bed, he sits up and rubs his hands over his face, “Fuck,”

She’s gone. Dean doesn’t even have her number. He really doubts he’ll see her again and that’s a fucking shame. 

*

Monday rolls around and Dean’s nervous. 

He’s pissed too, because he called Gabe and persuaded his friend to go to the club again but of course she wasn’t there. He waited longer than he should have, turned down four girls because he wanted to meet the right one. He had been losing sleep because it had gotten late and the thought of having to be in the office in five hours doesn’t help. 

So he sits in the meeting room, waiting for his bosses to arrive to maybe fire him, even though he fucking aced the presentation to the project this morning.

“Hello Winchester,” Mr. Turner says as he sits down and Mrs. Mills takes the chair next to Mr. Turner. They sit across from him. 

“Mrs. Mills,” He nods, “Mr. Turner,”

“Have you been informed why we called you in today?”

“Not, really no.” Dean shakes his head as he rubs his sweaty hands on his slacks. 

Mrs. Mills smiles, “We are thinking that you’re doing a great job,”

“I am?” He cocks an eyebrow, as if he can’t believe it.

“Yeah,” Mr. Turner chimes in, “The reason for this meeting is this. You know that Mr. Campbell is retiring in a couple of weeks, right?”

“Yeah,” 

Dean knows. He’s been invited to the farewell party organized by Mr. Samuel Campbell himself. 

“Right,” Mrs. Turner nods, “We are considering you for the position.”

“Really?” He can’t hide the grin, and even if it’s a job he absolutely doesn’t want, it feels great to be considered for it.

“There’s a catch, though,” Mrs. Miller says and of course there is. There’s always a catch in this company. 

“We have a newcomer from an external company who also applied for the job. The person has a good reputation and great recommendation letters.” 

Of course. Dean nods. They always have. 

“We want to watch the two of you for about a week, two tops, see how much you’re willing to give of yourself, how driven you both are. We’re going to make a decision and please don’t take it personally if it’s not you. I’m sure the next position that opens up will be glad to have you.”

“Is this a competition?”

“See it as such, yeah. We talked about it in the boardroom and we really think it’s fair to give the other person a chance to get some more work experience in the company before we would consider them suitable for the job. With you, Mr. Winchester, we already know it, but that doesn’t mean that you have the job for sure.”

“Right,” 

He’s never good at losing but that’s because Dean never loses. He’ll have an advantage over that dude. It’s probably going to be a piece of cake. He barely has to lift a finger, probably.

“Are you ready to meet your competition? There are projects you have to work on together, so it would be good if you get acquainted with each other.” Mrs. Mills asks.

“Sure,” Dean shrugs with a nod.

Mrs. Mills gets up from her chair to walk to the door. She opens it and keeps it open wide and then it feels like the air has been punched out of Dean’s lungs.

He’d recognize that face anywhere. He also remembers those long legs in heels.

“Mr. Winchester, meet your new colleague, Ms. Y/N Y/L/N,”

Chapter Two

Please share your thoughts with me, I’d love to hear your feedback.

[peculiarpatches]

𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀'𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒  (𝗃𝗂𝗆 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋)

This imagine as one may guess, is based off of this song. 

This story includes oral, (female giving, female receiving, man giving and receiving) and a bunch of dirty talk. Also, prostitution but it’s only hinted at, it’s not actually written   out in full detail but it’s still there. I’m not sure what else to tag this as. Feedback is appreciated. I might also write a before, as well, depending if people like this one or not. 

Enjoy. x

- cierra. 

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  Jim was leaned up against a wall made of bricks, a cigarette (like always) hung in between his lips, a cloud of grey hugging his body at each puff he exhaled from the end of his cancer stick.  The smoke hung in the air, shifting like ghosts in the breeze.   He took another deep breath, inhaling the poison within his system before puffing out the product, mouth slowly open as it slips past his mouth.    "You know, smoking is a huge turn off for a lot of women, right?"  A grin builds across his face, though he doesn't turn to the person the voice belongs to. Doesn't have to. He already knows who it is. "Doesn't seem to be a turn off for you, though." He said in a casual manner, a shrug of his shoulders as he dropped the cigarette down on the pavement below him and ended the last remaining light with a bit of pressure to his boot. 

He then turns, the smile on his face only growing bigger as he looks over at the woman who may or may not have captured his heart.   (Y/N) (L/N).   "Absolutely not." She laughed softly before making her way over to him, her manicured fingers finding their way to his work uniform, instantly unbuttoning the top of his collar and down until a small patch of chest hair is exposed. Jim shivers at the sudden exposure, the cold Indiana air hitting his skin and he sucks in on his bottom lip.   She smiles at his reaction, the look of seduction easy to spot on her facial features. 

 "Oh, Jim..." She purrs, her tongue darting out of her mouth  as she wets her lips. She turns her head, eyes meeting with his as the smirk blossoms across her face.  "Isn't this what got me in trouble that night ago? Whoring myself out? That's what you said, isn't it? A pretty young lady like me shouldn't be on the streets, selling her body for money. But when it's you, I'm giving myself to.... it's fine, no?"  Jim shook his head, rolling his eyes as he scoffs. "How many times do I need to say I'm sorry for that, darling?" He questions.  "Besides," He continued, his hands running down to grip her ass from behind, fingernails digging into the all too small skirt she had wrapped around her lower body. 

"I only said it because I was upset... You were off, fooling with other men instead of fooling off with me." He said in a matter of fact tone. (Y/N)'s cheeks heat up and Jim chuckles deeply, knowing how easily frustrated she gets when he talks dirty to her.  "Doesn't matter." (Y/N) replied with a soft hum. 

"I'm your slut, right, Daddy?"  His breath hitches in his throat and he hides back a moan as he nods, almost weakly.  "That's right, baby girl. You're all mine and nobody else's." He growls, hand slipping in between her skirt  as his fingers come within contact of her bottom, (Y/N)'s own breath hitching as she flutters her eyelids shut at the sensation; at his touch.

 "Jim, please." She whines, nearly melting into him.  "Fuck me. Fuck me like that day you found me in the alley."  "Oh? You mean the alley we're in right now?" He asked.  "Is this why you called me? This was your emergency, huh? Naughty whore you are, (Y/N)... You wanted me to pound that pretty pussy of yours, right here in the open? For all of Hawkins to see? You're such a minx." He laughed as he pushes her against the wall, earning a squeak in reply from his beautiful girl.   

"Tell me how you want me, baby. And Daddy'll be more than happy to give you what you want." Her eyes were still fluttered shut but her mouth was open, tongue and throat on full display. Jim didn't need to ask any question he already knew the answer to. "On your knees then."    Nodding rapidly, (Y/N) falls to her knees, eyes finally popping open when she hears Jim unzipping his pants.  She, like he had done earlier, bites back a moan.   "Such a good cock slut..." He says in 'awe'.    "Always. Only for you."  "That's right. Only for me." He echoes her words before pressing the tip of his cock at the base of her tongue before fully sliding his cock down her throat with no issue at all.   Before, she had gagged at just the  tip, eyes pooled with water as  she choked as he tried to fuck her throat.   Now, having have done this for a few times, (Y/N) was a lot better at controlling her gag reflex and she didn't choke nearly as much as she did when she had first given him a blowjob.

   "Fuck...." He grunts, feeling the warmth of her mouth wrap around his cock. Her mouth was like Heaven. Expect, what they were doing was going to send them to Hell. They were far from being angels, far from entering the gates of Heaven.   Her tongue glides up and down his shaft, her hand reaching up to stroke his genitals as she bobs her head up and down, saliva starting to spill past her mouth, running down her chin. It was a beautiful sight.    "Such a good girl. You love feeling that cock down your throat, don't you, baby?"  All she could do was nod as Jim pushed his cock further down her mouth.  (Y/N) gagged a little and the tears were starting to form in the corner of her eyes but she, like she always did, took it like the good girl she was.   Her mouth was warm and wet and he could feel the familiar heat start to build  as she fucked his cock with her mouth.  "Easy, you'll make me cum. And I want to cum inside you." He groaned as he gripped her head, fingers curling around her hair as he pushes her off. Jutting out her bottom lip in a pout, she huffs, "I was enjoying myself."  "As was I. However, I want a taste of you on my tongue. So, be a dear and open those legs up for me." Giggling, (Y/N) spreads her legs apart and Jim couldn't hold the moan this time.  She was clean shaven and she was already slick with arousal. Oh, did he mention, (Y/N) wasn't wearing anything underneath, either? That's a very important detail.  "Take a picture, it'll last longer." She joked.  "Already got plenty of Polaroid pictures, darling. Jerk myself to photos of you every night," He announced, shooting her a wink before he sunk to his knees. Bending forward, he captures her clit with his tongue, causing  an excited squeal to slip past (Y/N)'s lips as she mewls out his name. "Oh, Jim..."  He  flicks her bud a few times before he moves his head further  down to wrap his lips around it - he sucks softly, just the way he knows that she loves.  Above him, he hears a soft thud. 

  He's quick to pull away, worried he had done something or she had somehow hurt herself. Instead, he finds (Y/N) with a complete blissed out look on her face; bottom lip dragged between her teeth, head thrown back, eyes closed shut. "Don't stop. Please, don't stop, Hopper."  "Look at me. Open your eyes and say that." Naturally, (Y/N) does as she is told. She repeats her sentence, this time  in a frustrated tone.  "Good girl." Like before, he falls back down and buries his face in between her thighs.   "Hopper... Jim... Daddy, I'm close." She announces in a breathy tone.  Jim said nothing, only continued his actions. He  wanted nothing more than to make her legs wither and shake. Make  her voice tremble as she moaned out his name and only his name. Jim wanted to be the only man to pleasure her. He wanted her, not just for sexual favors but wanted her as a person. Wanted her to be his. "Daddy, daddy, yes, yes, oh fuck, right there, I'm coming!"  As she yells these words, his tongue darts back down to (Y/N)'s clit again. He had been literally fucking her cunt with his tongue for more than a few minutes now: Simply,  sliding the edge of his tongue back and forth, tasting what he guessed was the aftermath of her orgasm.  His jaw was beginning to ache, as were his knees in this position,  but he didn't care. He was too focused on pleasing her; making her happy. (And horny.) Jim pulls away, his chin coated with her juices. (Not that he was complaining.)   She looked completely out of it. Her face appeared flush, her chest rose up and down at a rapid rate as she tried to bring her breathing back to a normal rate.   Her pupils were wide and blown, as if she had just got done drinking and the liquor was starting to hit. Jim could use a drink right now, if he was being honest.  "I want more." She said.  "Huh?" "I know you're old but.... can't be that old to go deaf, can you? I said, I want more. I want you, Jim. Please.... As much as I love your cock in my throat and your mouth on my pussy, I want your cock in my pussy."  "I don't know, sweetheart...."  "Please? Please, Daddy? I've been a good girl, haven't I? I'm clean, too, promise. I'll even show you my results if need to be. I want you. I want you deep in me. Wanna feel you even when you're pulling out. Want to feel you tomorrow and the day after. Want to feel you deep inside me, inside my stomach. Want to see that cock in my belly, bulging out. God only knows it will. Give it to me, Jim. Please...." "Not here." He said finally. "You deserve a place somewhere warm and comfortable." "So.... your car?" (Y/N) asks with a laugh. Jim shakes his head. "No, I can take you back to my place. I want to take you back to my place." He confesses.  "Oh." She says, surprised. "I'd love that."  "Me, too." "Well, let's get going then! I want you and I want you bad." *~*  As soon as the car is pulled up to his cabin, and as soon as they step out of his vehicle,  their hands are both all over each other as well as their lips within only a few seconds. "Can't tell you how badly I've wanted this." (Y/N) announces.  "Fuck.... me, too, baby." Jim agrees. He fishes for his  keys out of the back of his pocket before shoving them in the front door once he finds them.  Twisting it to the side, he unlocks it with ease before he's bending forward and lifting (Y/N) in his arms, carrying her inside.  He shuts the door behind him with his foot and carries her over to the couch. As soon as she is on the cushions, she's undressing herself. No time to kill, so it would seem. Jim is quick to follow, kicking his pants aside and slipping out of his shirt and jacket.  "Give it to me, Jim Hopper. Been thinking about this ever since the night I first met you."  "Is that so?" He asks, eyebrow raised and a smirk across his face as she confesses that sentence.  He walks over to the couch, cock on full display and as hard as a rock.  He hovers above her, lying her legs on the opposite end as he slowly teases her entrance with the tip of his cock.  

"Just fuck me!" She screams in agony. If someone were to have been walking in the woods, they would’ve assumed someone was screaming bloody murder. In reality, it was just a woman, begging to be fucked like there was no tomorrow. 

  "Fuck me," She begs again. "Hopper, please-" "As you wish." He whispers, cutting her off  as he slides in between her folds, a gasp leaving his lips at the tightness that surrounds him. "Oh, (Y/N).... you're so tight." He groans as he rocks back and forth,  pushing his cock further in her walls, slowly but surely, pushing every inch of him inside her. "Daddy, fuck...."  "I can stop-" "No, please, no.... Go. It's okay. I'm a good girl, right? Go on. Fuck me. I can handle it. I can handle a little pain.."   (Y/N)'s voice is as quiet as a church mouse. Her eyes, like earlier, are drifting close, half open, half closed. Her nipples are hard too, Jim notices, therefore he pinches her nub with his index finger and thumb, earning a whine to slip past her lips. 

"That's right. You're right. I know how much you love the pain," He grunts. "Maybe, next time, I can put my cuffs on you and fuck you in the back of my police car. Wanted to fuck you in the backseat of it when I arrested you that night." He admitted. "You should've but that night ended good, regardless." She said, biting her lower lip as his fingers continue to pinch, pull and tug on her nipples.  "Who would've guessed that night would lead up to all these  secret little rendezvouses?" She asked with a giggle before the giggle is quick to be replaced by a high pitched moan, Jim hitting a certain spot — that special spot.  "Oh, I'm going-" "Me, too." "Want to do it together?" She asks, breathless, her walls tightening around him as her legs wrap around his waist as she begins to thrust down against his cock, ready to feel him explode within her, as she will with him.  "Yes, fuck, yes baby girl." The two are silent for a moment as they rock out their highs together then- "Jim- fuck, Jim, I love you, oh fuck..." (Y/N) throws her head back as she climaxes with her mouth dropped open and body nearly levitating off of the couch. (She had never had an orgasm that good before where she felt like she was floating.)  "I love you, too, (Y/N).. Fuck- I'm coming." Jim groans before he's coming inside, exploding deep within her walls. With a hiss, he pulls out and falls back by the end of her feet, trying to attempt to catch his breath.  "Was that okay?" He asked, breathing heavy.  "More than okay." (Y/N) whispered back. "Jim?"  "Yes, baby?" He asks, looking over at her with a look of confusion on his face. "Was it the heat of the moment or did you mean it?" She asked, sitting up as slowly as she can. (She was right.... even when he wasn't inside her, she could feel the phantom feeling of his cock deep within her still.)  "What? I love you? Me, saying that?" He laughed softly as he crawled back above her, pressing a kiss - their first one - to her lips. "I meant it. I wouldn't have said it if I didn't."  "I love you, too." "And don't worry, I know.... it's scary. Love, that is..... but don't worry. Nothing's going to hurt you, baby. As long as you're with me, you'll be just fine." (Y/N) grinned from ear to ear before placing her hand back behind his head and crashing their lips together again.  One kiss became two which became three and so on and so on. 

[captainsdolly]

Andy Barber fucking you in a semi public place (hc)

18+ only!

I suck at titles lol 

Pairing: Andy Barber x reader

Warnings: Smut, Andy and reader hate each other (do they?), mean Andy, mean reader, kind of angry sex?

Requested by anon

Not proof read, sorry for any fuck ups

You and Andy have been working together for over a year now and let me tell you this: that man is a pain in the ass

You may be significantly younger than him but you're not stupid, you know what you're doing and you have this job because you've earned it

Law has always been your passion and this piece of fuck makes you want to quit and move to another country

Andy always knows best, he's always correcting you, even in front of your clients and it makes you look incompetent

Does he get off on making you feel like shit?

He's hot though, you'll give him that lol

So when you saw him approaching you this morning, you knew the day was going to suck

Turns out you're going to be working on a case together, yay! 

"Listen, I don't like this either, I have one kid at home and now they're telling me I have to babysit another one", he scoffed and you were taken aback

You almost bitch slapped him right then and there

So now here you are, driving in a car with him, obviously he's the driver because he wouldn't let you drive his car, it's so precious to him, seriously choke on your own dick man

His eyes are on the road and his jaw is clenched tight because you're turning up the volume on the radio, singing some stupid song and he just wants to stop the car and make you walk the rest of the way

But you have an hour and a half to get to the meeting so he sucks it up and does his best to ignore you

"Can you turn it down a bit?", he gritted his teeth, his knuckles turning white on the steering wheel

"Can you not talk to me?", you didn't even spare him a glance, humming to the song and reading through the indictment

You almost have it memorized at this point, you don't want to give him another chance to make you look like a fool in front of the client

And to be completely fair you're really good at what you do, so it kinda looks like he's always looking for an excuse to be a dick to you

He turns down the volume and you turn it up again, he glares at you and just turns the radio off

"Is that why you can never focus when we're meeting our clients? Your head is filled with song lyrics instead of stuff that actually matter?"

"It's filled with both, maybe my brain is bigger than yours"

Your eyes don't leave the paper even though you just want to punch him in the face, his eyes look over your body briefly and he squints at you

"Well, maybe I don't need to distract myself with music to-"

"Fuck off", you say calmly and he huffs out a laugh

"Very mature"

Twenty minutes pass by, and you can't seem to focus on the paper, you sigh and glance at Andy

You freeze when you catch him just staring at your legs and the tips of his ears turn red as soon as he realizes you're looking at him

He clears his throat and looks away and you chuckle because girl did you see how he licked his lips while he was staring at you?

"You hungry?" He breaks the awkward silence and pulls into a parking lot in front of a nice looking diner before you even have the chance to answer

"Technically, we're on the clock, we can't-"

"It's almost lunchtime", he glances at his watch and gets out of the car, before opening the door for you

He's walking so fast you're having trouble catching up with him but then he just stands in front of the diner and peeks through the glass door

You stop behind him, looking over his shoulder

"If you want to eat, I'd recommend getting inside"

He turns to you with a scowl, his brows furrowed as he looks around the empty parking lot

"It's closed"

"Oh no. Are you going to cry?" you give him a fake pout and you can see his nostrils flaring. "I wanna get back to my notes, can we go?"

"You know, your notes ain't worth shit, honey. How do you think you look when we're having a meeting and you just scribble something down in your cute little notebook? Like an amateur. You're not in college anymore. You should be thankful I've decided to take you under my wing because where would you be now, without me, huh?"

"Probably working with someone better than you", you gave yourself a mental high five when you saw his hands balling into fists, his eyes dark and he looks about ready to pounce on you

"Take it back", he growls out and you just laugh in his face, ready to go back to the car

You turn on your heel and the next thing you know, you're being pushed against the wall and his lips are on yours, his arms caging you in

Your mind goes blank and your hands automatically wrap around his torso, but he pulls away before you have the chance to relax into the kiss

"What are you doing?"

He stares at you for a second, swallowing thickly as he's trying to think of a way out

Does he want a way out of this?

Nope

"I'm... what does it look like? I'm kissing you", his rough voice doesn't match his eyes, they're scanning your face intently, looking for any sign of hesitation

You just look at each other for a minute, your breaths heavy, eyes dark and you're so close to each other your noses are touching

Your fingers twist into the soft material of his shirt and you're pulling him down, the kiss is rough and passionate and it almost makes your knees buckle

His hand slides down and next thing you know, he's tearing your panties into shreds and you gasp into his mouth

At this point, he's basically fucking your mouth with his tongue, his fingers dancing around your folds, circling your little nub

You break the kiss and hurriedly undo his belt but he stops you, looks around, and grips your wrist, dragging you to the back of the building where no one can see you

As soon as your back hits the wall he's on his knees before you, one of his hands grasping your thigh while the other slides up your stomach and under your shirt

"Get up, we don't have time for foreplay," you push his hand away and he looks up landing a harsh slap on your thigh

"Do you have to be so annoying even now?" he huffs, quickly standing up and hiking your skirt up, his other hand fumbling with his belt as you pull him down for a kiss

"I really don't like you," you breathe and he almost laughs at that, his hard, leaking cock already at your entrance

"I really don't give a fuck," he says through clenched teeth, right as his hips snap forward, his hand grasping your thigh and hooking your leg around his waist

"Shit, Andy," you moan out, hiding your face in his neck as he pounds into you, every harsh thrust punctuated by a groan

"That’s mister Barber to you," he says lowly, and you pull away narrowing your eyes at him, your fingers grasping his shoulders

"How about mister dickhead?" you pant out in between his thrusts and he laughs breathily, his other hand grasping your other thigh and he picks you up, slamming you hard against the wall

"Jesus Christ, I'm trying to fuck, can you cooperate just this once?"

Your hips and back are being repeatedly slammed against the wall and your head falls forward, against his shoulder,  as you're getting closer and closer to your peak

You can feel his cock pulsating inside you and you whine, it feels like he's fucking swelling and the head of his cock is poking your cervix

His eyes are squeezed shut as his thrusts gain in speed, his jaw hanging open

"Yeah, fucking take it. That what you wanted, huh? You just needed to get laid?" his voice is barely audible, "I fucking knew it"

His words bring you closer to orgasm and you let out a shaky moan, your walls tightening around him and your body tense

The first wave of your orgasm hits you so suddenly your eyes snap open and you cry out, your cunt throbbing

"There it is. Little miss perfect cumming around her superior’s cock in an empty parking lot. If I had known you were so eager, I'd have fucked that tight, needy pussy of yours long ago," he husked, fucking into you frantically, his hips stuttering

Your body was limp in his arms, your pussy still pulsating around his cock, at this point it was so sensitive, every thrust of his hips made you whine and cry out into his neck

Hooking his arms around your shoulders, his body lunged forward as he felt himself getting closer, his cock nearly tearing you in half and his balls slapping against your ass

"Holy shit, fuck... Can I cum in you? Let me cum in that pussy, wanna see it leaking out of you," he groaned, his breaths getting heavy

"No, you're not wearing a condom, what the fuck is wrong with you?"

He set you back to your feet with a growl, and next thing you know, your back is against his chest and he's hiking your skirt up, exposing your bare ass

He reaches for your hand and wraps it around his cock, using it to jerk himself, his other hand pressing on your shoulder blade, making you arch your back

"Gonna fucking shoot my load, gonna fucking cum on your ass," he grunts, his hand squeezing yours around his cock, fucking into it

Your legs almost give out as his hand squeezes your shoulder to keep you still, his hot cum shooting right on your bare ass, sliding between your ass cheeks and probably on your pussy

"Oh my fucking god," you moan, letting go of his cock and bracing both of your hands against the wall, your ass pushing back against his cock

He steps back finally, tucking himself back into his pants, and looks at you for a second, a proud smirk on his lips

"I should take a picture of you"

"Don't you dare," you straighten up, smoothing out your skirt, avoiding Andy's eyes

He notices it, of course he notices it, that fucker

He walks up to you, taking his handkerchief out of his breast pocket and offers it to you, his shoulders visibly relaxed

"This stays between us," you say as you get back into the car, clean and satisfied but also what the hell, you just got fucked by Andy Barber

He nods and turns the radio on, smiling when he hears you humming along

He’s thrumming his fingers on the steering wheel, biting the inside of his cheek and you know he's thinking about something

"What?" You ask

"You free this Saturday?"

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The Purse

Based Off Of This Ask

A/N: This ask really got my wheels turning about what’s going on in Harry’s purse...so I wrote a lil something. Enjoy🙃

Being with you really taught Harry about the value of carrying a purse around. Now it wasn’t for the obvious reasons like being able to carry around things that weren’t able to fit in his pockets, or being able to carry around extra things. It was for the sole and simple reason of you having the habit of being a brat. And it wasn’t like you were unknowingly doing little things that just so happened to push his buttons; that would just make him a complete dick. Instead, you were going out of your way to piss him off, and then act all innocent as if you had no idea as to what you’d done. This was a constant battle that Harry wasn’t going to put up with for much longer. 

You were always doing something. You’d sneakily bring your hand down to touch him through his pants, you’d talk back and go tit for tat on everything Harry said, you’d call him daddy out in public, knowing that’s the tried and true thing that can get him riled up, and you’d even flash him a little when you and Harry were in a more secluded area. To add onto all that, your clothes were getting tighter and shorter, which drew out more and more of his possessiveness with every inch you lost in length and any bit of space you were continuing to lose between you and your clothes. At first Harry thought that it was just a cute little act or whatever and you were just putting on a little show for him. But all of it was becoming a bit much Harry felt like it was time to get you back to the good girl you one were and still have the ability to be. He didn’t want to wait until he got home to punish you. He wanted to nip your behavior in the bud right then and there. If you were going to misbehave (which you were; it is you after all), Harry wanted to make sure you remembered every last detail of the torture you had to endure because of it. 

And the devices that would be used for said torture were kept in Harry’s black leather purse.  

Now even though Harry brings the purse along with him because you have a tendency to be a little brat, Harry still liked having a bit more space to carry some extra things. That’s why when it came to your punishment “devices”, Harry kept their quantity to a minimum. He had three simple items that he kept in there that never failed to do just the trick when you were in need of a punishment. 

For starters, Harry liked to keep a shiny steel princess plug with a pretty jewel and a little bell on top. He’d been training your second, much tighter, hole for a good while. When he began playing with you there, Harry purchased a set of three plugs. He kept the chain that came along with the plugs in you guys’ box of toys for special occasions and he made the most out of the pretty plugs he’d bought for you (well mainly him). They all had a different colored jewel and two little bells that corresponded with the color of the jewel. Every time Harry sees those little bells, he always gives himself a little pat on the back in his head for choosing that particular set of plugs. He had a bit of a thing for seeing you a little embarrassed and flustered. He loved seeing you when you’re completely shy and blushing. And the bells managed to pull that from you perfectly. After he was all done with your punishment and it was time to integrate yourselves back into whatever you both left, you had to walk out with a small jingling sound after every last step you took. Not too long after he began using the plugs to train your hole, Harry realized that you had a little bounce to your step, which meant that with every step you took those bells would make a little sound. And everyone would hear it; especially if you were wearing a cute little skirt as one of your little bratty tactics. But the most important part, the actual plug, was a bit bigger than the one before it as you went up the set. As you got better at taking the stretch and holding the plug inside you, the size increased. With the plugs, he only used the first two before moving on to dildos and now his cock. He did things this way so that he could save the plug with the largest diameter and length for your punishments. It’d fill you up nicely, but it wouldn’t stuff you the way his cock would. It’d just sit inside you until Harry felt like it was time to take it out. And since the plug wouldn’t stuff you the way his cock would, you would have a serious case of the squirms. You’d try to move it around inside you and even attempt to sneakily drop your hand down there to manually move it around. So in conclusion, the pretty little (well fairly large) plug was the first, and very effective step in your much needed punishments that Harry made sure to keep in his bag just in case he needed to put (more like punish) you back in line. 

The next of the three items that Harry kept in his bag was warming, Watermelon flavored lube. When he found this, Harry felt like he’d hit the jackpot. Not only did the lube have warning capabilities, it was also flavored. Now this was believe it or not, one of the things that Harry thought about extensively. The lube you guys used in the past was one of the warming kind, but it wasn’t flavored. And judging by the fact that your punishments would be a little intense, and at random when you were acting in public, around friends, or both...you were going to need a flavor. A flavored lube would be a must have because after he uses the tips of his index and pointer fingers to coat your puckered entrance, he can bring the same two fingers up and push them into your mouth to muffle your moans as he inserted the plug into you. He could’ve just brought it to your mouth and made suck on it to get it all wet, but the you had the tendency to suck on his fingers even more when you liked the taste. And on top of all that, simply slathering the gel down there(and sometimes on your nipples as well) would create a warm and slight tingling sensation, adding onto the already and undoubtedly very warm and very tingly sensation that was already present in your panties and your entire body. So the travel sized bottle of the warming and flavored lube was another absolute must and a great addition to your punishments.

And the final, most impactful thing out of the three that Harry kept with him was a hot pink silicone egg vibrator. This one was the thing out of them all that was pretty much designed to drive you up a wall and make you crazy. The way it glided right inside you and just sat there was absolutely insane. And the vibrations were beyond powerful. The first setting alone sent you on the verge of complete collapse. To make things better, Harry didn’t believe in letting you coast through the first setting. Sure the vibrations of that setting were beyond powerful and you struggled to hold yourself up, but you could still steadily manage to keep your composure. And Harry would not and will never go for that. Which means that he’d skip over the first two settings and go straight to the third. That’s a bit over the halfway mark which means that you’re very close to the highest setting, and that you’re on the verge of tears, collapsing, and fainting. 

Now the vibrator played a large role in the breakdown of your stability in these moments but it wasn’t the only reason. See, before Harry would even think to push the vibrating egg into you, he’d push his cock into you instead. He’d give you (and your walls) a very good pounding. He’d let you experience the immense pleasure that came along with taking his cock hard inside you. by the time Harry’s worked up enough to even consider punishing you, He’d listen to you go on and on incoherently about how good it feels when he slams into you. As he continues and feels himself nearing the edge, he reaches into his bag to fish out the vibrator to  push it into you. And just as he feels himself being catapulted off of that edge, Harry completely lets go of everything he has, emptying it all right inside of you. Now in the midst of Harry’s intense release, your release is denied and ignored. “I wanna feel that cute and quivering little pussy to cum ‘round my cock but only good girls are allowed to cum.” Harry’d pant as he comes down from his high. He’d deny your release with every punishment. And to make matters worse, Harry would pull his cock from you, and replace it with the vibrator. He’d push it all the way inside and take your panties in the process, allowing the little tail of the toy to dangle between your legs a bit. If you were wearing a little skirt (which you probably were because you were a little minx) it fell dangerously close to the hem. But luckily for you, it wasn’t long enough for anyone to see. 

As you two are leaving the bathroom, Harry would turn the on the egg (to the third setting of course). Causing you to cling onto Harry for dear life and plead, cry, and lowly whimper (you were trying to do your best to remain inconspicuous to everyone around) for him to turn it down as you two went back out. But to continue your torture, Harry’d simply pull his phone, with you still clinging onto him and open the app that controls the vibrating toy inside you and drag his finger down the screen to lower the vibrations. As a result of him doing this, you make the mistake of letting out a sigh of relief. By letting Harry know that you were finally comfortable (even though your legs were still like water), he was going to make sure that you were the farthest from comfortable. So with you continuing to cling onto him and hovering over to take a peek at his phone, Harry quickly drags his finger up the screen, bringing the toy’s speed all the way up to the highest setting, and you even closer to falling apart. He would then proceed to move his finger up and down the phone screen, continuously fluctuating the the speed and intensity of the vibrator. He’d do this for a little while, sending you right onto the brink of a downward spiral before bringing it back down to the third setting. 

Harry always kept these things with him and he always made sure to use them on you whenever he felt as though it was appropriate. And since you were you and were constantly taking the opportunity to be a little brat, there was almost never a time where Harry didn’t feel as though it was appropriate. And to get a real sense of just how appropriate Harry felt it was to punish you in those moments, he uses every last one of these “devices” every single time he has to drag you away to teach you a lesson.

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Pete’s Visit pt 2 - Russ & Lennon - dehumanizing language, petting, smoking, collars, Pete

Russell didn’t bother greeting them at the door the next day. Pete shouldered his way in, gracing the entryway in a breeze of clean cologne, a black pea coat, and saddled with a few expensive-looking shopping bags. Lennon shut the door behind them and fought the instinct to push in front of them and run up the stairs into Russell’s office as fast as he could. Maybe Russell would even let him curl up under the desk by his legs.

“Bit rude of him to send the dog to the door,” Pete huffed, bags rustling at his sides as they made their way to Russell. He was in his office chair, a pair of reading glasses propped up in his hair, rubbing a hand tiredly over the day-old stubble on his jaw.

Lennon had slept on the loveseat the past two nights to keep him company, and felt a lance of guilt every time he saw Russell’s eyelids drop closed at his desk. He hadn’t missed a detrimental amount of work, but wasn’t exactly used to the amount of leniency in his schedule.

“Working hard or hardly working?” Pete quipped, dropping the bags and roughing a fist into Russell’s hair. He batted at Pete half-heartedly and rolled his eyes, pushing back from his desk so he could turn to face them.

Kitty picked up the bags and stood in the open doorway, rubbing the toe of one shoe up and down the back of her other leg. She’d had her roots touched up and was wearing makeup now, her lips shiny and her eyes bigger.

“Please tell me you didn’t come here just to harang me about work, Pete. I’ve caught up on everything, unless you’ve got something extra laborious in your back pocket?”

Pete shooed Kitty out and shut the door, shooting a cursory glance at Lennon who was sat on the floor in front of the loveseat, a book open in his lap.

“You gotta help me with Kitty, man. She’s fucking miserable. I took her out around town yesterday, got her hair and nails done, booked a reservation that made a dent in my wallet, and she still won’t put out. It's like highschool all over again.” He was bouncing a leg, his fingers tapping along the top of Russell’s office chair. Agitated.

Lennon wanted to bolt.

“Hey kid,” Russell was looking at Lennon softly. “Go hang out with Kitty, yeah? I’ll be out soon.”

Lennon got up and put the book back where he got it and hesitated at the door. Russell winked conspiratorially and Lennon left, shutting the door with a quiet click.

Kitty wasn’t in the hallway, but Lennon found her in the living room, digging through the shopping bags on the coffee table. She flinched a little when she saw him.

“Hey, sweetie.”

“Good afternoon, ma’am.”

She seemed flustered, jutting out her bottom lip to blow her hair out of her face while she rummaged.

“Can I help you find somethin’, ma’am?”

Lennon moved toward the closest bag, a small matte black one with something embossed in silver on the side. He wondered how much money Pete made.

“No, no, honey. I’m just a little disorganized today. We’ve got to sort through some of our purchases before we head back home. Can’t haul this mess through the airport.”

She gave up after another moment of digging and sat on the couch, patting the empty seat beside her. Lennon wouldn’t, usually, but it seemed like Kitty needed it more than he did.

He sat and drew his legs up to his chest, wrapping his arms around them and knocking his temple softly against his knees. Kitty took out a carton of cigarettes from her purse and bit one out, tugging it with her teeth and lighting it in quick succession.

Lennon wanted to say something but he didn’t know if smoking was allowed or not. He made a mental note to ask Russell later, and prayed silently that he wouldn’t get in trouble for it.

“C’mere, sweetie.” She tugged on his upper arm and he let himself move down til his head was in her lap, her hand in his hair. He felt the light scraping of her salon nails on his scalp and thought of Russell’s big, warm hands moving through his hair. Kitty’s hands were cold and it made a shiver jerk through him.

“This’s nice.” Her voice sounded far away, like she didn’t realise she was speaking out loud.

Lennon made an agreeable sound and moved his cheek along the itching fabric of her skirt. It was nice, she smelled like the inside of a church and lilacs, and even the cigarette smell was comforting after a while.

They sat in companionable silence until the office door opened. Lennon sat up and moved around the coffee table until he was sitting on the floor in front of Russell’s chair. He felt a little dirty, a tight tingling in his stomach as he watched the bottom of the stairs. Like he’d betrayed his master somehow.

Pete hopped the last three steps and took off his coat, an open black dress shirt underneath with a matching black belt and slacks. The monochrome of his outfit was cut by the gold at his belt, and the class ring on his hand.

Russell walked past him and slumped down into his chair, moving his hand over Lennon’s hair. Lennon pushed into it and turned to Russell, keeping his eyes on Russell’s chin.

“Come here.”

Lennon must’ve been willing him to say it, but the voice didn’t come from in front of him. It came from Pete. He turned around slowly and let his eyes trail up until they settled on Pete’s neck.

Surely he wasn’t talking to Lennon? He turned back to Russell and set his mouth against Russell’s jeans. His voice came out hot and muffled against the fabric.

“Is it okay to smoke in the house, sir?”

Kitty giggled across the room and Russell grinned. One of his canines was turned in slightly, Lennon noted.

“Yeah, kid. I used to, all the time.”

That was the tinge in his room, in his sheets. Lennon tried to shake the image of his master smoking in the bed they shared, the filter pinched between his lips, his eyes hazy behind the smoke. He moved his legs closer together and nodded, his lips moving against the seam of Russell’s jeans.

“Lennon.”

Lennon whipped around. Pete was standing a foot away from him now, the black shopping bag hooked on two of his fingers. He could kick Lennon from here. Step on his fingers, press the heel-

“Yes, sir?” It felt like a violation to even call him that.

“Got a little somethin’ for ya,” he drawled, proffering the bag. Lennon reached for it but Pete snatched it back, smiling. “Ah, ah, ah. It’s a surprise, for Russ. C’mon, kitchen.”

Russell was smiling at Pete (oh look, brother’s playing nice) when Lennon went to check, so he got up and followed Pete into the kitchen. The muted sunlight washed everything out and made it colder somehow, and Lennon found himself wanting to reach for the light switch.

Pete set the bag down and took a small, black box from it, shuffling the lid off.

“Cost a pretty penny but it's nothing but the best for my brother,” he said, almost reverently, as he put the lid in the bag.

Lennon stared at it.

Slightly on the thicker side, looped twice into a white cushion. A silver chain.

He felt all the air leave his body at once, his head spun, and he clutched at the counter for any sort of purchase.

Pete moved forward and used his free hand to keep Lennon up, stepping closer until he had Lennon pinned against the island. He took the necklace out and unclasped it, wrapping it around Lennon’s neck and clipping it again at the back. It settled, cold and blunt, against the skin of his throat, the second loop stopping in the middle of his sternum.

Pete’s voice was soft, laced with venom. “I think it suits you.”

Lennon made a telling noise in his throat and watched as Pete’s mouth curved into a pleased smile. “Happy to have your collar back, dog?”

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In the cloak of the night

Summary: A night on which your friend ditched you, turned out to be the most eventful night you maybe had in your life. All thanks to the tall and handsome stranger you met and who couldn’t keep his hands to himself. Not even when you were waiting for the bus to take both of you to your place...

Pairing: Syverson / F!Reader

Wordcount: 2.586

Warnings: alcohol, smut. exhibtionism, dirty talk

A/N: With a two day delay it’s here. Enjoy *winks*

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By now you were pretty sure your friend wouldn’t be joining you in the pub. It was Saturday, you were wearing a way too short skirt and all you wanted to do was get drunk with your best friend on the day you would have gotten married.

That was if you hadn’t found out your ex fiance had another fiance in another part of town. The things you discovered ever since you broke the engagement could be straight out of a novel.

That was now six months ago. 

Sighing, you leaned with your head on your hand ordering yourself another Gin Tonic. That really was typical. She kept nagging you about to go out more, to make some effort and then she stood you up.

Rolling your eyes you decided to stay for the next drink and then make your way home. If you were quick, you could still catch another rerun of Charmed on tv. 

Laughter from the other side of the pub made you turn your head to find out where it was coming from. A group of men in camouflage was sitting at the biggest table of the bar. You knew that a bunch of army people had been back from wherever they had been for the last few months, but you didn’t know it had been that many. 

A pair of blue eyes meet yours out of the group of men. He had very short dark hair, a wild scruff in his face hiding most of his face from view. For what felt like minutes he looked at you, his eyes not leaving yours until you both snapped out of it, him because somebody wanted something and you because another glass of gin tonic was set down in front of you.

For the next half hour, you casually looked over your shoulder, to steal another gaze but he was nowhere to be seen. You huffed. Story of your life. 

You weren’t a supermodel, but you were happy with how you looked. Sure you could work out more, your mother kept saying that you never would find a man again if you didn’t put a bit more effort in how you looked, yet as long as you were happy, you wouldn’t give a damn.

“Excuse me?” Someone asked beside you. Already sighing, you turned around only to find the man from earlier staring down at you. If his eyes were what caught your attention at first, the second was certainly his stature. He was huge. His biceps were probably bigger than your head. A little grin sneaked to his face when you didn’t say anything.

“Sorry.” You shyly said, probably blushing. He genuinely smiled at you, his face softening.

“I was wondering if I could invite you for a drink?” He asked.

“Aren’t you busy catching up with your guys?” You asked teasingly.

“Nah. I’ve seen those fuckers every day for 5 months.” He laughed, his hand coming up to rub the back of his head.

“Blink once if you need someone to save you.” You leaned in and whispered. He looked at you surprised and you could see a fleck of brown in his left eye. He winked once at you, making you laugh, before he sat down on the seat next to you.

“What can I get ya?” He asked, already waving to the waiter.

“Nothing yet.” You pointed to your still half full glass.

“Well then, I’d like a beer and some mozzarella sticks.” He said.

He told you his name was Sy and he was an army captain just back from a 5 month stay in Iraq. He’d be home for three months before he had to go back for another 5 months before he was done for good.

“Isn’t that hard?” You asked.

“You get used to it.” He shrugged. The longer you talked the more both of you had turned towards another.

“It’s not like I have much to come back here to anyway. I have my dog and my mom.”

“No friends?” You asked. He shook his head.

“Not really. I never invested time in friends because I’m not around much.”

“That sounds lonely. What about girlfriends?” You sucked your bottom lip in. He looked at you for a while, his eyes not leaving yours.

“No girlfriends. I mean there was this woman I loved but…” He shook his head looking away from you. You reached for his arm and waited until he looked at you.

“I get it. Let’s not talk about it,” you said quietly. He nodded at you and you dared to steal one of his mozzarella sticks.

“Didn’t take you for a thief.” He chuckled.

“You’ve known me for an hour, Captain. You haven’t even scratched the surface on who I am.” You winked, eating the mozzarella stick.

An hour later you found yourself in his arms as you danced along to the band that was performing on stage. You were standing with your back against his chest, his arms around your waist. He was so tall, his head didn’t even have to rest on top of yours. The fact that he was so much bigger than you was making you all kinds of tingly.

His fingers brushed over the exposed skin of your stomach. You could feel his hard muscles on your back. He was exactly what you needed. A man who you knew you would have no future with because he would leave in a matter of time. That didn’t mean you couldn’t have some fun. You never had a one night stand in your life but….

Turning in his arms you looked up at him before you could talk yourself out of it and grinned up at him.

“Come down here.” You said, and when he leaned down you kissed him, catching him by surprise. He groaned against your lips, as his arms pulled you closer, his tongue brushing over your lips, deepening the kiss. Grasping the fabric of his shirt you clang to him. One of his hands on your back sneaking under your shirt, caressing your skin. He tasted of beer and something unique you were growing addicted to.

The band finished their song, the crowd around you applauding.

“You wanna get out of here?” You asked against his lips. He nodded, before he kissed you again, taking your hand and going back to the bar where you left your stuff.

The very short way to the bus stop a little down the street took way longer than anticipated. Which could have to do with the fact that Sy couldn’t keep his hands off of you. His lips seemed to be glued to your neck and you were pretty sure you would end up with a hickey. Which was kinda hot. 

When you came to a stop at the bus station and studied the plan, you sighed.

“Next bus will be here in 30 minutes,” you said. His arms sneaked around your waist, his chest pressed against your back and you could feel just how hard he was. Never in your life had you been this horny. For anyone really.

“I can’t wait that long,” he whispered against your ear as he leaned down, making you shiver.

“I think you can, big boy. It’s not like you can fuck me here out in the open.” You chuckled.

“And why is that?” He asked, his big hands running down your sides, resting on your thighs as you leaned into him.

“Because this is an open street and my bed is way more comfortable…” you argued, his lips kissing up your neck.

“My lap is very comfortable,” he whispered.

“I don’t have condoms…” You tilted your head, giving him more space.

“I have some…” He sucked on your earlobe, making you moan.

“Always prepared, Captain?” You teased.

“Better safe than sorry.” He grinned.

Where you really about to let a man you had met only hours before fuck you at a bus station?

“I promise I’ll make you cum on my tongue for the rest of the night…” He whispered against your ear, as one of his hands ran up your thigh.

“I haven’t had sex in 9 months…” you whimpered when you felt his hand between your legs.

“Try a year.” You let your head fall back against his shoulder.

“Fuck….” You closed your eyes. Your panties were soaked. Looking around the empty and dark street, the only light coming from the streetlamp next to the bus station, you decided to give in. He was right, you couldn’t wait until the bus was here. 

Turning in his arms you ran your hands up his back to his neck, pulling him down so you could kiss him hard. He groaned against your lips and you opened your mouth for him as he picked you up and carried you to a bench where he sat down with you straddling him, his lips still on yours. 

“Are we really doing this?” You asked, moaning when his hands landed on your ass under your skirt.

“We better, otherwise I gotta somehow take care of this boner.” He grinned, making you laugh. You kissed him again, your hands holding on to his shirt, slowly running down his chest until you  felt the outline of his cock through his pants, making him hiss. 

“I always thought only pornstars have cocks like that.” You chuckled.

“A Veteran as a porn star?” He asked, his eyebrow raised, as if he was thinking about it. One of his hands opened the buttons of the blouse you were wearing, exposing your lacy black bra.

“You’ll be a rich guy. Can I be your manager?” You joked, biting your lip when both of his hands massaged your boobs, his fingers harshly pulling the lace down, to expose your nipples to him. 

“What do you want as payment?” He grinned, leaning down and sucked on one of your nipples, his eyes looking up at you. You felt his teeth pulling it making you whine, your hands flying up to hold onto his neck, your hips rolling on top of him, making him growl.

“Can we talk about that after you make me cum?” You whispered. The only answer you got was his other hand pulling at your other nipple, rolling it between his fingers.

“Sy... “ You moaned. He released your nipple with a plop, making you breathe in deep as he leaned back at the bench, looking at you with hungry eyes as his hand pulled out a condom out of his pants pocket. You bit your lip, casually looking around to make sure that there wasn’t anyone around.

“We could stop…” he said. All you did was take his hand, bringing it between your legs.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet, Captain. Any second thoughts?” You asked. He looked up at you, thinking, before you felt his fingers rubbing over your soaked panties.

“When we’re at your place…” He said quietly, pulling your panties to the side, as you opened his belt.

“I’m gonna fuck you on every flat surface that I can find.” You felt his finger exploring your pussy, making you breathe deeply to stop yourself from moaning as you opened the fly of his pants, your hand sneaking inside, not even surprised to find that he wasn’t wearing underwear. He hissed, when he felt your hand pull his cock out.

“I’m gonna fuck you, then I’m gonna let you nap and then you’re gonna wake up with my head buried between your thighs, eating you out ‘cause….” Two of his fingers pushed into you now, making you moan quietly. 

You began to pump his cock, honestly wondering how it would fit inside of you. Yet you weren’t someone who said no to a challenge. He watched you with dark eyes as he pumped his fingers, adding another one before he pulled out and brought his finger to his lips, moaning as he tasted you.

“I knew it. Like honey…” He shook his head with a grin.

“You talk too much.” You grinned, pulling the condom out of his other hand, ripping it open.

He cocked his eyebrow at you as you pulled the condom over his cock, pumping a couple times. He leaned over, kissing you again, his hands on your ass, pulling you closer to him.

“You will find out that I’m a man of my word.” He whispered against your lips.

“Oh I don’t doubt that, Cap.” You grinned, slowly pushing yourself up so you were on your knees. You rolled your hips up and down his cock, holding on to his shoulders.

“Stop teasing, ‘Hon. Or I’d have to bend you over my knee.”

“Is that a promise?” You asked as you slowly lowered yourself down, his cock pushing slowly into you, making you both hold your breath until he was settled deep inside of you.

“”Fuck, Captain. I’m gonna feel you for days.” You moaned, slowly grinding on top of him.

“Oh no…” He shook his head, thrusting once up into you, making you whimper.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good, you’ll never even think of another cock.” He promised, his hands on your hips as you began to ride him. Everytime you moved, his cock rubbed over your G-spot. You were so wet and horny, it wouldn’t take long for you to fall apart. His mouth found your breast, sucking on the skin just over your nipple. You were sure you would have bruises once he was finished with you. But you would wear them with pride.

“Fuck…. I’m close already.” You sighed, arching your back, pushing your boobs into his face, which made him growl.

“Me too ‘Hon.” 

You put your hands in his neck and kissed him hard as he looked up at you. You felt his fingers on your clit, rubbing harsh circles, making you moan into his mouth as he began to thrust up, meeting you. You bit into his bottom lip, pulling it between your teeth as you parted from him and came so hard, you saw white for a second. He fucked you through your orgasm, holding you close to his chest.

“God you’re so tight… I’m gonna cum.” He groaned. And as you were still trying to get air into your lungs, his thrusts became sloppy until you felt him twitch inside of you. 

“God I wish you’d cum inside me.” You whispered against his ear, making him groan.

“Woman, you will be the death of me.” He shook his head.

You didn’t even care if you looked like you’ve just been fucked as the bus arrived and you walked past the bus driver while Sy paid for the ride. He never let go of your hand, grinning at you, his eyes full of mischief. You didn’t believe in love at first sight… or fuck… but Goddamn this man and his blue eyes.

He motioned for you to walk to the back of the bus where he sat down and pulled you sideways on his lap so you could look at him.

Smiling, you ran your hand on his scruffy cheek, your thumb brushing over his lips.

“You are one of a kind, Captain.”

“And I’m at your service, Ma’am.” He grinned.  “How many stops until we’re at your place?” He asked.

“Eight.” You said, sighing. The grin on his face got wider, making you frown.

“Then you better try to keep quiet.” He whispered, before his hand disappeared between your legs.