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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years

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Kinktober 2022, Day 4: Dacryphilia

Riled Up Again

Summary: your tears only rile him up more

Pairings: Mike Weiss X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, D/s dynamics, size kink, degradation, teasing, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, PIV sex, cream pie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 810

Dacryphilia is a non-normative sexual interest in which sexual pleasure and arousal is derived from crying and/or tears

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Gulping, you take a step back from him, but Mike gives you that sly devilish smile. He wanted to destroy you. Wanted you to feel him for the rest of the week. You slowly start to shake your head no.

“Oh yes, Little One. You know you want it, so don’t be afraid,” Mike reaches around you to grab your arm, and twists you around, body in front of the full length mirror. “Look at how you’re trembling. You know this fear just turns me on, right?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” his brow raises as he watches your reflection.

“Yes, sir.”

You stare at his thick fingers as they start unbuttoning the front of your dress; one. button. at. a. time. Painfully slow with his slow methodical breaths blowing on your neck. You rub your thighs together, your body needing some friction, and Mike chuckles at you.

“Not so innocent are you?” you whimper up at him when the final button is undone, and he lets the cotton drift to the floor. “My sweet little slut, you better be glad I found you at home. You can’t go out in public with no underwear on,” he slaps at your tit causing you to back your ass into him, and you feel his hard length press into your back.

“Who were you wanting to see? Do you like the older ones like Tyler? Maybe those sweet baby faces like Carter and Bryce? No, Frank maybe with his raging breeding kink?” you whisper out his name, and he picks you up to throw on the bed.

Ripping off his own clothes, you yip when his cock bounces free of his boxers. His hand runs up your legs, before he starts pulling them apart, “Quit resisting, I gotta open you up. You need your head pounding in the headboard since you want to act like a little slut.”

He manages to pull your legs apart, and he stares at your throbbing pussy. Your arousal glistening on your thighs, coating your cunt, “You’re so ready for me to split you in half, aren’t you,” you nod your head at him with an innocent smile. “That’s fucking right. You’re always ready to take me.”

Crawling on the bed, you start to move where you want, forgetting that Mike puts you exactly how he wants you, “Stay there,” he grunts, pulling on your ankle to bring you closer to him. “Little One, you get what you get. I did try to warn you.”

Mike slaps his cock over your slit, before sliding it down to your tight channel. Pushing through your velvety walls, until he bottoms out. His cock right at your cervix, and you grip tight to the bedsheets.

“What’s wrong?” he laughs. Pulling himself out completely before slamming back into your wet heat. You yell out his name, but it only makes him do it again and again until your eyes go misty, and the tears break through, creating a beautiful saline waterfall on your face.

“Stop your crying, and take it like a good girl. You like it, don’t you? Love when your sir splits you in half.”

“I want more! Please give me more!”

“There ya go,” his voice low and raspy. Readjusting his weight so he can pummel his body into you. Leaving you a whimpering mess with each stab. “You like it when I get extra deep huh? Got your greedy little cunt fluttering around me. You needed this, huh, Little One?”

You feel every inch, every vein and crevice, every stretch of your walls, and every twitch of his cock. Overwhelmed with pained pleasure, and his weight over top of you. Every panting breath he takes because of his exertion and you sob out his name.

Flattening his tongue, he slowly licks up your cheek, humming at the salty sweet taste, “You’re tears are getting me closer. This sweet cunt is squeezing me so tight. So. Fucking. Tight,” emphasizing each word with a hard thrust into your body. Feeling him all the way in your throat.

When you let out a gurgled wail, “Sir!” you feel hot ribbons of his seed fill you to the brim, seeping out where the two of you connect.

“Good fucking girl,” his voice hoarse, but his movements turn smooth an warm. “Your sir is so proud of you, Little One. Although, I am sad you’re taking me better. You’re not crying as much.”

“It still stings, though. I just like the pain,” he gives you a long lingering kiss before pulling out. Watching himself leak out of your abused hole.

“That is the prettiest sight I’ve ever seen. Next group meeting, I want my cum dripping down your legs. Those young ones won’t be making a pass then.”

“You know I’m only yours. Except when…” you start to laugh again. That was such a fun time.

“Shh, can’t be getting me riled up again. Come on. Let’s get something to drink. I want that pussy squirting later.”

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dreamlessinparis · 2 years

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You're welcome my love 😏

Soooo I know this was meant to torment with beautiful gifs of men, however, my brain took it to a whole other level and this piece is about 2k. Don't come for me, it just happened haha. 🥴

Smut below the cut

Warnings: orgy, explicit sexual content, oral (f receiving), double penetration, voyeurism, exhibitionism, cum play, cumshot, jealous Steve, reverse harem, sensory deprivation, bound hands, choking, dirty talk, praise, degradation, explicit language.

Beta'd by the lovely @sparkledfirecracker but all mistakes are my own.

You whined desperately, tugging on the silk ties binding your hands. It was thrilling to be bound and blindfolded, but you knew this time was different. This time you were being punished and you didn’t know what to expect.

“Remember your safe word, Angel?” Ari’s voice caressed your ear before placing a soft kiss beneath your lobe. You nodded slowly, biting your lip nervously. Would you need your safe word?

“Don’t think she deserves a safe word,” you heard Steve chime in. You squirmed from your seat atop his desk. His voice was hard and angry. It made you uneasy. He was unpredictable when he was mad.

“Oh come on, Steve,” Curtis said. He was seated on your other side, his fingers trailing down your bare torso, towards the apex of your hips. “We can’t leave her without a safe word. She might have misbehaved but she’s still our girl.”

“Plus the little slut’ll be putty after the first time she can’t come,” Ransom snarled. His voice was further away, almost like he was seated on Steve’s couch.

"Good point," Steve agreed. You were trying hard to track his movements but Curtis' fingers trailing down your skin made it near impossible. Ari's hand cupped your knee, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

He began placing soft kisses on your neck and shoulder. Curtis dipped lower, making you lift your hips, "Behave, little dove, Steve’s already upset.”

The door opened and you were suddenly nervous. Who else was here? You knew all your men were accounted for. Mike, despite his silence, had been seated at Steve's desk when you had been dragged in here. And everyone else had spoken up to acknowledge their presence.

“Thank you for joining us, Lee." Steve greeted the charming Sheriff. It probably shouldn't have the effect that it had but Lee's arrival made you clench your thighs, trying to relieve some of the throbbing.

Flirting with him had been a bad idea but you couldn't help yourself. The power that oozed from his being and the heated way he watched you. Ari didn't usually mind your flirty manner but Steve … he didn't tolerate it.

How were you to know Steve was going to come by Ari's office to bring you both lunch. Perks of dating multiple men, someone was bound to bring you food everyday. Maybe if Lee hadn't had you pinned between his body and the wall, Steve wouldn't have been as mad but who knew, with him. The commanding voice as he called your name from across the office made you all tingly just thinking about it.

“My pleasure, Rogers. What can I do for you?" His gravelly voice made you shiver and clench your thighs again.

“Sheriff making you excited, little one?” Ari growled. There was no point in lying to him. His hand on your knee gave you away every time you squeezed your thighs together. You nodded, eagerly. Ari clicked his tongue, wrapping his huge hand around your throat, squeezing lightly. “Curtis open her up. Let Lee see what he does to her." He ordered.

“Have a seat, Sheriff. Our girl seems to have forgotten her place. Thought you'd like to watch as we remind her.” Steve said in a smug voice.

Curtis tossed one of your legs over his lap, spreading you wide.

“I don't know, Rogers. Seems like she's excited to see me. Look how she's dripping all over that desk.” Lee said in a gloating tone, "pitiful that five guys aren't enough to handle one girl."

Ransom snarled and it sounded like there was a struggle before he plopped down on the couch. “Shut your mouth, Bodecker. Otherwise, I won't hold Ransom back next time." Steve spat. "Ari, spread her other leg over your lap. Mike, have a taste.“

You heard Mike stand up and round the desk. Rough hands cupped your face, making you look up even though you couldn't see. “Behave yourself, doll, and don't come until I say so."

He waited for your nod before he kissed you hard. Tongue invading your mouth possessively. Your body arched as he gave your nipples a firm twist before pulling away.

There was a brief moment of pause before Mike's lips found yours. He continued kissing his way down until he was kneeling between your knees.

Your hips lifted as his mouth closed over your cunt. He began to eat you out like you were his favorite meal. Ari's lips found your right nipple, sucking and biting at it.

Curtis, in turn, sucked on your ear lobe before kissing along the curve of your neck. His facial hair scratched against the soft skin. Your whole body was alit with pleasure. You couldn't concentrate on anything, the dull, roaring your ear, sealing you into your own little world. The only thing you fought to remember was not to come. You couldn't come. You mustn't come.

But it was almost impossible the way Mike was ravishing you. The coil was beginning to unravel. Your thighs trembled as they tried to close around Mike's head but Curtis and Ari both had a tight grip on them.

You bit down on your bottom lip, fighting the blooming warmth in your abdomen. “That's enough, Mike,” Steve commanded and you groaned at the loss of his tongue. Your impending orgasm faded into nothing.

Steve lifted you off the desk, untying your hands before guiding you somewhere. Another pair of hands grabbed your waist, and you were pulled forward, gripping onto firm shoulders, from the soft wool beneath your hands, it was clear that you were on Ransom's lap.

His cock was out, pressed against your swollen clit. You ground your hips down, and Ransom snarled "Don't you dare kitten. Can't act like a greedy whore and then try to suck up to me with that pretty pussy.”

"Ransom,” you whined, “I'm sorry." He chuckled humorlessly and kissed your pouty lips. He lifted you up and guided you down onto his length. Your eyes rolled back, savoring the way he stretched you out, the ridges and veins stroking your warm walls. “Don't move, baby, otherwise, Ari's gonna hurt going in.”

You let out a gargled groan, knowing that Ari was going to hurt no matter what. He was one of the biggest out of your boyfriends, him and Ransom. Steve knew that the two of them were a combination that wasn't one you usually took on. He truly was mad.

Ransom hissed as you clenched around him in anticipation for Ari. You rested your head on his shoulder, waiting patiently. Cool liquid hit your backside and Ransom spread your cheeks, allowing it to glide down to your puckered hole. A thumb rubbed it over the skin, moistening it.

"So pretty," Steve mused.

"All spread out like that. Fuck," Mike growled.

“You know what would make her even prettier?" Curtis chimed in. The other two hummed, "If we painted her back with our cum."

Lee groaned, having surprisingly been quiet to that point. "I think Bodecker likes the idea, Curtis,” Mike said smugly.

“Sorry, man. She's ours.” Steve chuckled.

“Enjoy the show though. She's about to be ruined. “ Curtis gloated. You heard him come closer before he kneeled on the couch beside you.

You felt Ari step behind you. His cock glided between your cheeks, nudging your hole with every pass, not pushing in yet. "You gonna be a good girl for me?"

“Yes, Ari,'' you responded, pushing your hips back. "Kitten," Ransom warned. You muttered an apology, waiting for Ari to push in.

Ari spanked your left cheek, then the right. The sting distracted you from the burn of him pushing in. You felt impossibly full, biting your lip hard until he fully seated himself. Neither man moved for a moment, and you were bursting with a need for more. A hand rested on your lower back.

“Relax, doll. Remember no cumming till I say."

“I promise, Steve. I'll be good." You panted. He kissed your temple. Ari pulled out and pushed back in, Ransom pulling out as he did. The two men found a rhythm that had you holding onto the back of the couch tightly. Waves of pleasures washed over you and you moaned loudly with each punch of their hips.

They used you as their personal toy and you loved it. Nothing made you happier. Ransom grunted in your ear, fingers digging into your waist. Ari had a firm hold on the flesh of your ass, smacking it occasionally before grabbing a handful again. You heard Curtis moans with some slurping noises. Mike was sucking him off. That image made a wave of fresh arousal seeped out of you.

From the way the two men were speeding up, you could tell they were both close. You began to rock your hips, trying to help them along.

Steve's hot hand on your back was the only thing keeping you from not forgetting that you couldn't come. No matter how much you needed to. The pressure was building again but you kept your body tightly wound up, thinking of literally anything else.

Ransom came first, his body tensing up with a shout. Ropes of cum filled you up. Before you even had an idea what was going on, Ari's hands hooked beneath your thighs, lifting you off of Ransom and straight onto Steve. You let out a choked moan, nails digging into his thick pecs.

“Fuck, doll. You feel so good,” Steve rolled his hips up. Somehow he and Ari were in better sync. You knew you weren't going to last long and you just hoped Steve was feeling merciful. "I know you’re my good girl. My pretty doll. Think you deserve to cum?"

"Mhmm, yes Steve. Anything for you. Just please let me cum," Steve kissed you, softly.

“Okay baby," he whispered, “you're gonna cum when I cum, deal?"

You nodded, quickly, grabbing his shoulders and the three of you began to move in quick fluid motions. Ari's body pressing against your back, trapping you against Steve's hard chest.

Now that the weight was lifted off your shoulders, you allowed yourself to melt into them. The fuzziness in your brain intensified with each stroke of their cocks. You swore you could see stars.

Everything was becoming too much, you couldn't think straight. There was nothing you loved more than being used like this. "Fuck, Steve. Feels so good."

"Yeah, angel? You still like us more than Lee?” Ari growled in your ear. You clenched hard, whimpering, not sure if it was Lee's effect or how good it felt to be stuffed full.

"I don't know, Ari. Seems like she's still affected by Bodecker."

“No, no, no," you chanted, afraid that Steve was going to get mad again, “I want you. Just you guys.”

Steve gave you another kiss, silencing you instantly. “Don't worry, doll you're ours."

"And you're going to be reminded of that fact all night long," Ransom said, stroking your cheek. Your body tightened with need. "Would you like that baby?"

His question made you whimper needily and you moaned his name. Ransom chuckled, loving that he could pull that reaction from you without even being inside you.

Steve's thumb found your clit, making it hard to focus again so you simply nodded, burying your head into his neck. Ari's hands tightened on your ass and it wasn't long before he came with a roar. He was always the most vocal of all your lovers.

Steve guided your face up to his and kissed you. The two of you were ensnared in a deep kiss, as the two of you tumbled over the edge. You came so hard, your vision went white. Steve's lips were the only thing keeping you grounded.

You barely registered the hot cum painting your back or the way Ari filled up your ass. Steve’s hips continued to fuck up into you, combining his cum with Ransom's. You slumped forward, body so worn out. This wasn't over, you had a long night ahead of you but you knew that Steve had proven his point. His hand rubbed your back comfortingly, especially when you whined from Ari pulling out.

"Did so good, doll. My sweet girl," Steve praised, “Curtis, escort Lee out, We have to get home."

“Alright Bodecker, up. Round two awaits us at home and it's a private showing.”

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andydrysdalerogers · 11 months

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Sliding Into Home - A Frank Adler AU

Pairing: MLB!Frank Adler x Abigail Hernandez (OFC)

Synopsis:

After a trade from Boston to Los Angeles, first baseman Frank Adler would seem to have it all. Money, women, an amazing niece, yes Frank should have it all. Except for one thing. One thing that left after a mistake five years ago. Los Angeles should be the chance to start over. Except she is supposed to be in Boston. Not his new medical director.

* A Frank Adler AU x Major League Baseball Story**

Warning: ANGST (i can't stress this enough), second chances, cheating, eventual smut, slow burn, drug use, abandonment issues, betrayal, domestic violence (i may have missed some), flashbacks

AN: This is my new series I'm starting next week! I hope you all will like this one. Tagging my usual tag list but please let me know if you would like to be added or removed!

Taglist: @patzammit @firephotogrl74 @texmexdarling @slutforchrisjamalevans @jennmurawski13-writes @tinkerbelle67 @before-we-get-started @bunnyforhim

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Frank was looking at a Los Angeles icon, Dodger Stadium. It was his new home, his new team and hopefully his new life. He asked a security guard where to go and was met at the door by an assistant. She was a shameless flirt, commenting on Frank’s forearms and his tattoos, cooing about how good of a player he is. There was zero chance of Frank being interested. His Friday Night adventures were reserved for road trips only. His one-night stands worked out just fine, in his opinion.

As he was guided into the conference room, Frank was met with the president of operations, Nick Stanton. “Mr. Stanton.”

“Frank! Good to see you again.” He shakes hands with Frank. “We’re waiting for everyone so can I offer you a drink?” He gestures to Frank to sit at the table.

“Just a cola, thanks.” Frank took the seat next to the head of the table.

“How was the move?”

“Smoother than I thought it would be. Mary, my niece, threw a couple of tantrums but between me and my nanny, we managed to get her here.”

“Nanny?”

“Oh yeah, Scott, he’s great. He was willing to move with us, which is great since Mary seems to only listen to him.” Frank chuckles. “Who would listen to your uncle/pseudo father?”

“I remember that story,” Nick replies. “You are brave to take on a baby right after bring drafted.”

Frank shrugged. “Its not that big of a deal. You would do anything for family, especially Mary.”

More voices float towards the conference room and Frank stands as he sees his agent and lawyer walk in and shake his hand. Then the general manager for the Dodgers comes in, making small talk with Frank.

“Ok, I think we are just missing the team doctor and our legal team,” Nick tells everyone. “Its not Natasha, she’s busy with another client. She’s sending in their new associate.”

Frank just nods as the GM goes over the training schedule and when he would meet the team. The conference room door opens and Frank turns to see and his stomach drops. He feels himself become clammy and pale. Because this shouldn’t be happening.

Fuck.

He looks at the brunette that walked in.

she’s definitely not supposed to be here.

What the FUCK!

Abby Hernandez, his ex-girlfriend, love of his life, walked into the room.

It Doesn't Stay In Vegas

The Future is West

Are You Sure We Aren’t Going Crazy

You Were Enough; You Are Everything

Fastballs and Fiancés

You Left Me

Take Your Niece to Work Day

Don't You Know How to Spell Assume?

Wanna Feel Safe Again

Maybe I should Have Ducked?

When It All Falls Apart

WTF Just Happened!

D N A: Diane Nicole Adler

Not Just a Pretty Face

It's A Ruff Life

Status: All Star

Since When is Ice Cream Evil

On the Hunt for Mike Weiss

The Next Adventure

A Bump in the Road

Unexpected Surprises

For Reasons Unknown...

Evidence, Emotions, Whatever

Trial By Fire

The One With the World Series

Oh Captain! My Captain!

Finale

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ellerosie2332 · 2 years

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Thank you for 300 followers. I love all you guys ❤️❤️

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myfanficlibraries · 1 year

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Multiple Characters

Series

1) Attic Wives Anonymous by @foxgloveprincess Characters: Andy Barber, Ari Levinson, Jake Jensen, Lloyd Hansen, Ransom Drysdale, Robert Pronge Dark Ongoing

2) Brat Taming by @imaginedreamwrite A/B/O Dynamics Characters: Ari Levinson, Jake Jensen, Ransom Drysdale, Steve Rogers Ongoing

3) Conclave by @late-to-the-party-81 Apocalypse AU Characters: Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers Soft Dark

4) Fantasy Hotel by @deandoesthingstome Characters: August Walker, Captain Syverson, Geralt of Rivia, Hellraiser!Mike, Walter Marshall Ongoing Smut

4) More Hearts Than Mine by @imaginedreamwrite Characters: Ari Levinson, Jake Jensen, Skinny!Steve Rogers College AU Ongoing

5) Mrs. Claus Show by @imyourbratzdoll WARNING: Dangerous levels of delightful silliness! Also a good amount of smut. Characters: Ari Levinson, Bucky, Curtis Everett, Frank Adler, Jake Jensen, Lee Bodecker, Lloyd Hansen, Ransom Drysdale, Steve Rogers Ongoing

6) Ruby Garden by @biteofcherry BDSM Characters: Andy Barber, Ari Levinson, Bucky Barnes, Curtis Everett, Lloyd Hansen, Nick Fowler, Steve Rogers Ongoing

7) The Assistant by @holylulusworld Characters: Andy Barber, Ari Levinson, Curtis Everett, Jake Jensen, Lloyd Hansen, Mike Weiss, Steve Rogers Ongoing Plus Size Reader

8) The Club AU by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor Characters: Bucky Barnes, Curtis Everett, Lee Bodecker, Loki, Thor �� Dark Ongoing

9) The Sun, the Moon, and the Stars by @crazyunsexycool A/B/O Dynamics Characters: Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers Ongoing

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hencvl · 1 year

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“𝕾𝖎𝖓 𝖎𝖘 𝕬 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝕳𝖎𝖒.”

Writing for fun. I sincerely apologize for any mistakes that i made, english is not my first language.

Some stories may contain dark themes and smut, mdni.

All works are credited to me, i don't give any permission to post my works on other platforms such as Wattpad, Ao3 etc.

Some errors may occur to tumblr links

Open for talks, drabbles.

Request open!

Henry Cavill & Co.

Clark Kent | Superman : Man of Steel (DC)

August Walker | Mission Impossible : Fallout

Napoleon Solo | The Man From U.N.C.L.E

Sherlock Holmes | Enola Holmes

Geralt of Rivia | The Witcher

Logan Syverson | Sand Castle

Walter Marshall | Night Hunter

Mike | Hellworld : Hellraiser

Chris Evans & Co.

Llyoid Hansen | The Gray Man

Andy Barber | Defending Jacob

Ari Levinson | Red Sea Diving Resort

Steve Rogers | Captain America (Marvel)

Mike Weiss | Puncture

Johnny Storm | Fantastic 4

Curtis Everett | Snowpiecer

Ransom Drysdale | Knives Out

Benedict Cumberbatch & Co.

Stephen Strange | Doctor Strange (Marvel)

Sherlock Holmes | BBC Sherlock

Others.

Playlist | Library

#masterlist #henry cavill #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill x reader #ari levinson fanfiction #ari levinson x female reader #lyoid hansen #dark steve rogers #chris evans characters #lyoid hansen smut #dark steve rogers x reader #lyoid hansen x reader #steve rogers imagine #lyoid hansen x you #hencvlmasterlist

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holylulusworld · 2 years

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Our family (10) - Epilogue

Summary: Four years later.

Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Characters: Ari Levinson, Andy Barber, Mike Weiss, Jake Jensen, OC James Bucky Barnes jr.

Warnings: language, fluff, romance, accidentally boner (or not so accidentally), there is a tiny hint of making out, implied smut, cocky Bucky, also needy Bucky, breeding kink, daddy!Bucky, pregnant reader

A/N: It’s here, the end. 🥺 Maybe we will see at least my favorite team of Chris Evans’s characters again. Who knows? Maybe someone else even joins them too…and, I love to write snippets...

<< Part 9

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Four years later, …

“You bitch! Do you always have to make my life living hell?” you chuckle as Bucky is on the edge of his seat, engrossed in watching another episode of his favorite show. He pumps up the volume, humming as his favorite character gets mad at something his nemesis did.

“I bet he wants her to jump his bones,” your husband jumps a little. “That’s a classic case of enemies to lovers, and idiots in love, baby.”

“Don’t spoil!” he grumbles. “I didn’t have the chance to watch the latest episode. I hate going on a business trip for so long.” You sit next to your husband to pat his thigh. “At least I got the next two weeks off. Are you ready to dirty things with me, Mrs. Barnes?”

“Mr. Barnes,” you purr, hand already creeping toward his crotch, “your wife has missed you so much.” He smirks when you clumsily straddle his lap to wrap your arms around his neck. “How about you forget about your show and we go to the bedroom to do dirty things, Sir.”

“Sir it is now?” Bucky claims your lips in a soft kiss, moaning as you slide your tongue over his lower lip. “Dirty girl wants me to put another baby in her.”

“Babe, I hate to break it for you, but—” he growls as you start to grind into him, “you can’t get me pregnant while I’m pregnant.”

“No, don’t ruin my fantasy,” his eyes drop to your middle, and he sighs deeply. It’s not enough to Bucky that you are already five months pregnant. No. He imagines having more kids run around the house. “How’s Bucky jr. doing?”

“You mean James Bucky Barnes jr.? Oh,” you lean closer to whisper in his ear. “He was a good boy, baby. Let me call him for you.”

“What! No! Let’s make out first. I want my dirty girl to rock my di—” Bucky bites his tongue as your son runs into the living room, calling for his father.

“Mommy! Daddy is back,” reluctantly leaving Bucky’s lap you smirk as he puts a pillow on his erection. “DADDY! Did mommy tell you that I painted a new picture for you? Do you want to see it? How was your trip? Did you miss me? Did you get me something?”

“Baby boy, slow down. Daddy just came home,” you coo as your son crawls onto the sofa to sit next to his father. He mirrors Bucky’s smirk as he looks at the tv.

“What are we watching daddy? Can we watch Frozen again?” your son grins at his father, already planning to occupy most of his free time. “Mommy, will you make us popcorn? Please.”

“Sure thing, honey,” pecking your son’s temple you smile against him. “We can watch whatever you want and eat popcorn. But remember your bedtime, young man.”

“Daddy, did you miss mommy and me?”

“I’ll always miss your mommy and you, bud,” Bucky runs his hand over your son’s head. “You are the most important people in my life.”

“What about little bean in mommy’s belly? Did you miss her too? I bet you forgot about my little sister,” pointing at your belly your son furrows his brows. He sniffles, hoping his father did not forget about the baby girl in your tummy.

“I love the little bean too,” your husband chuckles at Bucky jr.’s serious expression. Your son kneels on the couch to look his father straight in the eyes. “But we should stop calling your sister bean. We found a cute name for her.”

“You did?” your son clasps one hand over his mouth, eyes wide and wet. “How’d you name her, daddy? Elsa, Anna, or Woody?”

“We gave her the second-best name,” your son crosses his arms over his chest, pouting as you whisper the name you and Bucky chose in his ear. “Daisy Eliza Barnes, baby boy.”

“That’s a lame name,” he grumbles for a moment. Bucky jr. frowns, hums to himself before he flashes his father a smile. “Can we name the next baby Optimus Prime? You know, like the transformer in my show.” Your son excitedly tugs at his father’s wrist. “Right, you will give mommy another baby and I can name them.”

“NO!” the grin on Bucky’s face tells you he’s up to no good. “We will have this one first, Bucky. There will be no more babies for a long time.”

“Doll,” your husband clears his throat, “your son wants another sibling. We cannot deny him another brother or sister, Y/N. I’ll consider giving you another baby as soon as this one pops out.”

“YAY!” your son starts to jump up and down on the couch, ignoring that you protest loudly. “Mommy will have another baby and I can name them.”

“He looks so peaceful when asleep,” you watch your husband cover your son with a blanket. He kisses his forehead, whispering goodnight as your son slowly drifts into sleep. “He has missed you so much, Bucky.”

“I know,” Bucky sighs deeply. He hates to leave you for longer than a few days. “I talked to Steve and Sam. They will go on the next business trip for me. As long as little Daisy didn’t pop out, I’ll stick around and won’t leave for longer than a day.”

“Baby, are you sure? I don’t want to keep you from doing—” Bucky is by your side before you can end your sentence. He kisses your hard, making sure you know that your little family is all he cares about at this very moment.” “Okay, I won’t let you ever go again, Mr. Barnes.”

“Mrs. Barners,” he moans into your mouth. His hands move to your ass to grope your cheeks, “I’d like to dirty things to you now. Little Bucky has missed you dearly…”

“Fuck, Bucky,” you lie on your back, fighting to catch your breath. “What has gotten into you? I can’t feel my legs.”

He laughs loudly. “I just missed you, doll. What can a man do when he’s away for two weeks. I had to jerk off in the showers, imagining your perfect cunt. I needed this…you…feeling you…”

“Same.”

“I got a call last week…from Andy. My mother tried to contact me again,” slowly rolling to your side you place your hand on his chest. Bucky covers your hand with his hand, squeezing it tightly. “He made sure she’ll never do it again.”

“She still doesn’t get that no one wants to have anything to do with her. Sheesh, I’m glad she’s still in jail,” closing your eyes you try not to think about Winnifred Barnes.

Over the last years, you tried your hardest to never think about the woman almost ruining your relationship. No one ever mentioned her since that day in the courtroom.

“Andy will keep her in line,” Bucky stares at the ceiling, sighing “Shit, I hate that she still has this power over me. Anytime I think she’s long forgotten, Winnifred Barnes manages to force her way into my life again.”

“She’s out of our life, baby,” you cup his cheek, gently stroking his skin. “Your mother doesn’t influence our life, Bucky. We won’t allow her to ruin our happiness.”

“You’re right,” he sits up to look down at you. Bucky smiles softly as his eyes land on your exposed swollen belly. “I love you, doll. You and our little family.”

“I love you too, and the family you gave me, baby,” he’s on you again, covering your body with his to kiss you softly. “Hello, Mr. Barnes.” You run your fingers through his hair.

“Hi, pretty doll. Can I kiss you again?”

“Always and forever…”

The End…

* Bonus scene 👇

* Bonus Scene, right after Winnifred went to jail, …

“Case closed. We are damn good,” Ari props his feet onto the desk, smirking as Andy makes a face. “What’s next, Mr. Barber? Now that Winnifred Barnes is in jail I’ve got some spare time.”

“Yeah, what’s next?” Mike mimics the private investigator’s deep voice. “Give us a hint. We can barely wait…it’s so exciting…”

“Give us the dirt,” Jensen looks up from his phone, smirking as Andy rolls his eyes. “Don’t leave us hanging for too long.”

“I found another case,” Andy finally speaks up. He points at a manila folder on his desk, looking at Ari. “I promised to help you with your problem, and I will now that Y/N and Bucky are safe. If you want to help that girl, I’m game.”

“Same,” getting up from his chair Mike snatches the manila folder from Andy’s desk. He opens the folder, whistling. “So, this is the girl you are yearning for Levinson? Nice.”

“She’s not some girl,” Ari’s jaw ticks as he glares at Mike. “I told Andy about her problems. She needs…me…I mean us.” Ari stammers. “I was a friend of her brother once upon a time. In another life.”

“Aw, look at him,” Jake snickers as Ari tries to keep his cool. “Ari Levinson is finally in love. And with a troublemaker out of all the girls lusting over him.”

“Just shut it, Jensen. She’s not a troublemaker but in trouble. If you don’t want to help me, it’s fine,” Ari looks at the manila folder in Mike’s hands. “Her father will…”

“We won’t let him,” Andy gets up from his chair, nodding at Ari. “It’s time to call in a few favors…”

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abbatoirablaze · 2 years

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Red Light Baby Master List

This series is complete! ✔️

This series will not have warnings at the beginning of each chapter. This is your warning. The series will have themes of prostitution, include smut, unplanned pregnancy. This is part of the School Days AU.

He’s not like any client she’s ever had before. Kitten, barely legal and a human, had decided a few when she became a woman of the night that she wouldn’t take any shifter clients, despite working so close to the mostly shifter school.

But when she saw alpha dragon, Mike Weiss being taken out and wined and dined by recruiters since he was such an amazing basketball player, she instantly fell…and fell hard for him. And while he knew that she was his mate at first glance, he immediately put it into the back of his mind, knowing that she was a prostitute, and he was ‘just a job.’

But three years later and he’s starting his sophomore year, and she still comes by every time he so much as texts her. His brothers all know that the two are young idiots in love, but no one pushes it. Not until she shows up at his door with a sonogram and while he thinks she’s just being nice and telling him more about her life, it’s Steve, Tony, and Ari who inform him that “she’s telling you because it’s yours-Fucking idiot!” (Tony’s words).

Chapters

Recruited

Pledge Week

Phi Sigma Alpha

Late Night Booty Call

Grow A Spine

Move In Day

Breakthrough

The Importance Of Condoms

M.I.A

The Secret Sigma

A Different Breed

Sickness And Withdrawals

House Mom

Hatchlings

#school days au #school days #a/b/o fic #a/b/o au #a/b/o #alpha mike weiss #mike weiss #weredragon #fraternity #frat boys #puncture

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scuddisher · 1 year

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꒷꒦꒷ WORKS IN PROGRESS ꒷꒦꒷

lmao these wips are so old so please don’t hold me to them. all content here may or not be 18+, so please keep an eye on the descriptions once they are posted. asks about these wips in my inbox won’t make me mad btw

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BENICIO DEL TORO

THE CLINK. Finding yourself in jail, detective Jack Rafferty is the only one with the power to release you for your petty crime—but only if you do him a favor first. RATING — MATURE & EXPLICIT PAIRING — jack rafferty x gender-neutral! reader GENRE(S) — drabble, smut STATUS — ...

CHRIS EVANS

HEAVEN’S ON FIRE. In the midst of getting clean, Mike Weiss finds the number to a sex therapist hotline, becoming quickly enthralled by your voice and the new high that can keep him clean for good—sex with you. RATING — MATURE & EXPLICIT PAIRING — mike weiss x gender-neutral! reader GENRE(S) — fic, romance, angst, smut STATUS — ...

CILLIAN MURPHY

THE COUNT DOWN. An influx of time had become available to all of those in the low income living spaces, and you were finally given the chance to go after the one person who had taken more time and love from you than any other: the timekeeper, Raymond Leon. RATING — MATURE & EXPLICIT PAIRING — raymond leon x gender-neutral! reader GENRE(S) — fic, exes! au, romance, angst, smut STATUS — ...

NORMAN REEDUS

SLEEPING WITH THE ENEMY. As an aggressive killer takes over the already violent city of your hometown, you are partnered with senior homicide detective Norman Riley to begin retrieving answers. But as time passes and danger lies around every corner, you begin questioning who the true crime-makers are—the killers on the streets, or the cops who cover them up—even if it places your partner in the line of fire and chances everything you have with him. RATING — MATURE & EXPLICIT PAIRING — norman riley x gender-neutral! reader GENRE(S) — fic, partners in crime! au, crime, romance, angst, smut STATUS — ...

ULTIMATUMS. Constantly attracted to the unloved, your fleeting affair with a ranch-owner on vacation named Diego begins to finally slip away into nothing as he is positioned with moving back home or staying by your side. RATING — MATURE & EXPLICIT PAIRING — diego x gender-neutral! reader GENRE(S) — fic, romance, angst, smut STATUS — ...

PEDRO PASCAL

FULL THROTTLE. Your job was to reassure the organization that Whiskey wasn't a threat, to make sure his head was in the right place. It wasn't entirely your fault that his head had fallen elsewhere, or that he had become just as fixated on you as you were on him. RATING — MATURE & EXPLICIT PAIRING — whiskey x gender-neutral! reader GENRE(S) — mini-series?, romance, angst, smut STATUS — ...

WHAT WILL YOU DO FOR ME? He was simply a figment of your imagination, a voice in your ears as he aligned every thread of your life to lead right to him. But as Dio’s interest in you turns into obsession, he begins realizing he needs you more than you need him. RATING — MATURE & EXPLICIT PAIRING — dio x gender-neutral! reader GENRE(S) — fic, psychological thriller, romance, smut STATUS — ...

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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years

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Unfaithful, Part 1

Summary: married to Mike Weiss, but once a week you have lunch with Andy Barber, until it’s not enough

Pairings: Mike Weiss X Reader, Andy Barber X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: dark, explicit language, mentions of drug use (needles), cheating, explicit sexual content, smut, bondage, unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampie, kidnapping, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.5K

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You rub the back of your neck, taking a deep breath, and count to five before releasing it. Repeating this process over and over again. Thinking about last night, and just the draining life that you live. This isn’t how you thought it was going to be.

You never envisioned yourself where you are now.

Twisting you rings around your finger with your thumb, you start to take them off, before pausing, remembering happier and less complicated times.

You loved him, but that was the problem. The love had grown stale. It didn’t grow with your marriage, and therefore, you were drifting apart. If it wasn’t for the constant arguing, vile accusations, or those tell tell marks on his skin, it would be different.

Your husband had changed. The world he lived in had tainted his vision of your life. Spending more money than needed. Racking up bills because most his money went to his nasty habit. Refusing to even have sex with him, because you didn’t trust him.

He tried to reassure you that there were no other girls, and he wasn’t the common junkie. He didn’t share needles and they were always new. But too many nights left you in the bed alone. Days would pass before he would walk through the front door.

Bags under his eyes, blotchy skin, a constant sniffling, and you just said nothing. Refusing to start an argument because you were a shell of who you once were. Except for those weekly meetings. They were what kept you moving.

Mike looks at the calendar, noting the day before turns and jeers at you, “You got nothing to say because you’re going to meet with your precious Andy. The same Andy that couldn’t make the time of day for you that I did. You do know he’s married, too?”

You slam the fridge close, and start to walk out the door, but he catches your wrist. “You keep our secrets. You are my wife. Go have your fun. Fuck a married man, but you won’t fuck your husband.”

“I have never once cheated on you, Mike. You’re the one that is gone for days, and our cards are charged with cheap motels. What whore you got sleeping in the bed with you this week?”

“Well if my wife would lay down and take it the way a wife is supposed to,” you scowl at him, prying his fingers off of you. “Remind me to ask Andy how my wife’s pussy tastes when we’re in court tomorrow.”

“You’re disgusting,” you spit at him. Turning on your heels, you go to leave. Not caring to hear another word.

Placing your chin in your in your hand, you stare blankly at the door. Not really focusing on anything, just trying to forget the morning.

Andy walks into the cafe, his eyes scanning the area until he spots you. Nearly jogging over to you, before he pulls you up into a tight hug. You have never felt as loved or as safe as when you’re in his arms. And that terrifies you. Mike once made you feel that way. Now you hate the days he comes home.

Andy pulls you body back, and gives a regretful smile, “What did he do this time?” he asks, leading you both back to the table.

“I believe it was a ten days away. It keeps getting longer,” you drift your eyes to the table, and his hand moves to cover yours. You don’t have to tell him there’s more he just knows. “He accused me of having an affair.”

“Seriously?” Andy chuckles, shaking his head. “With who?” you lift your eyes to look at him, before sliding your own hand out from under his. “Oh…well…” he begins, reaching for your hand again.

Andy ever the careful one with his words, licks his lips slowly. His thumb starts making circles on the back of your hand, and even your own breathing picks up. “I wouldn’t say there’s nothing.”

“You’re very funny, Andy.”

“It’s just, every week. Every damn Thursday we meet, we talk, and we get very personal with our conversations,” he gives you a wicked grin and you roll your eyes.

“Admit it,” you shake your head no. “No? Have you never heard of an emotional affair? And we’ve got history.”

“Yep, you wanted to focus on your school and dumped me, then married Laurie two years later,” you cock up an eyebrow noticing how Andy never responds.

His fingers slowly trace the outline of his beard, and you clench your thighs together; remembering the times he would do that raising up from between your legs.

“I deserve that. It was the worst mistake of my life. By that time you and Mike were married, and I didn’t want to be alone,” he stifles out a laugh, his hand going to yours, and you had yet to quit playing with your rings.

Andy takes a quick gulp, removing his wedding band, and looks up at you, “Lets give them a reason to think we’re having an affair.”

“You’re crazy,” you reach to grab your purse. Andy was truly your love, but this…it can’t happen. It shouldn’t happen.

“No, no I’m not. Laurie thinks I’m cheating on her, too. Threatened a divorce last night, if I came here today. If I’m being accused of a sexual affair, I’d at least like to have sex. Wouldn’t you? Mike already assumes that we fuck every week. Makes snide comments while in court. Disrespecting you every time we’re alone, and I’m tired of it, Peanut. You deserve better. We…we deserve better, and you’ve always been my one. That’s why I can’t let you go. I won’t.”

“I always hate when you call me that.”

“You didn’t say no,” his dark blue eyes roll up to meet your own. Whispering your name, he goes to remove your rings, and you don’t argue. He slips them into his pocket, and watches you expectantly. “Where?”

“There’s a hotel down the road.”

“They’ll start asking about the charges.”

“I’ll do what Mike does, and deny it,” standing up, you hold out your hand for Andy to take, and he grips it firmly. Following you to the car. You don’t even feel guilty. This feels right.

Sitting at breakfast, alone again for the fourth day in a row. Your rings had been sitting on Mike’s bedside table for all of those days. You were tired. Tired of pretending to live this perfect life, when your husband couldn’t bother to come home.

When you go to clean up, a knock on the door, leads you to pause in confusion. No one ever comes here, everyone is tired of Mike’s shenanigans. Walking to the door, you stand their mouth agape, and tears already forming in your eyes.

Andy lifts up his left hand, showing you only a faint tan line, “I can’t do it. I filed yesterday. This past month has been everything I’ve always wanted, because it’s with you.”

“You have a case in two hours,” both Andy and Mike had told you such.

“Give me one,” he hums already walking through the door, slamming it shut he locks it behind you. His hand smooths down your side before you wrap your own around his neck.

Animalistic in your need to have him, your hands already pull off his jacket. Carefully trying to undo every button, as Andy backs you towards you bedroom. “Andy, no,” you pull back looking at him.

“When was the last time he slept in it?”

“Months ago,” he picks you up, slamming your body on the bed, before he’s ripping off your dress. His hands begin to knead your breasts, before he harshly removes your bra. Getting to your panties, Andy leisurely removes them, placing the drenched lace in his pocket. “Andy, you’re playing with fire.”

“I’m playing with what’s mine,” he groans, undoing his belt, he jerks it out, and quickly uses it to tie up your hands. “Should leave you like this, for Mike to find,” scowling at him, he chuckles. “Better not, he stays gone so long you might die of starvation before he returns.”

“Andy, shut up!” your legs go to spread, and he watches your drenched cunt leak out on the duvet, and moans. “You gonna leave me hanging?”

“Never,” finally removing his pants, he crawls over your body, and it’s almost cruel that you can’t run your fingers through his hair. Can’t bring those succulent lips closer to yours. And can’t even pull his hips closer to your weeping cunt.

Andy runs his tip through your glistening folds, almost laughing at how much every part of your body is begging for him. You look over to the clock, but he doesn’t stop. “Andy, please, baby, I need you.”

“Getting greedy, huh? Every fucking day for over a month. You need it so bad don’t you?” you anxiously nod your head, and he pushes the tip through your entrance. You moan at the severe stretch, but then grunt when he doesn’t push through.

“You have become my needy little girl haven’t you?” with a single whispered yes, he pushes through an inch more. “You never stopped did you?”

“No.”

“Say it,” he almost screams, needing a vocal confirmation. “Tell me.”

“I love you.”

He pushes in a bit more, “Do you regret what we’re doing?”

“No.”

“I love you, too,” his voice thick and hungry as he slides his remaining length all the way through. Bottoming out, and your back arches, wrapping your legs around him, you hold him there. “What do you want?”

“You. It’s always been you. That’s why…I couldn’t let you go,” your voice soft, but sure.

His mouth crashes into yours with as much fervor as his hips as he thrusts into you harshly. Pulling in and out of your squelching heat. Both of your mouths swallowing the other’s sweet sounds, and you have never felt better.

Your skin heats up and becomes raw from his beard, but you don’t care. The only thing you care about is Andy. Every inch of his skin on you. Every bit of him stretching you out deliciously. His pounding pace hurting so good, as your juices soak the bed. Giving him his sick need for a job well done.

No one has ever done it better than Andy. No one has ever made you sob out their name like he does. And no one has ever made you feel so raw and loved. He was perfect. And he was yours.

Andy pushes into you with such force, your body becomes limp. Pliant to the man, and you blink away stars that cover his beautiful sculpted body. Your body aching for the need to fill you up.

Your walls start to flutter around him, and he only drives into you faster. Jack hammering into you like it was his job, and Andy always takes his job seriously.

Your legs clench around his waist, much like your cunt clenches around his girthy length. Breathily whispering his name like a prayer. With a few more staccatoed stabs into your abused hole, the two of you cum together, and Andy collapses on top of you.

His hands reach behind you as he undoes his belt, and your arms fall on his back. Running your hands up and down his freckled and sticky skin. “I’ll keep doing this until it sticks. I’ve filed for your divorce along mine. Laurie signed a prenup, but you want nothing from him.”

“There’s nothing to have.”

“Good. You’re mine. And I won’t have him touching what belongs to me.”

Andy smirks at Mike as he walks out of his office. Starting to head to the courtroom, but Mike let’s out a grumbled, “How did she feel this morning?”

“Excuse me?” Andy asks turning back around to glare at Mike.

He holds up the divorce papers he was served, shoving it into Andy’s chest, “I knew it was only a matter of time before you tainted her view on me.”

Swiftly Andy jerks up Mike’s shirt revealing the track marks, “I think you did that all on your own.”

“I wasn’t like this before her. She’s been cheating on me for years. She can’t stay away from you. Home wrecker. How. Did. She. Feel?” Mike flips around his phone, revealing the compromising position you and Andy were in this morning. “Trying to knock my wife up, Barber? Just wait until I get home, I’ll fucking have my wife.”

Andy grabs Mike’s shirt by the collar, shoving him up against the wall. Pulling him forward, he slams him back, but Mike only laughs manically. “You won’t see her again.”

“Won’t I?”

After waking up in a stupor with Mike sinisterly smiling over you, he points out the hidden camera. Yours and Andy’s love making on display on the television. “I thought you said you didn’t fuck him. Should have known you little slut. I love you, and I have a little surprise for you.”

You gulp as Mike all but drags you down the stairs to the basement. Time feeling off as it moves quickly but also painfully slow. He shoves you on the floor, slamming a new door closed. Looking up, you see his beautiful face bloody and bruised. His arms bound behind him, and a gag over his mouth, but that doesn’t stop Andy from mumbling expletives at Mike.

“You wanted him. There he is. You’re not going anywhere, and neither will he. I brought you, you’re own little plaything, honey,” you turn to look at him with your tear streaked face and shake your head.

“I thought you’d be happy. You have everything you ever wanted. That is if my junkie ass doesn’t stay gone too long,” he sneers at you, and presses his hand over your stomach.

“He wanted it to take, did it?”

“Mike, let him go. I’ll do whatever you want. Just please, let him go.”

“Aw, Honey, it’s not that easy. Oop,” he gleefully screeches out when your phone rings. “Looks like Laurie is calling you. Should I tell her I caught you two? Tell her what a fucking whore you are? Have fun playing house, while I play the distraught husband because my wife ran off and left me with her best friend. Laurie knows. She’s already told me her suspicions. That’s the only reason that I started asking. Laurie knew first.”

He walks to the door, slamming it shut, and you hear a thick lock go into place.

Rushing over to Andy, you jerk down his gag, and move to his hands. Once free, you cling to each other. His mouth kissing all over your head.

“I’m so sorry Peanut. He knew, he-he…”

“I saw it. Andy what’re we gonna do?”

“I don’t know.”

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misguidedasgardian · 2 years

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Mine to keep

Pairing: Mike Weiss x SexWorker!Reader

Summary: Your crushing student debt and the fact that you were completely alone forced you into selling the last thing you had… Your body. And to the first “client” your pimp sold you to might not be much inclined to follow the rules and neither were you.

Warnings: Sex work!, cursing, smut, dirty talk, use of drugs, angst, mentios of drugaddiction, Mike Wiss discovers he has a inocence kink, size kink (our boy is BIG), oral sex (m receiving, cum eating), talk about money in exchange for sex, petnames, might miss some warnings… This is… porn, pure PURE porn hahaha

I must say reader is very new at this... sex working thing haha

Wordcount: 3 k

MINORS DNI +18

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This is for the amazing @geminixevans-stan ´s Aphrodite’s Manor challenge!

Here you were… on the first “date” with your first client… Oh c’mon who were you trying to fool? Your crushing student debt and the fact that you were completely alone forced you into selling the last thing you had… Your body

You had no choice but become a “woman of the night”, it wasn’t hard to find a “pimp”, apparently, your naive looks and your innocent appearance made you desirable. Even so, you did your make up strongly, Smokey eyes, red nails, heavy foundation, fake eyelashes, everything to feel more… not like yourself.

Soon the aching in your feet in your 9 inch heels was the last thing on your mind when you found yourself in front of the door of the sleazy motel you were supposed to meet your first “client”

They had assured you he was nice, soft even, not a creep

“A good one to get started” your new friend Chanel had said with a reassuring smile

He was a lawyer apparently

You knocked on the door twice, almost praying he wasn’t there, and he didn’t hear you, oh but he did hear you quite alright, soon the door opened, revealing a tall, muslar, shirtless man.

He was breathtakingly handsome, manly features, yet soft, piercing blue eyes, and big… huge… intimidatingly so, his arms, torso and thighs, hidden by his suit, were all thick as logs. He was comically only wearing his tie, no shirt, and his suspenders

Your stupor was cut short when you raise your eyes to look at his face, and he was smiling knowingly

“Hello gorgeous” he purred, his deep, husky voice made your knees buckle, and your heels threatened to drop you to the floor

“Hello” you managed to say. He stood off the door frame so you could enter the badly illuminated bedroom

You got into the room, that consisted in only a bed, two nightstands, a door you’d only assume leads to the bathroom and a small wardrobe, a table with two chairs, and as you were going to demand him to put the money over the table, you found out it was already there, three hundred dollar bills, all wrinkled up.

Should this be so easy?

“So… what are the ground rules… no kissing?” He asked, mocking you, you knew he had hired hook- I mean… companions before so you didn’t know what was the question about, perhaps he did saw right through you, he saw how nervous you where

“You can kiss me if you like Sir” wrong, you had to show strengh and be assertive, so you don’t get manhandled and roughly fucked by creeps with the weirdest kinks who think that they can do whatever the hell they want to you only because they paid

“You are not your typical little hooker, are you?” he purred, you just shook your head, your heavy earrings dangling against your neck, you tried to work up to this moment, but couldn’t

He sat himself on the edge of the bed, looking at you expectantly, and suddenly, when he caressed his own thighs with big hands you knew what he wanted

“Sir, would you like for me to…?”

“Suck my cock” he completed for you, spreading his thighs, inviting you to get between them, and you did. The rough carpet scratched your knees when they hit the floor. Even though, despite the situation you were in, despite everything, you found yourself weirdly aroused, you caressed his clothed thighs with your hands on your way up, making a big deal out of it, leaning in to give him a great view of your chest. Your fingers traced along the groin of his suit pants, your breathing hitching in your throat when you could feel and see his erection through his pants, he was BIG, and thick, “Don’t be shy sweetheart” he encouraged, while your finger reached the button of his suit slacks, and with a single movement, they came undone, it did surprise you when you realized he wasn't wearing any underwear, his thick shaft barely covered by the fabric.

You took him out and discovered what you already knew, you couldn't wrap your hand around it, thick as a can of coke, and long, his red tip already shiny with precum, he was veiny, and suddenly it had you wondering how he would feel inside you

“It’s big” you didn't want to sound like a porn actress, but you couldn't help it. He just chuckled, he seemed smitten with you, as he caressed your cheek with his big hand. You couldn't wait any longer, and as you massaged him with your hand, you licked his tip, savoring his salty taste, soon your lips were around the mushroom shaped head and that's when you heard his grunt. you sucked on it, his hands moving dangerously to the back of your head. You adventured into taking more of him into your mouth, you quickly couldn’t handle it, choking on his cock, but that only motivated him

“Fuck that’s the stuff” he growled, when he snaped his hips towards your mouth, fucking your face slowly, almost gently, “Look at me with those doe eyes while you do it” he demanded, and you, blinking away the tears from the lack of oxygen, obeyed, looking at him trough your fake big lashes, as you kept licking while he was in your mouth, head bobbing up and down. He grabbed your hair to keep you in place as he moved his hips

“Fuck look at those doe eyes of yours, shit” he grunted, his thrust began to become sloppy, your gurgling and gagging sounds drove more insane as you tried not to choke, and suddenly, he released you. You took a long breath as you fell on your heels, you own saliva mixed with his precum falling down the sides of your mouth and on your chin

You cleaned it up with your fingers, and without breaking eye contact you licked them digits clean, drawing a smile from him

“You are something else, uh?” a feeling of pride warmed your chest, and you didn't even know why. But any positive thoughts flew out the window, when he took from his pocket a syringe. Your breath got caught in your throat when you knew exactly what that meant, “Do you want some, sweetcheeks?”

“No Sir, thank you” you answered, trying not to show how terrified you were, not only of the needle in his hand, but also, of being trapped in a motel room with a drugged, 300 pound man, made of pure muscle who just paid for you to fuck him. You grabbed his hand and he automatically tensed, lookin at you with caution.

You carefully shook your head, and gently enveloped his hand with yours

“Why don’t you focus on me, handsome?” the words sounded like velvet in your mouth, you were really trying to seduce him into letting go of that drug, whatever it was? And you almost cheered when he smiled and threw it away

“Oh, ok then” he purred, “Is that how it’s gonna be?” you just smiled, and let yourself go when you straddled him

“Strip” he demanded, and you complied, taking the dress you were wearing and taking it out from your body. He grunted when he saw you only in your underwear and fishnets you were wearing, “Please leave those on” he begged, his eyes were no longer blue, as they were almost black because of his pupils being so enlarged. You just nodded, coming to him to kiss him wildly. He was so handsome, so sexy, so thick.

He grabbed you and turn so you laid on the bed, you opened your legs to open to him

“Is there anything that is off limits?” yes millions of things, but right now, you couldn’t care less, he could tie you up and lock you up in a basement and you wouldn’t complain, so you just shook your head, as you seemed hypnotized by him. He smiled in a way that made your knees buckle, opening yourself up more for him.

“There is supposed to be…” you purred, trying to get back control of the situation, “But I might make an exception for you…”

“Is that right?” his hands caressed your knees as he looked down at you. Huger in his eyes. his suspenders still in place, his pants opened, his cock stood proudly, still glistening with your spit and red angry at its tip, you wanted him inside you so badly.

“You want me to ride you?” he leaned in still between your legs

“Call me Sir” he demanded

“Let me ride you Sir” you seated on the bed, your face inches away from his. where he smiled widely

“No” he said firmly, gently pushing you back until you were lid on the bed. he roughly grabbed you by your hips, lifting you up inche from the mattress until you were lined up with his huge cock, “If you need to stop just tell me” he said, winking at you, as his fingers found your entrance, and give superficial strokes to test how wet you were, turns out you were VERY, wet for him. Without more warming up, he grabbed his shaft with one of his hands leading it to your entrance. Playing with his tip between your folds, using your arousal to lubricate himself, you thought he was never going to fuck you, so you started grinding your hips desperat for more of him.

He only smiled wickedly, finally breaching you with his bulbous tip

You whimpered at the stretch, but once he kept going, splitting you open, you moaned, drawing your head back as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. When he was halfway in and he noticed you were fucking enoying it so much, he speared on in one thrust until he was fully seated inside you and your hips were flushed against. You screeched something that didn’t even sound human when you felt his tip kissing your cervix

“Shit!” you cursed

“Fuck you are tight!” he moaned, grabbing your hips, keeping you still against him. He looked for your eyes, feeling strong gaze in you you opened your eyes to meet him

“Please” you begged, moving your hips in a sharp movement

“I thought I was supposed to beg for you,” he mocked. He leaned in until he kissed you, and you returned the kiss, letting him explore your mouth with his tongue and you did the same. He retracted for you, and thrust into you again drawing another moan from you. Your eyes connected again and your mouth fell slack as he started to pound into you roughly, but slowly. So sensual you felt you melt in the mattress

“Sir” you begged, but you weren’t quite sure what you were begging for, your hands ended up in his hair, scratching his head, asking for him to lean in more into you, and he did, kissing you again and then abandoned your lips to start crawling to your jaw, nibbling at the skin he found.

“You want me to fuck you harder?” he asked, and you just nodded, but that wasn’t enough for him. He encased your throat with his big hand as he seated back to his heels. “Beg me for it,” he demanded, stealing his movements

“Sir please fuck me harder” you weren’t even pleasing him like you were supossed to, you wanted him to fuck you into the mattres until you couldn’t even remember your own name.

“Now that you are begging so nicely” still choking you he rammed into you like a man possessed. You wanted to grab something but you didn’t have him in your grasp, so your fists closed in the sheets underneath you, threatening to rip them apart

He fucked into you so hard you thought all the other people on the motel were going to complain, because of how loud you were screaming the impending orgasm. The knot that was tightening with each thrust of his thick cock inside you. He grunted on top of you, snapping your hips. The sound of skin to skin slapping was filthy, sinful

“I think I’m gonna…” you squaled your climax when he graced your g spot repeatedly, doing purposely once he knew he found it

“That’s it” he moaned, squeezing your throat lightly, “Fuck!” he cursed, managing with all of his strength to pull out of you, still rock hard, “I don’t want it to end yet” he moaned. gasping for air, his hands still on your hips.

“Shit” you whined, “You can… cum in my mouth or wherever, you like” you breathed out. He only smiled

“I’m nowhere near done little one” he purred, making you moaned wantonly

“You want me to get on my knees for you?” you asked, your index finger got caught between your teeth in a nervous gesture as you felt completely vulnerable to him, still all naked under him. your nipples hurt from how pebbled they were for him.

“Fuck no” he finally lowered your hips as he laid himself on top of you, kissing you tenderly, “I want to see that face, when you are fucking yourself in my cock baby” Your blushed face wouldn’t stop you from sorrounding his hips with your legs, leaning to him you managed to turn him over, straddling him. He was a big man and you knew he let you turn him, but still he smiled, surprised at your sudden movement

You grabbed his cock in your hands, pumping him, feeling your juices still in him. you moved on top of his thighs, riding them, not getting enough friction but you knew he was enjoying it, looking at you with lost blown pupils. grabbing your thigh roughly

“Careful you wouldn’t want to leave bruises,” you didn’t mean to sound so bitter but you did. You pimp was going to check you out at the end, so if you were sporting bruises apparently that was cause to take a percentage more of your pay. He tapped your hips softly to drag you back to reality. and you did, returning a smile to your face as you squeezed his cock more roughly, but that seemed to please him as his eyes rolled in his skull.

“But I can leave some nice marks on you, can I?” you asked innocently. leaning in to work on his neck, it didn’t take you long to found that special spot that made him bukle his hips into your hand when you nipped at it

“Anything you want, baby” he moaned. you lined your entrance with his cock, dancing on top of him, teasing your pussy lips with the tip. He grabbed your hips with need, he wanted to control your tempo, and you let him.

He helped you sink down into him, slowly, feeling his cock graze all the god spots inside of you some of them you didn’t even know they existed

“Fuck!” you cursed at the same time.

The squelching sound that your juicy count made when being stretched by his thick cock was so filthy it belonged in a porno, perhaps that’s were you were headed next, but as long as Mike was the one to fuck you you didn’t mind having cameras capturing this moment.

“You are a fucking goddess” he moaned under you, his hand groped your bouncing tits and you put your hands over his, as you snapped you hips feeling you graze your insides, rearranging your guts.

You wondered fleetingly if all your clients were going to be this way, you started to wonder if you were ever going to see him again. And the possibility that you wouldn’t… didn’t appeal to you at all, you did want to see him again. You wanted to see him all fucking days

Your climax sneaked up on you and it gripped you hard, making your eyes roll to the back of your head for the second time. Clamping down so hard on him you think he was never going to be able to pull off

“Squeeze me baby” he whined like a prayer, “Fuck just like that” you didn’t stop bouncing on top of him, you felt hiss dick twitching inside of you, his thighs shaked and his breathing as much as his thrusts became erratic. You know what that meant…

You got off of him and he whined pitifully at this, wanting for explanations before you sanked your knees to the mattress and fell to devour his cock, you swallowed him whole, one of his hands squeezing the base of him and the other caressing his chest. You gagged and bobbed your head up and down, waiting so desperately to taste him, and you did. Grabbing your head, beginning and whispering your name, he cummed in your mouth, his thick spend shoot down your throat, making you choke, but you didn’t relent as you licked him clean

“Shit, baby” he purred

You couldn´t help but fell into the bed like a sack of potatoes, tired and lax, that was, without question, the best sex you ever had. You panted, trying to regain your breath, and you realized that your “client” was in the same page, trying to regain his breath

“How much?” he asked, you just looked at him, puzzled

“Uh?” you mumbled

“How much to keep you?” he continued, “Forever?” you frowned, not understanding what he meant

“What do you mean?”

“For me to get you, exclusively, I got some friends…” you got scared all of a sudden, and it might have reflected on your face. “Don’t be afraid sweetheart, they are very goods friends, lawyers, suit and tie”

“And what would that be like?” you whispered

“You cheer up our meetings, just us three and you”

“And who are those?”

“My office partners, Andy Barber and Scott Huffman,'' you seemed to think about it… “You’d be our little…”

“Prostitute?” you asked, bitterly

“I was thinking more of an escort” he smiled, winking, “Our companion, our sugar baby”

“30 thousand a month, and only you three” you just say, obviously joking

“Deal” he just purrs, earning a gasp from you, “And now…. How about three more hours?”

post chapter notes: This took forever.... But now I just want to write some kinky chapter 2 with those two guests. I hope you all enjoyed it

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andydrysdalerogers · 5 months

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Sliding Into Home ~ The One with the World Series

Pairing: MLB!Frank Adler x Abigail Hernandez (OFC)

Synopsis:

* A Frank Adler AU x Major League Baseball Story**

Warning: ANGST (i can't stress this enough), second chances, cheating, S~M~U~T!!, slow burn, drug use, abandonment issues, betrayal, domestic violence (i may have missed some), flashbacks

Dividers by me

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Previous: Trial by Fire

Sliding Into Home Master List Main Masterlist

Two weeks later...

“I want to know.”

“So do I.”

“So why can’t we?”

“Because It’s too early for it to show up.”

“That seems stupid. Why are we here? You’re perfect.”

“I’m a mess.”

A chuckle. “But you’re my mess.”

“Thanks, I think.”

Frank kissed the top of Abby’s head. “You’re beautiful Cricket.”

“I don’t feel like it.”

“You’re twelve weeks pregnant, Cricket.” Frank took her hand. “You’ve been nauseous every day for the last two weeks. Plus, the stress from the hearing wasn’t helping.”

“And you’re leaving,” she mumbled.

“Sweetheart, you know I don’t want to leave you. I have to go to work.”

“Stupid playoffs.”

Frank chuckled. Abby had always hated when the playoffs started because he would have to be on the road for five days at any time during the current series. They were starting in LA, the Dodgers having the best record in the West, facing off against Arizona. “Cricket, it’s gonna be fine. Marco and Scott will be home to help. Please, just take it easy, ok?”

Abby sighed. She knew this but it didn’t stop her anxiety. She thought back on the last couple of weeks.

Mike had been officially charged with kidnapping and endangerment since there were drugs found in his house. He was fighting it, of course, but now Frank and Abby had a protection order against him. He went back to Boston in custody, his bail revoked.

Diane pled no contest to her charges of assault and battery. The deal she made was to allow her to stay in treatment in Boston as long as she had no contact with Abby or Mike. She asked for a letter to be delivered before she accepted. Abby read the letter, Diane’s apologies all over it. Abby closed that chapter in her heart, grateful her friend had found peace and recovery.

Bobby Fuller was suspended pending a full investigation for his involvement with Frank’s incident in Vegas as well as helping Mike with the kidnapping. He made a statement, saying he was not going to fight any charges or decisions made by the league. He had earned what would happen to him after everything had concluded and offered his apologies to the Adler family.

Now, she was dealing with the playoffs and the push for Los Angeles to make it to the World Series once again. She came out of her thoughts as her doctor entered the room. “Hello Dr. Adler.”

“Hey Dr. Montgomery.”

“Mr. Adler,” she shook Frank’s hand. “Ready to start the playoffs?

“Absolutely Doc.” Frank flashed her a smile. “Game one tomorrow.”

“You better bring that trophy home,” she replied. “Now Abby, how are you feeling?”

“Nauseous and thirsty at the same time. Kinda weird.”

“Yeah, that happens. Any drowsiness, bloating, cravings?”

“A little bit of everything.” Abby smiled. “Just generally tired. Had back to back surgeries yesterday and then Mary decided it was time to learn a new hobby.” She gave Frank a pointed look.

“How did I know she wanted to learn the drums? She said she wanted to play an instrument.” Frank shrugged and gave his best boyish grin.

Dr. Montgomery chuckled. “Yeah, I can understand that. Well, your blood work came back great, your weight is on track for twelve weeks.”

“When will I pop?” Abby placed a hand over her belly. “Right now, I just feel big but Frank says I look the same.”

“No, I said you look beautiful,” Frank argued.

“Whatever.”

“Usually, moms pop their bellies closer to 15 or 16 weeks. Like I mentioned, your weight is great for twelve weeks. Now, are we ready to see baby?” Abby nodded. “Ok, scoot down, shirt under your breast and pants down a little. Sorry, this is a little cold.” She squirted gel onto Abby, grabbed the wand and rolled over her skin. Frank and Abby stared at the screen, just a mix of black, white and gray, until...

“There it is.” A little peanut shaped blob appeared. It was different from the first scan where it was just a blip of something. This time, a head was clearly taking shape. “That’s your baby.”

“It’s like a little peanut alien,” Frank said.

“Frankie,” Abby whined.

“What? Cricket, it’s a peanut. It's our...” he stopped as Dr. Montgomery turned on the sound and a rapid noise echoed in the room. “Is that...”

“Baby’s heartbeat. Its nice and strong, about 150 beats per minute, which is perfect.”

“They are perfect,” Abby breathed. A tear ran down her face.

“Cricket, what’s wrong?”

“I just thought with the stress, that I did something to the baby.”

Dr. Montgomery cleaned Abby up. “Abby, you are doing everything right. I know that the hearing was stressful, but everything is perfect. I don’t think you need an amniocentesis, so I would relax and enjoy.”

Abby nodded as Frank said, “thanks Doc.”

“Pictures will be up front, and I want to see you in four weeks. Good luck, Frank.”

As Abby and Frank made their way up, they started to talk about baby names. “I like Emily for a girl or Steven for a boy,” Abby said.

“I’m ok with Emily but Steven? Steve Adler?” Frank twisted his mouth in disgust.

“It sounds good.”

“No Cricket it doesn’t. How about Daniel?”

“Dan Adler? I mean, its ok.”

Frank sighed. “We have time right?”

“Yes, we do.” Abby leaned into him. “When are we going to announce this?”

“Let’s do it after the playoffs. You won’t be showing for a few more weeks, and we have the box, so you’ll be hidden.”

“Ok, now if we can only guarantee that Mary will keep her mouth shut,” Abby muses.

“That’s like asking Johnny not to call himself the ‘Human Torch’. Just impossible,” Frank smiled and kissed her head. “But keep dreaming.”

The Dodgers make it through the Wild Card and Division series, defeating The San Diego Padres and the Chicago Cub, respectively. Johnny had pitched a no hitter in the first game against the New York Mets, but a rouge bounce made Frank miss a ground ball in game two, letting the Mets win that game. Fortunately, the Dodgers held themselves together for games three and four and were sitting on the verge of their 13th World Series appearance.

Frank was pumped. He was already a two time World Series winner with Boston and he wanted to make his new team proud. They were away in New York, but it was Saturday, so his family and Abby’s parents were able to make the game.

Abby: No matter what, Mary, peanut and I love you so much Frankie. Good luck baby!

Frank smiled as he finished dressing. Johnny was also looking at his phone, smiling like a goofball. “What has gotten into you? Or should I say who?”

Johnny dropped his phone. He scrambled to pick it up. “Nothing, no one, what, wait, huh?”

Frank grabbed his chest and laughed so hard it brought attention from the entire team. “What is so funny Adler?” Mookie Betts asked.

“Johnny Storm, our own Human Torch, has a girl!” Frank said through gasps of air. “Pay up losers!”

Over half the team grumbled as they pulled out their wallets with Frank and a couple of others holding out their hands. “What the actual fuck is going on?” Johnny asked.

“I told the guys you were going to be infatuated with a girl. Thanks for this,” Frank holds up his hand holding up a few bills.

“You bet on me meeting a girl?”

“No, that’s a stupid bet. I bet you would fall for a girl. Told them I introduced you to one and said I think this is the one for him and Betts said there wasn’t a chance in hell and others agreed so we made a small yet rather fruitful wager.”

“You couldn’t have waited until the end of the season, could your Torch?” Betts slapped his back.

Johnny tried to be angry but instead smiled. “Hell no. Have you see her?” He showed off a picture of him and Katie together by the beach. “She is smart, gorgeous...”

“And should have no business with you,” Kershaw said. “She is smoking.”

“She likes baseball, hangs out with Mary and likes it and she...” he stopped himself. “Never mind. All I’m saying is that I hit the jackpot with my girl so you all can fuck off now.” He turned back to his locker to finish getting ready.

“$100 says he’s engaged if we win the World Series,” Kershaw says.

“No bet. I think he’ll do it at Christmas. More romantic,” Frank says. Johnny just flips them the bird and the team laughs.

The game is tense, but Johnny manages to throw only one hit the entire game. Mookie hits a grand slam and seals the Dodgers fate to another World Series. After the celebration in the locker room, Frank showers and heads out. He sees his wife, daughter and best friend in the family room, Mary asleep in her grandfather’s arms, Abby leaning against Scott and Susie in Marco’s lap. Johnny walked in right after and saw his sister. Before Johnny could say anything, Frank covered his mouth. “Shut up,” he whispered.

“That’s my sister,” Johnny pointed.

“Have you not noticed she been dating my brother in law?” Frank hissed. “Since the All Star game.”

“Seriously? I thought she was with that nerd Reed.”

Frank sighed and ran a hand over his face. “According to Abby, Reed said he didn’t have time to date because of some crap project about a cloud in space, who the fuck knows. Anyway, when everyone was trying to find Mary, I guess Susie broke down in the backyard and Marco comforted her. One thing led to another, and they started seeing each other in LA.”

Johnny looked at his sister. “Why didn’t she tell me?”

“Geez, I wonder,” Frank deadpanned.

“Yeah, alright, you don’t have to be a dick about it. Let’s take them to the hotel and get some sleep before we fly home.” He took another look at his sister. “She’s happy, and he’s a good guy?”

“I couldn’t trust anyone better to protect this family.”

The Dodger has two days off before they have to start their series with Boston. The irony was not lost on Frank. Playing the team that had traded him after missing the playoffs last year would either be glorious or gut-wrenching. They are starting on the road this time and Frank is nervous. Not for the game, but for the fact that Abby had now been dealing with a streak of morning sickness that left her pale, dehydrated and bedridden.

“Cricket, maybe I can miss the first game? Just until I know you are better.” He smoothed her hair away from her clammy forehead.

“Frankie, you can’t miss. Susie said she would stay with me and Nugget and Marco. Scottie and Steve are going to go and support. If I feel better, I’ll fly out with Mary for game two.”

“But...”

“No, Frank, this is your job. Win this, babe, and come home and finish it for me here in LA. I promise, if something is wrong, we will call. Your baby just likes to test me is all.”

Frank ran a hand through his hair. “The minute something is wrong?”

“You’ll be the first call, ok? I love you.”

He knelt next to the side of the bed. “I love you Peanut. Be nice to momma, ok?” He kissed her stomach and then kissed her forehead. “I love you, Cricket. So very much.” One last kiss, he grabbed his suitcase and was out the door.

Mary, Susie and Abby watched their boys play in Boston. They took game one with ease, Frank making a spectacular dive in the fourth for a double play. Johnny hit two homers in the ninth securing the win. Game two was a different story. Boston came to play, outscoring Los Angeles by ten. Abby flipped off the TV at the end of the game, tugging on Mary’s ponytail. “At least Frank hit it.”

“But they lost.”

“I know, but you have to look at the positives, Nugget. I’m sure Dad would appreciate it if we kept to the positives. It’ll make flying home easier.”

“I guess.” Mary shrugged. “I don’t remember Boston being that good.”

“Me neither.”

Frank and the rest of the team came home in a dejected state. Losing that hard took its toll but it just made the Dodgers want to work that much harder. He hadn’t mentioned it to Abby, but a couple of the Boston guys jeered at him when his was on base. Fans did too, during game two. It had messed with his head a little bit. Johnny had heard it and reminded Frank that he hadn’t chosen to leave Boston. It still stung.

The next three games were at home and the Dodgers took the lead after five, with spectacular performances from Kershaw and Storm. Betts hit homers in every game and Frank had two RBIs. Abby had been feeling better to attend the games, making Frank feel better knowing his girl was at the stadium with him.

Game six and the teams were back in Boston. It had been a close game, but Frank fouled up in the ninth allowing the winning run on base. But former Dodger Justin Turner would not be denied. He had come over during Frank’s trade and had something to prove. He launched a walk off rocket off a fast ball from Joe Kelly that went right over the famous Green Monster wall. Joe and the rest of the team walked off of the field with the crowd going absolutely wild in the background.

As Frank woke up on the day of game seven, he stared at the ceiling. This was the last day to prove to everyone that, despite the year of chaos he had, he was still the best at this game. He turned and looked at his beautiful wife. Abby’s hair cascaded down her naked back, finding comfort of no clothes during her fourteenth week of pregnancy. Frank moved a piece of hair that had fallen over her face back. Winning her back, completing his mission to marry the love of his life, he knew he had already won the year.

Abby curled more into his side and Frank wrapped his arm firmly around her. He could snooze for a few more before the chaos of the day began.

The game was tight and scoreless. Both teams were playing with no errors. It was the top of the ninth and Frank was on second, having a lucky bounce allowing him to get the double. Johnny was now at bat and had a two count. Frank took a small lead of the base and could see a fastball would be delivered. Johnny read it perfectly and it bounced in left field. Frank ran for third and the third base coach waved him through to home. Frank slid and beat the throw home.

Dodgers –1 – Boston – 0.

The next batter strikes out, but the damage has been done. It's up to the defense to hold off Boston for the next half of the inning. Johnny came in as relief to Kershaw and has been on his game all night. He quickly dispatches a batter but walked the next and now it's do or die for Boston. And Justin Turner is at bat.

Johnny settles, a shake of his head, then a nod, and let go of his patented fast ball. Strike. He gets the ball back and takes a breath. He looks at Frank, who gives him a reassuring nod and he turns back. Another nod and Johnny threw his change-up, leaving Turner swinging.

One more.

Johnny sets, rears back and lets go of the ball.

It's perfect.

Until the crack of the bat sounds.

And Frank watches as it sails over the right field wall.

Boston has won the World Series.

I'm sorry, don't kill me...

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The requesting rules are really simple. Please read these before requesting anything.

1. The Characters I write for are (I no longer write for Harry Potter Characters):

Chris Evans

Andy Barber - Defending Jacob

Ari Levinson - The Red Sea Diving Resort

Colin Shea - What’s Your Number

Curtis Everett - Snowpiercer

Jake Jensen - The Losers

James Mace - Sunshine

Johnny Storm - Fantastic Four

Mike Weiss - Puncture

Nick Vaughan - Before We Go

Ransom Drysdale - Knives Out

Sebastian Stan

Charles Blackwood - We Have Always Lived In The Castle

Chase Collins - The Covenant

Chris Beck - The Martian

Frank - Endings, Beginnings

Lance Tucker - The Bronze

Lee Bodecker - The Devil All The Time

Tom Holland

Harrison Osterfield

Henry Cavill

Chris Hemsworth

Scarlett Johansson

Elizabeth Olsen

Zendaya

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sweeterthanthis · 3 years

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You are in a committed relationship with Mr. Andy Barber. Sugar daddy!Andy?? Perhaps 😏. One day he’s in a particular mood and he has you tied up spread eagle on the bed absolutely working you over with his mouth and fingers. When you reach your 4th intense orgasm of the night, he leans down and whispers in your ear that he has a little treat for you. For this night only, because Andy doesn’t play well with others, you may choose one person to join your rendezvous. Andy gives you options and they are:

So, my love, who are you choosing? 😈

😘

It's disgusting how quickly I decided on this. I knew it was Mike before I'd even scrolled down. Lmao. Here's a very little something.

Pairing: Andy Barber x Reader x Mike Weiss

Warnings: Smut, extremely mild daddy kink. 18+.

"P-please Andy, I can't - oh fuck - I can't take any more," you plead, your nerve endings practically vibrating from his seemingly endless assault on your body. Andy's knuckles drag gently up over your ribcage, his thumb brushing against your nipple as you whimper beneath his touch.

"You know you're my good girl, right?" He asks, and all you can do is mumble a 'yes' before he's kissing your swollen lips - his beard scraping against your tear stained cheeks. "Got a little gift for you, baby. Now close those pretty eyes for me."

You don't even hesitate; eyelids heavy from the multitude of orgasms Andy has ripped from your body so far. Your pulse thumping in your ear, you don't register the second set of footsteps in the room. Don't notice the presence of another man between your legs until he's reaching out to stroke the inside of your thigh.

"Fuck, she's gorgeous," the familiar voice whispers, your eyes snapping open and your lips parting in shock. "Yeah, there she is."

"Mike?" You gawp, your thighs instantly closing at the sight of him stood there naked before you; his fist languidly stroking his impressive cock. You look to Andy then, his features expressing his amusement at your strife. "Andy? What-- what is this?"

"This," he starts, walking towards you and brushing his fingertips over the hollow of your throat. "This is what you wanted, isn't it baby? Saw you flirting with him at the firms gala dinner a couple of weeks ago."

"What do you get the girl who has everything she could ever want for her birthday?" Andy smirks, leaning over you until his lips are but an inch away from yours. "What's the matter, baby? Don't you like your present?"

Your thighs widen as Mike coaxes them open with the backs of his palms, and you can't take your eyes off his body. He's a little more built than Andy, a litany of tattoos on his arms, stomach and chest. And he's looking at you like you're the last fucking meal he's ever going to have.

"Can I touch you, beautiful?" Mike asks, already sinking to his knees and blowing a hot breath against your quivering, spent cunt. You nod almost instantly, intensity building in your gut and your head spinning from the shock of it all. "Fuck, that's the prettiest little pussy I've ever seen. Feel like it might be my birthday, Barber."

You can't help but let your eyes roll back as the flat of his tongue takes a swipe of your sodden folds, sucking your throbbing clit between his teeth and latching his lips around it.

"Oh fuck," you moan, your thighs trembling already from the expert flicks of his tongue against your sensitive nub. Andy's hands cup your breasts, squeezing gently - a subtle reminder of who you belong to, you're sure of it.

"Aren't you gonna say thank you for your birthday gift, baby?" Andy asks, the first of Mikes fingers slipping straight into your trembling hole, curling up against the sweet spot inside you that Andy always loves to play with.

"Thank you, daddy."

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Jealousy

Pairing: Mike Weiss x Plus Size Reader

Summary: Your husband gets overprotective at a party the two of you throw…

Note: This is for the lovely @stargazingfangirl18 and @navybrat817 #shamelesshoesforchris2021 challenge! I’ve been wanting to write for ole Mikey and this gave me the perfect excuse😛

Warnings🛑: smut(breeding kink, unprotected vaginal sex, sex under the influence, dry humping, slight degradation, choking, dom/sub aspects, oral(fem receiving)), mentions of drugs, drug use, mentions of alcohol, slight violence nothing too graphic, explicit language, explicit sexual content, 18+

Prompts chosen: 2. Breeding kink, "I didn't like the way he was looking at you.", Mike Weiss

You met Mike in high school, you were never really friends with him until the two of you ran into each other at a frat party in college. One drunken night that led to passionate love making was all it took for you to fall in love, and Mike felt the same…

The two of you got married right after you graduated and Mike was still in law school. You tried to get him to wait, but he was stubborn. Despite the many late night essays and cases Mike had, you two threw some pretty rad parties.

It wasn’t a secret that Mike was into heavy drugs, something you weren’t particularly fond of. Not that you were any better, but you only dabbled in weed, nothing heavy like your husband.

Years after Mike graduated law school and opened a firm with his best friend. Mike was very passionate about his work and you loved that about him. After a win, everyone always gathered at yours and Mike’s to celebrate. Today was one of those days, you were so proud to call this man your husband. Despite his flaws, he was a good man.

You could feel his eyes on you as you went around to check if anyone needed a refill, turning over your shoulder, your suspicions were correct. Mike winked, making you giggle as you blew him a kiss. Mike chuckled and went back to the conversation he was in, keeping a subtle eye on you. That’s when he noticed another’s eyes on you, his blood began to boil as the man stared at your ass while you bent over to pick up some trash.

“Nice one babe,” the man called to you.

You turned around looking confused at the man until you saw him looking at your behind. You rolled your eyes, annoyed with his comment.

“I’m married,” you said harshly, turning back to your task at hand.

“How about you and I get out of here gorgeous, I could show you a good time.” the man said, completely ignoring the fact of your marital status.

Before you could reply, Mike pulled the guy up by the front of his shirt. You hadn’t seen him coming over, but you were glad he did. Mike said nothing as he dragged the man from the couch and tossed him out the front door. You arched a brow as Mike walked towards you.

“I didn’t like the way he was looking at you.” he shrugged.

“You’re ridiculous,” you scoffed, but you couldn’t keep the smile from your face.

“I got some good stuff, let’s head upstairs baby.” Mike grinned as he took your hand in his and led you to your shared room.

A half hour later, you and Mike were a giggling mess. The two of you were taking turns passing the bong, smoke filling your lungs as you felt completely relaxed. Once it was gone, you found yourself perched in Mike’s lap, his hands gripping your ass tight in his hands as your lips feverishly met. Your tongue massaged his greedily while your hands felt his muscular chest, inching your hands under his shirt. Mike had a teasing smile as he slowly pulled his shirt off.

“Mmmmm baby, you tryna fuck?” Mike asked, grinning widely as you nodded excitedly.

“I always want to fuck Mikey,” you whispered as you grinded your lower half on his hardening cock.

“Shit, my greedy princess.” Mike groaned, tilting his hips up to meet yours.

“Come on, I want you.” you whined, tearing at Mike’s dress shirt.

“I’ll take care of you baby, be patient.” he said as moved his hands down your thighs.

“Maybe I should have taken that man’s offer since my own husband won’t fuck me.” you taunted, and Mike saw red.

He snatched a hold of your throat, snapping your head to his so fast it made you dizzy. You grinned maliciously as his nostrils flared, eyes hard and narrowing into a deep scowl.

“You watch your fucking mouth,” he growled, suddenly flipping both of you so your back was on the cold tile.

“Or what baby?” you laughed, moaning as Mike tightened his grip.

“You know what happens to bad girls baby, don’t fucking test me.” he seethed, ripping your shirt open then shoving his pants down.

Your pants and panties came next, Mike ripping them off before shoving your legs apart. He slammed into you without warning, your eyes so wide and scream so loud he had to cover your mouth. Giving you no time to adjust to his size, Mike rammed into your dripping center with no remorse.

He took his hand on your mouth back, using it to pull your bra cup down and free your tits. He sucked on your puckering nipple, lashing his tongue around as his other hand came down and maliciously rubbed your clit. You held on to his biceps for dear life, the pleasure mixed with you being high made everything too overwhelming.

“Mikey-I-I can’t.” you sobbed, Mike slowed his thrusts a little so he could reach up and kiss you.

“Should have thought about that before opening that fucking mouth huh baby?” he taunted, pulling out suddenly.

You whined from the sudden emptiness as Mike pushed your knees to your chest. You cursed loudly as Mike began eating your pussy like it would be his last meal. His tongue drank your juices, swirled around your clit before sucking it into his mouth.

“Mike! Fuck!” you shouted, fisting his hair in between your fingers to hold him there.

“Scream my fucking name baby, loud enough for that asshole to hear.” Mike hissed as he roughly shoved two fingers inside of you.

He curled just at the right spot, your orgasm hitting you out of nowhere. Stars appeared in your vision, clouding your eyes as your body experienced bliss. Mike watched fascinated, becoming even harder at your chant of his name. Mike didn’t even wait for you to come down before he was thrusting back into you.

“So pretty, mine.” he panted, hand going back to your throat forcing you to look at him.

Mike went feral after you made eye contact, your half lidded eyes made his need to claim you skyrocket. He would breed you with his cum until you were so full your belly became round with his baby. Both of you loved kids, so it was perfect. He would do it everyday if he had to.

“Cum in me Mikey,” you moaned.

“Don’t you worry princess, you’ll be so silly with my cum stuffed in your pretty pussy. I’ll have you round and full in no time my love.” he grunted, pistoning his hips even faster.

“Make me full baby, I want it.” you smiled, eyes rolling back as the tip of his cock rammed into your gspot.

Mike growled as you clenched tighter around him, feeling his orgasm just in reach. He thumbed at your clit, rubbing the little nub even as your legs shook. Mike gave one last thrust before he was painting your walls with his cum, groaning as your second orgasm hit at the same time. You couldn’t move, all you knew was the exquisite pleasure flowing through you.

Mike gently massaged your legs, straightening them out where he had them bent. He placed soft kisses, your beauty leaving him speechless. You smiled softly at his sweetness, opening your eyes slowly. You were greeted with his handsome face, the one you fell in love with all those years ago.

“Stay here for a minute,” you whispered, pulling him down so your nose touched his.

“Not going anywhere baby, ever.” he whispered back.

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