#oop that looks like a penis

[painsandconfusion]

AAAAAAHHHHGGGGHHHNNN!!!

MY HECKING

!!!!!!!

!!!!!!!!!!

TOESS NGHHHH!!!!

*kicks two more times the left ankle*

uh

hes got you in a chokehold now

idiot

[jamneuromain]

Stalker Lady pt. 2

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader (You)

Word Count: ~1.5k

Warning: Mean!Simon Riley, Voice (PORN) actor!Simon Riley, patron!reader, neighbor!AU, description of audio porn and stalking behavior. Non-con kissing, bad language word people we're talking about audio porn here

Summary: You meet Simon unexpectedly. Unfortunately, he thinks you are a stalker.

A/N: This fic is my rehab-going-back-into-writing fic. And it's the first time I'm writing for "Ghost" I've honestly never played COD. But here's my idea of the scary (not really lol) simon ghost riley :3

Truthfully, he totally forgot about the thing - the barbeque-backyard-thing.

He’s also not proud of himself for spending approximately fifteen minutes in the bathroom getting his junk to calm down after a particular porn session with his microphone, with which he recorded the next audio clip - ready to be posted on the site of Team 141 as soon as the editor (“Cap’n”, they call him, also happens to be the leading voice actor of 141) finishes with the extra background noises, such as the sound of a door slamming shut or the sound of a man’s fist punching the wall.

It’s male-for-female porn, he cursed, as he watched the cold shower numbing his penis, he shouldn’t get off on that. Then he cursed himself more for sneezing right after the shower, worrying about catching a cold in these minutes.

He shouldn’t promise that woman. Sherry? Sharon? For coming over to the barbeque-backyard-thing.

He regretted it profoundly. A cold beer in hand. Listening mindlessly over that woman’s husband and some others chatting about “fuuutballlll”.

It’s soccer, ye’ yank. He grumbles angrily under his breath while no one is noticing.

Yet, here he is. In the backyard of some neighbors. With pent-up steam nowhere to blow off and sexual tension in the back of his spine.

Fuck, he needs to get laid.

Soccer scores and star athletes send his mind elsewhere. Into his condition. He hadn’t slept with any woman for the past four? Five months? God, has it really been that long since his last deployment in Lebanon? He hooked up with a random woman in the pub right after his return, and then … nothing. Not that he intentionally keeping it that way, but between his early hours' mail job and the audio recording that could last for, what looks like for him, eons in the afternoon, he didn’t take the time – or notice it, really – to make it a mission of getting himself laid. And to be frankly honest, this whole M4F porn thing has got him a bit tired to think of anything related to sex outside of his recording room.

Not to mention the fact that in this past few weeks, he has recorded almost every type of role-play from swimming instructors and professors to CEOs and mobsters. In addition, he begins to discover the fact that, not to make himself a Pavlovian dog, per se, but his subconscious mind associates “sex” with his recording booth, which in turn makes him harder (oops), more like, difficult to “get it up” while he’s out of the presence of a microphone and his headsets, and even more difficult to get it down after recording.

Fuck. His. Life.

“Hey, honey, would you mind taking over at the grill for a bit?” The short brunette, Sharon or something, pops up beside him, beaming at her husband Will, who is the loudest in the soccer debate. “Uncle Matthews kinda needs a break. He’s asking if you want to help since he doesn’t want the rest of us to have charcoal for dinner.”

Sharon, Simon decides to call her that for now, brought another girl along. That girl fidgets with her ice coke – Simon could tell it’s on ice because of the water beads clinging to the glass bottle like unrelenting fog and she constantly switches hands to wipe the water on her hand with a neatly folded napkin. That girl has a beautiful blue cotton dress on her, hugging her curves like a second skin.

Will welcomes his wife Sharon with a kiss on her cheek, “Yeah, sure. Where’s the grill, babe?”

Simon smiles and nods as Will hastily says his apologies to his neighbors and makes his exit from the small circle of men. Nevertheless, Simon’s attention and curiosity lie on the girl who just came, the girl who looks familiar …

“Oh hi, Simon!” Sharon chirps up when she notices the silent bulk of muscle right next to her. She grabs the girl by her wrist, nearly risking spilling her drink, “I don’t know whether you’ve met yet,” the brunette's head spins like a whipped gyro, “but this is your new neighbor, living … right next to you, I presume?”

Simon observes the newcomer as she raises her neck to look him in the eyes. Nothing but nervousness and awkwardness.

You. The stalker-neighbor-lady.

Fuck.

His.

Life.

Sharon has to attend to her children running around when they start to wave their paper plates like pirate swords, leaving you two, Simon and you in the tree shade.

The silence hovers like a plague.

Before Simon decides to break it: “Thought I was clear about stalking.”

“It’s hardly stalking when we were both invited to the same party.” You huff.

“You are standing too close.”

“Well, I’m not leaving.” You mumble, carefully stepping away from this bear of a man.

Though stepping away from him means stepping out of the shadows and into the light, and the sun is practically scorching your skin.

You curse this narcissistic egoistic maniac in the depth of your heart, when you hear him ask out of the blue.

“Did you enjoy the latest audio?”

You nearly choke on your drink.

“No!” You hiss, “It was horrible. Horrendous. Hideous. Disgusting. Nothing about it intrigued me.” Despite the fact that it starred one of your favorite tropes, a.k.a semi-public, and made you came two times in a row on your wand. A record, you might say. But you are not supporting this asshole’s career, not when he’s so in over his head and thinks of you as a stalker.

No. You need to draw the line. “And knowing it’s you behind the voices tunes down my … enthusiasm.”

Daring little thing. He might grow fond of you in time. Simon thinks, bemused.

“Ah.” He simply shrugs the faintest disappointment off his shoulders, “So you enjoy the audios bett’r when I have the balaclava on?”

“Yes – No!”

The audio doesn’t reveal his face, never reveals his body either. But Team 141 made sure the audience knew clearly which one was starred in each of the audios. Hence, every audio’s background picture features a special sketch of the voice actor (or actors). While the team leader, “Captain”, has his special sketch as a curly stache, and “Soap’s” is a funny-looking mohawk, Simon chooses a black and white balaclava with his eyes staring right out of the picture. He also makes the balaclava look like the face of the skeleton, under the stage name, “Ghost”.

Truth is, you like the mask. Love the mask. Or balaclava, whatever that is. The mask makes his eyes more prominent. More piercing, as if they slash through your soul and lay you bare.

He could tear you alive with those eyes.

“So you do like the balaclava.” He sighs in phony remorse, before chucking in his low baritone, “Cute.”

Shoot. Did he just say that out loud?

“Perv.” Now it is your turn to grumble and feel annoyed.

He shakes his head lightly, lifting the cold beer to his lips, smirking, “Not sure if it’s the right word f’r me, Peach, it sounds better on ye’.”

“For the last time,” You glare at him angrily, though the death stare you sent his way could do little more than have a stream try to bring down a bridge, squeezing every word between your clenched teeth, “I’m not a stalker, you jerk.”

“Apology accepted.” He gloats.

“Wha- I’m – Ugh!” Your outbreak gives into your frustration of not being able to form a proper sentence out of the existing vocabulary, if any, remaining in your head. Your body acts faster than your brain could perceive – it stomps on his feet heavily. You, stomp on his feet angrily.

You hope he breaks a toenail. Or five.

“You should change your username to Firecracker. Or Firestomper, perhaps?”

You could have just broken all of his bones back there, and this? This is his reaction?

“You-” You stop mid-sentence as his presence draws closer, making you stammer, “You-”

A hot, wet kiss. All teeth and tongue. All sucking and biting. Demanding. Intruding.

Forcing a thumb on your chin so you would open up for him at the right time, the proper angle, the faint whimper. Clawing your waist so you would avoid the pain, and chest flush to his, arching your spine. A knee between your legs that somehow finds its way there, that could almost grind on your weeping core-

A kiss that melts you down. That shows you every bit of him you wanted, and still want when you listen to the porn he recorded. The softness. The roughness. All of it. The kiss you have been craving for, dreaming for, and cumming for in all those sleepless nights. The kiss that turns you into a different person. The kiss that has you longing for more. Far more than what he offers right now.

He lets go of you after a small whimper escapes your lips.

“Sweet as a peach, lovie. But aww, so needy. Practically feeling you grinding on my cock just now.”

“I did not-” The blood rushes to your cheeks, “How dare you -”

Simon quirks his brow: “I, on the one hand, recall you, stalker lady, trying to paw at me when you attack me with your -”

A loud slap rings his ears.

“Now we’re getting somewhere.” Simon’s tongue finds his canines, and the spot where you slapped him on the face, and grins. Sickeningly.

As he watches your silhouette storm out of the barbeque party and into the confines of your house, he feels a rush of blood pouring down below, lighting up a fire that could burn everything down.

Fuck, he just got hard. Without a script or a microphone.

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[togrowoldinv]

It Is Well

Milf!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

You’re the choir director at Wanda’s church. One afternoon after church, your relationship with her changes

Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Reader has a penis but no pronouns are used, kissing, cursing, sex in a church oops, oral (W receiving), blowjob, Wanda being a milf

Note: I have no explanation, just love for milf Wanda. Enjoy!

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There are a lot of reasons that you love your new job. One is that you get to live out your passion for singing and help others in the process. The second reason is that it pays well. The church was desperate for a new choir director, so they were willing to pay you pretty much whatever you wanted.

But the reason that you love your job the most is that you’ve met Wanda Maximoff.

Wanda is your favorite choir member by far. She is always punctual, she sings beautifully, and she flirts with you.

At least, you think she’s flirting with you. She is always making an excuse to touch your arm as she walks by you, or she’ll stay late to help you work on arrangements.

“Hey there!” Wanda says as she enters the choir suite today.

“Wanda, how are you?” You ask.

“I’m doing mighty fine. And you?”

“Honestly, I could use some help,” you admit.

Wanda nods seriously and sets her purse down. She sits next to you at the piano. You try not to notice how good she looks in her button up shirt.

“How can I help, darlin’?” She asks.

“I’m trying to make this transition sound right, but I just can’t.”

“Play it for me,” Wanda says.

You begin to play the song and Wanda sings along quietly. Her voice floats through the room like a sweet songbird. When you get to the transition, you stop. It still hasn’t come to you.

Wanda touches your hand and places your fingers on a few different keys than the ones you’ve been trying.

“It is well,” she begins singing. She nods for you to continue playing. “It is well with my soul.”

It’s the perfect transition.

“Wanda Maximoff you are a genius!” You say. Wanda hugs you tightly and smiles. “We’re ready for the service now.”

“I’ll get my robe on,” Wanda says.

She stands up from the piano and takes her robe out of the closet. Somehow, she looks even better in it than in her regular clothes.

“Looking very nice, ma’am,” you compliment Wanda.

“Thank you,” Wanda replies. She walks closer to you. “Can I admit something to you?”

“Yeah- of course.”

Wanda is just inches from you. You smell her perfume.

“I’ve always thought these robes were kind of silly, but then I saw you in one,” Wanda says. “And now I think they are very flattering.”

Wanda grins before she steps back and leaves the suite. You stand there stunned by her words. She was definitely flirting with you this time.

You try to shake it off and go lead the choir during service. It goes without a hitch. The only time you almost miss a cue is when Wanda smiles at you. It’s really that easy for her to make you fold.

After the service, you go back to the choir suite. No one else is in there when you walk in, but soon Wanda comes in and shuts the door behind her.

“You should leave that on,” Wanda says, gesturing to your robe.

“Are they calling for an encore out there?” You joke.

Wanda crosses the room quickly. She places a hand on your forearm and the other comes to rest on your cheek. Your breath hitches at her movements.

“I’m very attracted to you,” Wanda says. “Are you attracted to me?”

“Wanda, I- um- it’s not that simple,” you say. Of course, your answer is yes.

“I think it’s simple. You’re absolutely stunning,” Wanda says.

“You’re beautiful, Wanda. But we can’t.”

Wanda pouts her perfect lips. You fight the urge to lean forward and kiss them.

“Would you really deny me this pleasure, sweetheart?” She asks.

“No,” you mumble.

“What was that?”

“No ma’am.”

She grins wickedly and places her lips on yours in a long, slow kiss. Her hand on your face slips into your hair as she deepens the kiss. Her other hand takes yours and places it over one of her breasts. Even through the robe and her clothing, you can feel the breast.

You kiss until neither of you can breathe. And then you drop to your knees in front of Wanda. She lifts her robe up over her hips. Taking your time, you take off her skirt and let her panties fall to the floor.

“Make me feel good, baby,” Wanda says.

You place kisses against her creamy thighs. She shivers with every touch, and you know her husband doesn’t touch her like this. Wanda moans when you lick through her folds, gathering her wetness with your tongue.

“I’ve thought about this for so long,” Wanda says. “About you on your knees worshipping me in this church.”

“Fuck,” you mumble against her.

Wanda’s hand comes to your hair to encourage you to continue. You never want to stop. You take her clit in your mouth and her hips stutter. In a few more moments, Wanda falls apart at your touch. She has to reach for the nearest chair to regain her balance.

“Holy fuck, Wanda,” you say when you emerge from between her legs.

“Mmm, come here,” she says. She lifts you up by your shoulders and you kiss her.

Wanda lets out the softest moans at the taste of herself on your tongue. She wants more. You let her take control, pushing you down to the ground again.

This time she lifts your robe up your body to reveal your hips and something she didn’t expect. Your cock is hard, and Wanda immediately takes it into her mouth. She sucks until you’re coming into her mouth.

“Oh fuck, y/n,” Wanda says. “You’ve been holding out on me.”

“Ride my cock, baby?” You ask her.

Wanda nods and settles herself over you. She aligns her center with your cock, slipping onto it with ease. She is so wet from getting you off. The woman rides your cock as she moves her hands over your abdomen. You can see yourself slipping in and out of her even with your choir robe bunched up at your chest.

“Fuck, Wanda, I’m going to come,” you say as you feel yourself getting close.

“Me too,” she groans out. Her eyes are closed with pleasure. She shouts as she comes, and you spill into her.

Wanda lets you stay inside her until she’s come down from her high. You kiss her when she slips off of you and lays on the ground next to you.

“We should’ve done that months ago,” you say.

“Agreed,” Wanda says. She chuckles. “Can you go again?”

You look down at yourself. It’s unlikely but you’re willing to try.

“Maybe if we kissed for a while first? Or you let me get you off first?”

“By all means, go ahead,” Wanda says.

You laugh and turn over to kiss Wanda again. Lifting her robe off this time, you pay close attention to her breasts. And you bring her pleasure again. She does the same for you.

Wanda is definitely why you love your job, especially now.

[mintmatcha]

Inevitable Things: chapter five

Aizawa x reader fic

cw: cisfem reader, no quirks, office au, miscommunications, slow burn. full tags available on AO3 (linked in masterlist)

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Fridays are the only day you carve out time for lunch. Less than coincidentally, Fridays are also the only day lunch is catered.

“Here-” Izuku jams his bowl of take out into Katsuki’s face. “Does it smell like there’s peanuts in here?”

Bakugo Katsuki, Izuku’s fiance, is only half as ornery as he looks. A premature wrinkle has formed in between his brows, a sign of his almost constant annoyance. His straw colored hair is a sharp contrast to his deep red eyes, currently narrowed in disgust.

“Get this shit out of my fucking face,” he groans. “I’m not a fucking allergy alert dog-- I can’t smell peanuts.”

“To be fair-” Ochako interjects through a mouthful. She’s the opposite of Katsuki: dark hair, round eyes, a smile so sweet that it makes your teeth hurt. Her cheeks are always flushed, spots of broken blood vessels spattered like freckles. “Peanuts do have a smell.”

“Did you ask him to smell for penis?” Denki says, too loud to be genuine. “Kind of homophobic to ask a gay guy that.”

Both men give him identical deadpan stares.

“That’s just his fucking country-ass accent.” Katsuki brushes Denki off and turns back to the curly haired man. “Why would chicken have peanuts in it anyway?”

“The o’l.” Izuku stresses.

“The what?”

“Some places use peanut o’l.”

“Say oil.”

Izuku sneers a bit in return, smoothing out the curves of his accent. “Oy-I’ll.”

“Jesus christ, I’m marrying a hick.” Katsuki leans back in his chair and meets your eye with a jerk of his chin. “Can you believe this?”

You snap back into focus. Your own lunch is untouched, fork still in its little plastic wrapper. Hunger nips at your stomach, but nausea wins over today. The cafeteria isn’t very busy, but in the next couple minutes everyone will start pouring in. The lot of you arrived early to get the best seating-- a little couch and coffee table in the corner, a perfect place to eat and people watch.

“Oh, yeah, uh- Izuku, they have an allergen free option.”

“Well, yeah, but-” He tilts his head as he talks, watching you with those wide, green eyes, like he sees something just below the surface. “It doesn't have chicken-- are you good?”

“Me?”

“Yeah, you.” Katsuki fingers a piece of Izuku’s food and pops it into his mouth, much to the man’s dismay. “You’ve been making that sad little face all day.”

You pout a bit harder at that. Shit-- you thought you were being subtle. You haven’t been able to walk this whole Aizawa thing off yet, despite all of your attempts. No amount of emails, meetings, and other petty office bullshit managed to distract you from the absolute shock and humiliation of… whatever that was.

Embarrassment.

Embarrassment? You’re certainly not the prettiest girl in the office, but embarrassing? That makes your gums ache, like a punch to the nose, and it makes you feel dirty, like the fall to the ground afterwards.

“You’re doing it again.” Ochako points to your face and it’s apparently sadness. “What’s going on?”

You hem a bit, before condensing it the best you can.

“I’m having issues with a guy.” What an understatement.

A collective glance is shared between the group.

“Touya again?”

Again, Touya haunts a room he’s never been in. You debate what to say. If you admit to it being someone new, they might start sniffing around and jump to conclusions-- though Aizawa would certainly be the last assumption they would make, you still can’t risk it. Besides, you don’t need a gaggle of 23 year olds dissecting your every move. They’re going to jump to some stupid conclusion, like you’re dating Toshinori, if you aren’t careful.

“Yeah, it’s Touya,” you lie, as sheepishly as you can. “Oops.”

“Jesus Fucking Christ.” Katsuki rolls his eyes so hard that you imagine his brain must hurt. “Again?”

“Shh, just tell us what happened,” Izuku urges, elbowing his partner rather sharply.

“I don't know where I stand with him. It's so-- Ugh, I thought things were going to start going well and then it was just ice cold.” You press your palms into your eyes and sigh. The pressure feels good and helps with the remnants of your hangover. You need an electrolyte drink, stat. Maybe another fucking drink too. “And I’m not even sure why I’m surprised because it’s ice cold a lot.”

When you look up, Ochako is offering a hand, palm up and open. When you take it, she giggles a bit, squeezing gently.

“I think you need to prioritize yourself.”

Denki nods in agreement, cheeks stuffed with food. He’s finished his meal and started stabbing bits of yours. You just push the whole bowl towards him in defeat and slump down into the couch.

“Stop giving men who treat you poorly the time of day.” Ochako says. “When you let them in again and again, you’re basically, like, giving them permission to do this stuff.”

“Yeah!” Denki says through a mouthful. “Cut that fucker off! Don’t even talk to him!”

“Oh, I dunno--” You glance between them. “I think that’d be mean.”

Conflict makes your head spin. It’s so much easier to roll over and take whatever people give you, negative or otherwise. It’s what made your relationship with Touya work-- and it’s what’s allowed you to stay in this job for so long.

“Good!” Denki says. “He deserves it.”

“You deserve to be a little mean and a little angry when people treat you poorly.” She smiles again, wider this time. “Grow some balls. Stand up for yourself.”

“Yeah! Balls!” Denki agrees.

You suck on your bottom lip and turn the idea over in your head. Are you even angry at Aizawa? Or just hurt and confused? Right now, those things may as well be the same thing-- they certainly burn the same in your chest. Cruelty isn’t your usual indulgence…

But it’s someone else’s.

“What do you think?” You turn to Katsuki, who’s been scrolling through twitter for a bit now. His face doesn’t change when he speaks, locked into a general annoyance.

“I think you should kill that fucker.”

You turn to Izuku, the rational one of the couple. He shrugs, straw in mouth and completely unamused.

“Oh, I also think you should kill him,” he says, tone matching Katsuki’s.

Not helpful.

“Listen--” Katsuki leans forward, elbows on his spread knees. He uses a fork to articulate as he speaks. “I’m the expert on being a cunt-”

“-we don’t use that word!” Ochako grimaces.

“And it’s the most freeing and addictive thing you can be.” The tongs of the fork point directly towards you, as sharp as his gaze. “More people should be cunts more often. The world would be a happier place.”

Ochako gasps. “I don’t agree with that at all!”

“Oh please, miss goody-goody,” Katsuki sneers. “You wouldn't need to go to kickboxing five times a week if you let your anger out day to day like a normal motherfucker.”

The girl of the group puffs out her cheeks, but does not argue back. Izuku pats her shoulder affectionately. His food is still untouched, but his free hand guards it from Denki.

“I'm telling you. Try it out. You’ll like it.” Katsuki leans back into his seat. “Or don't. Your life.”

“Question-” The other blonde pipes up. “Did you, like, do something?”

“Kaminari!”

“I mean, like, was there a catalyst?” “A fight or a date or-?”

You know exactly what drives Touya away everytime, but Aizawa is a new beast. Did you breathe wrong or--

“Oh, I uh,” A realization hits you. “I ignored a couple texts, I guess.”

Suddenly, you’re very aware of the outline of your phone and how it presses into your pocket. If there wasn’t a chance of you flashing the group pictures of their boss, you’d check it immediately, but you can’t mentally handle the risk.

“What an overreaction,” Ochako sighs. “Dump him forever and move on-- Mr. Hizashi and his wife-”

“We aren’t like that.” Ugh. You love Hizashi, but the trio relationship isn’t your speed. “Besides, I don’t like blondes.”

The two toe-heads of the group roll their eyes in a practiced synchrony. Ochako’s smile changes a little bit, something tighter and brighter; is she excited that you aren’t interested? Interesting and a bit gross: she’s too young for that. They’re more than ten years older than her-

(How old is Aizawa? He went to school with Hizashi, so he’s at least 38-- but you could have sworn there were whispers of his fortieth last year. You’ll have to snoop.)

“We’re in agreement. Be a cunt, move on. The end.” Katsuki turns away from you, done with this topic. “Izuku, just fucking eat it already.”

The boy takes a deep breath and runs his fingers through his curly hair. “Well, alright, but if I get hives, you’re the one who has to deal with me.”

…

Be mean.

You’re written it on a sticky note and placed it under your computer monitor, like some sort of fucked up mantra. The mere idea of it feels antithetical to who you are at your core; you enjoy helping people, you love making the world better. That’s why you work like a dog for the company-- you know it’s improving the lives of its customers. If Toshinori wasn’t sick, you know he’d be doing even more too.

On the other hand, being nice has led to your own detriment many times. Touya has hurt you, your parents, and now even Aizawa. And you can’t even blame Aizawa, can you? Texting him was your mistake--

You rest your forehead against your desk. There’s still a sticky spot from when you spilled your coffee yesterday. God, yesterday feels so close and yet so far away. How does a man yoyo between yelling at you, sending you his weiner, then telling you that you’re embarrassing? The idea of ‘always wanted you’ goes flying out the window.

Just as you try and put yourself to work, you hear it. The familiar lopsided stomp. Fuck, it’s him, probably looking for his afternoon coffee. He’s been by much less than usual, a fact you’re very grateful for, so you haven’t even thought about the pot since before lunch. You glance over and see it’s empty. Crap.

As you start to get up, the sticky note catches your eye again. Be mean. That’s right. Why are you popping out of your chair for this, this, this--- total fucking cunt? Your chair squeaks with the force you sit down with. You try to embody Katsuki with your face - furrowing your brow and yet keeping your mouth unaffected-- and your worst nightmare turns the corner.

You keep typing and hope Aizawa doesn't notice that it's the same words over and over again, hit in the same rhythm. P-e-a-n-u-t-O-i-l P-e-a-n-u-t-O-i-l P-e-a-n-u-t-O-i-l P-e-a-n-u-t-O-i-l. He waits a long moment, then clears his throat louder. You don't gift him your attention until he grumbles something under his breath, shifting his weight on to his other leg. Just as he begins to say something, you interject.

“I had more important things to focus on,” you lie. “You can figure out how to brew coffee, Mr.// Engineer.”

You throw in that last bit without thinking, but the bite rolls so easily off of your tongue. It’s nothing like your usual tone, but it feels so, so right. From the corner of your vision you can see his literally reel back, blinking hard,

“That’s how it’s going to be?”

You don’t respond. P-e-a-n-u-t-O-i-l P-e-a-n-u-t-O-i-l P-e-a-n-u-t-O-i-l P-e-a-n-u-t-O-i-l. Your fingers shake from the adrenaline boost. Ochako was right; don't even give this man the time of day.

“It's going to be like that?” He yanks the pot from its stand. “Fine.”

You have to muster all of willpower not to grin as he starts slamming open the drawers and scrounging around for supplies. It takes a whole ten minutes before he presses brew, then another five before the pot is almost half full. The whole time he grumbles to himself, leaning his whole weight against the flimsy table.

This is good. Too good. The vindictive rush of power feels almost sexual in the way it satisfies. Teeth dig into your lip as you hold back a smile even harder.

Embarrassment? You'll show him what embarrassment really means.

Finally, he pours himself a cup. He doesn't fill his thermos nearly as much as he normally does, most likely trying to leave as quickly as possible. Just as he starts to turn, you get up out of your chair and walk over. You take one of the little disposable cups from the stack and take your time adding three sugars and two cream, each one at a time, as he lurks there. Then, you pour the coffee, thick and oddly gritty into your cup. You finally meet his eye when you take a swig.

Aizawa’s face is set hard, small eyes narrowed even tighter. His lips are screwed up with annoyance, wrinkling his low bridged nose. Pissed would be an understatement. Just as you brace for another yelling match, he turns away, marching down the hall.

“Enjoy the fucking coffee.”

Oh, Katsuki was right. Being mean tastes good.

….This coffee, however, does not.

[glacierclear]

ISN'T BITE ALSO TOUCH?

fuckboy!leon x gn!reader (maybe a few gendered terms oops)

content: hurt/no comfort, angst, arguments, passive aggression, mentions of drugs/alcohol

Your best friend is a fuckboy. He ditches you at a party. You argue. Maybe they were right about him.

[ao3 link]

They all tried to tell you. Every single one of them.

He’s bad news, don’t bother. You would scoff.

He’s nothing but a walking penis. He doesn’t care about anything. And you’d roll your eyes.

Every red flag. Every warning sign. Every flashing light. You refused to heed any of them. And you tilled, and you sowed, and you fed. And now? You were reaping.

“I don’t get what the big deal is. You’re a big kid. You don’t need a damn babysitter.” His hands remained clenched, balled up and shoved into the pouch of his hoodie. His posture was lax. Noncommittal. He stared into a wall, his expression detached and unreachable.

“When you called me up tonight to drag me to some stupid frat party, I at least expected you to like, stay with me,” you countered. “We weren’t even there for an hour before you up and ditched me. Streaking across campus like a moron.” The base of your neck throbbed, the fledgling burn of an oncoming migraine. Your clothes still reeked of burnt weed and the cloyingly pungent whiff of cotton candy vape smoke.

“You should be fucking grateful. Wouldn’t have gotten into that party without me. Shit was the best thrasher of the month.” He lifted his head, scorching you with that know-it-all smirk. It huffed the coals of your stomach. You felt like puking.

“I didn’t…oh my god, Leon. I didn’t go for the party. I thought you…I don’t know. I thought you actually wanted to hang out. Have a good night.”

Your fingers burrowed their way through the folds of your sheets and you stayed perched at the edge of your bed. Leon hovered at your doorway, barely present in the space of your dorm, his contour fuzzed with casting light.

He didn’t say anything. Your eyes pulsed and stung. “Look. I’m not mad, I just–”

“You should be.”

“What?”

It’s then that he finally dared to meet your eyes. Blue hues swallowed whole by the pitch of his pupils, seeking you past tendrils of mussed, blonde hair.

“You should be mad. Why aren’t you? Cuz’, you’re right. I fucking ditched you. Like a moron.” He flung the word back with acid and you winced away. “God forbid I have some fun, right? Forgot you’re too much of a buzzkill to actually have fun at a party.”

There’s a throttling impulse to scream at him. Tell him off for being unreasonable and kick his ass to the curb like last week’s trash. But you’ve danced to this song before. The repeating pattern and pervasive enigma of Leon’s refusal to invest himself; emotionally, or otherwise.

So, you sucked in a steadying breath, filled your lungs with patience, and spoke softly.

“It’s not just about the party,” you began, and passively, you noticed him shift. “I mean…streaking? You realize that if you got caught doing that…you wouldn’t have a scholarship anymore. Hell, maybe you’d be expelled.”

The realization settled on him like a poison and you caught his face darken. As much as he denied and disguised, Leon was a smart man. Excellent standing in his classes and a whopping GPA to match the third leg he swung in his pants. It meant a lot to him.

There’s a gap of silence before he opened his mouth again.

“...well, I wasn’t caught. And it was my choice. I don’t need you nagging me like a fucking mom, alright?” His body shrunk in on itself. Caging his softer parts from the reality he narrowly avoided. On a better day, perhaps you’d chase him. Push and fight for a break in his shell, a crevice that gave way to the man you knew he was capable of being. But, God, your head was shattering. Your nausea was worsening. You weren’t making progress.

“Right, well, sorry for caring, Leon,” you relented, turning away from him to click your phone into its charger. “I’m going to bed. Don’t bother inviting me to any more parties.”

Your gaze left him, you weren’t fully aware of his body, but in the fleeting moments following your surrender he’s on you. Lurking above you like the baleful firmament of a roaring summer storm. You hardly had the time to open your mouth before he’s speaking. No, he’s growling. Revving the engine of his fury.

“...so that’s it? You’re not putting up with me anymore?” It could be the headache talking, but you swore you heard a tremble in his voice.

“Huh? The fuck are you–”

“We’re not friends anymore. That’s what you’re doing, right?” You searched the raging sea of his eyes for a raft. But all you did was drown. “I fucked up one too many times and now I’m just another shitty dude you had to put up with.” You watched the chipped black of his nails dig into his arms, tensed up limbs shielding him from what he’s most afraid you’ll confirm.

“Leon, that’s not…we’re still friends, okay? I just don’t want to go to parties like that anymore. Just give me a few days to cool off and we can…I dunno, we’ll hit up that burger joint you love.” It’s a pretty weak bargain, but maybe he’d bite.

And he did bite. He bit and he tore and he sought out blood.

“You’ve always had shitty taste in guys.” He practically spat at you, a scornful wrinkle deepening in the bridge of his nose. “Fucking stand up for yourself. You always let people walk all over you and act surprised when they turn out to be shitheads.”

He leaned in. You smelled him. Overpriced cologne. Underpriced shampoo. Crappy beer he drank even though he hated the taste. Despite it all, you yearned to hug him.

“Leon, I–”

“...and you know what? I don’t fucking need you. I don’t need your little dates. Your pity sex. I don’t need you looking out for my damn scholarships and I especially don’t need you making me look bad when I’m trying to let loose at the party I’ve been looking forward to all goddamn month.” You wanted him to stop. You wanted to bridge the chasm and devour his violence. If only he’d let you. But all he did was bite harder. “I won’t bother inviting you out anymore. Actually, I won’t bother talking to you at all. Have fun with your fucking life, I’m done being your fucking charity. Goodni–”

At the edge of his precipice, the void he dug for solace, Leon plummets. He straightened his spine, eyes widening and jaw hanging lifelessly. You were crying. Tears bursting without prejudice. Staining your face in vulnerability you so often only used to comfort him.

He went too far. And now, you were crying.

Neither of you moved for an eternity. From the hallway of your dorm, you hear the thundering trots of drunken friends laughing and yelling. The noise swelled and faded. The only evidence of a world beyond your room.

He called your name. His voice was so much quieter, held together with twine and stinging regret. You lifted your eyes and your throat barely allowed your words to pass.

“...Great job, Leon. Now I’m mad.” In an act of self-preservation, you tore your gaze away, burning a stare into the ground below his shoes. They’re blotched with dirt and chlorophyll, still damp from his midnight misdemeanor. “I won’t bother you anymore. If you hate me that much, I…I’ll leave you alone.”

His arms unfolded, one hand reaching out, a fragmented attempt to soothe you. But it was too late.

He repeated your name.

“I didn’t…fuck, I shouldn’t have said…hey–”

“Go home, Leon.” Your voice was unwavering, and he flinched back, your ire the open flame he’s too human to touch.

And then he left. Your dorm vibrated with the slam of the door, and you buried your face in your hands. In the place of his feet, soil stained your carpet. In the place of his warmth, sandalwood smoldered the air.

In the place of your love, all you wanted was to die.

[turtletaubwrites]

My Needy Girl ~ Part 4

Pairing: Zoro x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3,707

This is part 4 of the Series 'We've All Got Needs,' linked below:

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Summary: You’re starting to question how safe your arrangement with your crewmate is. Zoro really wants to be the world’s greatest ‘swordsman.’ Someone on the crew might have heard you last night. Zoro might be taking it badly.

Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Fem!Reader, 18+ Only, MDNI, Mildly Dubious Consent, Reader-Insert, Smut, Flirting, Accidental Exhibitionism, Mention of Masturbation, Rough Sex, Penis in Vagina Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Cock Warming, Dom Zoro, Swearing, lil angst, Casual Sex, Possessive Sex, Possessive Behavior, Hair-Pulling, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Condoms, Shameless Smut, Friends with Benefits, Crewmates with Benefits, Relationship Discussions, Zoro's a straight to the point kinda guy, and we love that, but now he needs to figure out what he wants

A/N: Oops, I accidentally wrote way too much again. Some character stuff, more crew interactions, lil angst?, and some build up to future installments. But there is smut at the end, I swear! I hope you enjoy, I'm excited for what's up next! 😊⚔

Somehow you’d managed to stay awake while Zoro slept easily, resting his head on your lap. You would have left on your own, but you couldn’t leave without waking the sleepy swordsman. He carried you, and he would brook no arguments.

All that time sitting there had driven you a bit crazy. Your body was still sore from the mind blowing abuse, the orgasms he’d ripped from you. But your mind was still reeling from your brief discussion of boundaries, followed immediately by the most possessive sex you’d ever had.

That’s just sex. He told you he wanted to stay casual, you agreed you could see other people.

Not that you wanted to. He was right. You couldn’t imagine going to anyone else when he’d be here, waiting to tear you apart like that again. 

This is dangerous.

What if I fall for him? What if he actually is that possessive, and it causes problems? What if I get hurt? What if I have to leave the crew because we can’t keep our shit together?

These fears had kept dancing in your mind, taking turns with your shivering memories of his rough hands on your skin.

You didn’t want to have these worries. You wanted to trust that he was honest with you and himself, and that you both could keep this strictly casual.

You wanted to keep space between you. 

How can I be sure he can keep his own distance? Keep that possessive nature just during sex?

You’d managed to fall asleep at some point, til Nami stuck her head into your room.

“Come on, sleepy head. You’ve gotta get breakfast before Luffy eats everything.”

Groaning, you looked in the mirror. Surprisingly, you only looked half dead. You did what you could quickly, then traipsed to the galley. 

Sitting yourself on the end of the table next to Luffy, you gratefully poured coffee into the mug that was waiting for you. Luffy scooted over to give you room before leaning over the table, and speaking with his mouth full. 

“Hey Zoro, have you been exercising in your room lately? You’ve been extra noisy.”

Nami narrowed her eyes at Zoro while you took a sip of your coffee, pretending you hadn’t heard Luffy’s hilarious question.

“Yeah, actually, I’ve uh, been working on some extra core strengthening exercises lately.”

Usopp chimed in after chugging some tangerine juice.

“Mind not doing them in the middle of the night, green guy? Some of us can’t nap seven times a day like you do.”

You joined the group in laughing, and kept your eyes away from Zoro’s.

Sanji appeared next to you, setting a plate down, the delicious scent making you sigh as your eyes fluttered closed. Having Sanji as the ship’s cook made you feel spoiled.

“Good morning, sweetheart. I made some cinnamon syrup for your pancakes, I know how much you enjoy it.”

“Oh, um, thank you Sanji.”

His smile deepened, and you looked away from his bright eyes.

Then the whole group went quiet as Sanji sat at the table next to you.

Normally, Sanji didn’t eat until the rest of the crew was finished. He’d never sat beside you during a meal that he'd cooked before. 

He reached across you to grab the coffee pot. The whole length of his thigh pressed against yours while he poured himself a drink. 

“Can I have some cinnamon syrup, Sanji? 

“You already ate 12 pancakes Luffy. I’ll make you cinnamon syrup tomorrow.”

You looked down at your tantalizing breakfast, body tingling from the heat of Sanji's firm leg still pressed against yours. You risked glancing up at Zoro, but he was too busy scowling at Sanji to notice. 

You spent the day cataloging the seeds and dried herbs on the ship. There were a few that you’d had to argue with Sanji about, agreeing to split whatever you found for kitchen use.

Thoughts of the cook this morning made your cheeks flush, and you shook your head. Sanji’s just being Sanji. 

You avoided the kitchen for lunch, enjoying a few snacks and tangerines on deck with Nami.

“Do the boys seem extra obnoxious lately, or is it just me?”

Your eyes widened at Nami’s words. You wanted to tell her everything, but didn’t want to risk her judgement. 

“It’s hard to tell, aren’t they always?”

“I guess.”

Nami picked at her nails before eyeing you again.

“Find any cool plants on the last island?”

Feeling a soft smile hit your lips, you leaned toward her, and shook your head.

“Nope, just picked up some rosemary and chamomile. We’re always running out.”

“Ohh, did you make more of that rosemary hair stuff?”

Chuckling, you nodded. 

“I have enough, I’ll make you some tomorrow. Chopper uses it too.”

“I can tell! He’s like a walking air freshener when he washes all that fur.”

Still giggling with Nami, your laugh got cut short when Zoro came out on deck with rage in his eyes.

“Someone didn’t get their beauty sleep.”

Nami had given a stage whisper, and Zoro scowled at her before starting his training routine. 

You had to go inside, otherwise you would have been drooling on deck while you watched him. 

Your work always had you bouncing between studying with Chopper, and making salves and tinctures in the kitchen. You chose Chopper today. 

“Hi Chopper!”

“Oh, hi, Y/N! What are you working on today?”

“I was going to ask you. Are we stocked up on salves?” I’ve got more aloe for burns if we need it.”

“We’re all set! I’m so glad we have you on board, it really helps me focus on learning more with you helping me make such good supplies!”

You grinned at Chopper, his cute, sweet face had been planted into medical books when you interrupted.

You decided against spending the rest of the day in the kitchen. They can wait on their rosemary oil for another day.

By the time dinner came around, you were feeling more yourself. Until you walked in and saw both Zoro and Sanji look at you. Rushing to your seat, you knocked over your glass while reaching for the carafe of water. Luckily Robin’s many hands caught it. You thanked her, but she just tilted her head at you inquisitively.

There’s no way we can keep this secret for long. 

You fought again not to glance at Zoro, afraid that one look would make everyone see what you’d been doing together. 

Sanji appeared next to you again, and you startled.

“Apologies, beautiful. I was just checking that what you have is enough to satisfy you. If not, I’m sure I can provide something more to your liking.”

It sounded like normal Sanji banter, but your pulse raced when you met his eyes. They’d dilated a bit, making them dark, and you realized you hadn’t responded.

Sanji winked at you, and now you were sure he seemed a little more forward than even he normally was. Nami interrupted, saving you from your stunned silence.

“Ew, gross, Sanji. Quit making Y/N uncomfortable, and go bring us dessert”

Sanji kept his smirking eyes on yours for another moment before bowing, and excusing himself to the pantry.

You flicked your eyes toward Zoro, and caught him staring after Sanji like he was about to pull out his swords in the kitchen.

You made a face at your tea, and Luffy poked you with a stretched finger on the forehead.

“You okay, Y/N? Your face has been red a lot lately. Do you have a fever?”

You held in a laugh as Usopp scooched away from your potential illness, while Robin sent hands across the table to touch your forehead.

“Y/N’s fine, you boys just need to stop bothering her. Nami, why don’t you raise their interest if they don’t?”

You laughed at their outrage while Nami grinned at you. 

Glancing at Zoro, you saw that his jaw was still clenched as he watched for Sanji’s return. 

As the group stretched, some yawning and heading to bed, Sanji cleared his throat behind you. 

“Y/N, I was hoping you wouldn’t mind helping me. I’d like to stock up on some infused oils so I don’t have to make them daily. Would you give me the honor of assisting me?”

You felt Robins calculating eyes, and Zoro’s penetrating gaze, but couldn’t think of a reason why you shouldn’t help out.

Sanji beamed when you agreed, and you busied yourself grabbing the tools, avoiding everyone’s eye contact as they left.

Zoro seemed to be acting possessive, but you couldn’t tell if it was just his general dislike of the cook, or if he would be this possessive around anyone you get close to. Or if he would want more from you.

You didn’t like the thought of testing it out. 

I need to stop this now if he can’t handle being casual. I can’t risk that.

Sanji’s warm presence beside you was so calming. You worked together, talking softly, laughing at jokes, and grinning at his praise. He’d always been too much, and the way he hits on every woman in sight made your eyes roll. But he really is good company.

Finishing up, you carefully labeled each bottle with the date and ingredients while he started on the clean up. You joined him at the counter to dry the dishes, shivering when his fingers would touch yours for too long.

“Thank you so much, Y/N. Can I make you some tea?”

You returned to the table, watching him work after you agreed.

Sanji sat across from you, and the air seemed hot, not just from the steam of the tea. 

“Y/N, I need to be honest with you.”

“About what, Sanji?”

He pulled back, looking ashamed.

“I, um. I heard your conversation here last night.”

Your mouth fell open as you remembered. Trying to get Zoro to talk about boundaries. Zoro rubbing your hand along his cock before dragging you out of your seat to go fuck in his quarters.

“Wh-Why did you listen?”

You felt very still, not sure what emotion to feel.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I was coming back to prep for the morning meal. I should have interrupted or left. But I heard, and I had to make sure you were okay. I didn’t like the way he spoke to you.”

You watched the muscles in Sanji’s jaw clench.

“Are you going to tell anyone?”

Sanji’s eyes went wide, leaning forward.

“I would never, Y/N! But I will kill him if he hurts you.”

You stared, realizing that he was completely serious.

“Thank you, he’s not hurting me, Sanji. We just have an arrangement.”

Sanji scoffed, and you raised your brows.

“I’m sure that Mosshead is perfectly happy with his arrangement. Happy to take and take.”

Sanji set his hand on the table next to yours, a few fingers trailing along the edges of yours. Chills ran up your body as you looked back into his darkened eyes.

“You deserve someone who will give and give to you. Someone who values your pleasure more than their own.”

“How would you- You listened to that too, didn’t you?”

He pulled his hand back, and ran it through his hair. He sat back from you, lighting a cigarette. I’m actually starting to enjoy that smell. Fuck.

“I know, it was wrong. But he was so rough with you in the kitchen. I was worried he would hurt you too much.”

Your breathing got heavy at the thought of Sanji listening in while Zoro fucked you into oblivion. Of him listening to your muffled moans and screams, hearing you beg for Zoro’s cock. 

You met Sanji’s eyes again, feeling heat pooling between your legs. His eyes were trained on your parted lips, your breathing hot. Your brain seemed to shut off as other parts of you took the wheel.

“Did you touch yourself while you listened to me?”

“N-No, Y/N, I...”

His eyes looked panicked, and you watched his tongue push forward slightly to wet his lips.

“Please don’t lie.”

Your words came out strained, and Sanji glanced at your breasts as they heaved with your breathing.

“I-I’m sorry. It was so wrong. I just… the sounds you made…”

Your eyes flew back in your head, a small moan escaped your lips. You felt the table shift, as if Sanji had thrust toward you at your sound. 

His eyes were heavy lidded, his mouth hanging open, but he pulled himself together.

“Let me show you, beautiful. Let me give you what you need. Let me take care of you.”

Sanji’s pleading made your skin hot, and you felt wetness seeping through your clothes at the thought of him taking you right now on the kitchen table. 

But you managed to keep your head enough, trying to keep a fucking handle on something. 

“I-I can’t. Not yet.”

Sanji stared, waiting. The word ‘yet’ seemed to hook him.

“I made an arrangement. I have to make sure that’s okay first. Then we can talk.”

You traced one finger along his hand, pulling it away before you pulled him toward you. 

Sanji looked like part of him wanted to be angry when you mentioned the arrangement, but the rest of him seemed to be practically drooling.

I wonder if he’ll listen in again.

That thought sent you shivering as you went to find the swordsman.

You didn’t have to go far.

Zoro was waiting for you in the hall. Your breath felt trapped in your throat at his expression. He nodded toward his quarters and you started moving, his body radiating heat behind you. 

When you made it inside, he closed the door quietly, then shoved you against the wall. 

“Zoro, I- Zoro!”

You cried out as Zoro shoved his hand down the front of your pants, fingers slipping into your folds from how wet Sanji’s confession had made you. 

Zoro pulled his fingers from you, and you slumped against the wall as he shoved them into his mouth. 

“Zoro…”

“It’s all good, Needy. Go fuck the cook if you want to. I know he won’t be enough for your tasty, needy little cunt.”

You moaned, but tried to pull yourself together. Your voice came out high and breathy.

“I don’t want what we’re doing together to cause issues. Tell me if you’re not okay with this.”

“I’m okay, Needy. You can fuck everyone on the ship if you want. I know who you’ll be begging for.”

You moaned again as Zoro started trailing his hand down your stomach, crawling back down to your center.

“But Zoro, why? Why are you claiming me? We shouldn’t be doing this if it’s already causing prob- unf…”

Zoro had shoved two fingers inside of you, and was curling them right against that needy spot. 

“You want me to stop, Y/N? You want me to stop giving you what you need?”

His fingers went faster, and you were panting, hanging onto the wall. 

“Tell me you want me to stop making you feel good.”

You moaned, your body so close to the brink already.

“Well, what do you need me to do?”

“D-Don’t stop, Zoro, pleease.”

Your desperate whine made him groan, thrusting against your thigh while his fingers kept going.

With his free hand he dug through his pocket, and shoved a condom at you, before pulling himself out of his pants.

“Put this on my dick now, before I take you without it.”

He groaned again at the feeling of your pussy clenching his fingers at that threat. 

“You’d fucking like that wouldn’t you?”

You scrambled to open the wrapper, crying out as you touched him, smoothing the condom down his length. 

Gasping as Zoro withdrew his fingers from you, you whined pathetically, begging for him. 

“There she is. My Needy girl. Come here.”

Zoro tore your pants off, then sat with you straddling him on his chair. 

He made you lift up, gasping as you hovered over him. Smirking, he pulled your panties aside, and forced you to slam onto his swollen cock. 

You felt tears stinging your eyes as you fought your scream. 

“So good at staying quiet, huh, Y/N. Just a hungry little kitten, crying for some attention.”

You were lost, the feeling of his long cock hilted within you, but not moving, was making you feel feral. You tried to move your hips, to fuck him, but Zoro laughed and held your hips in place. 

“Nuh uh. You’ve gotta earn it now. Just sit still, and keep my cock warm, Needy.”

You slumped against his shoulder, twitching with every slight movement. He was so long and it almost hurt, but you knew if he just moved a little it would take you there. You continued struggling for friction, but he just gripped you in place and chuckled at your distress.

“Wh-What do you want Zo-Zoro?”

Digging your nails into his arms to stay steady, you watched his smug face. 

“I just want you to remember how it feels to have my cock inside you. I want you to think about it, all day everyday.”

You couldn’t help your whimpers as he leaned forward to breathe the next words along your neck.

“I want you to crave my cock, even when he’s fucking you. I want you to remember that no one can fuck you like I can. The cook will just warm you up for me.”

He laughed then, and bit your ear.

“Maybe I should thank him. He’ll get you ready for me. All warmed up, your hungry cunt dripping wet, so I can fuck you even harder than I have been. How does that sound, Needy?”

Zoro had thrust up into you to emphasize your nickname, and you were a desperate mess. 

All you could do was drag your drooling lips along his neck and shoulder, scratching uselessly at his arms while you begged, practically sobbing.

“Please, Zoro. Yes please, fuck. I need you, pleeease.”

His hand gripped into your hair, and you stopped breathing as he stared down at you. 

“That’s right, Y/N. I’m the one who can give you what you need.”

If you’d known how to respond, you couldn’t. Zoro used the fingers in your hair, and the hand at your waist as leverage to start shoving you onto his cock, over and over. You came so quickly, and he growled, invading your mouth with his tongue. Tears kept streaming down your face as he kept thrusting up into you through your orgasm. His rough hands and mouth kept you trapped on his cock, his tongue muffling your screams.

He pulled away from your lips, leaving you gasping. 

“Tell me you need my cock, baby.”

You moaned for him, your body almost taking you there again for him. 

“Finger yourself, and tell me how much you need my fucking dick.”

The demand in his words made your eyes roll back. You reached for your clit, slippery with your overwhelming pleasure. 

“I love your cock Zoro. I-I need to feel your cock in me everyday, it’s so fucking good!”

Zoro groaned, his eyes clamping shut as his thrusts slowed, erratic. You could feel him start to pulse inside you, it sent you screaming while you came again. Zoro managed to cover your mouth with a hand while he fucked into you through his own orgasm and yours, until he collapsed against the back of the chair, your body slumped onto his. 

Thoughts were out of reach as you convulsed in his arms. 

Then you gasped as his warm palm started smoothing along your spine, then rubbed in gentle circles. 

He kept twitching inside you, and you kept clenching around him, so he stood with a grunt, lifting you and settling you into his hammock. He cleaned himself up while you closed your eyes, still not back to reality. 

Then Zoro was leaning toward you, running a hand lightly along your arms. 

“I’m sorry I keep interrupting you when you want to talk.”

You choked out a laugh, and had to clear your throat a few times before replying.

“I have enjoyed the interruptions.”

His satisfied smirk made you grin. 

“But we’ve got to be clear on this. As much as I love what you’re doing to me-”

Zoro bit his lip, eyes filling with heat again.

“-we can’t keep this up if it’s going to affect how we act as part of the crew.”

He furrowed his brows, taking a breath. You pushed through, trying to say everything before he distracted you again. 

“I don’t think starting a romantic relationship would be smart. It could end very badly for everyone. I think a casual arrangement to fulfill our needs could be perfect, but only if we don’t let our feelings get in the way.”

He narrowed his eyes, crossing his arms. 

“You just want to fuck the cook.”

You choked again, wanting to laugh, but not sure if he was joking or not. 

“I want us to be very clear about what is and isn’t okay. What do we do if one of us wants to fuck someone else, or starts falling for someone else? How do we handle that, talk about it? What  if one of us starts feeling serious about each other?”

Your face felt hot, but you kept going. 

“I can’t risk losing my place on this crew. Even if it means I don’t get to enjoy our time together again. I need you to seriously think about what you want and need, and what your boundaries are.”

Zoro looked serious, almost sad.

"Zoro, I want to know if how you treat me when we, uh- I need to know how you feel about me, and us right now. Before we get in too deep."

Struggling to get yourself off the hammock, his rough hands helped you steady yourself. 

You pulled your pants on, still wobbling a bit, before you placed a hand on his chest and looked up at him. 

“Let me know when you figure it out. I can wait.”

You left Zoro’s quarters, and didn’t look for eavesdroppers as you snuck to your room. 

Thank you for reading! 💜

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[the-fluff-piece]

Slippery slope

A short sexy smoker smut story (actually just a drabble but story has an s and I wanted that)

He wants to obey the marine's "no sex" rule, but like every rule he needs to interpret it. Just a little more...

Smoker is dating you. You're his subordinate - too bad there's a rule against fraternization in the marine.

He may not like the rules, but he has to live by them. Kind of.

He is pretty sure that it just means actual sex is forbidden, so he thinks it's okay to make out with you, as long as nothing sexual happens.

So after a long day, he decides to kiss you and hold you in his arms just for a bit. You taste so good, you're so warm and sweet, he cannot help but get a bit more demanding in his kisses.

As things get more heated, he decides that touching your breasts is still OK, no breaking of rules here. So he pushes up your shirt and bra to pinch your nipples and squeeze them. Since touching is permitted, he may just as well suck on your nipples.

When you start to moan and rub against him, he is pretty sure that it would be rude to just let you hang like that. After all, it's not sex if no one sticks anything anywhere down there. He starts to touch your vuvla, through your trousers. It already feels hot and you obviously need more. It's a bit awkward, with all the cloth between his hand and you. He decides just hand stuff is absolutely safe. As long as his Penis isn't involved, it's no fraternization.

He sticks his hands in your pants to rub your clitoris, you're super slick and hot. Feeling up and down between your folds, circling your clitoris, his fingers get wet and slippery. Mainly by accident, his fingers slide inside of you, oops!

Now that he's already here, might as well fuck you with his fingers. He knows that he has big hands, it's surely already satisfying to you. So wet and soft, how great would it feel against his cock?

No, that's forbidden!

Although his boner does start to hurt as he's getting more and more worked up. His hand is now moving in and out of you fast, the wet sound, mixed with your moans, it's too much. He drops his pants, just to alleviate the pain, nothing more.

Seeing you on your back, panties pushed to the side and breasts naked, he thinks it would be such a waste if he didn't at least get a little taste of you.

As long as it doesn't go in, it's still absolutely fine, no worries! He rubs the hot, red head of his cock between your labia and almost cums from the sensation. Your wetness makes it glide effortlessly, the head is large and tickles all the right spots between your legs. The crown of his cock already gatheres your wetness in thick strands.

It's so slick, he glides into by accident.

"Fuck" he mutters as he looks at the delicious sight of what he has just done. But it's just the tip. If it's not in all the way it can hardly be called sex, he assures himself.

The man is huge, his cock is, too. Just the tip is stretching your entrance wide as it glides in and out, just a bit.

"Feels so good..." Smoker moans, and loses control for just a split second. His hips jerk involuntary and his cock glides in all the way, hitting the end of your vagina.

"FUCK" He curses. But well, now it happened. He won't break the rules any more than he already has, might as well fuck you all night.

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

Shits Annual Old Inventory Sale (oops this shoulda been done during spring)

So with the arrival of our foster dog, my executive dysfunction has FINALLY taken a critical hit, which means I can get working towards shit I've been trying to deal with since February!

(ie killing old inventory and designing/releasing new pieces)

Doing a 30% off sale for these prints that are either a) going to be taken fully out of rotation or b) going for a bit of sabbatical before I redesign them to look significantly cooler/up to scratch with my current abilities

When these bad boys are gone, they are GONE. If you dm me for custom requests to buy a dead print I'll do so for you but the general listing will die when inventory is out. I've hyperlinked the shop listings to their bolded titles.

First Paragraph of My Immortal - now I THOUGHT I'd purged my home of these prints LAST year but there are STILL FOUR STRAGGLER SETS LEFT that I found underneath some old renn faire gear in pristine condition so. Here they are. On sale. I wish to be free of my curse

Naval Seal Copypasta - Ahhh old friend, it has been a journey, for you are a meme of such tenure older than even the porn ban and one of my first designs, but today I free you. There are 2 copies of the first page only and 9 copies of the full three piece set remaining, I submit you to the void

Man Hook Hand Hook Car Door - To be honest, it's 2023 and this one has never been a super popular piece in the first place, and with 7 prints left I thought it best to let her go for the sake of space

Penis - I put wayyyyy too much hutzpah designing this piece in the first place and getting prints of it done cleanly were weirdly difficult, so I'm just gonna be cutting and running on this piece - props to anyone who can find allllll of the dong jokes I've tried to weave into the piece tho! There's 10 prints left, and out of those one is a weird and fucked up misprint with which i will be including a free sticker just for funsies

Limerick Rolled- This is a sabbatical one, I designed it years ago with MUCH less experience than I have today re: text spacing and would like to put her under a redesign. There are only 2 of these bad boys left, and I'll try to get her redesign up with all the others when I release 'em.

Do Good Recklessly - Another sabbatical design, I'd like to neaten this one out and rework the illumination a bit more cleanly. There's 8 prints left in my supplies, and I'll also try to get the redesign out with all the new print designs I've got planned for this summer

[gurugirl]

The Con Artist | Part 4*

Summary: You're still stuck at the motel but things are getting very spicy between you and the detective. Maybe some feelings pop up.

A/n: detective!harry x criminal!reader I don't know if I'd call this a filler chapter but it's mostly just smut - however, some important things come up that are vital to moving their story along, I just didn't realize before writing it that it would take so many words to do it (I had planned this chapter differently than it came out, which was originally going to combine parts of what's coming in the next chapter, but this is the result and I hope you guys like it, sorry for the stall). This is part 4 of a series. The Con Artist Masterlist

13.3k words

Warning: Smut, some spanking (what? she's been naughty), unprotected sex (oops), the very tiniest bit of angst, admissions of things

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Harry kept his arms around you and his face in your neck for a bit as his breathing slowed and your body began to settle. It felt intimate. But Harry was trying to think of what he should do now that he’d just had sex with you. It had never been a good idea but he couldn’t help himself. And now that he’d had you, he didn’t feel as much regret as he thought he would, even with his mind starting to clear of the fog of lust. With your hands gently rubbing over his back he felt content and happy. Sometimes post-nut clarity came in hard but this time, it just felt natural.

But you were still wondering what was coming. The sex had been great and Harry was something else. He had you confused but in any other circumstance, he’d be a man you’d want to keep around. Someone to pursue something with. But that wasn’t what this was. It had only been sex because he was on the job and you were the criminal in his custody.

When Harry finally pushed himself up he looked down at you under him with a smile, “Stay here.”

He was quick to run to the bathroom and bring back a washcloth. He’d removed his condom already you noted as he climbed back toward you on the bed, “Uh… do you want me to, or…?” Harry wasn’t sure you wanted him to clean you up. He was about to. He was going to do it for you, wipe you up because he wanted to keep looking at you but then he realized perhaps you didn’t want that. Maybe it was weird. Maybe you didn’t want him touching you after everything.

You sat up and took the damp cloth, “It’s fine. I’ll do it. Thanks, Harry,” you said as you slid off the bed with the washcloth and headed to the bathroom. You stood for a moment in silence looking at yourself in the mirror and it was awkward suddenly. It felt strange. He was so good in bed and then after he was so sweet and it was pretty much like anything you’d ever imagined as how you’d want sex to go down with any man. But now what? He was still the cop on the case supposedly. But wouldn’t this be a conflict of interest? You really didn’t know how it worked but your gut told you Harry wasn’t going by the book here (not even counting the fact that he’d just had his penis inside of you).

After you took care of yourself you went back into the room and Harry had his sweatpants on. He was standing by the window. You could see that he was feeling the awkwardness too. It made you sad a little. You wished that it wasn’t this way but sex made things awkward sometimes. Especially in this case. Especially when the man you just let fuck you was supposed to be holding you for crimes you’d committed.

You slid your shorts on and found your t-shirt and pulled it over your head. You noticed that Harry had been watching you but he turned away just before you could plant your eyes on him to verify with certainty.

You sat on the bed and looked at your nails. You painted them before you went to the Warwick and they still looked pretty good. A couple of small chips.

“So… are you hungry? You haven’t eaten anything today,” Harry finally spoke. You turned and he was standing on the opposite side of the bed looking at you. He still hadn’t put a shirt on and that was quite distracting. You’d just had two orgasms but the man was beautiful.

“Yeah. I am actually,” you gave him a small smile.

Harry nodded and looked around the room and you saw him duck down and pick up his t-shirt, finally covering his supple, broad, inked chest. You still hadn’t had the chance to suck on his nipples. Maybe give them a bite. You shook the thought from your head.

“All right. Then let’s walk up the road and see what we can find at that convenience store. Should be maybe a twenty-minute walk from here.”

It was a 45-minute walk.

And when you got there you realized the only kind of food available was packaged sweets and salty crackers and chips. Junk food. Which was better than nothing. You were quite hungry.

“Sorry, Y/n,” Harry spoke when he realized the food options were trash. You picked a few things you knew you could stomach and Harry did the same, grabbing everything from your arms that you picked up and dumping them onto the counter to buy.

Harry handed you a bag of gummy bears and he picked a bag of salty potato chips as you both trucked it on the road back to the motel with the plastic bag of the other junky foods in tow. There was no sidewalk so you walked through the gravel on the shoulder of the road the whole way but the gummy bears were tasty. Harry shared his chips with you and so you shared your gummy bears with him.

“My favorite is Haribo. These kind of suck,” Harry said as he lodged three in his mouth at once.

You laugh, “I agree actually. Haribo sort of has the corner on the gummy bear market. But have you ever tried the strawberry gummies? The ones shaped like a strawberry? They’re like this size,” you held your fingers up and demonstrated the size as you looked toward Harry.

He shook his head, “No. Haven’t. I love strawberries, though. Sounds good. Haven’t ever seen anything like that before,” Harry shoveled a handful of chips into his mouth and crunched them.

The sun was beginning to set in the sky as you neared the Arbuckle Inn. The pineapple gummy bear in your mouth was melting a little and you felt your nerves start to take over a bit. You didn’t know what to expect. But you liked that kind of. The thrill of not knowing how shit was going to go down made you feel alive. It’s why you liked what you did for a living. You never knew what you’d encounter. Nothing was dull in life and that’s how you liked it.

“Uh, how are you feeling?” Harry asked as your foot hit Arbuckle Inn’s parking lot.

He wasn’t sure where you were in your head. You seemed okay. He wanted you to be okay. He was stressed though because he had definitely blown everything. He had nothing. He knew he wasn’t going to be able to turn you in even if he did find evidence of your wrongdoings. His boss was onto him as well. She’d been calling all morning and Harry had been avoiding the calls.

“I’m better now that I’ve got something in my stomach,” you followed behind Harry as he unlocked the door to your room.

The air conditioner was rattling and working as hard as it could but you could tell it was on its last leg. The room was only slightly cooler than it was outside. But now that the sun was going down, things would cool down fast.

You and Harry laid out the junk food on the bed and snacked and watched some judge show. He told you how he came to live in the US and become a cop. His jurisdiction was in Los Angeles but he lived South of Long Beach. In your case, he was cross commissioned to work as lead detective on the case.

“So, the room at the Ritz was just for show. You didn’t really need a room,” you said. You were sitting on one side of the bed with your legs crossed facing toward Harry.

“Sort of. My house is a bit far from central LA so the hotel room was necessary to some degree. I could have driven back and forth every day but it would have been harder to keep my site on you that way,” Harry decided it didn’t matter what details he spilled to you anymore. He would be moved off the case. He was certain of it. Probably demoted. Moved to a different jurisdiction completely.

Harry’s phone began to buzz with an incoming call. You looked toward it and the name on the screen Rebecca V piqued your interest. Harry clicked the dismiss button and then flipped the phone screen to face down. He continued to snack and act like the call hadn’t happened. You didn’t ask him about it because it wasn’t your business.

You and Harry cleared the bed of the snacks and put them away into the plastic bag you got from the store. Conversation was limited once you both had your bellies full of junk. You wanted to ask him a million questions but you didn’t know where to start or how to bring them up. Did you just straight up ask him what was going on again? Would he be forthright with you this time? Would he still attempt to get a confession from you?

When you stepped out of the bathroom after brushing your teeth, Harry was taking the pillows from his side of the bed and putting them on the floor.

“What are you doing?” You leaned over to see blankets and a pillow on the floor. He was clearly making himself a pallet to sleep.

“I figured I’d sleep on the floor to give you some space…” Harry looked up at you from his spot on the floor where he was kneeling, “… didn’t want it to be weird or anything, or make you feel uncomfortable.”

For some reason, this pissed you off. You’d just had his penis in your mouth and in your vagina and now he was trying to make you feel comfortable by not sleeping next to you? You understood it was just sex, sure. But you sort of hoped he’d want to do it again. And this just felt like an excuse on his part. You were probably overthinking it but it hurt your feelings a little.

“Don’t pretend you’re trying to make me feel comfortable. If you’re uncomfortable just say it. You’re not looking for anything more, I get it, Harry. But god…” you turned away and walked back toward your side of the room where your bag was to put your toothbrush away.

“Hey,” Harry stood up and faced you from his side of the room, “I’m just trying to be nice here. Didn’t think you’d want me next to you in the bed.”

You sighed and rolled your eyes before turning around to look at Harry, “Don’t put this on me. I didn’t ask you to sleep on the floor. We just had sex, Harry. The fact that you don’t want to sleep next to me on the bed is a bit of an insult along with your cop-out of an excuse. It’s fine to sleep on the floor if that’s what you want but don’t act like it’s for my benefit.”

Harry was confused. He really was trying to be respectful of you and he hadn’t realized this would get you upset. He scratched the back of his neck and shook his head in puzzlement.

Then his phone rang again. Harry lifted it up and looked to see it was his boss, Rebecca, again. He hit the dismiss button and sat the phone back down and sighed.

“Rebecca again?” You looked at Harry as you sat down on the bed with your arms crossed. He probably had a girlfriend or something.

Harry laughed and shook his head as he lifted a bottle of water to his lips. He didn’t want to answer that. He didn’t have a girlfriend but he wasn’t ready to admit that his boss was on to him and that what he was doing was all for nothing. He knew he needed to. He should tell you that you were free to go. He wasn’t sure why he was even keeping you anymore.

Instead of answering your question, Harry continued to make his floor pallet and you were fuming.

“So that’s why you want to sleep on the floor. You feel bad for cheating on your girlfriend with me. Is that it? Typical,” you huffed as you moved the blankets over your legs and stretched. The whole thing hurt your feelings but you weren’t surprised. Now you were back to being angry at him and just wanted this day to be over.

You settled into the bed and laid your head on your pillow and faced away from Harry.

Harry didn’t want you mad at him. But it didn’t matter. It was probably better this way. But why was it better? It wasn’t like he had anything to go on and what he was doing was insane. Holding you and hoping for some break in the case? The moment he told his boss about what happened and explained everything he knew he’d be removed from the case. Then he might not see you again. Perhaps that was where his hesitance lay. The thought that after this, that would be it. He wouldn’t see you again. His inner turmoil was heavy. He didn’t know what he wanted. In another world, he’d be all over you and try to get on your good side. He’d want to see you as often as you’d let him and he’d take you out and get to know more of you and then maybe even start something serious with you. But in this world, he was a cop and you were a criminal.

Harry walked into the bathroom to brush his teeth. The flickering light was annoying and he felt exhausted. He really hadn’t had the best sleep the night before, if any. And then of course he was more confused than he’d ever been. About you. About the case. You were still lying on your side on the bed when he came out of the bathroom and he looked over your face smushed into the pillow. You weren’t sleeping but your eyes were closed.

Harry lifted his phone up and saw all the missed calls from Rebecca and he didn’t know if he should just get it over with. Call her back and tell her everything. Maybe tomorrow. He looked over at you again, “I don’t have a girlfriend, Y/n.”

You opened your eyes and stayed silent. You imagined that if Rebecca wasn’t his girlfriend then she was probably some chick he hooked up with who had his number or something. There was just no way Harry wasn’t getting it regularly. Or maybe she was his friend? You knew his sister’s name because he’d told you.

You heard Harry sigh and then felt the bed dip when he sat down but you didn’t bother to move to look at him or rollover.

“I wouldn’t have done anything if I had a girlfriend. I just… Look, sleeping on the floor was just meant to be polite, nothing else. I didn’t want to cross any more boundaries than I’ve already crossed with you,” Harry paused, and when you still didn’t move to look at him he put his hand on your arm to get your attention. You didn’t move when you felt him touch you.

“Would you look at me? Come on. I’m trying to be a nice guy here, Y/n.”

That got you to laugh. How ridiculous was he? A nice guy. Harry’d been nice, sure, but most of all he was confusing and infuriating.

You finally rolled to your back and turned your head toward him. Harry removed his hand from your arm.

“It feels very much like a power play, Harry. You fuck me but you don’t want to sleep next to me. At least having a girlfriend would explain it, but you say you don’t have a girlfriend. So then we’re back to it being a bit of an insult. So, it’s not actually a nice thing. If you don’t want to be next to me even after we had sex, that’s fine. But don’t pretend it’s not insulting to me,” you sit up so you can see his face better.

Harry frowned and looked down to his lap, “Sorry. I didn’t know,” he looked back up at you, “Did you want me to sleep next to you?”

You laughed again and rubbed your hands over your face and then ran your fingers through your hair in frustration, “Ya know what, Harry? Don’t worry about it. Just do what think is good for you. You’re taking me to jail anyway, right? So you sleeping next to me just complicates things. Now that you’ve had sex with me that’s all you need. I’m good with that if you are.”

You began to lay back down but Harry grabbed your arm, “Don’t do that. We were getting along finally. Don’t get all pissy. I’m trying to talk about this. Do you want me to sleep here next to you? Is that what you were expecting?”

You let out a laugh in disbelief as you shook your head. This man was crazy if he thought he was going to get you to spill your inner thoughts.

You didn’t answer as you tried to pull your arm away from him but Harry leaned in and tightened his hand around your arm, “Why are you so difficult? You’re like a child sometimes, Y/n.”

You dropped your mouth open in shock at his words. A child?

“Fuck you, Harry. You’re just really good at making a girl feel like shit. That’s all. Let me go,” you pulled your arm and Harry released you but he stayed in his spot, his face in a frown, brows scrunched.

“No. Fuck you. I’m tired of your mouth, you know that? I try to be nice and do the right thing but you give me these cryptic questions and answers. It’s bullshit. If you want something all you have to do is say it.”

You leaned your head back to the headboard and looked upward with a grin, “Oh, you’re tired of my mouth? Really? You seemed to like my mouth not that long ago and I think that’s where the problem lies,” you turned to look at him, “You feel like sex is okay but when it comes to sleeping next to me, that’s where you draw the line? What’s going on here, Harry? Really. Tell me the truth.”

Harry pulled his lips into his mouth and squinted as he looked at you. He wasn’t going to tell you just yet. But he did understand your upset a little better now.

“Okay. I see… so you felt used? Is that it? Look, Y/n… I don’t know what you want from this. I’m a cop,”

You scoffed and cut him off, “And I’m the criminal. I fucking know, Harry. You’re sure to remind me every fucking chance you get. So what’s the difference? You fuck me and somehow your morals kick in when it comes time to sleep? Were you planning to cuff me to the bed too so I don’t run away?”

Harry turned his head to look at the wall and shake his head before looking back at you, “What the fuck do you want, Y/n? Tell me.”

“I want you to tell me what’s going on. Is any of this allowed? Start there,” you raised your brows at him and cocked your head to the side.

Harry cleared his throat and his phone started to buzz again. You both looked over at the phone lit up on the night table and then back at one another. You kept your brows raised at him.

Harry closed his eyes and shook his head. He was in such deep shit.

“Is it Rebecca? Who is she? And I’m not asking because I’m jealous before your ego starts getting any ideas.”

Harry opened his eyes and looked at you. You were sitting upright now with your arms crossed over your chest and your thigh and knee were poking out from under the blanket. You saw how Harry moved his eyes down to your leg and over your frame.

“She’s… look, I’m trying to figure everything out here. Okay? I just need time to think,” Harry stood from the bed and you watched him turn his phone off completely. He was flustered. He walked to the window and pulled the curtain back a bit and looked out and then turned back to you. He clicked the lamp off and pulled his t-shirt off over his head and draped it on the back of the chair.

“Nuh uh…” you pointed at him and stood from the bed, putting your feet on the carpet floor, “Nope. You put your clothes back on. You can’t just fucking walk around here with your shirt off. That’s not fair.”

Harry scoffed and got down onto his knees on the pallet he made, ignoring you. You put your hands on your hips and walked to the end of the bed and watched him.

“Put your shirt on Harry or my clothes are all coming off because I normally sleep naked. So if you get to be comfortable while you sleep, then so do I,” you didn’t move from your spot as you watched Harry ignore you and pull the sheet over his body. So you put your fingers into the band of your shorts and began pulling them down your legs.

Harry wasn’t going to look. He thought you were bluffing at first but then when he saw you moving from his peripheral he realized you weren’t bluffing. You’d slid your shorts down your legs and he knew you didn’t have panties on because he watched you put your shorts on earlier after you two had sex.

Harry huffed out a laugh and sat up, “Fine. I usually sleep naked too,” he pulled his sweatpants down his legs and acted as if he wasn’t bothered in the least by your bare legs and the fact that you only had a t-shirt on with nothing under it. But he was bothered. His thoughts were racing. He felt his heart rate pick up and he tried to ignore how his cock started to plump, but he covered himself in time. Still not looking at you.

“Okay. Have it your way,” you said as you pulled your t-shirt off over your head and walked right in front of him, dropping the material on the floor. He wasn’t looking at you, and you knew it was on purpose. You knew if he looked it’d be game over for him. You were holding all the cards and he thought he could call your bluff but you weren’t shy and plus he’d seen you naked already. You kind of hoped he’d look at you and eat his words and you’d just saunter off to the bed and fall asleep happily.

You grabbed your water bottle off the nightstand right behind Harry and leaned over, purposely keeping yourself in his view. You uncapped the top of the bottle and took a drink and then sat it back down on the table and turned to walk toward the bed.

Harry couldn’t help himself. He watched you walk off and saw the curve of your bottom and then closed his eyes. You were baiting him. He laid back on his pallet and looked up at the ceiling. His cock was slowly thickening under the blanket and he was trying to will it away. Deep breaths Harry he said to himself.

But you were fine. You hummed and climbed into the sheets and pulled the blankets up over yourself and smiled. You knew what you were doing, and even if nothing came from it you still found it amusing. Harry didn’t seem to care but he was a man. You knew he was bothered by it because he wouldn’t even look in your direction.

“So much better now that I’m all bare under the sheets. Thanks for the idea, Harry,” you spoke as you stretched and rolled to face toward the direction where Harry was lying, even though you couldn’t see him on his pallet.

He grunted and you could hear him shift on his pallet. Harry was just trying to keep himself in line. His cock had a mind of its own at that moment. He pressed himself down and sighed as he closed his eyes. He’d just try to sleep and get through the night.

But after moments of silence, he heard you getting up. The bed squeaked when you got off it and he slowly lifted his head to see what you were doing. He hadn’t cuffed you to the bed this time. He figured you weren’t going to run, but he was also sleeping on the side close to the door so he’d see you if you tried to escape.

Suddenly you were walking around the bed and grabbing your bottle of water. You stood a foot from him and took a drink and then recapped it before placing it back on the table.

“Why don’t you bring it with you and put it on the nightstand? So you don’t need to keep getting up,” Harry spoke to you.

You smiled and began to walk away again but stopped so he could still see you, “Because it’s more fun this way.”

Harry sat up and even in the dark he could see your shape. Your breasts were pretty and round, your hips were perfect for grabbing and squeezing, and your bottom was soft. He wanted to touch you again.

But you wanted him to touch you. You were asking for it, practically. You wanted him in the bed with you at the very least. You couldn’t really make out his frame because he was in the shadow next to the bed but you could tell he was looking at you now. He was sitting up. His broad shoulders and the shape of his head were in the shadow but he was still handsome.

“What? Do I have something on my back?” You said in jest as you turned your bottom toward him and looked behind yourself and then back to Harry.

Harry let out a deep breath and moved up to his knees, but he held his blanket over his crotch you noted, which made you smile. You turned back to face him again, “Got something you need to hide there?” You teased.

Harry was at his wit's end. He knew what you were doing and he was going to go with it now. He had no reason not to anymore. Damn protocol. When you saw his large hand reach up and grab your thigh, he pulled you toward himself. As you were standing directly in front of him you smiled and felt your limbs zip with excitement. He was giving in.

He took a hold of your hips and stood up, his blanket falling to the floor and revealing what he tried to hide. He was hard. You’d gotten a rise out of him. Literally.

But in less than a second your back hit the bed and Harry was over you with his mouth at yours again. And just like the time before, the kiss had you on another planet. You grasped onto his back and opened your legs quickly for him to settle in between.

Harry brought a hand to your thigh and moved your leg to wrap around his waist and you moved your other leg up to match, so you had both your legs hooked at the ankle around his hips.

Harry’s heavy dick was lying over your stomach, warm and stiff. This was what you wanted. To have him again. To feel it again.

But Harry wanted it too. It wasn’t like he’d been talked into this or you made him cave. He wanted you under him, on him, around him.

Harry put his hands under your head as he slotted your lips together and breathed heavily from his nose. You felt so good in his arms. He liked this a lot. Too much.

You suddenly pushed at Harry and he gasped when he parted his lips from yours, “What is it?”

You sat up, and Harry moved back, keeping his hands on your thighs. You pushed him and made him lie on his back and you crawled over him, placing your pussy on his cock, your lips spreading for him as you slid up his shaft, “See how wet you make me, Harry? It needs to be taken care of,” you whispered before leaning down to kiss him. You kept your pussy on his prick, slipping yourself over him as he put his hands on your bottom and guided you up and down. His breathing was heavy, and the small moans falling from his lips made you smile.

“That’s why you wanted me on the bed with you,” Harry spoke against your lips, “you wanted my cock again. Isn’t that right?”

You moaned and nodded as you licked into his mouth, “Yes, Harry. Who cares? Right? It’s too late anyway. We’ve already fucked. Let’s do it again,” you spoke in breaths between kisses.

You weren’t really one to beg. And that wasn’t actually you begging. But you were horny and Harry was really good in bed. And you wanted his prick inside of you again, stretching you, poking deep into your tummy, slicking itself through your walls, and dragging against all the good spots inside that no other cock had ever touched.

Harry groaned and squeezed your bottom harshly, “Okay. You win. Fuck I want you,” Harry pulled you down to his mouth so he could kiss you again. You were both far too gone at this point. The sex was good and that’s all there was to it.

“Where are your condoms?” You sat up over him and smoothed your hands over his pecs and then dipped down and finally wrapped your lips around a nipple. You licked and sucked at it. He smelled good too and you could feel his heart pounding under your mouth. Harry moaned and rocked his hips upward, “In the nightstand,” he put an arm out and his knuckle hit the wood nightstand. You lifted up and crawled over him to open the drawer and felt for the box to pull it out.

Harry pulled you down over his mouth, his lips connecting to your tummy as you pulled a condom out of the box and then pushed away from his mouth, lowering yourself back down to put the condom over him.

Harry sat up and watched as you removed the rubber from the packaging and placed it over his tip. You slowly rolled it down over him and smiled, “Your cock is really pretty, Harry.”

Harry chuckled and grabbed your hips to bring you up to him, “Then put that pretty pussy on my pretty cock, Y/n. Stop playing.”

So you did. You placed him at your entrance and as you slid down over him you both moaned. Perfection.

You moved up and down over him slowly. This position made him feel so much deeper and you sucked in a sharp breath when the bottom of your thighs were sat over his fully, his cock deep in your guts. You closed your eyes and put your hands back to hold onto the top of his thighs and began moving him in and out. Harry gasped at the tightness and he held onto the bottom of your thighs as you fucked yourself on him.

“So deep like this, Harry. Oh my god…” you bit your lip and kept your hips moving up and down. The slick sounds were already obvious in the room. You’d been wet for a bit. Soaked in fact.

“Fuck…” Harry had his head on the pillow under him and dropped his mouth open. You felt so good. God was he glad you were not shy and that you were so forward.

You got into a rhythm, slipping up and down his long shaft. You worked your thighs to lift yourself and give Harry a bit of a view so he could watch his cock spreading you apart. He definitely liked what you were doing.

He moved the pillow under his neck so he could watch with more ease. He moved his hands back to underneath your thighs, “So fucking pretty on my cock like that, Y/n,” he groaned.

You licked your lips and smiled, “It is pretty isn’t it? Feels so good too,” you panted.

Your thighs began to get a little tired so you sat forward and brought your hands to his chest, knees down on the mattress to grind down over him. You moved yourself over his cock, your clit dragging over his pubic bone and you moaned. Harry reached up to squeeze your tits and he bent his knees slightly, his feet flat on the mattress and began rutting up into you slowly.

The new position was easier for you and it allowed Harry to fuck into you as well. When he started to rock upward the bed started to creak under his shifting weight. You braced yourself over him, your hands at his chest as he picked up the pace.

“Ugh!” You were knocked upward a bit when he went harder and his balls began to smack into your bottom on each thrust into you, “Fuck, Harry!”

The thudding of skin and the wet plunge of his cock into you was Harry’s favorite sound. It had been too long since he’d had regular sex. Your little gasps and whines were also egging him on. He could tell you liked what he was doing so he went harder and you closed your eyes, mouth dropped open.

From this angle, Harry had the best view of your tits softly bouncing and your neck stretched out and mouth open. Your whimpers and the way you were squeezing around him were good signs.

“Like that, Y/n? Like it when I fuck into you deep?” Harry’s hands were on your ass, guiding you up and down on his cock as he continued plunging into you from his position below.

“Uh huh…” you whined and nodded. You opened your eyes and looked down at him. You could fuck this man all day and all night. He was so hot and he was really good with his cock and his mouth. God, it was too good.

Your loud moans and gasps of Harry’s name were met with Harry’s own moans. You liked a man who was a little vocal. Harry didn’t give you too much but when he did, it sent your heart fluttering. You loved that your pussy was making him feel good the way his dick was making you feel good.

With the way your clit was being rubbed against on his pubes and Harry’s cock lodged deep in your guts you came suddenly. You whined Harry’s name and clenched over his cock. Harry gritted his teeth when he felt your little muscle squeezing him and he gasped when he came. He stilled his hips and grasped your ass, holding you down over him as he emptied into his condom and you panted in high-pitched breaths.

You had already been on edge before Harry even fucked you. You’d wanted him since you got back to the motel room with the snacks. And then after all the conversation and the subtle flirting, the looks he was giving you, then the teasing and the argument that led to where you were now… it was no wonder you’d come so fast.

You smoothed your hands over his pecs (really your favorite spot to put your palms) and Harry moved his hands from your bottom to your waist and pulled you down over him. He wrapped his arms around you and you put your cheek at his clavicle. With your eyes closed you moved your hands up into his hair and Harry kissed the top of your head, his hands brushing over your back.

“I’ll sleep in the bed with you tonight since you insisted,” Harry joked with a laugh.

You smiled and laughed and turned your head down and lightly bit at his skin, “Nah… you should sleep on the floor. I’ve gotten what I wanted from you, detective,” you chuckled and then you felt Harry’s hand land over your bottom and you jumped, pushing yourself up to look at him in shock.

“Did you just spank me?” You had a big grin on your face but so did Harry.

He raised a brow and brought his palm down on your soft, round bottom again with a smack, a little harder this time, and laughed, “OH. Was that what that was? Like this?” He did again and you laughed and tried to push off of him but his free arm wrapped tighter around your middle and held you securely in place.

“You’re a menace, Harry!” You giggled when you felt his fingers pinch your skin where the curve of your bottom met the back of your thigh. You smacked his chest and he laughed, a deep vibration coming from his chest and it felt like you’d known him forever. Like it should feel when you’re in bed with someone you’ve just had sex with.

“A menace?” Harry’s eyes were droopy as he smiled and shook his head, “No. I don’t think so. You deserve a good spanking I think. I bet you don’t get spanked often enough. It’s why you’re so mouthy.”

You both laughed and you wiggled to move off of him again but he continued to hold you still, “Don’t go. Just stay like this with me.” Harry squeezed you tighter.

You relented with a huff (a fake one because you were actually quite pleased that he didn’t want you to move) and laid your head back down on his chest, your fingernails lightly scraping over the hair on his chest.

Harry let out a deep hum, vibrating against your ear and you smiled. A sudden feeling of giddiness fell over you. It felt good like this. With Harry. You still didn’t know what tomorrow held but you knew that at that moment in his arms something had shifted. And when he kissed the top of your head again you felt your heart flutter in your chest. You turned your head and kissed the skin on his pec and then smushed your cheek back into his chest again and you could feel Harry’s heart pounding in his chest. You both felt it. The beginning of something.

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You woke up to Harry moving the slightest bit under you. You woke up still on top of him, just like you’d fallen asleep, but you could tell his penis was no longer inside of you. You lifted your head and looked up at his sleepy face and saw the light coming in from the sides of the window. It was morning.

“Morning,” Harry’s groggy morning voice was even sexy. His hair was a mess and his body was so warm and comfortable. You couldn’t believe you’d fallen asleep on top of him and stayed that way all night. You looked over at the clock on the nightstand.

“It’s 8:40. Should we call that place where your car is?” You looked down at Harry.

He took a deep breath, which made his chest expand. You put your hands on his pecs and smiled down at him. Harry moved his hands down to your bottom, gently brushing over it, and pulled you up a little so that your face was directly over his.

“They don’t open until 10,” his smile was a little cheeky as he squeezed at your bottom, and when you shifted you felt it. His hardon.

You squinted down at him and laughed, “See? You’re a menace,” you smiled.

Harry hummed and nodded, “Guess I am. What about you? Are you feeling like a menace too?” He licked his lips and there was nothing more to say so you lowered your mouth to his and softly kissed his lips.

The kiss was lazy and soft and a little sloppy. A perfect morning kiss but it wasn’t just any morning kiss. It led to you grinding over Harry’s cock and Harry slipping a new condom on and then fucking you tummy down into the bed. He slid his hand in between you and the mattress and rubbed your clit as he plunged into you from behind. Another record breaker. You came on his cock and he released into his condom in less than fifteen minutes total. Then he kissed your back and down your spine until he sat back and spanked your bottom a couple of times for good measure making you both laugh.

You took a much-needed shower that Harry interrupted. The man was either deprived or an addict because when he pulled the grimy shower curtain back and stepped in while you had soap in your hair he was already thick and hard between his legs. You lowered to your knees to suck him off. He wanted to fuck you again but he didn’t bring a condom into the shower with himself and you knew how difficult shower sex was. And the wall of the tub was not anything you wanted to touch.

Harry placed a palm on the wall while you gagged and worked your hardest on him but he kept pulling you off and saying sweet shit like, “Take it easy. No need to choke on it. You don’t have to prove anything to me.” Which is the kind of shit that makes a girl fall in love. The last guy you slept with wanted you to choke on it. Wanted you to gag and take him down your throat and so for Harry with his big dick and pretty eyes looking at you all soft, well, that made you want to choke on his cock, and maybe that’s why he said those things. Reverse psychology and all. So you went all in and Harry was moaning and gasping and begging you even. He was begging you.

“Oh, my god. Yes, please, baby. Fuck… please… please…” you smiled as you choked him down your throat. He was no longer trying to pull you off as his cock began throbbing and you tasted a steady drip of his pre-come. You couldn’t put him all in but you could get his tip to graze the back of his throat (which wasn’t hard because Harry’s cock was long). You felt Harry’s hand in your hair but he never pushed you down over him, which again, was sweet and romantic (it was rare that a man didn’t try to push you down on him once his hand was in your hair during head). Harry’s knees started to bend slightly and he put more weight onto his palm where he leaned against the shower wall.

“Fuck… like that, Y/n… oh my god…” Harry’s words were deep groans and he tried to keep his eyes on you as swallowed around him but every time you gulped around his tip when it hit the back of your throat Harry got a little weaker and his legs were fighting to keep him upright, “Holy shit… please don’t stop. Fuck, fuck, fuck…” he moaned as he threw his head back.

You had your hands on his muscular thighs to keep yourself steady as the water coming down from the showerhead was slippery under your knees. When you chanced to move a hand to his heavy balls, full of his come, you spread your thighs to maintain your balance. You watched his chest heave as you gently massaged his scrotum and whirled your tongue over his tip as you caught your breath before taking him down your throat again, gagging and choking.

And that did it. When Harry felt your small hands brushing and gently squeezing his balls and the way your throat gripped his bulbous head when you gagged he came with a deep, loud groan and quivering thighs. You drank him down and kept your eyes upward on him and the way he looked down at you as his cock pumped ropes of his come down your throat, it felt a lot sweeter than a blowjob should feel. Your reward was him lifting you up and kissing you so hard and so deeply that it felt like a dream. This man couldn’t be real. How could he be taking you to jail and kissing you like this too?

And those thoughts were already in Harry’s mind the moment he woke up with you in his arms. How was he going to give you up to the police and let them lock you away? How was he going to not keep you now that he’s had you? Really had you. He needed to find a way to keep you out of trouble and himself. He just didn’t know what he was going to do because he hadn’t really had any time to think. But he was sure he wouldn’t be able to just release you from his custody either. What if you didn’t want to stay? He’d be heartbroken. Well, maybe not heartbroken but he’d be hurt if you didn’t want to stay. But he couldn’t make you stay with him if you didn’t want to.

So he did what any man would do who wanted to make sure the girl was happy, he carried you to the bed and ate you out until you came on his face and gushed over his chin. He liked having his face in between your legs. Liked you noises and the way you wiggled. He really liked you in general. And he did not expect to like you as much as he did.

After you’d finally put some clothes on Harry turned his phone on. He sat down on the bed with his back to you and that’s when you remembered. Rebecca. You watched his body language from where you stood as you put your hair into a ponytail. You heard him sigh. He stared down at the phone in his hand silently.   

You hesitated to ask but you were not one to hold back normally. Sometimes you spoke when you shouldn’t. Sometimes you put your foot into your mouth. Many times you didn’t think before you said something, “Did she call again?”

Harry’s back stiffened and he put the phone down on the bed. You saw him take in a deep breath and he turned, putting his knee up onto the bed, and looked at you standing on the opposite side.

“Rebecca is my boss. Yes. She called again. She’s not happy.”

His boss. Huh. Now you felt a number of things. The first was relief that it wasn’t some hookup or a girlfriend. Secondly, you felt a little bad for asking since it wasn’t a girlfriend or someone he might be interested in. You were also curious. What could his boss want? Should you ask? Was he in trouble? He was in trouble. The look on his face told you almost everything you wanted to know.

“You’re in trouble,” you said as you sat down on the bed.

Harry pulled his lips into his mouth and nodded, “Yup.”

You decided that was enough to know for now. Unless he decided to share more with you willingly. But you’d take that little bit until he was ready for more. But that didn’t mean you weren’t very curious. You had your theories.

Harry knew that by turning on his phone he’d see all the missed calls and messages from Rebecca. He was in deep shit. He just needed to get his thoughts together. But first, he needed to call the shop and figure out what was going on with his car.

The man at the shop did not have news Harry wanted to hear. A part needed to be ordered and it was coming from a different city so the man couldn’t have the car done until the following afternoon. The good news was that he didn’t need payment upfront. Harry assumed he’d need to get a taxi to the shop, pay the man and then come back to the motel again. So that was the one bright thing in his day. And you too.

Harry ran a hand through his hair and watched you as you dug through your suitcase. You were pulling things out and folding clothes sitting on the floor. He sat down next to you, cross-legged and you turned to look at him, “What?”

Harry shrugged, “Just thought I’d join you down here. I was thinking of asking the person at the office if there was any place nearby to eat. Like real food. Maybe we can get a taxi or walk if it’s close enough. What do you think?”

You closed your suitcase and kept your eyes on Harry’s. His eyes were so beautiful. Not like any others you’d seen. Otherworldly almost. Light olive with whispers of blue and gold. And then the outer edges of his iris were a deeper shade of green as if to outline the fact that he was more beautiful than anyone else. Like he needed an outline in a darker green so you’d really pay attention to his gaze. Impossible to avert your eyes. And then that was all defined by his dark lashes to really draw you in.

“Uh…” you had to reign in your thoughts when you realized you’d been staring too long, “that actually sounds good. I’m hungry.”

Harry was smirking at you. He noticed your lingering look. He knew he was pretty and it pleased him that you noticed it too.

The closest restaurant was a diner but you’d need to take a taxi because it was a twenty-minute drive away. Harry called a taxi and to your shock, the same man that dropped you off the day before was there to pick you up. Bob. He was friendly and talkative, just like last time. But this time Harry sat in the back with you. He put an arm behind your back and pulled you into his side. You felt like you were in high school again. It was like basic touch had you spinning. Had you been that touch-starved? Maybe. But you really liked being tucked into his side and the way Harry kept his arm over your shoulder and softly brushed his thumb on your arm. Everything he did was a turn on and now you were reminded of his big prick and his big mouth and the bed waiting for you when you got back to the motel.

The diner was in a small town. The town was so small it consisted of one road with a grocery store, a gas station, a public building that might have been a library at one time but was now boarded up, a few houses, a bar, and the Belladonna Diner. Such a fancy name for a small-town diner.

Bob promised to be back in about an hour and you Harry settled into a booth to get something hot to eat. He showed you pictures of his sister and her kids. And then his mom. And then he gave you your phone, “You can have your phone. Shouldn’t have taken it from you in the first place,” he said as he slid it across the table to you.

You looked at him in question as you picked it up. You had a lot of missed calls and texts. Mostly from Raechel. You looked from your phone screen back up to Harry, “Thank you. Uh,” you lifted your phone up and showed Harry, “I’m just gonna text Raechel and let her know I’m okay.”

Harry was nervous to give you your phone but he had no reason to hold it. He had no reason to hold you. He needed to come clean to you about what was going on. About how you were free to go. How he’d drop the case and even tell his boss that he found nothing on you. He knew it was you. You still hadn’t admitted it to him but he knew it.

You quickly typed a text to Raechel and told her you were fine and that you’d call her later when you had a chance. You wanted to talk to her in private but you weren’t sure yet what you could tell her.

Your food was laid down on the table and you and Harry began to eat in silence. Having your phone back was nice but you didn’t know what it meant.

“Why? I mean…” you swallowed your bite, “why give me my phone back? Will you tell me what’s going to happen?” You just wanted answers. You wanted to understand what you could expect tomorrow.

Harry rolled his neck and looked out the window before sipping his coffee and placing it back on the table, “You’re free to go. I don’t have any reason to hold you. When my car gets fixed I can take you back to your mother’s. I’m sorry about everything,” Harry didn’t look you in the eyes when he spoke.

But you didn’t like his answer for some reason. Maybe yesterday before getting to the motel you would have been happy to hear the words you’re free to go. But now? You didn’t know if you liked that or not. It didn’t help you settle in your mind your feelings or straighten out what was to come next.

“So, you’re not taking me to jail?” You raised your brows and sat back in the seat as you watched Harry push his food around on his plate.

“No. I’ll tell my boss you’re not the one we’re looking for. I’m going to be removed from the case. I’ve ruined my hard work,” you saw his throat bob when he swallowed. He looked disappointed. Upset.

“Thank you,” your voice came out softer than you intended.

“I think I just wanted to see if I could get a confession but now,” Harry shook his head and clenched his jaw, still not looking at you, “I don’t want it. I don’t want you to go to prison,” he finally looked up at you, “I guess I just wanted you around. Didn’t want to let you go even after I knew it was no good and I’d get into trouble,” he licked his lips and looked back down.

You didn’t know what to say. You looked back down at your phone when Raechel texted you back but you were too focused on the man before you to lift the phone to read her reply.

“What about you? What will you do? You said you were in trouble. Would you be like… fired or something?” You were concerned.

Harry shook his head and sighed, “No. Maybe moved to a different case, suspended perhaps, I don’t know. I don’t think I’d be fired. Not for this. It was a fuck up but not something to lose my job over.”

You nodded, “Well… what about…” you frowned and looked down to build a bit of courage to say what you wanted, “us. What about us?”

Harry lifted his head up to look at you and scrunched his brows together, “What do you mean?”

You blinked and opened your mouth to speak but paused. How would you say it? The things you were feeling and what you really wanted. You didn’t want this to be over suddenly. You liked Harry. Was this it? You bit your lip and looked down to your lap and then took a deep breath, “I like you,” you brought your gaze back up to his, “I know this isn’t conventional but, I kind of hoped…” you shook your head and looked out the window. You didn’t know what you hoped. You didn’t know what you even wanted.

“You like me?” Harry said in a voice barely above a whisper and you turned to look at him, his grin was soft, genuine.

You laughed and nodded, “I mean… yeah. Thought you kind of liked me too,” you shrugged and gave him a sheepish smile.

Harry leaned back into his seat and his grin widened, dimples carving into his cheeks. You felt his foot nudge yours and you saw the cheeky sparkle in his eyes, that look again, the one that said he knew something you didn’t.

“What makes you think I like you?” His question was goading. He couldn’t stop his grin from taking over his features. He knew it was at least somewhat obvious to you by now the way he felt about you.

You squinted at him and pushed his foot away from yours and crossed your arms, “Oh, I don’t know. Let’s see… maybe it’s the way you can’t keep your hands to yourself around me,” you raised your brows at him, “the way you saved me from Oregano,” you both laughed, “how you begged me this morning in the shower…” you grinned and Harry’s eyes widened.

“Did not beg you. I don’t beg. You were the one on your knees with my,” he looked around the mostly empty diner and leaned in, both of his feet encasing yours now, holding your legs in place, “dick down your throat,” he chuckled and his grin turned into something more scandalous, his eyes getting a little darker.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes and put your middle finger up to his face, “You did beg. Multiple times. And then you spread me out on the bed and thanked me with your mouth on my kitty.” You smiled and Harry grabbed your middle finger and pulled your hand to his mouth, nipping the tip of your pad between his teeth before letting go, “Be careful giving me the finger like that young lady.”

You rolled your eyes again and Harry tilted his head down, keeping his eyes on you with a look of warning.

“Why? You worried I’ll stick it in your bum hole?” You sputtered out a laugh and Harry slid out of his spot in the booth and plopped down next to you, caging you in with his legs and his arms as he leaned close.

“No. There’s nothing you could do to me that I wouldn’t like. But that attitude is gonna get you in a lot of trouble,” his nearness was overwhelming, in the best way. He didn’t back down easily but neither did you. You liked the back-and-forth with him. The banter, the flirting, the fake annoyance, the combative arguments that got heated and turned to you being unable to resist him anymore.

“So you do want it up your bum hole. I can make that happen for you, Harry,” you spoke quietly and licked your lips.

Harry’s eyes were dark and when you slid your hand over his crotch you realized he was just as turned on as you were. You squeezed and Harry let out a quick puff of breath, parting his lips.

“See? This is just one of the many reasons I can tell you like me,” you pressed your palm down and Harry leaned down further toward your face, and suddenly his mouth was on yours.

You wrapped your hands around his back and brought them up to the back of his head and he pulled you into his body and it got hot a little too fast. You were in public and making out in a booth in a small-town diner. There weren’t many people in the diner but still. Your panties were wet and Harry’s prick was hard. You hadn’t had enough of him and you decided you didn’t want it to be over yet.

Harry kissed you hard and his shaky breath between kisses told you how turned on he was. He was more than turned on, though. He was relieved that you said you liked him. That you seemed to want more like he did. He didn’t think it was a good idea, but good ideas be damned at this point. He was already in too deep and why deny himself now? Why stop what he’d started when you didn’t seem to want it to stop either?

Harry laid cash down on the table and you both went outside for privacy. On the side of the building in view of the road so you could see Bob coming Harry had you against the brick and slid his hands under your shirt and cupped your breasts as he continued kissing you like you were the last woman on earth. You had your hands in the back of his shirt, smoothing your palms over his skin, your bodies pressed together hard when you heard the honking of a horn.

You both parted from the kiss with gasps and pink cheeks and turned to see Bob parked in the road at the curb waving at you both.

The ride back to the motel was mostly a series of small kisses and touches and attempts to keep it cool as Bob chatted and filled the silence, only making it more awkward when you’d catch him looking in the rearview mirror.

Harry practically dragged you into your room and slammed the door closed the moment you both were inside and clothes couldn’t come off fast enough. It’s like you hadn’t had enough yet. Like you couldn’t get enough. You knew you should probably talk about what might happen tomorrow but that could wait when Harry pushed you onto the bed and hooked his arms under your thighs and placed his whole mouth over your pussy and began licking you up and down.

You placed your hands in his hair and moved your hips up and down over his face. He didn’t even need to use his fingers to get you off this time. His tongue and lips worked you into a frenzy and you learned that when you had your clit sucked on and a tongue slipping up and down at the same time it was magic. That was his secret. The sucking and the licking all at once were sensational and it turned you into an agitated, bumbling, wet mess.

Harry had your legs locked down as he used his talented mouth on you and when you felt the nearness of your orgasm start to spike through your system you opened your eyes and looked down at him, a mess of curls from how your fingers had been pulling at his hair, his eyes closed like you were a delicacy to take his time eating. A flavor to savor.

“Harry!” you gasped his name in a breathy voice and felt his voice vibrate off of your clit and that was it for you. You came hard and tears rolled down your cheeks as you tried to inhale breaths of air. Harry’s mouth only dug in harder and he held you down with ease, your thighs trying to close around his head and your entire body trembling under him.

You’d lost yourself for a bit but when you felt soft licks and kisses on your cunt and your head began to piece itself together again you opened your eyes and looked down between your legs. Harry’s eyes were on you and he lifted his face. The insides of your thighs were red from the agitation of the overgrown scruff on his face, which now had your arousal all over. Harry kissed the inside of your left thigh and then climbed over you and planted a sloppy kiss on your mouth. You wrapped your arms around him and basked in his attention with a sigh, attempting to kiss him back before he pulled away to look down at you.

“You okay?” He looked at you, that cocky grin on his face again.

You nodded and smiled and then closed your eyes. You weren’t ready for real words just yet. Your brain was still working itself back into place.

You felt Harry move off of you and get off the bed so you watched him as he went somewhere in the room but you couldn’t move your head back far enough to keep your eyes on his naked frame.

He came back to the bed, the mattress dipping down next to you and he laid on his side, an arm smoothing over your middle and you were pulled into his chest. You liked all of the affection he was suddenly so freely giving you. The hugs, the sweet gestures, and longing looks, the gentle kisses…

Yeah. He definitely liked you. He just still hadn’t quite admitted it yet. He hadn’t told you what he wanted or what his plan was.

You leaned your head back to look up at him and his eyes were already on you. You smiled at him and the smell of yourself was distinct between you two.

And like he was reading your mind Harry finally spoke, “I like you a lot.”

Your smile widened and you slid your palms up from his pecs to his neck and then into his hair, “Yeah? I knew it.”

Harry laughed through his nose and smiled, “What gave it away?”

You touched his lip and then thumbed at his cheek and up toward the edge of his eye, “That. The way you look at me.”

Harry’s mouth was curved up in a closed-mouth smile as his eyes took in the whole of your face.

It was another one of those intimate moments that felt serious and too real. It felt like you were about to lose balance and tip over into dangerous territory. But you wanted to find out what the danger was. To look at it and experience it. Maybe it wasn’t all that bad. Maybe it was a mistake.

“I can’t help it. You’re so pretty,” he put his hand up to your face and grazed his fingers over your temple and down to your cheek, and then over your bottom lip. You closed your eyes. It was too intense. His gaze, his presence, the moment.

You felt his lips on your jaw, soft, and warm. You were both still naked and Harry’s erection was far from being tamed. He needed it taken care of.

You moved your hand down to press your palm over him and he brought his lips up to kiss your mouth. It happened without very much thought, your thigh getting hitched over his hip, your centers kissing like your mouths were and suddenly you opened your eyes and he opened his as he pushed into you, both laid on your sides facing one another.

You lost all sense when you threw caution to the wind and felt him bare inside of you. Harry felt your warmth and your softness around him and he gasped when he dipped into you with no barrier. You both breathed one another in deeply and watched each other as you slid together, a silent understanding of what you were doing. What you shouldn’t be doing. But the moment was too tender to break, to stop.

Harry’s shaky breath fell over your neck as his hands found your bottom and he moved into you. The slow and languid pushing and pulling, hearts pounding, and breaths deep and strained had your brain locked on him. Your hand in his hair and wet lips parted at the new connection between you.

Harry stopped moving his hips and closed his eyes before opening them again to set his beautiful gaze on yours, “Is this okay?”

You nodded and moved your hip down to push him deeper, “Please don’t stop,” you panted your words.

The look on Harry’s face was relief and appreciation, he breathed heavily through his nose when he pressed into you and pulled back to his tip and then plunged back in, “Never.”

The feeling of him entering you over and over again in such slow and steady strokes had you shaking in his arms. It was powerful and beautiful. It was better than any sex or intimacy you’d ever experienced and it was all in the way he was looking at you and touching you.

You both shifted together, in and out, and up and down, eyes taking one another in with such regard that it felt like the earth wouldn’t even get in the way of your mutual affection.

Finally, Harry dipped in and put his mouth on yours and it felt like fireworks throughout your body. You moaned into his mouth and you couldn’t stop your body from shaking, but you felt Harry shaking the same.

Harry’s whimpers and breaths into your mouth were easily interpreted by you as the seriousness of what was happening between you.

“Y/n… please…” his words were breaths against your mouth, “ahhh… fuck…” Harry didn’t even know what he was saying please for. He was out of his mind for you. Wanted to have you, keep you, make you his for good. Maybe that’s what he was asking, he couldn’t be sure. But not having a condom on was incredible, though he knew he’d regret it later. He felt every part of you as he pressed in and pulled back. Your muscles clenched and fluttered as he pushed through your walls.

“Yes, Harry… yess… oh god yes…” you felt your heart swell for the man who was fucking you. Your brain was on fire and your body was melted from the heat. You were his if he wanted you and there wasn’t any way to mistake the levity of what was happening.

Harry squeezed his eyes closed and grunted. He didn’t ever want to stop it. Didn’t want it to end. Wanted to keep going and going and be in that moment forever, but it was impossible. He was about to come. He clenched his jaw and held his breath as he tried to think of anything to distract his cock from the perfection of your pussy but it was too much.

“Fuck…” he opened his eyes and began to plunge into you faster, “M’gonna come… where do you want it?” His words came out in pants and whimpers as he felt his balls tighten up against his body.

“Harry… come inside of me, come on baby…” you tightened your leg over his hip and moved your hand down to his shoulder when you felt him pick up the cadence of how he was fucking into you. You weren’t ready to come yet, but he needed to and you wanted him to release inside of you. You also had the implant so it was unlikely you’d get pregnant. You wanted him to feel it, to pour into you as he came.

And he did. He moaned and cried out in a gasp when he released into you. You felt him throb and still inside of you and he held you close as his orgasm wiped him out. His face scrunched up like he was in pain and his mouth was wide open in lust as he pumped into you everything he had.

When you gently ran your fingers through his hair at the nape of his neck you felt his sweat. He was breathing hard and had his eyes closed as you kissed his nose and then his cheek. He slowly blinked his eyes open, “I’m sorry I came so fast. It felt so good like that. I can…” you pressed your finger over his mouth and shook your head.

“No. Don’t be sorry. I loved that. You made me come already anyway,” you smiled at him. You did love it. It made you feel powerful having him come so fast like that. The power of the pussy and all.

Harry closed his eyes and breathed a laugh out of his nose and shook his head with a small smile on his face. You put your fingers back into his hair and then he opened his eyes again. His expression was more serious, more concerned.

“Don’t go, okay? Will you stay with me?”

You frowned and looked over his face and moved a hand down, brushing your knuckles on his cheek, “If you want me around I’ll stay. But does this mean I’m not in trouble anymore? For real?”

Harry shook his head, “You’re not in trouble. I’ll make sure of it. I’ll tell my boss I couldn’t find anything on you. I’ll think of something. I’m gonna be off the case anyway. I’ll ask to be moved.”

You shifted the smallest bit and moved your hand down over his chest with a big smile, “So you want me to stick around? You’re not worried I’m going to drug you and take all your money?”

Harry laughed, “I’ve got nothing for you to take really. Remember, you said it yourself, I’m not the type you go after,” Harry looked down at your mouth and back up to your eyes, “But did you think about it with me? Like even for a second? Think about stealing from me?”

You sighed and shook your head, “No. Not really because you don’t really have the kind of things that are easy to snag up. You had some cash sitting out and out of habit I ran through scenarios in my mind but I wouldn’t have gone through with it. I’m more about the risk and reward balance. What I do is high risk, so I need the reward to be higher than the risk. I like to minimize my risk as much as possible. With you, the risk is too high and the reward wouldn’t be worth it. Plus I actually like you. I don’t steal from men I sleep with as a rule.”

“Mmm… I see…” Harry squinted his eyes at you, “So you’re finally giving me a confession,” he moved his hand down to your hip and pinched the meat and you jumped.

“You said I wasn’t in trouble…” you warned him with a pinch to his chest.

“Maybe I was faking you out,” Harry grinned, but the smile was telling.

“Mhmm… okay. And you just came inside of me without a condom. Are you prepared to be a single dad while I’m in prison?” You laughed.

Harry sputtered out a chuckle and the crinkles at the sides of his eyes were so endearing. You thought he probably had the best smile you’d ever seen, “If that’s what it takes…” and then he cleared his throat, “you are on birth control, though, right?”

You rolled your eyes and tried to scoot back from him to sit up but as you’d become used to, he tightened his hold on you, not letting you move away, “What if I wasn’t? You didn’t even question me when I told you to come inside of me.”

Harry’s brows stitched together and his smile fell, “Tell me you’re on birth control.”

You raised a brow at him, “Tell me you’re ready to take on the responsibility of being a single father since you think it’s funny to joke that you were trapping me into a confession.”

Harry’s face remained stoic and serious.

You huffed a breath and set your face in a serious gaze back at him.

“You know I’m not really trying to trap you into a confession. Not anymore. You’re safe to tell me what you want. But you are on birth control. Right?”

“You weren’t concerned about this ten minutes ago. Are you saying you don’t want to bring a little Harry into this world with me?” You were teasing, obviously, but you kind of wanted to see how far you could take it.

Harry sighed and raised his brows, “You’re fucking with me.”

You smiled and nodded, “I’ve got the implant. But it was pretty dumb to forego a condom, don’t you think? What if I was trying to baby-trap you, Harry?”

Harry let out a breath through his nose and nodded, “Yeah. It was dumb. I’ve been kind of brain-dead around you if I’m honest. I’m actually a pretty good detective. Until I saw you in person.”

You grinned and smoothed your hand over his chest, feeling his hair under your palm, “I tend to make men brain-dead. It’s part of the job.”

Harry laughed and you felt his hand feather up your thigh toward the bend of your knee, “Am I a job to you?”

You shook your head, “Not at all.”

“Good. Because you’re not a job to me either. Not anymore.”

“I should probably tell you everything then, huh? Just so we have it all out on the table,” you kept your eyes on him and he nodded.

“Well, ever since I was little I liked taking things that didn’t belong to me and getting away with it…”

You began your story from the beginning and told him everything. Harry listened quietly as you both laid together naked on the bed. He knew most of what you’d told him but some of the details of how it all started were a surprise to him. And everything he learned just made him like you more.

“So,” you said to him when you’d told him your story, “still like me enough to keep around?”

Harry’s bright eyes stayed on yours the whole time and you were aware of the way he was taking you in as you spoke. You had no doubt that he still liked you. That he still wanted you around. If it wasn’t the way he was looking at you it was the way he wouldn’t let you go, how he kept you in his arms and let his palms brush over your skin as you spoke.

A goofy smile broke out on his face, “I do still like you, yes. Probably insane for it, but I want you around. If that’s okay with you.”

You pursed your lips to the side and stared into the corner of the room with a pensive look on your face, “Hmmm… let me think…”

Harry brought his fingers over your ribs and started to poke into your skin, tickling you. You both laughed as Harry continued tickling your ribs, “Tell me you want me still, Y/n, or I’m not going to stop,” he warned as he continued his tickle assault.

You guffawed loudly, trying to reign it in but your ribs were ticklish and Harry was strong and determined. You wiggled in his arms but he only dug in more and then he rolled you to your back, trapping your legs down under his thighs so you couldn’t kick at him.

“Okay!” You shouted and gasped, “Okay!! Mercy!”

Harry shook his head as his finger grazed over your sides and up under your armpits, “Nuh-uh. Tell me you want me and I’ll stop.”

You couldn’t stop your high-pitched squeal and laughter but you finally collected yourself, “Yes! I like you! Please stop!”

Harry stopped his fingers from moving over your skin but kept you held down, “Yeah? And you want to stick around with me?”

You nodded, “Yes. I do, Harry,” you smiled at him and held your hands up, ready to stop him from more tickles if necessary.

Harry’s wide grin reminded you of a kid who just learned they were going to get the Christmas present they’d been begging for, “Why are you so difficult? Why can’t you just be nice to me and answer my questions the first time? You always have to make a scene,” he laughed.

You wrapped your hands around his forearms, still not sure whether or not he was going to start tickling you again, “I am difficult. I’m never going to be easy. But you’re difficult too, Harry. You act like I’m the only one here who’s an asshole but you are too. And who wants easy anyway? Isn’t it more fun like this?”

Harry grinned down at you and cocked his head to the side, “Who wants easy anyway?”

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BROTHERS BOND

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Summary: Stefan and Damon Salvatore are tired of fighting over Elena so they decide to please each other.

Warnings: sibling sex, incest, unprotected sex, bottom Stefan, top Damon

Author Note: This is set at the start of the show and the brothers are sick of fighting over Elena.

It was almost midnight at the Salvatore house and Stefan and Damon were in the living room drinking their nightly Bourbon.

“What’s got you down, brother” Damon smirked.

Stefan looked and him and took a sip of his drink. “Aw come on Brother, don’t you want some brotherly advice?”

…

“Well, I say you need to drop the bunnies, drop the Elena and drink. Enjoy yourself”

…

Stefan looked at Damon “Why should I listen to you when all you’ve done since you’re got here is murder three people and left one person alive in the woods to tell everyone.”

Damon vamp sped over to Stefan. “Is that a challenge, Brother?” Damon said as he took his brothers glass out of his hand and drank the rest of it. “Oops, I’m thirsty”

Stefan stood up off the couch and just stared intensely at his brother. Stefan hated his brother but something about this night, he seems almost charming. Stefan never understood why girls would fall head over heels for Damon’s bad boy act but while staring at his brother in this moment, there was something enchanting about him.

Damon gave him a judging look of confusion “Don’t look at me like that brother. I’m not Elena. You look like you want to fuck me.”

With that Damon sped away. Stefan sped after him and tripped and both Damon and Stefan fell to the floor looking at each other with Stefan on top.

Stefan just stared into his brothers eyes. Damon was about to make a comment but stopped himself and just looked at his brother. Their eyes were locked for so long that Stefan had to look away but the only place he could look was Damon’s lips.

Damon noticed this and licked his lips making them moist. Stefan watched in awe as he made eye contact with his brother again before slowly dropping down for a kiss.

There was something so wrong, but so right with this. Stefan was just enchanted with his brother and Damon was enjoying the attention. This was the first person in a long time that he didn’t have to compel to make him feel something.

Damon tilted his head to try to get closer with his brother. Stefan moved his hands to his brothers dark hair and gave it a little tug.

Damon was growing stiffer in his underwear which was pressed against his brothers crotch which was also growing.

Although Stefan started the kiss, Damon was in control. He made every move and was exploring his brothers mouth. He could taste the bourbon.

Damon ripped off his brothers jacket and shirt leaving him topless and showing off his muscles. Damon then used his vamp strength to get on top his brother and took off his own top.

They carried on kissing until Damon started moving down his brothers body. Stefan could only moan and close his eyes and just feel every touch, every kiss and every sensation his brother was leaving on his body.

Damon worked his way back up to his brothers mouth and started to move his lower body up and down his brother. Both their jeans were rubbing together and the tightness made both their dicks tingle and get even more hard.

Damon separated and stood up. “Let’s not ruin the rug Brother. Come” He held out his hand. Stefan took it but before they could take off to the bedroom, Stefan said:

“No, I want you to fuck me right here on the wall”

Damon looked at his brother and smiled and vamp sped pushing Stefan into the wall. Stefan moaned and Damon carried on kissing him.

Damon started to unbuckle his belt and opened his buttons on his jeans. He took out his penis which was 7 inches and fully erected and thrusted himself against his topless brother.

The feeling of Damons dick rubbing against his brothers jeans was so hot for Damon. They carried on kissing and thrusting until Damon started to undo his brothers bottoms.

He pulled them down exposing his long, hard 6 inch dick. Damon grabbed both their dicks and started rubbing them together. Both of them were moaning and breathing the same air.

“Please Brother. Fuck me.” Stefan moaned in between kisses.

Damon smirked and lifted up his brother. Stefan wrapped his legs around his brother whilst his back being on the wall. Damon, holding on to Stefan’s ass cheeks, spread them apart and lowered his brother slowly onto him. He was now inside him. Raw.

Stefan had to close his eyes from the pain and pleasure that he was feeling. His mouth was wide open waiting for his brother to get back into it.

Damon moved his hands to Stefan’s back, supporting him. Stefan’s legs were still tightly around Damon with one hand on the wall and the other around his brothers neck, holding on.

Damon began thrusting so fast in his brother it was like a rollercoaster. Damon liked it rough and kept going faster. Stefan has never been treated this rough and was enjoying every second. The thrill of his brother taking charge was over whelming.

Damon kept thrusting faster and faster until he came. He gave 4 loads to his brother. Tensing and showing off his muscles with every thrust of ejaculation. Stefan could feel the warm seed of his brother inside him.

Damon kissed Stefan again as he lifted him off the wall and took him to the couch and laid him down, still inside him, still on top.

“That was amazing brother” Stefan said.

“Uh uh uh” Damon tutted. Stefan opened his eyes and looked confused. “You’re forgetting to cum on me”

Stefan was so satisfied from his brother that he forgot to cum. He got of the couch and pushed his brother onto it. He then straddled his brother, leaking cum out of his arse and started to wank. It only took a few seconds before Stefan came all over his brothers body.

A bit landed on Damon’s lips and he slowly licked his lips and swallowed what he could.

Stefan then collapsed on top of his brother. Both of them panting and sweaty.

Damon put his finger up Stefan’s cum-filled arse and got a bit of his cum on his finger. Stefan looked and Damon.

“Drink up” Damon said as he nodded towards his finger. Stefan looked at his brothers cum and sucked it off his finger.

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

I cannot get enough of ur Tangerine smut LAWD I love it. Would you ever write one where he and the reader are on a mission and Tan screws up something so the reader lets out her anger (& repressed attraction) on him by throwing a punch so he puts her in her place & it just gets FILTHY😩

hii! thank you! omg I LOVE shit like this, and the tension🤭 you wanted filthy, im giving you filthy. also sorry it’s taken so long. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

wrong turn

Tangerine x fem!Reader

wc || 1.9k (oops, couldn’t stop writing it)

warnings || 18+ only. swearing + explicit content (literal word porn, repressed attraction kinda sex- the good kind. p in v) minors dni

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Being professional partners with Tangerine was never easy, especially if Lemon wasn’t there to diffuse tension. You desperately relied on Lemon to be the buffer between you and Tangerine, but unfortunately, he was back at home, bed-bound with tonsillitis. So this week, it was just you and Tangerine, together for five long days in an unfamiliar city.

“You’re going the wrong way.” You state, pointing to the sign before he gets a chance to speed past.

“I’m not, this is the right way.” He grumbles, keeping his eyes on the road in front.

“No, this way is going into the city centre- it’s the wrong way.” Quickly checking the mirrors, grabbing the steering wheel to change lanes.

“What you doing? You prick… great. Stuck behind this fuckin knob.” He groans, honking at the lorry in front.

“There is a speed limit, you know.” You snark.

“Speed limit, my arse.” Swerving around the lorry that was hogging the lane.

“You don’t have to be such a prat.” You prod.

His neck whips around to flash you a face that said ‘come again?’ Immediately covering your mouth to stifle a cackle. “See? It’s the right way.” You taunt once more.

“Fuck off.” He mumbles under his breath.

“What’s that?” Tilting your head to the side.

“I said, well done.” Forcing a sarcastic smile, giving you an obnoxious thumbs up.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” You jest, turning your attention to your window to hide your grin.

“Now, I’m fuckin lost.” He grumbles, pulling into a ditch.

“We’re gonna miss them.” You point out, checking the time on your phone. “I knew I should’ve driven… they’ve probably already left-“

“Will you shut up?” He groans, emphasising each word.

“No… if you weren’t so arrogant, we’d be there and gone by now.”

“Yeah, that’s real helpful, that.” He snarks, thumping his head back against the headrest.

“Let me drive?”

“No.”

“Why?” Face contorting. “I won’t crash your precious car.” You mock.

“You’re an awful driver.” He gutturally laughs to taunt you. “You go over a curb and you’re like ‘oops’” Grinning at the memory earnestly.

“No, I don’t.” You defend yourself, trying not to laugh.

“Yes, you do. You did it last week.” Deeply chuckling.

“When?” You object.

“Um, last week… Lem nearly went through the fuckin windshield.”

“Oh shut up- that didn’t happen.”

“Maybe… because you were…” pausing to lower his voice. “Singing to your music.”

“Sod off. Now move, we’re never gonna get there.” Swatting him from his seat.

“No.” Pushing your hands away to grip the steering wheel, pulling from the curb to continue driving.

“You have some issues.” You mimicked, slouching and sulking in your seat.

“Not the first woman to tell me that.” He added, grinning with his eyes glued to the road.

When you both finally arrive at the location, you notice the lack of cars parked outside the warehouse. Staring through the window, looking over your shoulder to Tan. “Where is everyone?”

“We must’ve missed them.” He claims.

“‘We’? Nah, you missed them. You got too much penis pride.” You state indifferently. Your eyebrows pull together when you hear him snicker from behind.

“Penis pride?” He mocks, hiding a grin.

“Shut up, you know what I meant.”

“Nah, I don’t. Elaborate.” His head tilted to the side.

“Your need to be in charge because of” pausing briefly to face him again. “…that.” Pointing downwards.

“‘That’? He chuckles deeply. “You mean my cock.” His head lowering, his smirk taunting you.

“Shut up.” Turning back around to hide your burning cheeks.

“You blushing?” He mentions.

“No.”

“I can see you, you know.” He scoffs, waving into your window so you could see his reflection.

Quickly raising your hand to smack the light off, flashing him a scowl.

“Did I make you nervous?” He taunts one more, tapping the exposed skin on the nape of your neck. Immediately swatting it away, slapping his hand. “Anybody ever tell you not to touch a woman without her permission?” You ask with a faux glare.

Raising his hands to show his innocence, dropping them into his lap. “If I’d ask, you’d say yes.” He grins, leaning towards your seat. “Am I correct?

“You should be more annoyed about this.” You change the subject, gesturing to the empty warehouse.

“It weren’t my fault.” He shrugs.

“This again?”

“You brought it up.”

“It’s frustrating that you won’t admit it.”

“Admit what?”

Your face screws up, clearly growing irritated.

“You’re cute when you’re angry.” He taunts again.

Twisting around, smacking him hard against his bicep.

“Do it again… I dare you.” His head lowers, staring into your eyes.

Lifting your hand, you ball it into a fist, hitting him again. He wraps his hand around your wrist, holding it as he pulls it away. “I don’t think so.” He shakes his head, lowering your hand to his thigh.

His grip over your hand was loose so you had plenty of opportunity to pull away, but you didn’t. You just stared into his eyes as you silently agreed to let his hand move yours. Trailing it up his thigh.

“Look down.” He says quietly, his eyes nodding to his crotch.

Slowly glancing down, noticing the huge tent in his trousers. Turning your gaze back to his face, pleadingly looking up at him through hooded eyes.

His fingers softly brush up your thigh, intensely staring at your shallow breathing chest. Lingering a singular finger up your arm until he reached your neck, slowly trailing up your throat and up to your parted lips. Brushing over the soft skin, staring directly into your soul.

It was like some sort of mind game, a game to see who would crack first. You wanted it to be him, but the way he touched you so lightly made you question your strength.

His other hand continues to graze up your thigh, itching upwards and leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. It was like a switch went off in your brain that told you ‘fuck it.’ Crawling yourself over the gearstick to straddle his thick thighs. Instinctively he slides his seat back, allowing more space for you. Gently yanking the sides of your face, desperately pulling you in for an urgent kiss. Brashly working over yours with soft content groans, his hands sliding down to grip your neck. Loosely holding as he trails kisses along your throat, his thumb lifting your jaw to allow him better access, grazing wet hurried kisses along the skin.

His hands snake around your back, his fingers spread wide as he clasps your skin, desperately needing to feel more of you. Lazily licking up your throat to resume deep kisses to your needy lips.

His fingers lightly teasing over your back, travelling down to grip your waist. Pulling you further down into his lap, grinding you against his aching clothed cock. “Fuckin hell.” He groans between kisses, heavily exhaling into your mouth.

Pulling yourself in him closer, your chest flush with his. Wrapping your arms around his neck and tangling your fingers in his hair to deepen the heavy makeout.

“I want to fuck you so bad.” He murmurs against your skin. Sliding his hands under your clothing so he could freely roam your body. Grazing his fingertips over your hot flesh.

“I want you.” Burying your face into the nape of his neck, quietly panting against his skin.

Tan looks up at you, scanning your face, taking in the beauty of your natural features. Eyes darting over your face.

“What?” You ask, a hint of worry in your voice.

“Nothing… you’re just beautiful.” He grins, nuzzling his face between your chest.

“Softie.” You sweetly joke, smiling down at him. Your eager hands unbuttoned his shirt, as he fiddled with yours, practically ripping your top from you. His palms immediately clutching to your chest with a wide grin across his face, kneading into them through your bra.

He snakes his hands over your hips, grabbing them to lift you up. Instinctively, you reach down to undo his trousers, unzipping them so he could slide the fabric out from under himself. Slipping your hands down, prying away the waistband of his boxers, allowing his cock to spring out and stand attentively against his stomach.

His fingers slide up your inner thighs, roaming over the wet patch in your underwear. Smirking as he slips his hand into the fabric, teasing through your wet folds. Separating the fabric and dragging it over to the side to create an opening for him.

Gripping himself from the base, giving himself a couple firm tugs, never once leaving your eyes. Scanning your face for permission once more, to which you eagerly nod.

Lifting yourself to hover over him, aligning yourself with his tip. Gripping himself, sliding his head through your slick. Slowly pushing himself into you, urgently grabbing around your waist to pull you closer to his chest. Steadily lowering you down, allowing his full length to completely fill you. Melting and moulding around him as he keeps you still, bottoming out. You desperately wrap your arms back around his neck, urgently bringing his face into your chest. Your neck slack, as soft pleading whimpers escape your parted lips.

He lifts you from him, lowering you down to sink back in. Leisurely bucking his hips so you could engulf his sensitive cock. He softly sucks on your lower neck, nibbling and grazing sloppy kisses up the length.

Grasping your skin tightly as he winds himself up into you, softly groaning against your now red skin. Milling your hips, grinding yourself over him. Working your walls over his cock, massaging yourselves with every gentle bounce.

He slides his hands up your back, tangling his fingers into a lock of hair at the back of your head, gently tugging to brashly kiss up your throat. Purposely marking you, littering small red patches in a trail behind.

Desperately running your hands over his chest, brushing over his shoulders and sinking your fingers in. Clasping at his muscly torso, dropping your head into the nape of his neck, breathing staggered whimpers against his skin.

His thrusts become more focused as he pokes up into you, grabbing you urgently to fuck you down into himself. Deeply groaning against your collarbone, messily kissing along it.

“Can I cum in you?” He asks in almost a whimper.

Nodding vigorously as your whines grow louder, gripping the back of his head and pushing it into your bouncing chest.

Clamping down, your walls spasming and fluttering around him with your climax. Your intense shudders draw out his own release, spilling deep inside of you.

Slowing down he continues to sloppily fuck his cum into you, holding your jaw to gaze into your eyes. Eagerly pulling your face towards his, slipping his tongue into your mouth, enthusiastically working over your lips.

Breathlessly separating, he sweetly looks up at you before brushing a few rouge strands of hair behind your ear. You slowly lift yourself from him, hovering over his thighs as you smile widely at him. Shifting your weight so you could sit across his thighs, comfortably snuggling yourself into his chest.

“I’m quite glad they weren’t here.” You say quietly, snickering at the memory of what you just did.

“Should’ve done that ages ago.” He chuckles, draping his arm over your shoulder to pull you closer.

Both individually grinning to yourselves, consumed by the post-sex glaze over.

You twist your head up to look at him. “You ready to admit you were wrong?” You smirk.

“Ready to admit you’re a bad driver?”

[vampiric-succulent]

OUAW EP 20:

It’s not even past the bean footage yet and already I have a thing to comment about—

“Hey. Keep working. Keep your hands down.” Idk if it’s just Mace or if it’s me but this is an interesting thing to start the episode with

Also I lowkey already watched this but considering that I wasn’t really paying attention due to Sleep im rewatching

Oh this is the Silly Goofy episode. Got it.

Watching this is so different now that I know how tall each of these people actually are in real life

“Mr Kremyyyyy….. Torbek had a nightmaaaare………..” torb <3

Hot jones?

Why is Mikey using the King Shmebulon voice

Oh the energy here is so weird today

NEXT YOURE GONNA TELL TORBEK THAT A SHRIMP FRIED THAT RICE and they’re gone

The improv shenanigans here are SO GOOD— “the wee hours” watches and the blue J and the bottle of something

HOT JONES!!!

“There was that guy and he was like… woah.” Bi Gricko!!!! “Why you always watching these kingly types and looking at their woah?” Lmfao Gideon you are no better

Degenerate Jones

TABAXI TORBEK and eughhh Mammon Tiefling Gricko (applying for all Mammon Tiefling Gricko)

I love how Kremy is super paranoid thinks everyone is out to get him but still immediately tells Gideon everything (I need to see Gideon do some sort of something back bc coalecroux is feeling increasingly one sided and it is making me sad)

“Torbek was happy with the infinite abyss”

THE FEDS

Poor Twig she went from dealing with absolute loneliness to dealing with all this bullshit. She needs to have the space to Bogart out a little bit like get this woman a destruction room

Twig 🤝 Torbek

coping mechanisms

Gideon has such older brother who acts like a father figure to Twig vibes

THE FEDS THEYRE IN THE CLOTHES

Torbek is simply following suit… following the suit to the ground lmfao

PENIS NOSE?????? HOW IS THAT AN OPTION

Gideon is overwhelmed by Penis im sorry

This is just reminding me of when Frost got the proud nudist curse and Derek made that slapping turn joke 😭

Obligatory “im walkin here” please stop

Nvm we have the coalecroux and also poly party affirmations (long shots and headcanons)

OH!!! Woah there Kremy

“Think of the Federal government!” Quick Gid take your clothes off!! The government!!!

OH NO THE ORCIFICATION

NO THE FUCKING CABINET

DEREK. DEREK WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT DEREK WE COULD HAVE NEVER GONE DOWN THAT ROAD

Love Torbek’s Spring Aladrin voice. It’s like some sort of old English aristocratic friend of Oscar Wilde.

Oop! Theseus’s Ship mentioned (kind of)

“Did we do a bunch of drugs before bed again?” Funny you should have asked that Gideon given what is now happening

“Tentacles probe me” “yes Gideon join us the time is now get naked”

WHY IS IT ERECT NOW DEREK. PUT THAT DOWN. “Something about beekeeper helmets…” HUH

Oh god Twig is gonna bogart out

PUT IT DOWN. PUT THAT THING DOWN AND AWAY.

“STOP BEING ERECT. STOP EATING MY BONES”

Love how Nikkie says “your mind is back to Gricko” and Mikey just starts screaming

Whoops!

It is so impressive how Twig is so controlled. Like she has every justification to absolutely freak out right now and she’s keeping calm and trying to manage things.

Thank god Hootsie is out of this lol

NO TWIG LOOK AWAY

“Torbek was *very* thorough.”

Okay seriously how old is Twig?? This is a very important question. Like REALLY important.

I’m imagining Spring Aladrin Torbek lying on a couch like he’s gonna say “draw me like one of your French girls”

Guys. Please. We are nearly halfway through this video. Please.

YES CAST SILENCE. HUSH MICHAEL.

No Twig it’s not your fault!!!!!!! No!!!!!!!!!!!

Not the Pennsylvanian sperm trees

“After what I’ve watched today I don’t think you’ll accomplish anything of value.”

Not the milk joke PLEASE y’all not the cilk

Frost is so sweet tho

No more Hot Joneses :(

Yesss Twig establish those boundaries!!!!

Tom is such a deep cut

Okay so Twig is at least 200 years old. Good. That’s really good. Good to know.

Grinko is having a stronk. Please call the Gronkulance.

WHAT HAPPENED TO HOOTSIE.

Omg she’s their niece!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But also HOLY FUCK HE HIT HER??? WITH A CABINET????????

“Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.”

Menasith, and their older sibling Menapauthe.

The Glowing Anus 😭

Oh this is Nikkie’s fault. Fantastic.

MORNING FROTH CONGRATULATIONS EVERYONE

“That’s very funny Gricko. Your daughter is possibly bleeding out.”

Ohhhh Hootsie’s okay thank god

Gricko however is really not

Okay so I know this is a fantasy campaign and we are in the literal Feywild so this like kind of doesn’t matter but how does Gideon get energy??? Does he need to absorb nutrients or is it just sort of as long as he keeps his internal furnace alive he’s okay?

Twig boundaries 100 with regards to Torbek but fully get the party’s concerns

Also Twigsy ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Not Gricko being hypnotized by Spring Aladrin Torbek’s hip sway

Torbek does not know but Torbek must dance!!!!

Oh Torbek’s ticket is so sad

“This is an Acorn Satchel!!!”

Mikey annoying Nikkie so much that she just takes things away

Frost getting jealous over the Gricko impression 😭❤️

What is a mud meffet?????

I love Andy so much. Oh he’s wonderful. So glad he’s here.

KLUTZY RETURNS for like two seconds

Love these guys. Oh my lord. Also what the fuck happened in the first like hour???? Still a fun little episode.

[bo0tleg]

Gems me and my friend said watching Kiss Kiss Bang Bang (2005) for the first time;

"This man (Harry) is neurodivergent." "OH MY GOD I WAS GONNA SAY THAT TOO."

"We're twenty minutes in and this guy only gets screwed! Can someone screw him good, for once, please?"

"Gay isn't even doing much." "His name is Perry." ".... I thought Perry was his last name." "What, no, his last name is Van something something." "Then why do they call him Gay Perry?"

"No straight guy would say 'I'm profoundly within the pussy.'" "It's knees deep in pussy." "Oh."

"I thought he meant that he's deep within the pussy." "No, he's just surrounded by it. Like there's a lot of pussy." "WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN!"

"... He's not a very good detective is he?"

"Do you know what f*ggot means?" "No."

"By the lord, what can go wrong now-- OH MY GOD THE CORPSE"

"HE WASN'T HIRED TO FIND THE MURDER, HE WAS HIRED TO HIDE THE CORPSE!" (This notion was proved, in fact, wrong)

"I just imagine someone seeing that corpse flying off the roof and bei-- AAAAAAHHHHHH KISS?!"

*Lost our shit when Harmony appeared after the Kiss* "DUDE! Oh my god... This guy.... He has to explain the kiss, and why the cops are looking for him, AND the corpse is still there, with the car shaking from Perry manhandling it. What can he say?"

Harry, on screen: "I managed to convince her that I wasn't gay." "HOW?"

"Love the snap snap, you go girl." (About Perry)

"Harry's the only sane one in the group. He fucking screams when he sees the corpse, he screams when someone gets shot, he screams... He screams."

"Everybody else is too ok with everything going on in this shit."

"I can see Perry's foreboding shadow in the crowd, fully expected him to be the only one to lift his hand when Harmony asked who hates Harry."

"Did he just...." "Graciously duck away from a flying glass, yeap."

"Are these two (goons) having a couples bit right now?" "I mean, they said that... *Rewinds* They were wondering why a guy like him (Harry) was hanging out with gay people." "Do they mean themselves?" (They did NOT, in fact, mean themselves. They meant Perry.)

"Love how Harry's just watching them bickering like should I run? Should I stay? Do I kill myself?"

"Honey, you can't be stealthy with that outfit. The fucking pom pom borders on your skirt are literally shining in the light."

"Gay, stop frolicking and look at the car that's about to run you over."

"HOW DID SHE NOT SEE HIM IN THE CAR?" "He was asleep...."

"His finger is still fucked up by the way. He never did get to that fucking hospital."

"Imagine finding a stranger just walking into your house." "IMAGINE SLEEPING IN A CAR THAT'S NOT YOURS ON A RANDOM STREET AND WAKING UP IN SOMEONE'S HOUSE."

"Oop, and there goes the finger. To the butthole."

"I can't understand a single thing that's going on, but I don't even give a fuck."

"WHY is it so important that the dead girl wasn't wearing underwear!"

Perry, on screen: "This isn't Good Cop, Bad Cop, it's fag and New Yorker, now spill." *Both tumbled over in laughter, and proceeded to repeat that for the rest of the movie*

"Why does he look so happy at the prospect of getting patted down?"

"His penis can shoot?"

"You know, I'm starting to think that when he said he was knees deep in pussy, he was being sarcastic."

"He lost his neurodivergent sparkle... Now he's just traumatized...."

"IF PERRY DIES I'M KILLING MYSELF."

"Honey... That's not... How you fix a bullet wound..." "Shut up, he's using the opportunity he was given to smooch."

"We were fools..... They couldn't kill Perry, he's the only competent one. Shit wouldn't get done without him."

"Hey, look it's Abraham Lincoln!" "IS THAT FUCKING ELVIS PRESLEY?"

"He didn't end up with Perry.... I'm sad." "What the fuck are you talking about? That was Perry!" "THAT WAS PERRY? WHAT." "He just.... Has a Beard."

[afreakingdork]

Weak Spot - Chapter 42

RotTMNT Donatello x Reader

Cannot get enough of this week's chapter art by @garbagemilkshake

Warnings: Aged-up Turtles, Romance, Meet Cute, Villain Donatello, Cussing, Crushes, Xenophobia, Fear, Intimidation, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Hurt/Comfort, Love, AFAB Reader, Vaginal Sex, Sex Rough, Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Creampie, Teasing, Scent Kink, Sexual Tension, Breeding Kink, Multiple Orgasms, Cunnilingus, Fellatio, Marathon Sex, Somnophilia, Intercrural Sex, Bondage, Feral Behavior, Feral Donatello (TMNT), Mating Cycles/In Heat, Public Sex

Synopsis:  A love story of villainous proportions! Though it hadn’t come easily, as these things rarely do, you found yourself in a whirlwind romance with a handsome and mysterious mutant. His idiosyncrasies had been easy to ignore as attraction grew into something more. However, will love endure when the unknowns about him end up being far darker than you ever considered?

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“-And there…” With an extra little adjustment, Donnie made sure his mask was snug.

You gave a thumbs up, now blinded by the purple fabric and couldn’t help a small giggle. “How do I look?”

“Exquisite.” He purred as he rounded you.

Though you already couldn’t see, you closed your eyes so you could more acutely feel where he was as he moved behind you. 

He let a reassuring hand fall on each of your shoulders. “It strikes me…”

You gave a curious hum as he nudged you to start walking. Stepping with full confidence in him, he led you from the bedroom over to the front door of your apartment.

“…I’ve never executed a non-violent surprise.“

You snorted and turned as if you could gawk at him. “You’ve given me gifts!”

He gave an annoyed chuff and pushed you back into position. “Not like this.”

“No blindfolds.” You teased, stepping back to press your body into his.

You felt his muscles give a reactionary tense before one of his arms encircled your waist for a squeeze. “Licentious!” He pressed his snout to your ear.

Moving to nuzzle him, you were instead righted once more. “Fine, fine! I’ll be good.”

“Letting go.” He gave a gentle warning before releasing.

Feeling a little cold without him, you stood at the ready and listened as he stepped away. The door was then opened and you squared yourself for whatever it could be.

There you heard what almost sounded like a second set of footsteps. “Donnie?”

He returned to you with a gentle brush to your arm. “It’s alright.”

“Okay.” You turned in the direction of his voice and his fingers curled into your head.

The door closed by itself.

You jarred a little, but settled as Donnie leaned in closer. “Ready?”

“Yes?”

In a flourishing whip, the mask was taken from you and, head tipping down unconsciously, you blinked off the blur out of your vision. What then came into focus was what looked like a large, purple metal version of Donnie’s feet. Rearing slightly to ensure your partner was still behind you, you trended upward to find a plated plastron of a similar color. Height surpassing your own, you then tipped your head back to find S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s unmistakable head sitting atop the large robot body. Proportionally sized, his large eyes closed with happy digital curves before an arm came up. There, parted tridactyl fingers gave a little wave.

“Shelly!?” You shot forward and he moved to meet you.

Scooping you up, he spun you around in the air with outstretched arms. “Y/N!”

“Too tight!” You quacked, your back popping. 

“Oops, still getting use to the grip strength!” He loosened some. 

“This-What?!” You were set back onto your feet. “I thought your walking form was small!”

“It was!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. beamed at you before sending the warm glow to Donnie.

You turned with a similar, but confused expectation.

Donnie had a lazy smile on his lips. “The Uranium heist was a success.” He stepped forward with purpose and S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. moved away from you.

Even though you could sense something was about to happen, you continued to stand between them. “Don, does that mean you-?”

He leaned into your face and you got a full view of the playful glint in his eye. You returned it with a warmed one and he pecked your cheek in a flash before straightening up. “Dreams of grandeur.”

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. struck a dutiful static pose though his aura said he’d rather be bouncing off the walls.

“Not much use for a giant robot nowadays.” Donnie threw one last glance at you before rounding S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. as if he were on stage at a robotics show. “In my youth, I had intentions to create one. Now, I’ve retrofitted the existing designs to make this.” He looked over his son with overflowing pride. “A marvel fabricated in two days time.”

Now sat with the clarity that Donnie’s minor absence the last few days hadn’t been just to get the chemicals, you waited for the joke to land. When it didn’t, you grappled with the reality of his statement. “How… giant?”

“Kaiju.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. made full use of his new emotive ability to lean toward you with swagger.

Donnie swatted him back into position. “You wouldn’t operate it. It was meant for me.”

“You totally would’ve made me co-pilot.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. gleamed. 

The Donnie that then rolled his eyes seemed like a far cry from the towering maniacal version that leveled New York in your mind. “I see why you’re banned.”

Donnie, reluctantly, gave the barest nod of agreement.

Sharing in the sympathy, you moved to disperse by turning to S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. “So you’re powered by Uranium?”

“I’m a walking nuclear stress test!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. banged a hand to his chest with a metal clank that said he was by no means hollow.

“Uranium core.” Donnie huffed, shooing the appendage out of the way. “It’s contained with backups in case of breach.”

“Not radioactive.” You confirmed.

Donnie passed a flick of agreement before he continued to look S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. over. Satisfied with his check, he then stood at attention. “His structure.”

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. struck a side chest bodybuilder’s pose and, in doing so, showed off patches on his shoulders that mimicked the color and circles of his rotors. They led down into seemingly toned arms that thickened as if stocked with muscle. Knowing his electronic intricacy, you imagined weaving of circuits and wires.

“High grade titanium, full range of motion.” Donnie extended a demonstrating palm. 

Dropping out of a flex, S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. began to jog in place which echoed just how heavy he was against the floor.

“Though construction appears plantigrade-” As Donnie turned to address it, S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. planted his large feet. The thump brought your attention down where you were able to compare the two side by side. S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s feet had a heft that reminded you of futuristic mech suits, but a shape that mirrored Donnie’s toes with two toes in the front and one jutting out the back. “-I’ve employed digitigrade legs to counterbalance the body.” Following up the length of S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s reversed knees, Donnie kept a pointed digit to the joint at his hip. “It allowed him to be more agile and stable when leaning forward.”

Hopping sideways around Donnie on one leg, S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. plante himself with a proud puff of his chest. 

“Cosmetic details-” Donnie stretched a hand out to you and S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. moved to copy him.

“-Were requested!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. chirped.

They had never looked more like father and son than in that moment. 

It made your heart faulty of bursting. 

On top of their resemblance, it was clear they’d done some practice on this routine. 

They both had wildly uncouth scruples and yet were still somehow the biggest nerds around. 

“Same with the plastron.” Donnie tapped S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s chest as a distraction before he snatched up the bot’s shoulders. The younger yelped as he was spun around before he was stopped just as fast,  facing the other direction. Donnie then rolled a demonstrative wrist over S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s back in the same way a game show host might gesture to a prize. In a sweep, it accentuated a configuration of squares spaced out on S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s shell which led down to a triangular tail that rivaled Donnie’s. “Vents and extra tools are stored in the faux carapace.”

“I’m the real Swiss Army Man!” Not waiting for Donnie to be out of the way, you saw all manner of mechanical arms sprout from S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. Before you could take in more than one, a fireball exploded out from some kind of attachment that had you ducking instinctually. 

Not mad, but disappointed, Donnie folded his arms. 

Heart thudding in your chest, you watched as S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. sheepishly retracted all the weapons before passing you an apology. “My bad!”

You could only nod dumbly.

Donnie had once said something about his children being constructed with lethal weaponry. 

You’d just never seen it first hand. 

“I’ve got my own gauntlet too!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. hopped over to your side and stuck out his arm which held a screen. “And speakers, and wifi, and-”

“Can you fly?” You looked up at him and measured how he was several good inches shorter than Donnie.

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. lowered a bit. “Too heavy…”

“Trade-offs.” Donnie shrugged as if it couldn’t be helped.

“Is this…?” You held a flat hand up to measure his height to your own.

“Six, one!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. responded happily as he tested how he could move within your space.

You held him at a certain distance with a hand to his plastron. It came with a warm whirl that made him feel alive. “Why not the same height?”

“I ran calculations.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. hummed, giving a quick glance toward Donnie. “I didn’t want to take after just one parent.”

Though the reference to your parentage had been tossed around as a joke a few times, this was the first it had been done in what seemed like earnest. It had a similar warmth blooming in your chest that reached your cheeks. “Shelly…”

“It is your surprise.” Donnie stepped in only verbally.

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. bopped your nose as you had done him so many times.

Only now he had fingers to do it properly. 

“Wouldn’t this be your gift?” You looked at S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. before something else struck you. “Or yours?” You turned to Donnie.

“It keeps on giving!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. threw his arms up before he seemingly realized he could. Holding them there, he gave a happy swing. “You get Dad Uranium. Dad pulls his old plans for it. I joke about finally being able to hug you after seeing the robot. Dad gets a better idea. I get my wish. Dad gets his. Building a scrapped plan? Get real! He hates leaving inventions on the metaphorical table and you get…” Diving down, S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. encircled your waist and hoisted your weight up onto and against his plastron. “A bouncing baby boy!”

You laughed and tucked your arms against his shoulders. “They grow up so fast!”

“I remember when I was just a single line of code.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s eyes ran through a crying cycle as he walked you over to Donnie.

“Learn fast too.” You settled against him, comfortable in his hold. “This is good.” 

“Oh!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s eyes turned to stars and you heard an audible ping as if he logged the information. 

As if distracted by the notation, your boyfriend hoisted you from the automaton. The moment your feet hit the ground, you jumped up to hook both men. You then dragged them down into a group hug which Donnie tried to resist, but gave in to an extent. “Thank you both.”

Donnie hummed, ready to part from the group.

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. gave a final squeeze, teetering on almost too much, before releasing. “We can do so many more activities now!”

Ready to share his enthusiasm, a faint metal clinking distracted you. 

Tilting your head, Donnie threw out a thumb behind S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.

The bot ran himself in a circle trying and failing to see that his tail was wagging.

“So cute! Just like yours!” You gushed, chasing S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. who reared away like an eager dog.

“Hardly.” Donnie turned his head away.

Having caught S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. and jumped onto his back, he returned you to Donnie, piggyback. “Before all that though…”

Letting go of where your arms were around his neck, you slid down to your feet. “Ah, yes.”

“Party time!” You and S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. cheered in unison toward Donnie.

Still trying to ignore the display, it took a moment and a held pose for him to finally address you both. As soon as he did, S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. shot out a little burst of confetti that rained down around him. “Why do I let you retrofit yourself?”

“Cause it’s fun!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. caught a piece of paper as if snatching a snowflake. “How’d the rest of planning go, Y/N?”

“We’re all set somehow!” You motioned Donnie down to you.

He came with a pout and you gave him a kiss of gratitude.

“Considering we lost a day-”

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. rolled not only his eyes but his entire body. 

You sneered at him. “Having you busy was perfect. It put all my attention on getting the last few things. Per Shelly’s list.”

“Ah-thank you!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. gave a sweeping bow.

You met him with one of your own. “Couldn’t have done it without you.”

A beeping from S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s wrist interrupted, but it took him several longer seconds than you or Donnie to notice. “I keep forgetting I have to interact with it.” He gave an embarrassed head tilt before clicking the screen. “Speaking of-!”

“It’s time?!” You buzzed with excitement and looked toward Donnie with what must have been stars in your eyes.

“I wanna ride the subway!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. did a hop which thundered as he came down.

“Would you stop that!” Donnie snapped.

“Yup!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. did the same motion without moving his legs.

“I don’t know which form is more annoying.” Donnie sighed.

“You’re person sized now, but…” You looked over S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s obviously robot body.

In what could only be described as a pop, a brown trench coat shot out of S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s carapace. He then threw his arms up, catching and donning the coat with a zealous spin. Arm tossed out in a pose, a  mechanical arm appeared out from under it to place a similarly colored hat on top of his head. “Ta-dah!”

“They’ll never know.” You responded flatly.

“You’d be surprised.” Donnie gave the same tone.

“Happy birthday!” You cooed, switching to crowding your boyfriend.

“That’s the 14th time.” He chuffed. 

“Only?” You went to hug him and he let you.

“Not counting breakfast in bed among other things.” Donnie shot a veiled glance at S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. as if he were giving his son modesty.

You nodded, remembering how you’d been more than a bit late for work.

“Gag!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. interjected and hooked his chin over Donnie’s shoulder in what must have been on the tips of his toes. “We should head out now to set up before peeps arrive.”

“Yup! Bags!” Releasing Donnie, you scurried around the apartment, grabbing several things before your party headed out.

-

Arriving at the bar, you were greeted by the sign that said ‘Closed for Private Party.’ It had felt real for awhile now, but something about seeing it brought your hand up. As if he’d been waiting the whole S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. gave you a high five before doing a little happy hop over what must have been being able to adequately execute such a move. The chorus of metal on concrete reignited Donnie’s ire and you had to clear up a minor quarrel before ushering the pair inside. Threshold breached and the safety of the door closing behind you, stepping into the space brought out a unique reaction from each of you. 

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. moved first, taking off his coat and hat only to drop them on a chair like it was a coat rack. Donnie then slunk in an arch following the perimeter as if looking for a wiretap. Confident the two of them were secure, you looked the bar over. A location found by S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N., it wasn’t one you were familiar with. All you really knew was that it was mutant-friendly and was open to interesting accommodations as such. Outside of that knowledge, it looked no different than most corner bars with its wood paneling, a smattering of high tables with matching stools, and a long bar ready to be packed with drinks. Coming down for your scan, Donnie was picking a corner as if he could flake off the paint and S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.;s form was a purple blur as he hurried about with preparations.

Unable to compete, you moved to gather some forgotten streamers before a distinct clatter came from behind an ajar door. 

Donnie honed in on it, wary, but you called out in faith. “Hello? We’re here for the event!”

“Oh!” A soft voice sounded before an enormous snake emerged with a crate held high in their wrapped tail. “Welcome! I’m sorry I was-” They hiccupped and watched, stunned, as S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. inflated a balloon with his palm.

In a twirl of metallic fingers, S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. then knotted the object and held it out by a tied string. “Yo! We talked on the phone!”

“You’re… You’re not-!!”

“Problem?” Donnie loomed with an unhinged aura and only the bar keeping him back.

The snake shrank into the far wall, putting the crate down in exchange for flicking its tail up in a gesture of raised hands and obvious nerves. “T-they-I-I’ve j-just never s-seen-!”

“Sentient A.I.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. offered along with the balloon again.

The snake took it with a quivering tail. “S-sentient?”

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. folded his arms on the counter, unperturbed. “We talked several times; you answered all my questions and didn’t stutter once. I wonder what’s changed?”

Density of the air tripled as you could almost see the gargantuan height of Donnie’s intimidation.

The bartender looked between the pair before returning to S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. with a hung head that starkly contrasted his purple balloon. “You’re right...”

“’You got money. You come in.’” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. seemed to quote.

Sinking further into wallowing, the snake pressed against the bar for stability. “Hey, I know better than anyone. The amount of looks I get…? I made a mockery of my own slogan.”

“Eh.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. shrugged, almost amused but trying to reign it in. “I’m expecting this kinda thing over and over tonight.”

You perked up with a question that bounced silently against S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s carapace.

“Organics have inherited mechanisms, so you can’t really fault their initial reactions. They can’t compute all the little signals fast enough so they fall back on fear.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. gave a tepid sigh. “It’s fascinating when they break the mold though.” He turned to look at you over his shoulder.

You bobbed with your same inquiry.

“What?” He tilted his head.

“You think my friends will be scared of you?” You stepped forward and caught how the bartender waffled in the corner of your eye.

“They could be.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. turned in earnest.

“You can warn, but without experience…” Donnie tapped a finger to the counter where he’d only partially backed off from his menace. 

“I know you’re talking about me.” You huffed at your boyfriend before returning your attention to the automaton. “The new body will be a surprise and, yeah, I can’t promise anything, but anyone who takes two seconds to know you, will love you.”

“You’re awfully kind.” The bartender threw his own two cents in. “Forgave me so fast.” 

“Thank you!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. chirped, making another balloon and holding it out.

The bartender took it with a flat expression. “What am I supposed to do with these?”

“Have fun?” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. put on a deadly serious face.

The bartender stared on, unsure.

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. exploded with laughter and had to put a hand to his plastron as if holding his gut. When he came up for metaphorical air, it was to lay his forearm on the counter. Out of his gauntlet came a holographic screen which showed a picture of the bar, decorated. “Tie them up, dude.”

“How was I supposed to know that?!” The snake hissed, having completely forgotten their modesty.

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. went on to explain his vision and you left them knowing they’d be fine. 

Having done his sweep and come to a similar conclusion, Donnie looked very much out of place without anything to do. You motioned him over and he followed as you gathered the streamers.

“Isn’t this a violation?” He mused, using his height to lift the spirals up and pressing in a piece of tape to the wall to keep them in place. 

“Oh for sure, you’re not supposed to help decorate your own party.” You offered him another strand which he took with an extended hand. Knowing his glasses were doing some kind of measurement, he then stuck it after a calculated adjustment.

“And yet…” He took a step back, presumably making sure the garland was level.

“Would you rather go back to standing around?” You moseyed over to a bag and reviewed what supplies were left.

He thought it over before giving a tepid, “No.”

“You okay?” You gathered up a letter banner.

Again, a lengthy pause came. “Yes.”

“Convincing.” You jeered and returned to him with a folded stack.

“I’m not sure how I’m supposed to react.” He explained, glancing down at the bundle in your hands.

You offered him a bit of string and, as soon as he took it, you walked back so he could see that it said ‘Happy Birthday.’ “Why not just react how you want?”

“There’s expectation.” He motioned for you to step up to the wall and began another round of calculations to place it in the perfect center.

“From us?” You held up the banner and mourned your lack of reach.

Donnie gave a tense nod.

“I’m sorry.” You went up on your tiptoes and he gave the signal for you to stick it. Pressing the string to the wall you stopped as you realized you hadn’t grabbed any tape. “I have been way more excited about this than you…”

“Which has merit.” He lowered his side with a smarmy look and held up the tape dispenser with his other hand.

You walked over, the banner bowing between you.

“It shows care.” He passed you a piece and you returned to your post. “Obvious. Palpable.”

You let him direct again before you placed your side of the banner.

He applied his and then stepped out to observe it. “I feel as though I’m not thankful enough.”

You walked over to him.

“It’s foreign territory.” He pushed his weight onto one hip and stared listlessly at the decorations. “It should mark change. I thought it might. From never being given the opportunity to not only having it, but a joint effort by those who want to make it the best.” He turned towards you. “The passage of time has its own sensitivities. I find it hard to see the point.”

“And then you're guilty for it on top of that…” You gave a pressed frown.

With a solemn nod he looked back to the wall. “Soon more will come with more judgment and I’m meant to take their gifts. The performance of it all… It’s getting too close to-”

Hesitant, you brushed your fingers to his sleeve in case he wasn’t up for full contact.

A passing glance said that was enough. He knew you were there.

“Do you know it’s not an act for us?”  

He gave a single nod that tapered into him having to look away. “No.”

“No?” You resisted chasing his gaze.

“The gift fiasco didn’t allow me time to adjust. I was too busy worrying over you and your absurd lengths to consider birthday repercussions. Then elation got in the way, planning, going through old motions-” His head came around to a halfway point. “Which did not feel the same. It didn’t hold the same satisfaction. I thought finally having my elusive prize would… mean more…?”

Your fingers curled away from him and into a fist.

“I was happy to have it, but not as happy as I had been. There was a hollow sense to it. Did I want it because I still did or because I did once? A reinforcement of my changed personage.” Only rotating his head, he looked over his shoulder to where S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. slipped out the door. “I had to change its form. I had to make it useful in a way that suited now. So I gave it back. Reclamation.”

You nodded.

“I finished the frenzy of creation and with it another offense. Sequestering myself away to toil doesn’t have the same satisfaction either. What’s the point of working alone now?” His lips warbled. “Isn’t that what I wanted? Freedom to work? I’ve tied myself down and yet that’s what I crave?” He looked at you with a pleading gaze. “Time lost upon time stolen. Emerging from fixation only reminded me that we’d already missed so much time over an inane competition. I could have made the most of yours instead of being petty. I was so focused-”

“I was wrong too.” You tapped him again.

He stared on.

“You know that. We both make mistakes. We’re going to keep making mistakes.” You saw a wisp of Mikey. “All we can do is try to be better. We both had each other’s happiness in mind.”

Donnie sighed.

“We don’t have to do the party.”

His gaze widened.

“I’m sure Shelly will want to stick around and throw it anyway. No one’s going to be sad; it’s free stuff. I mean come on!” You gave him a look that said the others were hopeless. “A night with just me and you is just as fun for me and if that’s how you’d picture a better birthday, I’m game.”

In a droop, his lids lowered with his pupils. “It’s not the party.”

“Oh…” You tried to give him attention while combing through for where you’d misunderstood.

“It’s all of it. It’s the mere concept.”

“I’m trying to understand…”

“I know.” He took a step away and blew out a controlled breath. “It’s lost time. It’s time caught up. It’s change. It’s what hasn’t. It’s wanting to be happy. It’s being unable to give myself over. It’s-”

“It’s a lot.”

“It’s a lot.” He repeated quickly and with a shredded expression.

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

“No.” There was a finality to the syllable that seemed to buoy his mind. With the odd confirmation, Donnie lifted with a near serene expression. “No.” He turned to you with open eyes. “I need to do this.”

Not sure there was much else you could do, you raised your fist with a lukewarm determination. “If it’s too much, you step away. Don’t even say anything. I’ll field the others.”

“Acceptable.” He nodded.

“Want me to warn them too? I vaguely mentioned it’d be your first so they also wanted to go all out.”

Donnie glanced away, thinking it over. “Covertly, that my reaction might not be as expected.”

“Done.”

Donnie held out a hand and you took it. In a careful reel he then twirled you up in it until you were flush with his body. Encased, you leaned back to look up at him while he dipped into your hair to be soothed by your scent before mumbling. “It’s crooked.”

“Dangit!” You huffed and he whipped you free to adjust the banner.

-

With the bar decorated in a way you had only ever seen done up in media, the three of you had been watching the bartender make a signature cocktail when there was a rap against glass. During his preparations, S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. had blacked out the windows with kraft paper for privacy. Hopping off your seat to answer, you threw the door open with a little bell announcing the guest. A smile bloomed on your face as your chill friend Kaleb stood at the ready with a ribboned box.

“Where is he!?” He yelled from deep within his gut.

“I love that you’re first.”

“I had to be!” Kaleb huffed and rose up to look past you. “Colonel!!”

Stepping away, you saw Donnie get to his feet in your periphery.

“Coming in for the hug!” Kaleb announced and shot forward.

In what you thought was a swift maneuver, you hooked a ribbon and stole away his present as he marched over to Donnie and did his best to lift him off the ground. Managing a few inches, Donnie waffled from the sensation and Kaleb set him down with several hardy whacks of celebration.

“Get the onions.” You heard a voice beside you.

“Hey, Eugene.” You turned towards your phone obsessed friend who was scrolling lazily with an envelope tucked under their device.

“At least ask.”

“Why onions?” You leaned against the door frame.

“I’m chopped liver.” They brought their gaze up with a lopsided grin.

“Hug for bad jokes!” You threw yourself at them and they did a similar dance as Donnie to worm free. “Thanks for coming!”

“Ugh!” They groaned and threw their envelope at you as soon as they were free. They then gave a wide berth as they snuck inside.

“Have fun!” You shouted after and began to close the door with a scan for S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. The automaton had disappeared and you wondered what he was up to when you heard a little antsy sound.

“Just say it!” Coral, your ex-roommate shouted.

“I didn’t want to interrupt!” Your nervous friend Nelson pouted and sent the barest glaretoward Coral which had to be a brow-raising first. 

He wasn’t usually so bold.

“Move, non-birthday peon!” Coral caught the door and wrenched it from you.

“I’m the host.” You hissed at her.

Sharing intense contact, she kept her head towards you the whole way inside. She then flipped her hair and headed toward the bar. “Nels, gifts!”

Giving her a final glower, you snapped a curious gaze back to Nelson and found his arms were full of multiple bags. “That’s too much!”

“Only one’s mine.” He clarified and looked over what was in your arms.

“How bad?” You gave him a knowing look.

He stepped in close and you offered your ear. “The smaller rectangle. Away from the face.”

You dropped your voice to a harsh whisper. “An exploding gift?!”

Nelson rolled his eyes as confirmation.

“What are you talking about!?” Coral growled from across the room.

“How you’ve gone too far!” You responded, ushering Nelson in.

“What’s new?” She had perched herself on a bar stool while Kaleb and Donnie were hotly debating something.

“Gifts over here.” You led Nelson to a table covered in a purple cloth. Depositing the box and envelope, there was something missing. The cake was meant to take center stage here, but you weren’t sure where it was. 

Nelson fussed over stacking his and yours just so before he caught a glimpse of the bartender with huge eyes. “Woah!”

Remembering his first reaction to Donnie, you tried to cut him off, but his longer legs got him away before you could.

“Excuse me.” He announced with urgency.

The snake turned from where they were flipping a shaker with their tail. “Yeah?”

“Are you a form of naga, tsuchinoko or a mutant?”

The snake seemed taken aback for a moment and you watched Coral slap a hand over her face before.

You very much wanted to do the same. 

The bartender filled up a glass with a flick of its tail before giving an interested grin. “Mutant, my ball python always liked to gnaw on me. What the heck’s a naga? Or a skoochie-what’s it?”

There was a glint in Nelson’s eye as he launched into a mythological explanation which the snake took with odd interest.

Meeting Coral’s side, you two shared a look.

“He thinks that studying up on yokai and mutants will make him less rude.” Coral shook her head.

“It’s not that he doesn’t know; it’s the way he asks.” You leaned against the bar.

“Tell him that.” She drew a line across her face. “In one ear, out the other.”

“Thanks for-”

“Yeah, yeah.” She shot forward and slapped her hands beside yours. “My presence is a present. I don’t care. I want to meet your son.”

Your expression dropped. “Would you-?!”

“I don’t see him. He’s supposed to be here.”

“Did you even wish Donnie a ‘happy-?!’”

“No.” She grinned like a cat.

You went to throttle her and she dodged in a spin off her seat. In two backward leaps away from you, she slammed into Eugene, who’s phone then launched into the air.

The sound that came from them was the loudest thing you’d ever heard them utter.

Without missing a beat, Donnie’s arm shot out and he caught it passed near his head.

Eugene was on him in an instant. “Thank you!”

“I understand your attachment to tech.” Donnie responded, passing the phone over.

“Yeah, didn’t you hack the whole city?” Eugene held his device and you watched in near awe over how they didn’t even look down at it as they waited for Donnie’s answer.

Tonight was a night for firsts apparently. 

“Yes.” Donnie glanced at Kaleb who gave him a go ahead. “It’s quite simple really-”

“Son!” Coral jumped on your back.

“Stop!” You couldn’t reach her so you slapped her arms and spun.

“Quit hiding him!”

“I’m not! I was also wondering where he-!”

The lights dropped and purple neon took up the space.

“What!” You quacked as even the bartender looked around in confusion.

The only one unperturbed was Donnie, who suddenly seemed exhausted.

“Now introducing, your MC for tonight…!”

An actual spotlight appeared from somewhere and pointed at the door behind the counter.

“I thought you were the host?” You heard Nelson say by your side.

You opened your mouth to respond when the door burst open and fog oozed out of it.

“The one, the only: S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.!!!” Leaping out from his entrance, he landed with a pose and mic in hand.

“Holy shit…” Nelson gaped.

You felt Coral’s arms loosen.

“Hey, guys!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. bobbed to his full height and the lights went right back to normal. “Nice to meet you officially!”

“A robot!” Nelson proclaimed with a point of his finger.

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s mouth warped into an uncomfortable line before he smoothed it out for an awkward smile. ”Not a robot!”

“Oh…?” Nelson was rounding the counter and Coral caught his collar.

“Robots resemble and replicate. I’m my own being.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. came out from behind the bar and walked over. “No biggie, just he/him and I ask you don’t forget either.”

“Love the color.” Eugene looked over impressed.

“Thanks, it’s a family thing.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. threw an arm around Donnie who stiffened. “Which by the way, on three, everybody-!”

Nelson went rigid as he had no idea what to do.

“One!”

Coral was creeping forward with a dumbfounded hunch.

“Two!”

Kaleb snickered from beside Donnie.

“Three! Happy birthday!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. shouted all by himself.

The moment of silence that chased him stung.

“Come on, guys!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. wilted.

Eugene choked for a moment.

Kaleb reached out with worry.

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. turned, curious, still pressed to Donnie.

The laugh that emerged from Eugene wasn’t pretty, but it was another first as they nearly had tears in their eyes.

“Woah…” Kaleb’s grin split his face.

“I-I j-just-!” Eugene put a fist over his mouth and failed to reign themselves in.

Stars appeared in S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s eyes as he broke away from his dad.

He then rounded Eugene who couldn’t stop laughing each time he saw S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. To make matters worse, the automaton started to manifest silly faces on his screens each time they surfaced. 

It grew to a worrying head before, S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N., as if sensing it, hopped several steps back. Having garnered the floor, he then did a little finishing tap dance which caused Eugene to give a loud snort before he broke down into further laughter.

“I l-love you!” Eugene got out before he chased the automaton. 

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. caught them and looked right at you. “You were right!”

You could only scratch your head at whatever was happening.

“Please let me ask about construction.” Nelson’s hand slammed ominously onto your shoulder.

“That’s a Donnie question.” You passed him, only then remembering Coral.

Nelson left you for said man and you located Coral staring S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. and Eugene down as the metal mutant tried to calm the other down. 

It was your turn to ambush her. “Be good to him.”

“I will.” She said with uncharacteristic softness.

“What’s up?”

“I expected a little clone.”

“Of Donnie?” You couldn’t help but blow a raspberry at the absurdity.

“Yeah.” She looked at you openly. “Dead eyes, calculating, and sus as fuck.” 

You pinched her. 

She didn’t react in the slightest. 

“Nah, Shelly is his own guy.” You sighed and gestured to him. “Doubly so; got the new bod this morning.”

“Huh.” She hadn’t pulled her gaze away yet.

“Is that all?”

“World’s just a big place.”

“I told you what he was.”

“He’s so much more… alive though. Like I can already tell he’s going to be a blast.”

“Yup, that’s Shelly.”

She finally broke eye contact to take a deep breath. She let it out and looked over to Donnie. “How’s he holding up?”

You glanced between them. “You… know?”

“Know what? It’s obviously gonna be hard to have your first ever birthday party like it's nothing after what he’s been through.”

You quieted.

Why hadn’t you noticed?

You’d jumped right to celebrating him without thinking of the repercussions. 

He’d seemed on board up until now, but maybe you were blinded. 

He always had your happiness in mind. 

Had you missed his?

Unsure, but feeling worse for it you lifted your gaze to find Coral now staring you down.

“You didn’t realize.” She smirked. “Figures.”

“Shut up!” You huffed.

“You just do shit sometimes.” She chuckled. “So observant, but impulsive!”

You pushed her and she easily dodged with a laugh. “He’s worried he won’t react right.”

“So?” She watched you, almost bored. “We’ve met him before. It’s not like we expect him to shit himself when he opens a watch or whatever.”

“Did you get him a watch?” You asked, now curious.

“No! I’m not going to tell you!”

“Sounds like a watch to me.”

“What is he? Retiring at 62? Shut up!” She caught your arm and pulled you over to S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. “Hey, squirt!”

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s head flew up with abject joy. “A new nickname!? Already!?”

“There’s more where that came from! But first-!” She caught hold of his beak and yanked him down to her eye level, suddenly oozing malevolence. “I’ma pay you back for fucking up my bank account!”

“Oh shi-!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. got out before the scene devolved.

Coral immediately injured her hand trying to punch the automaton before Donnie shot over to stop her. She then turned to claw at him which enacted the others in protection of the birthday boy. S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. mistakenly laughed at the exchange which spurned further scorn. In multiple tussles, everyone ended up in a version of time out by being seated each on their own barstool. The bartender took pity on the situation and put on a show of mixing the signature cocktail. The mix of cognac, absinth, vermouth, and grape syrup greased the squeaky start to the event.

Not able to drink, it gave S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. time to do final set-up. The cake appeared as a plain purple two-tiered affair that shamed you with the memory of how Donnie had been forced to decide that alone. Next, came a DJ’s table that was erected off to the side and had apparently been stored in that back room. It caused mild ire from the snake who revealed he also hadn’t known about the stolen storage space or how the lights had apparently been tampered with. S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. peppily responded he’d added them among other things during closing hours which riled the mutant up more. In the end, S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. offered to let the bartender keep the rig and the snake changed his tune at the lucrative thought of being able to advertise more events like this.

Music started soon after, low and as a quiet melodic backdrop that you could tell Donnie wasn’t sure about. Your boyfriend was already putting forward quite a bit of brain power to be attentive to his guests and the extra noise didn’t help. Kaleb had tapped Donnie to ask something and within a few sentences, you watched as Kaleb then affixed a small ‘Birthday Boy’ button to Donnie’s sweater. The action must have been paired with a story because Kaleb’s lips continued to move and Donnie was soon enthralled.  

Beside you, the same could not be said for Coral who had an obvious vendetta against S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. Where the automaton was bobbing quietly to the beat at his DJ booth, she glared at him while Nelson carefully bandaged her hand. The level of touch and care there was something that struck you and you wondered if Coral always got a little too attached to her roommates. Living together didn’t have to be something, but Coral liked to make everything a big deal. That was why when S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. called out that they’d be doing trivia. She took place as the human team captain.

With everyone against Donnie, it was only a matter of time until maniacal laughter erupted from your significant other as he crushed you all ruthlessly. Even easy questions targeted for your group were swept up by his inhuman speed to buzz in first. It had Nelson especially competitive, while Kaleb eventually switched teams by simply asking. The colonel and captain controlled the board and Donnie got a ribbon that he seemed oddly touched by for winning. The way he wore it along with the button and a puff of his chest. For you, it echoed how little validation he’d gotten in his life while the others laughed off his near demonic gloating. Donnie floundered under the foreign sense of camaraderie which only caused more friendly affections to be tossed. 

Non-stop giggles came with the third round of drinks and you stepped in to lead the more children’s oriented portion of the party. Donnie, comically bad at pin the tail on the donkey, suddenly perked up after an odd conversation passed between  S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. and Coral. Knowing he’d heard whatever it was, S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. scurried off for a moment before he reappeared with something that he passed off. Coral then pinned a blurry and extra unflattering CCTV image of Leo’s face to the donkey’s which had Donnie break out in open laughter. The wonder displayed by everyone at the sight had made him clearly self conscious, but a round of reassuring slaps shoved the emotion away.

Kaleb then displayed a surprising skill of making balloon animals which ended with Donnie wearing a makeshift peaked cap. Everyone got their own little creature with yours being the cutest little turtle. At the sight of it, Nelson had asked to switch for one of his own. Coral popped the nervous man’s dinosaur in retaliation and the scared yelp that came from Eugene who had been nose deep in an article caused even the bartender to laugh.

By the fourth or fifth round, the music was picking up and Donnie seemed almost buzzed. Not sure if that was possible, you made your way over to him for what seemed like the first time tonight. He greeted you with a little flick of his gaze as he watched Coral try to get Eugene to do a certain dance move.

“Stranger at the bar.” You musd, warmth spreading across your face and ears.

Donnie’s eyebrow rose with interest.

“Could be fun.” Wary of overwhelming him, you pressed just the tip of your nose to his bicep.

“Already logged.”

“How long ago?” You wondered, talking against his sweater.

“It came to me a few nights after I picked you up.”

“After Leo’s call?” You raised your head.

“You see why I haven’t mentioned it.” He passed you a single glance.

“Are you having fun?”

Donnie’s lids lowered a bit and in it you could see the vulnerable edge to his gaze. “I am.”

“Good.” You kissed his arm before straightening. “Would you…?”

“What?” He turned to you with honest curiosity.

“Want to dance with me?” You offered your hand.

You watched a hitch pass his expression as he debated.

“It’s not a birthday thing.” Your fingers curled, ready to withdraw. “Means there’s no obligation even for someone throwing themselves into the event.”

A little smile played on his lips before he slipped his hand in yours. “Why not?”

“Why not!” You cheered and pulled him onto the dance floor.

Kaleb, who had stepped in to correct both incorrect parties, pop and locked his hand out as you both approached. “Oh, it’s on!”

“Y/N!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. suddenly announced, back on his mic.

“Yeah?” You were further struck when a spotlight appeared on you.

“Sorry to hijack your party, dad, but someone owes me a dance!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. smiled and exchanged the mic to swipe his hands over a mixing board.

“W-wait!” You tried to run, but the others encircled you along with Donnie who moved in the formation with a malicious grin. “I-I don’t have anything ready!”

“Who cares!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s voice projected easily even without aid. The lights then came down for that neon purple glow from earlier and you spun around, heart racing.

Across the room, the bartender felt like a bouncer as a voice caressed the air. A siren singing with a carefully building techno beat, the music didn’t dare interfere with the voice. Nerves fraying, you still looked amongst your friends for help. With none offered, you scrambled in place as the rhythm picked up. Doing an awkward two-step, you tried to think of anything as you felt the crescendo of the bass drop coming. Ready to run the moment it hit, you felt a hand in yours. Blinking up past watery worry, Donnie pulled you flush right as all the music evaporated in preparation. A small remix signaling the usual marker would still be hit, it gave you an eye in the storm moment to look at your boyfriend. He gave a reassuring smile from above before the bass hit and you were lethally dipped in a way you’d only seen in movies.

You friends screamed excitement and you were pulled back up only to find Donnie losing to his own nerves. Bolstered by that alone, you snatched at his shoulders and twirled the both of you in time. The others rushed to join the dance and you forgot all about the performance. In a spin you saw S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. beaming as if this had been his plan all along. His head bobbed in rhythm as he adjusted knobs and nodded for you to return to the floor. There, you slipped away from your partner and boldly rolled your body as the songstress returned to continue the pattern. 

The others cheered for you and then Nelson stepped up to do a surprisingly nimble move that involved both his hands and feet. It rounded amongst the others, all doing their own improvisation, until it was Donnie’s turn. Still little unsure, Kaleb broke out something with his arms that Donnie immediately copied flawlessly. The two then crafted their own routine which played out throughout the rest of the song.

Going into the next there was another creeping start and everyone was losing themselves to the buildup. In a blink, you saw a flicker of something and it was enough that you slowed in your groove. Trying to follow whatever it was, another then twisted around Coral, who took notice with a reach of her hand. Not making contact, it disappeared before she could touch it. Not sure if it was a trick of the low lights, a few more flashes in a way that reminded you of drifting pollen before the room grew much darker. The song still pounding on with a relentless increase, you only searched before S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N let out a roar. All eyes moved to him as he threw his arms up and fuschia light structures shot out of what looked like the vents across his chest. Immediately realizing they were a form of his and Donnie’s holograms, the purple light flooded the floor. In a swirl like blown leaves, it manifested in constructions that were different for each person.

For Kaleb, neon lined him as if he were wearing a captain’s uniform and he dusted off his lapels at the sight of himself. Coral looked like she was ready to hit Carnivàle with plumage bursting from her hips and a mask on her face. Similarly, Nelson looked like a flamenco dancer and in a twist, he found his skirt flowed around with him as if he could pick it up. Eugene, circled like he was in a rave, did some muzzing that didn’t quite fit where the song was going, but made them laugh all the same.

Not quite able to see yourself, you turned, but could only really tell you had a mask of some kind. Looking over to Donnie for some kind of confirmation, there was an orb surrounding his head as if he were wearing a space helmet. Marked with gloves, boots, and a belt, he looked the picture of a futuristic space explorer. Staring at him in awe, the bass dropped and everyone went wild as their lights changed along with the song. Laughing at the magic of the moment, you shot forward and caught both of Donnie’s hands. He nearly jumped at the touch and you swung him into a spin.

Forces split you apart as the music shifted with multiple layers that only added to the immersive nature of what was happening. Dance move flicked off the holograms as they were alive. The projections sparkled uniquely based on the costume. Birds flew from Coral and sea waves rolled off Kaleb as they moved. The song then dropped off into a tinkling noise that Nelson danced through like it was his very own ballet.

Twisting around with sweat pleasantly cropping up, there was an odd newfound gaining bass that seemed to be leading to something. Donnie flung himself forward to everyone’s surprise and his teeth gleamed as, in a twist, digitized rectangles shot off his gloves as if he were firing a ray gun. In a sweeping gesture, he then somehow met the final drop head on and danced in perfect sync through the end of the song where he slid down onto his knees and threw one hand up in the air with the last few words.

Like a panting breath, the others had to gain oxygen before they rushed him. You amongst them, Donnie allowed the surrounding and even extended his arms as with a group effort you were all able to hoist him up. Crowdsurfing, he was essentially thrown to his feet where he easily did a little bounce to land with poise. It garnered more attention as the next song finally started and the others went to experiment with their light suits some more.

Moving on adrenaline, you tracked Donnie stumbling over to the bar where he had a huge grin plastered on his face. You followed after and watched the bartender move away as you caught up.

“Did you see?!” He turned to you and yelled just loud enough to beat the music.

“I did!” You laughed brightly.

“That was-!” You weren’t sure if his pupils were blown or if it was compensation for the darkness.

‘Fun?’ You signed to him.

He caught your hands and poured over you, emotion coming off him in waves.

Hit with each as a gentle lapping, you felt elation, love, and finally, open and genuine happiness.

It moved your very core so that by the time he kissed you, you almost wanted to cry it was so much.

This was all you ever wanted.

For him to let go and enjoy himself. 

Chaste for the sweat, he pulled away and his gaze sparkled around the glowing lines of his mask.

Staring back with what must have been the exact same expression, he then released you with purpose. Ready to be swept back on the dance floor he instead examined his hands. You looked over them similarly until he signaled you to give him a little space. Open to it, you took a little step back and he methodically signed with glowing gloves inducing blurs of colored light to the movement.

‘You have my heart.’ He then held out his hand in a jumpy offering and you easily slid yours into it to settle those fingers. He gave a squeeze and you went to rush him, but he dodged by taking a step back. He laughed at the move, flicking his gaze to the bar counter and, though a little thrown off, you faintly remembered he’d had some kind of exchange with the snake. Following his gaze you found two large glasses waiting and he passed one to you. Bringing it to your lips, you found it was water and sent him an incredulous look. He smirked around his glass as he downed it while you drank yours a little slower. Finished, you saw his happy exhale more than heard it. Unable to wait even a moment longer, you barely got your glass back to the counter before he whisked you back to the dance floor.

NEXT

I don't know how my my betas @tmntxthings and @thepinkpanther83 do it, but I'm thankful they do!

[journalsouppe]

APOLLO JUSTICE!!!!! AHHHHHH!!!! What i would literally give to have a true AA4 sequel. I wholeheartedly believe if Yamazaki's team could ignore aa4 canon to make 5 & 6 then Shu Takumi should absolutely be allowed to ignore any 5&6 canon to make an aa4 sequel. I'm dying out here pleaseeeeee

The Phoenix sticker is from Peachcott. The Klavier sticker is from Ayabit from the Turnabout Cinema zine. The Apollo and Trucy stickers are from astarsor.

Writing typed below!

rating: 9.8 played: Fa 2023 port: 3DS favorite? Y replayable: Y recommend? Y series: Ace Attorney

Comments

THE JUDGE PAINTING

apollo's such a dork <3

ooo i like the perceive function

i love the music

DONT SAY THAT TRUCY T_T

there's so much going on in this investigation

wow i love how uneasy i feel even after the trial ended

LMAO I FORGOT ABOUT THE PHOENIX SEX PHOTO

i dont think y'all want your panties back...

klav's a bill and ted fan i see lol

LOVE mr eldoon's design 10/10

klapollo meet cute moment LMAO

oops ^^; i accidentally wrote a 600 word essay about the first case

i like how apollo cried over trucy

IT'S JUSTICE TIME??? T^T

i like klavier's hands a normal amount

alita must have some dirty fucking feet

the animations are so smooth

apollo being jealous of klavier at the concert and thinking he's cool LMAO

apollo is WHIPPED

trucy is KILLING it in court, she really is nick's daughter

klavier's shoe print *skull emoji*

out of pocket shiny forehead comment LMAO

lamiroir has similar vocal tones as malon!

THE PENIS FIRE AND KLAV PUTTING IT OUT IN THE BKGD

the smile and hair twirl klavier LMAO

why am i doing this music recording thing T^T

i dont like looking at daryan T_T

letouse kazuma moment lmao

capcom loves the face down death with writing on the ground huh LMAO

wtf is the judge talking about

i love all these scientific tests with ema! :)

i love the snackoos SFX

klav does not miss an opportunity to take a short at apollo's big forehead LMAO

APOLLO YOU DUMBASS

faking blindness is crazy

I KNEW IT WOULD BE DARYAN'S VOICE

klav's office is so much more normal than edgeworth's

WAIT IS IT GRAMARYE AND NOT GRAYMAYRE??

THE ANIMALS??

i love apollo and lamiroir goofing on klav

similar tech opening to brc

WTF WAS THAT KRISTOPH JUMPSCARE T-T

LORD DADDY???

oh he's insufferable

HOLY SHIT THAT'S WHY VERA IS STARING AT KLAV??

"rip off" phoenix is so real for that

are they injecting magnifi with piss??

im curious why kristoph would do this to phoenix

he just left his daughter???

tf is going on

T^T THE KRISTOPH ZOOM IN

why does klav have that egg from dragon tales

apollo understands me with mascots

this is so gay omfg

daryan not liking trucy means he goes even more into the shit book than before

apollo the journaling king

the x-ray function is a really fun addition

BABY TRUCY

omg phoenix with out the ugly hd redraw

GUMSHOE

he said it!!! he said 'ace attorney' lmao

i love and hate that i have to present the journal page

why does the screen shake when mr misham speaks T_T

THAT SCAR IS FREAKY

siblings omgggg

Summary:

I love this game so much. I love it so much that I am heartbroken knowing that AA 5 & 6 butchers the story it setup and I'm considering not even playing them unless AA7 is announced. I love all the main characters so much, the whole story was so well built and I can def see the influence the story had on DGS. Apollo is such a good protagonist, he's relatable but also so unique. I love seeing his character progression in the game: a new attorney who is easily manipulated to a confident and determined attorney who trusts in his own judgement. I LOVED Klavier oh my god. I love how much he respects Apollo and although he doesn't hesitate to tease him, he doesn't bully or abuse Apollo in any way. They both have a mutual admiration and rivalry where they try to play as fairly as possible. Klav doesn't maliciously withhold or change evidence, but he does spend hours reviewing his arsenal and thinks of all the counter arguments the defense could bring up. I really like Apollo's ability, it continues the mystery and mysticism from the original trilogy but with new mechanics. I adore Trucy so much. She honestly might be my favorite AA character. She's determined, strong willed, and above all -- extremely silly. I couldn't of asked for a better character to be Phoenix's daughter. I also LOVE the sibling reveal at the end but gdi if only they actually figure it out T^T T^T. I think Apollo and Trucy's dynamic is probably my favorite Defense and assistant dynamic. This who game was so fun, I know 4-3 is not everyone's favorite and it is a little all over the place but I also enjoyed it and loved the premise. There's so much to say, I haven't even talked about Nick and Kris - what an incredible feud, what a genius development for Nick. I cannot recommend this game enough, I am so obsessed with it and cannot wait to make art <3 <3.

[mostlymarvelsstuff]

Kinktober- Drabble #8

Character: Omega Wanda Maximoff

Kinks: MILF, Breeding, praise

Authors note: This turned out much softer than intended, oops

Authors note pt 2:If its not obvious this is an Omegaverse (a/b/o) fic which means, Alphas have a penis

Word count: 1083   Wanda Masterlist   Marvel Masterlist   Kinktober

 Your hands grab her bare hips, pulling her closer to you as your mouth descends to her neck. She whimpers as your lips make contact with her scent gland before continuing to pepper kisses along her neck and jaw. 

   Your hands continue to make their way around to the front of her stomach, caressing the soft flesh before they continue up to her chest. You cup her breasts, pulling a moan from her as you squeeze them.

   “You sound so pretty.” you rasp out in her ear, causing her to shiver again.

   You pull her closer against you, allowing her to feel the bulge in your boxers. She lets out a small gasp at the contact and you smirk at her reaction. You hump her a few times, enjoying the small whimpers she makes in response to feeling you.

   “Feel what you do to me, Omega?” you ask, grinding into her again

   She whines, “Yes…Y/n…please..”

   You possessively growl, “God, you drive me crazy. Wanna claim you so badly”

    “Really?” she asks, turning more to face you, “It doesn’t bother you that I’ve had my boys?”

   You shake your head, “Of course not. They're lovely boys, and I would raise them as my own If you’ll have me. And besides, having pups gave you absolutely delicious curves.”

   She blushes, “You really like the way I look now?”

   You hum, nuzzling into her neck as you breathe in her scent, “Yes. You're gorgeous Wanda. Stunning even.”

  Her blush deepens as she places her hand on one of yours as it still covers her breast, “Make me yours, Alpha. Please”

   You immediately spin her around and press your lips against her in a hungry kiss. She moans into your mouth as your hands continue to squeeze her tits and she can feel her slick dripping onto her thighs from the way your bulge rubs against her core. You bite into her bottom lip and she whimpers, pushing her hips against yours as her hands fumble with your boxers waistband.

   “Please…” she begs again

   You gently grab her hands, “Go get on the bed pretty girl”

   She eagerly does as she's told, quickly getting herself comfortable with her eyes still glued to you. She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth as you shimmy your boxers down your hips. You approach her, smirking as she seems transfixed by the way your cock bounces slightly as you walk.

   You slowly crawl up the bed until you're straddling her, You let one hand lightly wander the valley of her breasts as your other strokes yourself. She watches you, rubbing her thighs together to relive some of the ache that's building within her.

  A soft moan leaves you as your thumb swipes over the tip of your cock, collecting a drop of your precum and you silently bring it to Wanda's mouth. Her eyes meet yours as her lips wrap around your digit and her eyelids flutter as her tongue licks up the gift you gave her. Her pupils blow wide, and she moans at the taste of you. The sweet sound causes your hips to buck in want for her.

   “Good girl” you praise as you line yourself up with her slick soaked folds. You easily begin to slide inside her and she gasps at the stretch she receives. Your hips stall as your eyes search her face for discomfort and she whines while reaching out for you.

   “Please keep going, Alpha. I can handle it”

   You lean forward, brushing your lips against hers, “If anything changes you just tell me and I’ll stop.”

   She nods signaling that she understands, and you continue to push yourself inside her. Her warm walls squeeze you in ways you never imagined, pulling a guttural moan out of you, which turns her on even more than she already was.

   Satisfied that she doesn't appear to be in discomfort anymore, you begin to steadily thrust your hips. Your hands knead her soft breasts, leaving her breathless beneath you, and her legs wrap around your waist, pulling closer and deeper. 

    “H-harder…please”

    You smirk and grunt as you comply, pounding into her with even more of your strength. She cries out to you in pure pleasure as you reach deep within her tight pussy, and as she feels the way your cock throbs inside her, her back arches off the mattress.

   You lean down, running your tongue over her scent gland before kissing her. She deepens the kiss and loops her arms around your neck to ensure you stay near her. Air quickly becomes necessary however, and you have to pull your lips from hers.

    “Mmm, gonna mark you, Wanda. Gonna make you mine.” 

   She whimpers as she can feel herself approaching her limits, “Please…please…”

   Your mouth trails across her neck, leaving light kisses as you get ready to claim her. She squirms slightly in anticipation, she's eager for your mark and your knot. She longs to be yours completely and to have you as hers.

   As your hips continue their movement, you can feel your knot begin to grow. You slow down, gently pressing it into her, slowly stretching her out even further.

   “Ooh, fuck!” she exclaims, cumming hard as you lock into place. Your breath shudders as your seed fills her and you hastily bite down, and you end up giving her a second orgasm, “Y/n!!”

   You nuzzle against your mark, breathing her in, “I love you, my Omega”

   Her heart skips a beat and tears of happiness fill her eyes, “I love you too, my Alpha. Please, can I mark you?”

   You move your head, giving her easy access to your gland and she surges forward. Her teeth sink in easily, much to her satisfaction. You moan lowly in her ear as even more of your cum spills inside of her and she shivers.

   “If you keep filling me like that, I’ll be with your pup in no time.” she innocently remarks. 

   But when she sees the look that flashes across your eyes she knows you took it differently. Still locked in place, you start humping her again, relishing in the whimpers that fall from her as her sensitive cunt continues to be filled.

   “Good” you grunt out, “Wanna see how pretty you look all round with my pups. You're such a beautiful mom.”

   She whimpers again, cupping your face, “You won’t leave me? Not like he did?”

   “Absolutely not.” you tell her before kissing her fiercely, “You're mine now, forever.”

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