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sachiko1309 · 6 months

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I belong to you

Summary: After Aubrey had dealt with her past and finally freed herself from her abusive father, Carlisle made sure to spoil her rotten, buying her a whole island in her name. A new beginning for the couple celebrated with inaugurating their new bed...

This is a part of a story I write on Wattpad (its also finished), as I am conviced this man needs more attention. Its called "Save Haven". Feel free to hop over, my account name is in my description. 🥰

Word count: 3457

Warnings: smut, daddy kink, dirty talk (a lot of it), rough, Dom Carlisle, sub reader, Minors DNI! this contains adult content!

He walked us through the house, but I was way to occupied with him and my feelings than to look thoroughly. There would be time a different day. When he stopped walking, he slowly set me down on the floor. I let go of him, watching his face through my tearstained lashes, a smile spreading over my lips. “Not to sound like I am not appreciating your gift, but why?” I asked, my voice still shaky from the crying. Carlisle shrugged his shoulders: “I wanted to make you happy.”

“You don’t need to throw away that much money, to make me happy.” I scolded him. “This is way too much. I cant take that gift. Its… how am I ever supposed to make it up to you?”

“Its not enough.” Carlisle held his ground. “You are here with me. Spending your time with me. You even considered giving up your mortality to stay with me. That’s more than I could have ever dreamed to have, more than I am even entitled to asked for. And still, I have it. This is nothing compared to the things you already gave me.”

“Its expensive! And I want to stay with you, because I love you, not because of your money. How are you even able to afford all of this? I mean, I know you are rich, but that’s clearly another level of rich.” I tried to argue, searching for reasons to talk some sense into him. But my statement seemed to do nothing more than make him laugh: “And I am very grateful that you choose me because of who I am and not what I am.” He said giving my forehead a kiss. “This is not expensive at all. Do you even know how rich I am? I have been working as a doctor for over 200 years. In the beginning I worked in two hospitals one dayshift one nightshift. There is a lot of money that starts to collect itself. More than I could ever spend. And after Alice joined us, trading on the stock market became another source of income. So please let me spoil you. It’s the least I can do.”

I just huffed, trying to retort something, but he just put a finger on my lips. “No arguing anymore. Remember what I told you on our first date?”

“That you are old school?” I asked, raising a brow in confusion.

“Exactly. And what did Bella suggest if the towns gossip would push you out of your work?” He kept on asking without giving me an explanation.

“To become your sugar babe? That was a joke, Carlisle. You cant just…” I was again interrupted. “I can and I will. I am going to be your very old school, very rich and good looking sugar daddy.” With that he simply pressed his lips against mine, ridding me of every chance of arguing back.

“God, how I missed doing that all day.” He mumbled into my hair and I instantly relaxed against his chest, taking in his masculine scent of books and smoke.

Carlisle immediately picked me up again and pressed me against the wall. Out of reflex, I wrapped my legs around his waist, holding onto his shoulders. He narrowed his eyes, as desire slowly pushed itself to the front. I swallowed and looked up at him, at those beautiful golden eyes that had grown dark with need. When I ran my tongue over my lips, I heard him groan. "And?" I asked, his strong reaction towards my lust making me cocky, heat pooling in my stomach. "What else did you miss?"

He dipped his head, his lips just above my collar bone. "You." He whispered. Cold breaths fanning over my skin made me close my eyes and whimper out in lust, goosebumps rising all over my skin. "I want you." He repeated, his voice a low growl against my skin.

I swallowed hard, as he pressed up against me, the feeling of his hard cock straining against his pants making my breathing go rigid. His hands let go of my waist; his lips skimming up to my ear. A sound rose from the back of my throat, something that felt like a purr. Warmth and desire washed over me again, and I grabbed onto Carlisle collar, saying: “Please, daddy.”

He pulled back, his jaw clenched, his eyes burning with passion. After the next inhale, his lips crushed onto mine. I was pulled into a darkened tunnel of desire. His kisses were deep, drugging me senseless. His tongue, all cold and icy, luscious, and sinful, licked and probed its way into the warmth of my mouth. Whimpering helplessly, I looped my arms around his neck. My body already throbbing and aching, arousal pooling between my thighs, and he had just started kissing me.

There was no need to be hurried. His mouth devoured mine, leaving me breathless, and him oblivious to me working frantically on his clothes. “Slowly, little girl.” He groaned when he felt his vest coming undone. “Slowly.”

Carlisle grabbed my wrists to stop me. “Slowly.” He pulled away just enough, his mouth barely hovering over my lips. “Let’s make tonight count, hmmm?” His eyes had grown dark and dangerous. “How…” I started, but his cold breath fanning over my skin made reel up in need. He was able to make me go weak in the knees just by the way he touched me, and he knew it. “How slow are we talking about?” I was finally able to press out.

“Very slow.” He whispered before dragging my face in for a kiss. “So slow…” He savored the lusciousness of his words. “…that by the time I’m done with you, you won't have an ounce of strength left in that beautiful body of yours.” He wore a wicked grin on his face, walking us over to the sofa in front of the fireplace that was set on the light stone wall across the bed. He gently laid me down, hovering over me before pressing a searing kiss to my cheek, just as gentle as when he laid me down.

“I’m gonna eat your pretty little pussy, kitty.” He gingerly kissed me, fiddling with the strings of my dress. I was stunned at his sudden change in demeanor. Normally he was very careful of the others hearing our interactions. But it seemed the more time we spent together, the bolder he got. Finally, able to loosen my dress enough, he shuffled it up my body, pulling it over my head.

“Fuck.” he breathed. “Feels like you’re trying to kill me already, love.” Keeping his place between my legs, his arms trailed up my chest, playing with my tits. “So fucking gorgeous…” Placing my hands on his wrists, encouraging him to continue, I sighed “Daddy…” Head thrown back. I could swear his eyes darkened by four shades, swallowing his pretty golden hues into the abyss of his lust.

Moving from his place between my legs to help me remove my underwear in one swift motion, quickly getting right back to business as soon as he was able to. Once he was settled back between my thighs again, I could feel his hands gripping them tightly. “Such a pretty pussy you’ve got here, little one.” His face was so close to my center, his breath fanned against my skin with every word he said. “Can’t believe you’ve kept it from me for so long.” Littering my thighs with kiss after kiss, each time getting closer to my core.

“I haven’t.” I breathed out, my voice audibly shaking at his actions. He just tutted at my words. “I had to wait nearly 400 years for you to step into my life. Only to then see you being abused by another man. Forcing me to sneak around everyone’s back, only to be with you.”

My hands made their way to his hair, gently grasping his hair and tugging to emphasize my need for him. “Please, Carlisle…”

“Please what, little kitty?” He mocked coyly.

“You know what.” My hips began to rise from the sofa, searching for some relief.

“Uh uh.” He moved his head further from where I wanted it the most. “I wanna hear you say it for me.”

“I… can you… I want you to eat me out, please?” Squeezing my eyes shut, not being able to look at him, as he finally connected his lips with my center. “Oh my GOD!” His tongue traced my clit lightly, barely giving much stimulation, but even that was enough to make my legs starting to quiver.

While his tongue tracing my clit felt absolutely amazing, nothing prepared me for feeling his tongue tracing along my soaked slit, before delicately prodding inside of me. “Fuck!” I shrieked out, his tongue trailing back to my clit before I felt his finger slowly enter my pussy. He raised his mouth from my center, looking me straight into my eyes. “For Gods sake, how I love this.” His voice was nearly a growl. “That sweet pussy of yours hooked me the moment I had my first taste. And by all what is mighty, I will never stop worshipping it.” I couldn’t help myself but mewl at his words. The way he praised me in his old-fashioned way of speaking turning my bones to water.

He was passionate about pleasing me, humming at my skin. Making sure to wait for me to relax, welcoming the pleasure rather than being surprised by it, before he slowly started to thrust the single digit in and out of my core. I tossed my head back against the pillows at the feeling of his long fingers reaching parts of me that I could never reach myself.

“Fuck!” His finger found the perfect spot inside of me, curling to massage it gently and bringing me closer to the edge. My pussy pulsating in rhythm with his thrusts, the wet and messy sounds of my pleasure filling the room. I felt him moan, even more as he brought his free hand up my chest, pinching and pulling my nipple before switching to the neglected breast, simultaneously adding a second finger.

I cried out for him. “I’m so close, please don’t stop! Please don’t stop!” My back began to arch off the sofa, as his ministrations went on, his fingers pounding into my pussy as his lips continued to suck eagerly at my clit. “Oh my…” I rasped, my voice hoarse and thin. “Daddy!” I yelled, as my orgasm washed over me all the sudden. Riding it out, as he refused to cease his actions on my body until I couldn’t take any more and ha to pull him away.

“I need you.” I said timidly, my gaze on the floor. “I need you inside of me.” But the way he looked at me with those dark eyes and predatory look, made me feel brave and…sexy. Carlisle let out a shaky breath, his hands gripping my hips tightly. I slipped my hand underneath his clothes, gently shoving the fabric down his shoulders. He got the hint, getting up from his knees and undressing himself, making a show for me to watch. His fair skin, scattered with scars from the many fights he had been in, giving his soft appearance a slight hint of roughness, that had me reeling in desire.

"You sound so needy.” He growled, watching me intently as I laid there, spreading my legs for him. "I love it when you are all desperate and riled up for me." He shook his head, a cocky grin appearing on his lips. And I whined at his words. "You are such a slut." He grinned, grabbing me by my neck and pulling me across the sofa to have more space to settle between my legs. But he didn’t. Standing next to me, he looked down with a smirk.

"Do you know what that dress did to me all day?" He asked, his voice a tad gentler. "I should have fucked you when you came down the stairs." A hot shiver ran down my spine and fluttered inside my core. "I would have fucked my cum so deep inside you, until you are a crying mess for everyone to hear. And then I would have had you walk back down. Nothing more than a ripped dress covering you, barely doing anything to keep your modesty, all while my cum runs down your thigh."

I winced at his word, closing my legs in embarrassment. Did he really mean that? "Carlisle…" I started, "…that’s…" I was cut off with a loud moan pushing through my lips as he inserted two fingers. His fingers curled once more, and with it, my toes. "This pussy belongs to me." He pumped his fingers inside of me, slowly crawling on top of me. "Your pussy belongs to me. And I will have it whenever I want it."

Without a warning, his fingers abandoned my needy core, his cock taking their place. The thickness stretching me out, as the head of his penis pressed against my puffy walls. He pulled out quickly, then bottomed out once more. His hands gripped my hips in a bruising hold, his thrusts just as rough. I cried out each time he filled me up. It was too much, but not enough at the same time. He had never fucked me like this before, without preparing me with his fingers thoroughly, but I relished in it. Relished in the way his balls slapped against me with a wet snap. Relished in the way he made a mess of me; my wetness being smeared around between us.

"I belong to you." I whimpered, back arching and hands gripping his biceps, as my nails failed to dig into his skin. Carlisles thrusts faltered and he finally looked at me. He pulled me flush to his chest, my bare breasts against him. Gripping my chin and looking deep into my eyes. "Say it again."

"I'm yours, Daddy. Forever." I repeated, my voice slightly muffled by his fingers gripping my chin hard. Picking up his pace again, he let go of my face, grabbing both of my hands and burying them beneath his fingers.

Like a ravenous predator, his eyes meet mine. A pleasure visible inside of them, that was beyond my wildest dreams, the high I so desperately yearned for just a tad too far to reach. “Please.” I whimpered, finally completely pushed over the edge and into submission. His previously slow pace got replaced by a more moderate one that had me gasping for air. The searing heat returning, yet this time it was more than welcomed, much like his cock, leaving not a spot untouched in its way.

“Daddy…” I whispered, not able to do much more than moan or plead his name. My head hung back, lips parted and back arching as I gave myself into his hands. Soon my moans were accompanied by his groans, showing how much this affected him as well. It was the sound of his voice, growling my name followed by a string of curses, that dragged me towards my release in fast steps.

“Carlisle, please…” I breathed out, loud enough to catch his attention. “More…” Arching my back, to press myself against his chest, unable to fight his strong hold that held me in place as he pounded into me mercilessly. “M-More, please” I rasped.

His response was letting go of one hand and grabbing ahold of my hips, as he kept on driving himself in as deep as possible, knocking the air straight out of my lungs, leaving me clutching onto his shoulder and hand. “It’s as if you are trying to send me over the edge just by looking at me.” His voice was low, unsteady. A mere shadow of its usual self. “My pretty little girl, so eager to be ruined.” I was unable to even process his words. All I could sense was him, so I shrieked, when he let go of me and roughly manhandled my legs upwards.

With knees now brought to my chest, I could do nothing but claw at the pillows, as his strong hold kept me in place. The feeling of his cock more prominent than ever, as blind spots were slowly taking over my vision.

“Carlisle!” I yelped, but my train of thought got interrupted by another thrust.

“This is what you requested, is it not?” He growled. A mewl ripped from my throat, a series of pants and gasps filling the room before my jaw was in his grasp once more; forcing my gaze upon him. “It is what you begged me for. To give you more, is it not?” He repeated.

Not being able to do much more than gape, I parted my lips, staring into golden hues now wild and firm, boring into my soul. Even though I stared at him, I could not focus on anything, all my attention on the snapping of his hips, the feeling of his tip touching that one bundle of nerves that made me cry out in desperation. “Th-There - There!”

My words were jumbled and slurred; my brain drunk from the bliss overtaking my body one tidal wave after another. I bucked my hips, frantic for that sensation to grow stronger. “Here?’’ He drove into my core again, prompting my eyes to fall back into my head. The only word I was able to say being his name and hushed pleads, interrupted by countless gasps, and mewls.

A familiar feeling started to rise within the pit of my stomach, sending all my senses into overload. It was blistering, devastating, and I was unsure how much longer I could hold on. With Carlisles fingers now capturing my clit between his thumb and forefinger, combined with the icy heat of his kisses on my neck and shoulder, it was beyond what I could have ever asked for.

Searing, hot, like a rapid, undying fire my body started burning. With eyes barely opening I tried to warn him, yet my core did it for me. Walls clamping down, earning a curse from him, as fresh marks now stained the skin of my hips.

“C-Can’t - I can’t.” I cried out, but he cut me off with his lips, dragging me into a kiss full of passion. Hunger, vigor, intense and demanding, that’s what crossed my mind as he kissed me. “Come, my love.” His voice almost drowning in the hurdled cry that left my mouth after he parted from the kiss. “Come for me.”

It was all I needed to hear, to finally shatter around him. My vision turning blurry, as a violent jerk overtook my body, all the nerves tensed and contracted in pure bliss. It was blinding and fierce, and in a fervid moment, I arched my back, finally releasing the blistering heat inside of my body with a cry of his name. Surely heard by everyone in this house.

Trembling, that was all I could do. My frame hit the sheets, head spinning, as I was gasping for air. And I barely even noticed Carlisle being brought to his own release a shuddering growl of my name falling from his lips. The once fervent snaps melting into nothing but a few bucks until he steadily came to a stop.

Once more, my swollen lips were captured by his own, slower, gentler this time, but still as passionate as ever. Unable to come up with much resistance, I merely hummed and leaned into him; sighing as his length retreated from my core, leaving behind an empty feeling.

It took a moment for him to gather his composure, but soon he got up, he was making a run for the bathroom to get a towel to clean me up. At least that’s what I assumed; my head still too fogged up to really comprehend anything beyond the tingly feeling inside my body. Within seconds, he was back, kissing every part of my body he could reach while cleaning me up. “Rest.” It was a quiet whisper. “You did so well, little one.” He sighed, pressing a peck to my mouth. “But for now, rest.”

I could feel him picking me up and carrying me through the room. The next thing I noticed was being sat down on a soft surface. But when he let go of me, I cried out for him. Immediately his cold hands were back on my body. “Shh, my love. Its alright. Sleep now. I am here.” Closing my eyes, I registered him climbing into the bed as well. Cuddling into his side, I fell asleep, his arms holding me securely in a cold embrace.

#fem reader #smut #carlisle x reader #carlisle cullen smut #carlisle cullen #twilight

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trashbag-baby666 · 18 days

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Sweet Tooth-Clegan

for @austeenbootler @skyyguy

mota masterlist!

John examined the Kwik Trip hot bar with practiced ease, his eyes locked on the prize. He knew exactly what he wanted—three-piece chicken strips and a side of ranch.

Gale, on the other hand, didn't want to admit how much he had come to appreciate Kwik Trip. As far as gas stations went, this one lived up to John's endless hype. Nothing back in Wyoming could compare to this Midwestern delicacy.

"What'd ya find?" John asked, feeling Gale's presence behind him as he reached for his food. Gale proudly held up a box of chocolate-iced, rainbow-sprinkled long johns and a bottle of chocolate milk.

"Your tummy’s gonna hurt," John teased.

"So?" Gale shrugged, undeterred. After a long two-day road trip with his husband, he felt entitled to his sugar fix.

"I'm just sayin'!" John held up his free hand in mock defense.

They checked out and headed back to the truck parked at the gas pump. It was nearing ten, and John knew they ought to high-tail it to his grandma's before she went to bed. But as Gale opened his box of donuts, John's own sweet tooth flared up.

John didn’t bother buckling up, already planning his next move. He glanced over at Gale just as the long john went into his husband's mouth, and he couldn't resist. With a mischievous grin, John reached over and shoved the donut into Gale’s face, smearing icing all over his cheek and upper lip.

"Oops," John snickered, grinning at Gale’s raised eyebrows. The look of mild annoyance on Gale's face only fueled John's playful mood.

"Let me get that for you," John murmured, leaning in and kissing Gale. The sugary frosting sent a sweet rush through his body as he began licking the icing from Gale’s face.

"Really?" Gale deadpanned, clearly unimpressed by the move but unable to deny his growing affection.

"Come here," John whispered between licks against Gale's cheek. He moved the box of donuts to the dash before tugging Gale by the waist, pulling him over the center console.

Gale’s knees straddled John, and for a moment, they sat there with their foreheads pressed together, hearts pounding in sync.

"Are you my sugar baby?" John asked with a teasing smirk.

Gale chuckled quietly, his hand moving to recline John's seat. "You're ridiculous," he muttered, his sticky lips finding John's collarbones. John's breath hitched at the sensation, letting out a small yip as Gale continued to mouth at his skin.

The night was just getting started.

#what’s waited till tomorrow starts tonight au #modern au #buck x bucky #clegan #mota #masters of the air #drabble #theo writes #trashbag baby666 fics

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noforkingclue · 5 months

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Loyalties Chapter 16 (Tommy Shelby x reader x Alfie Solomons)

Warnings for this chapter: mentions of sexual assault, suicide, murder

Alfie Solomons tag list: @hp-howartsexpress

“If I didn’t know better I’d say you were avoiding me.”

You stiffened and looked around but couldn’t see anyone around. Tommy’s chest was pressing against your back and you resisted the urge to lean back against him.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Mr Shelby.”

“And you’re still refusing to say my name.”

“Good to know that you can listen.”

The two of you were in a quiet, secluded corner of Alfie’s bakery and you mentally cursed yourself for being so stupid. You knew that the Shelby’s were in London to do business, you should’ve expected that you would run into Tommy sooner or later. You should’ve made sure that you were never alone. You let out a gasp as Tommy gripped your arms and spun you around, pressing you against the wall.

“You came to London.” you said quietly

“Clearly.”

“Why. I hope not for me.”

“And why would you think that?”

“Because we-”

You were interrupted by Tommy roughly pressing his lips against yours. You let out a whimper and struggled against him. He broke the kiss but pressed his forehead against yours.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Mr Shelby.”

“I already was.”

He pressed another rough kiss against your lips. You pulled your arms free from his grip and put them against his chest. You knew you should push him away and yet you didn’t. Tommy smirked against your lips and took a step closer. This time you broke the kiss but Tommy’s lips remained close to yours.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” you said

“Then tell Alfie.”

“How do you know I haven’t already.”

“Because he still wants to do business with me.”

Tommy cupped your cheeks and forced you to look at him. You wanted to pull away. You wanted to go back to Alfie. Yet something made you stay, unable to look away from Tommy’s blue eyes.

“You know where I’m staying,” he said quietly, “I want you there by nine tonight.”

“Why? I’m not fucking you again.”

“No. You’re going to tell me who you killed.”

“And will that make you leave me alone?”

“We’ll see.”

You didn’t know why you did what Tommy told you to do. But here you were, knocking on his hotel door. The door swung open and you pushed passed him and into his room. You walked to the other side of his room, hugging yourself tightly, as the door swung shut behind you. You didn’t say anything as Tommy offered you a drink. You took a large gulp before saying,

“I was a nurse during the War. Part of the reason why Alfie kept me on. It’s hard to find nurses who know when to be discreet.”

“I am aware.”

“I’ve seen some shit. People often forget about that. Obviously not as much as soldiers but still…” you trailed off and shrugged, before taking another large gulp of your drink, “enough.”

To your surprise Tommy remained silent as you spoke. He was sitting on the edge of the bed drinking and smoking. You started to pace up and down the room.

“We saved lives,” you continued, “and yet soldiers saw us as free game. Free from VD. They felt entitled,” you spat the word, “to us. Some of us gave in. After all, not many options out on a battlefield. Some just felt sorry for the soldiers. And others,” you took a deep breath and shook your head, “didn’t have a choice.”

You walked over and re-filled your glass. You knew you shouldn’t be drinking this much but you needed it to get through what happened. The only other people who knew were Alfie and Harry. You were taking a big risk telling Tommy this.

“Her name was Penny,” you said, “sweet girl. Too sweet for the line of work but she wanted to do her bit. One of the soldiers took a liking to her and she was too nice to tell him to fuck off. Maybe she felt sorry for him, can’t see why myself. Wounded in battle or not, he was a fucking cunt.”

You drew in a shuddering breath and let it out slowly.

“Anyway, he wouldn’t take no for an answer. He fucking raped her and nobody did anything. She couldn’t fucking cope. I was the one who found her body. So I did something about it. I drugged him and smothered him. It was too good of a death for him. No one fucking questioned it or maybe they just turned another blind eye. At the end of the day it was just another death to them. Just another casualty of war.”

You slammed your glass down on a table. Tommy lit another cigarette and offered it to you. You took it gratefully, glad to have something to distract yourself with.

“And do you regret it?”

You looked sharply over at Tommy. His gaze never left you and you said,

“I’d do it again in a heartbeat. I’ve had people die on me but he’s the only one I’ve deliberately killed.”

“And would you kill again?”

“Does that matter.”

“It might do.”

“You sound like Alfie.”

“Is that a compliment.”

“I’ll leave that up to you to decide, Tommy.”

You had caved. You finally uttered the one word that he had wanted you to say. You stubbed out your cigarette as Tommy stood up and approached you.

“And will you be coming back?” he asked, “to Birmingham.”

To him.

“I might be.”

“I expect you to.”

You grimaced and shook your head. You walked towards the door, half expecting Tommy to stop you.

“I’m sure this won’t be the last time we see each other.” you said

“It won’t be.” Tommy said as you walked out of his room

The walk back to your home was uneventful. Then again, working for someone like Alfie did grant you a level of protection. You let out a sigh of relief when you finally got home. You closed your eyes as you rested your head against the door and slid to the ground.

“You did what I told you to do.”

You opened your eyes and looked up at Alfie.

“Yeah,” you said, “I did. Didn’t feel right though.”

“Not fucking meant to.”

Alfie sat down next to you and you rested your head on his shoulder.

“And you sure you want me to go back to Birmingham?”

“Fucking told you to, didn’t I?”

“Right of course.”

“Only this time, I’m sending your cunty brother with you.”

“Harry isn’t a cunt.”

“Sure he isn’t, love.”

#fanfiction #peaky blinders #reader insert #thomas shelby #tommy shelby #alfie solomons #thomas shelby x reader #tommy shelby x reader #alfie solomons x reader

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return-of-a-space-cowboy · 4 months

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Not gonna lie, I feel like Risotto would love a Chubby Darling

Yes yes yes. It's the truth and I'm going feral. He would love every roll and curve!! Now the worm living in my brain demands I write something, so I present a short.

Cute

(Risotto X chubby gender neutral reader)

Everytime he came in you couldn't help but stare. Tall, bleached white hair, black and red eyes and a grungy sense of fashion. He wasn't the demographic that typically came to this coffee shop, but he'd become a daily customer and always tipped if he had spare change so the staff didn't care much.

He'd always order a long black and read the newspaper for a while before leaving. Occasionally you'd have an entitled customer point him out and demand he leave the establishment. You'd always just give them the same monotone response.

"He's a paying customer and he's not causing any issues"

There was one particularly pushy client once who'd redirected her complaints to you.

"Then I'll take my business elsewhere since they don't even seem to have any standards for staff either, telling by you" she hissed only to be met by him behind her. She held her handbag tightly to her chest as she quivered in front of him.

"If you have a problem with me then you bring it up with me, don't go dragging others into a job that's not theirs" he told the woman simply. She sprinted away almost immediately.

Then there was that one time he asked for your number. Of course you were shocked. Out of anyone why was it you he was asking you. He'd probably caught your eyes wandering when he didn't have a shirt on.

Yeah he was as attractive as he was intimidating but you knew he'd catch people's attention and then they'd inevitably look at you and wonder why the hell someone like him was dating someone like you.

You'd tried dating before but You'd inevitably get the 'oh you look abit bigger then the photo' or them giving you unsolicited weight loss advice. It honestly made you feel worthless, constantly being judged by your size. You felt like you worth worthy of love.

Besides you knew nothing about this guy except his name was Risotto. You doubt he wanted to date you.

Ever since you'd tried to avoid taking orders whenever he was around.

And now here you are... hands chained up to a pipe somehow in some dinghy ally in the middle of the night while he stared you down.

"Please let me go... If you want my money I'll give you my pin code" you muttered a plea.

"I have no need for your money" he told you.

Your hands tried to reach down to pull down your top that was currently riding up your waist but he swiftly stopped you. He free hand giving your hip a squeeze, his fingers sinking into your supple flesh.

You gasped as you pulled yourself away from him.

"You creeps have no standards" you hissed under your breath.

"You really think that little of yourself? I think you're quite cute actually" he told you. Your eyes widened in shock, why him of all people was attracted to you, you wouldn't understand.

He continued to kneed your body. The pout on your lips as he did so was adorable.

"No one has told you that, have they?" He asked you as his hands continued to rub and squeeze your hips. You remained silent.

"You didn't think you were good enough me... that's why you said no and cut me off?" He continued before placing a kiss on your forehead. You slumped down the wall, sobbing. Was it fear or that he was it him reading you like a book, you couldn't tell anymore.

His heart was practically racing as he saw the way your body pressed and molded together. The ripples in your thighs as they pressed tightly together, the way your waist rolled over the pants you were wearing and how you stomach bulged out more. God you were perfect.

"Just leave me alone" you muttered.

"But I love you" he retorted.

"You know nothing about me" you said

"I know a lot about you (Y/n) (M/n) (L/n), as a matter of fact I think I know all there is to know about you" he said. How did he find out what your middle and last name were?

You wanted to scream for help but you knew better then to try after how he managed to chain you up in thin air. You could only assume chains were the least that he could do.

"Risotto please.... please let me go" you begged again. He lifted your face to look up at him, you cheeks. Even with how gentle he held you, your face squished like putty around his fingers.

"No one's going to hurt you ever again" he told you.

#yandere jjba #yandere jojo's bizarre adventure #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere risotto

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ayyy-pee · 2 years

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You saying Kishibe call me is so fucking funny LMAO - thought I’d also hop in your inbox and let you know that your writing is great! It’s really impressive how you’re able to write so much consistently and have it just be that good I really don’t know how you do it. And if you’re taking requests I have a general drabble request for anything that has to do with Kishibe + squirting and an age gap - no worries if you aren’t though! :)

LMFAOOOOOOO no because i mean it. i need him to hit my line EXPEDITIOUSLY!!! thank you so much for reading and supporting and enjoying my work! that makes me so glad to hear!

i've literally never written squirting before. like i don't think yall understand. i've written smut like six times ever dlfkjdsk i'm a pretty new writer LMFAO so i hope this is ok!

** Reader is an adult but Kishibe is an ancient annoying grumpy old man!

This fucking old piece of shit. He was going to kill you. He was going to take everything from you and leave you limp and boneless across his desk.

“Shhhhh, I told you to keep it down,” his rough voice commands.

You bite down on your tongue hard, the sharp metallic taste of blood invading your senses. It’s quiet in the office, the end of the workday having sent everyone home…you hope. Somehow, a quick visit to Kishibe’s office ended with you on the edge of his desk with your legs spread wide, knuckles white with your tight grip and your superior hovering over you with his hand between your thighs.

You’ve been going at it for a while now, Kishibe continuously bringing you to your peak only to snatch it away when he feels your legs begin to shake around his hand, feels your walls clamp down on his fingers. He won’t let you cum until he’s ready. Until you’re a writhing puddle beneath him.

“Kishibe…please,” you beg, tears streaming down your face as he’s yanked yet another orgasm out of reach. “Please, please. I want to cum so bad, Kishibe. I need to cum.”

He hums quietly, pressing a kiss to your ear, the smell of liquor hot on his breath. “And that’s the problem with you up and coming devil hunters. So entitled,” he breathes against your skin.

Your eyes flutter closed as he curls his fingers inside of you, a quiet whimper leaving your lips.

“Should I let you cum?”

“Because…” you groan, half from pleasure and half from irritation because it doesn’t fucking matter. No answer is going to be the right one. He’s so damn frustrating…But the reward is worth the suffering.

It’s always like this with you and this old bastard. He’s such an asshole, scares everyone off when he comes stumbling down the halls at work. Drives you crazy when he orders you to do something you hate just so he can see you scowl and tell him to go fuck himself. Then when the halls are empty and it’s quiet in the building, you meet him in his office where he presses you against the floor to ceiling glass window that overlooks the Tokyo skyline…yanks your pants down and makes you cum so hard you see stars.

A sharp curl of Kishibe’s thick fingers makes you gasp loudly, his free hand coming up to shove three fingers past your lips. “Suck,” he orders. And you do as you’re told. He pumps his digits in and out of your hole, the lewd squelching sounds and your rapid breaths the only thing that can be heard. Kishibe presses a tender kiss to your forehead as you squeeze your eyes shut, the sudden display of affection making your heart race, making the coil in your stomach grow tighter.

“I keep telling you to be quiet and you just…” he curls the fingers in your cunt, making you whimper softly as they brush a particularly sensitive spot, “...don’t…” he pumps his digits in and out, in and out, “...listen.”

Kishibe sighs, pressing the fingers in your mouth down on your tongue and you inhale sharply, trying to fight off the urge to gag against his hand. Tears roll freely down your cheeks. His dark eyes stare down at you with no sympathy as you writhe against his hand. You close your eyes, biting back any moans that threaten to escape as Kishibe works his fingers inside of you.

“You want to cum?”

“Mhmm, please,” you hum, your begging muffled against his fingers as you nod enthusiastically. He angles his fingers so that they’re grazing against your g-spot and your muffled moan only makes Kishibe tap against that spot over and over again.

The coil gets tighter, the pooling in your belly gets hotter, your breathing gets harder. You feel your body shuddering. Your brows knit together, you’re almost there. As long as he doesn’t stop.

Eyes still closed, you feel Kishibe pull his thick fingers from the cavern of your mouth and you take a deep breath before you feel his large hand then wrap around your neck, pulling you towards him.

“Look at me,” Kishibe tells you. And you listen. Through watery eyes, you peer up at him. You’re not sure what you expect to see. Maybe his dead eyes still looking at you as though you’re worthless. Or maybe he’ll gaze at you lovingly like you sometimes hope he’ll do when he has you like this; give you something to show he cares about you as more than just his fuck buddy.

But it’s neither of those. It’s a simple, sly smirk curling at the end of his lips that has you panting, has your thighs shaking, has you falling over the edge. Kishibe leans down, presses his forehead to yours as he fucks his fingers into your pussy and utters the words you’ve been dying to hear all night…“Cum.”

The coil in your belly snaps, your soft walls squeezing and clenching around Kishibe’s fingers as your release oozes from your cunt. And he’s still pumping, still curling, still abusing your g-spot. He has you shaking, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as Kishibe watches you come undone before him.

“Give me everything,” he grunts, pumping his digits into you faster, the obnoxious smacking sounds of his soaked palm slapping against your drenched cunt filling the space. And then your legs are shaking again, your mouth falling open in a silent scream as yet another orgasm washes over you.

“Good girl,” he whispers, eyes drifting down to your pussy. He curls his fingers inside of you. “Another,” he demands.

You shake your head, panting, gasping for air as you try to catch your breath from back to back releases. You’re so sensitive. You can’t possibly cum again.

“You can,” Kishibe tells you, as though he’s read your mind. “You can give me one more. I know you can.”

Then he gives you a taste of what you’ve always been looking for from him. He tightens his grip around your neck just a little, pulling you to him as he places a sweet, soft kiss to your lips. And you’re going over the edge again.

“Kishi–ohh–fuck, Kishibe I’m–”

Your walls clamp down on Kishibe’s fingers once more and this time you can’t stop the loud cry that rushes past your lips and straight into Kishibe’s mouth. You can’t stop the way your body convulses on the desk as your third orgasm tears through you and you definitely can’t stop the rush of liquid that shoots from your core, drenching the paperwork beneath your ass on the desk, Kishibe’s hand and the front of his pants.

There’s a momentary silence, save for your harsh breathing.

“Oh?” Is all Kishibe can muster as he stares down at the mess between you two. He looks just as surprised as you do, brows raised high on his forehead. He pulls his fingers from inside of you, a long string of your slick connecting you to each other until he wipes it off on his pants. He steps back, his gaze now examining the puddle on the floor and between your legs.

“Well…I guess it’s good the cleaning crew hasn’t come through yet.”

You can’t do anything but laugh, caught off guard by his sudden humor, but still too frazzled to do much more.

Kishibe hums, unbothered as he reaches into his pocket to take out his flask. He pops it open and throws his head back to take a swig…only to realize it’s empty. Grumbling, he puts it away and glances over at you, still spread wide for him on his desk.

“Fix yourself up while I get changed,” he says as he makes to leave. “I’ll wait for you downstairs. We can go for drinks.”

#kishibe x reader #kishibe hcs #old kishibe x reader #kishibe x you #kishibe smut #this kishibe brainrot will kill me one day #i need him so bad #they didn't have to animate him that way #KISHIBEEEEEE CALL MEEEEEEEEEE #csm kishibe x reader #kishibe x y/n #kishibe x black reader #x black reader #x reader #anime x black reader #anime x reader #kishibe i cannot stop thinking about you #kishibe i'm literally begging #on my knees begging for you to call me

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Twin anon here!

I think the council of anons is incredibly funny. I’m just gonna forever imagine us all sitting at a round table or something dhdhhd

on the moderates for streamer enid note I do think my theory would die then :( definitely be more aware of what siblings Enid had. I mean I think it was said before that Endespairs fandom knew she had a bunch of brothers so the closer my twin theory is to enid the more it kinda collapses.

Also because I’m here- I never realized how sad the twin theory was till he pointed it out. Like oh my god that is devastating. Like imagine the twin you have marrying your idol that’s actually so horrifying. (It’s also a good fanfic idea for a cheating au…)

NAWH BC

Enid spent three years attached to Wednesday, going through all kinds of shit together and you're telling me-

One break, just two years of far apart so they can build their own lives and Wednesday gets married to enid's twin

Girl would be devastated. Obviously you aren't entitled to someone's feelings but Enid, who most likely has a more successful twin in terms of wolfing out and thus better connections to the birth family- holy shit, she'll be bitter. She'll wonder, what is it like, to have everything she wanted. Everything she needed. A family, better treatment and her mate.

She wonders what's it like to see them dead

Its not even an idol thing either twin anon! I like to think, Enid genuinely loves Wednesday at this point and like, it'll probably hurt to see someone get so close so easily. But she'll accept it, she's Wednesday's best friend, she needs to accept it.

And when she stands in the altar, in the wrong side of the platform, she will clasp a hand so dangerously close to her twins neck and whisper a congratulations before Wednesday walks down the aisle.

Can you blame Enid, for closing her eyes for just a moment and wishing that Wednesday was walking to her?

The toast afterwards is essentially a confession. She spills her whole feelings, of the gratitude and the greatfulness and the love she has for Wednesday. She waxes it with waving hands and trembling fingers. Wednesday is smiling at her throughout this and it hurts bc her hand is on someone else's and not hers.

Nobody reads it more than a clingy bestfriend who most likely can't spend more time with the other now. Nobody sees the shine of tears barely hidden back and theres a tremble to the glass she's holding when she finishes.

By the end of the whole thing, Enid hugs Wednesday like it was their very first time. It's tight, just like how Wednesday wanted and the sigh that she earns from that has Enid free falling back into how in love she is with Wednesday.

But, it isn't reciprocated and so she pulls back and the tears are spilling. Wednesday chuckles and wipes it away with such softness and care that was once only theirs.

She says, "I love you too, Enid." she sees the love, yes but she is blind for she doesn't see how willing Enid is to die for her. She doesn't see the regret of pushing for the necessary space between them, she doesn't see- she doesn't know that werewolves mate for life.

Enid smiles and savors the eyes of her love. She traces the skin on Wednesday's face, the dip of her dimple and gives a single kiss to Wednesday's forehead. It isn't enough, it's never enough but Enid can't be selfish so she pulls away.

She walks out of the event and Wednesday's life with such ease that it leaves her gasping down a block away.

Enid feels like a ghost since that day onward, untethered and lost in the world.

Idt streamer Enid would exist at this point if the twin thing were true 😭 she'd prob just be a movie reviewer like the og concept of sin. If she ever does become Endespair, she'll probably have a more sarcastic and melachony vibe to the streams. Not alot of Wednesday simping, just cold analytics and if you're a Lil delulu, fondness in her tone.

Didn't expect it to turn into a whole ass drabble but I'm feeling angst so I hope yall liked it.

#Twin anon #Streamer Enid au #Writing #Angst #Wenclair

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felicitysmoaksx · 10 months

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anything Rheese and the 'come back, be here' series?

Hi anon! Thanks so much for the prompt. So this drabble is from Guilty By Association. It was adapted from an outtake scene I had, but I don't think I can flesh it out enough to get it to be a full fic. In this au Connor did call his dad for help to get Sarah bailed out.

Family had always been a tricky thing for Connor. At the age of eighteen, Connor had cut his father and sister from his life as if they had been rotten flesh (in his father’s case he had exactly been rotten like rotten flesh) but sometimes rotten flesh had their uses, Connor kept telling himself that as he found the number he had been searching for in his contacts, pressing his phone to his ear.

“Connor, my this is a surprise,” Cornelius Rhodes’ voice was already grating on his son’s nerves and he had only answered the call. It must’ve been a new record. Connor swallowed back his retort of annoyance. After all, he was calling to ask his father for a favor. There was more of a chance of catching more flies with honey than vinegar.

“Dad, I need a favor.” There was no use in small talk. Connor hated it, besides if he tried, his father would snuff it out.

“Oh?”

“I need you to pull whatever strings you have at the CPD and get someone out of jail for me."

"And why would I do that? You certainly haven't been..." Connor tuned out the rest of what his father was saying and resisted the urge to throw his phone at the wall.

"Because Dad," he sighed agitatedly. He had put Sarah in that jail cell for nothing. Because his patient was ruined by his own self-entitled father, and now Connor was doing the same with his. But this was for Sarah. His wife, who was only in this situation because she had been backing him up. She was worth breaking his own self-imposed rules for. "She's been my wife of three years and your daughter-in-law."

[LINE BREAK] [LINE BREAK] [LINE BREAK] [LINE BREAK] [LINE BREAK]

Sarah kept her back and eyes closed as she leaned against the concrete wall of her holding cell.

"Sarah Rhodes?" Someone called out and Sarah picked her head up, glancing around as she raised her hand. The police officer moved to the door of the holding cell. Then it was unlocked and held open for the curly-haired brunette.

"You're free to go."

"What? How is that-" Sarah asked as she started forward. Then a movement caught her eye and she turned toward it. There stood a man she had only seen from afar and in old pictures. Cornelius Rhodes stood a little ways away, looming and eyeing her warily.

The brunette sighed internally, bracing herself as she made her way to her father-in-law whom she hadn't met once in the last three years she and Connor had been married.

"Mr. Rhodes," she said quietly.

"Daughter-in-law," he said in equal quiet, flinging the title like it was an insult. She didn't take the bait though. Instead, she gave him a wan smile.

[LINE BREAK] [LINE BREAK] [LINE BREAK] [LINE BREAK] [LINE BREAK]

Sarah was escorted the rest of the way by her father-in-law to see her husband waiting for her, looking wary and tired.

“So I come out of surgery to find out my wife has been arrested. I’m still wondering how we got to point C when we started at A.”

“She was going arrest Maggie for it and we both know that ED needs her. She keeps it running like a well-oiled machine. So I stepped in and took her place because she had your back with the blood draw and it’s like I told her, you’re my husband. You're more my responsibility than you are hers.”

Connor huffed, but still leaned in to kiss her forehead, forgetting that his father was standing behind them. “Greying prematurely is a real thing, you know.”

She laughed as he wrapped her in her coat to protect her from the Chicago arctic blast, “You just never thought I’d be the one in jail. You thought it’d be the other way around, didn’t you Dr. Rhodes?”

“Nuh-uh,” he wagged his finger at her, “That tone or name is not going to work right now, because we have to go back by the hospital. Mrs. Goodwin and Maggie both want to see you.”

Then Connor glanced up, finally meeting his father's eyes for the first time. His tone was surprisingly sincere when he said, "Thank you for this. I really appreciate it, Dad."

Cornelius Rhodes couldn't find it in him to speak because he was witnessing his son as a husband for the first time. So when the older man met Connor's eyes, he merely nodded and watched the couple make their way out of the precinct.

#one chicago #chicago med #Rheese #Sarah Reese #Connor Rhodes #my writing #Come Back Be Here Series #felicitysmoaksx 2023 advent writing challenge

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bluejayboi · 1 year

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Servant of Evil

This is part 2 of my Story of Evil song series. Enjoy~

Part 1: Daughter of Evil

Part 3: Regret Message

TW: Yandere themes, mental breakdown (of yandere), murder and violence (no explicit details)

Songs to listen to while reading:

Servant of Evil- Will Stetson, Lizz Robinett: English, Lizz Robinett: Japanese, Classical version, Boba and Ari

Everything had been starting to get better. Sure, it’s not perfect– you could never leave the confines of the palace, you had to put up with a petulant princess who demanded your time and attention, and the temper she showed when she got jealous was a force to be reckoned with– but it was at least manageable now. Riliane had taken steps to be kinder and more respectful to you. She was still entitled and threw fits when she didn’t get her way, but she never took things out on you and went out of her way to try to make you happy. So long as you treated her with basic kindness, she would dote on and cling to you. Allen was as respectful as ever, always making sure you were taken care of. While his first priority was serving his sister, you were a close second. He loved pampering you and always had an affectionate look in his eyes when he saw you.

You still fantasized about your freedom though. You spent great spans of time–mainly during the dull political meetings that you didn’t have to pay attention to– daydreaming about being able to run through fields of wildflowers, go wading through streams, and live a simpler life in a nice cottage in the woods– far away from all this mess. You knew it was probably impossible but you made plans regardless; You would snatch whatever treasures you could, steal a horse from the royal stables, ride away during night fall, fetch the money that you hid back when you were a worker at the palace instead of a glorified prisoner, and use both that and the stolen treasures to finance your escape and future life. You would travel far from here, carving a home for yourself wherever you ended up. You’d never have to worry about being kidnapped and held prisoner. You would be allowed to live your own life, free of these golden chains.

Things were running somewhat smoothly. The kingdom was doing well, despite unrest about the princess raising taxes ever higher. Your relationship with the twins had become bearable. It was all going well. Until the Prince in Blue and the Lady in Green came for a visit.

The two were visiting the kingdom for political discourse. Riliane had brought you to the discussions to show off her precious darling in front of the other royals. Unfortunately for her, the two seemed to express more interest in you than she was comfortable with. They were especially kind to you, even inviting you to come visit their kingdoms. As the three of you talked, Riliane grew more and more insecure. What if they tried to take you away? What if you ended up liking them more than her? What if you tried to leave her? Everything broke down when the Lady in Green gave you a kiss on the forehead when she was taking her leave.

Riliane was too overwhelmed in the moment to act. She just froze up, staring listlessly at the woman’s retreating form. Envy enveloped her as she started seeing green. It was as if she had gone numb. She ordered Allen to bring you back to your room. She fled to her own room, barricading herself in. No one knows exactly what happened behind those locked doors but the screams of anger, banging of furniture being toppled, and shattering of glass told them all they needed to know about the princess’ mental state. Once things calmed down in her room, she summoned her Minister. Her voice was low and cruel as she muttered “Go seek out the Kingdom Green. Destroy all of their land.” He nodded and left and she called in her brother next, ordering him to dispose of the Lady in Green. He left to do so with a heavy heart.

After her orders were given, she went to your room. You’d never seen the princess look this distressed and disheveled. Her hair was a mess, her gown was ripped, and her face was wet from tears and with makeup smudged across it from her trying to wipe the tears away. She threw herself on you, sobbing and desperately clinging to you like a scared child hugging a plush. She glued herself to your side for that night and the following days. She tried to compose herself and put on her usual confident air but she kept breaking, clinging to you pathetically with little sniffles that would lead to sobs if you didn’t comfort her. With her confident aura put on the backburner, she was actually honest about her feelings with you. She explained how insecure she was about you not loving her or loving someone more than her. She told you how scared she was of losing you, like she had lost her brother for so many years before they were reunited. She’s so distraught that she can’t even take care of herself, so you have to drag her to the bathroom to wash her makeup off. You get some servants to draw her a bath and get some food prepared. She’s still reluctant to leave you so you tell her that you’ll be right outside the bathroom door (or inside the bathroom with her if that doesn’t make you uncomfortable) and talk to her while she’s having her bath. The bath and food are enough to help stabilize her a bit but she still ended up crying herself to sleep as she’s hugged against you and with you trying to calm her down by running your fingers through her hair.

She did what she could to keep you in the dark about her actions. She knows you don’t like bloodshed and cruelty but they deserve it! That Lady in Green tried to take her precious lover! So why shouldn’t she and her kingdom pay the consequences for her actions?!

Despite doing her best to hide it, you ended up learning the truth. Houses were burned before people's eyes. Soldiers and innocents alike were murdered on sight, being left to die on the streets. And the princess wasn’t swayed in the least. When you try to confront her for what she’s done she simply smiles innocently and chimes “Oh my, it’s tea time!” before trying to serve you some brioche

The night Allen returned was horrible. The boy was clearly shaken by something. He had a far off look in his eyes. When his sister greeted him upon his return, he smiled and told her ‘it was done’. But once her back was turned, you could see his smile quiver and his eyes glaze over. You brought him to your room and asked him what was wrong. He tried to deny at first, giving you a smile that you could clearly tell was forced. You caught him off guard with a tight hug. Despite everything he had done, you had formed a bond with him. You felt like you both were in a similar boat. He was a victim of his sister too, forced to act against his morals for the sake of keeping her happy. Just because he was here willingly, doesn’t mean he wasn’t suffering from her actions. So you hugged him and rubbed his back, telling him that he can let it out and that you wouldn’t tell anyone what he says. You can feel him tense up in your hug before melting into your arms. You can feel warm tears drip onto your shoulders as he buries his head against you and grips onto you like a life raft. You can’t make out everything through his sobs but you can hear that he ‘loved her’, that he ‘didn’t want to hurt her’ and that he ‘had to’. You do your best to comfort him. After a while, he looks at the clock and thanks you before leaving your embrace. You ask if he’ll be okay and simply says that ‘Riliane will need her nightly tea’ while giving you a bittersweet smile.

Neither of you talk about what happened but you go out of your way to help each other. He goes above and beyond to pamper you (you didn’t think you could be any more spoiled but clearly that was wrong) and you force him to come to your room when Riliane isn’t taking up either of your time so you can talk or simply hug one another in silence.

#story of evil #yandere #yandere headcanons #yandere vocaloid #yandere x reader #tw yandere #yandere story

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siremasterlawrence · 2 years

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The First Encounter

Part 1

John Micheal King walks into the middle of the stage rook enclose by a three point camera set up.

He sits in the chair across from me this big grin overtaking the room teeth so white they shine brightly.

I can see how confident he is thinking that I fear him because of everyone else he bloom outs confidence.

He is not alpha male I don’t care what he is looking like to himself or to anyone else I can think.

I sigh a bit with a smirk knowing full well I am about to assume full control over his entire being.

The lights cover the room allowing us total absolute access as the camera rolls on to

record it all.

He leans over picking up the glass from the table so he can take a sip of the water I drugged it.

He sips it up again taking one slow over time letting it drug him up, his eyes roll back into his head.

His head falls backwards as his body fell on to the back of chair and he sinks into the floor.

I jump up in excitement shaking my hands in a feverish pitch warming up the energy is on a new path.

Surging through his body is new cells edited by me entering his bloodstream as I assume some control.

I crack up a bit standing up pricking his big ass forehead waking him up in his new sexy alter state.

“Can you hear me John?”

“Yyyyeeeesssss”

“I need to take a trip with me”

“Yyyeeeesss”

“The floor vanishes under you”

“You free fall into the abyss”

“I own you now”

“You are in my nothingness “

“Your brain is now a drip and I am your sink”

“The drip is your brain”

“Filling up the sink with your mind goop”

“Sir Yes Sir”

Part 2

John set up a trap for his son Johnny who is a feisty mischievous little runt who plays a lot of sports.

Literally he is hot but his stubborn streak is over the top so god damn hot headed young man.

He paces the floor of their pent house suit in a stupid attitude slamming the door he only thinks about him.

He removes the coffee mug lifting it up in the air he pours out into his cup jugging it down his throat.

He can’t stand the idea someone stood him up he suddenly felt dizzy his head beginning to pound him.

He holds it up as the room slowly stirs spins out of control his eyes roll upward falling on to the ground.

His head shook falling to his knees I can see from a camera man on the side his sweat is profusely growing.

His head falls back onto the table hitting it so hard he knocks out of his own awareness of his reality.

His eyes grow foggy closing in on him it is his own mind sinking into the abyss all is lost forever.

“John grab your son and place him on the bed.”

“Yes Master!”

“Sir Yes Sir”

“Slap him hard”

“Oh Great! You are awake”

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Who are you?”

“I don’t….I don’t know”

“Exactly! Mwahahahahaha “

“It’s ok Johnny”

“You will soon learn”

“Stripped of it all”

“You belong to me”

“No more entitlement or privilege”

“No more control”

Part 3

“Master my son Alex is on the phone”

“Hello? Who is this?”

“Silence”

“My voice is open”

“Forever in control”

“I am your Master”

“I own you “

“Yyyyeeesssss”

“Sir Yes Sir”

“I am the man of your dreams”

“You fell for me”

“I am your everything “

“You gave me everything “

“You sold your soul”

“You surrender to me”

“Yes Sir”

“God! I love you”

“My king”

“My world”

“Your leader”

“Blow me a kiss”

“Accept it”

“Od course”

The end

#tom hardy #robbie amell #colton haynes #reimagined #mind control #father and son

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strawberry-barista · 2 years

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⚅ — Anonymous asked: — ⚅

⚅ — You were right, no one wants to hear what you have to say. Why would they? You're useless. No one needs you, not even Joshua, now that he has Hope. Every single person you love feels unloved, unloveable, do you really think that's a coincidence? No. You make them feel that way.

You push a sense of closeness onto everyone around you to fuel your own ego, your own desires, and are unwilling to consider any other kinds of relationships. You miss the warmth and comfort of your own family, and you try to fill that hole with impressionable, troubled "kids" who you claim to adopt. But what kind of parent has a favorite child, Sanae? How do you think Joel felt when you told him that? How do you think it feels to always play second-fiddle to a whiny, entitled brat who has done nothing but hurt you, who won't even let you avenge your own daughter?

Oh, but he lets you hug him. And kiss him. And where would you be without that? That's why you cling so hard, why you let him mistreat you--you would be so cold and lonely without him, and you couldn't stand that. It doesn't matter how subpar you think his personality is, because he shuts right up when you're giving him affection, anyways, and don't you love it when he does that?

Ah, well, don't let me stop you from continuing to ruin the lives of everyone you decide to "adopt." I hope the next old man who bumps foreheads with you and calls you "Kitten" is somehow able to love you back. — ⚅

Insult the Muse!

— ★ ⚄ ★ —

It takes Hanekoma a moment to respond to this. There was so much vehemence in it, and it was almost hateful in its delivery. He wondered if he had done something to hurt this person in the past. Or maybe it was just the case of someone trying so hard it was coming off as desperate...

In any case, it wasn't entirely wrong. He had made terrible mistakes, and he had to acknowledge that. He couldn't act like nothing happened. It was the current that really had any sway on things, though. Not that he should forget these past transgressions, but that he should move forward anyway. That was the name of the game, wasn't it? Move forward anyway.

He pulled a grin at his customer and turned to pour them a coffee float, "In the midst of all that, you still found a way to wish me happiness in the future? That's sweet'a ya, boss~ Mm... In all seriousness, though, you gotta know all that stuff, that... Those bad memories? They're just that. I have to do what I can to atone for that... Ah, but... That's probably not a satisfying answer, is it?"

He glanced over his shoulder to spy his guest, judging the weight in their posture before returning to his work. This one was coming along nicely, and it has was sure the dollop of ice cream would soften them up a bit.

"Let me address everything you've talked about, one at a time... I am... Painfully aware of just how much no one needs me. It's one of my biggest... Ah... Hurdles, I guess. I'm not supposed to call 'em problems anymore. Negative language, ya know. But yeah. That's something I gotta work on. Well, I just see it this way, now: if I'm not needed, all the better. That means they're doin' good, or they're on the road to doin' good. I shouldn't want someone to need me. Emotionally, spiritually, or physically. I want everyone to be independent and happy with their lives. And I'm glad Joshua is finding help in others. I want him to make more friends and family. It's good for 'im. It's a good step. It doesn't bother me if that pulls him away from me. He's free to live his life with whoever he wants to. I'll always be here for him either way. Mm... I dunno if I would agree that I'm the reason they feel that way, though, boss. We've all got our own hurdles to get over."

He finished brewing the coffee and scooped out the ice cream, being sure to doll it up a bit before he spun around and carefully placed the glass before his guest. If there was no one else in the café at the time, he was happy to show off his skills and be flashy here.

"Now, when it comes to my trying to use them to replace my own family, you're... Kind of right. I'll give ya that. I've got this big old hole in my chest, boss, and I wanna fill it with all the warmth and love and happiness that I miss from 'em. And so I try to build a family with those people I get invested in. And yeah, maybe I could learn to chill a little about that. After all, not everyone wants that outta me. Haz, too, he didn't wanna be that close. So... I'm learning to step back and respect their boundaries. That's something I'm working on right now. The reason I told Joel about how I felt was because I didn't want him to feel blindsided by that information later, or suddenly understand it to then feel as if he wasn't important because of it. And I didn't want him to feel lied to in case he already knew. Lemme give ya a little secret, boss. Most parents have favorites. I bet even single kids have parents who play favorites among their friends. But that's not what this is. My connection to Joshua is on a whole other kinda level. We're soulmates, I truly believe that. Bound by countless universes. He's literally the one person I am destined to be tied to, no matter what. Of course I love him most. I can't help that. But when your heart's as big as mine, there's plenty'a room, and that's the important thing."

And finally he leaned forward, pressed his elbows against the counter and he lowered himself down and gazed over his glasses at the other, really sized them up. He couldn't help how his smile got just a little bigger, how proud he was of himself for holding these truths in his hands and being able to look them full force, dead in the eye.

"Aaaand, about your little comment? I can truly say that I wish that for myself, too, one'a these days. I'd be lying if I didn't admit that a part'a me still wishes it could be the obvious, but that's done and over. And I'm movin' on. I'm not holding out for anything, of course, but if I stumble into love, maybe I'll try a little harder next time, eh?"

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If Angel was really sleepy so she got extra clingy it would make demonrry so cocky. Like imagine him trying to get out of bed to use the bathroom or something and she is not letting go she 🦥 while he walks to the bathroom hahahahahaha that mans ego would ⬆️⬆️⬆️⬆️

He’d go to grab a snack and she’d cling to his arm and let out the most childish whine he’s ever heard. “Where are you going?”

“Hungry. Gonna grab something to eat.”

“No.”

“Pardon?”

“No.” She repeats, and then proceeds to hook her legs around his waist and lock her arms around his neck, burying her face into the center of his bare back as she groans dramatically. “Stay.”

Harry casts his eyes towards the ceiling at her theatrics, the corners of his lips twisting smugly as he reaches back and squeezes the underside of her thighs playfully, where he knows she’s ticklish. Y/N squirms against his palms, but her ever-present stubbornness refuses to release him. He sighs tiredly as he confronts her antics, a cocky undercurrent sewn into his words. “So you want me starve to death, is that it?”

Her voice comes out deadpan, muffled by his smooth skin. “You’re already dead.”

“Doesn’t make starving any less painful.”

Y/N bites into the warm muscles of his spine spitefully, just hard enough to draw a low hiss from his lips. “Take me with you.”

“Why the fuck would I do that? You literally just mauled me.”

“Because.”

“Because what?”

“Because I said so.”

“Is that a threat?”

“Because you love me.”

“That’s debatable at the moment.”

“Just do it.”

Harry glances at her over his broad shoulder, one of his brows inching up curiously. “You really want me to piggy-back you all the way down the stairs and back just so I can grab a granola bar?”

She blinks up at him innocently, nodding her head as if the idea should be obvious. “You said we’d spend the day in bed.”

“And we have.” He reasons, pinching at her thighs again to try and wriggle himself free from her insistent embrace. His actions result in her calves tightening harder around his hips, her ankles crossing over his belly button as her forearms strain against his throat. Harry exhales through his nose in lighthearted surrender, but continues to plead his case nonetheless. “However, I think I’m entitled to a couple of breaks every now and then, for the sake of my stomach and bladder. Don’t you?”

“No.” Y/N grumbles bluntly, burrowing her face deeper against the curve of his spinal column. “I don’t.”

“So you’d rather my organs digest themselves? Or worse, burst?”

“Fine by me. They’ll regenerate, anyways.”

“Wowwww. Very selfish of you. Very unangelic.”

“Don’t care.”

“Babe, I’ll only be a second.” He stretches back and sponges a chaste kiss to the angry crinkles furrowing her forehead. “You can time it and everything.”

“Take me with you.” She reiterates firmly, one of her own brows copying his previous expression, raising slightly in challenge. “If it’ll only take a second, then bringing me along shouldn’t be a problem, right?”

The demon purses his rosy lips to ward off an amused smirk. He hums quietly deep in his chest, shaking his head in an absentminded afterthought. “You’re getting too good at out-witting me. That’s dangerous.”

“You’re losing your edge, Belphegor.”

“I’m not.” Harry argues haphazardly, shifting his hands to get a better grasp of her legs in preparation for their voyage down the stairs. “I’m just letting you win.”

“Mm, sure.” She teases, scooting closer to him until her chest is fully flushed across the expanse of his toned back. “Keep telling yourself that.”

He ignores her quip, leaning back against the mattress before rocking forward with all his strength, using the momentum to propel himself onto his feet. He stumbles forward a few yards as he fishes for his land-legs, zig-zagging towards the door with her in tow, shrieking and giggling at his risky motions. He teeters and jolts grandly, snickering along to her own laughter as she clenches to his body and warns him to be careful. She can tell he’s doing all of this simply to get on her nerves; he has enhanced strength, so lifting her weight requires the same amount of effort a human would put into lifting a piece of paper. He just enjoys fucking with her, in every aspect of the phrase. Thoroughly.

Harry— after a couple more wobbly steps and pretending to almost drop her— finally steels himself, hoisting Y/N higher around his torso with a soft grunt of exertion, his chuckles tapering off to an end. He suddenly makes an odd glitching sound effect that reminds her of a telecom system radioing in, and she can’t help but roll her eyes at his following monologue. And if it coaxes a goofy, smitten grin onto her face, that’s no one’s business but her own.

“Good evening, passengers, this is your Captain speaking. We had a bit of a rough take-off— some turbulence and a close call with a pair of trainers on the floor— but I’m happy to announce that our flight is now officially under way, and it should be smooth sailing from here on out! Please make sure to keep your seatbelt on at all times, and keep all arms, legs, and belongings inside the plane until we have properly landed. That means no groping or inappropriate caressing of any kind— we know the vehicle model is top notch and incredibly irresistible, but for your own safety and the safety of others, please refrain from any debauchery for the remainder of the trip. Our route will take us about two or three minutes total, depending on how clear the skies are, and our final destination is the kitchen. Hopefully. We might stop to refuel in the living room, if the co-Captain continues kissing across the back of my neck. Anywho, thank you for choosing Styles Airlines, we hope you enjoy the ride.”

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[ part seven of a new series called: ‘clips with context’ - feel free to request your own! ]

BACKSEAT BUSINESS

jungkook picked you from the crowd with one thing in mind. and he can’t wait to get started, no matter who’s around. // explicit. requested. 1.8k words

warnings: cursing, dirty talk, fingering, slight exhibitionism, taehyung knows exactly what he’s doing, mentions of oral (m. receiving), a smidge of angst at the end... jungkook is spoiled and entitled.

+ this is the first thing i’ve written in like a month, so if it’s trash go easy on me... i need to get used to writing again lmao

“kook's always gotta find a girl,” yoongi says with a roll of his eyes, words falling on deaf ears as the other six guys chat loudly about who's going in what car. plucked from the crowd toward the end of the show, you had no idea that the singer had spotted you. just assumed the extra time he was spending near your section was pure coincidence. imagine your shock when security was escorting you backstage.

he barely spoke when you were presented to him, just gave you a once over before waving off the man that had brought you. he's dropping his arm around your shoulders and leading you to the couch in the middle of the room. you're tucked into his side the entire time they stand around talking. he's not listening and you're too starstruck to chime in. although, you wouldn't have much to say on the topic.

they were deciding car sharing arrangements from the sound of it. the seven gorgeous men you had watched dance and sing their hearts out on stage, stood right in front of you, paying you no mind.

jungkook sits lazily spread out on the couch as if they're not discussing him not even ten feet away. the tips of his fingers have started drawing light patterns against your naked shoulder, causing goosebumps to lift. his words come as a whisper against your ear: “you look so good in your little dress...” middle finger tracing the hem of it for emphasis. “i can't wait to take you home with me,”

he notices the flush that rises on your cheeks at the end of his words., a smirk playing on his lips as he leans down. his lips are soft, warm against the clammy skin of your neck. at first, he lands light kisses on your skin – testing the waters... then all of a sudden his tongue is pushing out, rolling over a very specific spot before he's sucking that bit of skin past his teeth. you're letting out a gasp in surprise, hand shooting down to clutch his thigh as your eyes widen.

the sound pulls taehyung's attention. it's the first time he's looked at you and yes, he's just as intimidating up close. not a hint of what he's thinking is behind his stare and it has a thump of anxiety growing in your chest. you're just about to start full-on squirming when the corners of his lips lift into a small smile. “i'll ride with them, then. i don't mind.” he says with a shrug and as if that had been the dilemma all along, they're packing up to leave.

all jungkook had done, up til now, was kiss your neck a bit... honestly, you've done a lot more than simple necking – but by the time you're settling the backseat of the tinted window car, you're basically panting. he makes a show of waving off his fans, shouting promises of returning for another show.

as a fan, you're giddy to know that sometime soon they'd be coming back to perform again. as the girl seated beside him, waiting to be felt up – you were quickly growing annoyed... and impatient with his drawn out goodbye. he must sense that the moment he's rolling his window back up because he doesn't waste any time with crowding you.

one large hand laid flat on the center of your stomach while the other pushes your hair on the way, making room for the wet kisses he drags across your skin. it's hard to keep quiet with the way his skilled mouth works. love bites placed so deliberately there's no way you're able to fight the soft hums that fall from your lips. even with the full knowledge that kim taehyung is sat right next to you. like right next to you, his thigh pressed against yours as he manspreads... you could smell his cologne for crying out loud!

taehyung's sole focus is his phone, paying no mind to the way his bandmate pulls your legs apart or the way he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. as if it's far from the first time something like this has happened. and that's when it's clicking in your mind. this isn't the first time this has happened. it's routine, he didn't spot you in the crowd and have this unbearable need to be close to you.

he wasn't going to fall in love with you either. he simply wanted you and he was jeon jungkook, he got what he wanted. and as odd as it was, something about that turned you on even more. he wanted you. out of the ninety thousand people he could've chosen from, he chose you. for the night of course, but you were willing to take what you could get.

you're so lost in the fantasies and scenarios you're whipping up in your head, you don't even register the way he's pulled your legs apart. not until you're feeling the nudge of his fingers against your heat through the fabric of your panties. “make those pretty sounds for me,”

he's pushing your panties to the side, just enough for his fingers to reach through and brush against your exposed slit. the moan you let out isn't even all that loud, yet it catches the attention of the man seated beside you. tae tries to be subtle with the way he watches, holding his phone up as if that's where his focus is. it's obvious that's not the case and something about him watching you has a rush of excitement pooling between your legs.

jungkook chuckles fingers making their way to your now dripping hole. he doesn't say much else, eyes on you as he slowly pushes a finger through. and then another. he's moving at an agonizingly slow pace, enjoying the way you squirm beneath him desperate for more. “you're squeezing me so tight... can't wait to fuck you open.” lips pressed to your ear as he speaks, pulling a desperate whine from your lips.

“jungkook, please...” legs spreading wider for him as your hips grind down into his palm. he's grinning, eyes flickering to the man next to you before he's picking up the pace of his fingers. fucking into you at such a rapid pace, you're not even able to contain the squeal that falls from your lips.

his thumb lifts to meet your clit, circling roughly against it with each thrust of his fingers. he can tell you're close to falling apart, from the way you grip his shirt and the untimed twitch of your hips. “think you can handle one more, baby?” mouth lazily tugging on your earlobe as he speaks.

and you're nodding frantically, spreading your legs wider for him paying no mind to the way your knee knocks against taehyung's thigh. “such a good girl. can't wait to feel you cum all over my dick. you want that too, huh?” three fingers pushed into the knuckle while his thumb slowly rolls your clit underneath it.

he's making you feel so good, you'd agree to anything at this point. which is why you're agreeing to his words instantly, begging him not to wait that long, to make you cum now. and he takes you up on that, pulling his fingers back before quickly pushing forward. the snap of his wrist has enough force behind it to make your hips hit against the seats.

urging you to cum with each push of his fingers, reaching deep enough to just barely brush up against that rough patch of skin inside of you. he doesn't let up on the circle on your clit, adding more pleasure and it's only a few moments until you feel yourself unraveling completely.

your orgasm washes over you entirely, head lulling back while you let out a gasped scream. legs shaking and fingers wrinkling the fabric of his shirt. chanting jumbled syllables that are meant to be his name, judging from the laugh he lets out you're not even slightly close to making sense.

jungkook only pulls his fingers down once you've calmed down completely, lifting the wet digits to show off how your juices glisten in the dim light. and then he's pushing them into his mouth, sucking your taste from them while humming softly. you're watching him, not being able to pull your attention from the way his tongue moves.

you barely register the way he leans down to press his lips to yours, not until the taste of you fills your own mouth. but, just as you're about to kiss him back, he's pulling away. dark eyes drinking you in before he's leaning back against the seats, hands moving toward the buttons of his jeans.

“get down and suck me off,” you're shooting him with a wide gaze, eyes shifting over to where taehyung sits, fake watching the same tiktok on his phone for the tenth time. jungkook follows your gaze, laughs softly before he's dropping his stare back onto you, forehead resting on your temple. “he's not even looking,”

the boner straining against his jeans says otherwise. sensing your hesitance, jungkook tries a different approach, lower lip pushing out to form a pout. the same pout you have saved on your phone over a thousand times. “but, i worked so hard today... don't i deserve a reward?” he's looking up at you through his lashes. “i'll fuck you so perfect when we get to the hotel,” heat pools between your legs at his words.

you make a mental note to end the weeks-long debate with your friends on who's the most spoiled out of the group. it's jungkook, hands down. the youngest in the biggest group in the world, of course, it was him. he expected the entire world to get down on their knees with a simple pout of his lips... which is exactly why you're lowering yourself onto the surprisingly soft car carpet.

he does, in fact, as he put it 'fuck you so perfect when you get to the hotel'. from the moment you're closing the door to well after two in the morning, he's inside you. tossing you around, holding you down... fucking you open until your body shakes with overstimulation. and then some more after that.

he calls you baby, but you're sure it doesn't mean anything. just that he never bothered to get your name. even in the early hours of the morning when you're being woken up by his security guard, ready to escort you out. he tosses his phone in your direction, half awake and telling you to put your number in. you know he won't call as you type out the digits, but you're still giddy that he asked.

eyes still closed as you leave, not even bothering to muster a proper goodbye. and while for you, this night will be a story you tell the grandkids... you know it'll end up being just another blur in his wild rockstar life.

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white-collar-lawmen-and-conmen · 2 years

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All That's Fake

Summary: Neal’s new girlfriend has a secret Peter is determined to uncover.

Words: 8,519

A/N: Wow, I really think this is the longest oneshot this page has ever seen! What a way to end March Madness! I tweaked the (anonymous) request so that Peter was nosy and ethically questionable, but not outright stalking anyone.

It was no secret that bureau coffee left much to be desired. Whether it was the budget grounds or the coffee maker that’d been manufactured some thirteen years ago, everything came out tasting burnt and overly watery. When Peter wanted good coffee – and sometimes he did; he worked hard, it was okay to treat himself to something that actually tasted good – he bought his coffee from the shop his whole unit loved, just a block away from Federal Plaza.

Treasure sitting hot in his hand, the agent headed back to the office while taking small sips and savoring the full, sharp flavor underneath the heat. He looked around the Plaza contently as he returned. This was as comfortable as a second home to him after all these years assigned to the building. There was something very soothing about working in this cluster of buildings and being among so many likeminded professionals with the same ultimate goals. One glance put one of the three Michaels he knew nearby into view, heading into the courthouse; a peek in the opposite direction showed Gloria heading into the Watson building. A third look, and he even saw Neal strolling in from the west with a friend on his arm.

Peter stopped and paused his walk to rewind and find Neal again. The con artist hadn’t noticed that Peter was there, and by the look of it, that wasn’t just a friend. The woman had their arms resting, entwined, at their sides, and the way Neal looked down at her was a look he hadn’t seen on the young man’s face in years: utter infatuation.

Although Neal probably deserved some privacy and was entitled to a social life if he so chose, Peter was intensely curious, and somewhat wary of Neal’s secrecy. It didn’t help that, in the past, Neal’s secret trysts or apparent relationships had been meant to conceal a criminal rapport. The woman on his arm could’ve been another Alex. Cautiously, and with subtlety, the agent moved closer.

Neither Neal nor you noticed. The Plaza was too busy, and you wouldn’t have recognized Peter if you’d seen him, anyway. It was only very reluctantly that you pulled your arm away from Neal, stepped from his side to the front of him, gently took his hand. “Be safe, okay, love?”

Neal gave you a small smile. There was a playfulness in his eyes that made it hard not to smile back, but he maintained an appropriately serious tone when he bent down just a tad to kiss your forehead. “I will,” he promised.

Although nothing was cuter than a kiss to your face, you were looking for a bit more than that, so after he stood straight, you tipped your head back for a real kiss and beckoned him back down with crooked fingers. Your boyfriend chuckled, but he gave you what you wanted. You meant to keep it quick, but the touch of his lips lingered and you weren’t going to be the one who complained.

“You didn’t have to come so far out of your way,” Neal told you, but it was impossible to miss the appreciation in his softened voice.

“You could never be out of my way, sweetheart.” You promised, glad for the extra few minutes you could steal by walking with him to work. As that hit your ears, though, you realized the implication that he was always in your way, and that wasn’t exactly what you’d been going for either. You frowned and said, “That didn’t come out quite right, but you know what I meant.”

“I do,” he agreed with a small laugh, letting your hand pull free of his.

You gave him one last kiss before slowly turning away and leaving back the way you’d come. Peter watched you go curiously, but even more interesting was the almost lovesick smile that Neal directed after you until you were several yards away. Then the thief shook himself out of it, turning back towards the FBI’s building and straightening his tie, setting off with his usual confident stride.

Peter intercepted him a few yards away from the doors, sipping at his coffee, which was still too hot to finish. He went for casual. “Who was that?”

“My girlfriend,” Neal said freely, but gave Peter a suspicious side-eye.

“Oh?” Peter acted surprised, as if he hadn’t deduced it himself. If that was how Neal wanted to be… “What’s her name?”

The blue-eyed man followed him into the elevator and fixed his eyes straight ahead as the shining steel doors closed in front of them. “Nona.”

“Nona?” Peter repeated, surprised Neal had answered.

The man sent him a short-lived glare and reproached, “Nona your business.”

Peter scowled. “You’re a literal ten-year-old,” he complained, more upset with himself for falling for it than with Neal for pulling it in the first place. He’d been trying to wrestle information out of Neal for years – he should’ve known better.

Neal hummed. “Oh, well.”

“I can’t even know her first name?” Peter implored. Neal not telling him something was always a cause for concern, but it always caused tension in the office when his role as agent and Neal’s own agenda clashed.

“Nope,” the younger man said steadfastly.

“Fine,” Peter grumbled reluctantly. He wasn’t going to get anything out of Neal like this, anyway. There was no point in souring the day this early. “Keep your accomplice secret.” Neal hummed again, keeping his mouth shut and clearly agreeing to do exactly that.

As the elevator continued up, it didn’t make a single stop at other floors. Unusual as it was, Peter appreciated that it gave him the time to think more deliberately about his partner’s new… partner. Neal hadn’t been secretive about his relationship with Kate, which begged the question what had changed. He opened his mouth to ask, but stopped himself before putting his foot in his mouth. Kate had been murdered by a man hell-bent on revenge against Neal. That could understandably make a man more secretive. But a feeling in his gut told him it wasn’t something so sympathetic – after all, Peter was asking to be told in the solitude of an otherwise empty elevator, not for Neal to put it out on FaceBook. He wished El were there. El always had a better sense for why people behaved when led by their hearts.

Though, maybe it was a good thing El wasn’t there. She’d be happy for Neal and probably scold Peter for assuming the worst. The agent breathed out quietly, lowering his shoulders as he consciously tried to let go of the suspicion. His friend had gone through more heartache than most anyone deserved, and Peter himself had been the cause of some of that by reading too far into everything Neal said or did that he didn’t personally agree with.

“Are you happy?” He asked plainly, turning to look at Neal so that the artist couldn’t at all think that he was hiding his expression to conceal any ulterior motive.

Neal blinked. That was the only indication of any surprise by the question. “Yes,” he said, firmly but with a smile. “Very.”

“And… she’s not another Alex, is she?” Peter ventured, trying to make it very clear that he knew he was being nosy, but he had specific, grounded concerns behind being that way.

Neal wrinkled his nose and shook his head. “God, no.”

That was hilarious to Peter. He wondered what the brunette would have said if she’d heard Neal’s vehement answer. He chuckled and raised his hand up to Neal’s shoulder, giving his partner an affectionate and supportive squeeze.

“I’m happy you’re happy,” he told him companionably as the elevator reached their floor. Peter slid his arm off in preparation for the doors to open. “Come on. Long day ahead.”

Peter didn’t forget that he had questions about Neal’s new girlfriend, but he did try to put them out of his head. It worked for a while; the distraction of work and Neal’s apparent disinterest in committing unsanctioned crime meant that the opportunities for Peter to stress over his coworkers’ personal lives were slim to no pickings. A couple of weeks later, though, there was an opportunity when a courier stepped off of the elevator and walked into the WCCD’s bullpen, grey uniform blending in but host of bright florals sticking out.

“What the hell?” Peter cut himself off to ask, as the courier stopped between a row of desks.

The courier cleared his throat and called aloud, “Mr. Caffrey?” instead of looking around at every single desk’s nameplate. The suddenness with which Neal got up from the table told Peter he wasn’t expecting anything, but he was left in bewildered silence as Neal left the debriefing and went to meet the courier off the mezzanine steps. The courier pushed a bouquet of reds and pinks at him before he had stopped moving. “These are for you, from Ms. Costanza.”

Neal took the flowers, and though he had a blush on his face, he seemed very pleased. Jones and Diana glanced at each other over the table, not saying a word but their thoughts evident on their faces, from Jones’ high brows to Diana’s open mouth.

Neal put the flowers at his desk beside his computer for until the end of the work day and the courier left to resume regular service. When the artist returned to the glass-walled conference room, Peter did his best to look like they hadn’t all spied on the interaction, while his employees did no such thing.

“Shut up,” Neal said pre-emptively when he saw the wicked gleam in Diana’s eyes.

Peter’s mouth twitched and Jones disobeyed immediately. “Caffrey’s got a girlfriend,” he sang teasingly.

“And she sends him roses,” Diana added with a giggle to try to bother Neal.

She succeeded. “Shut up,” he snapped more emphatically.

“It’s cute, Neal,” Peter assured him, knowing that while Neal was right to expect teasing, Peter would have the self-control to limit it now and drag it out over the coming days. “Costanza – is that Spanish?”

“I’d guess Italian,” Diana said before Neal could chasten Peter about not needing to know her name.

“Stop it,” the con artist said again, more powerfully.

“We’re harmless,” Peter objected.

Jones muttered something that sounded like he disagreed with that, but in any case, Neal didn’t feel like it was harmless at all. “I don’t care,” he said flatly, glaring at Jones.

Peter let the two get in a couple more jibes before he took control back of the situation and redirected the collective attention to the case they were working on, but he knew they hadn’t forgotten. It wasn’t very often that anyone ordered flowers to the bureau, and even less often that Neal was touchy about someone flirting or being romantic with him. That he’d reacted this time was only encouraging more curiosity, and though the artist probably knew that, it still mattered enough to him to try to fight the losing battle.

The older agent filed the girlfriend’s last name away in some dusty drawer in his mind, keeping it on hand in case it was ever useful, but knowing better than to press at Neal for a first name to go with it. He just made a passing tease about not leaving rose petals in his Taurus, which made Neal sulk and retort that Peter was just jealous no one sent him roses. Though he didn’t want his coworkers’ commentary, Neal was obviously very pleased with the flowers, and Peter thought he could appreciate anyone who took the time out of their day to give Neal such a sweet little token that clearly mattered to him.

If Fate were an entity who really did watch her prophecies come to pass, then she undoubtedly had it in for you. For a solid two years there, you’d had one bad thing after another piling on. Moving to New York was just another of those bad things for a while – until suddenly you met Neal, and suddenly life eased up a bit. You were able to get documents and money in order, find a safe apartment, get a peaceful job that did you just fine for the time being, and had a very handsome, very warmhearted man to spend your downtime with. He was your romantic good luck charm.

Not that you could tell him most of that, of course. When it came to situational backstory about how you met and what led you to his city, you’d had a well-rehearsed story full of half-truths. You hadn’t felt bad about the lies of omission at first. After all, they were just lies of omission, and you weren’t actually saying anything that wasn’t true. Yet as time passed and you fell deeply in love with him, you regretted not being up front to begin with. Now you didn’t know how best to share your secrets without losing him in the process. That wasn’t an excuse, but it was your explanation for why you still hadn’t sat him down. It was scary to risk it all and hope he understood, because no matter how well you knew him, no matter how much the rational part of your brain told you he would understand and love you still, there was a tiny seed of doubt that fuelled some heartbreaking nightmares.

Until you told him, however dubious it may have been, you were taking full advantage of the closeness and affection he afforded you. Being close to someone was a luxury you now knew not to take for granted, and having a romantic partner you felt safe and secure with was a blessing you hadn’t expected to have again so soon, if ever. While he watched the historical fiction movie that he’d picked out with rapt attention, you pulled your knees up higher and folded your arms around your legs, leaning into his side.

The arm he laid over your shoulder was warm and comforting enough that your brain almost believed you were covered up for the night. When you yawned for the second time in the same scene, he raised his eyebrows at you with fond amusement in his eyes.

“Sorry,” you offered.

He chuckled and tightened the arm around your shoulders, stroking his long fingers over your upper arm. “It’s alright.”

“I just feel so safe here, I’m so relaxed.”

Neal smiled, stilling his fingers as he squeezed you gently and lowered his head to the side of yours to kiss your temple. “You can go to sleep, baby,” he said softly, letting you off the hook for the movie.

Tempting as it was, you knew if you stayed awake, you could be rewarded by the contentment of being conscious when you went to bed together and snuggled for warmth on the cooled sheets. “Nah, we’re watching a movie.” You set your cheek down on his shoulder and moved your head a bit until you’d found the most comfortable angle, just in case it was a losing battle. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Neal replied without hesitation, the softness in his voice nearly melting your heart. After a moment, you felt his lips brush your hair while he delivered a sweet kiss to the top of your head, and you hummed happily in acknowledgment while wrapping both of your arms around his torso to nestle against his side.

It took almost a week for the team to stop gently ribbing Neal for the roses. Diana shared in confidence that she’d been over it an hour after it happened, but seeing that it bothered Neal spurred her onwards. Peter assumed the same was true for Jones, because it also applied to himself. Neal eventually realized that he was only hurting himself by being touchy about it and started just ignoring them, so Jones let it go after a sincere congrats on the healthy new relationship.

Now that he knew Neal had someone he was seeing, Peter was surprised he hadn’t noticed before seeing her with him. It was almost embarrassing how he missed the signs. Neal texted at work twice as often as he used to, and nowadays he was as likely as El to be the one to tell him to check the time, because he should be getting home. Now Peter knew that wasn’t about his marriage so much as it was about Neal wanting to get home in time for his own plans.

“Is Ms. Costanza helping us find a paper trail?” Peter had taken to pointedly asking some variation of that, based on the case they were working at the time, when he was tired of Neal being on his phone.

On a day when Peter was already feeling sour, Neal’s phone beeping with text notifications just drove him up the wall and through the ceiling. He confiscated the phone and dropped it, and his own, into a desk drawer.

“Do you think you’re the school principal?” Neal asked indignantly.

“You can live without it for twenty minutes,” Peter said in a deadpan. “I know you’re in the honeymoon stage, but radio silence makes the heart grow fonder.”

“Rude,” Neal huffed.

Truthfully, texting was one of the less disruptive ways that Neal behaved in the office when he was bored – most often because he had already finished whatever work he’d been assigned, and without agent status, Neal wasn’t allowed to assign himself more. That left him doing this like texting or throwing stress balls. But the fact still was that however good Neal was at multitasking, Peter wasn’t in the mood for messing around and wanted to talk through this case without annoying beeping or typing sounds.

As promised, he returned the phone and put his own back in his pocket after unmuting it. Neal had two notifications, one of them a text. Peter’s eyes lingered on the name at the top of the banner as he passed it back over, and Neal took it from him with one hand while taking the blue stress ball from the side of his computer monitor with the other.

“Was that so hard?” Peter asked him exasperatedly.

“It was agonizing,” Neal said dryly, responding to his texts and continuing to talk about their next steps on the job without missing a beat. Peter would rather die than admit he was envious of the man for being able to text and talk about two different things simultaneously.

Peter didn’t respond to the sarcasm, knowing that there wasn’t a point. He’d already won this round. It wasn’t a deliberate bit of discovery, but he now knew the name Neal had been so intent on Peter never learning. Elena. There was no actual use for this information, but it wasn’t often that Peter so easily got information when Neal didn’t want him to have it, so it was his own secret little victory.

When he’d seen her first name on Neal’s phone, Peter hadn’t intended to use it to look into her. He really hadn’t. Searching for her only came during a lunch break when he finished eating early and was still waiting for Neal to return from his own so that they could go talk to a witness. In the ensuing boredom, the temptation to look became too strong.

Diana found him staring at him computer sourly. She knocked as she poked her head in through the open doorway. “Boss,” she said questioningly, and when he grunted acknowledgment without looking away from the screen, Diana continued, “You’ve been scowling at your computer for over five minutes. We were worried your face is stuck that way.”

Normally he would’ve considered playing along, but he was too worried to have fun with her right now. His mind spun, trying to work out if Neal knew and that was why he had been so resistant to sharing her name. Or worse, if Neal didn’t know, and was getting led along on fragile heartstrings, possibly in danger.

Her inquisitive little grin fell, sensing something was up. “What’s wrong?” Diana asked, pushing the door open and stepping inside his office.

Peter swallowed and said slowly, “Elena Costanza.”

Diana cocked her head as she recognized the surname. “What about her?”

He shook his head and sighed deeply. A big part of him wished he’d just kept his nose to himself, rather than having to be the one to worry and break the news to Neal. The man was either going to be devastated, or in serious trouble for getting up to something illegal.

“She’s not real,” Peter explained, leaning back in his chair and staring at the results on his screen, at the driver’s license photos and a pulled-up social media profile. None of them matched. Even if he hadn’t seen her with Neal that time in the Plaza, he still would’ve known she wasn’t on his computer. “There are plenty of Elena Costanzas, but of the few that live in the state of New York, none of them can be Neal’s.”

Diana’s expression became solemn as she crossed her arms. “What do you mean?”

“One is in her fifties, another is in middle school, and of the two in the right age range, one is loudly lesbian and one is at college in Massachusetts.” Peter ran his hand over his face.

Diana arched a brow. “Maybe Caffrey’s into older women,” she suggested. “That’s not illegal.”

The levity in her voice didn’t reflect in her eyes. Peter knew what his agent was doing and he appreciated the supply of plausible deniability; enough that he could’ve, with a fairly clean conscience, agreed that it was fully possible and there was no evidence that Neal’s girlfriend was deliberately using a false identity. He could even tell himself that there were other explanations, too. Maybe Costanza was a maiden name or pen name, or Elena a middle name or a nickname Neal had assigned in his contacts. None of those felt right, though, and as bitter a taste as it left in his throat, Peter couldn’t turn a blind eye to the situation knowing that it could possibly cost Neal either his freedom or his life, depending on whether he was in on the lie and what “Elena’s” motive was.

“Maybe,” Peter said, his tone and sad eyes telling Diana that he couldn’t take her offered out. “But older married women seems like a stretch.”

“Ah.” She came further into the office and pulled out the chair Neal usually sat in to sit down across from him. “I see.”

“Either he’s spending time with someone he shouldn’t be and knows it, or he doesn’t. I don’t know which is worse,” Peter admitted. He was far too used to crossing his fingers for the unlikely when it came to Neal, but in this case, he didn’t think rooting for either outcome was correct. Instead of feeling hopeful, he was just left feeling sorry for his friend.

Diana mulled on it for a few seconds, reluctantly nodding her agreement. Convincing alternative scenarios were pretty difficult to come up with – and Peter would know, because he’d been trying to think of one or two the whole time he’d been scowling at his screen.

“If he doesn’t know,” she said quietly, sympathy and sorrow in her voice, “He’s going to be crushed.”

No, Peter wasn’t looking forward to sharing what he’d found and seeing Neal’s heart break again. It had been hard enough watching him recover from one shattered heart. Peter didn’t think he could handle watching such a close friend suffer and struggle so much a second time. But better to set him on that healing process sooner than later, especially when he couldn’t figure out a good reason for someone who claimed to care for him to lie about her own name.

“But if he doesn’t, then why hasn’t she told him?” Nefarious plots drifted through his mind, making his stomach turn and his fingers itch to call Neal and check in. “And if he does, is he keeping it a secret because he’s up to something?” Having to incarcerate Neal again would break himself. It had been one thing when they didn’t know each other much, and another altogether when Peter’s hands had been tied after less than a year of working together. At this point, it was widely known that Neal had gotten out by cooperating with the federal government, and prison was a truly life-threatening worst-case scenario. If Peter could do anything to prevent Neal from endangering his freedom and his very life, he had to try. “I have to find out who she is. He could be about to throw everything away.”

Past experience in a very similar situation guided Peter’s choices. When he had last challenged Neal’s involvement with someone he loved, Neal had been so angry that the reasonable points Peter was able to make went in one ear and out the other. Mere months later, Neal actively tried to deceive Peter into thinking Alex Hunter was a girlfriend and not a fence. Much as he wanted to think they were past jumping through hoops like that, Peter also knew that Neal was subject to both tunnel vision and blinding love, so whatever the case was, Neal was likely to have blinkered vision.

No, before bringing up any serious conversation about what Neal was risking, Peter needed proof: proof that Elena wasn’t who she said she was. No matter how frustrated Neal became, he’d never ignored solid evidence. He’d also never thought Peter was completely stupid. If he had proof to show, then Neal would have to either listen to reason or at the very least stop lying.

Finding that proof was easily done. Neal didn’t bother hiding the evidence that another person was recently in the penthouse, and Peter was able to lift prints while Neal went to the bathroom. He even started washing dishes afterwards, ostensibly to be helpful but truthfully to eradicate the remaining fingerprint dust from the glasses before Neal saw. Neal was used to welcoming Peter into his apartment and they’d stopped tracking each other in their homes long ago. It made the FBI agent feel extra guilty for abusing Neal’s trust in him, even when his intentions were to protect his friend.

While waiting on the lab, Peter felt more nervous than he had since Adler started placing hits on members of their team. He had no idea what Elena’s plan was or if Neal was even involved, so every passing day marked another day that Neal could’ve jeopardized his safety, knowingly or not. He started texting Neal every evening, finding reasons to check on him for proof of life and wellbeing. He knew that the con artist had questions about the unusual frequency, but he hadn’t asked yet, and before he did, the fingerprint results finally came back, along with a full background investigation sealed into a file and delivered to his office late Friday evening.

It was hard to beat a lazy Saturday morning, with no urgent responsibilities and no demands on your time except some quality time spent with your partner, but a lazy Friday night was a close second. After burning off energy by playfully racing in June’s rooftop pool, you showered off the chlorine, split a bottle of wine, and snacked on some fruit before moving to the bed to cuddle until sleepiness took over. You had a favorite classic movie playing just loud enough to hear when you were both quiet, and the penthouse was dark except for a glow from under the fridge and the filtering moonlight through the skylight.

It was earlier than usual to call it a night, but you were both nearly passed out. You were insanely comfortable in Neal’s arms, one of your arms wound around one of his and the other across his chest to keep close, even in your sleep. He yawned as his breathing deepened and you shut your eyes to bask in the comfort of familiar intimacy.

Then someone knocked on the door. Tension returned to Neal’s shoulders so quickly that you could feel it, and you opened your eyes just a crack to glare venomously in the general direction of the door.

“Ignore,” you grumbled. Neal sighed wistfully, and recognizing that you hadn’t convinced him, you reluctantly loosened your grasp so he could sit himself up partway, leaning back on his elbows.

“June?” Neal called loudly to be heard through the door.

The voice that came back was low and masculine. Definitely not June. “No, it’s Peter!”

“Then go away!” Neal shouted back, flopping back down on the mattress and opening his arms back to you.

Before you could get comfortable again, Peter knocked on the door a second time. He said through the door insistently, “I need to talk to you, Neal!” Even if you didn’t already know from Neal that Peter was his boss, you would have been able to tell from the tone of his voice. He had a very authoritative way of speaking.

“Not right now,” Neal argued. You hesitated to cuddle back up, unsure which man would win.

“Yes, Neal, now,” Peter replied firmly. The way he said your boyfriend’s name reminded you of a scolding parent and you nearly grinned at the comparison. Neal surely wouldn’t appreciate it. Not that you were much of a Peter fan right now, anyway. Interrupting you at home on a Friday night was just rude. “It’s important!”

Loathe as you were to set a precedent, those words concerned you. Neal’s relationship to the FBI was twofold: they secured his freedom, and he risked his safety by being involved in their cases. Those were both very good reasons not to ignore something important, even if it turned out not to be related to either. You pushed some hair out of your eyes and sat up, drawing the blankets up with you as you criss-crossed your legs. “Go on, baby,” you said softly, giving him a gentle nudge with your hand. “I’ll wait for you.”

Neal sighed deeply and loudly enough that Peter probably heard through the door across the studio. After a couple sceonds, he reluctantly swung his legs over the side of the bed and got up, crossing the room barefoot to swing the door open and face Peter with an irritated glower. “What?”

Peter took one look at that expression and knew they were off to a bad start. Unfortunately, he also knew it was only going to go downhill. “You’re going to be angry, but you need to hear me out,” he forewarned sternly. “This is important, Neal.”

“So you’ve said,” Neal retorted, crossing his arms. “What is it?”

“Elena isn’t who you think she is,” Peter said bluntly, ripping off the band-aid. The look of outraged shock on Neal’s face had him wincing preemptively, even as he rushed to finish his statement before the shock wore off and the other man started to argue. “The name she gave you is a fake.”

From your position on the bed, you felt your muscles tighten almost to the point of pain as your entire body seemed to chill. You’d been so careful. And you hadn’t even met Peter – Neal had invited you to dinner with the Burkes once, extending the offer from the married couple, but you’d told him you had to work an extra shift that night for a coworker who called out. The idea of coming face to face with an FBI agent scared you because you were paranoid a cop would immediately know you were lying about your name, and you were terrified of having to start over. Not only would that mean resorting to your real documents and leaving a paper trail, it would mean losing the man you’d fallen so deeply in love with.

Now that fear was coming true. Peter was blowing your alias to bits without you having even said a single word to the man, and he was doing so directly to Neal. This was the worst way for him to find out, short of learning from some overworked NYPD detective investigating your murder.

Neal didn’t reply immediately. You expected him to look at you and demand if it was true, and preemptively hunched your shoulders, curling in on yourself defensively. He didn’t – he stayed focused on Peter, not giving away that you were there. That gave you a tiny bit of hope that he wasn’t immediately turning you over. Maybe he’d give you a chance to share your story before deciding how furious he was.

“… What?” He asked, his jaw and throat tight with the effort to keep his voice low and level.

“I ran her name. Elena is a fake,” Peter reiterated. “I took her prints, too… from a glass last time I was here.” The outraged shock was becoming much more outrage than shock, and the agent knew that it was directed solidly at him. This was feeling a bit like déjà vu. “I haven’t looked yet,” he said, offering the file he’d brought with him: Elena’s real identity. “You should know.”

He knew that it wouldn’t make it better, but he hoped that it would be received like some sort of olive branch or peace offering. It was a display that he knew he’d overstepped, and that Neal deserved to be the first one to know what was happening. He hadn’t been wholly certain of it before, but he knew his friend well enough to see that Neal wasn’t faking his surprise at the news. The thief was as surprised as Peter had been.

Instead of so much as looking at the folder, Neal started to raise his voice. The first sound that came out was incoherent, just a mad squeak, but the artist found his words quickly and laid into Peter hard. “You did what?!” He snarled furiously. “What the hell is wrong with you?! Was it too difficult to just let me be happy?!”

It shouldn’t have been. Peter felt grimly responsible for this round of heartache. “I need you to be safe, and to make sure you weren’t doing something reckless!”

“Seriously?” Neal spat out the word as if repulsed. “That’s the excuse you’re going with?”

“It’s not an excuse, Neal!”

As the immediate shock passed for Neal, it also subsided for you. Although your stomach churned with nausea and trepidation, you remembered how to move and slid off of the bed, releasing the blankets and crossing your arms over your comfy pajamas nervously. You knew you weren’t in physical danger, but you’d rather just let Neal slap you and get his anger out than take the yelling when he inevitably rounded on you. Whatever he’d say, he was right to, and it was going to hurt so badly.

To your surprise, that wasn’t what happened. Rather, you watched as Neal and Peter started to fight with each other, raising their voice until they were going back and forth at a volume that had probably woken up June downstairs. You slowly walked around the bed and across the studio, hesitant to get close to Peter, who carried a gun and seemed to see you as a threat, but wanting to intervene before the cuts on their relationship got too deep to simply scar over. Peter was who Neal looked to for security, guidance, and approval. However unconventional it was, you didn’t want him to lose that bond.

“Neal,” you said quietly. Just the sound of his name shut up both men as they looked at you. You flinched and hesitated before continuing your steps. You’d never seen Neal so angry before. “Don’t yell at him…”

Neal raised an arm and experience more than genuine fear of him took over. You flinched again and started to raise your arm up to shield your face. By the time you realized that the artist had been going to simply, yet very emphatically, gesture at Peter, he had already seen your knee-jerk reaction and started lowering his arm, looking stunned that you could’ve expected an incoming hit.

“It’s a complete invasion of our privacy!” Neal shouted, leaving you even more confused. He was yelling to you, but… not at you? He was still directing his anger at Peter. “He is way off base and out of line!”

“He was trying to protect you,” you said, reluctantly acknowledging out loud that Peter had a point. You knew that you would never hurt Neal, but you also knew that some people would. “After everything, he was probably right to. Besides, he’s…” Your voice failed as the agent himself fixed his eyes on you. He didn’t approach or move a hand towards his holster, but just the sight of it took you back to a cramped apartment and a wall of humidity that you couldn’t crawl through fast enough. “He’s not actually off base.”

That finally got Neal to calm, if only temporarily. He dropped both arms and balked, looking between you and Peter as if waiting for one of you to start laughing and say that the jig was up, wow, he should’ve seen the look on his face. When that didn’t happen, he took a small step towards you. “What?” He said, voice barely above a whisper and cracking through the syllable.

Tears rose to your eyes. This was so much intensity you didn’t have any time to prepare for, and now Neal was sounding like you’d just ripped his world away. And you fully understood why. You’d be confused and hurt and angry, too.

“But I’m not trying to hurt you. I’d never hurt you.” You insisted and wiped at your eyes, then sent a short glare at Peter, too afraid to issue any stronger a rebuke. “Which you’d know if you’d bothered to look.”

Peter kept sizing you up. He’d had no idea you were in the penthouse or he would have waited until he and Neal were somewhere secure, so this was already far from the ideal reveal he’d hoped for. He just couldn’t quite figure out why you would intervene when Neal was defending you.

“I thought Neal deserved to see first,” he said, putting the file out towards the artist again.

Neal looked to it, finally, but only for a second before he put his eyes back on you. You met his beautiful blues and bit at your lip, anxious and guilty. “Please don’t be mad,” you asked, aware that it was an unreasonable request but unable to stop the impulsive plea. “I’m just trying to hide.”

“Hide what?” Neal asked, the tones of suspicion starting to at last creep in.

“Me,” you replied, gesturing to the extended file. “Open it.” You were pretty certain of what he’d find.

He clearly didn’t want to. That much was obvious. He glanced at you a couple times as he took it and ripped open the sealed top, probably hoping you’d stop him before he saw something he couldn’t unsee. You lowered your eyes in shame for having let the lie go on for too long and letting him be blindsided and hurt so badly as a result. Peter kept watching you, waiting for an aggressive move, but none came. Neal struggled to keep his hands from shaking with how hard his heart was pounding as he blinked to clear his cloudy vision and read the results of the fingerprint ID and background investigation.

He looked up after a couple seconds of taking in your photograph and the fact that a name he’d never heard was attached to it. “Your name is Y/N?” He said, his hurt look becoming more agitated, like he was starting to realize exactly how badly you’d hurt him. “Even your name was fake?”

“No,” you said quickly, holding your hands up and starting to reach for him before you saw how his entire body screamed at you not to touch him. “My name was the only thing that’s fake,” you said clearly, rubbing at your eyes again with one hand and motioning for him to keep reading with the other.

Peter leaned to the side to try to get a glimpse of the papers, but Neal was holding them too close for him to get a good read. He looked at you, seeing how your hands were shaking and your voice was breaking, and started to think that there was more to this than he had assumed.

As Neal turned the pages, scanning for anything important, anything that would make this make sense, you explained to both of them – but mainly to Neal – why you’d been going by Elena for so long. “A background check should’ve found a restraining order I took out…” Neal started to turn the pages faster, and when he stopped, staring at the bottom of a page, you figured he’d found it. “I left when he started to hurt me. But that order didn’t stop my ex from coming to my apartment with a gun.”

Peter sucked in a hard breath. There was a lot more to it than he had assumed, and he hadn’t missed how your eyes had kept flitting anxiously to his sidearm. He was starting to suspect he’d deeply regret the confrontational way he’d handled this, but you kept going, knowing that even though he wasn’t looking at you, Neal was still listening.

“I had to run away out the fire escape.” You pointed to a small scar on the side of your hand. “That’s how I got this… Because he didn’t actually do anything, the cops wouldn’t press charges, but I knew if I stayed put I was going to end up dead.” You took in a shaky breath, sparing a glance at Peter and seeing the sympathy in his face before turning your focus back to your boyfriend. “I have a friend on the force who helps me keep in touch with my parents and friends without giving away the name I’m living under now.”

Neal looked up to you again and stared at you intensely, even as tears slid down his face. You ached to brush them away and kiss his forehead in comfort, but stayed put and held eye contact through your own tears, letting him assess your honesty for himself. He broke the stare after what felt like forever, looking back at the small stack of papers in his hands and thinking to himself. You were desperate for him to tell you what he was thinking and feeling, but knew not to push.

“That’s not exactly legal, you know,” Peter broke the silence solemnly. “You can’t have any government identification with Elena on it without legally changing your name.”

You understood what he wasn’t asking. He was wondering how you’d secured employment, housing, a bank account, but knew better than to ask you to say. There wasn’t accusation in his eyes anymore, but there was disapproval. Whether it was over hurting Neal or breaking the laws a little bit, you weren’t totally sure, but guessed it was a bit of both. That said, you hoped it was the former, because if he didn’t understand why you’d run and hidden, and that you’d never meant to hurt your lover, then he was probably too stupid to be effective at keeping Neal safe at work.

“If I change my name and make a paper trail, then he’ll find me.” You shook your head. You’d love to be legitimate about it, but that would’ve defeated the whole purpose. Name changes were public record. “He’s still looking. He still drives by my parents’ house at least once a week.”

Peter nodded his understanding of your answer, but still sighed and warned, “This isn’t tenable.”

“Do you have a better solution that won’t get me killed?” You asked shortly, losing your patience with him. He’d had to do this dramatic reveal, and it had hurt both yourself and Neal. He could’ve just asked you before going to these lengths. Even if he’d meant well, that didn’t earn him a free pass for making bad judgment calls.

By the lack of response, you knew that Peter didn’t actually have another option readily available. You hadn’t expected one, but there was still a tiny bit of disappointment inside that you couldn’t take a nice way out and make everything a little bit easier.

Neal, having at last processed his feelings and gathered his thoughts, dropped the file down on the nearest counter and strode quickly to your side, wrapping his arms tightly around you as if he could protect you from the danger you fled from all on his own. You melted into his arms, clinging tightly the moment he gave you the implicit permission to touch him again, taking an immeasurable amount of comfort from the loving hug. Your heart pounded. He didn’t hate you. Not to get ahead of yourself, but this felt an awful lot like forgiveness.

“You could’ve told me,” he murmured, cheek against your hair, quiet and only for you to hear.

You tightened your arms around him and tried to shrug, but couldn’t move your shoulders much with his tight hold of you – not that you were complaining. “I know,” you whispered, regretting that you didn’t do it sooner. “You’re not upset with me?”

“I’m upset,” Neal corrected plainly, leaving no room for misunderstanding. He was veryupset. “But I understand. I’ll just need some time to…” He trailed off and you nodded your own understanding. Feelings were complicated, and he’d been scared and hurt very badly, very quickly. He’d need time to process and then more time to heal, whatever that looked like. “You should’ve told me months ago.”

“I know,” you said remorsefully again. “I waited too long, and I’m so sorry you heard from him and not me.” You raised your voice enough to speak at a regular volume to make sure Peter heard your next sentence. “I didn’t expect a nosy fed to poke around someone who hasn’t broken any laws.”

Peter saw the next part coming and took a step back. He even looked over his shoulder to see how far he was from the door, entertaining the idea of retreating until Neal had cooled off. Instead, Neal disentangled himself from his girlfriend too quickly for Peter to get more than halfway back to the doorway, remembering that he was pissed at his coworker, too.

“Yeah, Peter,” he said, jumping off of what you’d said. “I invited you into my home and you secretly collected my girlfriend’s fingerprints? The first time wasn’t enough for you?”

You’d been nodding along that that was deeply invasive and inappropriate, onto to come up short. “Wait, first time? This isn’t the first time?”

“You weren’t even willing to share her name yourself,” Peter reminded Neal, well aware now of how hollow his reasons sounded. “I had to be sure you weren’t making another mistake.” Although he was right that “Elena” was fake, Y/N was trying to survive, not to hurt Neal or even to collaborate with thievery or con artistry. Without the fear driving him that Neal was going to get hurt or do something stupid, he felt ashamed of his actions. Neal was right. He’d been way out of bounds.

You realized no one was going to further explain that whole “first time” thing, and decided that it wasn’t the most important thing that had been said, so you just nodded to yourself and made a mental note that you probably shouldn’t ever leave Peter unattended in your apartment.

Neal looked over to you and the anger in his face subsided. You offered him a shaky, shy smile, unsure if it was okay to be happy and romantic again or if he needed space while he was still working through the night’s revelations. He didn’t smile back, but he turned to Peter and stonily said, “You need to leave. We’re not done here, but I still want to enjoy my weekend.”

Peter dipped his head, accepting the ire and the future continuation of their conflict. “I’m not sorry I made sure, but I understand.” He paused at the doorway, eyeing the file, and decided not to push his luck. It wouldn’t hurt for Neal to hang onto it over the weekend as long as he remembered to bring it back to the office. “Should I pick you up on Monday?”

Neal looked at him like he should’ve known better and said coolly, “I’ll walk.”

Peter nodded and left, pulling the door shut quietly behind him. You opened your mouth to ask what he needed from you, but Neal held up a hand. You shut up quickly to let him go first, but Neal said nothing, and then you realized that he was listening to Peter’s footsteps. They faded quickly, and after a few seconds, one of the stairs squeaked, confirming that the agent was really leaving and you were in private again. Your boyfriend put his arm down, allowing you to talk again.

“Neal…” You started, your chest feeling heavy with empathetic pain. You couldn’t imagine how overwhelmed you would feel if your roles were switched.

He cut you off, turning his sharp, clear eyes on you. “Your name was the only thing you told me that was a lie. Right?”

You nodded right away and saw the relief light up his face, in stark contrast to the hard, flat-toned façade he’d put up to get through the confrontations. When you’d made friends here and gotten to know Neal, you’d not had any reason to lie about anything more than your name. The odds that anyone you met was going to do a deep investigation into your past and find out that your supposed name wasn’t in your high school yearbook were so remote that you hadn’t worried about them. You were glad you hadn’t, because you could truthfully tell Neal that he may have called you by the wrong name, but he did know who you were.

Neal nodded once, taking a step back to you and pulling you into another hug. “Then what I said stands. I love you,” he whispered, pressing his face into your neck as you squeezed him tightly. His shoulders trembled as he breathed out shakily, “Okay, I love you.”

“I love you so much,” you whispered to him, rubbing his back in comfort for as long as he let you hold him. It felt longer than a full minute, and as soon as he pulled away, you wanted him to come back.

Neal swiped his wrist over his eyes and pink cheeks to try to erase the evidence he’d cried. “To hell with what Peter says,” he added, forcing a small chuckle. “If you need official documents with Elena on them, I know a guy.”

You smiled appreciatively. It wouldn’t come to that, and you wouldn’t give Neal any sort of go-ahead to jeopardize his parole by committing crimes for you, but you appreciated the token of love and loyalty for what it was. “I love you, too.”

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dadbodosamu · 3 years

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only you || part vi the final

Stepdad Osamu x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: breeding, oral (f receiving), biting, panties as a gag, pussyjob, teasing, female masturbation, dacryphilia (m+f), daddy kink, femdom, choking, wombfucking, light dumbification, spit, overstimulation, squirting

8.4k words

part i || part ii || part iii || part iv || part v | part vi || extras || only you, too

“She’s going to be here soon,” you yawned as Osamu reached around you to press his fingers against your clit.

“It’s only six,” Osamu mumbled against the back of your neck. You moaned softly as he slowly slid into you from behind. Osamu grunted as he bottomed out.

“Osamu,” you moaned. His arm wrapped around your waist, holding you tightly against him. His thrusts were slow and deep and his fingers never stuttered as they rubbed over your clit.

“Feel good, baby?” Osamu asked. You nodded and turned your head, puckering your lips for Osamu to kiss you. He eagerly complied, slotting his lips against yours immediately.

He swallowed your moans as your stomach tightened and your thighs shook.

“Fill me up?” You asked softly, lips brushing against his.

“Gonna cum already?” He asked.

“Can’t help it,” you said. “You feel so good inside me.” You moaned loudly as he rolled his hips.

“Gonna make ya gush around my cock,” he said. You nodded as his fingers rubbed your clit faster.

“Samu,” you moaned. He lifted your leg to get a better angle.

“Gonna fill ya up, sweet girl,” he said. “Make ya a mommy, yeah?”

You nodded again, unable to speak as his cock repeatedly slammed against your cervix. The metal barbell that decorated the head of his cock dragged against your gummy walls deliciously.

“You-you ever thought of more piercings?” You asked as he kissed your neck and groped your breasts.

“Mmm, why?” Osamu asked. His hips slapped against your ass with a particularly strong thrust.

“Jus’ think a jacob’s ladder would be interesting,” you said, thinking of the way the row of piercings would constantly be dragging against that spongy spot inside you.

“Takes too long to heal,” Osamu said. “Can’t be away from this tight cunt that long.”

Osamu grunted as your walls clamped around him. You let out a high pitched moan.

“Samu, Samu! Gonna cum,” you moaned. Your walls fluttered as Osamu thrusted harder.

“Hold on, princess,” he said, gritting his teeth. “Cum with me.”

“Can’t wait,” you whined, pressing your ass against him to feel him deeper.

“Jus’-jus’ a lil more,” he said. Your eyes burned with tears as you struggled not to cum.

“Samu,” you whined, dragging his name out.

“Fuck, now, cum now, princess,” he swore. You cried out as his teeth sank into the soft flesh of your shoulder. His cock twitched as your walls clenched around him.

Your juices gushed around his cock as your walls fluttered, pulling more and more cum from him.

“Gonna milk me dry,” he moaned. His tongue ran over the tender bite mark he left.

You relaxed into his hold as your orgasms finally ended. You could feel his cock twitching, trying vainly to stay hard in your warm, wet cunt.

“Whatta ‘bout you?” Osamu asked.

“What?” You asked, resting your hand on top of his. You slotted your fingers between his.

“Ever thought about getting any piercings?” He asked.

“Why, you have any suggestions?”

“Well, these cute, lil nipples are just begging for attention,” he said, playfully pinching your nipple.

“Maybe,” you said, smiling as his free hand rubbed up and down your stomach.

“Wasn’t kiddin’ when I said I’d make ya a mommy,” he said. “Wanna see you big and round with my babies.”

“One day,” you said, cuddling into him.

“Wanna start trying in the shower?” He asked.

You laughed. “I think we’ve been trying all week.”

“Okay, wanna try, again, in the shower?”

“Samu, she really will be here soon this time,” you said as Osamu wrapped his arms around you from behind.

“I can’t just hug my love?” He asked, resting his chin on your shoulder as you washed dishes.

“That would be so much sweeter if I couldn’t feel your erection digging into my back,” you said. You flicked water from your fingertips into his face.

“I can’t help it,” he whined. “Ya look hot when yer being all domestic.”

“That’s your misogyny kicking in,” you teased, rinsing the last of the dishes.

“So what if I think ya would make my perfect housewife? Isn’t a man entitled to his thoughts?” Osamu asked.

“Nope,” you popped. You smiled widely and twisted around to face him. You wrapped your arms around his neck. “I’d be your little housewife. But only for you. Don’t let my friends know, I’m supposed to be a big, bad feminist.”

“You can be a big, bad feminist and a housewife,” Osamu said. “‘S’long as ya chose to be one.”

“Oh-ho, when did you get so knowledgeable?” You joked.

“I was in an all-girl feminists club in college,” he said, cockily.

“Mhm, how many of them did you sleep with?” You asked.

“None!” Osamu exclaimed. You just looked at him. “They were all lesbians.”

“Sounds like a club I’m interested in,” you said.

Osamu smiled. “Oh?”

“Wait, baby!” Osamu whined. You laughed as he pouted.

“I’m joking, joking!” You laughed. “Partially.”

“Oh? Really now?” Osamu asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

“If you make even one threesome joke, I will leave you for Atsumu,” you said.

“I would never joke about a threesome,” Osamu said. “I’d be completely serious.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Calling Atsumu as we speak,” you said, pulling your phone out of your pocket. You held the phone up to your ear. “Hello, the hotter Miya twin?”

“Ouch,” Osamu winced. “Ya really got me where it hurts.”

You pocketed your phone and cupped Osamu’s face with your hands.

“I love you,” you said, smiling.

“I love ya more,” he said. He leaned down, pecking your lips. You giggled as he peppered your face with kisses.

“I love ya, I love ya, I love ya,” he said in between kisses. “I love ya.” He kissed you deeply.

“Cute.”

The two of you jumped apart as your mom’s voice cut through the kitchen.

“You’re home!” You exclaimed.

“We all need to talk,” she said, placing a stack of papers on the table and sitting down.

You and Osamu sat across from her.

“Divorce papers,” she said, sliding them across the table to Osamu.

“That was quick,” Osamu said, reading over the first page. “No fault?”

“I figured that was the quickest and easiest route,” she said.

You nodded as you read the papers over Osamu’s shoulder.

“We each get to keep what we came with,” she said. “I get the house, you get the restaurant. I’m willing to buy out your half of the car.”

“That sounds fair,” Osamu said. He flipped through the pages, reading each one carefully.

“More than,” your mom said.

“What about me?” You asked. The entire time she’d been here, your mom hadn’t once even glanced your way.

“Frankly, I have nothing to say to you,” she said, finally looking at you. “In my eyes, you’re nothing but the other woman.”

A pang of hurt shot through your heart. You’d known you’d hurt her, you just hadn’t expected her to write you off completely.

“He’ll get tired of you, too, sooner or later,” she said, sourly. “You’ll be ready to grovel at my feet for forgiveness once he gets rid of you.”

Tears pricked at your eyes. You glanced at Osamu, who was gripping a pen tightly.

“You have no right to say that to her,” Osamu said. “I didn’t get tired of you. If anything, you got tired of me. Always flirting with other men, going home with them, pretending like I didn’t know.”

Your mom gaped at him, speechless. “I-I…”

“Yeah, I knew about the other men. I know you tried Atsumu and the rest of his team,” Osamu said. “And I know that this is what you did in your first marriage. So don’t talk about Y/n being the other woman.”

“You cheated on Dad?” You asked, tearfully.

“She did, with me,” Osamu said. You looked at him. “I didn’t know she was married when we met, much less that her husband was dying.”

“Don’t turn this on me,” your mom said. “This is about your infidelity!”

“This is all around fucked up,” you said, wiping a stray tear away. “Just sign the papers and let’s go.”

You stood up abruptly, storming to your room where your bags were already packed, along with a few of Osamu’s bags.

You sat on your bed, head in your hands. You’d known she’d been a bad wife, but you’d never thought she’d cheated, much less while your own father had been on his deathbed.

“Baby?”

You looked up at Osamu in the doorway.

“Are you ready?” He asked. You nodded. You slung your backpack on your back and pulled your suitcase behind you.

“I just want to leave this house,” you mumbled. Osamu kissed your forehead as he grabbed his own bags.

“Let’s go,” he said. You followed him down the hallway.

You didn’t say anything to your mom as you slipped on your shoes at the front door.

“I’ll be back for the rest of my things later this week,” Osamu said.

“My apartment should be ready tomorrow,” Osamu said as you dropped your bags in the hotel room.

“The one in Osaka?” You asked. “Near my school?”

“The very one,” he said, wrapping his arms around you. “Now, tell me how ya actually feel, baby.”

You broke down. You buried your face in his chest and sobbed. Osamu rubbed your back as you cried.

“I can’t believe she cheated on my dad,” you cried. “She was- she was the love of his life!”

“I know, baby, I know,” he said, resting his chin on the top of your head. “Let it out.”

“He was on his deathbed, and she was out with some kid,” you sobbed. “He loved her so much and she just doesn’t deserve it! I wish she’d died instead!”

“I’m glad she didn’t,” Osamu said. “Never would’ve gotten to meet ya if she had.”

You nodded. “That’s probably the only good thing she’s ever done for me. Bring me to you.”

“I love ya,” Osamu said. “No matter how it happened, I’m here and I love ya so I can’t be too mad.”

“I love you, too, Samu,” you said.

“Are ya finished crying?” He asked, wiping away your tears. You nodded as he cupped your face. “Good, yer too pretty to cry. Now, I paid extra for a room with a jacuzzi, just for ya.”

“Just for me?” You asked. He nodded. “So you won’t be joining me?”

“Okay, maybe it’s for both of us,” Osamu said, smiling down at you.

“Good,” you said, resting your head against his chest. He hugged you tightly, kissing your forehead.

“Let me start the jacuzzi, yeah?” Osamu said, pulling away from you.

“Hurry up,” you said as he walked towards the bathroom. He turned and smiled at you.

“Almost sounds like yer gonna miss me,” he said.

“I’ll miss you terribly,” you said, dramatically clutching your heart. “Be careful with my heart, you’ve taken it with you.”

“As long as you’re careful with mine,” he said. You smiled as he disappeared into the bathroom and fell back onto the large bed.

Your phone rang from your pocket. You pulled it out and saw that Atsumu was video calling you.

You smiled widely as you answered.

“Uncle Tsumu!” You exclaimed as Atsumu came into focus. “What’s up?”

“The boys and I are on our way to the Olympics!” Atsumu exclaimed. You heard Bokuto and Hinata whoop in the background.

“That’s great!” You said. “Wait, does that mean you’re with the Ushijima Wakatoshi?”

“He’s sitting right across from me,” Atsumu said, turning the phone so that Ushijima was on the screen.

“Introduce me!” You screeched, sitting up excitedly. “Please, please, please!”

“What do I get in return?” Atsumu asked.

“I’ll convince Samu to let you join again,” you said quickly. Osamu poked his head out of the bathroom.

“Who’s joining what?” He asked.

“Atsumu if he introduces me to Ushiwaka,” you said.

“Ushijima-san, can you come here?” Atsumu asked, looking offscreen.

“The jacuzzi is ready, by the way,” Osamu said. You glanced at him.

“Just a minute,” you said.

“This is L/n Y/n, the number two setter in the nation right now,” Atsumu said.

You smiled and waved at the camera.

“I’ve heard of you,” Ushijima said. “You play very well. I can see why you are so highly ranked.”

“Oh, thank you!” You said, beaming. “I just wanted you to know I’m a big fan. You’re basically the reason I kept playing volleyball in high school.”

“Thank you,” he said. “Continue to play well.”

Ushijima disappeared offscreen.

“You’re the best uncle ever,” you said as Atsumu appeared back on screen.

“Of course, anything for my favourite niece,” he said.

“Baby, that water’s going to get cold,” Osamu said.

“I have to go, I’ll talk to you later,” you said. “Good luck at the Olympics!”

“Bye, doll,” Atsumu said. You ended the call and tossed your phone on the bed.

“I’m coming, baby,” you called, stripping from your clothes as you walked towards the bathroom. Osamu was slowly sinking into the steaming water. You climbed over the side and made yourself comfortable in Osamu’s arms.

“What’s this about Atsumu joining us again?” Osamu asked, wrapping his arms around you.

“He introduced me to the Ushijima Wakatoshi,” you said. “He deserves it.”

“I introduced you to four professional volleyball players,” Osamu complained.

“Have I not more than paid you back for that?” You asked. “I mean, I’ve barely spent more than an hour away from your cock this week.”

“Still not enough,” Osamu said, leaning down to kiss your neck. His hands drifted to your waist, holding you as his hips ground up. You moaned as his cock slid through your folds.

“Samu, wanna feel you,” you said, grabbing onto his arms. You bit your lip as he grabbed his cock, lining it up with your entrance.

“Whatever you want, baby,” he said, slowly pulling you down on his cock. You moaned softly as your walls molded around him. He pulled you back against his chest and held you closely.

“Love you,” you said, relaxing into his hold.

“I love ya more,” Osamu said, coiling his arms around your waist.

You leaned your head against his chest, closing your eyes as Osamu gently bounced you on his cock.

“Doin’ so good,” Osamu said. He moaned lightly in your ear. “Yer lil pussy is clenchin’ me so tight.” You reached down to rub your clit in slow circles. Osamu pulled you flush against his chest, rutting his hips up, forcing his cock deeper.

“Oh, Samu,” you moaned as your thighs trembled. You rubbed your clit faster, matching the pace of Osamu’s thrusts. “‘m gonna-“

“I know, baby, g’head and cum around my cock,” Osamu said. “Feel ya flutterin’ and clenchin’ ‘round me. Cum on my cock, sweet girl.”

You threw your head back as you gushed around Osamu’s cock. Your fingers slowly came to a stop, unable to move anymore. He knocked your useless fingers out of the way and placed his own fingers on your clit. You squealed as his fingers moved wildly over your clit.

“Samu!” You yelped, grabbing his forearm. He leaned down and kissed your neck sweetly.

“Ya got more in ya, sweet girl,” he murmured against your skin. “Gonna make ya squirt on my cock.”

You moaned as he lightly pinched your clit. Osamu smiled against your skin as your back arched against him.

“Gonna cum again,” you moaned, fingernails biting into Osamu’s forearm.

“Good girl,” Osamu said, kissing your neck. You cried out as Osamu’s fingers sped up.

“Samu, Samu, Samu!” You cried. Your eyes burned with tears as your walls clamped around him and you came for the second time.

“Still didn’t squirt around my cock,” Osamu said, disapprovingly. You frowned as he pulled his hand away from your clit.

“No, no, no-“

“Come on, baby,” Osamu said, lifting you up. You whimpered as his cock slid out of you. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna make you cum again.”

He carried you into the bedroom and tossed you on the bed. Water droplets dripped onto the blanket below you.

You whined and reached towards Osamu. He looked at you from where he was kneeling on the foot of the bed. He seemed downright predatory as he eyed your wet, naked body. His grey eyes darkened as you spread your legs.

“Samu,” you whimpered, rubbing your swollen, sensitive clit. You whined. Your fingers weren’t enough. Weren’t big and calloused and long like Osamu’s. “Samu, I need you. Please.”

“Can’t make yerself cum, baby?” He asked, crawling towards you. “Need me to do it for ya?”

“Yes!” You cried. Your fingers moved faster as Osamu pressed his lips against the inside of your ankle.

“Maybe try fingering yerself,” Osamu said. He kissed up your leg slowly, lips never leaving your skin.

You desperately shoved three fingers in your wet heat. It still wasn’t enough. You needed Osamu. His fingers, his tongue, his cock.

You pumped your fingers in and out of yourself, crying in frustration. You just couldn’t reach that spot in you. Even when your fingertips did brush against it, they just didn’t feel right. You’d become accustomed to rough, calloused fingers and cool, smooth metal.

You whined in frustration as your thighs shook. Osamu’s lips were pressed to the bend of your knee.

“Samu,” you whined.

“What is it, sweet girl? What’s the matter?” He asked, softly.

“‘S’not enough,” you said, frustrated. “Need you, now.”

“Keep tryin’, baby,” he mumbled, kissing the inside of your thigh. He was so close to where you needed him, you could feel his body heat on your sensitive skin.

He pressed a kiss to your pubic area, and you nearly sobbed in relief.

“Samu,” you said, reaching down to touch his hair when he moved and pressed his lips to your other ankle. You couldn’t help it. You burst into tears.

“Baby, don’t cry,” Samu said, immediately abandoning your leg to cup your face in his hands.

“I-I-I need you!” You sobbed. “Need you in me, Samu, please!”

“I’m sorry, baby, let me make ya feel better, okay?” He asked. You nodded. “Now, don’t cry, my sweet girl. Okay? Let daddy take care of ya.”

Osamu lined his cock up with your entrance. He braced his arms on either side of your head and in one, swift motion, his cock hit your cervix.

You moaned loudly, wrapping your arms and legs around him. Your eyes rolled back as he pounded into you, his hips slapping against yours almost painfully.

“Feel better, my sweet girl?” Osamu grunted. You nodded, unable to find the right words. “Ya were made for my cock, takin’ it so well. When yer my lil housewife, ya’ll be takin’ like this whenever I want, isn’t that right, princess?”

“Yes, daddy,” you moaned, digging your nails into his back. His muscles flexed under your touch. “Gonna take your cock whenever you want. Always want your cock in me.”

“Gonna be my sweet, lil housewife?” Osamu asked. You nodded. “Move in with me.”

“Samu,” you gasped. He threw one of your legs over his shoulder, thrusting into you even deeper.

“Tell me ya will,” he said. He bit his bottom lip as your walls clenched around him. “Can’t- can’t live without ya.”

“Yes, yes!” You exclaimed as he reached between your bodies and rubbed over your clit with two skillful fingers. Your back arched as he pushed your other leg up, knee knocking against your chest.

“Fuck, I love ya,” he moaned, rubbing your clit furiously.

“L-love you,” you stuttered as your stomach tightened. “Gonna, gonna cum!”

Osamu’s hips sped up.

“Come on, squirt all over my cock, sweet girl,” Osamu said. “And I’ll fill ya up, just how ya like.”

You pulled him down, kissing him roughly. Your teeth clicked together painfully, but Osamu’s tongue pressed against yours made it easy to ignore the pain.

Your walls fluttered around him and he groaned into your mouth.

“Fuck,” you hissed as Osamu pulled away.

“Come on,” Osamu said, gritting his teeth as he pushed your legs against your chest. He slapped your clit.

“Samu!” You moaned. His eyes lit up as he slapped your clit again.

“Squirt. On. My. Cock.” Each word was accented with a brutal slap against your clit that had you screaming. Your thighs shook as your back arched. Your hands balled into fists in the wet blanket below you as your orgasm exploded out of you.

“Fuck, Samu!” You shouted, throwing your head back. Osamu moaned as your juices covered his stomach, dripping down to his heavy balls. His balls slapped wetly against your skin as he chased his own orgasm.

“Gonna fill ya up,” he groaned. It took all of your energy to stay conscious as he rutted into you.

Osamu moaned loudly and buried his cock deep as it twitched and spurted out his cum.

“Fuck,” he breathed, collapsing next to you. He cuddled into your side, nuzzling your neck as he wrapped his arms around you.

You smiled weakly as cum leaked out of you and down onto the blanket.

“I love ya,” Osamu murmured, pressing his lips against your neck.

“I love you,” you said. You twisted around to face him. “You really want me to live with you?”

“Of course,” Osamu said. “Can’t imagine it any other way.” He pecked your lips and pulled you closer. “I wanna wake up next to ya every mornin’ and fall asleep next to ya every night.”

Tears burned at your eyes. You rubbed them furiously, trying not to cry.

“Aw, baby, why are ya cryin’?” He asked, smiling at you. He wiped away your tears with his thumbs.

“I just- I really, really love you,” you said, sniffling. Osamu smiled and pulled you into his chest, kissing your head.

“I really, really love ya, too, baby.”

“I just think the bed should go a little more to the right,” you said, watching as Osamu and his friend, Suna, moved the heavy frame. “Hmm, does that seem centered to you?”

“It fucking better be,” Suna said, standing next to you. “Actually, a little to the right.”

“Fuck ya,” Osamu said, pushing the frame. You bit your lip as his arms flexed.

“Stop being horny,” Suna said, pushing you gently.

“I’m not!” You denied, smiling. “I’m just appreciating the view.”

“I’m not moving this damn thing another inch, I don’t care if it’s centered or not,” Osamu said, standing up. He pushed his shirt up as he placed his hand on his side.

“It’s good, baby,” you said. Osamu wrapped his arm around your waist.

“Let’s take a break,” Osamu said. Suna whipped out his phone.

“Let me show you all the embarrassing photos I have of Osamu and Atsumu,” he said with a grin.

“Ooo, yes, please,” you said. You leaned over to look at his phone.

“Baby, no,” Osamu groaned, grabbing your hand and tugging you away. “Don’t look at those. Why do ya even still have those?”

“Because I like to show Atsumu’s fans him getting his ass kicked,” Suna said, following the two of you to the living room.

“He did get his ass kicked a lot, didn’t he?” Osamu said, smiling.

“So you won?” You asked, sitting on the couch.

Osamu scoffed as he sat next to you. “Of course I did.”

“Atsumu is a pussy,” Suna said, handing you his phone. You giggled as you watched high school Osamu and Atsumu roll around on the gym floor.

“Can you send me that?” You asked. “I need it for when Atsumu gets on my nerves.”

“Give me your number,” Suna said. You typed in your number, saving it under your name.

“Come here,” you said, pulling Suna closer to you. “Smile.” You snapped a selfie and saved it as your contact photo.

“Come on, let’s finish the bedroom before ya two bond anymore,” Osamu said, standing up. He stretched his arms out, shirt riding up and showing just a sliver of his tanned stomach. You licked your lips.

“Shouldn’t you be happy that your girlfriend and best friend are getting along?” You asked, standing up.

“Yeah, we could hate each other,” Suna said.

“I knew ya two would get along,” Osamu said. “I almost didn’t want to introduce ya because of it.”

“What? Scared we might replace you?” You teased.

“Yeah, yeah, let’s just finish the bedroom.”

“All that’s left is the bookshelf and the bedside tables,” Suna said.

“The bookshelf is oak, so it’s pretty heavy,” you said. “I want it facing the bed.”

“Come on,” Osamu said, bracing himself on one side of the large bookshelf. Suna grabbed the other side and grunted as they lifted it.

“Careful,” you said, following them to the bedroom.

They carefully sat it down in front of the bed and pushed it back and forth until it was centered.

“There,” Osamu said, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. “Now you can start unpacking your books while we get the bedside tables in here.”

You nodded as he leaned down to kiss you.

“Ew,” Suna said, wrinkling his nose.

“You wanna kiss, Sunarin?” Osamu asked, puckering his lips. You giggled.

“Shut up and let’s get these bedside tables in here so I can leave you two to your domesticity,” Suna said.

“Can you help me move the books in here first?” You asked. “It’s the three boxes by the front door.

Suna and Osamu nodded.

“Thank you,” you said.

Suna and Osamu lifted the boxes with a huff as you pushed yours across the hardwood floor.

“Work smarter, not harder,” you said, smirking as they struggled to carry the boxes.

“Why do you read so much?” Suna asked, carefully dropping the box in front of the bookshelf.

“Yeah, why can’t ya read on yer phone like everyone else?” Osamu asked, dropping his box next to Suna’s. You pushed yours across the bedroom and shrugged.

“I like real books,” you said, opening the first box. You grabbed an armful of books and carefully arranged them on the bookshelf.

“Don’t tell me you’re one of those people,” Suna groaned.

Your face burned. “I like to have a system,” you said, defensively.

“I think it’s cute, baby,” Osamu said. “Do ya want me to help?”

“Thanks, but I’ll do it myself, you two finish up the bedroom,” you said. Osamu nodded and gestured for Suna to follow him into the living room.

You quickly organised the bookshelf, adding in Osamu’s few books alongside your own as you went.

“I think we’re done,” Osamu said as you stood up, stretching out. You looked around the finished bedroom. “All that’s left is unpacking our clothes and whatever.”

“We can do that tomorrow,” you said, standing in between Osamu and Suna. Osamu wrapped his arm around your waist.

“We’ll have it really looking like home tomorrow,” Osamu said.

“I’m excited,” you said, smiling widely. “It’s our first night in our apartment.”

“We’ll have to break it in,” Osamu said, winking at you.

Suna gagged. “I’m taking that as my cue to leave. Call me if you need my help tomorrow, I’ll be in town for the next week.”

“Thanks for your help, Suna,” you said as the three of you walked to the front door.

“It’s no problem,” he said.

“I’ll make dinner one night this week, you should come by,” Osamu said. “Just as a thank you.”

“Let me know when and I’ll be here,” Suna said. He slipped his shoes on before saying goodbye.

“Bye!” You called after him. You shut the door behind you and immediately, Osamu was pulling you into him, kissing you and running his hands down your sides and up your shirt.

“Wanted to do this all day,” he mumbled, not pulling away from you for even a second.

“S-Samu, we should shower first,” you said as he kissed down your neck. “We’re all dirty and sweaty from moving.”

“Who cares?” He asked, pushing you against the door. “Jus’ gonna make ya dirtier and sweatier.”

“Sa- ohh.” You moaned as he bit and sucked at a spot on your neck. “Samu.”

“Come on, I wanna break in that new bed we got,” he said. You wrapped your arms and legs around him as he lifted you.

“Careful,” you mumbled, licking and sucking on his neck.

“Need ya,” he groaned, dropping you on the unmade bed. You pulled him down on top of you as you leaned back.

“Samu,” you moaned against his lips.

“Jus’-Jus’ let me take care o’ ya,” he breathed, pulling away and taking your shirt with him. You bit your lip as he took off his own shirt, revealing his lightly toned stomach and the faint happy trail that disappeared into his shorts.

“You’re so…” you said, running your hands along his stomach and up to his chest. “Fucking hot.”

“Baby,” he moaned as you pinched his pebbled nipple.

“I can’t keep my hands off of you,” you said, pushing him onto his back. You straddled him and pulled your bra off. Your hands went back to his chest as you groped and kneaded his pecs. You pinched and teased his nipples before leaning down and kissing his jawline.

“Stop- ah- teasing,” Osamu moaned as you rolled your hips. Even through four layers, you could feel his fat cock throbbing.

“No,” you said, kissing down his neck, leaving red bruises in random spots leading all the way down to his pecs. You rolled your hips again and groaned as his cock twitched under you.

“At least let me feel ya,” he said. His hands fisted the sheets as you sunk your teeth into the soft flesh of his right pec.

You rolled off of him and shimmied out of your shorts, leaving you in just a pair of white, cotton panties. You unbuttoned Osamu’s shorts and pulled them off before straddling him again. You leaned back down and sucked one of his nipples into your mouth while one of your hands groped his chest and the other played with the elastic of his boxers.

“Fuck,” he swore, throwing his head back as you ground yourself against his cock. “More, more, I wan’ more, please, baby.”

You pulled back, admiring the masterpiece that was Osamu’s chest, painted with bite marks and bruises. He was breathing heavily, chest rising and falling.

“Open,” you said, grabbing his jaw lightly. His mouth fell open, tongue poking out. You leaned over him and shoved three fingers in his mouth. “Suck.”

He drooled as he sucked on your fingers, gagging as your fingers hit the back of his throat. You moaned as you rolled your hips.

“Good boy,” you said, pulling your fingers away. Osamu leaned up, following them before leaning back. “Now watch me.”

You leaned back on one arm as Osamu propped his head up on a pillow. You shoved your spit covered hand down your panties, rubbing your clit slowly. You moaned softly.

“Samu,” you breathed. You felt his cock jump under you. “Samu, feels so good.”

“Wanna see,” Osamu groaned, grabbing your hips. “Please.”

You shook your head as you moaned again. A wet spot formed in the crotch of your panties, turning the thin fabric translucent. Osamu groaned and bucked his hips, looking for anything that would give him the friction he wanted.

“Gonna cum,” you gasped, rubbing your clit faster.

Osamu whined as the wet spot on your panties grew. “Samu, Samu, Samu!”

You sucked in a sharp breath as your walls clenched around nothing and your juices gushed out, coating your panties and fingers. You rubbed your clit slowly, moaning as you milked your orgasm. Cum dripped down, wetting Osamu’s boxers as you leaned up. You struggled not to just collapse in Osamu’s chest as you braved your hands on his stomach. You could feel his cock throbbing against your wet cunt.

“Wanna taste,” Osamu pleaded. You rolled off of him, breathing heavily as you pulled your ruined panties off.

“You really want a taste?” You asked. He nodded. “Open up.”

Again, his mouth fell open without a second thought. You shoved your panties in his mouth, gagging him. He let out a muffled moan.

You slowly inched his boxers down, releasing his heavy cock. It bobbed before laying against his stomach. You straddled him again, slotting his cock between your wet folds. You dragged your hips against him. The head of his cock teased your abused clit as you whimpered from the sensitivity. You tensed as cool metal shocked your hot skin. You relaxed as Osamu grabbed you hips, guiding you as you ground against him. You reached down and guided the tip of his cock into your entrance. You whined as you teased yourself with just the tip.

“Mm-mff,” Osamu said, his words muffled by cotton. You reached up and pulled your panties out of his mouth. “More, take more. Please, can’t take it anymore.”

You shook your head, rotating your hips. His neglected cock throbbed.

“Please, please,” Osamu begged. His fingernails dug into your hips. “Let me be in ya.”

“You teased me until I cried last week in the hotel,” you said, letting the tip of his cock fall out of you. He whined. “So until you cry, I’m not stopping.”

You rolled your hips. His cock dragged against your clit deliciously as you used his body.

“Con-consider yourself lucky I’m not riding your thighs,” you stuttered, moaning as his piercing teased your clit. “I thought about it.”

“Baby, please,” Osamu begged, eyes wide and lower lip poking out in a pout. “Wanna be in ya, wanna cum.”

“I’m not stopping you,” you said.

“Wanna cum in ya,” he said, frustrated. He’s eyes were glossy and you knew it was only a matter of time before tears started rolling down his cheeks.

“I want you to cum inside me, baby,” you cooed, rubbing your hands over his tense stomach. “But you know what I want.”

“I-I can’t,” he stuttered. You tutted and rolled your hips. The tip of his cock snagged your hole and Osamu let out a whimper.

“Come on, baby, I want you in me so bad,” you said, arching your back. “Want you to breed me, want you to knock me up with your babies, please daddy.”

“Baby,” Osamu whimpered as you took the tip inside your tight walls.

“Gonna cum again,” you moaned, rotating your hips. You moaned loudly, reaching down to rub your clit. Your walls clamped around the head of Osamu’s cock, milking it as you came.

“Baby, fuck, no, I’m gonna cum,” Osamu cried. His lashes were filled with unshed tears as you pulled away from him. His cock twitched as he came. You ran your fingers through the pool of cum that was on his stomach and licked them clean.

You hummed. “Baby, what‘s the matter? I thought you wanted to cum inside me.” You pouted as his lower lip wobbled. He blinked slowly and a tear ran down his face.

“Oh, baby, don’t cry,” you cooed, cupping his face. You kissed his tears away. “Gonna make you feel better.”

You pumped his cock a few times, bringing it back to hardness.

“Baby, please,” he whimpered as you thumbed his slit. You glanced up at him. Tears were still falling down his cheeks. “Please, I wanna be in ya.”

You smiled at him and straddled him once again. You both moaned as you sank down his length.

“Thank ya, thank ya, thank ya, I love ya so much, wanna fill ya up, fuck, please,” Osamu babbled. You wiped his tears away then grabbed his hands as you bounced on his cock. He intertwined your fingers, bringing both of your hands up to his lips. “I love ya.”

“I love you, Samu,” you said as his cock nudged your cervix. “Fuck, ‘m sorry for making you cry, baby.”

“Liked it,” he mumbled. He threw his head back with a moan as you swivelled your hips. “Liked it so much. Feels so good.”

“Oh?” You said. You moaned as Osamu rolled his hips. “You like when I take control?”

“Yes, yes!” He gasped as you sped up. You let out a choked moan as his hips lifted to meet yours.

“Let me choke you,” you moaned, running one of your hands up to his throat. He nodded as his eyes closed. You squeezed lightly. Osamu groaned loudly, his throat rumbling under your hand.

“More, more,” he said, reaching up to grab your wrist. You squeezed harder and his eyes rolled back with a moan.

“Fuck, so pretty,” you said. You moaned loudly as he bucked his hips up.

“Fuck,” Osamu choked out as his cock twitched. You loosened your grip on his throat, letting oxygen flood his lungs. “Gonna cum, gonna cum!”

“Fill me up, Osamu, please,” you moaned as his cock nudged your cervix. “Please, wanna be full.”

Osamu moaned loudly, pulling your hips down to bury his cock in your cunt as he painted your walls white. You reached down to rub your clit as he filled you up, clenching around him as you came. You both breathed heavily as you collapsed against his chest. He wrapped his arms around you.

“So, I thought Atsumu was the sub,” you breathed.

“I can still flip ya over and bend ya in half,” Osamu said. He chuckled as you snorted.

“I doubt either of us could move that much right now,” you said.

“I think yer wrong,” Osamu said. “I plan on fucking ya in every room of the apartment before the sun comes up.”

“I say we continue this in the kitchen then,” you said as your stomach grumbled. “I’m starving.”

“We only have rice,” Osamu said. You groaned and rolled off of him.

“Pizza or sushi?” You asked, grabbing your phone from the bedside table.

“Sushi,” Osamu said. “Ya think we can christen the living room before they get here?”

“Only one way to find out,” you said, dialling the number to the sushi place. You winked at Osamu as the phone rang.

He molded his body against yours, nuzzling your neck as you ordered the food.

“We have twenty-five minutes,” you said, placing your phone back on the bedside table.

“More than enough time,” Osamu said. He scooped you up from the bed and carried you to the living room.

“No, no, absolutely not!” You exclaimed, laughing loudly.

“Come on, let me try it!” Osamu said.

“You are not eating sushi off my body, sorry, but no,” you said, shaking your head.

“I’ll feed ya, too,” he said. You laughed as he pouted.

“Okay, fine,” you said. “But not tonight.”

“I’ll plan it,” Osamu said. “Maybe I’ll even invite our friends.”

“Oh, absolutely not,” you said. “Atsumu is not eating sushi off of my naked body.”

“What about Rin?” Osamu asked.

“I thought you didn’t like to share,” you said. “Food or otherwise.”

“Is it a crime to want to show off my beautiful, amazing, sexy girlfriend?” Osamu asked. Your face burned.

“Shut up,” you said, stealing a piece of sushi from his plate. “We can discuss details later.”

“I love ya,” Osamu said, smiling widely.

“Yeah, yeah,” you grumbled. “Love you, too.”

Osamu smiled again, and held out a piece of sushi for you. You smiled before copying him.

“Suna’s not allowed to take pictures,” you said. “In fact, I don’t want him to have his phone at all.”

“Fair enough,” Osamu said, shrugging and finishing off his roll. “Wanna help me wash dishes?”

“Yes,” you said, chewing the last piece of sushi as Osamu gathered the trash and dishes he’d insisted you’d used.

You followed after him, wearing only his t-shirt. Osamu dropped the dishes in the sink then immediately caged you against the counter.

“Ya look cute in my shirt,” he mumbled, nosing at your neck. He kissed your skin softly before leaning up to kiss your lips.

“Why, thank you,” you said, putting your arms around his neck. He lifted you and sat you down on the edge of the counter, pushing the too long shirt up to reveal your leaking cunt. His loads from earlier were coating your thighs as they slowly leaked out of your used cunt.

“Aw, baby, yer leaking my cum everywhere,” Osamu cooed, gathering his cum on his fingers and pushing it back into your hole. “Ya want more?”

“Please,” you begged as his fingers pumped in and out of you. He held his cum covered fingers up to your lips. You grabbed his wrist as you took them in your mouth, sucking and licking them clean. You looked up at him through your lashes. His eyes were dark and dilated as he watched your tongue move up and down his fingers.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned. He pulled his hand away and shoved his shorts down around his ankles. His cock bobbed heavily.

“Gonna breed me again, Samu?” You asked, wrapping your arms around his chest and pulling him closer, wrapping your legs around his waist. “Gonna put your babies in me?”

“Fuck, yes,” he groaned, lining his cock up with your entrance. “Gonna make ya a mommy, fuck.” He moaned as his cock slowly filled you up, still stretching you out even after filling you up twice before this.

“Osamu, wanna have your babies,” you moaned as he thrusted into you at a nice, normal pace. You let your head drop onto his shoulder as he thrusted deeper, cock pressing painfully against your cervix.

“You will, baby,” he said, thrusting harder. You whimpered as his cock head broke past your cervix.

“S’too deep,” you moaned. Your fingernails dug into his back as he pushed deeper and deeper.

“Shh, shh, you can take it, baby,” Osamu said as you whined and whimpered. “Takin’ my cock so well, yer so good for me, princess.”

You moaned into his shoulder as he pushed your shirt up, squeezing and groping your breasts. He rocked into you at a steady pace, focusing more on thrusting deeper and deeper than harder.

“So deep in me,” you moaned against his warm skin. “Can feel you in my throat.”

“What was that, baby?” Osamu asked. “Want me in yer throat?”

“Can feel you in my throat,” you said, louder. “You’re so deep in me.”

Osamu snapped his hips against yours, punching past your cervix again, and stilling. You let out a long, low moan.

“Ya can feel me here, baby?” Osamu asked, pressing his hand against the small bulge at the bottom of your stomach. You whined and nodded. “What about here?” He pushed you back to face him and wrapped his hand around your throat.

“Samu,” you moaned as he gently squeezed the sides of your throat. Your walls clenched around him. He slowly started to thrust into you again.

“If ya wanted me t’ choke ya, ya jus’ had t’ ask,” he said. You breathed shallowly as he squeezed harder.

“More, more,” you breathed, holding on to his wrist as your lungs started to burn. “Fuck me.”

“Ya want more?” Osamu asked. His hips sped up, slapping against your noisily as he pressed down on your throat.

You couldn’t speak as he pounded into you, fucking past your cervix with every thrust. Your lungs burned and your head spun from lack of oxygen.

“Sa-mu,” you choked, holding onto his forearm loosely. He grunted and thrusted into you harder.

“Gonna cum around my cock, baby?” He asked, grunting as your walls clenched around him. You couldn’t answer, not even able to nod your head in response.

“Can’t answer? Aw, is my baby fucked dumb?” He cooed. You could barely comprehend his words as your head swam.

“My dumb, lil baby,” Osamu cooed, letting his hand loosen. You gasped as oxygen flooded your lungs. Your head spun and you moaned as your walls fluttered around Osamu’s cock. “Cum around my cock.”

“Cumming,” you gasped as Osamu’s hand tightened around your throat again. Your eyes rolled back as you gushed around him. Osamu fucked you through your orgasm, each thrust accompanied by the sound of Osamu’s skin against yours and a loud squelch as your juices dripped down your skin.

“Feels so good to be in control,” Osamu said, smiling wickedly as he choked you. “I control everything you do. When you cum, when you breathe. I love that you let me use you like a lil doll.”

You smiled as Osamu kissed you roughly. He released your throat and pulled back.

“Samu,” you whined.

“Open.” He didn’t give you a choice as he squeezed your cheeks, forcing your mouth open. You stuck your tongue out as he gathered spit in his mouth.

“My good, sweet girl,” he cooed. He spat in your mouth before kissing you messily. A mix of yours and his spit ran down your chins as he devoured you.

“Gonna cum in you,” he groaned as he pulled back, strands of saliva still connecting you two.

“Please, please,” you begged, wrapping your arms around his chest and digging your nails into the back of his shoulders. You pulled him in deeper with your legs wrapping around him tighter. “Knock me up, Samu, please.”

“Ya gonna cum with me?” He asked, rolling his hips. You nodded as he reached down to rub your clit. You moaned loudly.

“Gonna fill ya up, sweet girl,” Osamu moaned. You nodded and let your head fall against his shoulder. He moaned as you licked and sucked at his neck.

“Fuck,” you hissed as his cock twitched inside you. “Cum in me.”

Osamu grunted as he slapped your clit.

“Wan’ ya to cum ‘round my cock,” he said, slapping your clit again. Your thighs trembled as he rubbed your clit in fast circles.

“Samu, Samu,” you cried. “Gonna cum.”

You moaned, long and high pitched as your walls clamped down around him. He groaned as you gushed around him. His cock throbbed and he spilled inside you, filling you up with his cum.

You whimpered as he pulled out, clenching around nothing and pushing his cum out. He tutted and used his fingers to push it back in.

“Be a good girl and keep my cum in you,” he said.

You nodded and leaned back against the cabinets as he pulled his shorts up and started washing the dishes.

“Samu,” you murmured, carefully climbing off the counter. Your legs wobbled and you quickly wrapped your arms around Osamu, trying to keep yourself upright.

“Be careful, baby,” he said, drying the dishes. “You should’ve stayed on the counter until I was done. Come ‘ere.”

He gently twisted around in your arms and scooped you up, holding you closely to his chest.

“I love you,” you mumbled as he carried you through your bedroom and into the connected bathroom.

“I love ya, too, baby,” he said, kissing your forehead as he set you down on the marble countertop.

He started the bath and turned back towards you. “Now, stay there until I get back. Okay?”

You nodded and leaned back against the mirror. You could feel Osamu’s cum leaking out of you, so you leaned down and pushed it back in. You moaned softly as you thrusted your finger in and out, coating them in Osamu’s cum. You licked your fingers clean and pushed them back into you.

“What’s this?” Osamu asked, crossing his arms as he leaned against the doorframe.

“D-Didn’t wanna lose your cum,” you moaned, using your other hand to rub your clit. “Kept leaking out.”

“Want me to get ya a plug, baby?” Osamu asked, watching hungrily as you fingered yourself. You nodded.

“Don’t wanna lose any,” you said. You moaned as your walls fluttered around your fingers. “Wanna cum.”

“G’head, baby,” he said, stepping closer to you. He kneeled in front of you, spreading your legs as your thighs shook. “Come on, cum fer me.”

“Daddy,” you keened, back arching. You moaned loudly as you pulled your fingers out of your heat and focused on your clit. You cried out as Osamu spread your legs further. “Fuck, gonna-gonna—“ You cut off with a loud moan as you squirted into Osamu’s face. Your thighs rested on his shoulders as your juices dripped down his face.

He closed his eyes slowly. “Fuck me,” he groaned, palming himself through his shorts. “Yer so hot, baby.”

You slouched down as he turned the bathtub water off and then returned to his spot between your thighs.

“Samu, no, no more,” you moaned as he buried his face in your cunt. You tangled your fingers in his hair, trying to pull him away as he licked up your slit.

“Ya got more in ya,” he said, pulling back. He kissed the inside of your thigh gently before licking into your wet, hot heat. You squirmed as his tongue pushed into your hole, his nose bumping your clit as he slurped up a mixture of both of your cum.

“Samu,” you whined, tugging his hair. He groaned, sending vibrations straight to your cunt. He wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked roughly, desperately wanting you to cum in his face again.

“Come on, want ya t’ cum in my face,” he said, pulling back to breathe.

“Samu, it hurts,” you cried as he shoved three fingers in your abused hole. He ignored you as he flicked his tongue against your clit. Your eyes burned as your legs shook from overstimulation.

Osamu added a fourth finger as he thrusted in and out of you. His other hand palmed at his half hard cock through his shorts.

“Samu!” You squealed, thighs clamping around his head as he curled his fingers in you, dragging against that spongy spot. He curled his fingers again and again, sucking at your clit harshly.

“Fuck, fuck! Gonna cum! Samu!” Tears rolled down your cheeks as he pulled his fingers out of you and shoved his tongue in your stretched out hole as you came. Your juices gushed around his tongue as he moaned.

“That’s my girl,” he said, smiling as he leaned back on his feet. You breathed heavily as you leaned against the mirror, chest heaving. “Ya wanna get in the bath, now?”

You nodded. He carefully pulled his shirt off of you and pushed his shorts down before gently picking you up. He eased into the bathtub, rearranging you once he was comfortably leaning back in the hot water. You leaned against his chest. You crossed your arms and intertwined your fingers with his as you closed your eyes.

“Hey, baby?” Osamu asked.

“Hmm?” You hummed. He nosed your neck, pressing a few kisses against your skin before speaking again.

“Ya know I love ya,” he said, lips brushing against your ear. “Right?”

“I love you, too, Samu,” you said, leaning your head back on his shoulder.

“Only me?” He asked, kissing your shoulder.

“Only you.”

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