#why is he jizzing everywhere

[spaciebabie]

best part of fighting the knight is getting to the final stages of it b/c when you die gaster's all like: guuh...!! yes...i could feel it that time...im s-- i mean you were so close...do it...again.

[apricotgojo]

✧.* we like short shorts! ✧.*

・❥・ Pairing: Toji/Reader ! NSFW ! MDNI !

・❥・ Word count: 3.6K

ׂ╰┈➤ summary: The only pair of wearable clothing he could find are his teeny-tweeny shorts from his teen years but no one’s gonna be up to see him, right?

ׂ╰┈➤ Tags: Toji is feral, unprotected sex, reader is a menace, cum!, cunnilingus, toji has a nice ass, facial <3, p in v, hair pulling.

A/N : i feel very filthy after writing this :) i couldn’t stop thinking about toji in lil short shorts tho so enjoy bbs!

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"shit."

It was one of those nights for Toji - Laundry night. Only the slight issue was that he realized that all his clothes had a hole in them. Every single piece of clothing he owned had some type of hole in it - be it big or small. The realization kicked in when he noticed that his left nut was hanging out of a hole in his boxers.

And that's why he was standing completely butt-naked, brows furrowed at his entire wardrobe splayed out on the floor. He had work in the morning - fuck, he had work in the morning and he didn't have a clean or decent piece of clothing to wear.

He rubs his palm across his mouth as he contemplates his entire existence. It was his fault and he knew it - All those times he shrugged when he saw the, once tiny, hole in his clothes, all those times he swore that he would buy new underwear at least and completely ignored them when he passed by them at a shop. Maybe this realization will finally be enough for him to get off his ass and go buy some decent clothes.

He knew somewhere in the pile splattered around him there were clothes that weren't in the worst state possible for him to go to work with - but were they clean? fuck no.

He let out a deep sigh - He needed to go down and wash his clothes. Even if it was 2 in the morning, he was gonna go insane if none of his clothes were remotely wearable. Thing is, what was he even going to wear to go down to the communal laundry room? He couldn't wear boxers without a part of his dick showing, all his shorts had big ass holes in them and- wait.

Something in the corner of the room catches Toji's eye. Were those his old basketball shorts? He makes his way towards the piece of clothing and crouches down to pick it up. After examining it, a sigh of relief escapes his lips - no fucking holes.

The last time he wore those basketball short was when he was 14 years old. He is now past his 30's. Those shorts he had on were no longer considered to be basketball shorts. Not with the way he thought the circulation from his thighs was about to get cut off. He didn't even bother looking in the mirror as he strode off with a bag full of his clothes.

Who was going to be up doing laundry at 2AM anyway?

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Your face scrunched up as you gathered the cum stained bed sheets in your arms. At least one of you had a good time.

You needed to stop meeting guys on tinder and expecting mind-blowing sex. It just isn't possible. You haven't had a guy make you cum in weeks and you were embarrassed for each and every single one of them at this point. This night was the same as the others - guy comes over, guy is awkward, guy touches you, guy lasts five minutes, guy says "that was amazing babe!", guy leaves. And you were left alone at night with your trusty vibrator wand between your legs to compensate for what the other men lacked. Only tonight, the guy you fucked decided that he wanted to pull out - great, fantastic even! issue was that his jizz landed everywhere except your body. Your vibrator just had to wait a little longer because you definitely weren't sleeping with crusty cum on your sheets. - ew!

You made your way out of your apartment and downstairs, the cum sheets gathered in your arms. You doubted anyone would even be up at this time of the night so you didn't even think about getting decent before you left your apartment. All you were wearing was a piece of fabric that were barely considered as shorts, not with the way they rode up your thighs, showing half your ass cheeks in them and a tiny , tight top with no form of underwear whatsoever. All you needed to do was get go down, put the clothes in the washer, wait and-

holy. fucking. shit.

You stop dead in your tracks at the sight in front of you. A broad, bare, muscular back was facing you and so was a nice piece of ass in teeny-weeny, tight , red shorts. Your face flushed as you took in every detail of the mans backside - noticing how the shorts slightly rode up his built thighs, hugging every muscle and curve in this mans lower half. His ass looked so damn good that you kind of started feeling insecure. If he looked this good from the back, you were drooling at the thought of what he might look like from the front. The dark haired man had the palms of his hands resting on the washing machine,

"Work, god damn it!" He growled as he hit the side of the washing machine with a flat hand. You jumped at the sudden tone and bang! It put you out of the trance his body had you in and you decided to help him - and maybe get a good look at what he's packing from the front too.

"Hey, don't hit the-"

"FUCK!" He suddenly shouted - startled at the sudden sound of your voice, causing him to whip around to face you and put a hand on his heart as he leaned against the machine. "You almost gave me a fucking heart attack, holy shit!" His breathing was hitched and his chest was heaving up and down. If you didn't have any form of self control you would probably let your jaw drop because god DAMN - he was beyond hot. Hot couldn't even begin to describe him. He was crafted by the gods - he has a face that was made to be looked at and with a body to match. His upper body was delicious and you couldn't help to think about the taste that would linger on your tongue after you've licked every crevasse of him. Your brain was getting fuzzy and overloaded with thoughts as your eyes shamelessly scanned down his body, down to the happy trail leading to the hem of his shorts and, Fuck, is he also not wearing any underwear? You gulp - was he even aware that his shorts did absolutely nothing to hide the absolute length of him which you could see pressed against his thigh, on soft. Your head feels dizzy and heat rushes to your face and between your legs. You didn't know if it was the fact that you haven't been dicked down properly in what felt like light years or if it was the fact that he was so attractive that if your pussy could speak, she would be screaming for him right about now. Probably both. Suddenly, the bundled up sheets fall from your grasp and you swear under your breath, scrambling to get them.

Toji, although startled, couldn't help himself from checking you out as you bent down to grab your sheets while wearing such a skimpy little outfit. In fact, staring at you made his already tight shorts feel waayyy tighter. He felt his cheeks heat for a moment and he quickly snatched the bag he used for his clothes and put it in front of him in what he thought was a casual manner. "'M sorry for scaring you," you let out a nervous chuckle as you make your way to him with the sheets now in your arms again. "but hitting the washing machine like that isn't going to make it work"

He watched as you walk towards him and he cocked an eyebrow, "Yeah? I've been trying to get this piece of shit working for the past twenty minutes. I don't think anything is gonna make it work" You obviously didn't fail to notice the way he was trying to hide his dick from you and a smile tried to force its way on your lips. "You're probably doing it wrong"

He narrows his eyes at you, "you try and make it work then, doll-face." He challenges and your heart skips a beat at the nickname. Say less - you thought to yourself. You got down on your knees in front of him and the washing machine. Toji gulped - hard as he looked down at you. You looked so pretty looking up at him like that.

your face looked so fuckable. He didn't even try to stop the lewd thoughts from filling up his mind. He imagined how pretty you'd look as he smeared the tip of his cock against your lips. He imagined how good it would feel to have you choke, spit and cry on his cock. Oh yeah- he'd grab you by the hair and fuck that mouth of yours until you were sobbing. He wouldn't stop until he came down your th-

The washing machine suddenly starts whirring and he lets his mind pause for a moment.

You smirk up at him, "You had a sock stuck between the door."

"Oh," he scratches the back of his neck

You lock eyes with him for a moment and you swear you could see his cheeks turn a hint of pink.

He clears his throat and is the first one to break the eye contact. "Thanks, I guess" he clicks his tongue and averts his gaze to anywhere but your kissable lips.

You get up from the floor and dust your knees, giving him a shrug. "Anytime."

He really needed to stop thinking about you - right now. Or else he was going to bend you over and fuck you against this damn washing machine. His dick was basically throbbing in his pants and he knew that if he set down the bag there would definitely be a dark patch of pre-cum stained on his shorts.

You make your way to the other washing machine and hum to yourself. You felt smug. This poor man who was trying to do his laundry in peace was definitely hard as a rock and you noticed. You noticed that you made him nervous. You noticed that you made him weak. and you fucking wanted him inside you. So every next move you made now was calculated.

you knew he was watching from the corner of his eye and so you made sure to arch your back a little bit more than usual as you stuffed the washing machine with the sheets.

"fuck-" toji breathed under his breath as he caught a glimpse of your ass in those 'shorts'. Toji closes his eyes, his head tilting back. Behave- he told himself internally. He already got in trouble with the landlord once before for smoking a joint in the corridor and he was not ready to get in trouble again for waking up the entire block because of your screaming. No, he'll do his laundry, dry his clothes, go back to his apartment and have a nice wank to the thought of you. Yeah that's what- Oh fuck no.

He watches as you were struggling to fit the sheets in the machine , every little push you were making had those shorts rising higher and higher up your ass. He watched as it jiggled with every little push you made. Were you doing this on purpose? did you want to kill the man? wait - you were doing this on purpose.

After closing the door and waiting for the clothes to start spinning, you get up, and dust your hands. You didn't have anytime to think before you felt something hard hit your back. And something poke against your ass.

"I don't usually do shit like this but i can see it on your face that you want to get fucked by me," His hot breath tickles your ear and it send shivers down your spine. "Don't ya'?"

You gulp, your legs automatically pressing together at the sound of his low voice. "Bold of you to assume that," You suck in a sharp breath, not daring to look back at him. "and what if i do?" You could feel him smirk against your ear, your body tensing up and your back arching slightly against him.

"How could I refuse to give a pretty girl what she wants?"

Your head slowly turns to face him- sharp, sea-blue eyes piercing into yours. Your eyes glance down for a moment and holy shit. He was huge. Those shorts look like they were about to rip open with his length poking out like that, bunching up his shorts to reveal even more of his muscular thighs.

"Eye's up here, doll~" He purrs and your eyes shoot back to his.

He licks his lips, a deathly smirk curling on them right before he kisses you. Hard.

You two were like animals the moment your lips touched, every bit of self control completely lost as your hands got lost in his hair. His hands instantly grab your ass, squeezing it so hard that you moan against his lips. With one hoist, your legs secured themselves around his waist. Tongues and teeth were clashing in the heated kiss, and while he was holding you up by your ass, you shamelessly tried to grind against him for any type of friction. He bit your lower lip and tugged at it, his eyes opening as he set you down on top of the spinning washing machine. You both pulled away for a moment, taking in each others disheveled features. Those tiny shorts of his were going to be the death of you and you couldn't control yourself as your fingers flied to the hem of them, tugging. He grabbed your face with one hand, squishing your cheeks as he smirked down at you.

"You want this dick, pretty?" he whispers and his eyes trail down to the way you were rubbing your legs together as the washing machine vibrates beneath you. "Oh look at you~" he teases , his thumb sliding across your wet lips. "You must be so wet f'me." a grin spread across his face.

He lets go of your face and a strained whimper leaves your mouth as you watch him get down in front of you. The vibrations from the washing machine beneath you were leaving you wanting more.

His hands grab your knees and he slowly pulls your legs apart, the heat already radiating against his face. You weren't wearing any panties so the thin material of your shorts was sticking to your soaked cunt. He hums as his thumb caresses the wet piece of fabric, your hips jolting forward at his touch. He peppers light kisses along your thigh while he uses a finger to curl under the material and move it to the side - your dripping core fully exposed for him.

It was really a sight to see, watching as it throbbed at nothing but the vibrations and the little touch he gave you with his thumb. "hah- you don't even know my name and look at you - fucking soaked."

He looked so hot between your legs with that smug smirk as he looked up at you. You wanted to just stuff your pussy in his face already.

"What's your n-name?" You rasp out.

"Toji." He hums, his thumb rubbing lazy circles on your clit.

"Tojiiii~" You moan out, throwing your head back at the feeling of his thumb. and something in him snaps at the sound of his name leaving your lips.

"fuuuuck." He breathes before diving his face into your pussy.

A hand flies to your mouth as you tried not to scream. Oh ~ he knew how to use his tongue - really well. The free hand grabs onto his hair, pulling his face further into your throbbing cunt.

He was absolutely devouring you, moaning into your pussy as he licks up your sweet juices. "You taste soooo fucking good." His voice was muffled and his lips wrap around the sensitive nub, harshly sucking at it. You yelp out in surprise, and your thighs tighten around his head. Finally- a man who knew where the clit was. You knew you weren't gonna last, not with the vibrations, not with this mans tongue and as if it couldn't get any worse, he decides to put two thick and long digits inside of you, pumping in and out at an unforgiving pace. "shit- fuck- hgnh~" drool was spilling from the corner of your lips as your peak was approaching, your mind so hazy that all you could mumble between moans was his name and how you're about to cum. And then you do - you finally fucking cum. and it was really fucking good. your hips rolling against his face, your gummy walls throbbing around his fingers and your wetness dripping down his chin and neck.

You were twitching against him, his tongue still lapping at your overstimulated clit. He pulls his head out from between your thighs, finally catching his breath. He looks up at you, breathing heavily with a smile.

"Felt good?" He asks before wiping his mouth with his arm - getting up and towering over you again. He didn't even let you process a response because he's already grabbing you by your waist and flipping you over. Before you knew it you were bent over against the washing machine. "This is gonna feel even better~" he whispers in your ear and nibbles at your lobe while kneading your ass.

You gasp as you feel his tip rub against your puffy, dripping folds. "Gonna stretch this pussy out, yeah?" he coos, "best dick you're gonna get in your fucking life." And you did not protest at that because both you and him knew that he was absolutely fucking right.

The head of his cock pushes past your folds, agonizingly slow. "Gah-fuck, you're too tight baby-hah" He breathes in your ear.

It took everything in you for you not to scream as he filled you up. This was the biggest dick you've ever taken, by a fucking longshot. "Goooood girll, ease into it now~"

He thrusts into you once. Twice. Three times. and then you were completely filled by him. "T-Toji~ mmhh~ s-s'too big~" You whimper out, tears welling up in your eyes. "mmmm~ take it like a good girl f'me" He was consumed by your pussy, he could barely think about anything else other than ramming himself into your tight cunt. At first he pushed in and out slowly, just to test the waters with you and then when he heard you moan and push yourself back on his dick, he lost it and just like that, he was finally ramming into you.

You grip on the sides of the washing machine for support. "yesyesyesyesyesyesyes" You breath out with each thrust Your eyes roll to the back of your head and he grips you by your hair. The room fills with the most lewd noises, from the sound of his heavy balls slapping against your ass, to the sound of your cunt squelching with every thrust, his moans and growls and filthy little words about how fucking good you're taking it to the whimpers and cries of his name leaving your lips. Your hand reaches down between your legs, struggling, trying to rub at your sensitive clit as you feel the head of his cock press up against that sweet-sweet spot inside of you. Your pussy was definitely going to remember him, every fucking crevasse and vein of his throbbing cock. - It was already imprinted in your mind.

"Gonna....cum..." You pant out, eyes shutting and Toji grabs both your arms, pulling them behind your back so he could fuck deeper into you. Faster into you. "FUCK TOJI!" You scream out at the sudden change of angle and pace.

"Cum on my cock baby- fucking cum on it" He spits through gritted teeth.

He feels your walls tighten around his cock and he throws his head back, "Shiiiiiiittttt" He moans out.

And you cum again, twice as hard as the first time. You were babbling cusses and moaning as he kept fucking you, riding out your orgasm. Your legs feel like jell-o but Toji keeps your body against his for support as he keeps thrusting inside of you.

"Let me cum on that pretty face~" He whispers, kissing down your spine. He pulls out of you, his cock throbbing, ready to fucking explode.

You get down on your knees and he takes a second to admire how devastating you look when youre fucked out like that. Cheeks red, eyes watery and tired, lips red and bitten. He wanted to paint your face with his cum.

"Give it to me, Toji~" You whisper in such a fucked out manner that it almost drove him over the edge then and there.

And then you open your mouth, sticking your tongue out and that sight alone had him moaning loudly.

"fuuck yessss"

He barely had time to grab his dick before his tip began throbbing, shooting long spurts of white onto your tongue and all over your face. Exactly what he wanted.

You watch him as he panted, his head thrown back and you smiled up at him, licking your cum covered lips.

Just the sight of you covered in his cum was enough to make his cock twitch again. You looked so beautiful. Unfortunately, round two had to wait because the washing machine let out a little melody to alert that it was ready.

Toji ran a hand through his hair, "Let me get you cleaned up, gimme a moment." He mumbled and picked up his shorts from the floor.

He put them on again. You snorted, causing him to whip his head back in your direction.

"What's so funny?"

"You have a hole in your shorts."

"FUCK!"

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[hijackalx]

GORTASH NSFW ALPHABET

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

hmm honestly feel like it depends on if hes feeling u or not. if he was just trying to catch a nut hes rude af. like before he leaves he'll throw a wet rag at u. and he used cold water to get it wet 🥲 BUTTTT if he really does like u i think he'll prolly run a bath for u both or something. i can see him washing ur hair/body for u 🥺

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

his chest duhhh lol thats why he walks around with his titties out. i think hes got a really good upper body in general. like shoulders/arms/chest. and i feel like hes an ass man. yes that means all booties ALL. he likes to spank, bite, and leave marks all over it. omggg the type to smack or pinch ur ass in public LMAO

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

yall already know im a firm believer that this man cums bucketfuls. he'll have u sitting there like "damn why is it still going" LMFAO almost exclusively wants to cum inside. to the point to where its hard to convince him not to. he wants to breed u sooo bad 😭😭

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

*NONCON MENTION* it gets him concerningly hard when u tell him no but let him do it anyway. like i dont think he would ever AGGRESSIVELY force u to do anything hence the "let him", but something about being able to change ur mind/overpower u does something to him *NONCON MENTION OVER*

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

well. i think hes an expert when it comes to pleasing himself (which is typically thru penetration, so for my AFABs if yall can finish vaginally just know he do be laying pipe 🤤) but he didnt really grow up caring about his sexual partners much lol. i do think he wants to please you though, like badly. thats the only reason hes willing to let u offer some guidance when it comes to giving oral/fingering u.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

mating press yall. like when he hooks ur legs over his shoulders and basically folds u like a lawn chair lol. also likes doggy though so he can pull ur hair and leave welts on ur ass lol.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

hes wayyyy too intense to be goofy at any moment while u guys are fuckin LMAO. like this man loves sex and gives his ALL. he puts his mf game face on and locks IN baby 😹😹

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

YESSSSSS !!!!! YES !!!!! this man is SO hairy EVERYWHERE !!!! the same texture as the hair on his head. im about to faint yall catch me

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

uhh. i can see him being kind of romantic on special occasions. but like i said hes pretty intense usually and to me that doesnt leave much room for romance lol. especially since he can be so mean too

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

yeah. like all the time. hes a hornball so if ur not around as an alternative he WILL be jizzing into his hand. omfg if yall are like, ever distanced from each other he will want to send nasty ass letters back and forth to keep him satisfied until u get back LMAO god forbid they ever end up at the wrong place

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

his office. will fuck on every surface and up against every wall. everyone else is afraid to touch anything in there 😭

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

he likes when u seem weaker than him, either in the sense that he has a physical or mental advantage over u. dont let anyone else treat u like that tho or he'll think ur a pussy lol

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

^^ as i mentioned letting other ppl have the same power over u as he does is a turn off. so if ur like me u got to grow a backbone or get the boot 🥾🤾‍♀️ 😭😭  anyway. i dont think he'll be willing to do anything that makes him feel "lesser" or more submissive. i mean u could probably trick him into doing it if u make him think its his idea or something LMAO

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

i genuinely think he eventually gains an affinity for giving ??? he likes the sounds u make and the way u pull his hair. so yeah, gives lots of kisses and will mutter a lot of praises while down there too. dont get me wrong though u better be giving back too 😹😹

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

rough as fuckkkk bro. doesnt ever like to be gentle. sex just brings out a lot of aggression in him. u will be sore and bruised after. if u convince him to chill out he'll be a pouty baby about it

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

anywhere and everywhere possible. i dont think its a goal of his to be seen by others while doing it but i also dont think he cares so that doesnt really stop him

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he'll try to get u to do all kinds of fucked up shit. including shit that is probably lowkey dangerous 😹😹 hes pretty sadistic so get ready gurl

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

15-20 mins max shawty lmao sorry 😹😹 and since he wants to act like a wild ape ur prolly not getting a round 2 since he wore himself out. but if u didnt get off in time he'll use his hand to help u finish even if hes sleepy 😴

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

will tease u at random times throughout the day by saying some absolutely horrendous shit in ur ear while ur in public and then acting like nothing happened. but usually doesnt want to waste much time before the act, so he might tease just enough to get u ready. nothing more though

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

heavy grunter and breather. will only moan occasionally if its really hitting right 😹😹 if u do get him to moan i can see it being decently loud. its like a reward

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

very high libido man........ prepare ur hole 🪦

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

sometimes he can stay awake long enough for aftercare but other times itll have to come after a power nap 😭 youll be like "bae how was it" and turn around to see him completely unconscious. snoring and everythang

[bringbacktim]

Tit fuck-jschlatt

Synopsis: road head/boob fuck in the tesla

Warnings:road head , blowjobs , 1 degrading name (slut) , one nickname(baby) , spitting , saliva , mention of boobs , dick , prick , cock , cum , jizz , use of y/n , ted gets mentioned , gagging, gagging on fingers

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Smut under the cut

Schlatt's rental period of the lime green Tesla was coming to an end and he had been dying to try something since he discovered how much legroom the drivers side had

"Can I fuck your tits right now"

He asked not taking his eyes off of the highway he was driving on

"Like right now in this car?" She asked turning to face him

"I'm not hearing a no" he said trying to find somewhere to pull over

"I can tell by that tone you've been itching to ask me" 

She was going to let him do whatever he wanted truth be told, he was always one to help her live out any and all of her fantasies

"Ted is going to know what we've been doing when we get there" she laughed not caring

"When has that ever stopped us" he said parking up and getting out of the car as she followed

"Do you always have this much legroom , I could curl up and take a nap and you would still be able to use the pedals"  she said getting in the car trying not to hit her head on the steering wheel

"Sorry not all of us hug the wheel when we drive" he laughed as he got in after her not believing she actually agreed

"Sorry not all of us are 9 foot 5" she said pulling at the ends of her t shirt wishing she had taken it off before hand

"Do you want to get out and do that instead of dislocating something" he said seeing her struggle

"I swear to god if someone see's me you're a dead man" she laughed knowing how many embarrassing moment compilations they had on YouTube

"Don't flash the highway then" he joked as they both got out and he made sure to shield her from any unwanted eyes

As they once again climbed in the Tesla, he accidentally (on purpose) pressed the horn to scare her so he could laugh and just cause he thought it was funny that the car farted

"Bra on or off?" She asked looking up at him

"Off , I want to feel boob not bra"

"You have such a way with words" she said laughing as she reached behind her and unclasped her bra putting it on the passengers seat not wanting it to get dirty on the floor beneath her

"I'm so thankful for auto pilot right now , don't even have to take my eyes off of those pretty tits" he said mouth practically watering

She could tell just how thankful he was when she unzipped his zipper and freed his aching cock from its restraints , it already leaking pre cum

Friction burn wasn't on the list of things y/n wanted so she decided to just suck him off a little bit so it would be less skin against skin

"Don't make a mess and drool everywhere like you always do" he scolded knowing what she was like

"I only drool because there's no more room in my mouth for my saliva" she said remembering all the times he'd told her how pretty she looked lips turning white from being so stretched out and full of him

He breathlessly laughed and pushed her head down further in response, cock twitching as she gagged and tears began to form in her eyes

After a few more minutes of the sloppy blowjob , it was almost time for his wish

"What are you waiting for?" he asked confused as to why she was just sat there looking up at him all doe eyed

"Didn't know if you could help make sure I don't get friction burn" y/n tried to say in the most innocent way

"If you want me to cover you in my spit all you had to do was ask baby" he said spitting into his hand and smearing it over her chest as she sat still and let him

He took it a step further when he just didn't bother with his hand anymore because he wanted to see it roll down her chest before he made a mess

"I know how much you love my fingers in your mouth so here's a treat for me and you" you could barely process the words before his digits made their way into your mouth and practically down your throat

They stayed there for a solid 3 and a half seconds until she gagged and the saliva that covered her was her own while he fisted his erection at the sight

"I said don't make a mess and here you are dripping in spit and saliva eagerly waiting for me to fuck your tits, what a good slut" he lightly scoffed at the end

"Please hurry" y/n practically whined as she pushed her chest out

Schlatt wasn't one to follow the rules, until now ,as he slid his prick in between the warm wet supple skin that was his girlfriend's boobs, he almost came then and there before she'd even started to move just from the feeling alone

He threw his head back eyes shut as he thanked every God out there for letting him experience this . He also thanked whoever invented the autopilot feature in the car he was in

When y/n pressed her cleavage together to basically trap his dick in (with great difficulty due to the sheer thickness of it) schlatt swore he was in a different dimension as he moaned out , not caring if anyone saw as they drove past.

"Don't you dare jizz on me and make a mess" she scolded knowing he would get too overwhelmed by how good he was feeling and forget that they were headed to Ted's house to film and didn't have time to stop and clean up

"I f-fuck " were the only words he could get out as he took a glance at the road making sure they were still on track "be sure to catch it in your holy shit your mouth then" she attempted to see if she could get atleast the head in her mouth while he was thrusting between her breasts

When y/n realized that she in fact could and wouldn't make a mess in the rental car , she began trying to bounce to see if that would make him cum quicker

"Ohh my fuckk, you're like a pornstar" he said thrusting quicker as he felt himself get closer to cumming

Just to make sure that none of his jizz got anywhere other than her mouth she circled back to giving him a blowjob knowing how much he loved to fuck her face

So there y/n sat inbetween her boyfriends legs in the rental tesla obediently waiting for her boyfriend to finish using her face as a fucktoy and come down her throat so she could probably get fingered in the passenger seat as a reward

Clearly underestimating how pent up he was , she could barely swallow as fast as he was spurting it into her mouth and down her throat as he gripped her hair and roughly moved her back and forth on his dick

After it was done , everyone was cleaned up mentally taken care of and they had checked for any mess schlatt turned to his incredible girlfriend in the passenger seat next to him and said "let's hope the next gas station has some frebreeze"

"And some baby wipes" she agreed as she grimaced at how gross and sticky she felt , but seeing schlatt so happy (from the dopamine's obviously) was worth the mess

[waynes-multiverse]

Luckily, that office party wasn't as much of a disaster as I expected it to be, and neither Carmen nor Steve took a wrecking ball to their relationship (and might have even brought them closer??) 🙏👀

But God, never seen two bigger idiots in denial 😂🩵

But you just shrugged, still wearing that practiced smirk. “Dean’s not looking for a relationship, and neither am I right now. It works for us.” Liar.

This pretty much sums it up 😂

He chuckled in agreement. “I’m Steve, by the way.” He extended a hand, that easy-going smile still on his lips.

As in Steve fucking Rodgers?! Is that the cameo?! Omfg poor Dean 🤣

Dean frowned, as if trying to remember who that was. Then, realisation dawned. “Oh—her? Only because she seemed the most normal out of the bunch. Until she asked if I wanted to take her into the coat closet so she could ‘suck me off.’” He quoted with wide eyes.

Dear God, Carmen, but, hey, go get it, girl, if ya can 🤣

And jesus fucking Christ, Abbie!! That smut 🤌 I swear those two level up each new chapter, and I'm loving it 🥵 (It also makes narratively complete sense that they'd get more adventurous with each other lol)

On a side note: Why do we, as women, always get so embarassed when we squirt when men will literally blow their jizz everywhere like it's fucking confetti?? 🥳🎉

I petition we do that from now on!, too 😂😂

And when will these two finally get their heads outta their asses? Dean literally blew off a blowjob and was clearly jealous of Steve as was reader of Carmen... Like does someone need to spell it out for them??? They're like a full-on couple without knowing they're one 😆💕 And then they even slept in the same bed together and he practically begged her and oh God, Abbie, why... 😭😭

Dean lay on his back, one arm tucked beneath his head, staring up at the ceiling. His breathing had evened out, but you knew he wasn’t asleep yet. You weren’t either. You were too busy thinking, overanalysing. “This doesn’t mean anything,” you whispered, more for yourself than him. Dean let out a small huff of laughter. “No. Of course not”

I wanna kill 'em. I really, really do 😭 IDJITS IN LOVE 🫶

The Arrangement - Part Five

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: The party is in full swing, everyone is having fun, until they're not. You let jealousy get the better of you, there's a mystery man and Dean is there to tug you right back into his arms... and bed.

Word Count: 5.6k

Warnings/Tags: SMUT!(18+ONLY!!!) Swearing, jealousy, mutual pinning, these two are idiots. A little cameo crossover 👀

AN: Welcome to Chapter five, the arrival at the party. Things are definitely starting to shift, whether they can actually make it through we'll have to see. I hope you enjoy ☺️

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The party was at one of the most upscale venues in town—an old historic building that had been renovated into an elegant event space.

The second Dean stepped inside; his senses were overwhelmed.

The place reeked of money.

A massive chandelier hung in the centre of the grand ballroom, casting a golden glow over the polished marble floors. The walls were lined with intricate mouldings, and soft classical music played beneath the hum of conversation and clinking glasses.

Dean’s eyes immediately landed on the buffet.

And damn. They did not cheap out.

A long table was spread with an assortment of high-end appetisers—perfectly arranged charcuterie boards, little bite-sized hors d'oeuvres that looked too fancy to actually enjoy, and a seafood station with cocktail shrimp that Dean was definitely coming back for.

��Wow,” you murmured beside him, taking it all in. “Roman really went all out this year.”

Dean let out a low whistle. “Yeah, no kidding. Bet he blew half the budget just on the napkins.”

You snorted, shaking your head as you stepped further inside.

Dean followed, but not before grabbing two glasses of champagne from a passing waiter. He handed one to you with a smirk.

“Might as well make the most of it.”

You took it, clinking your glass against his before taking a sip.

As you took in the beautifully decorated room, your gaze swept across the scene, but Dean’s? His drifted right back to you. Just for a second. Just long enough for that all-too-familiar flutter to stir in his stomach—the one he kept pretending didn’t mean anything.

“You made it!”

Dean’s gaze broke away just as a blur of red came barrelling toward you. Charlie. She pulled you into a hug first, then stepped back with a low whistle, eyes raking over you in pure admiration.

“Holy shit.”

Dean had thought the exact same thing the moment he saw you.

You waved her off, a bashful smile tugging at your lips as your cheeks warmed. “Oh, please. What about you?”

Charlie beamed, twirling slightly to show off her dark-green Gatsby-style gown, the sequins catching the light. A matching headband sat atop her perfectly curled red hair, pinned into an elegant bun.

“I know, right?” She grinned. “I figured if I’m coming to this thing, I might as well go all out. Look.” She reached into her purse and pulled out a long cigarette holder, playfully pinning it between her fingers like she belonged in the 1920s. “I don’t even smoke.” 

You couldn’t contain the snort that escaped you, Charlie giggling along too, before her attention flicked past you, her smirk widening.

“Oooh, look what the cat dragged in.” She eyed Dean up and down before giving an approving nod. “Damn, Winchester, you actually clean up nice.”

Dean huffed a chuckle and pulled her in for a quick hug. “S’good to see you, kiddo.”

And just like that, another reason why this complicated mess you’d gotten yourself into, reared its ugly head. Your friends weren’t just your friends. They were Dean’s, too. Your lives were so tangled together that if—or when—this thing between you inevitably crashed and burned, the fallout was gonna be devastating. 

Which is why you couldn’t let it. 

“No offence to the overpriced champagne, that’s probably worth half our rent,” Dean muttered, nodding toward the bar, “but I need something stronger.”

“Agreed,” you and Charlie said in unison.

You couldn’t help but let your eyes linger on Dean as he weaved his way through the crowd. He looked Goddamn edible. But the sensation of being watched made you shift uncomfortably. Turning back, you found Charlie’s sharp gaze locked onto you, her lips curling with curiosity.

“What?” you asked warily with a nervous chuckle.

Her smirk deepened. “Something happening here?” She gestured between you and Dean with a flick of her finger.

Your stomach lurched, and your grip tightened around your champagne flute. “What? No.” You shook your head, too fast, too defensive.

Charlie’s expression screamed bullshit.

“You know I call it when I see it,” she sing-songed, arms crossing over her chest.

Your mouth felt dry, and the bubbles from the champagne burned a little more than they should as you took another sip. With a sigh, you lowered your voice.

“Just… don’t say anything,” you muttered, glancing back toward the bar, where Dean was now getting served.

Charlie’s brows shot up; interest piqued. “Oh, this is gonna be good.”

“We slept together,” you admitted quietly. “Multiple times, actually.”

Her jaw dropped. “For real?”

You nodded.

Her face lit up like you’d just handed her the best gossip of the year. “That’s amazing! It’s about damn time you two admitted—”

“We’re not together,” you cut in, before she could continue down that road, and her excitement dimmed, brows furrowing in confusion.

“We’re just… sleeping together,” you explained, trying to sound casual, as if your heart wasn’t in a vice just saying the words. “No strings, no expectations. We both agreed—”

Charlie scoffed. “You?” She pointed at you incredulously. “Miss ‘Hopeless Romantic’ agreed to a no-strings thing?”

You plastered on a smirk, covering the raw edges with bravado. “I’m the one who suggested it.”

Charlie didn’t look convinced. “You sure that’s what you want?” Her voice softened, her gaze knowing. You weren’t exactly the casual type. Sure, you’d dated, but it was never just for the sake of it. You always wanted something real.

But you just shrugged, still wearing that practiced smirk. “Dean’s not looking for a relationship, and neither am I right now. It works for us.”

Liar.

Charlie pressed her lips together, clearly holding back more opinions, but she let it drop. At least for now.

And when Dean returned, drinks in hand, she didn’t say a damn thing.

But the look she gave you said it all.

This was going to end in flames.

And tonight it was you being burned, because you were in hell.

After some casual conversation between the three of you, more drinks, and even a couple of twirls on the dance floor, you spent the latter half of the night watching the women from HR fawn over Dean like he was a prime cut of steak in a den of hungry wolves. And worst of all? He didn’t seem to mind.

In fact, he was currently leaning against the wall, deep in conversation with a woman you knew to be Carmen. She was nice enough—you’d exchanged a few polite greetings in the elevator—but that was about the extent of your interactions.

Your fingers tightened around your glass as you watched her laugh at something he said—too exaggerated, in your opinion. He wasn’t that funny. And then, as if things couldn’t get worse, her manicured hand squeezed his bicep. That was the last straw.

Charlie had abandoned you to use the restroom, leaving you with no distractions other than to sit and watch Dean practically fall in love with another woman right in front of you.

Okay, maybe you were being a bit dramatic. But he looked interested, and it made your stomach churn.

Deciding you’d tortured yourself enough, you pushed to your feet and manoeuvred through the crowd toward the bar. More alcohol seemed like the only logical solution.

Except, before you got there, you walked straight into someone solid.

“Oh—sorry,” you blurted, glancing up and took a pause when you were met with a pair of striking blue eyes.

“You’re alright.” His voice was smooth, paired with a friendly smile that only made him look more devastatingly handsome. He was about Dean’s height, maybe a little broader—the type of guy who looked like he worked out seven days a week. His sandy-blonde hair was short and styled, and his jawline was something out of a damn movie.

Hot damn.

“I, uh, don’t think I’ve seen you around before,” he mused, and you had to give your head a little shake to refocus.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you either.” You countered with a small smile. “Do you work for Roman?”

“I do—part of his security team.”

“Right.” You nodded. “Well, I’m about fifteen floors below where you’re probably stationed, so I guess it makes sense we haven’t crossed paths.” Roman enterprises was a fortress and you tended not to wonder often in fear of getting lost.

He chuckled in agreement. “I’m Steve, by the way.” He extended a hand, that easy-going smile still on his lips.

You slid your hand into his, warmth seeping into your fingers. His grip was firm but not overbearing.

“Y/N,” you introduced yourself.

Steve’s smile deepened, like your name was the best thing he’d heard all night. And despite yourself, you swooned a little.

"You know, I've realised I don't really know a whole lotta people here," He chuckled with, what appeared to be, a nervous hand rubbing at the back of his neck. "Can I get you a drink? Maybe make a new friend?" He smiled shyly, his demeanour too sweet to come off as anything other than genuine.

You hesitated, your mind caught in a battle with itself. Steve seemed nice enough, but despite the storm brewing inside you from watching Dean with someone else, the last thing you wanted was to drag someone else into your mess. But then again, who said it had to be anything more than two colleagues getting to know each other?

Before you could even make up your mind, a warm, familiar hand settled against your lower back—possessive, grounding.

“There you are.”

Dean’s voice was low, tight, and when you turned, his green eyes weren’t on you. They were locked on Steve, sizing him up with suspicion. A tense, unspoken shift settled over the conversation.

“And you are?” Dean asked. To an outsider, his question might’ve sounded like casual curiosity, but you felt the rigid press of his body against yours, saw the tight clench of his jaw.

“Steve,” the blonde replied, offering his hand once again.

Dean took it, shaking firmly, his brow arching slightly. “You serve?”

Steve looked mildly surprised at the question but answered without hesitation. “Two tours in Iraq.” His posture straightened.

“My dad was a Marine,” Dean explained, his voice more neutral now. “Got used to military handshakes.”

Steve nodded in understanding.

Dean, however, wasted no time getting to his real point. “You mind if I borrow her?”

The question was phrased politely, but there was nothing optional about it. You glanced up at Dean with a frown, but his eyes never left Steve.

To his credit, Steve backed off with a friendly nod, though you swore you saw a flicker of disappointment in those piercing blue eyes. “Of course. It was nice meeting you,” he said, sending a small parting smile your way before disappearing into the crowd.

The moment he was gone, irritation bubbled up inside you. “What? You get bored flirting with the desperate housewives of HR and remember I exist?” you snapped, folding your arms across your chest.

Dean blinked at your hostility and then frowned. “I wasn’t flirting.”

You levelled him with a look.

He sighed. “Okay, maybe a little, but it was all innocent, I swear" He added at your disbelieving look. "It's not my fault you ditched me to schmooze with your boss.” He gestured vaguely toward the other end of the room with a huff.

“This is a company Christmas party, Dean. Of course i wasn’t going to ignore my boss when he asked me a question.”

Dean looked genuinely baffled. “Yeah, well, I wasn’t exactly having a great time. Those women are nuts.”

You snorted. “Didn’t look like you were having a bad time with Carmen.”

Dean frowned, as if trying to remember who that was. Then, realisation dawned. “Oh—her? Only because she seemed the most normal out of the bunch. Until she asked if I wanted to take her into the coat closet so she could ‘suck me off.’” He quoted with wide eyes.

You squeezed your eyes shut and shook your head.

Fucking HR.

Dean let out a dry chuckle. “Look, I can be an ass, but I’m not a dick.” His voice softened slightly as he leaned down, waiting until your eyes met his. “I came here with you, and I intend to leave here with you.”

The warmth in his words settled deep in your chest, more powerful than you wanted to admit.

You were starting to sound like a broken record, but you’d never battled with your feelings this hard in your entire life. You felt like you were all over the place, an unsettling reminder of just how dangerous this thing with Dean was. But you were an idiot—hooked, unable to break free from the line he’d cast around your heart.

After a beat, Dean stepped closer, his presence calming the storm inside you, even if just for a moment.

“What do you say we get out of here?” he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. His hand slid around your waist, his warm palm flattening against the small of your back as his other hand trailed slowly down your arm. “You’ve been driving me crazy in this dress all night.” His voice was husky, rough, his breath hot against your skin.

Your breath hitched when his teeth grazed your ear.

“What about Charlie?” you asked weakly.

“What about her?”

You both jumped apart to find Charlie standing there, arms crossed, an infuriating smirk on her lips.

Dean cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. “We were, uh, just thinking of calling it a night.”

“Dean’s been traumatised by the HR department,” you added with a snicker.

Charlie’s smirk widened. “Ohhh, so you’re the ‘green-eyed hottie’ Janet was talking about in the restroom.” She tilted her head, as if piecing things together.

It was almost comical the way Dean’s eyes widened in fear.

Ignoring his discomfort, Charlie waggled her eyebrows. “Man, she wants to do some naughty things to you.”

Dean visibly shivered. Janet was thrice his age, twice divorced, and way too handsy for his liking.

You chuckled and patted his back in mock sympathy. “Want to grab a cab with us?” You directed at Charlie.

“Nah, you kids go on ahead. I’ve got myself a ride home.” Charlie smirked, glancing over your shoulder.

You followed her gaze and spotted Dorothy from marketing, who was smiling back at her.

Turning back to her with a knowing grin, you nudged Charlie playfully. “Look at you, player.”

She swatted your hand away with a laugh, and then you pulled her in for a quick hug. “I’ll see you after the holidays.”

Charlie squeezed you back before turning to Dean. “Of course. See you later, bitches.” She flashed Spock’s signature salute before disappearing back into the crowd.

By the time you returned home, you were beat. Socialising in large groups wasn’t your forte and the night had been a roller coaster of emotions from start to finish.

Dean followed you inside, the silence from the cab ride stretching between you. But beneath it, a flicker of heat still simmered, unspoken yet undeniable. The weight of his gaze burned against your skin, heated and roaming, darkened with something primal.

You barely had time to breathe before he stepped into your space, backing you up until your shoulders met the wall in the foyer. Your pulse stuttered, shallow breaths mingling in the charged air between you as he braced a hand beside your head, leaning in close—so close his breath ghosted over your lips, warm and teasing.

“You have any idea what you do to me?” His voice was rough, hushed, wrecked. His eyes locked onto yours, intense and devouring, before they flickered down to your parted lips.

The heat between you coiled tighter.

“Thinkin’ I’d rather fuck someone else,” he rasped, his mouth brushing against your jaw, then lower, his breath fanning over the sensitive skin of your throat, “when you’re right here, lookin’ like this.”

Your body arched instinctively as his lips found the rapid pulse at your neck, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss that sent a shiver through you. His hands found your waist, fingertips pressing in just enough to ground you, to claim.

The scent of you filled his senses, sweet and intoxicating, and for a moment, he just breathed you in, savouring every second, every sharp inhale, every tremble.

“Dean.” Your voice was a whisper, wrecked and needy, and that was all it took.

A growl rumbled low in his throat as his hands slid up, cupping your face as his lips crashed into yours—hungry, desperate.

Your hands fisted the lapels of his suit jacket, simultaneously pulling him closer and using him as something to keep you upright. He groaned into your mouth, deep and raw, before shrugging out of it. The soft fabric pooled onto the floor as his fingers worked at his tie. His gaze never left yours as he slipped it free, the silk sliding through his fingers with an easy grace.

Then, with a smirk laced with something deeper—reverence, need—he reached for your wrists, lifting them above your head. You gasped, breath hitching as he looped the tie around them, binding them together with a care that sent a shiver down your spine.

“Trust me?” he murmured, voice rough yet achingly soft.

You swallowed hard, nodding, and he rewarded you with a slow, lingering kiss. Then, shifting your arms around his neck, he lifted you, strong hands supporting you as if you weighed nothing. Your heart pounded against your ribs as he carried you to your room, bridal-style, his gaze hooded as he laid you down onto the bed.

Dean hovered over you for a moment, drinking you in, his expression softer now, full of something raw and unspoken. His fingers traced down your arms after lifting them above your head, and then over your ribs, as if memorising every inch of you.

“You are…” he shook his head, almost in disbelief. “God, you’re beautiful.”

He knelt at the edge of the bed, his hands finding your ankles, lifting one delicate foot. With careful precision, he slipped off your heel, pressing a warm kiss to the inside of your ankle before trailing slow, open-mouthed kisses up the curve of your calf. He took his time, savouring, breathing you in before repeating the same attentive worship on the other leg, drawing soft sighs from you with every touch.

By the time his lips reached your knee, your thighs trembled, anticipation coiling thick in the air. His hands slid up, skimming over the fabric of your dress before gently pushing it higher. His breath stuttered when he caught sight of the red lace hugging your hips, his fingers tracing along the delicate fabric with raw hunger.

A deep groan rumbled in his chest as he lowered his head, brushing his lips over you through the lace. The heat of his breath sent a shudder through your body, and when he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the dampening fabric, a gasp escaped your lips.

“Oh, fuck.” You panted.

Your hips lifted instinctively, searching for more, but he took his time, savouring the way you writhed beneath him. His fingers then hooked into the waistband, peeling the lace down your thighs with aching slowness. He kissed each inch of newly bared skin, pressing his lips to your hip, your inner thigh, before finally settling between your legs.

His eyes flicked up to meet yours, something dark and wicked flickering in their depths. “Keep ’em there, baby,” he murmured, nodding toward your bound hands still obediently resting above you. You nodded, biting your lip, your cheeks flushed, breath coming in heavy with anticipation.

And only then, with the lightest brush of his tongue, did he taste you—his eyes fluttering shut like he was savoring the most decadent thing he’d ever had.

Your fingers curled into fists, silk tightening around your wrists as your back arched off the bed. His mouth moved slowly at first, deliberate, savoring every sound you made like a man starved. He groaned against you, the deep, satisfied rumble vibrating through your core, as if he could do this forever.

And then, suddenly, he pulled away. You whined at the loss, but Dean’s gaze was alight with something new—a desire, a thought, a wicked idea that was his alone in that moment. He kneeled beside you, rolling up his sleeve with slow precision before running his warm, calloused palm up your inner thigh. Higher and higher, until his fingers traced along the seam of your soaked pussy.

You moaned, hips shifting instinctively toward his touch, desperate for more. But then he stilled. His thumb lazily stroked your skin as his gaze found yours, dark and unreadable. “I wanna try something,” he husked, voice thick, rough like gravel. His eyes burned into you. “You trust me, sweetheart?”

It was the second time that night he’d asked, and once again, your breathless “yes” came without hesitation—because you did. More than anything.

His pupils dilated, his Adam’s apple bobbed with a slow, deliberate swallow, and then—finally—he eased a finger inside you, achingly slow, curling it just right. Your breath hitched, thoughts dissolving into pure sensation. And when he pressed another in alongside it, stretching you, filling you, working a steady rhythm, your body clenched around him, lost in the intoxicating pleasure only he could give.

“So fucking tight. So wet,” he groaned, voice thick with lust, his darkened gaze locked on the way his fingers disappeared inside you.

His free hand slid up your stomach, palm pressing down just above your mound—grounding you, holding you in place as his movements grew relentless. The wet, obscene sounds of your arousal filled the room, each slick thrust of his fingers working you open, drawing you closer to something deeper, something more intense than before.

A new sensation coiled low in your belly—hot, insistent, unfamiliar. Your brows furrowed, uncertainty flickering through the haze of pleasure, yet your body chased it desperately, caught in the war between holding on and—

“Let go,” he murmured, his voice rough, but beneath the command, there was something else. Something deeper than lust. Devotion. “I’ve got you.”

A sharp cry ripped from your lips as his thumb found your clit, circling, teasing, pushing you past the edge. The pleasure built—stronger, overwhelming, impossible to fight. Your body tensed, the sensation cresting into something too big to contain, and then, with one final flick of his fingers—

You shattered.

A gasp tore from your throat as your release gushed from you, pleasure crashing through every nerve, leaving you trembling and wrecked beneath him. Dean groaned, a deep, guttural sound, his grip tightening as he worked you through it, his hand and arm drenched in your pleasure. He watched you fall apart like it was the most breathtaking thing he’d ever seen.

And when you finally slumped against the sheets, spent and shaking, he leaned down, brushing a kiss over your quivering stomach. His lips curled into a soft, satisfied smile as he made his way up your body, pressing slow, reverent kisses along your skin before claiming your lips in a deep, lingering kiss—one that felt like more than just pleasure. Like worship.

“Holy shit.” You gasped as you broke apart, chest heaving, body still trembling in the aftermath. “I’ve never done that before.” A breathless chuckle left your lips, but when your gaze flickered down to the large, dark wet spot on the sheets, embarrassment flared hot across your cheeks.

Dean groaned, low and appreciative, pressing a kiss to your jaw before nipping at your neck. “Hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” His voice was rough with awe, and before you could dwell on your shyness, he was coaxing that fire right back to life.

He settled over you, not even caring about the dampness soaking through his trousers as he rocked against you, grinding his hard length against your bare, oversensitive core. The rough fabric, straining against his arousal, created delicious friction that made you gasp, hips tilting instinctively to chase more.

“Dean, please,” you begged, arms looping around his neck, fingers tangling into his hair as his mouth sealed over one of your hardened nipples through your dress. The teasing drag of his teeth sent a shiver down your spine, but just as quickly as he started, he pulled away. His green eyes burned into yours as he ran his hands up the length of your arms, lifting them once again above your head.

You sighed in frustration—until his lips were on yours again, kissing you slow and deep, stealing the air from your lungs as he expertly undid the knot around your wrists. The moment you were free, your hands were on him—fisting his hair, deepening the kiss, tugging impatiently at his shirt. A silent plea.

He took the hint. Sitting back on his haunches, he made quick work of the buttons, slipping the fabric from his shoulders. You barely gave yourself a moment to admire the sight before you were sitting up, hands moving to his belt and zipper with urgency.

Dean stood from the bed, shoving his pants and boxers down in one swift motion. His cock sprang free, thick and aching, the tip glistening with precum.

Your mouth watered. A fresh wave of heat pooled between your thighs. Fuck.

Shuffling to your knees, you moved to the edge of the bed, hands trailing reverently down his stomach as you pressed your lips to his. One hand wrapped around his length, your grip firm but teasing as you pumped him slowly.

“Shit.” He exhaled sharply, head dropping to your shoulder as he let himself feel, his body shuddering beneath your touch.

His cock twitched in your grasp, his skin hot, his breath uneven as your strokes grew bolder. “Can I taste you?” you murmured against his skin, voice soft but dripping with want.

Dean shivered. Straightening, his hand cupped your jaw, thumb ghosting over your bottom lip before you parted your lips for him, sucking the digit into your mouth. You held his gaze as you swirled your tongue around the pad of his thumb, and his breath hitched, nostrils flaring as his cock throbbed in your grasp.

His voice was hoarse, full of raw hunger. “Fuck, yeah.”

A triumphant grin tugged at your lips as you began your descent, kissing down the column of his throat, over his chest, lingering at the hard ridges of his abdomen. His muscles tensed beneath your lips, twitching slightly as you traced the sharp definition with your tongue.

By the time you reached your destination, you were lying on your stomach, feet kicked up behind you in an almost innocent contrast to what you were about to do. Your hands glided over his length once more, appreciating the heat, the weight of him in your palms.

Dean groaned, his head tipping back, fingers flexing at his sides as if resisting the urge to touch you.

And then—without warning—you took him into your mouth.

“Jesus—fuck!” He choked on air, his hips jerking instinctively, his body betraying him as he twitched against your tongue. His muscles went rigid, thighs trembling as you guided him deeper into the wet heat of your mouth.

You hummed in satisfaction, sending vibrations down his length, and his hands finally found their way to your hair, tangling in the strands with a strangled moan.

Dean’s grip in your hair tightened, his breathing ragged, his control hanging by a thread. He groaned, head tilting back as he fought the overwhelming pleasure, but you didn’t let up. The slow drag of your lips, the way your tongue teased him—it was too much. His hips jerked instinctively, pushing deeper into your mouth, and a strangled moan ripped from his throat.

“Shit—wait, sweetheart—” His voice was rough, breaking apart with every shaky inhale. His hand trembled where it cradled your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek as if he wanted to savour the moment, but he was losing himself too fast. “Fuck, I need you to—”

His restraint snapped. In one fluid motion, he pulled you off him, his chest heaving from being so close to the brink and denying it.

You sat up, wiping the corner of your mouth with the back of your hand, satisfaction glinting in your eyes.

“That good, huh?” you teased, voice breathless, sultry.

Dean’s nostrils flared, his gaze dark and hungry, his jaw clenching—then suddenly, his mouth crashed against yours. The kiss was desperate, messy, his tongue claiming yours with the same hunger that had his hands roaming over your body.

His grip was everywhere—your waist, your breasts, your ass—before he spun you, pressing you back down onto your stomach.

Your cheek met the sheets, your body arching instinctively as his weight covered you. His chest was hot and solid against your back, his breath ragged at your ear as his hands smoothed down your sides—slow, deliberate, possessive.

“Fuck, baby…” He groaned, trailing his lips over your shoulder, his teeth scraping your skin before his palms slid over your hips, over your ass, spreading you open. He exhaled a harsh, shaky breath, his restraint hanging by a thread.

“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he rasped, as he ran the tip of his cock through your slick seam, teasing—just for a second—before he pressed forward, sinking inside in one long, devastating thrust.

Your mouth fell open on a sharp, breathless moan, your fingers clawing at the sheets as he filled you, stretching you perfectly.

“Oh—oh my God—Dean—”

A low, feral sound vibrated from his chest as he bottomed out, his body flush against yours, pressing you into the mattress.

And he didn’t hold back. 

He fucked you hard, the force of his thrusts driving you into the mattress, his hips slamming against yours, skin meeting skin in a sinful symphony.

“Jesus—” Dean groaned, his forehead pressing between your shoulder blades, his arms trembling as he caged you beneath him.

Your teeth sank into the fabric beneath you, muffling your cries as he pressed down, his weight anchoring you, moulding you into the mattress. The feeling of him inside you—deep, unrelenting—had your body trembling, pleasure coiling tight in your core.

His fingers sought yours, interlocking as he braced himself above you, his other hand gripping your hip, holding you close as if letting go wasn’t an option. The slick sound of skin against skin, the quiet whimpers, the desperate gasps—all of it built into something overwhelming, something unstoppable.

“Come on, baby,” he groaned, his lips ghosting over your ear, his hand sliding between your bodies, fingers finding your clit. “I can feel it—so close—come for me.”

The second his fingers swiped over you, pleasure slammed into you like a tidal wave, dragging you under. A sharp, broken cry tore from your lips, your body seizing, trembling, your walls pulsing tight around him as you shattered.

“Fuck—” Dean choked out, his rhythm faltering as you milked him, his grip on your hand tightening, his body trembling above you. With a ragged, shuddering groan, he buried himself deep, spilling inside you, his breath hot and uneven against your skin.

For a moment, neither of you moved—just tangled limbs, heavy breaths, and the aftershocks still rippling through you both. Dean pressed his forehead between your shoulder blades, placing lazy, open-mouthed kisses to your damp skin as he tried to catch his breath.

Eventually, you groaned at the weight pinning you down, and Dean carefully pulled out of you, rolling to your side, blowing out a breath. His racing heart was still on the come-down, his sweat-slick skin sticking to the sheets beneath him.

You felt weightless, like your limbs were made of jelly as you remained sprawled out on your stomach. Dean turned his head to you, an amused, proud smirk tugging at his lips.

“You good, sweetheart?” he hummed, then thwarted your butt cheek with a light smack, making you jump and gasp.

You lifted your head, sweeping your hair out of your face, looking thoroughly wrecked—hair messy, cheeks flushed, lips swollen and red, the smear of your lipstick only adding to the effect. It was a look he secretly stashed away as one of his favourites on you.

“I don’t think I can walk,” you huffed, a giggle escaping as you tried to move your legs. Dean watched your half-hearted attempt, barely lifting your foot an inch before snickering.

“Hey, it’s not funny,” you protested, swatting his chest. He flinched but didn’t stop laughing. “I can’t sleep in these sheets,” you grimaced, feeling the dampness beneath you.

“It’s fine, you can sleep in my bed.” He suggested casually. You paused. Sleeping together, as in actually sleeping, wasn’t part of the arrangement. It was too intimate. The first night you’d slept together didn’t count, you’d both passed out. 

However, this time you could chose, and your heart was screaming at you to say yes, which is why you knew you should say no. 

“I can hear you thinking." Dean hummed and looked at you with a knowing smile. “Look, considered it a small clause, sleeping together after sex is just part of the aftercare; in this case, paralysis.” Dean bit his lip to contain his laughter, but it was no use at the deadpan look you gave him. 

“You’re actually a loser, you know that?” you muttered, shaking your head. You attempted to rise again, but your lower half wasn’t cooperating, so you flopped back down, frustrated.

“C’mon,” he said, calming down a bit, “It’s just for tonight. Then tomorrow you can wash your sheets, and presto.”

Just because it made sense didn’t mean you had to like it.

“Okay, fine,” you relented, missing the wide grin spreading across his face as he sat up. He helped you roll over and then scooped you into his arms effortlessly, just like when he’d carried you in here earlier.

You tried not to look at him on the way to his room, tried not to notice how his body felt against yours. He settled you at the end of the bed and grabbed one of his shirts for you to wear. For once, you didn’t argue. The change in temperature between rooms was stark, instantly pebbling your skin.

Dean also slipped on a pair of sweats, and you had a feeling he picked the grey ones on purpose. He then went into the bathroom, coming back with a washcloth so you could clean yourself up a little. That you were grateful for. You then tossed it into his hamper and let him help you under the covers. 

“Thanks.” You muttered softly, and Dean smiled down at you before walking over to the other side and settling in himself. 

He kept his distance, something you were both grateful for, but also hated.

The space between you felt like a void, the warmth of his body just out of reach. It was ridiculous—you were just tangled up in the most intimate way possible, and now you were suddenly hyperaware of the gap between you.

Dean lay on his back, one arm tucked beneath his head, staring up at the ceiling. His breathing had evened out, but you knew he wasn’t asleep yet. You weren’t either. You were too busy thinking, overanalysing.

You turned your head slightly, stealing a glance at him. The dim light from the hallway cast soft shadows over his face, highlighting the curve of his jaw, the freckles on his nose. He looked—peaceful. More peaceful than you’d seen him in a long time.

Something tightened in your chest.

You sighed, rolling onto your side, trying to ignore the pull in your stomach, but Dean must have noticed because his head turned toward you, eyes lidded but alert.

“Can’t sleep?” His voice was raspy, deep from exhaustion.

You hesitated before answering. “No.”

Dean was quiet for a moment, then, without a word, he lifted his arm in silent invitation. You should’ve said no, should’ve turned over and forced yourself to sleep. But your body betrayed you, dragging yourself closer until you could rest your head against his shoulder, his warmth seeping into you instantly.

His arm curled around you naturally, fingers tracing absentminded circles against your arm. You could hear his heartbeat, slow and steady beneath your ear.

“This doesn’t mean anything,” you whispered, more for yourself than him.

Dean let out a small huff of laughter. “No. Of course not”

And when sleep finally came, it found you tangled up in him, your fingers resting over his heart, his arm holding you like he didn’t plan on letting go anytime soon.

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Dean sidled up next to you as you began resetting the table for the next game, leaning in close enough that you felt the heat of him at your back, the scent of his cologne—spicy, with deep, woody undertones—wrapping around you. “I didn’t take you for a dirty player, Singer,” he murmured, his voice a low rasp against your ear. A shiver ran down your spine, but you masked it with a smirk. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You kept your tone coy as you finished racking up the balls, then turned to squeeze past him, pressing your ass just a little more firmly against his front. The low sound he made—half a groan, half a curse—was deeply, deeply satisfying. You didn’t turn around as you sauntered off toward the bar, but you didn’t need to. You knew damn well he was watching, that he was still standing there, fists flexing at his sides, teeth clenched.

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wc;cw: 14.2k, ceosdaughter!ellie, tagger/artist!oc, ANGST!!, mentions of depression and suicidal ideation, illness, parental death & brief mentions of funerals, descriptions of foster care/homeless shelters and poverty, both oc n ellie have daddy issues, MOMMY ISSUES!!, brief mentions of drug addiction(coke), homophobia DURING PRIDE MONTH🤨🤨, internalized homophobia and misogyny, ellie is a horny touch starved loser n kinda stalkerish?, mentions of criminal injustice(police, prisons, etc.) i hate it here, rich ppl being demons, SMUT!!!!! MDNI!!!!, light descriptions of masturbation, potential dubcon!!, sexual tension😟, bratty subbottom!ellie, mean domtop!oc she carries her dick on her like a glock lol, slight fearplay, KNIFE PLAY/BLOOD, DIRTY TALK, finger and strap sucking, fingering, pussy eating, MOMMY KINK!!, nipple play, squirting <333 n creaming <333, riding, reverse cowgirl, slapping(FACE!!! ass titties), hitting it from the bbbbback, loss of virginity, masochism LOL, a lil ass play LOL, pretty taboo themes catch it

“She’s… I genuinely believe she’s deranged, your honor! She’s… uncontrollable! Look at what she’s done to our city! Civilians can see her tracks everywhere they go, and it’s disgusting! Not to mention she’s a pervert!” 

You rolled your eyes as you listened to the high-pitched, ongoing shrieks of one of the wealthiest women in the state as she spat belittlements of you to the judge. 

You were… fucked. 

You adjusted in your uncomfortable chair, leaning back and crossing your arms over your chest, turning your head to eye your lawyer, arching a brow at him as you waited for his defenses for you. He looked… scared shitless, to say the least. 

Yeah. You were definitely going to fucking jail. 

Were these pieces of shit really going to treat you like Satan himself for pulling a measly, little prank? Has April Fools truly lost all meaning?

A couple of days ago, on April 1st, you took it upon yourself to spray paint ♡GIRLDICK♡ across the largest building in the city, which just so happened to be owned by the Miller family, if anyone even bothered to call their cultist bond that. Their wealth swiftly accumulated when the now deceased founder of the organization, Joel Miller, discovered some new form of AI technology… or whatever the elders at the shelter told you. His death shook your city years ago; You weren’t sure why it was so moving for people, but R.I.P, you guess. 

You assumed they were just another group of elitist fuckers, but he must’ve been decent at the most; You still remember his memorial broadcasting on the small TV at the shelter as the other residents mourned in solace. 

Regardless, you hope all their institutions across the nation collapse one day, preferably with the rest of them inside. 

The broad in the black, silk suit kept pointing her finger at you, and it took everything in your spirit to not get up out of your seat and rip it clean off her hand and shove it down her throat. 

Not every tag you’ve done around the city has been rooted in “perversion”. There’s nothing perverse about… loving girldick. It’s a way of life!

Fuck security cameras. 

Unbeknownst to them, you’ve already been coined as a hidden talent in the city, at least according to some people you know at the shelter. You’re faceless in the eye of the public, but that separation doesn’t negate their appreciation for your artwork. You even went viral for the mural you painted of your father for his birthday two years ago, even though the fucker that posted it on Instagram hadn’t included your signature. You could bet millions of people have seen it by now, and you gained absolutely nothing from it. 

But, of course, your form of creative expression was being reduced to a jizzing penis. You've created countless mosaics around the city that represent the purest forms of love and sex, and now you are being blasted for being some sort of corrupt sicko. You only drew what came natural to you, and if people felt a way about it, they could choke on the fattest girldick known to humanity. You hate rich people.

Your father didn’t sacrifice everything he had to teach you the complexities of sketching for your name to be attached to outlines of dicks. You didn’t grow up watching your father skip meals so he could get you a new water paint set for your birthday every year for your art to be lawfully ridiculed. The only comfort this situation brought was that you knew he would’ve found the sloppily drawn cock hysterical. You still remember his laugh after all this time. 

You miss him dearly. You probably could’ve been just as rich, if not more, as the bitch at the other table if he was still here with you. He would’ve ensured you didn’t stray off into the life you live now. 

Being in foster care was the dissipation of your joy. You were considered a problem child very early on: fighting the caretakers when they tried to calm you, cursing at them, stealing, and nobody wanted to adopt you because of that, regardless of your talents. You were set up to fail too early, and you despised the world because of it. 

Your record was horrendous, and you were going to jail. You fucking hate rich people.

… Except the Miller's eldest daughter. She gets a pass. 

And she keeps staring at you. 

Every time you caught her sparkly eyes, she blushed and looked forward, her freckles surrounded by a deep red that rushed down her neck. She was dressed much less… sophisticated than her mother: her hair tied back in a low bun and littered with black bobby-pins, a dark-blue sweater, rings on her thumb, black pants, and clean Vanz. 

You knew a lesbian when you saw one. You could barely hide your knowing smirk. 

“My child doesn’t need to be exposed to such… nauseating ideologies! Think of the children of the city and what they’re forced to see because of vile people like that,” she pointed at you again. You were this fucking close to stabbing her with that pen in front of you. 

Your daughter’s gay, Mrs. Miller. 

“With all due respect, ma’am,” the judge started. What kind of backwards shit was this; Wasn’t she supposed to be respecting him? “It’s important that we stay on track. You’re specifically suing her for vandalism— “

“Ongoing, unchecked vandalism! This is not her first charge, your honor, it’s her seventh! She’s… she’s— “

You tried to tune her out, looking around the congested space of the courtroom, and you caught eyes—shiny, green eyes— on you. Again. 

She was fiddling with her hands in her lap, her teeth picking at the dry skin on her bottom lip. But she didn’t look away this time. You watched her eyes trail over your face, down to your jaw, your neck, your chest, only to come back up to your eyes. 

You did the same, taking in the dots on her soft cheeks, her eyes, her pretty nose, and mouth, looking her up and down, biting your lip, letting her know you were gauging her. She was cute, you had to admit. 

“—sentenced to three years in federal prison— “

You looked up in shock, feeling like your body had been dunked into a tub of ice water and left to die, instantly stiffening at the announcement of your sentence, the sound of the slamming gavel nearly putting you six feet under. 

You couldn’t do anything but stare at the judge in disbelief as he organized his papers emotionlessly, your lawyer putting his hand on your shoulder. You knocked it off and glared at him. You looked over to the table, the family already up and taking their leave, Mrs. Miller’s hand tightly enclosed around her daughter’s wrist as she dragged her out the wooden doors.

Two security guards were already walking towards you with cuffs, gripping your arms too roughly to pull you up out of your seat and latching the metal around your skin. You started to panic as they walked you towards another set of doors.

“Wait, wait, my backpack, I need my— “

“You aren’t allowed to have anything on you. Your property will be held by the court until further notice.” 

“But— “

“No buts, and don’t resist,” you felt the security grip your arm harder, and your anxiety peaked, your panting breaths hardly leaving your body.

You didn’t resist. You couldn’t. Your life was shattering around you in slow motion, loose shards slicing through you with intent to kill. 

You allowed the brawly men to drag you… anywhere. You didn’t care anymore; You were tired, and no longer had the urge to fight left in your heart. 

Ellie was brought up in isolation. 

Homeschooled, no friends, no purpose outside of being the vessel to represent her family name, creating the next line of heirs for her father’s company. 

The benefits of his successes had simply… appeared when she was fifteen. 

She remembered how he went from being present, gave her the utmost attention, played sports with her, taught her how to sing and self-defense with his past down switchblade, to not, completely cut off from society as he barricaded himself in his study and worked relentlessly on new forms of technology. Being an only child brought nothing but loneliness for her after a while. 

But then they were rich. They moved to an affluent neighborhood and into a two-story house in a matter of months, driving Porches and buying out stores. Wealth appeared, but the relationship with her family suffered because of it. 

Her father fell ill, and after a multitude of hospital visits, teary farewells, and a memorial, he was gone. Merely a memory that hardly seemed real. Her and her mother’s relationship became even more unsteady after his passing. 

Ellie’s mother swiftly took over the company in an almost authoritarian way. She interacted with society in a robotic, rehearsed manner. Mechanical, soulless, the only proof of her humanity exposing itself when she snorted white powder. 

Her mother had brought up the idea of marriage the second she turned eighteen, a year before her father’s passing, saying that there were multiple well-off men that were eager to be with her, willing to give her children. Multiple. 

Men…. children… having children with men. Money. The empire. Her mother.

It all made her nauseous. 

… But art didn’t. 

She’d always kept her journals secret. Left in a box on the highest shelf of her walk-in closet where the maids couldn’t find them.

She expressed everything that she couldn’t to her mother on paper. Her depression, her insomnia, her desire for death, her mourning, the need for sex with non-men, any form of physical connection, something—anything that made her feel human, normal.

She needed a fucking hug. A kiss. Sex. She wanted to fuck.

The first time she saw your artwork on an abandoned building as she chauffeured to the museum, she’d nearly fainted. 

It’d been two women on top of each other, the most intimate parts of their body covered with the other’s hands and skin. One had her head between the other’s legs atop blankets and flowers as the other… apparently in the middle of an orgasm. Her mother always made the point of sex sound so… stiff. Lifeless. Merely a factor of procreation.

But your art was so erotic. Sensual. So full of pleasure and softness and care. 

She’d almost jumped out of the car and onto oncoming traffic to get a closer look at every detail, but the car was too quick. She couldn’t even get a fucking picture. 

And she was soaking. How the fuck was she going to explore a museum when she was dripping like this?! 

You’d given her one of the strongest orgasms she’d ever had in her life when she returned home that day, and she didn’t even know who you were. She’d spent hours with her hand between her legs as she thought of your creation while her mother was out working, moaning and crying out as loud as she wanted, and she wasn’t even embarrassed. 

She would sneak out in the darkest clothes she had when her mother passed out on the couch, and just walk. Specifically in search for anything with your signature that she’d memorized like it was her own. She’d taken pictures of your content, memorized them, got off to the suggestive ones in secret, and appreciated your love and passion for your craft. 

She’d even started recreating her own depictions of eroticism. All with women. They never looked the same: different heights, all skin tones and body types, anything that she could think of, she drew it. She’d tried to envision what you looked like after only a few weeks, and she prayed her envisions were at least somewhat accurate. 

She never could draw self-portraits with precision, but she knew it was her. She was always in the middle of the raunchiness that she conjured up in her mind, being touched everywhere, tied up, beaten, completely ripped apart and forced to forget the suffocating world around her. Her reimagining's of herself would be drowned in pleasure, sometimes by you, by herself, by faceless strangers. Anything she wanted. 

When she saw you for the first time, she almost couldn’t control herself. 

She’d felt like a fucking creep as she ducked behind parked cars to watch you paint all over an abandoned freight train behind a trashed building. The streets had been silent as she watched you decorate the metal cart in floral interpretations of pussy, her heart in her throat. 

You looked gorgeous and focused and tired. So, so tired, only in sweats and a tank top with a hefty bag strapped to your back. She assumed you kept your art supplies in there.

Ellie couldn’t keep her eyes off you when she’d seen you during your court hearing. 

You were just as gorgeous as the first time she saw you, but, somehow, even more exhausted. Far away, not really present, but she couldn’t blame you. And she couldn’t stop staring, enthralled by you. Even in your grayest moments, you made her feel vibrant. And that brought her guilt.

But it also made her lustful. Hungry. 

And she couldn’t stop staring. 

When her mother dragged her out of the hearing, she was enraged, even more so when she degraded you on the way back to the car. 

You fucking stared at that whore the whole time!

Don’t ever, in your life, embarrass me again. 

I’ll throw you in the gutter with that rat if you ever disrespect me like you just did in there. Do you understand?

Ellie didn’t even know what she did to garner a response this aggressive, but she was used to it. And, for the first time in her life, she didn’t care. She didn’t give a fuck. 

At that moment, she knew what she had to do.

It was your fifth day in prison, and you felt nothing. 

You didn’t cry, you didn’t plead, you simply succumbed to your destiny in silence. Your father would be so disappointed if he were alive. 

I raised a fighter, so you fucking fight!

But you couldn’t. You were tired, and you wished you could stay asleep, never to wake up again.

You’ve been working like a dog since you got here, and you accepted it. This was your life, and you felt nothing. 

Until your cell unlocked. These fuckers were probably here to shit talk you again. 

They cuffed your wrists and led you somewhere. You didn’t care where, keeping your head down as they encased your arms in a calloused grasp. You hoped this location would be your last forever. 

They led you into an empty room and uncuffed you. You saw the old sweatsuit that you’d received from the shelter, and your heartbeat sped up. You looked at the security in confusion. What the fuck were they doing? What were they about to do?

You could barely hear what the officers were saying, jumbled words of bail bond and cash payments molding together and sounding like a foreign language to you. They undid your handcuffs and pointed towards the clothes, murmuring for you to change so they could transport you back to the courthouse to retrieve your belongings. 

What the fuck is going on?

When you returned to the shelter, you inspected your bag. After nearly scrubbing your skin off while showering. 

The contents were all in their original condition, each individual item wrapped in plastic with small notes attached to them. Except for your dick. You assumed the court had no comments. 

Your paint, your brushes, random hairpins, your notebooks. They were all there in their original condition. Thank god. 

What you didn’t expect to see was a new jacket, sweatsuit, and small note wrapped in the same plastic from inspection. 

You ripped the plastic open and retrieved the note, unfolding it and… confusion, arousal, and fear rushed through you, shocking your body as all your feelings shot down your spine. 

It was a sketch of… you. And a girl bent over with her hands bound behind her back as you fucked her. An… incredibly familiar looking girl. 

A freckled girl. A rosy-cheeked girl. The rosy-cheeked girl from a week ago with the psychotic, sadistic mother.

Her expression in the sketch was pure ecstasy. It looked like she was screaming, her cheeks shaded dark with water-paint and her hair a reddish-brown, thrown in all sorts of directions. Her eyes wild and erotic. Yearning. Teary. Her pleasure seemed dream-like.

And you looked just as gone. Head tossed back, sweaty with your dick shoved inside her pussy, your nails digging into the soft skin on her hips, small, but deep, bloody scratches following the painful glide of your fingertips that make the red blotches on her backside. There were small doodles of strap-ons and pussies smudged, erased, fixed to perfection that seemed almost manic. Obsessive. 

You looked at the bottom of the crumpled piece of paper, a small signature across the bottom of it. 

♡GIRLDICK♡

Come back home. Five days.

E.M.

… Come back home? You don’t have a fucking home. And who the fuck is E.M? Your heart was beating against your chest, climbing up your throat in an attempt to escape your body entirely. You couldn’t stop your eyes from flying across the sloppy penmanship. 

… ♡GIRLDICK♡

E.M.

M. 

♡GIRLDICK♡

M.

… Miller Enterprise. 

Miller. 

… Freckles. 

…. What in the fuck. 

It was almost dark, and you were shivering as the wind blew past you. 

It had been five days. 

You were eyeing the large building in front of you from across the street, a giant M slapped across the top of it, windows galore, hoodie on your head and trembling hands shoved in your pockets. 

You could see the last bit of employees trickling out of the building, clad in suits and tight pencil skirts, heavy briefcases and clicking heels. 

You could also see the fresh white and black paint covering where your spray-painted dick used to be, and it made you chuckle to yourself. You were almost tempted to recreate it with your new snagged bottle of acrylic. It supposedly glowed in the dark. 

But then you saw a dark shadow in the corner of your eye, hurriedly moving past the glass of the entrance. 

Your heart raced instantly at the thought of being discovered, and you followed the body's movement. You could see it was Ellie the closer she got to the glass, dressed in a black sweater and comfortable pants, and her same shoes from the court hearing. She looked antsy, a bit on edge, but curious. She was anticipating seeing you. 

You could see her messing with the keypad on the door, the loud sounds of locks clicking over the bustling streets. Flashes of red, swiftly replaced with flashes of green shined through the maxi-glass, and she looked around at all the doors. What was she checking for?

She seemed satisfied with her job, and she slid the entry door open, leaving it slightly ajar so she could slip something between it. 

She gave one last glance at the system before bolting back inside and down the lengthy hallway before all the hall lights shut off. 

Did she… did she just disable all the alarms for you? 

Now, you were the one anticipating meeting her. 

You ran across the street the second you got a chance, hurdling through traffic before running up onto the sidewalk and treading the stairs. 

You looked down and noticed two pens taped together, holding the door open. You picked them up and inspected them, a glossy, silver M near the gel tip. 

You stepped inside before anyone noticed, the door automatically shutting behind you before the same green lights came on, a robotic voice confirming that the doors were locked.

You were inside the Miller Enterprise, and you were terrified.

Ellie was so nervous. 

She’d been checking her Chanel watch all day, obsessively monitoring the windows to see if anyone that resembled your form had arrived, but she was disappointed every time she looked. No sign of you, yet.

The later it got, the more anxious she became. Did you see the note she left in your bag? Was it too forward? Did you think she was fucking crazy? Did you hate her for what her mother did? She prayed not. 

She was currently pacing around her mother’s—father’s—dark office, every step of her shoes echoing in the nearly empty room. She hasn’t been in here since she was seventeen, and it brought just as much anxiety as it did the first time. 

This will all be yours when I’m gone, don’t fucking ruin it. 

She hated everything about this space. Every aspect of her dad was completely gone. All his pictures, his vinyl, his pens and pencils, his nameplate. Everything. All of it, completely void of emotion. 

She hated it, she hated it. 

But then she heard a clang in the hallway, and her anxiety picked up even more before she could process it. 

She quickly made her way over to the exit, peeking her head through the doorframe and examining the hallway, searching for you. The noise had to be you! You really came! She could feel her nipples getting hard already.

But she saw no one. No one was in the dark hallway. 

… Fuck.

Why did she shut the system off? The lights wouldn’t come on!

Her hands instantly got clammy, her heart racing, and her knees shook. She hadn't felt like this since she was a kid, and she was horrified.

Someone’s here to hurt you, someone’s going to come in and hurt you!

You never leave doors unlocked! He always said to lock your doors, never, never, never—

She couldn’t stop the intrusive thoughts from taking over her entire body, reaching into her pocket and pulling out her father’s switchblade, pressing its latch down to expose the blade. She slammed the door shut and walked over to the large window and tried to steady her breathing. She looked out of the glass and inhaled harshly. 

Keep your grip tight when you strike! 

Calm down calm down calm down—

“Boo.” 

You saw Ellie jump with a hard gasp before spinning to face you, a fearful look on her face and her switchblade in hand, pointed edge towards you. 

You could see her chest rise up and down with every shaky breath she took, her body trembling and cheeks flushed. You felt like your body was going to burst into flames, but you hid it, grinning slyly at her as you stepped forward. 

Deep breath. 

“Hi, Ellie.”

Another step forward. She took two back, nearly pressed against the glass. 

“Y-You,” she stuttered as her eyes darted around nervously, and you could see her cheeks flushing in the darkness, “How’d you get in here?” 

“I think you know how.” 

You shrugged, the contents of your bag shuffling on your back. You pointed towards the large, stretched windows behind her that oversaw the entire city, the hustling streets and lights beaming into the dimly lit room from the last bits of sunset. 

“View’s incredible,” your mockery littered in sarcasm. Don’t let her know you’re scared. 

She took a bold step forward as her brows furrowed, anger twisting on her doll-like face. You took two, as well. You saw her eyes dart to your feet before meeting your gaze to hiss at you.

“There’re cameras on every floor of this fucking building! I press that button,” She darted her small knife towards the enclosed, red button on the side of the wall, a large print of EMERGENCIES ONLY directly above it. “And every cop in this city’ll show up and take your ass back to the fucking gutter where you’re supposed to be.” 

… How the fuck was she going to threaten you when she told you to come here?! What was she playing at?

She pointed her weapon back at you. You ignored your confusion and raised an impressed brow before walking forward without pause, pulling her mother’s chair out from under the desk, the wheels squeaking against the marbled tile. You saw the grip she had on her knife tighten. 

You smiled at her. “You’re pretty good with a knife, honey.” 

“Fuck you. Don’t fucking call me that.”

“I dunno,” you scoffed, twirling on your heels as you took in the luxurious space around you. “I can bet my bottom ass dollar that you like it.” 

Her glare hardened, and your smile brightened. You finally moved to sit in the chair, the plush leather molding against your body and stuffed backpack. You scooted back under the desk and rested your elbows on the hand-carved rosewood, completely calm. At least outwardly. Your insides were jittery from adrenaline. 

You quickly inspected the contents of the desk: her mother’s matching rosewood nameplate, some loose paperwork with large sums of money scattered on them, dark pens and markers, and a signed restraining order. With your name on it. 

You’re apparently not allowed a hundred feet within the perimeter of the building. 

… Funny. 

“Press it.” 

Her scowl hardened, “What?” 

You pointed a lax finger towards the button as you looked up from the document, “I said press it. You want me gone so bad, right?” 

She didn’t reply, her fingers fidgeting around the knife as she adjusted her grip. Her eyes nervously flitted across the room, all over the white floors, back on you. 

“You’re not gonna press the fucking button.” You spat with a devilish smile. “And I know why.” 

“Fuck you, you don’t know sh— “

“You paid my bail.” 

You heard her release a shaky exhale when you sliced through her words, her eyes widening in shock like she saw through you, and you knew you had her. Your smile widened as your nails pattered where you tapped on the desk. 

“Uh huh. Why’d you do it?” 

Her throat moved as she swallowed, and you almost laughed. 

You reached into your jacket pocket and pulled out the piece of paper that kept you company in your small cot during your restless nights, unfolding it and holding up the explicit depiction that she left in your bag days ago. You pressed her as you swung the chair with your foot, “Think somebody’s got a little crush. Mommy’s gonna be so upset with you.” 

“FUCK YOU!” She marched towards you until she was in front of the desk, her scent enclosing around you before you felt the incredibly sharp blade against the side of your neck, and you stiffened in terror. You looked at her in shock, studying her expression. She looked pissed, but you saw… something in her eyes that made your core squeeze tight. 

It was vulgar, needy, and you hoped she missed your body’s excited shudder at her crude rage. 

She didn’t. Curiosity shone behind her lust and fiery, her enraged shrieks shook your eardrums. 

“You’re fucking worthless! You really think anyone’s gonna care about you rotting in a fucking cell?! You’re… you’re nothing! You’re a low life! You’re… you’re! —“

You deadened your own eyes as you slowly moved to stand, but she pressed the knife deeper into your skin as she leaned over the desk, your faces closer together. You stiffened and felt a sting on your skin, and a drop of wetness. Your pussy squeezed, and you could feel sweat looking under your jacket. 

“Gonna kill me, Ellie?” You glared at her, your heart pounding with fear and exhilaration. 

Say you want me. Say it, sayitsayitsayit!

Her eyes were vengeful as she scanned your face, but you saw that glint grow behind the harsh overcast. Something you craved just as badly as she did. 

“Really want mommy to see her precious girl killing somebody on camera? Hm?” 

“She,” her breath shuddered. “wouldn’t give a fuck if it were you, I promise.” 

You barely whispered your reply as you leaned even closer, your nipples hardening under your sports bra and your underwear clinging to your wetness. 

“Then do it.”

The heavy breaths she released hit your face in a burning wind, and your core tightened once more. You could see the aggression on her face slowly dissipate, that giddy sparkle in her eye overtaking her pupils as they darkened. 

You felt the cold steel pull away from you slowly, her hand coming down on the desk, — unfortunate— and it threw you into action.

Your hand flew up to her throat and squeezed the sides, and you heard the clatter of the object as it hit the wood. You heard her suck in a choked breath as her eyes glossed over, suddenly desperate and wanton and scared like you’d been seconds before. She looked like a neglected kitten, and it made you hold her neck in tighter constriction. 

She whimpered aloud as she attempted to gasp, her hand coming up to grab your wrist, but you snatched it away with your free hand, and it limply dropped to the desk, her body submitting. 

You leaned in closer to her, and her eyes squeezed shut, lips puckered, silently begging for you to kiss her. You snickered. 

You let her neck go and slammed your palm across her blushing cheek, a loud crack! filling the room. 

She cried aloud, looking like she was about to burst into tears as she jumped off the desk and backed away from you, her hand pressed against her searing cheek. You rose to your feet and circled around the desk, rushing towards her until she was pressed up against the window. Tears were running down her face. You shoved her closer against the glass, grabbing her cheeks to force her to look at you. 

“You’ve been watching me, haven’t you? I got a little fan, is that it?” 

“N-No— “

“Yeah, I do. Fuckin’ stalker. Probably gotta whole shrine t’me in your fucking room. Does mommy know that you worship me? The lowlife who fucked up her building?” You snapped at her.

She flinched at your tone before she choked out a gasped sob, “I j-just liked what you m-made.”

“Stop crying, Ellie.”

She nodded as she sniffled, wiping the tears off her cheeks. You grasp loosened on her cheeks as you cupped her face, your thumb brushing away the wetness on her already bruising skin. You noticed how she leaned into your caress. It made your heart jolt.

“Look at me,” you whispered. 

She hesitantly met your eyes. 

“You wanna kiss me?”

She looked down at her shuffling feet, and you saw her fist clench. 

“Answer me.” 

“Y-Yes, wanna kiss. Just… just one?”

You hummed in satisfaction, inching closer towards her like you did previously. She stiffened but shut her eyes tightly, her plush lips poking out in a pucker once more as your noses touched. You chuckled and whispered, your lips brushing against hers as you spoke. 

“You ever kissed anyone, baby?”

She sighed out an uneven nuh uh, her mouth chasing yours. You grinned wider.

“Oh? M’gonna be your first kiss?” 

She whined out a needy uh huuuh! 

You stuck your tongue out, slowly running the wet muscle over her lower lip, and you felt her whole body tremble against yours. She brainlessly stuck her tongue out to lick yours, but you pulled back. She tried to follow you, but you yanked her head back by the small bun at the back of her head, the soft strands curling around your fist. 

She let out a moan, and your tongue licked up her exposed throat, leaving a trail of spit up her chin, all the way to her mouth. 

You relented and connected your mouths, and she let out a shocked noise into your mouth. You slipped your tongue in her gaping mouth, wet, smacking noises filling the room as you kissed her hotly. She couldn’t keep up with your quick movements, her lips and tongue moving sloppily against yours. Her spit was all over the outside of your mouth. 

You felt her hands come up to your hips to grip your jacket in a tight fist as she moaned into your mouth. 

The noises she let out were so sweet: little, excited gasps and whiny keens as she tried to pull you closer. 

You released her hair and grabbed her chin to move her head to the side. You kissed down her neck, and she jerked against you. Her breaths increased in pace as you pecked her sweaty skin, lapping your tongue all over the side.

You sucked into the skin under her ear, right under her jaw, pulling her sweater down to mark her collarbone. 

“Pleeease, pleaseplease, ah— “

You mumbled in between gentle sucks, “What, Ellie? Talk.” 

You felt her hands grab your hips tighter, but she said nothing. You pushed her hands off you roughly and looked at her with piercing eyes. She shrunk into herself when she met them. 

“When I tell you to do something, you do it. You understand?” 

She nodded quickly. 

“So fucking talk,” you gritted out. 

“Want,” she whispered with a sharp gasp. “Want you.” 

You smirked, “You want me?”

“Mmhm!”

You shoved your backpack off your shoulders, the thud echoing when it hit the floor. 

“Want me to do what?”

She paused before looking down at her feet again, twiddling and picking at her fingers as her face burned red. 

“Um…” 

You rolled your eyes and turned away from her, but you felt her hand grab your wrist and you stopped. You looked at her in annoyance. 

She looked at you tentatively, her breathing shaky. 

But then she slowly brought your hand in between her legs. 

She shivered as she placed her hand on top of yours, making you rub her cunt back and forth. She released pleased sighs as her lashes fluttered, her head falling back against the window as she looked at you up and down. 

“P-Please?” She licked her lips. “Wan’you here.”

You scoffed in shock, and her thighs squeezed down on both your hands. You pressed your palm closer against her, and her hips bucked into you. 

You moved closer to her, your clothed chests pressed together. 

“Move your hand,” you spoke quietly, just for her to hear even though you were alone.

She dropped it limply. You pressed your palm into her covered clit, and she moaned. 

You leaned in, your lips brushing her cheek as you spoke.

“Baby just wanted her pussy touched? That’s why you acted out earlier?”

She didn’t speak as she panted heavily. You brought your hand up to slap her cheek again, and she released a pained cry as her hips twitched. 

“Talk!”

“Yes! Needa… need t’be touched!”

“Tell me where.” You brought your hand back down to her pussy as fresh tears slid down her cheeks. 

She sobbed. “A-Anywhere!”

You leered at her soft face. “Yeah? I get t’choose?” 

She nodded quickly, her eyes screaming touch me, please! Make me cum!

“Open your mouth, honey. Stick your tongue out.”

She mewled softly, but did what you asked, her shiny, pink muscle glistening under the beaming city lights. 

You brought your hand up, rubbing your index and middle finger on her soft tongue. 

“Get ‘em wet.”

She hummed as she sucked them into her mouth with no hesitation. You felt her tongue messily swirl around your digits as she sighed contently, and you pressed an encouraging peck on her cheek. 

You slowly fucked your fingers in, pulling them out, only to push them back in again. You almost awwed aloud when she chased your digits every time you pulled out. She was already drooling for them. 

You pressed her tongue down as you fucked in, and she gagged on them. Her eyes shot open and they instantly watered, her throat tightening around you. 

“Bet you suck a mean dick,” you muttered before you could stop yourself. 

She moaned loudly as you fucked deeper into her mouth, pressing down on the back of her tongue. 

“Oh, yeah? Want mine down that pretty throat?”

She garbled and nodded as much as she could with your fast thrusts in her mouth. You couldn’t wait to fuck it open. 

“Snooped through my shit, didn’t you? Saw my fucking cock and creamed yourself? That’s why you bought me new shit?”

You saw her bring a hand down to touch her pussy, her hips bucking into her own hand, chasing any stimulation. You grabbed her wrist and pulled it away from her. 

You finally eased up on her throat and pulled out completely, lines of slobber connecting your fingers and her mouth together. You cut them with your own tongue, her spit clinging to the edges of your mouth. 

You planted a smacking kiss on her lips before you shoved your hand down her dark, flared pants and into her boxers. 

She squealed when you immediately found her clit with your spit covered fingers, the slippery bud sliding between your already drippy fingers. You watched her hand fly to the white windowsill for balance as your hand went wild on her cunt. 

“Such a wet fucking pussy. Feels good, baby?”

Her brows creased as she nodded, her body rocking with your movements. “A-Ah! —“ 

“Uh huh. You touch yourself like this when mommy’s at work? Hm?”

Her head shamefully jerked in confirmation. You could see her now: her pretty legs spread on her plush bed, her sopping pussy squeezing at the thought of you fucking her just how she needed. She’d be grabbing at her tits as she flicked her clit, desperate to cum all over her blankets for you. Your pussy was so wet. 

“You think about me when you do it?” You knew the answer, but you needed her to say it. Confirm that she thought about you just as much as you thought about her. 

“Yes! Yes, yes!”

“Fucking whore, no wonder she hates your guts.”

She moaned louder at your degradation. “S’c—coming! “

Your fingers were practically vibrating on her cunt, her clit thumping as her orgasm built. “Get my fingers nice’n sloppy, angel, c’mon— “

She reached down to grab your wrist as she jumped on your fingers, but before you could slap her, her body tensed, and her eyes rolled into her skull. You felt her clit pulsate under your touch, and you knew she was cumming.

“Fuckmemommy!”

You couldn’t stop the shock that appeared on your face as you watched her thrash on your hand, gasping out, asking you to please fuck me, mommy! Need you to fuck me!

You just massaged her through it, pressing your hips up against hers so she couldn’t run from your touch. 

“Wan’mommy to fuck you, angel?” you mumbled in your daze as your pussy dripped, your brain barely registering what you just said.

“Yespleasepleaseplease, gimme— “

“Fuck, baby, need mommy inside you?” Your heart was pounding in your ears. 

“M-Mhhm!—“

“Gimme your leg,” You lifted it up with your free hand, bringing it up so it came around your waist.

You slid your fingers down to her twitchy entrance and slipped the tip of your pointer finger inside. You almost moaned at how her walls clung to you, sucking you in deeper, milking you.

“Tightest fuckin’ pussy,” you mumbled to her, and she whimpered when your finger arched inside her. You prodded around until she slumped against you, pushing her hips down on your finger. You leaned in, your lips brushing her ear as you cooed right there? yeah? feels fuckin’ good?

She couldn’t even speak. She just plopped her head onto your shoulder and sloppily kissed your neck. Your cunt clenched and you flinched when her soft tongue licked into the small slit she made earlier. You heard her hum as her tongue swiped a line from your collarbone to your cut; She was licking your blood up like a fucking dog!

It made you punch that spot in her harder, and she cried out against your skin, her nails digging into your forearm. 

You slowly pushed your middle finger in, and she sobbed as she stretched around you. You arched your thumb out to rub her clit as you poked that spongy spot in her pussy; She was so loud for you. 

“Like when I touch you there?” 

“I like it, like it s’much!” You felt her nodding mindlessly against you.

“Gonna cum on me again?” you spat at her. 

“Fuck yes!” 

“Know you’re gonna cum hard, can’t even fuck you like I wanna, squeezing me so tight.”

You dug your fingers as deep and fast into her as her cunt would allow. Her walls were choking the fuck out of you, practically screaming for them to stay where you were pressed inside her. How the fuck was she going to take you fully?!

The thought of breaking her open made you shake, “Gonna make this pussy take me. Can’t wait t’give you this fucking dick.”

Then she started screaming out for you, trying to get you closer, wrapping her arms around you, her leg dropping onto the floor. “Ohgodohgodohgod, m’cumming, mommy, I’mcu—AH!”

You almost fell back when she went limp on you, her knees buckling as her slick coated your fingers, your palm, her panties. You used your weight to push her back against the window, her head thudding against the glass like before, but she seemed too engulfed in her desire to care. You almost brought your hand up to comfort her sore spot, anyway, but you stopped yourself. 

You took her in: practically dangling off you as she wailed from orgasm, her face beat red, the bun at the back of her head almost loose, her eyelids fluttering. You sneered at her, a nasty grin on your face. 

“Atta girl, so excited for cock, ain’t she?”

She could only grind out yesyesyes between her teeth, her fingers still squeezing down on you as you rubbed her clit, her orgasm slowing down. 

“You gotta make me cum first, m’kay?” 

“W’na make… mommy cum!” she nodded like a bobblehead as she slurred. 

“Yeah? Want mommy’s cum in your mouth?”

She wept desperately, “Yes, please, need it!”

You grinned, catching a glimpse of your desperate reflection in the mirror. You’re so glad she was too fucked out to notice.

“C’mon, honey.” 

Ellie stood in front of you as you sat in her mother’s chair, her shoes kicked off. 

Your bag was tossed next to you as you stared at her, noting her fidgeting stance. She wasn’t looking at you, at all. She was looking down, specifically at your occupied hands. 

You’d picked up her discarded knife from the table, inspecting its rusty, scratched design, slightly bloody blade, retraction. You couldn’t stop fiddling with it. 

“W-What’re gonna do with that?” You heard her ask. 

You ignored it. “Where’d you get it?”

“It was my dad’s.” Her voice went sharp. 

“What kinda father lets his baby play with such sharp objects?” You said in between sarcastic snickers. 

“He’s fucking dead, who cares.” 

You finally looked up at her sharp tone, examining her tense face, and your playful smile slowly dropped. She tried to appear as if mentioning it didn’t bother her, but you recognized that look in her eye from anywhere. Grief fucking sucks, no matter how much time passed.

“… Hm.” 

You looked down at the blade again, then back up at her, “He taught you how to… handle it?” 

She shrugged, her brows raising as her arms crossed over her chest. You nodded. 

Your arm was suddenly incredibly itchy. “Mine taught me how to… draw n’stuff.” 

You looked off to the side awkwardly as you reminisced on the first pack of colored pencils he’d bought you. You remembered how particular he was about the art utensils and their conditions. You didn’t realize that he was trying to ensure their quality because he couldn’t afford another pack until you got older.

Always make sure these bastards are sharpened! That’s true precision!

“… Cool,” you heard her say, and you looked at her, “Were you guys, uh, close?” 

“Mhm,” You nodded stiffly, and silence surrounded the two of you. Ellie awkwardly nodded as she stared at the floor, and your lips twitched before you turned to stare out the window.

Some time passed in pure silence before you heard her speak. 

“… Still wanna, uh… D’you still wanna fuck?” 

You looked at her as she fumblingly scratched the back of her head. Her eyes met yours as her ears burned. You grinned as your shoulders rose.

“Up to you.” 

“Like… I still wanna if you do,” She nibbled on her bottom lip. 

You leaned back in her mom’s seat. 

“Ellie.” 

The deep tone of your voice made her look up, her eyes shining like crystals as her arms dropped to her sides. 

“Yes?” 

“… C’mere.” 

She moved, her sock-covered feet padding on the floor until she was in front of you. 

You looked up at her, your hand coming up to play with the hem of her sweater. 

You spoke softly, “Off. C’mon.” 

She grabbed the back of her top and lifted it over her head, her bare chest jiggling with her movements. She tossed the fabric to the floor. 

You eyed her chest like you were going to swallow her whole, her perky nipples urging you to reach out and pull on them. Her pussy is so fucking sensitive; Were her nipples just as bad? Worse? Could she cum just from you touching them? Fuck, she probably could—

“Are they… Do you like them?” 

Her soft whisper cut through your gawking. You met her eyes through your lashes as she squirmed in front of you. 

Your hands came up to grab her hips, massaging them gently. 

“Yeah, baby. They’re so pretty, fit you perfectly.” 

She sighed in content, “T-Thank you.” 

You planted a soft kiss to her tummy as you looked at your thumb around the elastic of her pants to pull them down. 

Her stomach jerked with every sharp breath as your lips moved on her bare skin. You felt her hand come up to your shoulder to grasp it as she stepped out of her pants. 

Your hands traveled upward to grab both her tits in a rough squeeze. She wheezed and arched her back so you could get closer. You heard her murmur a quiet fuckme, and you looked up. She was watching your every move with wide, curious eyes. You held her gaze as you licked up her torso, and she whimpered. 

You brought your hands back down to grab the back of her thighs, moving her closer to your lap. She placed her hands on your shoulders as she climbed on top of you, and you sucked her nipple into your mouth. 

She grinded down onto you and moaned, and your eyes fluttered shut. Your tongue made circular movements on the pert bud, and you hummed at the taste of her soft skin. Her head fell forward as she gasped right in your ear, and it made you suck on her hard. 

Her hips were jerking on top of you, trying to fuck down onto your clothed thigh as her nails plunged into your back. 

“Feels so… mmh!”

You brought your hand back up to her other tit and played with her nipple with your fingers. 

And then you slapped it. Hard. 

She let out a sharp squeak and mindlessly bounced on top of your leg; You could feel a slight dampness building on your jeans, and you scoffed at her, sneering when you pulled away. You hit her other tit just as hard, your spit transferring onto your palm. 

“Ah! Fuckfuckfu— “

Smack!

“Yes!”

SMACK!

She squealed. “M’gonna cum!”

You reached up to slap her face before pulling her hair to the side with a tight fist. 

You quickly grabbed her switchblade off the desk and unlatched the blade, the sharp edge popping up. You instantly pressed it to her neck, and she choked on a ragged pant. 

The lust in her eyes was accompanied by fear, and you grinned. 

“Don’t get scared now. You were waving it around earlier. So ready to fight, huh?” 

She shuddered, rutting down on your leg again, and you pressed the sharp edge into her skin harder. Her eyes shut tight, and two fat tears fell down her cheeks. She nearly bounced on you. 

“I could fuck you up right here, you know that, right?” 

“Please, mommy, needa cu—!”

You moved the knife away and released her hair, slapping her in the face again. “Shut the fuck up, you nearly slit my fuckin’ throat and now you wanna fuck. I should leave right now, fucking brat.”

She sobbed, “Nonono, please don’t leave, mommy don’t go, m’sorryI’m— “

“Mommy, don’t go!” you mocked. “Get on your fuckin’ knees.” 

You kept the blade pressed against her jugular as she clumsily shuffled to the floor, her cries shaking her body. 

“You wanna apologize?” She nodded jerkily, minding the silver edge on her vein.

“Yeah? Wanna make mommy feel better?” You said with a mean pout. 

“Mhm!”

You sloppily kicked your boots off and shoved them under the desk. 

“Take m’pants off, baby. C’mon.”

She moved quickly, unbuttoning and tugging your jeans and underwear down your legs as she sniffled. She yanked them off with a hard tug, and her eagerness made you giggle as you lifted your hips. You unzipped your jacket and pulled it off your shoulders, tossing it to the floor, leaving you in your black tank top. You could’ve sworn you saw a glimpse of a grin on her face as she eyed your breasts before she dived towards your cunt. 

You shoved the knife closer against her, and you saw blood pool at the edge of the blade. She looked up at you with an anxious expression. 

“I didn’t say you could touch me. Ask nicely.” 

She looked confused as she mumbled brokenly, “Ask you what?”

Your brows furrowed at her, “My mistake. You probably never had to ask for shit in your life.” 

Her bruised cheeks glowed red as she looked down in embarrassment. 

You grinned slyly. “Say, mommy, may I eat your pussy, please?” 

Shock overtook her expression before she rolled her eyes at you and looked to the side.

“You’re fucking cra— “

You yanked her dark hair back and pointed the end of the blade against her bruised jaw. Her ragged breaths hit your face.

“Say it.” 

“Y-You're not gonna hurt me,” she stated unsteadily. 

“You don’t know shit about me, and even if I did hurt you, you’d want it. Admit it.” 

She avoided your gaze and her lips quivered. 

You continued. “You’d let me do anything I want because you’re disgusting. A filthy fucking slut with a silver spoon in her mouth.”

You huffed at her with a frown. “And you like girls. You’d be just as worthless as I am in her eyes if she found out.” 

You nodded over to her mother’s nameplate, and her eyes shut like she was a child getting scolded for stealing candy at the store. 

“I’m right, baby? You don’t want a husband? Don’t wanna get bred for the empire like she wants?”

She shamefully shook her head as tears fell down her face. You didn’t even know if she was in that circumstance or not, but by her reaction, it seemed to cut her deep. You ignored the searing pain in your chest.

“Mhm, so,” you turned her head so she could look at you, her red eyes burning through yours. “Something you wanna ask me?” 

Her mouth dropped open in submission.

“M-Mommy, may I… May I eat your pussy, please?” 

You smiled in satisfaction, placing a gentle kiss on her wet forehead. 

“Yes, baby, you may.” 

You pulled the knife away from her and set it on the desk, grabbing her chin to plant a kiss to her mouth. She whined happily into yours. 

You pulled back and adjusted your position, leaning back with your legs spread, the underside of your knees hooked into the armrests of the seat, your cunt on full display for her. Your sopping pussy was right next to her face, and you saw her eyes flutter in delight. 

“Want me t’show you how?” 

She nodded intensely. 

You brushed away the flyaway hairs on her forehead, your hand planted on the back of her head. 

“Spit on my clit, babe. Get it nice n’wet.” 

She released a glob of spit right onto your pulsing bud,

and you sighed as it dribbled down to your hole. You tilted her head back, remnants of slobber collecting on her chin. You gathered spit in your mouth and pulled her lower lip down, her mouth falling open. You spat onto her tongue, and she moaned, tilting her head down to spit it out all over your pussy. You bit your lip so hard; you almost drew blood.

You reached down and spread your lips, your throbbing clit poking through. You could see her trembling as she eyed you. 

“Wanna taste, Ellie?”

“Yeah, please, mommy,” she choked out. 

“Lick me, then, honey.” 

She wasted no time, the tip of her tongue circling around the nub instantly. Your mouth fell open at the sensation. The pink muscle was so soft, the licks slow and gentle, barely there. 

“Doing so good, baby, take your time,” you sighed out. 

She keened at your praise; her lashes flitted like butterfly wings in Spring as she rubbed your clit in deep licks. 

“Fuck, Ellie, s’so sensitive,” she whined against you, eyes begging for your approval as she watched your expression. You caressed her burning cheek with your pointer finger, and she licked deeper.

“Fuck, baby, that’s it, making me so happy,” her eyes rolled shut as she tongued you, sliding her tongue all over your pussy in slow strokes. 

You moaned out every time she came up to lap at your clit. You guided her head down to your hole, and her tongue slipped inside, slurping up all your slick. You were gasping her name out as her tongue wiggled inside you, swirling all over your walls. 

“Such a good girl, fuck, El!” you groaned out as wet sounds filled the room. “Wanna make mommy cum?”

She hummed excitedly and nodded, her tongue moving back up to massage your clit. You tightened her grip on her head, forcing it to move back and forth her hums shaking your clit. 

She moved her head faster against you when she sucked your clit into her mouth, and your head fell back against the chair as your eyes rolled back. Your thighs were shaking, toes curled as you squealed out encouragement. You needed to cum, she was going to make you cum!

“Get me there, pretty, m’— gonna make me fuckin’ cum— “

“Wan’mommy’s cum, please?” she sloppily murmured against you. 

“Gonna get it, baby, m’right there! —“

She was fully moaning all over your clit, “Gonna fuck you so good, angel, fuck yes!”

You peeled your eyes open and looked back down at her when she released your clit to moan aloud. Her drool and your pussy juice were all over her pink lips as she sighed and whimpered in pleasure. You couldn’t see what she was doing, but her forearm was moving frantically as quiet shhlcks filled the room. 

“Ellie.”

“Mommym’gonnacum— “

“I swear to g— “

“S’so wet, oh god, please!” 

SMACK!

Her head flew onto your thigh at your hard slap to her face, and she screamed out as her body tensed up. You watched her with a scowl as she squealed out m’cummimgsohardmommy against your skin, a puddle of drool forming on your skin. 

You yanked her hand out of her boxers, and she whined in protest as her orgasmed died, her hips bucking back into the air. You stood up, pulling her up by her waist and bending her over the desk, holding her down by her neck. 

“Stop fucking with me, Ellie.” You pulled her boxers down under her ass, taking in the sight of her still pulsating cunt and her twitchy ass. 

She spat at you over her shoulder, “Or wha— “

SMACK!

She groaned out in pain against the wood when your hand connected with her asscheek in a fiery slap, your hand burning. 

“Motherfuc— “

SMACK! 

You hit her and hit her. And hit her again. And again. Until she was jerking away from you, her hips bucking against the desk and your handprints covering her ass in a cherry-red tint. 

You don’t even remember how many times you slapped her, but she was sobbing out apologies against the desk, asking for your forgiveness over her tears.

“You done fucking around?” Your hand felt like it was in flames when you dropped it on the desk.

“Yesyes, mommy, I won’t—sob— won’t fuck up again!” 

“I was actually gonna eat your pussy out,” you scoffed out nastily, and she only cried harder at the insinuation that you weren’t anymore. “You don’t want that, you don’t want me fucking nice.” 

You pulled away and walked towards your discarded

bag on the floor, digging through it and pulling your dick out, stepping into and adjusting the straps as you watched her bruised ass jiggle with each wail. 

Your dick stood up as you walked back over to her. You gave her one last hard slap on her marked ass and pulled her up by her arm, shoving her onto her knees in front of you so she was trapped between you and the desk. 

You could see her wiping away tears, but you grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up at you. 

“You want dick so bad? Get it wet so I can fuck you.” 

Shock appeared on her face.

“Y-You’re gonna fuck me with that?” You watched her inspect the size of you. The length, the girth, all the ridges. Her breathing got heavier the longer she stared.

“Now you’re fucking scared, really, Ellie?”

“I’m not sca— “

“Talk back again, and I’m leaving. You’re getting on my fucking nerves.” 

She glared at you, but looked down, straight at your tip, then back at you. 

And then she spit on it, a fat glob of saliva dribbling down the sides of your cock. Her hand came up to wrap around the base, rubbing her spit into the silicone. She held eye contact with you as she stuck her tongue out. You reached down and placed your hand on top of hers, slapping your tip on her slobbery muscle. 

“Good fucking whore, good n’sloppy,” you let go to pat her still-red cheek with a heavy hand, and her pretty eyes hardened, her blush deepening. She dropped her mouth open, her lips curling on the tip as she sucked on it. You bit your lip as you watched her tongue swirl around you.

She moaned around the silicone, her eyes filthy. Her hand spread her spit up all over you as she took in your inches slowly, jerking you off and slobbering on you at the same time. She looked like a fucking pornstar, like she practiced for this, like she wanted to impress you, and you shook like you could actually feel her mouth. Your pussy was desperate to cum, but you pushed it aside and watched her. 

She released you with a wet pop, her tongue flicking around your tip like she was lapping at your cum, and you couldn’t stop the moan that left your mouth. 

“Nasty slut, goddamn— “

She smiled like you just called her the prettiest girl in the world before sucking you back in, her head bobbing up and down as she slurped you up. There was so much spit on your length that it started dripping onto the floor.

You bucked forward, your hips moving on autopilot, and she choked on you, her hand coming up to your thigh to squeeze it. You ignored her grasp and fucked into her mouth harder, pinning both her arms above her head on the desk. She gargled around your dick, and you could only imagine the tightness of her throat with each gag. 

“What, baby? Don’t like it? Want me t’stop?” You gritted out. And you thrusted deeper. She moaned and her mouth opened wider.

She was making wet noises around you, her head thudding against the top drawer of the desk when you fucked in. You fucked your entire cock down her throat, and she gagged hard. 

You pulled out and let her go.

She fell forward and coughed hard, her drool pooling down on the eggshell floors as she choked. You watched in irritation as she heaved.

“Get up,” her gasps slowed as she breathed in deeply, and she lifted her head to glare at you from her hunched position. 

“Get up.” 

“Fuck you,” she spluttered.

“I’m gonna. Get up.”

Despite her bitterness, she slowly stood and instantly bent over the desk with her scarred ass poked out towards you. You chuckled when you saw both her holes pulse in excitement.

“That’s how it is?” you slapped her asscheek, and her hips bucked back against your hand. 

“Uh huh,” you heard her crackly mumble dazedly. “Need you t’make me cum.”

“Seemed alright doing it yourself a few minutes ago.”

She ignored you, and you smirked, “Need your cock, mommy, pleeease, please— “

You reached out, running two fingers over her drenched slit, and she pressed back on them as she sighed in pleasure. You slowly slid your fingers down to her clit, and she moaned aloud, her thighs jerking. 

“Look at this fucking pussy, jesus.” 

“I-It’s pretty?”

“Yeah, baby, fuck,” your mouth watered when you saw her walls clench. “Can’t even be mad, you’re so fucking hot.”

“Then fuck me,” she whined out sweetly, looking at you over her shoulder. 

You leaned down until you were eye level with her pussy, her walls squelching and squeezing repeatedly. You bit your lip and kitty-licked her cunt, her slick painting your taste buds as her smell surrounded you, and she jumped at the feeling. 

“Taste like fucking honey.” 

“So do you, made me so wet,” she exhaled as she shivered in anticipation. 

“S’gonna hurt,” you whispered, more to yourself as you eyed her tightness. 

“Don’t care.” She pushed back on your face.

“Put your hands behind your back. Don’t move them.” 

She shuddered and obeyed instantly, her hands overlapping at the wrists at the small of her back. 

You pressed one last kiss to her pussy before standing upright, “You move your hands, I stop.”

“Not gonna move, mommy,” she whispered in between unsteady breaths. “Make me feel good, please. Please, please.”

“Shh. Got you, baby. Open your legs,” you caressed her back and she squirmed. You felt goosebumps rise all over her skin, and you smirked.

The gap between her thighs widened even more for you, her cunt on full display. You could hear her beckoning you to pop the tip inside her in tiny, desperate whispers, and it made your core clench. 

You inched closer to her until the back of her thighs pressed against the front of yours. You wrapped a hand around your wet dick and brought it up to her slit, soaking it in her gooey slick and sliding it between her silky lips. Her cunt was already soaking your entire length and you didn’t even fuck her yet. She was subtly pushing back on you, trying to get you inside her. 

You heard the enthusiasm in her voice when she keened, “Mommy, please, it’s right there!”

“Mhm, I know, I see it,” you mumbled wetly, her gooey cunt looked so pretty under the light of the city, shining like glitter.

“Making mommy so wet baby, such a pretty girl,” you brought your cock back up to her slit and pushed forward, slowly popping the tip in her snug opening. She squealed loudly, and you saw her fists clench at the end of her spine as her walls clung to you, pulling you in.

“Yesyesyes, oh god, mommy, fuck, uh huh!”

“Yeah, baby? It hurts?” 

“Nooo, feels s’good, oh shit! —“

You slowly pushed in another inch, gauging her reaction for any discomfort, your thumb moving on her hip softly. She tried to push back to take you deeper, but you held her hips down.

“Fuck mefuckmefuckme— “

“Gonna be my good girl, baby? Gonna take it nice’n deep?” 

“Yeah, mommy!”

You pushed in even deeper, and you could feel the resistance of her cunt the more you slid in. You couldn’t stop the moan you released when she said your name. 

“Y-You’re splitting me open, ffuck— “

You pressed in the last bit of your dick, her ass resting at the top of your thighs, your hands propping you up on the desk as you leaned above her, placed on either side of her head. She was sighing heavily in satisfaction, and you could see her glossy eyes rolling. 

“Feelin’ good?”

She nodded slowly, “U-Use me, mommy, please use me t’cum, fuck.”

“Gotta take care of my girl first,” you fucked out of her slowly before snapping your hips, fucking all your inches back into her, and she screamed. “Such a tight pussy.”

You bent down to kiss her pretty back, down her spine as you stroked her deeply. You’d barely completed your fourth stroke before you felt Ellie tense up under you, her body shuddering as she moaned quietly to herself. You snickered at her. 

“Baby’s cumming?” you licked up her spine again. 

You could only see her nod in jerky headshakes from where you stood, her cheek pressed against the desk. You looked down at where you were connected, and you could see how her walls struggled to choke your dick. You grabbed her wrists in one hand and fucked her through her orgasm, your free hand sneaking under her hips to rub her clit. 

The second her body relaxed, you saw the muscles in her back flex again, the arch in her back deepening, “Mommy, think—m’cumming again, oh god, motherfu— “

“How many are you gonna give me, angel?” you rubbed her clit faster, fucking in harder. 

“I feel it, I feel it, fuck!” She wasn’t listening to anything you were saying as she yelled in her pleasure. You could see how much she was wetting your cock, lines of her slick forming every time you pulled out of her. You angled your hips downward when you fucked back in, and she shouted your name out, her warnings of her orgasm echoing in your ears. You released her clit and pinned her down by her neck again. 

“Like it right there, baby? That’s the spot?” You could feel your core squeezing with every cry she let out, her voice completely broken, her squeals scratchy. 

She was babbling about something, but you weren’t listening, the squelchy sounds of her cunt increasing in volumes as you forced your dick in her, stirring her guts up. 

You looked down and saw her ass squeezing with every quiver of her cunt, and you licked your lips. You let her wrists go and brought a hand to your mouth, sucking your thumb in to wet it before rubbing her ass with it. 

She let out a loud slew of ah ah ahs before you felt a burst of wetness on your thighs, dripping down onto the floor. Her entire body was jerking back onto your, her rosy ass jiggling every time she hit your hips. 

But then you heard a slam above her shouts of pleasure and mommy!

You looked up to check on her unsteady form as she continued to drench your lap, her hand resting on the back of her mother’s nameplate, her fingertips digging into the wood as she screamed in her euphoria. 

It made you fuck her harder and pull her hand away from the dog tag. You didn’t even care about punishing her anymore, you needed to cum. You’d been riding that edge since you got here, and you knew you were going to cum so hard.

You leaned over her body and grinded into her, moving her hand away from the plate and sitting back up in its position. You grabbed her by her spit-coated chin so she could look dead at her mother’s name. She whimpered and tried to look away from it, but you tightened the grip on her face to keep her still. 

“Look at it, baby— “

She sobbed, murmuring how hard she was about to cum again, her eyes fluttering as she stared at it, her cheeks glowing like apples.

You bent down to her ear, “You embarrassed, angel? Huh? Wanna close your eyes? Gonna squirt on me again?”

She was looking dead at the plate, “You’re so deep, mommy, fuck yes, m’gonna!—“

“Nasty fucking slut, taking it so good,” You looked up at the clear window as your thrusts picked up pace again, the entire city shining through the glass in all its glory. Every light of every building, people roaming, honking, noises of construction. It was all beneath you, and it was all theirs. The strap was bumping on your clit with each thrust. 

“Look at your city, baby,” you lifted her weightless head by her wild, knotted hair and made her look into the distance as you groaned in pleasure. “Gonna be all yours one day, can do whatever you want with it soon.”

“Fuuuck— “

“Uh huh, you like having that power? You can get whatever the fuck you want— “

“M-Mommy!”

“Just need a baby, right? Gonna g-give her what she wants? Gonna give her that precious heir, that golden child?”

“Yesyesyes! Wan’your baby, ge’me fucking pregnant!”

You moaned at her begging as you babbled mindlessly to her, “Gonna cum in you, fuck, need it… t’catch— “

She was screaming about how your seed was going to catch in her womb, how hard she was going to squirt again, begging you to fuck her harder, hurt her, make her bleed, make her scream. You could feel your senses leaving as your orgasm built as she pushed back on you, and you moaned her name in her ear. 

“Fuuuck, Ellie,” your clit jerked, and you let her go, her head falling onto her arm in front of her as she yelled in euphoria. “Gonna make that bitch raise my fuckin’ kid while I’m gone? Huh?”

She didn’t even react to your slip of your departure, “Yeahyesyesyes! Fuck, I’m cumming!”

You felt another spray of liquid drip down your legs as you drilled her, and it triggered your own orgasm. Your clit jerked as your release rushed through you, your walls clenching as your body shook on top of hers, grinding against her to ride it out. You could almost feel the sensation of filling her up, her cunt sucking your cum deep inside her. 

She was still moaning above you, wringing the last bits of her orgasm out on your cock. You whined against her sweaty skin, the aftershocks moving through you. 

You felt her go completely lax underneath you, heavy sighs leaving her parted lips. 

You both caught your breaths in soothing silence. 

After Ellie asked you to show her how to kiss properly, the pounding of your heart refused to slow down. 

You were seated in her mother’s chair once more, her wetness still coating you in stickiness as she straddled your lap, her arms around your neck as she gazed at you nervously.

“We just fucked, why do you look like that?”

Her brows creased, “Like what?”

“Like you’re scared.”

“I’m not scared,” she whispered, her eyes flickering down to your lips before looking back up at you. 

You only hummed at her, brushing your noses together before leaning forward, grabbing the back of her neck to pull her down to you. Her eyes shut tightly, and her lips puckered in front of yours, and you pulled back, grabbing her face to stop her.

“Stop doing that, just relax.” 

“… What’d I do?”

You mimicked her, poking your lips out stiffly before breaking out into a grin. She huffed with a tiny smile, shaking her head, “Sorry.”

You shrugged, uncaring. She looked down, “Where do I put my tongue?” 

You snorted, “Nowhere yet.”

You craned your neck up slowly and connected your mouth with hers gently, your lips molding against hers. She sighed and leaned closer into you, her arms tightening around the back of your neck. You felt a sharp sting in your chest at her delicate touch, and you pulled away. A soft smack filled the room when you separated. She smiled softly, “That was cute.” 

You nodded stiffly, murmuring a mhm, before looking down. Out the window. Behind her. Anywhere but her eyes. 

You felt her nuzzle against your cheek, kissing it gently, “Are we… uh, fucking again?” 

“You want to?” The pounding in your ears was giving you a headache. 

You felt her nod. Another kiss to your cheek. Another pull in your heart. 

Your hands planted on her hips, lifting them so she could sit on you, but she grabbed your wrists to stop you. 

Her hands latched onto the hem of your shirt, attempting to pull it up and over your head, but your hand caught her wrist. Not harshly, but stern.

Her eyes softened at your masked expression, releasing the gentle grip on your shirt, “I’m, uh… I’m sorr— “

“It’s fine. Ready?” you grabbed the base of your dick in your hand, and she mumbled a quiet yes. 

You felt her hand come on top of yours as she helped you guide it to her entrance, and your breath shook as you exhaled.

Her hips came down on you at her own pace, your free hand resting on her hip. She gasped when it slipped inside, her hands coming to support herself on each armrest. 

“Feels different like this,” she whispered huskily.

You smirked, “I know, take your time.” 

She nodded, slowly sinking down on you. You saw her eyelids get heavy as her walls caught on every ridge of you, her head falling back in her pleasure. Her soft locks disheveled all over her head, her bun nonexistent as her bobby pins stuck out from every direction. 

She slid in too deep, though. She let out a pained gasp as she caught herself on the chair, her brows furrowing. 

“Okay?” you checked in.

She nodded, her lip in between her teeth, “So deep like this, fuck… don’t know if I can go all the way down.”

“It’s fine, babe, make yourself feel good.” 

“H-Help me?” her breathing was picking up as her hips bucked. 

Your other hand flew to her hips, digging into her soft skin as you guided her hips on you. You eased her into a deep grind, and her hands flew behind you, landing on the headrest behind you. 

Her head rested in the crook of your neck as she followed your movements, her wet moans hitting the side of your neck. The sensation of her breath on your skin made your pussy clench. 

“Am I���gasp—doing good, m-mommy?” 

“Fucking me so good, baby, shit,” you whispered in her ear, and she moaned aloud in yours. She sped up on you, the harness digging into your clit with each swivel of her hips. 

Your hands moved down to grab her ass, spreading her cheeks before slapping them, grabbing the plush of them in your hands. She fucked you harder, and you felt her spit drip on your neck as she wailed into your skin. You threw your head back on the headrest when she sucked on your neck, right on your open scar.

She lifted her head up and looked at you with gentle eyes, her hands moving down from the headrest to grab your cheeks in a soft touch. She was panting on your mouth, her lips brushing against yours with every jump on you. She was so close and she smelled so good, her lips soft. 

She whispered dreamily, “Can’t stop cumming— “

Your eyelids fluttered, “Then don’t. Give it to me, m’so close— “

She grinded harder as she leaned down to connect your lips in a honey-sweet kiss. You reciprocated against your brain's desires. 

Push her away. She’ll never be yours! This is all she wants from you!

Tears built in your eyes as your peak approached, her moans increasing in urgency against your mouth. You sucked on her bottom lip, biting it hard. This is the most eager you’ve felt since you touched her. 

“Cum with me, pleasepleaseplease— “

“I’m gonna, baby, fuck me hard!”

She was going crazy on your dick, full-on bouncing on you, taking it all despite her protests earlier, and you felt yourself tipping. Your pussy squeezed and soaked the harness as your orgasm pulled in your gut. You looked down at your cock, and it was drenched in her white, sticky substance. She was creaming all over your cock as she used you. It made your eyes cross in your skull as your euphoria hit you. 

You were so loud as your nails tore into her skin, your moans matching hers in volume. You felt another splash of fluid on you, and you came harder, another wave crashing through you. You would’ve curled in on yourself if she wasn’t on top of you. 

You felt her tongue slide into your hungry mouth, swirling around yours as you shouted through your high. She was making you feel so good, and you couldn’t fucking think. 

You felt like you were cumming for minutes before the harsh pulses slowed into soft twitches, her hips slowing, and she bent down to kiss you. The touch was soft, sweet, undeserved. You stiffened, on guard immediately. 

She was close, she was too close. Her soft caresses on your face snapped you out of your intoxication, pulling away from her mouth and grabbing her hips to pull her off your dick. 

“T-Turn around, Ellie.”

“Huh?” she asked softly, her eyes teary and delicate. 

“T-Turn around,” your voice trembled.

“O-Okay.”

She was too fucking close. 

She lifted off you, planting her feet on the ground and you spun her. You pulled her down on your lap, her ass in front of your cock. You grabbed your tip, pushing it past her entrance, and she mewled. She took it with ease, mewling out as her back arched into you, swallowing you whole as she sunk down again. 

She planted her hands on your knees and immediately bounced on you, her toned ass meeting the base of your harness with every jump on your cock. 

You could see her pussy suck on your inches, suffocating your girth, her walls clinging to you. 

You grabbed her neck and pushed her forward slightly, and she cried out in painful pleasure. You planted your feet on the floor and fucked up into her. 

“Fuck! Your dick feels so fucking good! Oh my—agh!”

You saw even move cream spread over your dick with every fuck inside her squishy walls. You were moaning with her, fucking her harder, faster, the hand on her neck moving up to pull her hair hard. The sound of wet skin slapping accompanied the sounds you both made in your pleasured state. 

You were going to cum so fucking quick, “Fuck, Ellie, shit— “

“I’m gonna cum so hard, mommy!” your hand in her hair flew down to her hip, grinding her down harder on you. You moaned at the feeling.

“Yeah? Already?” You were right behind her, those euphoric waves pulling in your gut.

“Fuck—fuckyes!”

“Want it so bad, get it all over this fucking dick, baby— “

Her hand that'd been playing with her tits flew down on top of yours on her waist, her fingers lacing with yours tightly as she shouted, screaming your name. She met your harsh thrusts as she bounced, and she squirted on you again, and you watched it gush out of her, wetting your stomach and harness and the chair beneath her, the sound of splattering liquid on the floor making you cum the hardest you ever had. Your vision whitened as your orgasm crushed you. 

She kept cumming on you, and you kept cumming for her. The pleasure didn’t stop, and all you could do was scream her name out like she did yours, hold her hand tighter as your brain melted. She rocked back and forth on you, prolonging your orgasm, making you cum harder. It just kept building in intensity, the aggressive pulses wracking through you, your toes curling as she milked you, and all you could do was take it.

You blacked out in her mom’s chair, the last thing you remember seeing was her pulsing, squirting pussy, pulsing ass, and the auburn stars that painted her entire back. 

Some time passed, your lashes fluttering open as you felt soft touches on your face. 

You were met with delicate, green eyes, Ellie looking at you with a softness you hadn’t seen in years. It felt foreign, deep, and it made your heart pick up in panic. 

You pulled away from her touches and looked around unsteadily. 

She was too close. Too fucking close.

The office was a mess: clothes everywhere, the floor was soaked, the whole room smelled like sex and pussy, desk askew, its contents thrown everywhere, Ellie’s tears and puddles of spit all over the surface. You could even see splatters of… her on her mother’s restraining order against you. 

You were suddenly terrified, moving into action and guiding her off your lap so you could stand. You undid the straps of your dick and stepped out of it, cringing at the drying stickiness, and throwing it into your backpack.

You heard her speak from behind you, “Hey, hey, you okay? What’s wr— ‘

“Nothing’s wrong, I’m fine, I gotta go,” you said tensely. Unwelcoming. Guarded.

“Did… did I do something?” She sounded too soft, too gentle. 

“No, Ellie, I just, I gotta go,” You dressed erratically, pulling your underwear up and jeans on, wincing at your cum sticking to your garments. 

You could hear the crack in her voice, “Can I… do you need help or— “

“Ellie, I’m fucking fine. I’m fine, okay? Forget it.” You spat over your shoulder as you repacked. Don’t look at her, don’t fucking look at her. 

She sounded just as anxious as you did, “W-Why are you so upset with me all of a sudden? What’d I do— “

“You didn't do shit! Can you fucking drop it please!”

Her breath shuddered, “I thought… I thought we were… okay?” 

You whipped around to face her, an incredulous look on your face. Your heart shattered when she flinched, but you yelled at her anyway. Why the hell did you look at her?

“Why the fuck would we be okay?! Did you forget how we fucking met in the first place!” You pointed behind her to the soiled court order, “We’re never going to be fucking okay! Get that through your fucking head.” 

You reached down to grab your heavy bag, throwing it over your shoulder in a hurry. You felt like you were going to suffocate. You needed to go. Right now. You turned towards the door. You hadn’t even shut it all the way when you came in. 

“I’m never going to see you again, am I?” 

Your own tears fell at the dejected acceptance in her voice. She sounded so broken, and it was all your fault. 

But you knew this was for the best. The two of you could never exist together in bliss, even though meeting her was the most human you’ve felt since you were a child. Since your father was alive. 

But you were too different, too damaged. All you would do is hurt each other, you would resent each other, grow to hate, to regret. The world was too cruel, and she was not prepared for its harshness. You were barely prepared, and you lived it every day. And you promised yourself to never go through the despair of loss again. You walked towards the door and heard her release a quiet sob. 

“No,” you pulled the knob, the spacious hallway being another reminder that you didn’t belong. Not here, not anywhere. Her mother was right. 

You were worthless. Held no value in this society. 

In another life, you could’ve been something great. Your cards could’ve been different, better. You could’ve made your father proud. The two of you could’ve been happy.

“You won’t.” 

You left the same way you came, moving in urgency before her sobs lured you back to take her in your arms, against your will. 

Maybe in another life. 

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Mommy needs me! ch3

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You inherited to your Aunts farm after she passed from cancer. But you don’t know also inherited giant Mothman-manchild, who is pissing and jizzing everywhere in your house.

Warning: Yandere Mothman Shigaraki, piss, offensive language, mommy kink, spanking, references to knotting, blow job, fighting

Kai wants you there now! You have no choice but to leave your sweet Mothman alone with the vet. Who is pissed off at you. Who will step up first!

Ch 2

Chapter 3

“Doctor, can you say doctor,” you ask Shigaraki.

“Father,” he said. Every time he had to repeat himself, his antennae would flatten back more on his head until it was plastered against his skull.

“Doctor Tanaka,” you try again. Tempting him with Oreos.

He hisses and shakes his head. Pointing at Dr. Tanaka when she entered the room, “Father.”

She freezes and pulls out a notepad. Shigaraki took advantage to snatch at the cookies. Missing, you're on to him.

“Oh, good morning slash evening, Doctor. I’m sorry. I, uh, was trying to get him to call you Doctor because he is rude about names. He refuses to use my name. He insists on calling me Mommy,” You say quickly.

“Mommy,” Shigaraki moans, rubbing his face in your crotch. You squirm and try to move away. It was embarrassing, especially in front of the Doctor.

“I really don't mind. I have a theory it is because Shigaraki was taught that titles have roles. He called me Father after I disciplined him,” she noted.

“I disciplined him,” you whine.

“Did you already have the mommy title?” She asked. You cringe. He called you that the very first time you met him. You can feel your face flush. The Doctor takes note and smirks lightly.

“A hundred percent called Mommy beforehand,” She notes before going to her van. Shigaraki took this opportunity to snatch away the Oreos. Where he promptly started to shovel them in his mouth at breakneck speed.

“Slow down. You can have them, ok. Mommy needs to talk about something tough,” you started when Shigaraki growled in irritation. Just when he thought you had made a change, it turns out you are just buttering him up for shitty news. Well, he won’t have it. He was in a good mood until this.

“If I am correct, we may unravel a few mysteries of his passss…wha-what is going on here? He has cookies. Why is he growling?” Tanaka asks at a nice safe distance.

“He is mad that I am trying to talk to him about how I will be away for a little while,” you said to her. Shigaraki's eyes widened, and he exploded in rage. Decaying the cookies. Grabbing your arm and dragging you back to the nest. Burning pain shoots up your limb as he yanks you upstairs. Your skin felt like it was being pulled off.

“Hey, stop that!” The Doctor tells him sternly. Shigaraki freezes. He feels instinctually compelled to listen to new Father. This female uses the exact same tone as his old Father. But Mommy is trying to leave the nest. Leave him. He knows better. He knows going to the store or an appointment is not the same as ‘will be away for a while.’

He is gentler, swooping you up quickly and carrying you to the nest where he will keep you forever if necessary. He drops you in the nest and presses himself down on you. He was going to be rougher, but he kept hearing that tone Tanaka gave him, his haunting from beyond the grave.  

“He’s not hurting you, is he?” Tanaka asked.

“No, I’m ok,” you mumble from under his wing. His warm body was comforting as he calmly pinned you under him. You reached up to stroke his fluffy collar to soothe him, “I know you’re upset, but I promise I will be back. Dr. Tanaka will be right here helping take care of you.”

He violently shakes his head like a petulant child. At first, he wasn’t concerned once he realized the Doctor was female. Males always try to kill or take from him. Look at his original father, who wanted to kill and take from him. Not finding females a threat, he allowed her to stay in his territory, but he was rapidly changing his view on that.  

 “I won’t be able to catch my train like this. Can you help me? He seems to listen to you,” You ask Tanaka, muffled by his body. She had to lean in close to the sharp snarling fangs.

“Heeeey, now. You must use your words so we can understand,” Tanaka instructs him slowly.

This agitates him more. How can he think up all the annoying words to tell new Father that second Mommy left you in his care? He is supposed to grow up and be your protector, but how can he?

He only knows how to kill prey foolish enough to come to him. He knows nothing of the world outside the forest. He blames his original father for this. How can he explain that new Mommy is gullible and too innocent? No one taught you how to survive here.

You just walk around as if you can just go anywhere. Without a care in your pretty little head. How can he protect you if you go outside his territory? He can’t navigate that world at all! He still watches sesame street! You must stay here and safe.

He hasn’t been able to protect any Mommy yet. He couldn’t save his first Mommy from his quirk. He couldn’t protect second Mommy from something as tiny as a ‘cell.’ No one and nothing will take you from him.

He clicks his teeth and snarls in more anxiety. How can he make you understand? He ponders before carefully answering. Things he can remember from Sesame Street and Case Closed anime.

“Not safe. Stranger danger. Often…the perp…is someone they know. Stay safe, stay here,” he growled.

“This is bad boy behavior,” you huff. He flaps his wing and quiets you. Tanaka takes notes.

“Separation anxiety. Let’s see,” Tanaka is mumbling to herself. You want to spank the shit out of both of them. You were hoping she would be helpful, “I know it can be scary losing someone. But your Mommy will be fine and keep her promise to come back. We have a few days. Why don’t we make a special goodbye? A nice little ritual with extra attention? Plus, I will be here with you, buddy.”

“Big boy time?” he questions. Bending to nuzzle the top of your head. Oh gosh, Shiggy has a one-track mind. He seems about ready to give in. He needs an extra push. You don’t want to do this in front of the Doctor. You wanted to be physically healed before seeing Kai. You suspect that won't happen.

“Big boy time?” Tanaka asked, brows furrowing in question.   

“Oh, I got it from here, Doc. Could you give us a moment? I think I reason with him,” you ask cautiously. She nodded and left.

“Big boy time,” he chirped at you excitedly. Pushing at his chest, you grunt in response until he starts to lift off.

“Mommy is willing to have big boy time if you are a good boy and agree to stay here,” you said firmly. He snarled and shook his head no.

“No! You stay here,” he paused then. Lighting up like he thought of a brilliant idea, “I go with. Safe.”

“No! Absolutely not! I am protecting you. You cannot go to the city. They will hurt you. Call you a monster or use you. It is a very bad place for you,” you exclaimed. Shigaraki stood and paced around the room in agitation again. Carefully picking out the words he needs.  

“I big boy now. Do big boy things. I protect Mommy. Mommy protects nest. Protect grubs,” He said slowly.

“You are the grub, and I am protecting the nest,” you snap.

You do not want to get into the details of what will happen if you put off Kai much longer. Kai will dissect Shiggy and probably you too for keeping him a secret from him. Kai is known for being particularly ruthless. Dicing people up to experiment on and leaving their pieces scattered in the ocean.

Pay him a visit, and that won’t be either of you. You are protecting the big baby and the home. He saw that look and pouted. Antennae drooping, he starts to consider it all. You were silly but not reckless until Father came. Now you are talking nonsense.

“Shiggy come here and let me hold my baby boy,” you said in a sultry tone. He froze and chirped at you automatically. You seem sad, but the tone heated his blood. He’s a good boy, so if Mommy wants snuggles, he won’t refuse. He is also sensing a trap of some kind, which doesn't prevent him from quickly crawling to you.

Wrapping himself around you to burying his face in your chest. You run your fingers through his hair, brushing over his feelers the way that makes him moan in pleasure. You wait until you can feel the tension easing from him.

“Do you want to make mommy happy?” You asked. He is dubious and on guard at what you will say next. You lean in close, your breath hot in the cone of his ear as you whisper, “Do you want to pound mommy’s tight pussy?”

His eyes widen as his antennae stand on end. He must have heard wrong. Did Mommy just talk dirty to him? You giggle because his face turns bright red, his teeth clicking, wings quivering.   

“Don’t you want to be my big boy?” You asked. He nods, panting, “Don’t you want to use your big cock in me? Big boy cock!”

Yes, dammit! He wants it so bad his cock throbs and is painfully taut. Reaching into his pants to caress his hot dick. Wrapping your fingers around his girth, he whimpers as he dribbles pre-cum over the top of your digits.

“Wouldn’t it be fun if mommy sucked your cock?” you ask, gently pushing him back, trailing kisses on his chest. His abs tremble. He is beautiful and delicious. Abruptly yanking your hand away, you sit up, and he cries with need, “But I don’t suck on naughty boys who never listen to their Mommy.”

A low growl builds in him. Fucking rotten mommy cock tease. He could make you. He’s strong enough he could make you take him. Keep you in the nest. He cursed himself for the taboo thought. His father didn’t teach him much. Mommy needed to be obeyed when it came to mating. It makes females more likely to take to breeding.

If he can get the most from this deal. Getting you properly scented and impregnated, the other males should stay away if they are smart. This could be the opportunity to extract the knowledge he needs and then kill his new father.

“Want burning drinks and big boy time, as much as I want. Want know when come home. Movie call every night! Then I be good boy,” he hisses.

You light up and kiss him. Not the sweet pecks he’s used to getting from you. It’s more like ones on the romantic show you watch together. Your tongue licks at his mouth until he opens it for you. It’s nice. He feels you are teaching him something while he mimics your movements and enthusiasm. You pull your lips away, and he clutches at you to keep you there.

“You have to keep your promise this time. Then when I get back, we can have big boy time more often, lots more, Ok?”

“Yes, mommy!” he panted. You are wearing that dress he likes and those flimsy panties. He needs this. Accidents happen all the time in the forest he considers for new father. He can get one of the others to eat her, so there is no way you will suspect him. He has a hard time plotting with your mouth trailing down his middle.

He slips the restrictive pants down past his waist. Your mouth kissing and nibbling along his throbbing shaft. He twitched and mewled until you reached his cock head. You look up at him and see he is blushing.

“Please, mommy,” he begs. His wings spread, and his feelers tremble as he lays his head back and moans sweetly.

How can you say no to that? Sucking the tip of his large head into your mouth, swirl your tongue and lick his tip. Shigaraki jolts and looks back at you. His flavor is awful, bitter as coffee and sour with the tang of salt. But he is so sweet looking, with his lustful pleading eyes.

Crimson eyes half-lidded watch while his claws dig into his ruff. His chest heaving with pathetic little whines, fangs clicking, is a pretty sight and music to your ears. You suck harder and more enthusiastically.

Wrapping your hands around the girthy monster, what you can’t fit in your mouth. Which was most of it. Lewd wet lip-smacking sounds filled the room, combined with his noises. You suck him so hard he was approaching crying. Hips bucking up to meet you.

He shocked you by popping out of your mouth with a lewd wet slurp, yanking it away violently with his hand. That deadly fast hand made you jerk back. Strings of drool clung to his dick and your mouth. He looks physically pained, curled up, eyes squeezed shut. Quickly wiping him and you off your lips.

“Baby, are you ok? Was it too much teeth? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” you ask, concerned. He groans. His eyes cracked and knitting in reverence. His heart flutters at your concern. Such a good sweet mommy.

“Pussy. Tight mommy pussy, please. I good boy. I will be best boy. Pussy, pretty please,” he whines. You stand and sheepishly start to slide your panties down. Squirming while he watched you slowly undress. Panties tossed aside, he grabs your thighs and pulls you down to him.

His deadly fingers pulled down the front of your dress to suckle at your chest. You clap a hand over his mouth before he can. His heavy cock resting between your parted lips, rubbing hard against your clit, letting you soak on him.

“You didn’t ask Mommy for permission. You are trying to take. Bad boy,” you scold. His beautiful eyes are large with desire and regret.

“Sury mumee,” he mumbled from under your hand. You lift your hand to see tears pricking at the corners.

“Oh, my poor baby. Do you need mommy cunt so bad it’s hurting?” you ask. He whines and nods.

“Please, I be good boy. Mommy, I need pussy,” he whimpered.

“Ok, but you’re not allowed to touch. Just watch. Nothing but only watching,” you tell him.

He chirps and partially hides his face with the skirt of your dress. His intense gaze never leaves your chest. His antennae flatten and quiver when you line him up to your dripping hole. You lower yourself, whimpering yourself when you feel his cock penetrate you. You are about to change your mind. He is so damn big, it hurts.

But you look into those adorable smoldering eyes and force yourself down on him. He clutches at the dress, trying to control himself as he twines four fingers in it and inhales.

Still watching you like his goddess. He will not be stratified until you are down on his entire shaft. How can he be with just laying there? He needs something to keep himself under control, so you allow him to snuffle like a whiney pervert to your dress. You pause to adjust. Literal tears spill over as he tries to jerk his hips up to the sweet pussy he was begging for.

“Please….more….more Mommy, please. I am good boy. More mommy pussy,” he cries and wriggles under you. You keep pushing yourself, feeling a burning sensation course through your pussy the deeper you push down. When you hit his base, your feel like you are split in two.

“Oh god, baby, you are so big,” you praise. He is biting the edge of your skirt, soaking it with drool as he waits for Mommy to fuck him. He is on the edge of doing the worst. He wants it now so bad it hurts.

“Fuck…fuck now, please mooooommmy. So good. Tight. Fuck Mommy, please,” he strings together.

He is trying so hard to obey. You are testing him to see if he can keep his word. It may seem like pure torture to him, he trembles and cries for help. But he needs to listen and stay home for one damn time.

He is biting through your dress in agonizing tension as he begs for relief with his eyes. Placing a hand on his solid chest, you grab his cock and slowly sink down on him. You bottom out, feeling the tip kiss your cervix.

It hurts so good, a sweet sting that fills you to the brim with pleasure. Tears start pricking at the corner of your eyes. This is no good. Soon, both of you will be blubbering messes. Shigaraki whines and writhes under you with desperate need. Biting with gritted teeth, tearing your skirt with his fangs and claws as he watches you enraptured.  

You gently rock your hips. The incredible sensation of his gliding over your slippery walls made you moan. Your wet walls tingle with pleasure. Shigaraki's eyes are drawn to your moving hands when you shove down your dress to expose your breasts and belly for him.

You run your fingers over your breasts and tweak your nipples. Perking them and causing a delightful prickling on your sensitive flesh. Your fingers continue, grabbing your loose hair and fanning it out as you rotate your hips.

He looks hungrily at your wriggling body. He trembles under you as he watches the slight outline of his cock bulge move in you. You follow his eyes and press on your belly to make it really stand out for him.

“Mmmmm, ha-ha-ah… that’s pretty,” you moan. Shigaraki nods in agreement. You are the most beautiful female he has ever seen. You are such a good mommy to him.

You begin to impale yourself on him, bouncing up and down the way he likes. Again, he whimpers and destroys your dress more. His muscles quiver with a desire to touch you. But he is a good boy and will do as he is told. He is gorgeous and sexy as both your bodies burn for each other; he glistens with sweat highlighting his perfect body.

Delicious as you consume the intense wide eyes of awe and pleasure on Shigaraki's face. After a few moments, he lets his head sag back. Breathy moans combine and mix in the nest with intermittent sharp chirps. He licks his dry lips and pants. His hips buck up in tandem, urging you to grind him deeper and more demanding in you. You stop moving, and he cries. You cross your arms over your chest and give him a withering look.

“I told you all you get to do is watch. Bad boy. You just earned a spanking,” you tell him angrily. You only have control during sex, and he doesn’t get to take that away from you. His face turns bright red.

“Sorry. I love you. I take spank. Be good boy. Please more. More mommy pussy, please,” he implores.

You want to cum too. You rock your hips hard, making his entire body shudder. He yelps in surprise and rips your dress some more. His growls and wings rumble, vibrating in your core. You pick up your pace, heated and willing to take his knot.

Soon you are slamming down on him and crying out with each contact. His tongue begins to loll and drip drool. He's biting himself and bleeding slightly. You kiss him, and he chirps directly in your mouth. You feel yourself building up and gummy walls gripping his hot, throbbing cock.

Waves of pleasure are rocketing through you. It was so good you soaked his lap. Too soon. You feel shame, but you feel shaky and lightheaded. Skin breaking out in gooseflesh. 

“Mommy. Need to knot. Please, Mommy. Let knot,” he begs. It would be cruel not to let him. You nod yes. Shigaraki is so quick shoving you back. Shigaraki is watching you with a sultry expression. One that makes you melt with want and desire. He reaches over and pulls out a branch. Shoving it in your hand.

“Spank. Hard. Need punish,” he rasps with a smirk. Lifting his wings and exposing his ass to you. You look at him, confused. His eyes dart away as he blushes, “I hurt Mommy during knot. I was bad boy. Spank until knot for sorry all the past times too.”

He gives you one sharp thrust. Causing a shooting pain in your core, making you gasp. You lash out without thinking, swatting him hard across the buttocks. Shigaraki grits his teeth with a grunt.

He does it again, wings trembling and careful to remain clear of his ass. Soon you are whipping his ass like a prized racing horse being abused to run faster. Hips snapping feverishly, bucking his length in your dripping cunt. Your orgasm building quickly. Pounding you into the nest. His eyes rolled in the back of his head. Jaw clenching so tight his sharp teeth bleed.

His tongue laps at your neck, dry lips lock on your pulse, and suck. He can feel the pulse of your pounding heart. Feeling your racing pulse match his. Your ecstasy collides into a shocking tidal wave of soaring bliss. You drop the stick, holding on for dear life to keep yourself from floating away. Conscious of your nails digging too deep, you control yourself enough to release him and groan.

The sharp pain of his sudden knot fills you completely. The sudden fullness and pulsating of his cock shooting his seed into your tight cunt makes you squeeze and milk him harder. He pulls his lips away, and his hot panting breath fans over the hot spot he left on your tender flesh. 

"Oh god, that knot is huge! I feel so full." You shiver with bliss. Your shaky limbs weakly hold him.

“I love you, Mommy. I love you,” he repeatedly hissed, next to your ear. His wings are quivering and flapping sporadically. Your euphoric high calms down as your velvety walls flutter around him. His knot lightly throbbing. You kiss him on his jaw, easing into the sensations you never felt before him. You embrace him and gently stroke his hair and feelers.

“I love you too,” you whisper your dark confession. He almost cried, his heart fluttering like his wings. He knew you loved him, but to hear you say it gave him the strength to grow.

“To protect nest. Mommy can leave. I will be good. I wait,” He agrees.

You hold him until he is fast asleep releasing you from his knot and grip. After showering, you go downstairs to get some orange juice on wobbly legs. Dr. Tanaka was at the kitchen island pouring whiskey.

“Whoa, how did you hide that from Shiggy?” you ask.

“I just bought it in town when you told me to leave,” she says, pouring you a glass on the rocks, “You are going to need this. I just got off the phone with Kai. You know, once, Kai gave a guy PCP so he could survive the process of cutting his chest open. He showed a guy his own beating heart. I know because Kai made me prep the area. That was over the guy showing disrespect. I just lied to him. I lied to Kai for you. You have to go and really play up how much whatever he wants from you,” she says, taking a big gulp.

“It will be ok. I convinced Shiggy to stay. You’ll take care of him for me? He is very vuner-” You were saying. The burn of the alcohol sliding down your throat was too much. When Tanaka cut off your sentence, you ran to the frig and grabbed the orange juice.

“Yeah, I want to talk to you about that. I have been so stupid. I thought about when we first talked and the way your eyes roved over me. “I thought here’s another bigot,” she said. Staring at you intently. You interrupt her.

“No! It wasn’t that at all I was just very concer-.” She cuts you off again.

“Concerned. Yeah. I understand wild animals protect their territory from intruding males, particularly males.”

“Exactly. I was worried. But now that you are here, I hope we can be good friends. I never meant to insult you. I’m sorry if I came off as bigoted. I will try harder,” You say quickly.

“I would like that. But you know what, I find it more insulting and not very friendly? You say you know he’s not an animal, yet you let me walk right in with an intelligent, deadly predator who clearly sees you as his mate. I would have preferred if you had asked me if I was cis rather than keeping his murders a secret,” She says, dropping a stack of recent missing person posters on the counter, “How many has he killed, and why did you really want the blood work?”

You are about to deny it. But at this juncture, there is no point. You are both too deep with Kai, and Shiggy seems too attached to just let ‘Father’ go.

“You wouldn’t have come if I asked you if you were cis. You said you were a woman, and I dropped it. You would have been insulted if I kept pressing it and asking questions. I chose you because your curiosity won out over a mild insult. You don't understand what it was like before you came. I needed you. I was desperate,” you tell her.

“You didn’t drop it with your eyes. You stared at me,” Tanaka snapped back. “That’s not…I was staring because…I had a lot of feelings…I was hungover….. really, really, hungover, and it had been a really hard and a long time since I saw another person. I really was worried for you. I had no idea if he would attack you based on appearance……I’m sorry. He was a monster before you came. I am sorry because, without you, I would have….. I was drunk, and that is a poor excuse,” you tried to explain. Your voice quivering. Oh god, you are just embarrassing yourself. You can feel your cheeks flushing with heat.

“My skin isn’t so thin that a little question about my gender makes me break down. You lying to me is the issue. You used words like “territorial and aggressive,” you should have been more upfront with deadly maneater. You still haven’t answered my questions. Why and how many?”

“Well, the reasons I told you before are all true in a way. I thought he was some kind of mythical beast. I was getting exhausted and fed up with his cruel behavior. If it turned out I couldn’t have a future with him, I was thinking of letting more capable people handle him.”

“That’s cold as fuck. That's abandonment,” Tanaka winced.

“I was on top of the corporate world until Kai. I have no way of going back. My Aunt saddled me with this giant evil creature that is high maintenance, and I have no clue what to do with him. I’m an only child! I never even babysat or been in a real relationship. I can’t bring friends over or have a husband or children around him. I couldn’t even pay that much attention to a rabbit without him ripping her apart. She was literally my first pet. All that changed since you’ve come. I’m sorry. I just want to know if we can be friends. Please, I’m begging you for help,” you burst out sobbing.

Tanaka finishes her third drink shaking her head. She feels a genuine pit for you. You hate it. It's bad enough you are crying and begging for help, and she is looking at you like you are pity and angry. You used to be the boss bitch. 

“My curiosity would have won. You are right. Insulted or not, I still would have come. But I would have come more prepared. You lied to me by omission. How many has Shigaraki killed?” She asks again with a sigh.

“One that I know of,” you say shyly. Tanaka rubs her temples and then finishes her drink. She taps the stack, “There have been deaths and missing people in these woods way before Shigaraki was even born. My Aunt was clear. He was a child when he met her. Although…..I would suspect at least ten of these are him. But I have no proof of that.” You answer quickly.

Tanaka gets up and paces with a refreshed drink. She stops and sighs again.

“Just to clarify. Because of what he might be and what you don't know, you want to see if you are genetically compatible? That's what future means, right? Fucking and making a baby?”

“That’s lewd and rude,” you sulked.

“You are not denying it. I am stupid. It’s not like I didn’t suspect something. I was so depressed and ready for a change that I didn’t ask questions. I want to be friends. But friends don’t keep secrets. Not if it can hurt the other person,” Tanaka stated flatly. Looking away, she did not like seeing people cry, and you were pulling at her heartstrings with those big sad eyes. 

“Weeellll, there is one thing I haven’t told you about….”

 It was time to leave today. Shigaraki has been a horny beast, and Dr. Tanaka hid from the two of you when she wasn’t trying to ask him questions. Which he ignores with a growl and reminds everyone that he is a “special goodbye boy” for the next few days and he doesn’t wanna answer questions.

You asked him if he would like to piss on you in the bath. He rolled around on the ground, patting you on the head in the most patronizing way.

“Good, Mommy. Good. Yes!” Finally, he gets to mark you properly. On your knees, you opened your mouth. He turns bright red and rolls around some more. You are about to fetch the Doctor to see what’s wrong with him, “No. Not like that.”

Mommy is so damn kinky lately. You have been talking dirty to him for the past few days, making him melt into a mushy puddle. He can barely keep from cumming when you speak to him. It makes him too bashful to mark while looking into those stunning eyes.

He feels like he could drown in them. He knows he needs to do this, but he can’t with you looking at him. He moves you to piss on your back, forcing you on your hands and knees. The spray splashing and cascading down your body in golden droplets grips his heart. You winced when the warmth spread over your body, running down your arms and legs. 

He has a deep scent gland in his body that fills his urine with hormones to ward off predators and warn other males. You are finally allowing him to be the male of the household. His dead Mommy's would be so proud. Father would be jealous. He will go an tell them later. 

He is filled with anxiety, but he is so damn happy you are adequately marked. A fading love bite on your neck and his scent all over you. He was overjoyed that you are taking the relationship to the next level. Soon grubs, he thinks. 

After watching several videos on a maid café ‘innerweb’ site, he learned the proper way to seduce a mommy. Spiders are clever. He forced his antennae into a heart sharp along with his fingers.

“Love, mommy,” he rasped. You repeat his same motions, beaming because this exemplifies how sweet he can be.

“I love you too,” you say, kissing him. He makes one of those sharp insect chirps. Your heart jumps. Things have changed since the Doctor has come. He has been kinder, softening your heart towards him, “I’ll miss you.” You leave quickly before something else makes you want to stay.

You lay a towel down on your car seat. Before you get on the train, you find a bathhouse and clean up. Discarding the soil clothes. You open your cell and call Kai. He picks up immediately.

“How is my favorite patient feeling?” he asks hollowly. Like his soul, you think.

“Much better. I’m so excited. I’m on the train right now. See you in about three hours,” you force a cheerful exchange.

“Good. I will have a car waiting for you. See you soon,” Kai says, hanging up.

You shudder in fear. But after this, you won’t have to ever see or be a part of any of the yakuza again.

“Four days then I will be back with my Shiggy,” you whisper to yourself.

It was just him and Father. He turns to Dr. Tanaka, who is pointing one of those loud metal devices at him. Rotten things that bite at a distance.

“Do you know what this is?” She asked. He nods. He has been hunted by plenty of humans with them. He points to several old wounds that have scarred to puckering skin on himself, “Then let us not have to use this.”

He shrugs as he walks past her to find the teaching device. She watches him with strange interest when he returns, dropping the babydoll from his mouth in front of her. She picks it up, her analytical gaze roaming over it, then darts back to him. 

“What is this for?” Tanaka asks.

“Father teach,” he rasps, pointing to it and then to himself. Her brows knit in confusion at first before she pulls out a notepad and scribbles something.

“Isn’t this a mommy’s job?” She asked. He scoffed at her.

“Teach is always Father’s job. Now teach!” he hissed. He will pump her for information and lessons, then get rid of her before she is too big of a threat. He’s seen the videos. He doesn't like how Mommy talks about her. From now on, every human is a threat to his mate.

“Tell me exactly what fathers and mothers are supposed to do, and I will help you with this,” she says, poking the doll with a pen. Shigaraki hisses and spreads his wings threateningly.

“No poke grub! Useless father if can’t take job seriously. Fathers carry out Mother’s orders. They hunt and protect outside of nest. Provide for flock. Take grubs and teach them. Mommy protects nest. Nurture grubs. Discipline nest. Breed. In charge of destiny and future. Protect grubs from father. I no hurt grubs, though. I a good boy,” he answered.

“Your speech is getting better,” she says. Scribbling down what he said, “So if I understand correctly, then you don’t listen to your mommy because she is not allowed to teach you anything?”

He shakes his head violently. He would be willing to take instruction about the nest and mating. But you don’t seem to know about either of them. He didn’t think fitting in with city humans would be important.

But Second, Mommy left often and wouldn't let him breed. It didn't seem to matter. You leave too often. He can’t keep you at the nest, so he needs to learn. He can’t bring himself to ask you. He's already insecure. He didn’t want to admit his father didn’t teach him that.

“She young like grub, too. Don’t know better. Sense seems dull about forest. Mommy can…can …knows city. Knows humans,” he tried to explain.

“What danger?” She asked cautiously.

Shigaraki tsks. Mommy has heard them, but she is still foolish about it. Father should know. He grabs her arms and walks her to the porch. Reaches for the handle of the gun in her waistband. She knows what those hands can do now. It wasn’t necessary because he released her. He produced a horrid screeching roar. The response was instant. The sound of beasts was unlike anything she had ever heard.

“What the hell was that?” her voice wobbled.

“Danger,” he said.

Mommy was late coming home. He had been very good. Getting as much information from father. They watched videos together when she didn’t know something. Which seemed to be anything about grubs. Annoying!

“Why is it important to know this?” she asked him.

“In case one dies. Need to be both,” he growled. Mommy already seems to be able to hunt, feeling like he was going mad trying to change the diaper on the doll without decaying it. Something strange crossed her face.

“I’m sorry, that was my bad. I was frustrated. Let’s try this brand of diapers,” she mumbled.

Things were going well until the fourth night. You should have been home by now. The more time passed, the more depressed Shigaraki was. Tanaka repeatedly called but was not able to get through.

The second night without a call he threw a tantrum and crawled into a hole. She recoded his angry chittering. Stopped eating by the third night. She could have sworn she heard crying howls from the bedroom on the fourth night. He rarely came out. 

The Doctor didn’t mind. It was hard to think with whatever was out there watching and waiting. She drank a lot. On the fifth night, he drooped down the stairs to join Tanaka in drinking. Dragging himself to the straw that Tanka put in the bottle of bourbon for him like a boneless worm. Tanaka was feeling sentimental. 

“Doctor Tanaka, I always liked the sound of that. Always had prestige. For ten years, I worked at a pet cloning clinic. Poor things had to be monitored like crazy. They almost always got defects. I should have been monitoring my own health. But it was good money. I mean, just look at that picture,” Tanaka said, waving to the massive flat screen. Shigaraki agreed with Father. Not that he understood what she was saying, but he did like the new TV. He learned that today. TV.

“Hey, I’ve asked this before, but what does ‘big boy time mean?” She asked when Shigaraki was nice and buzzed. She has an idea but wants to be sure. His crimson eyes regard her before he pulls out the cellphone he lifted from her and plays a video. It took several moments before her sluggish brain registered what she was seeing. She pauses the porn.

“Oh, you brat. I will buy you your own phone. Quit stealing mine. This video is not for you. Now that I know, I will be sure to give you guys privacy. I really should find out if you are a human. Although I must ask. If my role is Father, and hers is mother, wouldn’t this be a form of incest or at the least a conflict in your social structure?”

“What incest?” He asked. He’s sure he knows conflict means fighting.

“Sleeping with family. The people you are born from and with. That tends to cause problems. Physically and within the family structure,” She stated. Shigaraki thought about this carefully.

“Yes. Causes conflicts. Often male grub is killed by Father. Mommy's role is most important. Protects grubs. Father to teach,” He rasped.

Tanaka took notes. She has more questions, but they are for later. Shigaraki was curious. He has watched the mating several times and knows one of the lovers was new father. He tapped her arm to get her attention. He taps the phone, then her chest, then his own.

It took a moment. She nodded and chuckled without joy.

“You are wondering why I don’t look like that anymore?” She asked. He nodded cautiously. She sighs and stares at herself on the phone. She takes another sip of her beer before talking about it, “Remember what I said about the clone dogs. Well, I got very sick, lost weight, lost my chest, lost being able to make babies. The last one wasn’t that big of a deal. I can always adopt or find a partner. I always preferred animals.”

Shigaraki drooped, quivering in anxiety. He thinks he knows what the sickness was. He watched his sweet second Mommy slowly die from it helpless.

“Cancer?” he asked. She nodded.  

“What kind of expression is that? Don’t worry. I survived. But I won’t pretend it didn’t change things for me. Although, I have always looked androgynous before the double mastectomy,” she said, lightly touching her chest with a distant look. He whimpered. The flannel shirt highlighted a rugged scar of flesh hidden underneath. He knows all about pain and scars. He had been thinking of her as ‘the flat-chested female.’ He had committed a slight, whether she knew it or not. He will stop that. She has already been injured enough. He can smell she is on the verge of tears. It killed his blood lust, but he still had to get something out of the way for him to continue. He growled at her.

“Handsome! Beautiful! Smart!” he snarled. She looked at him with wide eyes. Unable to wrap her mind around it, “Mommy thought handsome. Pretty. Dashing. Young. Smart! Mommy kept going on and on. I could smell it. I no like. My mommy!” he warned.

He could not pay her a direct compliment without offending his Mommy. Even if you are not here, that is something he can’t do. It took her a moment before she started laughing. You had only said a few of those things, but he could tell it made her feel a little better. 

“I am pretty handsome. Stunning even. Your Mommy has good taste. Don’t worry. I’m not interested in her that way. Doubt she is interested in me that way. She is all yours, and it sounds like she loves you back. When I saw this place, I fell in love. This is the exact place I dreamed of spending my last days. I like you and your Mommy. Do you think it would be ok if I stuck around for a while?” She asked him.

He feels strange. She had reminded him of his father with her cold domineering attitude. But she is not like him at all. His father saw him as a threat that would eventually have to be put down. When that day came, it was him that survived.

He was worried he would have to kill this one at some point too. But this one is no threat to him. Father was sick, and he felt a need to step up for her too. He nudges his head under her hand. If she accepts it, he will just think of her as family, a part of his flock. His father.  

“Stay. Stay as Father. I will protect when I am father. You can be member of flock,” he promised. She smiled. You were right. He had his surprisingly tender moments. And incredibly soft fur…..she needs to ask for a sample later. She strokes his fur, and he purrs like a cat. Fascinating.

“That will be nice. Now we must ask your Mommy properly. So, I’m father, huh? Are you already trying to take my title? It’s starting to grow on me. I liked Doctor the same way. You practice with the baby doll while I make a call,” Tanaka said.

She doesn’t want to be out on the porch at all. Not with what is lurking in the woods. But she doesn’t want to ruin the touching moment they just had. She had been delaying this call for other reasons. Dr. Tanaka is sure she already knows he’s a human who survived the meta purge. If that is the case, then you are right. It’s a deep secret he can’t be shared with others. Tanaka is thinking as the cell rings. She was not expecting the hostile greeting.

“Dammit, Tanaka! What have you gotten me into! Fuck you! Never ask me for anything ever again!”

“Nice hearing from you too. How have you been, La Brava?” Tanka asks stiffly.

“Stressed and afraid for my life. That blood popped up on the blacklist. I’ve been awake for three days covering my tracks,” La Brava groans.

“Ok, what blacklist? What is happening?” Tanaka asks.

“The DNA did show up on a missing person report. A missing child Called Tenko Shimura. However, when I looked into the name to find the family discreetly, I fell into a rabbit hole of government experiments and cover-ups. I followed the trial of two people who filed the report. A man who just calls himself Shigaraki and another called Dr. Ujiko. I couldn’t find anything on Shigaraki other than he worked with Ujiko on several government projects. I kept going and discovered something so insane it’s deadly. Do you really want to know?” La Brava asked.

“Of course, can’t go back now. My friend and I are in it too deep, too,” She replied, shaking.

“A hundred years ago when quirks appeared. The government started rounding up certain quirks they believed they could advance and create super soldiers. The program evolved into treating humans like zoo animals in a habitat. About fifteen years ago, an incident happened at the facility. A big one. Of course, small ones of a few escaped captives and experiments happened over the years. But this one brought down a section so big over seventy experiments escaped. Including that boy who they suspect caused it. The craziest part. That Shigaraki guy and someone that looked like the Doctor is in pictures a hundred years old. That abandoned facility is only eighty-six kilometers from your current location,” La Brava said, almost breathless.

Tanaka's stomach feels like it is flipping. That info dump was filled with bad news. She looks in the window to see Shigaraki happily beating his wings at putting on a diaper correctly.

“That poor kid,” she tears up. With shaky hands, she pulls out her cigarettes. She has meant to quit. Cancer is no joke, but after the chemo and therapy, she never felt closer to death. She felt weak and lonely, like the joy in her died, pushing everyone away. She drank, smoked, and risked her life because she had no energy to screw around anymore. Fuck, her libido disappeared too. She kept the videos for nostalgia. 

“Are you still there? Because I haven’t even told you the worst part,” La Brava huffed.

“Yeah, I’m here and listening. How can it get worse?” She asked, inhaling deeply.

“Kai Chisaki was poking around four days ago. I’ve been so busy covering myself. I’m sorry, I should have called. He was asking questions about that lady you are living with. I caught him looking through my computer. I don’t think he saw anything. But this is too hot for me. Gentle and I are skipping town and heading to another district. After what I found out, I suggest the same,” She said swiftly and hung up.

Tanaka entered the house, consumed by worry and guilt. You had asked for discretion, and she had used the same hacker Kai used. Shigaraki shoves the baby in her face, proud of his accomplishment. Shigaraki suddenly became concerned. She is smoking the ‘cig’ second mommy called ‘cancer sticks,’ why the fuck is father risking her health?  

He snatched it from her and started to inhale. Antennae drooped as he controlled himself. He will not cough in front of his father. She jolted at the action. But it brought her back to the ground. She watches the Mothman inhale, turning green while everything on him wilts like a dying plant.

“Smoke often?” she giggles.

“Yes,” he hissed, “These are mine. Love,” He growled, quickly snatching them and adding more to his face. Tanaka couldn’t help but laugh at the cute deadly Mothman who was smoking an unlit pack in his mouth, except for one. She thinks she gets it now. Shigaraki is feral but tries with the right cues he’s been taught. It is really quite genius how he never needs reminders or things taught twice.

She almost cried again. Hard. Everything is hard surviving and trying to carve a life for yourself. At least since she had to put down an old dog. That one haunted her dreams as her owners told stories, and the nine-year-old girl wept in true loss.

A feeling she did not have herself since she was about the same age. She often thought if anyone would cry like that for her? When she determined that no one would, she gave up.

But now, watching this deadly monster making himself sick harden her resolve. She grits her jaw. Tanaka abruptly stood in her drunken state. Going to her van to loading ammo in her new shotgun. Along with the new tv, she got extra’s.

Shigaraki cocked his head at her. Unable to understand or predict her reactions. She held the shotgun to her destroyed chest. Hoping she looks cool and confident like the father she was expected to be in his eyes.

“We are going to save mommy,” she said. He fluttered in pure worship. Father was so amazing. Even when she turned her head to puke and asked him to help empty the van to make enough room for him and those ‘huge big ass wings.’

He is in awe. Father told him he might have to kill in the name of his precious Mommy.

He was excited and ready.  

chapter 4

[underthclight]

Bo snorted, but it wasn't a friendly one. It was dismissive as he started aimlessly flipping through channels, hoping he could redirect Liam's attention. "Making a man cum isn't art. You could breath on a guy's feet and he'd jizz everywhere. Stop being dramatic." He scolded, wishing he could go back thirty minutes and slap himself for bitchin' about his brother. Cause if he hadn't he wouldn't be quivering like a virgin at the thought of what sorta art Liam would make with him. How would somebody, somebody real enthusiastic and fun, make another somebody cum. He was squirming just thinking about it. Which didn't help ease his intense nerves.

"Liam!" He scolded, reaching for the remote, only for it to go flying across the room and leaving Bo with two options. One, he could get up and storm out, leaving Liam with their six packs and his turned off TV. Or he could try to gain some power back and make sure his blabbermouth friend kept his mouth shut.

He chose option two.

Huffing, he sat up straight on the couch as he chugged the last of his beer. "I'm not ashamed of nothing. I just like my head attached to my God damn body." He placed the bottle down on the coffee table with a soft bang. "And, yeah, I know it's okay. That's why I fuck 'em like I'm dying." He fell back against the couch with his arms crossed over his chest. He licked his lips."Cumming without the feelings is better. The less you know about the bag of bones in your bed, the more fun you have."

@underthclight subjected themselves to the idiot

"I'm not saying your brother sounds like he thinks women pee out of their vagina, but I'm also not NOT saying that." He muttered to Bo as if it were matter of fact.

[scenetocause]

have you seen his stream last night where he (jokingly but also not really) refers to lando as his ride or die? thoughts?

i did see this it caused me massive psychic damage. ficlet under the cut.

Are you gonna ride me then?

Max blinks at his phone. Surely Daniel's the cowboy enthusiast? Lando just likes eating way too much barbecue. He texts back why, are you a horse? and should've known he was walking into a joke about being hung like one, really.

You said I'm your ride or die and I don't want you to die

Like everything with Lando, it's sweet and bizarre in equal measure. And kind of annoying.

I'm not going to fucking die gets written and deleted. Don't tempt fate. He might ride Lando, though, when he gets back. When Max shoos his family out of the house so he can make zero excuses for why him and Lando are sharing a room and not worry about the sounds he makes when Lando's fucking into him. The ones Lando does when he's close to coming and Max can't get him to concentrate enough to keep him quiet with kissing, the way they whisper stupid stuff to each other afterwards and Lando presses up against Max's chest to draw patterns on his abs, usually with jizz.

He's not as slim as he was, is torn between enjoying being less petite and tormented by body consciousness most of the time but when Lando's lavishing him with attention and saying how much he likes it, nuzzling his nose into Max's stomach and kissing him there, trailing it down to his cock just to like, fuck around because Lando likes it, even if Max has just come. Just wants it in his mouth because he likes being everywhere on Max.

Lando really is his ride or die, is the thing. It's Lando or bust, no in betweens. He's ruined for other people, no matter how much he imagined himself having a wife he's not going to meet anyone he likes as much as Lando, let alone who gets him like Lando does, who Max can accept love and lavishing from. Who he can trust with his heart so completely.

He writes back get home soon, Bob and then I miss you and then doesn't stop himself from a third message saying feels like half of me's missing when you're away.

[vukovich]

Flavour- bittersweet, but not like a good bittersweet, like that cloyingly bittersweet expired grocery store cake is. Drug- the drug of love ❤️ (ecstasy). Relationship type- queerplatonic. Fetish- eyebrow fetish. Holiday- Purim. Drink-gingerbread mountain dew (as seen on @secondbeatsongs’s blog). Type of building- JCC (Jewish Community Centre, there’s one everywhere in North America, basically)

Can We Be People?

Draco sucked the sour-spit remnants of too many cocktails out of his teeth and surveyed the empty flat through wavering eyes. Dawn was breaking, and Harry's bedroom was empty. That wasn't right.

Draco stood in the middle of their living room, pants stuck to his arse with no less than three blokes' jizz, and wondered if he was sober enough to Apparate, but then remembered that was how he'd gotten here. For lack of anything better to do, he fished a tab of molly out of his pocket, bit through the wand-shaped score down the middle, and crushed it against the back of his front teeth. He sucked on the bittersweet grit until it dissolved, then slipped the other half back in his pocket for Harry. If he wanted it.

The first time he'd split one with Harry, he'd expected some kind of physical... something... between them. He hadn't expected the Saviour of the wizarding world to spend the evening shaving his legs, applying an obscene amount of lotion, then going to bed.

No matter. It was worth the ticket price to watch.

On impulse, he wound his magic tight around himself, gave it a yank, and Apparated with the sole thought of "Find Harry."

A split-second later, he stood in front of the Mitcham Jewish Family Centre. Why Harry felt the need to involve himself in a community so far out into the suburbs, Draco would never understand.

The crab apple trees were in bloom, their pink and white flowers beginning to open at the beckoning of another March morning. The building was a massive inverted diamond, the point covered in brown shingles on the outside, and inside, the peaked ceiling was made of rafters, sky lights at perplexing angles, and no less than four deflated balloons that no one could retrieve. Harry said it was designed by someone's hot shot architect nephew in the 70's, back when labor was nearly free and materials were cheap.

One side of the dark brown double-doors was propped open to the rear of the building, and Draco followed the cracked sidewalk to its threshold. He thought about announcing his arrival, but decided against it.

The building smelled like it had been steeped in old lady. Not in a bad way. It smelled like hundreds of meals, for thousands of people, through dozens of years. Vague food smells that bonded on a molecular level with the short pile of the drab carpet and the blue gym mats on the walls. He knew from previous visits that despite the acoustic insulation, the immense room was rarely quiet.

At dawn, though, its only inhabitant was a small man in dark jeans. He wore a grey hoodie under a black denim jacket, and stood at the center of a long line of folding tables. The only interesting thing about him was a silver eyebrow ring. The only sound was the snap of paper bags as he opened them, one by one, inserted a few sheets of paper, then smoothed them back down onto a pile.

He looked up, and his glasses caught a glare from a distant skylight above them.

"Hey," Harry said. His hands kept moving, opening brown paper lunch bags, inserting pamphlets or something, then folding them back down. "It's late. Or early. You alright?"

Draco nodded and stepped inside. He wasn't high. Not really. And he wasn't drunk. Anymore. But he was still good-fucked-up on loud music, a couple hard dicks, and sleep deprivation.

Draco wove between the dozens of tables with their taupe folding chairs, and pulled one out across from Harry, turned it around, and straddled it.

"You hungry?" Harry asked, hands picking up their rhythm again.

Draco folded his arms on the back of the chair and laid his head on them. He wasn't hungry. He wasn't much of anything. He was just... good. Fucked out, wrung dry, and watching Harry in his element.

He must have been quiet for too long, because Harry stopped again and quirked an eyebrow at him. His eyebrow ring caught the light, and Draco licked his lips.

The eyebrow thing... it was a minor thing.

It was mostly Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson's fault. Or it was Harry's fault. Or maybe Draco's. But it had started with movie nights.

Harry had taken Blaise's old room in Draco's flat after Blaise ran off with some bird from Canada, and Ginevra Weasley had run off with some bird named Pansy Calendula Parkinson. It was convenient, but Draco couldn't deny he'd hoped it would lead to something more than a flatmate situation between them.

He'd waited for Harry to date women. And after several months of living together, he hadn't. And so he'd waited for Harry to date men. And that hadn't happened. And he'd waited for Harry to date anyone, and that didn't come to fruition, either.

And so after six months of sharing a living room, bathroom, and kitchen, Draco asked him if he'd like to watch a movie. And it turned out that Harry Potter was far more interested in movies than dating. Which was fine, because Draco was far more interested in quick fucks and movies than he was in dating.

And then it turned out that while Harry liked romcoms, he didn't especially like the scenes that took place in a bedroom. And Draco liked films that were just three degrees of artistic license away from being porn, which only happened a few times, because Harry excused himself to the bathroom and didn't come back. The worst of which was the time Draco had chosen Shame, and when Michael Fassbender was in the back room of a club losing his religion, Harry had whispered "Is this what you do when you go out?" and Draco hadn't had the confidence to say "Ideally." Harry had left to make a pan of brownies, and after he went to bed, Draco went to a bar.

And so they worked out a system, despite never speaking about it, where when it was Harry's turn to choose the film, he'd pick a romance movie, and Draco would snuggle up to him on the couch. And by the time the sex scene started, Draco would have his head on a throw pillow on Harry's lap, pretending to be asleep. And without fail, Harry would fast forward through the sex scene, and Draco would pretend to not notice, which was fine, because the sex looked boring and over-emotional, anyway.

And when it was Draco's turn to pick the movie, he couldn't deny wanting to watch something that would make him have to tuck his feet under Harry's thigh to keep still, so he chose something from The Fast and the Furious anthology every single time, explosions and car chases being two things that two men of wildly differing appetites would both happily consume. But it led to Harry thinking Draco was genuinely a fan of the franchise.

For Draco's birthday, Harry bought him a vintage WWF poster of Dwayne Johnson and put it on the wall in Draco's bedroom. And because Draco exclusively wanked in his bedroom, under the watchful eyebrow of an oily, mostly naked Mr Johnson, he'd developed a bit of a thing for good eyebrows. A minor thing. But it was a thing.

Not that it was going to ever amount to anything tangible. Nor did he necessarily want it to, because his "situationship", as he'd started calling it in his head, with Harry was rather nice.

Draco went out once or twice a week trawling for dick and always found it. And afterward, he came home to Harry. On the nights he stayed home, they coexisted in close, amicable silence. Movies, pizza, co-mingled laundry. Not once had he met a man at a bar and wanted to bring him back to the flat and ruin that sanctuary.

Draco licked his lips and rolled his chin back and forth on his forearms. "What're you doing?" he asked.

One corner of Harry's lips lifted in a smile. "Just stuffing the lunch bags for later today."

"You're feeding people paper?"

Harry held up a tri-fold pamphlet about the Centre and shook his head. "The old lady brigade will be here later to put the food in. I'm just putting the newsletters and calendars inside first, so they don't have to."

Draco hummed, then sighed. Folding chairs were meant to be straddled backwards. "Whose lunches?"

Harry licked his thumb and opened another brown paper lunch bag. "Whoever requests them. I guess it started out as a charity effort, back during the war-" Harry stopped and pushed his glasses up. "World War II, for widows and shut-ins and the like, but then people started giving donations, so now it's more of a Purim fundraiser."

Draco nuzzled his bare arms and hummed for Harry to continue.

"Guess where I get to take some of them."

"Mmm..." Draco hummed against his arms, then lifted his head. "Diagon Alley."

"Close," Harry said. "Hogwarts. Anthony wanted one sent to his son, and then I guess his kid's friends wanted lunches, too, so I'm making a trip up today."

Draco rubbed his lips against his arms and thought about full-on kissing his own skin. He inhaled a deep breath, rolling the scent of sweat in the back of his mouth. "What's in the lunches?"

Harry's eyes lit up. "Depends on whether you're a Hogwarts student or not." He waited for Draco to reply, but not for long. "Corned beef sandwich on rye, crisps, a pickle. But a treat if you're a Hogwarts student."

"Mmm? What's the treat?" Draco hoped it was something chewy.

Harry's eyes darted back and forth across the vast, empty room that smelled like sweet tomato sauce and basketballs. "A can of gingerbread Mountain Dew," he said with mischievous glee.

"That's..." Draco drew a long breath through his nose and wondered if he could pull Harry's hoodie's strings tight enough to just seal him in that sweatshirt to preserve him forever. "...adorable."

"It's cool," Harry retorted.

"Mm hm."

Harry's eyebrows were raised to points, one bisected by a scar, and the other decorated with a delicate silver hoop, and was this love?

Draco pressed his eyes against his forearm. Was this love?

Half a tab wasn't enough to fuck him up this much, and it wasn't the first time he'd asked himself this question.

Was it love?

His mouth still tasted like pills, his arse was still pasted with cum, and here he was, in an empty room at dawn, watching the man he lived with plot a hostile caffeinated takeover of the Hufflepuff common room.

It was more than friendship. But it wasn't the kind of relationship in Harry's movies. It would never be flowers and chocolates, or confessions in driving rain. But Harry was more than his friend. More than his flatmate.

Harry was his person. For lack of a better term. The person he came home to. The person who was home, wherever they actually were. The person who stroked his hair through boring movies, and rubbed his feet without asking.

More than flatmates, though there was the ticking timebomb of a lease. In a few months, it was feasible Harry would move out. Maybe Draco would get a new flatmate, but that person wouldn't be his person. Not the way Harry was, though maybe Harry didn't know it.

"Can we be people?" Draco mumbled against his forearms.

"What?" The rustle of paper bags hushed to a stop.

Fuck.

"Can we..." Draco reviewed his words and sucked on his tongue for a moment. "Can we be each other's, like... person?"

"What?"

He could hear the lift in Harry's eyebrows.

"Like, if I needed something. Or I just needed somebody. You're my..." Draco glanced up at Harry, but only briefly. "You're just, like... my person. And I could be yours?"

Harry tilted his head. He bit the inside of his lip, then his face softened. "Yeah. Yeah, okay."

"Cool." Draco rolled spit around in his mouth, then swallowed it and wondered how much of what he wanted was the molly, and how much was just him being right with the world. "Can I sleep with you when we get home?"

The long pause made Draco shut his eyes and dread Harry's response.

"What?" Harry asked softly.

"Not..." Draco started with a wince, "not like that. Like... like we do on movie nights... still at night... but without the movie."

"Oh..." Harry licked his thumb and opened a brown paper bag. A mocking grin spread across his face. "Are you trying to cuddle your way into my bed?"

"Yes! Cuddle!" Draco blurted. "God, yes!"

Harry chuckled and patted the stack of folded paper bags. "Yeah, alright."

Draco buried his face in his forearms to hide his grin. "Cool."

[cherrydreamer]

Hayfever My entry for Day 13 of the HarringroveApril challenge! It’s after Steve’s sneezed for what feels like the thirtieth time that afternoon that Billy offers up a disturbing pearl of wisdom.

"Didja know pollen is, like, plant sperm?”

He just puts it out there, lets it hang in the smoke-filled air as he takes a drag on the stubby joint, throat bobbing as he breathes out a series of smoke rings before he offers it to Steve, who waves it away, so Billy just shrugs, taking another drag while Steve puzzles over the words still ringing in his ears, trying to come up with some intelligent, well-formed response.

Instead, all he can offer is, “Huh?”

Billy snorts a laugh, releasing a plume of smoke like a dragon, "Plant sperm. All floating round in the air. All those flowers just...jizzing out everywhere and hopin’ to splurt it onto a girl plant."

"Bill, I’m not sure that-'' Steve starts, but Billy keeps talking as he leans over to stub out the joint in the soil of the dying ficus beside him, “But instead it gets on people. In people. People like you, Stevie-boy and it makes ‘em sneeze.” 

He looks down at Steve, lying stretched across the couch with his head in Billy’s lap, and taps lightly on his poor, red nose, 

“Horny plants did that,” Billy grins, “Made you all gross.”

Steve scowls, turning to rub his still running nose on Billy’s jeans. Scowling even more when Billy doesn’t even seem to care and just presses his thumb down to smush Steve’s pouting lips, “It’s cause you’re so pretty, baby. Pretty as a flower. Prettier. Can’t really blame ‘em.”

It's the kind of utter sappy sweetness that Steve would normally lap up, but this time he's too preoccupied, his mind still racing with all the new knowledge and its terrifying implications, “Bills, Have I really-? I don’t want like...daisy cum up my nose.”

“Your body don't really want it either, ‘s why you keep sneezing. It's tryna like...push it back out. Billy nods sagely, “‘S why your eyes are all red and watery too.”

Steve gasps in horror, almost headbutting Billy with how quickly he sits up and wipes at his face, “It’s in my eyes? Bill. I don’t. I don’t want it in my eyes.”

“Too late, Stevie, too late,” Billy clucks his tongue and drops his voice to a purr, “You’re covered in it. Absolutely dripping," Billy starts to stroke his hands on Steve's bare thighs, pushing the legs of his shorts up and revealing even more creamy skin, "Like some filthy little-”

He rears back when Steve sneezes right in his face, "Ugh!"

"Sorry!" Steve sneezes again, three times in succession, leaving him red-faced, snotty and with a miserable look in his eyes, 

Billy reaches out for him again, but Steve shakes his head, holding up a warning finger before he sneezes another couple of times.

"It's really bothering you today, huh baby?" Billy's tone is soft, sympathetic, and Steve nods,

"Yesh," It comes out thick, mucusy. Utterly pathetic.

"Hmm. Think it might be startin' to bother me now too. Cause 's'not fair, all those flowers getting a hard on for my boyfriend and I can't get a look in."

"'m sorry, Bill," Steve sniffs, making some horrific hacking noise in the back of his throat, and Billy pats his leg again, stretching his hand over Steve's thigh and squeezing,

"Not your fault darlin', it's those dumb plants." He thinks for a minute, and then a wicked smirk crosses his face, "So I'm gonna make 'em pay. Not gonna be cuckolded by some fucking...daisies. Time to give 'em a taste of their own medicine."

Billy grabs at his crotch with a wink, heading towards the door to the backyard, and Steve just groans, head lolling back on the couch, "Bill, don't piss on the flowers."

"Who said anything about pissing, baby? Now come on, this'll go a lot quicker if I have a helping hand." 

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Withheld {One-Shot}***

Chris Evans x Reader

Warning: Some Fluff, NSFW, SMUT, Slight Angst, Lots Of Words

Words: 5.7k

Note: I had a hard time coming up with something that reader, Y/N would be pissed about without bringing some angst. I began writing this at 6am, so this is what my brain came up with. I hope you all enjoy it.

***Loosely Edited/Proofread***

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“Jesus, I can’t wait to see you. it’s been way too long.”

 You smiled as you stared at him on the FaceTime call. You loved being able to hear how much he missed you. he didn’t need to say the actual words, you could tell.

 “I know, six weeks is a long time.”

 On the screen you watched as Chris stretched like a preening cat across your bed. You couldn’t wait to trail your fingers across his chest and play with his chest hair. It had become an unconscious thing you did whenever cuddled in bed together.

 “Remember that pact we made early on when we got married?”

A smirk spread across your face because you knew just what he was talking about. “And what pact is that husband?”

 “Oh you know out after hours vows. Never go to bed angry, never fight about stupid things even if I’m being really stupid.”

 “Never leave the other without a kiss, never go more than four hours without a call or text,” you continued.

 “Uh-huh, keep going.” Chris was now smiling widely showing off every perfect tooth in his perfect mouth. No wonder this man was a movie star and lusted after by nearly ninety-eight percent of the human population.

 “No, you seem to know what you want to get to. By all means husband.”

 “Never go more than three weeks without making love,” Chris finished.

 You nodded knowing this was the vow he meant. you remembered making it. You were two bleary-eyed love drunk fools standing in a tree light beach cottage in Nantucket that was filled with red roses and white lilies of the valley and candles. You both were so disgustingly happy and enamored with each other that you didn’t care that you’d waited the last six weeks to make love hoping to make your wedding night even more special or the fact that you were both more than ready to end that love drought. All you cared about was holding hands and gazing into each other’s eyes to say even more vows, vows that were all unique that held a deeper meaning for the two of you.

 “Did I lose you?”

 You snapped out of your memories and focused back onto Chris. “Sorry, I was back in Nantucket.”

 Chris smiled widely and sighed. “I’m in Nantucket every night and for the better part of my days.”

 “I love you, Evans.” It was the only possible thing you could say. The way he smiled at you made your stomach flutter. After all these years, you were still madly in love with him.

 “I love you more, Evans.”

 The two of you spent the next forty minutes just talking and staring at each other like the two love drunk fools you were the night of your wedding.

  -Four Day Later-

 After working your ass off and rearranging the rest of your obligations you were able to shave off six days of your time away. Unbeknownst to Chris, you were thirty minutes from home and more than ready to show him just how much you’d missed him. Needing a way to contain your anxious energy you finished answering emails and messages to keep yourself busy. When you got home you saw Chris’ car in the roundabout driveway which only increased your excitement.

 After thanking your driver, you quietly climbed the stairs leaving your bags in the foyer. Your only thought was surprising your husband and wrapping your arms and legs around his body. You could almost feel the tightness of his grip around your body. You missed the cocooning warmth and safety you always felt. As you came upon your bedroom door you expected to see him sprawled across the bed with his laptop across his lap. You were disappointed when you found the bedroom empty—he wasn’t there.

 For the next five or so minutes, you searched your seven-bedroom, nine bath home for the love of your life but everywhere you checked you came up empty handed. By the time you thought to check his office, you were already more than a little antsy. The closer you got to the door you could hear sounds from behind it. unable to make it out you stopped in front of it. it was then you heard loud animated moans and cursing. It didn’t take long for those moans to pick up in volume and intensity. You couldn’t believe this.  

 You nearly busted down the door from a mixture of excitement, curiosity, and disbelief. As you opened the door and stood in the doorway you saw just what your husband was up to at three in the afternoon. Chris was in a reclining position at his desk, but he was not directly behind it, he was angled diagonally which gave you a full view of what was happening. The moans intensified in the way a performing porn actress would carry on and there was Chris with his head tilted back, eyes shut, mouth ajar just going at it.

 You stood there and watched with a clenched jaw. This would have been sexy as hell under any other circumstance, but the current circumstances were less than ideal. Chris’ moans and whimpers overcast those of the porn stars he was watching, and you watched on as he bit his bottom lip and sped his hand. He was close, you knew all his tells. 

Sure enough, you watched him shoot stream after stream into the air only for it to come splattering back down onto his fisted hand and navy-blue polo shirt. His grunts were staggered as he arched his back from his chair. Thirty seconds in and he was still coming. Chris released a long groan while squeezing his length as he stroked up. His eyes opened and it was then he jumped and lurched forward in complete and utter shock from the recycling diagonal position he was in.  

 “Y/N,” Chris yelped out as he frantically reached for the iPad that was on the desk.

 It should have been an amusing sight, him, pants mid-thigh, dick poking straight out like a lightsaber, hands covered in white jizz that also decorated his shirt, but it was not amusing. You were pissed. You’d just caught your husband watching porn and jerking off.

 “Baby--,” Chris began with a look on his face that spoke of shame, embarrassment, and regret.

 “Save it, Christopher!”

 You spun on your heels and walked back down the hall you’d just came from.

 “Y/N, wait. Ouch! Fuck!” You heard a loud bang, things falling and rustling as you made your way up the stairs to your bedroom not caring if he’d seriously hurt himself. He could handle it himself.

 When you made it to the room, you stripped and made your way into the shower. The flight was a long one and you needed to release some newly added stress. A few minutes into your shower in came Chris.

 “Baby,” he began. You felt the breeze when he opened the shower door and you glared at him.

 “Get out.”

 “What? Come on, don’t be that way.”

 “Get out Christopher!” For emphasis, you elbowed him in his rib. Chris groaned and staggered back making the shower door bang shut. You ignored him and continued to take your shower.

 “Darlin’—I missed you.”

 “Whatever! Try saying that when you’re not wearing your Scarlet letter all across the front of your shirt,” you speared at him. Chris looked at the front of his shirt to see the speckled spots of half dried come.

 “Shit.” With that, he was out of the bathroom. Rolling your eyes, you practiced your meditation breathing. This man was going to make you go off.

 After barely two minutes he was back in a fresh white tee. “Baby look, I’m sorry. I was missing you something terrible and I kept thinking about you and before I knew it I was hard and wanting you. I don’t even know what happened.”

 “What happened was you decided to search through a porn site and watch porn to jerk off to. That is what happened Christopher. Remember those after hour vows that you brought up a few days ago?”

Chris hung his head. He remembered very well. “Y/N--.”

 “No. It was you who brought it up, you vowed neither of us would turn to porn for anything, that we would turn to each other. Why else did we make those random videos?! You decided to say fuck that and turn to some other woman who is acting. You had our videos!”

 “Fuck! I know, I didn’t think baby. I just—.” He stuttered as if he couldn’t find the right words, or he didn’t know what to say. After a few tries, he sighed out and hung his head again. “I’m sorry.”

 “Get out! You know how I feel about porn. Get out!” The second time you shouted louder. He didn’t protest at all; he simply turned and gave you your wish.

 In all your years married you’d never watched porn. There was a once in a blue moon you watched it together when you were dating as a means for foreplay, but it quickly faded when you began to feel a little weird about it wondering if he was more turned on by the women he saw or if it was you who did the trick. After a heartfelt chat, he agreed without hesitation to cut it out completely while reassuring you that you were the source of all his desire and arousal. Not only had he watched it just now, but you’d watched him find his release from it. Not you. As far as you were concerned you were rightfully and justifiably angry.

 You stayed in the shower longer than you normally would have. By the time you came out, it was a little after six. You were hoping Chris wasn’t in the room when you came out and were relieved when you got your wish. You wanted to just go to sleep but hunger prevented it. As you were about to walk out to find some food, Chris walked in carrying bags from your favorite restaurant. 

“I got dinner. I was planning on cooking for you when you got back but I wasn’t prepared tonight.”

 “Clearly you had a one-track mind.” Chris sighed but didn’t respond to your snide remark.

 Instead, he put the bags down and began piling the containers of food onto the bed. The smells that filled the room were delectable. Your mouth watered from the scent of the garlic and basil. If it wasn’t for that you would have walked off, but you were not a fool to ignore your favorites. You went over to your side of the bed, got comfortable and dug in. Chris knew you were pissed so he didn’t bother making small talk though you knew it killed him. 

You knew he wanted to talk about your trip and fall back into the comfortable groove that you always resided in. When he allowed you to pick show after show, you knew he felt the gravity of his mistake. Still, you didn’t speak, didn’t attempt to console him or even unburden him with the blessing of your forgiveness. You decided you’d let him suffer.

 By the time one rolled around you ignored him some more and turned your back to go to sleep. His sigh was a heavy one and if you were nicer you may have said good night, but you didn’t give a shit about pleasantries.

 “Baby,” Chris began as he shifted his body in the bed. You could tell he now faced you on his side.

 “Leave me alone before I make you sleep in the guest room, Christopher.”

 His response was a mixture of a deflated sigh and a frustrated groan but he didn’t protest. He knew better than to push you closer to the edge.

 The next day was not a normal day in your household. Normally you’d have a loved up breakfast in bed and then a steamy shower before you separated for the day if you both had work to do, or you’d lounge in the house together never being more then a few feet apart. That was not the case. you went about your business in your office while Chris kept clear of you. any attempt he made your response was dullness. You didn’t reciprocate or encourage; it was simple appeasement.

 He brought you your favorite breakfast, you didn’t acknowledge him when he came in. He brought you lunch, again you ignored him. He tried to make small talk you busied yourself. Through it all, he didn’t give up or slink away except to lick his wounds only to return again to continued trying. You were impressed but still not amused. So the day passed with minimal conversation between you unless it was about work or the household.

 “So you’re just going to ignore me now?”

 Something in his voice made you look up to acknowledge him. You didn’t even realize the sun had set or that he wore one of your favorite colors on him. Chris had an expectant look on his face that somehow still showed his timidness.

 “We haven’t seen each other physically in weeks, almost two months and you’re just going to ignore me? I let it go last night and most of today but come on, Y/N. We have to talk. We promised we wouldn’t go to bed angry.”

 Taking a slow deep breath, you leaned back in your chair. “I’m not angry.”

 “The hell you’re not. You walked in on me jerking off to porn. You’re angry.”

 “Glad you’ve entered the admittance stage of your shame, but nope, not angry.”

 Chris rolled his eyes then crossed his arms. It was the truth, you weren’t angry. You were pissed. He stared you down as if he expected you to quake underneath the penetration of his sky blue eyes.

 “I just find it funny how you’re not okay with me breaking a vow but you’re pretty glib when you do it.”

 “I’m sorry, okay. I fucked up. I didn’t plan it and I honestly don’t know how I ended up on the site anyway. I didn’t do it to hurt you or even give it any deep thought. It was a muscle reaction,” Chris explained.

 “So it’s a muscle reaction to go searching for other naked women rather than scroll through your library for pictures and videos of the one you married?”

 He walked inside and perched at the edge of your desk then leaned to you taking your hand in his much larger one. He didn’t speak for a few moments, both of you realizing this was the first time you’d touched in weeks. Everything in you wanted to melt into him and fall back into place and from the look on his face, you could tell he wanted the same thing.

 “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I never want to hurt you. tell me you believe that, princess.”

 “Of course I know you don’t want to hurt me, Chris. Just because you don’t want to do something doesn’t mean you haven’t hurt me though.”

 He nodded fully understanding and accepting it. “I don’t want any of that I swear to you. None of them do it for me. You know that. I just--.”

 “Needed something different, someone, different?”

 “No. God, no. I like what I have—I love what I have. I don’t need anything different. How can I when we’re always changing things up. I want you and you alone.”

 You studied him and searched his eyes for any hint of a lie. You didn’t find one, but it didn’t make everything okay.

 “I know that doesn’t make everything okay,” Chris spoke as if he read your mind.

 “Let me make it up to you.” He pulled your hand, rolling you to him. “Please.” Chris brought his lips to you and you were powerless to move or stop him, so you allowed him to kiss you, allowed him to tease your lips and your tongue and make your belly do somersaults. You quickly lost yourself and began to give in. when you felt his hand on your thigh you rolled back away from him.

 “I have work to do.” Focusing back onto your laptop and what you were doing before he came in you forced yourself to keep your eyes straight ahead and not on him. After almost a minute he stood and walked out without another word.

Over the next few days, Chris didn’t stop his attempts to get closer or remedy the wrong he’d done. He was ever the attentive husband and the caring partner. He cooked every night if he could, left you sweet notes around the house that spoke of what he loved about you or how much he loved you. he also never stopped trying to get physically closer. 

By the middle of the week, he’d upped his game from sweet kisses on your forehead, cheek, and lips to deep soulful kisses out of the blue. Now he was up to backing you onto any nearby wall, pressing his body against yours and trying to kiss the breath from your lungs. He was doing a damn good job with tempting you but still, you refused every advance he made before it got anywhere close to sex.

 If his hand roamed your body you pulled it away, if you felt his arousal you walked away. At night when you went to sleep every time he cuddled closer you got up and went to the bathroom only to come back with your body pillow. When you realized it was an automatic deterrent you began sleeping with it every night to Chris’ dismay. By Thursday it was amusing the tactics he deployed. He was motivated and determined, and every rejection and refusal only made him even more so.

 You weren’t angry anymore; it had drastically reduced over the week. The more discomfort you saw Chris in the more amusement it brought you. A punishment was not supposed to be enjoyable. You wondered how long he’d go without bringing it up because you knew he’d realized you were refusing him on purpose as a punishment. He still had yet to bring it up even though you knew for a fact he’d taken several cold showers because of his arousal.

 The night you walked in on him in the shower, you saw the extent of his discomfort. He was standing under the stream of cold water with an evident hard-on and his head hung, and shoulders slumped. His junk wasn’t blue per se but it definitely didn’t look normal. Instantly, you felt horrible. When he turned and your eyes met you opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out. You walked out of the bathroom instead.

 Almost an hour later Chris came out with a towel wrapped around his waist only to disappear again out of the bedroom door. When he came back he was dressed and walking slower with his legs in a wider stance. As he settled beside you, you fought off the urge to snicker.

 “Are you okay?”

 “Fine.” His answer was terse and a complete lie.

 “I saw you in the shower, Chris.”

 “If you saw me in the shower then you know how I am. You bringing it up now is not an inquiry about my wellbeing it is spite and for your own amusement.”

 He was right. Damn it, you thought. You hated that he knew you so well.

 “A week, Y/N. A week and you’ve been pushing me away every chance you get. No matter what I do or what I say. I’m losing my mind here and you don’t seem to even care.” As he spoke you could see the uneasiness rising up in him, he’d reached his breaking point. You didn’t speak as he continued to rant, you just let him get it all out.

 After almost five minutes he was silent again with a clenched jaw and his hands cupping his junk. He looked so sad like he’d lost his best friend and wanted revenge for it.

 “So—was the porn and nut worth it?” the look he gave you was filled with so much aggression you just had to laugh. It was meant to be a small little giggle, but it came out as a full on obnoxious holler that turned into a cackle with you wiggling your legs in the air. Chris grunted loudly and began rising from the bed. Normally it would have been a quick action but tonight it was a strategic multi- step maneuver that only made you laugh louder. He was not amused. He walked out of the bedroom with your laughter still lingering in the air.

 By Saturday you were ready to end his punishment because though it was one for him it was also one for you. You were struggling too; you were in pain. It had now been eight weeks since you were together, and you were tired of waiting. Chris was gone for morning and most of the afternoon visiting his family and a couple friends. He didn’t ask you if you wanted to go with him, no doubt needing time away from you. You weren’t bothered by it because it gave you time to get yourself ready and make it a night for him to remember.

 After running some errands and picking up ingredients for dinner and come candles and novelty items you returned home to begin prep seduction night. By three he hadn’t returned yet which gave you even more time to get yourself together. Six rolled around and Chris was still not home, it was then you called him, a call he didn’t answer so you texted. Ten minutes went by without a response and your mood was quickly souring.

 When you saw his headlights light up your roundabout driveway you’d finished cooking and prepping had opened a bottle of wine and were on your third glass and had been waiting for almost forty minutes. You were annoyed especially since the only response he’d sent to you via text was “soon.” When you asked when he would be home, his answer was “soon”. When you asked if he was almost home, he sent “soon”. You were ready to throw your phone from frustration.

 You heard the front door open and then heard it slam shut forcefully and that was the last straw. “This is soon, Christopher!”

 As you spun around to confront him, you only saw his face momentarily before he threw you over his shoulder. You squealed but didn’t have enough time to react before he was throwing you across the kitchen island right onto your back.

 “What the hell are you doing!”

 “I realized; I’ve been approaching this all wrong. Normally when you have an attitude and start acting like a brat as you’ve been doing for the last few days I respond differently. I’ve been tiptoeing and being submissive. I am not submissive, Y/N. I’ve been doing the opposite of what I should have been doing.” His voice was deep and completely dominating.

 “Which is what, throwing me across a counter?”

 “No, fucking it out of you.” Your jaw dropped. Holy hell, you thought. He’d truly reached his breaking point; this was it and you were fucked.

 “Chris--.” It was a warning, a warning you hoped would deter him from doing what every fiber of his being was telling him to do. Your warning did absolutely nothing. Using his thighs, he pushed your already parted legs further apart while using his hands to pin yours to the island. You recognized the look in his eyes you hadn’t seen it in a while. He was tired of your games, your teasing, your torture, and your neglect.

 For the first time Chris looked over your body and noticed the silk floral robe you wore that was practically falling off of you already. It was then he realized you were fully naked. “On the drive here, I thought about making this torturous for you, going so slow you’d feel my pain of seven days plus the six weeks before. I thought about new ways to deprive you of the release I know you desperately want. I came up with quite a few things, but I’ve changed my mind. Slow isn’t enough of a punishment. Instead, I think the opposite will do quite well.” His smirk was devious, but it didn’t scare you. You knew he would never physically hurt you or do anything you didn’t want. You were that in tune.

 Chris let your wrists go then took one step back. “On your knees, Y/N and I dare you to talk back.” Despite every instinct telling you to do it and see what he does, you knew it wasn’t a good idea. The ho in you wanted to act out and get crippled, the practical you knew you had to walk tomorrow. You slipped off the counter and dropped to your knees before him. you could see his need urgently pressing against his jeans. After a few moments, you peeked up at him.

 “This isn’t your first time Y/N, don’t act like you don’t know what to do.”

 You bit your bottom lip and slowly began undoing his jeans. You weren’t doing it to tease him, you were honestly nervous right now. It was always a dicey game of punishing your husband, especially in a way by with-holding sex. The outcome could have been a nice roll in the hay afterward or a downright back breaking night. It looked like you were in for the latter. Once he was free his groan was deep and strangled. All along his shaft and balls, there were violent looking purplish veins. You couldn’t stop your grimace.

 “Looks painful, right? Interesting that a married man would get blue balls, especially deliberate blue balls from his wife.”

 You couldn’t stop the retort before it slipped out, “So I guess jerking off to porn wasn’t worth it after all. I’d say said married man deserved everything he got from said wife, blue balls included.” Chris’ lips smiled but his eyes darkened. Before you knew it he was pulling you to your feet before he pushed you into the island bending you over so your ass was poking right out for him.

 “That’s fair. Just remember seven is the lucky number and since you love it so much, blue balls is the magic word,” Chris sneered into your ear. You could feel the weight of him as he hunched over you and used his fingers to circle your opening. He growled then.

 “You’re soaking wet already. Who were you really punishing sweetheart, me or you?” You refused to answer that, you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. “It’s okay, I already know.” There was no warning before he slowly sank into you. For the first few inches, it was painfully slow until he slammed into you to the hilt pulling a screech from you.

 “Fuck!” His shout echoed off the walls and shook you making your legs tremble.

 Chris didn’t bother giving you a moment to adjust, you really didn’t need it. You needed more but you were sure you couldn’t take what was coming. Chris set an early pace and it was fast, deep, and hard. Every snap forward of his hips had you grunting and lurching making your head snap back and forth. It didn’t take long before you were panting and moaning enjoying every second of the fuck you’d been dying for.

 Chris grabbed your arms and held them behind you angling your upper half up propelling him even deeper. “Fuck!”

 “Mmm, you feel this dick, Y/N? Do you feel it?” You nodded unable to find your voice. Chris continued delivering his brutal thrusts that made precise connection with your g-spot. You knew you were seconds from coming and you knew when you did your strength would go with it.

 “Shit, shit, shit! Oh god!”

 Chris began rotating his hip drilling his hardness against your walls and every crevice of you. A shiver broke free and brought with it your release that was a deafening scream and weakened limbs. Chris was there to hold you steady though. If you lived closer to people they might have called the police from thinking you were being murdered.

 “Oh my god, yes Chris! Fuck me! Don’t fucking stop!” He lifted one of your legs and plopped it onto the island giving him a new angle and an impossible depth that you were not prepared for. Jerking from him you gasped but he wasn’t having it. Chris held you in place and brought you to him by pulling your arms back.

 “Don’t run from this dick sweetheart. Take every—fucking—inch!” As he spoke he pressed forward even more stealing all your breath. You were left he’d in the air with your mouth hung open without a sound coming out. He groaned in your ear then bit your lobe to suck it in his mouth before it slipped out.

 “Look at me, darlin’.” You looked back to him to see his teeth firmly clenching his bottom lip. the look in his eyes was a conflicting one, one that spoke of gentleness and love but also of revenge and passion. One thing you didn’t see in them was control—he had none now.

 “I love you, princess.”

 Once he got the words out he proceeded to murder your pussy with deliberate, deep, hard thrusts that never slowed, or faded in intensity. From then on out you were a screaming mess. After what felt like an eternity but had turned out to be nothing but short minutes your voice was gone and you’d somehow managed to come three more times. Chris moved as if he weren’t even human at this point. He should have come a long time ago and be passed out, but he was still going, still sending your eyes to the back of your head. You felt him turn your body so you were now on your side with your plopped up leg resting on his shoulder. It was yet another angle that you couldn’t handle. When your hand flew to his belly to push him back his was there to stop you. Your eyes locked with his but the only thing he did was shake his head.

 “Fuck!” 

“Was your little game worth it?” He smirked as he said it and you knew he was mocking you. Instead of giving you a chance to respond he snapped his hips forward and ground into you once again sending your eyes to the back of your head. You held onto his hand for dear life.

 Every time your eyes met it only made the moment that much more powerful. Even through revenge punishment fucking the love you felt for each other was evident, and the connection between you was always so strong. Chris bent to you and kissed you to demonstrate the passion that you prayed would never fade between you. You kissed him back with everything you had holding his head to you. You began to meet him for every thrust he delivered. As you kissed his eyes locked with yours and the vulnerability you saw there with each wave of your body fueled you to take even more. You clenched tightly around him and felt him spear you twice then a third before he broke your kiss and shouted along with you as he poured every drop of himself inside of you to join your release.

 For several long minutes, the two of you just laid there on the counter. He had his head resting on your breast but didn’t dare pull from your body. When you felt him stir you also felt the ache between your legs. “Oh god,” you whispered with hoarseness. Chris slowly pulled back from you and yelped once he pulled out. You instantly felt the emptiness and with it brought the pain of through fucking. You dropped your hands to your crotch.

 “Tell me, was it worth it?” You glared at him then rolled your eyes, there was no need to answer. You honestly didn’t know which one to give.

 “Fuck, I’m still hard,” Chris informed. Your eyes dropped to his still hard cock and it didn’t look any less violent and intimidating. As he moved to slide back into you, you scurried backward locking your legs hoping to deter him.

 “Woah, hold your fucking horses. Jesus Christ Evans, give me a fucking minute.”  Scrunching your face you allowed the pain to show. “Oh my god.”

 “Are you okay?”

 “Are you really asking me that right now? This is what you wanted. You wanted to teach me a lesson by fucking me into submission. Congratulations Sir Fucksalot!” Chris snorted and laughed making you laugh with him. He stepped to you and kissed your cheek and forehead.

 “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to go off like that. I just—I couldn’t control myself. I lost it.”

 “I know, I saw it. It’s fine. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have used sex as a weapon.”

 “I deserved it and no it wasn’t worth it. I’m sorry.” The two of you warmly smiled at each other before pressing your foreheads together for a tender moment. In the sweetness of the moment, the thud of his hard dick brought you both back.

 “Jesus Chris, keep him under control. This pussy is out of service and closed for healing.” You slipped off the island and slowly walked out of the kitchen.

 “Wait, what!? For how long? Y/N, you can’t leave me like this.”

 “For as long as it takes, an hour, a day, a week. Who knows.”

 “Y/N.”

 “Mm-Mn Chris I don’t wanna hear it. you should have thought about that before you went full on super soldier mode.”

 You slowly climbed the stairs and played up the pain. It hurt of course but it wasn’t excruciating. This was not the first time he’d fucked you like the world was ending. You knew you’d be fine in a few hours. Chris came up behind you, scooped you in his arms and planted a kiss on your cheek.

 “You know what they say, the only way to get over the pain is to push through it.” You snorted and laughed with him joining in as he continued to make his way to your bedroom.

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The Tower: Family - 22

The Tower: Family An Avengers Fanfic

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Pairing:  Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 2411

Warnings:  Pregnancy, smut (MF, Vaginal fingering, vaginal sex)

Synopsis: With new powers, Thor now living on Earth full time, a wedding to plan, and Natasha and Wanda expecting, a lot is changing for Elly and her large and rather unconventional family.  When Elise’s parents try to reestablish connections, Elly questions what being a family actually means.

Chapter 22: The Baby Shower

I decided that I wanted to dress up for the baby shower - all of our friends were coming tonight as there were no major missions and I couldn’t remember the last time that had ever happened.  I wasn’t sure if it had ever happened.  Normally at least one person was missing, usually, it was more.  This time because it was just a couple of hours on the weekend, it would be all of them.  Clarke and Jax, Sam’s siblings and their kids, Phil, May, and the rest of the SHIELD team, Fury and Hill, Rhodey and Happy, Vision, Carol, Scott, Hope, and Cassie, were all coming.  T’Challa was even coming from Wakanda and Loki, Angela, Sif, and the Warriors Three were all coming down from Asgard.

After my shower, I called Clint up and so I could ask him to do my hair, and while I waited for him I fixed my makeup.  He arrived just as I was doing the finishing touches on my lips and I was sitting at the vanity in my bra and panties.

“Didn’t you already get laid today?” Clint asked, coming over to me.

“Yes,” I answered.  He leaned down and ran his hands over my stomach as he kissed my neck.  “I didn’t ask you up here for that.”

“Aww, man,” he whined, though he didn’t pull back.  His hands continued on their journey down and caressed over my hips and up the insides of my thighs as he sucked softly on my throat.  I broke out in goosebumps and shivered a little, instantly responding to his advances.  “But you look so sexy and inviting.”

“I was going to ask you to do my hair,” I said.  “The party is soon.”

“We can do both,” Clint reasoned.  “I can be super quick, and you come so easy when you’re pregnant.”

I snorted.  “I guess I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Clint tilted my head back and looked down into my eyes.  “It was meant as one,” he said and brought his lips to mine.

That was all it took.  There was no fighting it.  I wanted this as much as he did.  He slowly palmed my cunt as we kissed and I moaned softly as my pussy flooded.  I hummed as my panties started to soak up the fluids that were dripping from me and his hand slipped under the elastic and his fingers stroked up my folds.

A warm buzz spread out through me as he started running his finger in circles over my clit.  He countered the pleasant sensation in my cunt by squeezing and massaging my breast with his other hand.  I moaned into his lip and reached back, cradling his jaw, keeping him in place.

I felt warm and soft and fuzzy on the edges as Clint fingered me.  He pulled back with a gasp and took his hand away and patted my thighs.  “Get up,” he said.

I stood and he pushed me forward and pulled my panties down to my knees.   I groaned and braced my hands on the vanity, watching Clint’s reflection in the mirror.  He smirked at me, his blue eyes glittering, and unfastened his pants.  He pulled out his cock and pumped it a few times, resting his other hand on my ass.  “Ready for it, princess?”

“Yes, Clint,” I hummed.  “Give me that dick.”

He chuckled and lined himself up and thrust hard in.  I had to brace myself on the vanity to stop myself from falling forward.

“Fuck, look at you,” Clint hummed, kissing my shoulder and running his hands up my spine.

“What?  You’re the hot one,” I argued.  “All muscles and nice arms.  I’m a beached whale.”

“Guess I have a thing for whales then,” Clint teased.  “‘Cause I think you’re hot.”

“Clint!” I squawked, but my protests were soon cut short as Clint started to thrust.  I kept my eyes on him, watching his face set in concentration as he fucked me.  He looked so good, his muscles tensed, and his jaw set.  He had one hand braced on my shoulder and I could see the tendons and veins standing out as he held me in place.  “Oh, fuck, Clint…” I moaned loudly.

“That’s it, princess,” Clint hummed.  “You see it yet?”

I nodded my head because I did.  Not so much that I found myself attractive now that I was pregnant with my third child, but I could see why he did.  I saw the same thing when I looked at Natasha and Wanda.  I could see it in the way he looked at me now.

He leaned forward, pressing against me.  “Say it, princess.  I wanna hear it.”

“I see it, Clint,” I moaned.

He wrapped his arm around my waist and began to rub my clit.  My legs started to tremble and my hands gripped fruitlessly at the smooth countertop.  “Fuck… fuck, Clint!” I cried out and my orgasm hit, shuddering through me and making my cunt spasm and clench around Clint’s cock.

He groaned and picked up his pace, holding me in place as he fucked me.  “Such a pretty orgasm face,” he growled as his hips pistoned in and out.  I pulsed my cunt around his cock, trying to milk him.  “Fuck,” he grunted, and jerked into me, coming deep into my pussy.

I hummed and leaned back and kissed him as he remained inside me, his cock pulsing.  He ran his hands over my stomach and paused on a spot where Edwin was kicking.  “Feels like Eddie liked that too,” he teased.

“Eddie is as hyper as Tony,” I answered as Clint slipped out of me.  “The kid never gives me a break.”

“Go clean up and I’ll do your hair,” he chuckled, spanking my ass.

I giggled and pulled off my now ruined panties, throwing them in the laundry hamper as I went to the bathroom.  When I came back out again Clint was redressed and laying back on the bed waiting for me.  I grabbed a fresh pair of panties and slipped them on, before taking a seat at the vanity again.

“You know what you’re wearing?” Clint asked, coming up behind me.  He grabbed my brush and began brushing out my hair.

“Yeah, that one,” I said pointing to the lilac cocktail dress hanging on the back of the door.

“Pretty,” Clint said.  I grabbed my lipstick and started to reapply it.  “I did Nat and Wanda’s hair today too.”

“Yeah?  Did you do them as well?”  I teased.

“A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell,” Clint chuckled.  “But yes.”

“Both of them?  Jesus, Clint, how much jizz do you have?”  I said, laughing.

“Princess, you and I both know, it’s basically an endless supply,” he joked.  “Now, what are we thinking?  Loose updo?  Or something like a halo braid or half braid?”

“Loose updo,” I said.  “Halo braid would be for a more floaty dress than that.”

“You got it,” Clint said and started styling it.

“What did you do with Wanda and Tasha’s?” I asked.

“You’re gonna see them in a minute,” Clint laughed.  “You can’t wait?”

“Nope, tell me,” I said.

“Well,” Clint said, putting some bobby pins in my hair.  “Nat is wearing a sort of forties style dress.  So I did her hair in those really smoothed out finger waves she likes.”

“Oh nice,” I said.  “I like that look on her.”

“Yeah, me too,” he agreed.  “That’s how she wore it when we did our first undercover mission together.”

I smiled and looked back at him through the mirror.  “Aww, did you fall in love with her there?”

He chuckled.  “Maybe.”

“And how did you do Wanda’s?”  I asked.

“She has ramped up that Earth mother thing she’s been doing lately,” he said, smiling to himself.  “Wait ‘til you see her, El.  It’ll blow your mind.  Anyway, she’s got one of those… not a crown... You know those head circle things?”

“A diadem?”  I giggled.

“Yeah, that,” he agreed, adding some more pins  “So I just did it in loose curls around it.”

I smiled.  “She’s so cute.”

“Yeah, she is,” Clint hummed.   “Man, it’s gonna be crazy when all the babies are here, isn’t it?”

“You’re telling me,” I laughed.  “But like everyone kept saying to me before I got knocked up, there are ten of us.  And we’re supposed to be hiring some nannies.”

“What is going on with that?  Wanda’s about due to burst, surely we should have them here by now,” Clint mused.

I shrugged.  “I have no idea, honestly.  I think Tony was supposed to narrow down the people and then Wanda was supposed to … you know…”

“Right, yeah… might need to nudge Tones,” Clint said.  He grabbed some product and added it to my hair then stood back and looked at it, adjusting locks here and there.  It was up in a messy, half-braid/half-bun.  “How’s that?”

“Love it, thanks, Clint,” I said, getting up and kissing his cheek.  “Can you help me with my dress?”

“Yes, mistress,” he teased getting it for me.

“Clint, I’m gonna kick your ass,” I laughed as I stepped into it and he pulled it up.

“After I did so many nice things for you?”  Clint said.  “Mean.”

He zipped me up and I straightened myself up.  “Okay, let’s go.”

We headed downstairs.  The party was already underway but only just.  Hill was talking to Nat by the base of the stairs, and there was a small group of people at the circular seated area.  The room was a criss-cross of threads to the people that we all considered family.  It was a little overwhelming having them all so close.  The threads were always there, but it was just the ones that connected me to my partners and children that glowed brightly all the time. The others were fairly faint until they were close by.  So now the threads were everywhere, all different colors and all leading to the people we loved.

We had hired people to run the party.  There were caterers, wait-staff, and bartenders, and someone was greeting people at the elevator and taking their coats.  Jax and Clarke had just arrived and I could see Clarke was holding a gift box.

“El!”  Clarke called, as I descended the stairs.  “Happy baby shower.”

“You didn’t need to bring gifts,” I said, kissing her cheek and taking the present.

“I know, I know but I had this idea and couldn’t help myself,” she said.

We headed over to where Wanda was sitting, Clint peeling away from the group to go speak to Phil who was getting himself a drink.

Wanda was just as Clint had described.  She looked completely ethereal in her red gown.  The layered tulle skirt was spread out around her, the sheer lace bodice just added to the goddess vibes she gave out.  Her hair had been styled to curl down her back, framing her face and the silver diadem that had a crescent moon and five red gems adorning it sitting in the middle of her forehead.

“Hello, beautiful,” I said, taking a seat next to her.  “You soaking up the attention?”

“Mm-hmm…” Wanda hummed.  “You look very pretty.”

“Compared to you?”  I said, resting my hand on her stomach.  “I look like a background character in an anime.”

She giggled.  “I wouldn’t have understood that reference if you didn’t picture it so clearly.  You do not look like that.”

“Where are my kids?”  Clarke asked, sitting on the couch that ran perpendicular to the one we were sitting in.

Wanda tilted her head. “They’re showing Scott, Hope, and Cassie the cinema.”

“I guess they can wait,” she said.  “Open the present.”

I giggled and started to unwrap it.  Inside were what looked like tiny little grey and red school uniforms.  Complete with blazers with A’s on the breast pocket.  There were six in all and each had a number.  Two larger ones that would fit the twins, and four infant-sized ones.

“Avengers Academy,” she teased.  “Because you seem to be creating your own superhero team from scratch.”

I started laughing.  “You massive dork.”

“Oh come on,” she teased.  “You can’t tell me they won’t look adorable in these.”

“Well, that is true,” I said, putting the box down.  “Come here, you huge dork.”

She hugged me tightly before pulling back looking around.  “Alright.  I’m gonna get a drink.  You ladies want anything?”

“Oh yeah, pineapple juice please,” I said.

“I’m fine.  Tony made me a mocktail,” Wanda said.

When Clarke and Jax made their way over to the bar I curled up against Wanda and put my face against her stomach.

“What are you doing?  It’s a party, you can talk to the twins whenever you like,” Wanda asked, as she rubbed the back of my neck.

“Having this much family nearby is a little overwhelming,” I said.  “The closer they are the more I feel.  How do you deal with that?”

“It took me a long time,” she said.  “And it doesn’t always work, but I can try and teach you.”

One of the twins kicked against my face, it made the thread that connected me to her wiggle in front of my eyes like a sheer rainbow scarf.  “Hey little girl,” I whispered to her stomach.

“Here’s the other mamas,” Rhodey said, coming over with Tony.  “You two look beautiful.  Have you had one of those pregnancy photoshoots yet?”

“No,” I said, sitting up again.  “Aren’t they a little -” I rocked my hand back and forth.

“Oh no, let’s do it.  It will be so nice,” Wanda said, excitedly.  “All three of us in pretty dresses.  We can have the puppies and the kids too.  I would love that.”

“See what you did, Rhodey?” I teased.

Rhodey laughed and took a seat.  “Sorry about that, but I bet old sentimental would like that too.”

“Who me?  I’m not sentimental,” Tony said.

“Who are you trying to fool?”  Rhodey teased.

“Can we?  Please, Elise?  I would really love that,” Wanda begged, tugging on my hand.

“Okay, okay,” I said laughing. “But you’re going to have to convince Nat.”

“Oh, I will.  This is going to be so much fun,” Wanda said, clapping.

I smiled and kissed her cheek.  Feeling how happy she was, I knew that even as overwhelming as it was to have everyone here, there were worse things to be overwhelmed by than love.

// NEXT

[sugarakis-p2]

Mommy needs me! Ch2

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You came to your Aunts farm to get away from stress. But you don’t know how to with the giant Mothman-manchild, who is pissing and jizzing everywhere in your house. You really need answers. Is he an alien? Is he a man? Is he a moth? Too many questions have you turning to the one man you never wanted to see or hear from again. Kai Chisaki, a young yakuza leader that still gives you nightmares.

The vet is moving in. You are starting to consider the fact your Aunt might have kidnapped Shigaraki. When the vet offers to help you move her in asap. Shigaraki hates it. But, this does give him a lot of mommy time.

Warning: Mommy kink possessive Moth Shigaraki.

Ch1

Chapter 2:

"So," the vet started as she grew the Mothman's blood.

Shigaraki eyes silted open and then shut as he nuzzles at your lap. You put his head in your thighs and gently stroked his hair and antennae to keep him still. He rumbles, twitching his wings, as he smothers his face in the crotch of your pants. Loud hot breaths fill the room. The stringent scent of vodka and saki assaults your senses. You don't want to have a conversation.

His behavior is humiliating, and you don't want to look or talk to anyone while he's like this. You heat with shame, wondering how horrible the vet must think you are.

"Do you want testing to see if he has an std?" the vet asked.

"What? Why would you… I mean, I'm not the weird one. You! I was curious about…," You can't finish whatever obvious lie you were about to say. You felt yourself overheating, sweating in fear under the vet's gaze. Shigaraki did not like it. He lifts his head and hisses. He is so drunk he flops back down in the nest, pulling you to him. The vet has to scramble to get the needle still in his arm.

"So defensive. It was clear by the display downstairs that he views you as his property. This is his nest, and if he hasn't tried something, he will soon. I'm not judging you," Tanaka says, putting a bandaid on Shigaraki's arm. You sigh because it can't be avoided. You wriggle your way out of his arms and follow the vet downstairs. It's still daylight. He will be in a deep sleep for hours.

"Would you like coffee?" You offer. The vet nobs and has a seat. She takes a whiff of the air. You hope that she will compliment your barista skills.

"Marking? Oh boy. With how big an aggressive he is, I do not envy you," she says, sipping the coffee. Flustered, you quickly try to explain yourself.

"He's not an animal. He's a man," you start, and the vet shakes her head.

"He is Insectoid. Very rare, especially after the great purge," she said.

"Great purge?" You questioned.

"I'm sorry I interrupted. I am better with animals," She said. Sipping more coffee and waiting for you to continue. You rather hear about the great purge. It makes you self-conscious. Swallowing hard, you begin with your Aunt.

"My Aunt is a pretty famous humanitarian. She has had some tough times. But she was a good person. The more time I spend with Shigaraki, I am concerned he might be a child my Aunt….might have….stolen a child to replace the one she lost. I can not bring myself to go to the authorities. My Aunts name would be dragged through the mud, and I'm worried someone will use Shigaraki as an oddity to be examined," you say quickly.

"You are wondering what he is though, right?" She asked. You nod nervously.

"I don't buy into the unexplained. I highly doubt he's an alien or came from another dimension. He's not a chimera or some beast hybrid of myth. He likely has an insectoid quirk, and his parents avoided the great purge. You are too young to know about this, but human genes started mutating about a hundred years ago. There was a debate about whether it was evolution and how to adapt. But it was short-lived as some very intense fanatics started slaughtering anyone showing these mutation traits. That was a third of the world's population and growing. They solved that problem with vaccination. Everyone gets this shot or risks going against the law. I would have to confirm with the bloodwork, but I believe his heteromorph quirk survived the great purge by his family members hiding in the woods," she said excitedly.

Your lip quivers. You feel so stressed and lost. But also relieved. He is a man, not some monster. You do not like the excitement in the vet's voice. She needs to stay discreet.

"Dr. Tanaka, he needs to be protected. He is just so dangerous but also very vulnerable," you say.

"I fully agree. He is fascinating, but with aggressive primal tendencies, someone will take him from you. I want to help you. I wonder what you intend if it does turn out he's a missing child?" Dr. Tanaka asks.

"I will cross that bridge when I come to it. Each step at its intended time," You say. Tanaka nods.

"I've noticed he is displaying some negative behavior I have seen in abandoned shelter dogs. He is not a beast, he's a man, but I get the feeling most of his developmental years behaviors are based on what he has seen in nature. He is imitating what he sees. I can stay a few days and help with some things, including behavioral. Run the labs in the van," Dr. Tanaka says.

"I would love it. But I'm concerned. I learned the hard way that nothing in this world is free. What do you want as compensation?" You ask with suspicion. She smiles and nods.

"You are right, and I am not purely altruistic. I am familiar with your Aunts work, and I don't want to damage her reputation. But you are right. I want to study him. Before you say no, I want you to consider that I will keep it anonymous and noninvasive. Purely observational. Unlike anyone else, you might have to take him too if he does get sick, I will treat him quietly," She says.

"How would this work? Will you need to stay here? I have a spare bedroom, although it smells like piss," you offer and question.

"Yes, let's deal with the marking," She starts.

"I have been trying to get him to use the bathroom. He refuses it. I even give him big…..uh…treats for it," you blush.

"I think that has more to do with his insect side. I know an Entomologist. I will give him a call. In the meantime, we can try something straightforward. My specialties are livestock and equine. I should be able to earn a good living to pay rent. I will help out in any way I can," she says, staring off into space.

"That would be great. Shiggy is draining my funds. He ate my mommy bunny. She was so sweet. I loved her so much, and he ate her in front of me. It's just been…trying. What is your idea?" you ask, turning away so she can't see you tearing up. What will you do if he has some family looking for him? He's been difficult, but are you ready to let him go? You mentally ask yourself in a sudden burst of panicked stress.

"Have you seen my phone?" Tanaka asks. You ended up going into an insane cleaning spree. Dr. Tanaka just said "fascinating" and lifted her legs when you ran the vacuum while she talked on the landline.

Shigaraki stomped down and ripped the cord out of the vacuum. Permanently killing it before stomping back upstairs.

 You must have drunk a gallon of water and had dinner ready for the hungover Shigaraki. A whole undercooked chicken with mac and cheese. He flicked the broccoli off, shoving the chicken in his mouth, bones crunching.

You put the broccoli and spoon on his plate. He uses the spoon to flick off the broccoli and guide the mac and cheese down his gullet. He drops the plate smacking his lips. He looks over to you and trills with love in his eyes. Swiftly moving to hug you with his greasy bloody hands.

You squeal that cute way that gets him excited. He does as asked. If mommy wants him to clean up in the sink, he will. When he hears a voice and notices his scent has been dulled in his territory, he growls. He whiffs the air and follows the voice but stops dead in his tracks. The voice of that female doctor that poked him was coming from the far-end guest room. An intense smell of citronella and tea tree hit his nose and antennae simultaneously.

His stomach revolted, and he almost puked. He ran outside, chittering and hissing. This ruined his night. It's supposed to be him and mommy. They were going to watch more of that show teaching him how to seduce a bratty mommy. Mommy was going to praise him for being a good boy and give him big boy time. He was about ready to go back and give her a piece of his mind for moving in this third wheel while he was sleeping.

Only mommy ran outside like she was on fire. Dropping her pants and peeing in a bucket. He cocks his head and chirps in curiosity. What is she doing? Doesn't she pee in that porcelain water bucket inside? He comes over to examine what she is doing. He loves the scent of mommy. It lights up his instincts. The hormones will cleanse him from the horrid stringent odor.

His cock strains painfully against his pants when your hormones hit his antennae. Caging you in his arms. Running his feelers all over your body, sniffing loudly and making tiny trills as his nose trails down your back. You Shriek. Smacking at him about how that was a sensitive area. He had no idea what you were jabbering about, but he knows you liked that. He can smell your wetness between your legs.

You pull away from him, picking up the bucket. He is about to ask you what silly thing you think you are doing. He was only going to use the ten words he knew, but you always seemed to get the idea. When your splash your piss around. He gasps, then shrieks as he pulls his dick out and pisses over your scent. Are you nuts! Every horny monster within a hundred miles will smell a breedable female.

It was confusing when you praised him. Wrapping your arms around his waist from behind, pressing your chest to his back. Kissing between his wings and telling him he's a good boy. He is a good boy. He doesn't want to mate in front of the weird female. He doesn't trust that one. She somehow reminds him of someone he vaguely remembers but not liking them.

If you think he's a good boy, now. Wait until he shows you a thing or two. He swells in pride, flapping his wings. Calming them as he turns to face you. Snatching you up in his arms, kissing over your face. He spreads his wings and flies. You scream and clutch at him. Wind whipping your hair against your face and his chest. He chuckles. You are so easily scared. Don't worry. He will protect mommy, always.

He sets down in a moonlit clearing. Fireflies danced on the tall grass in the background. With clawed fingers he points, clearing away some dead leaves, pointing all around you. It takes a moment to realize you are in a fairy ring. With the fireflies, it looks like something out of a fairytale. You pull out your cell phone and take videos and dozens of pictures for your channel.

When you put your phone away to kiss him and tell him what a good boy he is, a sly smirk quirks at the corner of his mouth.

"Mommy," he chirps and points out to the fireflies. He makes a breathy alien sound, and the fireflies come closer. Taking a deep puff, he exhales a shape in front of you. The Fireflies form into the shape of a heart with mom spelled out in the middle.

Your heart fluttered. This was the most romantic thing anyone has tried to do for you. Your emotions are bubbling up and overwhelming you. You start sobbing. Shigaraki's eyes widen in shock. He shoos away the fireflies. How dare they distress his mommy. He holds you close and lets your tears soak up in his ruff. You are about to explain when he coos to you, running his claws up your back. Sending tingles down your spine. It tickles your middle.

You giggle, and that quickly turns into desire. Shigaraki can feel you tense against him. Your arousal building like a flaming need. He can't take it. His fire is always blazing for you. Chirping loudly, he slumps his shoulders. Pressing you down, laying you in the middle of the fairy ring. He remembers an old tale about mating in a fairy ring.

It guarantees his mommy will become a real mommy. A real mommy for his brood. He will always be grateful to your Aunt. But the greatest gift your Aunt gave him was you. He loves you so sincerely he can't express it except with his eternal love. With a legacy that is a direct expression of that love.

He gets harder with his depraved thoughts of you serving him. He will be your everything. You will have no choice but to love and protect the nest and the grubs. He will do his part, of course. He will provide and protect from outside the nest. You yip as you lightly bump the ground with your ass. Surprised by his sudden dominance.

Usually when he sees you cry, he whines and mewls. Licking and keening in attempts to comfort. Laying on the ground, you gasped when you realized you had met the perfect man. You didn't have to tell him that you wanted him. It's like he can read your mind. Then why does he do all the things you hate? Your mind screeched. He freezes at your sudden angry thought.

Humans confused him in this. He feels a few things a few times a day, mostly hatred towards everything but mommy. Females are chaos. But it keeps him on his toes, and it's you. So, he will learn. You were so hot for him a moment ago, then cold, now lukewarm with an apology. He can sense it all. Barreling through on lukewarm is his rule. He wants to breed you, and you wanted him, if only for a moment. A moment was enough to push him forward.

"Need mommy, he whispers with deep gravel. He slips two claws into the crotch of your wet panties. He felt you get wetter. The flush and heat from you made him so hard that he was premature knotting. Must knot in mommy, his mind repeated. Fuck, his instincts need to make you his forever. NEED TO KNOT, MOMMY!

You blush and spread yourself wider for him. You turn your head to the side, not looking at him. There are mixed signals, but looking back at him was the signal. You want him deep in you. Mommy wants to be bred. He undoes his zipper and shoves his aching leaking length all at once, your tight walls resisting him. You feel so good he can't help himself. Mommy screams but doesn't try to move from him even though it obviously hurts. He is buried hilt deep in his tight mommy's cunt.

"Sorry….sorry, m-m-mommy. Tight and wet, mommy," he manages to get out.

"It's ok. You are a good boy. You feel so good. It stings a little, but it's ok. Keep going, my big boy," you moan to him. That gets him excited all over again, lifting himself onto his elbows to keep from crushing you. You look down at his muscular front. His abs quiver and constrict as he works himself deeper in you. Your mouth water at the sight and feel of him. His wings quiver so rapidly that his cock is vibrating. You are captivated by the view of his wings flashing the white and black, spreading and closing, sending vibrations to your core. 

"Thank you, mommy," he hissed. His breath hitched in his throat as his wings beat harder. Tears stung your eyes. He felt big, stretching you and rough. You must wrap your arms around his neck to stay in place. He is so deep and big that it burns, stinging as he starts to rock his hips. Slow to savor the cute expressions and noises you make when he pumps into you.

"Faster, be a good boy. A little faster," you whimper. He can't say no to his precious mommy. You are tightening, sucking his cock back in. Fuck, your body needs to be knotted and claimed by him. Unable to control himself, he fucks you hard. Hips snapping to a blur as you scream and writhe. His instincts light up like fire.

Your lithe little body implores him to fill you. Wings are shaking, cock throbbing in you, his eyes hooded with lust, his pale skin flushed. He smiles greedily, giving you two sharp chirps before stroking deeper and faster. Rubbing your g-spot inside, his antennae caressing your cheeks and tickling.

His body pressed hard against yours, making your pants come out ragged, his hot breath fanning over your hair. You are distracted by the stones digging in your ass and back. Bucking at an even rough tempo, sending waves of pleasure over you. You can still feel the buzz of his wings on your clit, and he is quickly making your climax build at the top of a cresting wave of ecstasy.

"Good boy. So, good," you encourage him. He quickly bites off two of his middle claws and reaches down between the two of you. He stole the doctor's phone. He watched enough tv to know that cell phones hold everything. Some of the videos on it showed him how to play with that bundle of nerves.

"What the…Oh….ah..ah..ah…yesss," you moan, wrapping your legs around him. You feel his calloused fingertips rubbing your bud, and you almost come undone. You take such good care of him that he must show you how much he loves you. Your pussy squeezing, begging him to knot you. He feels feral as his hips start to stutter as he bucks his hips in a blur.

"Mine…. mine…mine….my mommy," he snarled, the damn of desire in him broke, making mommy one with him in his sweet release. A rush of blood to his knot makes him light-headed you feel so good. His seed is implanting deep in your pulsing channel, milking as he felt each passing spurt be pulled from him. He wanted to pump into you more. You babble in pain, writhing, toes curling and digging into his boney ass. You know he knots but was hoping to squirm away from him. You grit your teeth because you feel impossibly full. You scream and smack him while he grinds his knot in you. He hasn't stopped yet.

"No! Bad boy! Stop," You shout. He gently rubs your clit with intensity and yanks at his knot with a harsh grind. Growling as he feels you getting wetter and constricting on him. To him, it felt amazing, as you trembled under him and cried. He feels your crest on his length, cumming hard, bliss crashing over you, arching up to him.

"Oh FUCK! I-I-I just came so hard my whole body aches. You bad fucking boy," you whimper with no bite in your words. He pulls his hand away, covered in your juices. He licks you clean off his hand. He lifted enough to look at where you are connected. He can see a light twitching as his cock spurt more cum in you. His heart swells like the soft bulge he created. You look beautiful with him buried in you.

"Love, mommy," he purrs. He lays on top of you and bites your neck gently to keep you in place with his sharp teeth. Humming around your flesh for reassurance until his knot softens. You kiss him and play with his soft hair. He pulls from you with a wet lewd suction. It's not until later You are walking back to the house over a short flight you think you love him.

He wanted to star gaze with you before entering the invaded house. Wrapping his wings and arms around you, careful with his hands. It dawns on you that he could have easily killed you when fingering you. It makes you anxious. If you do find his family, will they protect him?

A small part of Shigaraki hopes there is a sesame street on how to be a good daddy. His father was not a good example. When they entered the house, Dr. Tanaka smelled annoyed.

"Yes. I understand. No, sir. I can't say. I don't know yet. Yep. I will inform her," she said, hanging up her cell phone and rubbing her temples. Taking a step towards them and then stumbling back, "I have some bad news. Holy fuck. You two reek of sex. It smells like an iguana tank."

Whatever the flat-chested female said upset his mommy. He flared at her, wings wide and threatening. Mommy yelled no, but she needed to be protected. In this, he knows better than her. The vet held up a can. He wanted to laugh at the foolishness. She sprayed him in the face. The response was immediate. He fell to the ground and rolled around, screeching.

"No. Bad Shigaraki," the vet said calmly.

"What did you do?" you asked. Shigaraki clung to your legs and rubbed his eyes against your dress.

"I used a bug repellant. Don't worry. I made sure it won't kill him. We need something to train him. I found my cell phone in his nest. Anyways, we are in a bit of trouble. Kai wants to see you right away. He found out I was shutting down my practice for a few years. He is way too curious about Shigaraki. I thought we could say it's a Liger or some shit. But you will have to see him. I'm sorry," Dr. Tanaka said.

When the burning stopped, he hissed at her, and she raised the can again and gave him a firm no. He hid behind mommy. You coddled him because he was being so sweet for a change. It hit him like lightning, he knows who the female reminds him of. He pointed a claw at her.

"Father," he rasped.

"I'll take it if that means he will stop trying to kill me," Dr. Tanaka said. You are biting your lip and trembling.

"What if I don't go?" you ask quietly. Tanaka shook her head with a grim expression.

"He will come here to kill all of us. You do not stand up, Kai. It will be ok. Kai is a germaphobe. Pretending to have a cold will delay him, but you pay the piper at some point. I promise you. Visit him, and we will never have to deal with him again. I will watch Shigaraki while you're gone," Tanaka says, watching Shigaraki cautiously sniff at her.

This one can teach him to be a father. He bumped his head against her arm quickly before running upstairs to hide from new father until mommy came to bed. He pulls out the cell phone and chirps.

It was easy taking it from his new father.

Chapter 3

[stvllioner]

Haha so somnophilia is a damn good kink for those characters but who do you think would feel the most guilty and who would feel the most turned-on/powerful? Bonus: Who would take pics for later?

[somnophilia chat, if you got any nasties specifically for dabi send em in kittens! WARNINGS: dub/non-con, somnophilia]

1 ~ tamaki🥢

this boy just thinks youre so cute okay...?! he really loves you, and you just look so cute lying there all innocent, and begging to be touched... what was he even thinking?! but he already did it, and you were so wet... he cant help but wonder what its like if he did it more often... the sweet taste of your pussy against his lips is just so delicious, he cant stop himself from licking other places on your body as well. if your nectar is that sweet, wouldnt everywhere else on your body be as well?

does he take a picture? yes, but he won’t show anyone.

2 ~ midoriya🥦

hes kind of tamaki, but you just look so ethereal that he cant help it. your body looks for fit and the way your breasts look ready to spill out that top just makes his cock so fucking hard. the way that your body seem so... responsive? with you being so deep in sleep, it makes him want to bust a nut at how your body is just made for him. 

does he take a picture? yes, but only a few.

3 ~ kirishima🥊

not his proudest fap. he isnt really guilty? since he doesnt really act on impulse (its only manly that he doesn), but godt damn youre so damn hot! like smoking hot! the way your cunt wraps around his cock even when youre sleeping does things to him. he enjoys eating you out or even your ass and its music to his ears hearing your sleepy moans~ its always quit amusing seeing you wake up in the morning, confused as to why youre so wet~ 

does he take a picture? yes of course, no one will ever see it though.

4 ~ natso❄️

kirishima is manly, natso is a gentleman. so, he already knows that this is your kind of thing. therefore, it isnt much of a problem if he acts out on it! its what you want~ right~? has fun kissing and groping along your body and just overall groping. nothing more, nothing less. caresses and squeezes here and there, pets and fucks here and there. just know you would be wet at the end, his jizz somewhere on your body.

does he take a picture? hell yeah, he finna jack off to it later!

5 ~ fatgum🥟

he really loves you! he loves you so much that he just has to fuck you while youre sleeping, duh! you wake him up the same, he fucks you to sleep/wakes you up the same as well! love goes both ways~ its only fair that he loves you up the same way you love him. bonus that you make the cutest expressions and sounds too~

does he take a picture? hell yeah, he finna jack off to it later!

6 ~ todoroki❄️🔥

hm, does todoroki really have shame? no. is he crossing a line? no. he knows in good conscience that you enjoy it anyways, and youre prob dreaming about him in your sleep, touching you like he is anyways. he wont feel you up when you had a bad day, hes not that thirsty. he’ll just give you a good fuck and cuddle up into you when hes done. (cock warming who?)

does he take a picture? if he feels like it, most times no.

7 ~ bakugo💥

he doesnt give a damn. if he feels like it, he'll fuckin eat you out if he feels like it. if you dress especially skimpy, youre practically begging for him to wreck you until you wake up. the way your body knows his so well, just shows how much you love it even when youre deep in slumber~

does he take a picture? fuck yeah, shows you it too.

8 ~ shindo📳👋🏻

here is where the list starts getting questionable. shindo doesnt give a flying regard to your personal space. with his quirk and all, he takes all the fun he can with your body: sleeping or not kitten. once youre ready and dripping, he is on you. fan of cumming on you with your clothes semi on, loving when you shift from the feeling of his hot cum on your skin. hes kind enough to clean you up when hes done tho.

does he take a picture? fuck yeah, shows it to you and makes sure it says.... safe.

9 ~ giran🚬

his babygirl, and you guys have a mutual agreement. its on he verge of prostitution but like who cares? he get you business, you let him do what he wants. its fun for everyone! youre such a perfect little pillow princess, and double at sucking him so good he has to train when he sees fit! youre just always surprised when he knows your body inside out~

does he take a picture? fuck yeah, shows it to you and makes sure it stays.... safe.

10 ~ dabi🔥

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) you wake up in the morning, with him giving you head or fucking you. you dont need an alarm because hes there to get his cock wet and hard. whether it be tit fucking you, using your cunt or ass, or even making you blow him, he will be getting off. and if you manage to come to your senses, he'll let you cum too~

does he take a picture? fuck yeah, saves it as his lock-screen.

11 ~ shigaraki🧂

he doesnt give a fuck if youre tired bitch. open those damn legs. homeboy wont full on rape you tho. if he wants to fit his fat-ass cock into your tight holes, or stick em' between your tits, press your thighs together, or even fuck your armpits- he does not give a fuck. just because youre sleeping, doesnt mean you get a free pass.

does he take a picture? fuck yeah, saves it as his lock-screen.

12 ~ all for one⚠️

youre his pet. you dont have rights. you do as he pleases, you fuck when he pleases -- you eat when he pleases. i said what i said. he takes pictures to blackmail you. better not fuck up.

[lazybakerart]

(re: the writing ask thing) idk why this specifically stuck in my head because you have written so many beautiful things, but every single time i hear about gay porn mags now, i think of falling in love when steve masturbated nonstop over the piano in his living room afkraneiufha[e;ogar

first of all, thank you so much omg. also, second, it had slipped my mush brain that i actually wrote Steve jerked off to the piano and had to go look it up:

Steve stands in the foyer, listening to the silence. It’s the same silence he’s used to. The usual creaks in the house. The heater turning on and becoming a constant hum in the quiet.

His parents are long gone. Steve pulls the paper bag out from under his shirt where it was tucked into the back of his jeans and jerks off bent over the piano with Blueboy open at the centerfold spread out on the fazioli, jacket still on, jeans unzipped just enough to get at his dick.

Two strokes is all it takes, revved up as he is, he’s stripping his dick fast, shooting off everywhere. Jizz getting on the keys. All over his hand. Some lands on the magazine. It’s a mess. He peels off his jacket and uses it to clean.

thank you for reminding me of that. gosh!!!