[annsfics]

♡ dr. robby sm!au ♡

PART 2

[nymphaemisery]

# ASSH0L3S.

Summary: you get roofied at a party and taken advantage of by someone in your intoxicated state, who you 100% believe to be Satoru, but Suguru doesn't think so. In fact, he's convincing you it isn't him.

Pairings: Suguru geto x f!reader x Satoru gojo

Warnings: MDNI, NONCON, IMPLIED PAST NONCON, Intoxication/Drugging, Gaslighting, Manipulation, Noncensual filming/Sharing of material, P in V, Unprotected sex, Creampie, Cheating(?), Sato x Sugu, MMF, Everyone is 21+ in this fic, Suguru defending his pos friend Satoru, They're genuine pieces of shit so beware like they're absolutely disgusting. If you know some like this irl do not hesitate to slime them out or report to the authorities because wtf, DD:DNE + not proofread. Block me if you're uncomfortable.

WC: 2.2k / based off this idea post, idea 3 is going to be a part 2 for this fic most likely.

do not romanticize/normalize dark content irl.

A/N: please read the warnings carefully and do not proceed if you're triggered, Satoru and Suguru are genuinely so disgusting to the point I'm warning you again.

“Suguru— you have to believe me. I swear it was him.” You huff out in frustration.

“No way. I know him more than anyone, why would he ever do that to you? Especially when he knows you're my girlfriend mhm?” Suguru drawled, shaking his head while gently caressing your hair.

“But— it was him! I couldn't take a good look at his face but the white hair? Who else has white hair except for him?” You insist, pushing his hand way.

“Satoru doesn't have any lack for women, why would he seek you out? His bestfriend's girlfriend huh? Not only that but intoxicate you and force himself on you? He has no need for that.” Suguru defends him, brows furrowing in irritation the longer you're continuing this topic. You've been discussing this with him for the past thirty minutes.

“You can truly never know the reason—”

“Listen, I get it. What you went through the previous night was horrible. And I would never blame you for it. In fact, I blame myself because I was the one that left you alone,” His voice cracked slightly with emotion as he grabbed your shoulders, pulling you into a tight hug. “I am truly sorry, that happened to you. I hope you can forgive me. I should've never left your side.” He mutters as he caressed the back of your head.

You melted into his arms, the emotions swirling back in your gut again as you felt his gentle embrace, you felt like crying again, but you held back the tears.

“But one thing that I can't have you do— is blame my close friend. Because I know it wasn't him. He isn't the type to do that. You also could've just been very high to the point you hallucinated the white hair.” He pulls back from the hug, staring at you with much conviction.

“How can you be so sure?” You asked, wondering why he isn't believing you.

“Because he was with me.” Suguru answers shortly which makes you freeze.

What?

“He was with me that night, in fact, he was the reason that night I had to leave, I remember telling you right before I did.” He recounted, grabbing your face so gently.

He was right, Suguru told you that Satoru stirred some trouble up and left urgently that night, he was visibly irritated when leaving you alone at the party.

How could you forget?

Then who was the man on top of you? You only remember the tuft of white hair, never actually his face. You immediately assumed it was Satoru because he is the only one with white hair.

Now your gut churned in anxiety, feeling bad that you were accusing someone innocent of doing something so horrible while the real perpetrator's identity remains unknown. You took in deep breaths.

What made it worse was the fact that earlier to this conversation— you confronted Satoru in the living room cause he was over to hangout with Suguru since they didn't have any classes today, you cursed him out really badly before Suguru pulled you away into your shared bedroom to calm you down and discuss it with you.

Sensing your mood, Suguru's hands trail down your neck and rest on your shoulders. “We'll figure this out together, I'm here for you baby. But you should probably apologize to him first.” He suggests, giving you a squeeze. You bite your lip in hesitation, feeling extremely guilty.

“Yeah, you're right.” You reply, turning back on your foot and leaving the bedroom and back to the living room where Satoru was sitting on the sofa, mouth pouted and lost in his thoughts. He snaps out of them when he sees you return, followed by Suguru from behind.

“I- uh, I'm sorry. Sorry for lashing out. I just had a horrible fucking night. And blamed you because you were the only one with the white hair, but now that I think of it, I think I might've just hallucinated the color too. I don't know anymore.” You sigh, pinching your brows as you apologize, your voice trembled with unsurity.

Satoru gives you a small smile that makes your heart ache even further. “It's alright. You're aren't in the wrong to assume that. I would too.” He reassures you, pulling you into a friendly hug.

You smile back at him, this situation coming to an end, you make a mental note to try and figure out the identity of the person later on, maybe use some help from someone.

“Oh fuck, I'll be late for my afternoon class. I'll go get ready now.” You announce before leaving the room and going back into your bedroom to get ready.

Suguru makes sure you're fully gone before he lightly smacks Satoru in the head.

“It was you, wasn't it?” Suguru asks, raising an eyebrow, Satoru shakes his head innocently. Suguru narrows his eyes shooting a glare at him. Satoru drops the act immediately, groaning as he falls back on the sofa, sprawling over it.

“Ugh fine yeah, it was me. I couldn't help it, your girlfriend is so fucking hot dude.” He admits, rolling his blue eyes. “Besides, we always shared everything you know.” He shrugs.

Suguru let's out a sigh of disappointment before he too sits down on the sofa.

“She's sensitive, if you wanted to fuck her that badly, I could've just prepared another arrangement.” Suguru hissed, smacking Satoru on the head again. “You used a pretense to lure me out just for this? You could've just asked me, I wasted gas over your stupid shenanigans.” Suguru quipped, withdrawing his hand.

“I didn't think you'd agree, cause you know, you love her and shit.” Satoru replied, folding his arms. Suguru just exhaled, shaking his head at Satoru's stupidity.

“You're my bestfriend dude. I was in the bedroom defending your ass even though I knew it was indeed you.” He lectured.

“Bros before hoes?” Satoru asked raising his eyebrows, which earned him another smack in the head.

“She's not a hoe. Be respectful.” Suguru blurted.

Silence fell over the two of them for a bit.

“Did you film it?” Suguru inquired, raising an eyebrow in curiousity.

Satoru let out a knowing grin before he nodded.

“Want it?” He teased Suguru, wiggling his eyebrows that made Suguru chuckle.

“Fuck yeah, obviously.”

Satoru shared the video with Suguru, who wasted no time in opening it and putting it in full screen.

The camera was shaky as Satoru thrusted into your cunt, focusing on the way you're so out of it. He grabbed your chin, caressing your bottom lip before he shoved his finger inside.

“Like my cock baby?” Satoru asked in the video, you nodded desperately, so fucked out, your eyes we're glazed over and blanked out, your hair was disheveled and messy, and spit coated the corner of your lips as you drooled.

“Ngh— Yes— oh fuck!” You moaned arching your back, feeling him hit the right spot. You closed your eyes in pleasure as Satoru continued to ram himself inside you.

He grabbed your one of your tits, squeezing it with his free hand and tugging on the nipple.

“Your tits are so fucking hot baby.”

The camera quickly shifts downwards, giving full HD view at the part you guys were connected, Satoru was splitting you open as he thrusted in and out.

“Say my name darling, tell me who's making you feel this good yeah?” Satoru utters, his voice shaky as he was nearing his high.

“You— you.”

“Who am I?”

“S-Suguru.” You moaned, voice breathy.

Suguru gripped the phone tightly, feeling his cock stir in his pants. He looked over at Satoru who had wide grin on his face.

Satoru in the video tutted in disappointment.

“Mhmm, I'm not Suguru sweetheart. Look at me.” He slurred. “Say Satoru.” He instructed you.

“Satoru?” You questioned, furrowing your brows.

“Yes Satoru, don't think too much. Just say it.”

“Satoru!” You gasped his name when you felt him hit your sweet spot.

“Fuck yeah, baby, I'm right here.” He groaned in pleasure, feeling the way your cunt squelched around him.

“'Toru— right there, awh fuck! I love you Sugu.” You blurted out a bunch of sentences after that, switching their names as your brain melted together. You let out the most nastiest cry when you came, cunt squeezing him so tightly, he camera recorded the way it pulsated around him.

Satoru thrusted into you sloppily before he too finished inside you and pulled out, recording the way your cunt was leaking and fluttering as his semen dripped out of you.

Suguru's cock was aching at the sight, he let out a groan as the video stopped and he kept his phone down, mind occupied with the content of it.

“She was acting like it was something horrible that happened to her, but the video just makes her look like a slut.” Suguru grunted staring at Satoru. “What did you mix in her drink?” He asked him.

“A little bit of hypnotics and sedatives and a lotssssss of aphrodisiacs. Being a chemistry major is useful.” Satoru shrugged while grinning.

“You're disgusting and a danger to society.” Suguru playfully punched Satoru's shoulder.

“Oh ew no, I would never do that to anyone unless it's her. Frankly it wouldn't be needed if she let me fuck her normally, but she's too loyal to you.” Satoru sighs, rubbing the area Suguru punched as if he was actually hurt.

“No, continue doing that.” Suguru suddenly says which makes Satoru snap his head towards him. His mouth opens in disbelief.

“Fuck, are you serious?” Satoru asks, elevated.

“Yes. I want to fuck her once in this state too.” Suguru's gaze darkens before he gives Satoru a smirk.

“Man, you're such a bad boyfriend.” Satoru jokes which causes Suguru to chuckle.

“Anyway, need help with that?” Satoru points at Suguru's crotch before placing his palm over it. Suguru shivers.

“She's still at home.” He mutters breathlessly as he feels Satoru grab his cock.

“So? I was your first so I think I have every right to do this.” Satoru mumbles, “She can join too, if she catches us. Holy fuck that would be a dream.”

Suguru's imagination goes wild at the thought of him and Satoru fucking you at the same time.

“We wouldn't have to hide this or sneak around anymore. We just fuck, grab her too and fuck her. Her cunt is so tight by the way. Do you not stretch her out?” Satoru whispers, slowly stroking Suguru's cock through his pants.

“I do— but— oh fuck— I guess we're just too big.” He moans.

Satoru reflexively withdraws his hands when he hears the bedroom door open and you step out, all dressed up really pretty as you hang your bag over your shoulder. Satoru feels his cock twitch at the sight of you.

Suguru lets out a small cough, getting up from the sofa before trudging towards you and giving you a tight hug before grabbing your face and pulling you into an intense kiss.

You were taken aback because you expect him to only peck you, but his lips moved against yours with hunger as Suguru whined into your mouth. You wanted to pull away, feeling awkward that Satoru is watching— but Suguru keeps a hand pressed to the back of your head, making sure you won't escape.

You land small hits against his chest, and only then does he let go, you look at him all flushed, gloss smeared and lips coated in his saliva with a string that still connected you both. You could feel the heat rise up in your face.

“Fuck,” Suguru groans at the sight, his hard-on getting painful each second “Why can't you just stay? Mhm? Skip the classes baby, I wanna fuck you so bad.” He whispers against your lips before smooching them, and pulling you flush against his body. Your eyes widen when feel his cock press into you.

You slightly push him away, still feeling embarassed cause you can feel the stare of Satoru. But you fail to create much distance between you and Suguru as he stays planted, not budging.

You shake your head.

“Already skipped the morning ones, I can't be tardy. I won't go to the library today, okay? I'll come straight home.” You caress his face as he looks at you. He slowly nods, but quickly pulls you in for another kiss, slowly humping against you as his thoughts wander off to the video.

He pulls away from the kiss before kissing your forehead and stepping back.

“Have a nice day. I love you.” He sends you off, waving at you as you smile and turn to leave.

“Love you.” You quickly reply and exit the house.

Within seconds Satoru is pressed against Suguru, grabbing him and guiding him to the couch as he pushes his lips against Suguru's, tongue dipping into his as he moans.

He hums in satisfaction when he tastes you, feeling delighted.

He pulls back, taking Suguru's top off him.

“Man, I wish you had great tits like her. They're fun to grab onto.” Satoru teases making a squeezing motion in the air, causing Suguru to roll his eyes.

“They're also really fun to fuck.” Suguru flexes, which makes Satoru jealous of him.

“I want to fuck her again today, she's so god damn addicting.” Satoru mutters as he undos Suguru's pants.

“Get the shit ready. I wanna join too.” Suguru smirks.

[missmanlykink]

thoughts anyone

❀ ͏᭥ [ MDNI / INBOX / ANONS ] ─ oh i have thoughts. sorry yall i went overboard...1.3k words...oh theres fauxcest btw

[✿] ⁺ RIDING UNCLE POPE'S THIGH <33

Like the house is empty, the only people inhabiting the place are you and your uncle Pope. He's in his usual spot whenever he stays at the Cody compound, sitting in his chair in the middle of the living room. You try not to bother him when he’s wallowing in his own thoughts alone, yk? Scared to push any buttons that are combustible. Your uncle was always volatile when he was going through one of his episodes.

Quickly, you try to speed past him to retrieve your sweater from the couch. Your eyes avoid his as you put on your metaphorical blinders, as if he won’t see you either. Yet, just as your toes hit the base of the couch, Pope speaks. “Where have you been?” he says quietly, making tingles spark across every inch of your body. Your legs begin to go cold as all your movements freeze at the sound of his husky voice.

“I-I was uh—just in my room...” you gulp, hoping that the involuntary small talk wouldn’t go beyond your sentence. But, unfortunately, when you bend down to grab your sweater, something else comes from his lips. “You’ve been in your room all day long," he points out curtly. Your brows knit together in subtle shock. Surprisingly, he’s even noticed your absence, despite him being the reason for it.

“Oh, I…" I didn’t think you were paying attention,” you reply, finally turning around to face his direction. But, looking him in the eye was something you weren’t yet ready for. Staring at your sock-clad feet was far easier than facing him, being under his heavy, dark gaze. “I pay attention,” he grumbles, thick fists still by his sides and feet planted in front of him. The low groan of the ceiling fan only intensifies the fraught churn of your stomach, skin welling up in goosebumps.

Your uncle has struck you speechless. You lost the words you stocked up in preparation for a conversation in the anxious pit in the back of your brain. All you can remember to do is nod and murmur out a quick “I’ll see you later, Uncle Andrew. I’ll be back down when Jay comes home,” and rush out of the living room without looking back.

“Come back,” he orders, voice oddly soft, laced with a sweetness that makes your pores leak. The demand stops you in your tracks, and your grip on your sweater grows tighter. The beats of your heart make themselves known in your throat. His stare bores into the back of your head. There is no way you were able to escape to your room now.

You turn around to face him, obeying his demand. Looking into his light-colored eyes, they seem darker, gaze buzzing the blood in your veins. An indescribable look clouds his irises as he looks up at your beautiful, fretful body. “Come closer. M’not gonna hurt you,” he whispers in a tone that comes off as sarcastic. He knows you’ve got every right to be nervous; he likes how worked up he gets you. An evil tease.

Pope’s eyes wander down your body like it’s on display for him, tracing all the curves of your hips, stomach, thighs, and tits. His glare makes your heart race in your chest, the flutter visible in your chest as you let him ogle all of you to see. The corners of his lips quirked up for a moment before returning to their usual stiffness.

“Sit down.” You obey with hesitance, knowing it’s not the right time to question his authority over you. You start kneeling on the floor, but his hand flies to your wrist before you can get settled. “No. Right here,” he says, patting the muscle of his thick thigh like what he’s telling you to do is normal—it’s not.

“U-uncle Andrew. I-I don’t—"

“Take off your shorts and sit down."

There’s no choice but to listen. Regardless of the wrongness, you want it. Warmth twists in your gut as a wet patch in your panties soaks because of his firm words. Slowly, you nod, pulling your shorts off without a question. Pope wraps his big hands around your waist and guides you onto his thigh, warm and heavy.

Your feet plant on both sides of the legs when you take a seat, gasping out a soft whimper when your covered pussy makes contact with the taut muscle of his leg.

He’s soundless as ever. The only noise coming from him is his low breaths. His head is slightly tilted as he looks at your shaking form; your arms sit awkwardly on your lap, the walls of your throat dry, and your efforts to soothe it are lost when the pope pierces the silence—“You scared of me?”

“No..I"m n-not,” you lie blatantly, swallowing thickly while looking back and forth between both of his eyes. “I see your heart beating…” he says, lifting his hand to touch the spot where he found the erratic pulse.

“I'm..I’m just nervous,” you manage to get out, picking at the skin of your hand, but Pope is quick to stop your bad habit and replace your fingers with his. He holds it tight like he’s trying to draw out your nervousness and calm the anxiety evident all over your body. “Don’t be nervous. I won’t hurt you. I'll never hurt you.” His words are a strong contrast to the lifestyle you’ve seen him live out in front of your eyes ever since you met him.

He lets go of your hand, the weight of his hand resting on top of your hips, grip tightening as he grinds you down on the taut muscle of his meaty thigh. It’s slow and light—like he’s experimenting with you, as if you were his own test animal. You whimper at the sudden friction, hands soaring up to his broad shoulders for support involuntarily. He keeps a hand on your hips and uses the other to wander up and down the curves of your trembling body. He cups your bare tit through your tank top, coaxing out a sharp gasp from you.  

Your back arches instinctively when he squeezes the soft mounds, rolling his fingers over the hardened peaks. He takes his bottom lip between his teeth and rocks your hips again. He already feels your wetness leaking through your cute little panties. It makes him throb.

“You like that?” he rasps, tilting his head, slowly letting a heart-fluttering smirk take over his lips. “Y-yes,” you nod rapidly, swallowing harshly as the pleasure builds up in your lower tummy. The furrow of your brow makes Pope’s cock twitch in his jeans, urging him to rock you back and forth on his thighs even more. He squeezes the fat of your hips, grinding you back and forth. You whine, head dropped as the friction on your puffy, swollen clit makes your mind go dizzy with carnality. You know you shouldn’t be enjoying it this much; he’s your uncle. But the grossness of it all makes it even better.

Leaning in, he noses the base of your neck, sucking in a deep breath of your sweet sweat. Your scent hits him like a soft, feather-packed pillow, drawing out a whimper from him. He peppers soft, open-mouthed kisses down your neck and across your collarbone, warmth blooming under skin and straight down your core. You pry your eyes open, fighting off the pleasure that is forcing them shut, and you’re met with the swelled bulge in the tent of his pants. The sight makes you gush through your underwear, and Pope notices right away. “You wanna make me feel good too? Is that it?” he asks, sliding his tongue through the dip of your collarbone and putting your hand over his clothed cock.

[shoniebalognie]

We shouldn’t

Moms!Ex!Robby x R2!reader

Robby knew you were off limits, you were his ex’s daughter for gods sake and he was your boss. But when you found yourself in a not so great situation he was the first to help. With one thing leading to another the two of you finally gave into your desires.

CW: 18+ MDNI, smut, fauxcest, use of dad and kid, unprotected piv, breeding kink, oral (m/f), fingering

Note: this one kinda got away from me hehe it’s 4.6k words of pure smut, also proofreading? Never heard of her 🤭…hope yall enjoy!

You were drunk, too drunk if you were honest. But at this moment you couldn’t care less. Even though you knew this was the absolute worst coping mechanism you could’ve possibly gone with, it was one you could do alone. Not having to burden everyone with your problems. Especially after receiving a rejection about your request to switch to a surgical residency.

Which is why you found yourself in the sketchy area of downtown Pittsburgh stumbling through the crowd to get to a bathroom. Finally arriving at a free stall almost ten minutes later you sat down to relieve yourself. Leaning over your knees and taking a breath was when the spins and just how far gone you were had hit. This was when you decided to ask for help.

You couldn’t remember who was on shift so you opted for texting the ‘Pittlings group chat’ that included; Trinity, Dennis, Javadi, and Samira. Or you thought you did. In reality you had texted the full dayshift chat that was only supposed to be used during shift for work related situations. Something you meant to avoid as that chat included your boss Robby, who also happened to be your moms ex.

They were together for a decently long time, they started dating when you were 18 and fresh out of highschool. Making it until your last year of medical school before they ended things. Which made starting your clinical rotations at Robby’s hospital just slightly awkward.

But now you’re 26 and a second year resident in the PTMC ED. However, things were still slightly awkward between the two of you. This was mostly in part because your mom had cheated on him. But the other part was the fact that you had been harboring a massive crush on the man since he had started dating your mom. Something you had told no one but Trinity, who then told Dennis. Who then accidentally let it slip to Javadi who had been with Samira when he said it.

So everyone knew. But everyone also knew that Robby looked at you the same way you did him.

Which meant that when your clearly drunk text came through reading ‘SOS drunc hornyyyy ned ridee’, no one questioned Robby’s immediate response of being on his way. You weren’t sure who responded to your message barely paying attention to names, but you at least saw the response of whoever it was being 5 min out.

Heading out of the dingey building with your arms around your body for any type of heat you could generate you regretted the decision to wait outside. Your jean microskirt, black tank-top, and sheer lace over shirt did nothing to keep you warm. But you sure as hell looked hot. Scoring at least three phone numbers, including one coming from a bartender who’d given you free drinks all night.

And it was that same bartender who was calling your name while walking out to where you stood on the curb now.

“Hey! I saw you standing out here and figured I’d see if you wanted to head out together?” His proximity was way too close for your liking now that you were just wanting to go home.

“Oh uhm, no thank you” you attempted a step back, “a friend is picking me up, I’m sorry”

Whatever distance you gained was instantly lost as he followed closely. Even going as far as grabbing your wrist fairly tightly.

“Oh come on don’t be like that” he scoffed pulling you closer by where he held you, “you’ve been flirting with me all night. You can’t just lead me on like that and not expect me to want something”

His words had sobered you up in record time, words no woman wanted to hear when they were alone on a dark street. The only self defence ideas you had going for you was the fact someone was on their way, and four moves Jack had taught you when you picked up a night shift once.

“Hey look here buddy! I don’t owe you anything asshole-” you didn’t get a chance to finish your sentence before a familiar scent enveloped you from behind, at the same time your arm was freed from the bartender's grip.

“Touch her again and it’ll be the last thing you do I can promise you that” Robby’s voice wasn’t loud, but his tone told the man and everyone around that he wouldn’t take no for an answer.

“Whatever” the bartender was quick to scoff trying to seem unbothered as he shook out his arms, “the bitch isn’t hot enough for this type of effort anyway”

“The fuck did you just say to her!”

You grabbed Robby’s arm in an attempt to stop the situation from going any further. Granted you skidded a few steps in effort but you were able to at least slow him down. But he only stopped at the sound of your soft and slightly wavering voice.

“Michael please, it’s fine I just w-wanna go home” you rarely called him by his first name, so you knew it would grab his attention.

With a reluctant nod he rested a hand at your lower back guiding you to his truck that he had left at the curb. The bright flashing hazard lights caused you to stumble just a bit seeing as you still had a slight wobble to your step. Your body seemingly not as caught up on sobering like your mind had.

Attempting to step up into the truck you felt a sharp tug on the hem of your skirt holding the material down. Now that you were out of the highly stressful situation you were able to process the feeling of confusion. You weren’t exactly sure why Robby out of everyone was here, or how he even knew you needed help getting home in the first place.

“How did you-”

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing out here like this?” His sharp words cut you off, “do you know how worried I was when that text came through, and even worse when I tracked your location”

“You still have my location!?”

“That is the least of your goddamn worries right now,” Robby was pissed that much you did know, “and then you had to go and wear nothing but see through strips of fabric out here, you could’ve gotten hurt, you almost did get hurt!”

He wasn’t truly pissed about your clothing choice, you had the freedom to wear whatever you wanted. Robby was just pissed that other people got to see you and touch you like he wanted to. Even now he was trying his hardest not to stare at the way your skirt rode up your thighs, or how your breasts we’re spilling over the confines of your top.

You were his ex’s daughter for god's sake! He shouldn’t be thinking of how your soft skin and pouty lips would feel. Nor should he think about how much better you would be than your mother. But he had, he had thought about you one too many times with his fist tightly wrapped around himself. Imagining it was your hand or mouth around his aching cock choking him down instead.

So he couldn’t help but feel a little overprotective and angry about the situation he found you in. But you didn’t bother fighting back after that, you refused to be scolded like a child. Even though you ended up crossing your arms and slouching like one in his passenger seat. Going as far as to give him the silent treatment while only looking out the window the rest of the ride. Completely ignoring him until you realized the neighborhood he had pulled into was nowhere near your own.

“This isn’t my home” you grumbled, leaning forward to put your address in his GPS. Not getting very far as he slapped your hand away

“Yeah no shit sweetheart, I know where you live and you’re staying at mine tonight”

His sentence barely finished before he pulled into his driveway, reaching over and unbuckling your belt before he hopped out. Your jaw dropped open in disbelief of his curt behavior, one you hadn’t truly experienced outside of the hospital. Pulling out your phone your thumb was poised at the uber app when suddenly your door flew open. Robby stood there with an expectant look on his face.

“I’m not getting out” you refused to move, typing his address into the phone so that you could order a ride.

“Either you get out like a big girl or I make you”

You didn’t believe his words, thinking he wasn’t going to follow through and that he would just give up. But before you could hit submit on your screen, your body was manhandled out of the seat and onto your feet. A large hand gripping your bicep as he pulled you towards his front door before you could get a word out. He all but threw through his door and up to his bedroom before you were able to find the ability to speak.

“What do you think you’re doing!?”

“Take a shower, change, bed”

“You know you’re not with my mom anymore right? You don’t have to play hero with me.” You go to walk past him and out of his room, but Robby stays rooted in the doorway as an immovable statue.

“Do not make me repeat myself kid”

“Kid, seriously? I didn’t ask for your help Dad”

You were pissed that after all this time he still only saw you as a child. A realization that made your attraction to him feel so much more humiliating. But what you failed to notice in your anger was how his jaw clenched and his pupils dilated at the name you called him. No, you were too focused on his choice of words for yourself.

So out of spite you decided to listen to his previous statement, but carried out his request with an attitude. Turning to his closet you began riffling through his drawers. Throwing pieces of clothing on the floor until you found a shirt you wanted. Doing the same with his other drawers until you found a pair of boxers you felt was acceptable.

And Robby just stood there, arms crossed with a hand pinching the bridge of his nose. He was doing his best to keep his eyes on your face and not anywhere else while you bent over. But he just couldn’t help himself when a small strip of red lacy fabric caught his attention. However he quickly averted his eyes when you straightened up and turned towards the bathroom.

Stomping the whole way into his adjacent bathroom you made sure to slam the door closed, rattling the objects on his desk. If he was going to treat you like a child you were going to give him the whole act. You made sure to take an extra long shower. One that had the water running cold and condensation dripping down the mirror, and you used all of his products out of spite (desire). You also might have poured some down the drain so there wasn’t much left.

Stepping out of the now cold water you took the towel you assumed was his and wrapped it around your body, while making your way to his sink where you used his toothbrush. The heat from the shower had helped you sweat out most of the alcohol you had consumed, making you fully aware of the situation you now found yourself in.

You were alone with Robby. Something that you had been actively avoiding since he and your mom broke up. Especially since she had cheated on him and then blamed Robby for her cheating. You never understood your mom. She had a strong, handsome, well established man who treated her well and she just let it slip away. You weren’t surprised though, she was always reckless with her choices not caring who she hurt.

You wouldn’t do that to him, you would make sure he knew how much you wanted him. So with the opportunity all but dropped into your lap, you decided to take it. Drying your hair with the towel, you look at the items of clothing you brought. A worn grey northwestern shirt and a pair of boxers. Slipping on the worn piece of clothing you chose to forgo the boxers and bra before walking out in just his shirt.

Walking out of the bathroom you saw the clothes you had thrown on the floor were already picked up and Robby was nowhere to be found. But your confusion was stopped short when he came through the door carrying Tylenol and a glass of water. An action that had you feeling slightly guilty for being such a brat.

Wordlessly he went to hand you the two objects, and to his surprise instead of grabbing them you tilted your head back and opened your mouth. Robby knew what you wanted only hesitating for just a moment before dropping the two pills in your mouth and tipping the water glass to your lips.

You kept your eyes on his the whole time, watching how his own tracked the movement of your throat as you swallowed. Tracing the path rivulets of water took with his gaze as it dripped from the corners of your mouth. With a sharp inhale of breath through his nose he hurriedly took a step back. Seeming to realize just what you were doing.

But true to your original intentions, you weren’t about to let him go. For every step he took back you took one forward. Right up until his back hit the door and he had nowhere else to go.

“W-what do you think you’re doing? We can’t, c’mon kid you gotta stop” His voice shook just slightly in questioning, rising into mild panic when you dropped to your knees and ran your hands over his body.

“Again with the kid?” You roll your eyes while lifting his shirt up slightly and undoing the button on his bottoms. Nuzzling your face into the thick patch of dark hair that trailed his soft stomach, “relax dad, moms not here anymore and I am not a child”

Pressing featherlight kisses to his now exposed skin, you watched as the bulge at the front of his underwear grew and jump at the name you used once more. Running your nose over the coarse hair, you took a deep inhale before pulling his boxers down. His heavy cock bobbed up when released from the fabric. You paused for just a moment as you studied him. He was bigger than you imagined, his flushed and angry tip was trailed by a large vein that disappeared into dense and unruly curls at his base

“So fucking big dad” Tucking the band behind his balls you wrapped your hand around him while looking up at his face.

Pressing a kiss to his cock, Robby hisses at the sensation clenching his fists to stop himself from pushing you down further. He was almost refusing to look at you, not allowing himself to give in. So you lifted his cock up, making room for you to take his balls into your mouth. Suckling the smooth skin and rolling them around with your tongue.

“Oh fuck, please” you weren’t sure what he was begging for, but you knew he was finally breaking.

Releasing his balls you dragged your tongue, broad and flat, from base to tip in one smooth motion. Running your tongue under the ridge of his cockhead, watching a shudder flow through his body.

“Did mommy ever touch you like this?” You ask wile collecting his leaking precum and spreading it over his length as he shakes his head, “no, I didn’t think so, she never took care of you like I will. I can take it, I’m a big girl now, remember?”

He opened his mouth to reply, whatever thoughts he had quickly dissipated as you finally took him into your mouth. Taking him as far as you could manage, which to his surprise was all the way down until your nose found its way tucked into his coarse hairs once more. Robby couldn’t control how his hands flew up into your hair holding you there as your throat tightened around him when you attempted to swallow.

“Holy fuck, just like that sweetheart”

His hold loosened for you to move off and take a breath, trying his best to let you set the pace. Almost releasing your hair all the way before you moved his hand back into your hair, silently giving him permission to use you.

With both hands now rested against the back of your head he started off slow and shallow. But when your hands that rested on his legs pulled him forward in a jerking motion, he understood what you were telling him. It didn’t take him long to build confidence. Hitting the back of your throat with each thrust, drool leaking from the corners of your mouth.

One of your own hands let go of his legs and came to your throbbing clit. Rubbing tight circles as your cunt clenched around nothing. Moans vibrated from your mouth and onto his throbbing cock pushing Robby close to the edge. He quickly yanked your mouth off with a curse. A small whine left your own mouth from the absence. You went to complain but his hands scooped you from under your armpits and threw you onto the bed.

“Shit sweetheart, you trying to get yourself off while sucking dad’s cock?”

He stepped out of his pants and threw his shirt to the other side of the room, you doing the same with your own. Gripping the back of your thighs Robby lifts your bottom off the bed with a renewed fervor he didn’t have before. A moment passed of Robby just taking in the sight of your glistening cunt before leaning forward and sucking your clit into his mouth with deadly accuracy.

“Oh fuck Robby! Just like that !” A cry sounded around the room as he pulled off and gave a stinging slap to your puffy cunt.

“Don’t call me Robby, not now, not after you’ve been playing out your little fantasy this whole time”

“M’sorry, p-please don’t stop!”

“Then what do we say sweetheart?” Robby caressed the back of your thighs with his hands as he waited for your answer.

“I-I’m sorry dad”

You watched with wide eyes as he smirked in approval before spitting onto your clit. Taking two fingers to spread it around, and plunging those same fingers into your entrance with no warning. The absurd squelching noise that came from where he shoved his fingers into you made your cheeks bright red.

“All this for me?” Robby’s words were followed by the crook of his fingers, as he watched your cunt greedily swallow his fingers “such a dirty girl, practically begging her dad to fuck her. What would your momma say if she could see you now?”

You shook your head playing into the idea of getting caught, Robby chuckled watching you. Leaning forward he placed his mouth on your clit once more. His beard adding a delicious friction to your already sensitive skin. The combination of his movements had your impending orgasm building at lightning speed. He was hitting a spot you could never reach yourself, over and over again.

With your toes curled and hands twisted into the sheets, an unfamiliar feeling followed the tight flutter of your walls. You didn’t think much of it assuming it was because you hadn’t been with someone in a while. But by the squirm of your body, Robby knew exactly what was happening. Doubling down in his efforts he was the only one not surprised by the rush of fluid that coated his tongue and beard when your orgasm finally took over.

You on the other hand had no idea what just happened. At the first release of your peak, pleasure had completely overtaken your senses and ability to process your surroundings. So when you felt an obscene amount of wetness soak your thighs, all you could do was let out the most pornographic moan you had ever made. Mouth babbling nonsense as Robby kept fingering you. Not stopping until he felt your cunt relax around his hand.

Slipping his fingers out he set them into his mouth and licked them clean, savoring the taste. You however, were already halfway fucked dumb laying silent on the bed in an attempt to catch your breath. But before you could fully get comfortable Robby gripped your hips and flipped you onto your front. Arching your back as he manipulated your knees under you. Feeling his fingers trace your sensitive and overstimulated flesh your body tried to pull away.

“Ah ah ah, you’re the one who wanted to be treated like a big girl, but after only one orgasm you’re already falling asleep?” he chastised your behavior as you struggled to keep your eyes open, “gotta stay awake if you’re going to prove you can take it”

“Please d-dad, I-I can d-do it” your words were hiccuped and sluggish as they left your lips.

“Then take a nice big breath for me sweetheart”

Notching his cock at your cunt, as soon as he heard your lungs fill with air Robby pushed the entirety of his length into you. Smirking at the sound of that same air leaving your lungs at the impact. You had never felt so full before. He was bigger than any other partner you’ve had and you were struggling to hold onto your sanity.

Robby, noticing your intense focus, pulled back until only his tip rested inside you. Letting you catch a false sense of security before thrusting his cock back into you. Doing this a handful of times before creating a consistent deep and brutal pace.

“Feel so fucking good baby,” the new endearment slipped from his lips, “so much better than your mom, taking me better than she ever could”

Your cunt clenched at his words, choking his cock as he bullied it through your walls. His thick cockhead pressing against your cervix with each thrust, almost painfully so. But you were determined to show him that you could handle it. Robby knowing just how much you wanted to prove yourself pushed just a little harder than normal.

With one hand at your hip and the other pressing between your shoulder blades, he created a deep arch in your spine. Your noises were muffled by the mattress with every thrust, but just when you were starting to get comfortable in this position Robby once again effortlessly maneuvered your body. This time ending up on your back once more, but this time with both legs hooked over his shoulders.

Barely getting a breath in before sinking himself into your heat. This new position had you swearing that you felt him in your stomach. Low moans clawed their way up your throat as words were unable to form under the sheer pleasure that filled your body. Each snap of his hips sent a lewd reverberating smack throughout the room as his balls hit your bottom

“Would you look at that, poor thing can barely fit me but you’re doing so well sweetheart” his tone was slathered in honey but still slightly condescending.

You didn’t understand what he meant until he set a hand at your lower stomach, as he pressed down just slightly there was an increase in the pressure you felt as he fucked up into you. Peeking your eyes open you saw what he was so mesmerized with. A fairly prominent bulge was puffing up in your lower stomach with every single movement.

Throwing your head back, you reached a hand down placing it on top of his. A moment later you felt his pace pause just a moment and the stretch of your thighs pulled as he leaned over for just a moment. Eyes screwing shut while his cock pressed against the deepest part it could reach as you heard him grab something. You didn't think much of it before he resumed his movements, restarting at a rougher pace.

“Tell me how good you feel right now” Robby’s voice rattled around your otherwise empty brain.

“S’good, feels s’good”

“Now tell me, fuck, whose the only one who can touch you like this from now on”

“Y-you dad, o-only you” the clench of your cunt began building as your second orgasm crept up. Robby angling his hips to bullying that one spot he knew would have you waking the neighbors.

“That’s right baby, and your gonna let dad fuck a baby into you aren’t you? Give your momma a grandkid with her ex”

A resounding ‘yes please’ came in a high pitched mewl, as his words were paired with the start of a thumb circling your clit at the same pace his cock was moving.

“Open your eyes and say it to the camera baby”

Your eyes flew open watching how he moved the phone from where it had been recording the slick movements of his cock up to your face. That was the exact moment that your body decided to tip over the edge. Seizing up every single moral you could’ve possibly held onto and threw it out the window.

“Yes please, I want dad to give me a baby so bad!” Your sentence was spoken straight to the camera as he zoomed in.

He held it there for just one moment before setting it to the side while still recording. Grabbing your hips with both hands he brought your hips back to meet his thrusts. Your mouth hung open in a silent ‘o’ as his motions prolonged your orgasm. You were on the verge of tears when he finally let out a graveled grunt.

“Fuck baby! That’s it keep squeezing just like that ” he pressed forward bending you in half before seizing your lips with his for the first time that night. You felt the white hot ropes of his cum coat your walls as he lets out his own noises, letting them get swallowed up in your kiss.

Pressing himself deep as his hips continued with shallow thrusts, lips never leaving yours. Swiping his at the seam of your mouth you opened up, tasting the slight tang left over from yourself on his tongue. It was a long time before either of you came up for air. And an even longer time before he shut off the recording and went to grab a warm damp cloth from the bathroom.

After cleaning the both of you up, Robby settled in beside you promising to talk more in the morning about what this means. He made mention of how he didn’t deserve you, how it was wrong for him to do this and he should be the better example. Shushing his doubts, you told him that no one would have to know. The two of you fell asleep not long after that.

However, you had woken up at around 3am to the sound of soft snores leaving Robby's lips and the low volume of the tv in the living room. Getting an idea you sat up you searched for his phone. Unlocking it you saw how the old man didn’t have a lock on it, so you didn’t feel bad when you rifled through his photos and sent yourself the video he took.

After another moment of holding his phone you decided to send that video to a contact he still had in his phone but hadn’t messaged in years. You typed in your mothers name before hitting send. Waiting until the message said read and three little dots appeared before you hit block and delete. Setting it over on the bedside table, you silenced your own ringing cell before tucking yourself back into his side and falling back asleep.

[annsfics]

♡ rabbot sm!au ♡

[yournamesnob]

payback's a robina-bitch

no cause this stirred something within me and I had to cook. full credit to @imnolongerasullengirl for the inspo

Pairing: Dr. Robby x f!reader (ft. Jack Abbot x f!reader)

Word count: 8.5k

CW: explicit sexual content, nsfw, 18+, mdni

Tags/warnings: mean!reader, inaccurate medical/hospital processes, social worker!reader, Noelle Hastings mentioned (lil canon divergence duh), explicit age gap (reader is 25, Robby's in his 50s), flirting, inappropriate workplace relationship, dry humping (reader is "asleep" and uses Robby to get off), fingering, hand job, masturbation, phone sex, oral (m receiving), hurt/comfort, pathetic!robby you will always be my everything

Summary: You've had enough of Robby running through women with his bullshit "seven week itch", so after he breaks Noelle's heart, you decide to mess with him to give him a taste of his own medicine

a/n: unhinged!reader you will always be famous to me!!

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You've had enough by the third day in a row Noelle calls you on her way out of work to complain about Robby.

In all fairness, it's your own fault for having allowed her to go out with him instead of nipping it in the bud the second you noticed her eyebrows shoot up and her mouth turn upwards into a flirty smirk.

Ugh if you could go back in time, you would've slapped the ever living shit out of both of them, her for falling for it and him...for literally just existing.

Luckily for you, you got put on night shift rotation soon after they started...hanging out. Cause, even at his old ass age of fifty plus years, chief attending Michael Robinavitch "doesn't date”.

"We're just keeping it casual". Ah yes, famous last words for an anxiously attached, perfect princess that is Noelle Hastings.

It doesn't matter how smart someone is, no one prepares you for how stupid “getting dicked down good”, her words, not yours, will make you. You honestly wish you could scrub the memory of her coming down to the ED almost every single second of the day with the most obnoxious excuses just so that she could talk to him.

It made you gag involuntarily every time, earning you a sharp slap on the arm from her and a curious side glance from Dana. After a few days of torture, your boss needed to switch you out to nights, their resident recluse social worker that tended to take the shifts having to take a sudden leave of absence and since your other coworker had just become a dad, it was literally down to you.

The joys of being single and unattached.

So you'd made the switch, getting to escape the horror that was seeing them interact in person, but still getting an hour long debrief every night while you got ready to clock in. 

You're certain this is how they're going to torture you when you inevitably end up in hell and this is just a preview.

"And then he texted that he needed space, that this just isn't working for him anymore! Can you believe him?"

Yes, yes you can.

You sigh into the phone, not really knowing what to say to comfort her since...you both knew of his reputation before she jumped into bed with him.

So you settle on—"I'm sorry, babe. He's an idiot who clearly doesn't know what he's throwing away."

The words sound foreign to you when you say them. They're rehearsed, recycled from all the other times you've had to give her the same reassurance over and over again.

Truth be told, Noelle is also a part of the problem, so focused on being the one to break his pattern that she also fell victim to her own self-destructive nature.

"I just—I feel like I'm crazy, you know? Like what the fuck is wrong with me? I'm forty-two for fuck's sake! I should not be feeling this—this—ugh!"

That pulls a little giggle out of you. It's always funny to you when, no matter her age and maturity, she ends up in situations that make her feel just as silly and confused as your twenty-five year old ass. 

"Hey!" you check her. "You did nothing wrong...aside from sleeping with him when you knew he was emotionally unavailable—" she whines, forcing another laugh from you. "He's the problem. He should just make peace with dying alone and not bother anyone else for the rest of his miserable life."

You hear her let out a laugh that unmistakably crumbles into a sob. Fuck, you feel so bad. You wish you could comfort her, wish you could be a good friend to her, but the truth is...you honestly don't know how.

So you joke.

"And hey, maybe some hot piece of ass will cross his path and give him a taste of his own medicine, he's bound to run into someone with an even worse avoidant attachment than him."

You chuckle nervously.

The line goes uncharacteristically quiet.

Ominous.

You tap your phone screen to make sure you haven't lost her.

The call's timer continues on.

And then—

"Why don't you do it?"

After a five minute long string of apologies and desperately trying to let you know that she didn't mean for it to come across as questioning your character—which ouch, to say the least—Noelle finally let you get a word in.

"Yeah why not."

You would've given anything to see the shock on her face in person but the thick silence that followed your admission would have to do for now.

In all honesty, you've been looking for another project to keep you entertained through the rigorousness and emotional weight that came from working as a social worker. All your empathy went to making sure your patients got the best care and support possible, so being given a reason to do something just a little mean?

Worth the possible humiliation, and even then, you could just go back to working nights and escape having to deal with him ever again.

Yeah you definitely needed to work on your avoidance…but that could wait.

Convincing your boss to let you switch to days wasn’t hard. You’d asked one of your coworkers who owed you a favor to switch with you, claim he needed to do something, you honestly couldn’t care, for seven weeks and that they needed to change around their hours.

It works flawlessly.

So after one more night shift and two days to get your body back on track for days, you were making your way into the ED for your 8 am call time for the first time in years.

And immediately…you desperately miss the night shift.

You’ve had to work closely with some of the day shift doctors and nurses throughout your tenure, but it was always just one or two per shift, drenched in the pace and culture of the night shift—a little weird but also very chill—so now having to deal with all of them…it was a shock to the system to say the least.

Santo’s anger, Whitaker’s “nice guy” persona, McKay’s righteousness, Ogilvie’s…everything; it’s a lot to take in constantly. You cherish getting to work with the more level headed ones and constantly have to bite your tongue when Robby reprimands them.

Michael Robinavitch is…the universe’s response to you, all ego and fragile masculinity.

You can see the appeal, rugged around the edges, like a home renovation project you know will ultimately cost you your entire life’s savings but maybe, just maybe, you’ll find original hardwood floors underneath the disgusting plastic panelling the last landlord installed.

Jokes on everyone because you’re investing in this house to tear it all down.

You spend the first week observing, calculating, making friends and getting as much gossip as you can from the loves of your life, Perlah and Princess. If either of them know about your reputation, neither lets it be known, eager to actually talk shop with someone from nights who can fill in the gaps to the gossip that has gone incomplete for the past year.

So you do, you trade information for loyalty, something that Dana clocks right away.

She tries to shoo you away constantly, begging you not to distract her staff, but that doesn’t stop you from joining their group chat, bringing them coffee, joining them for bottomless margaritas after their shift.

The doctors aren’t any different either, loose tongues spewing little comments about Robby’s deteriorating behavior ever since Pitt Fest almost a year ago.

For a second you feel bad, all of his outbursts clearly stemming from the trauma of the event…and after you learn that his mentor passed away that same day, well the whole picture makes much more sense.

How Noelle ever thought that she could fix him is beyond you.

There’s nothing to fix, only a shell of a man that literally doesn’t know where he’s going anymore or even if he wants to keep going in any direction.

You do wonder if you might start pushing him too far, what his reaction could be if what you do actually pushes him over the edge. You try to inquire about support systems and even therapy…but he’s literally raw dogging his illness.

All you really can do is tell Jack to be ready if anything happens.

Which you’re sure won’t.

Robby’s too narcissistic for it.

God’s gift to medicine and all that.

He’s a lonely bachelor. Afraid of the silence. Overwhelmed by the noise. Just a ball of stress and anxiety and everything that makes your chest tighten and your breathing hitch in the worst way possible.

But fuck it.

Just because you can excuse away his behavior doesn’t mean you should just let it slide.

The bigger issue now is…how to get him to become interested in you?

You honestly don’t know how you can compete with Noelle.

She’s the total package—beautiful, successful, age appropriate—there’s no way you can—

“I’ve never seen you before.”

Of course…all men are exactly the same.

You don’t even deign him with a glance his way, simply continue filling out the chart in your hands.

“That’s good,” you joke. “I’d be worried if you had, there’s thousands of people working in the hospital, it would be creepy if you knew every single person.”

You hear him smirk, shifting closer to you until your arms touch.

Oh this is going to be absurdly easy.

“I’m Dr. Robinavitch,” he awkwardly extends his hand towards you. “But everyone just calls me Robby.”

That’s when you turn to look at him, a shy yet genuine smile tugging at your lips. You shake his hand, making sure to linger just enough as you tell him your name in return.

You can see his brain working overtime to commit it to memory.

You finally let go of his hand when Dana calls out to him, incoming trauma, two minutes out, multi-car pileup.

Oh boy, that’s gonna be a shit show.

You feel him wince, taking off his hoodie in preparation for the marathon he’s about to run. You can’t help but ogle, the way his scrub top lifts ever so slightly, exposing his soft belly underneath.

You breathing hitches ever so slightly, but he catches it, catches you. Hook.

He grins, his beautiful crows feet framing his tired eyes. Line.

Your cheeks heat up. You advert your gaze, shame bubbling ever so slightly.

“Good luck,” you tell him, running away before the ED devolves into even more chaos.

He’s too slow, watching you go as the world around him disappears for just a second, realization dawning on him that he didn’t get your number.

Sinker.

He doesn’t ask anyone for your number.

You know because no one has come up to you to ask if you’re okay with the chief of the emergency department having direct access to you.

So you just wait.

You know you’ll run into him again eventually, but every time you go down to the ED after the car crash leaves you empty. You don’t run into him even once. You barely even catch glimpses of him walking the floor and catching up with his residents.

If he’s straight up avoiding you, there’s simply no way to know.

So you’re left to manufacture your own luck, unfortunately.

You know about their park beer tradition.

So you linger. Gross.

Day shift ends at seven. There’s charting and handovers and…whatever old men do when they don’t have a reason to go home so they stick around for way longer than they have to.

It’s about nine when you notice the day shift start to thin out so you take your chance, pretending to be engrossed in your phone as you loiter around the public entrance to the ED. It’s five minutes later when Donnie, Perlah, Santos, Samira and Whitaker step out, two six packs in hand.

“Hey, transplant!” Donnie greets you, the nickname causing you to roll your eyes playfully. In another life, you could’ve been great friends. “Wanna join us?”

He lifts up a pack so that you’ll catch his drift.

You pretend to think about it for two seconds until they catch your drift, devolving into a gaggle of laughter and pent up energy.

You follow them across the street to the park, settling next to Perlah as you try to ask her about her day in Tagalog, gotta keep up with them somehow.

Small talk is lively and you can literally feel the energy shift as they unload the horrible things that happened to them.

You listen, intently and surprisingly engaged, as Donnie and Santos reenact the scene for you.

“Oh my god? That’s actually fucked up.”

Everyone laughs, everyone drinks, everyone feels better.

And then silence falls.

It’s like your body knows he’s behind you before anyone gives you a heads up.

“Want one, cap?” Donnie asks him but you’re certain he declines because all he says is your name, practically begging you to turn to look at him.

You do, pretending to be a doe caught in headlights, your favorite move honestly.

“Ready to go?”

Your brows scrunch in confusion briefly before you catch the meaning in his words.

Oh wow. You did not think he was going to be so forward.

Okay, this makes it even easier for you.

“Yeah!”

You detach yourself from Perlah and Samira, saying goodbye to everyone and chugging the last of your now warm beer before adding it to the tower you’ve constructed. When it doesn’t topple over, you all erupt into a chorus of cheers.

You bow dramatically, cheeks hot, heart beating out of your chest.

“I’ll catch you guys later,” you wave goodbye, grabbing your tote and walking away from the group towards your apartment, not even bothering to wait for Robby to catch up, because you just know he’s following.

He settles into a comfortable pace beside you two blocks later, after a long internal battle with himself to follow through or back out. He still can, you know for a fact he won’t do anything to you in this state, even if you’re perfectly fine only having had one beer.

His arm bumps against yours, his towering frame inadvertently making you drool a little.

“I didn’t know I had an escort tonight,” you chuckle, the double meaning of your words clearly making him choke on a breath.

You giggle, enjoying his lack of game. It’s all a ploy, you know that much. Pretend to be shy and like he doesn’t know what he’s doing—it’s definitely disarming.

“What can I say,” he huffs. “Would you like me to make up a lie about crime rising in the city or how a lady as lovely as yourself should definitely not be walking alone at night?”

Your cheeks burn. Jesus fuck, he’s good.

“Well, considering I usually take the bus and decided to walk only because a grown ass man such as yourself doesn’t drive a car—”

He lets out a gasp in mock offense. “Hey, it would be irresponsible for me to drive after working for more than twelve hours.”

It’s a line, definitely. Yet it works.

You stop abruptly, giving him the reaction he craves.

He turns to you then, a little concerned, definitely still strung up from all that pent up energy that won’t leave him, ready to get right back into crisis mode—

“That’s…so hot.”

His features soften as your words process.

He shoots you a shy smile in return. “Don’t know about that—”

“What, you don’t think empathy is sexy?”

He looks down at his shoes then, finding them incredibly interesting all of a sudden.

“I don’t think I’m…it doesn’t matter. Point is,” he looks back up at you, like a lost puppy that’s begging you to get him off the street. “I prefer to walk.”

You don’t hesitate, stepping up to him, getting all up in his personal space, arms wrapping around his torso, standing on your tip toes so that you can be as close to his mouth as possible.

“Well, I don’t have to think,” you whisper over his lips. “I just know.”

You watch him close his eyes, mouth hanging open just slightly, body just barely leaning forward into you. 

He wants you to do it.

You smirk, your lips right there—

He almost falls flat on his face as you swiftly detach yourself from him.

“I’m starving, Dr. Robby,” you whine. 

It takes him a second to regain his composure. You’re certain he’s thanking every single deity that it’s just the two of you right now because he definitely looks pathetic.

“Wanna get some food?” He clears his throat, the pink on his ears a clear sign that he’s just not okay.

You nod, biting back a grin, threading his hand in yours and pulling him towards the 24-hour diner up ahead.

You spend the rest of the week doing the awkward dance around your feelings.

You’re certain he’s made up his mind about you, waiting for you to take the leap and put him out of his misery for good.

But you don’t.

You keep him on his toes, questioning whether your touches are simply friendly or not, desperate for you to help him find some relief from the lust that has started to build up inside of him.

It’s a Saturday when you finally put your plan into motion.

You’re over at his, a pizza and a pint of ice cream shared while watching a movie. Such a domestic night. If you didn’t know any better, it’d look like the two of you were in a relationship.

You’ve “fallen asleep” as the credits roll, body falling onto his in the process. You can feel his heart speed up as you cuddle into him, head resting snugly over his chest as your leg drapes over his crotch.

He’s already hard under the blanket, it’s why he draped it over his legs in the first place, but you managed to burrow yourself under it quickly, reveling in how he tensed painfully as you did so, your warmth on his body overwhelming.

You’ll give it to Robby, his restraint has been astounding. He hasn’t even tried to kiss you yet, luckily for you. You wait until his heart returns to normal, until he lulls himself into a false sense of security, until he doesn’t try to move you or wake you up. 

He’s enjoying this just as much as you are.

It’s when he settles, arms wrapped around you softly, enjoying your closeness, that you strike.

You move your hips, a sleepy jerk at first.

It’s exhilarating.

His heart picks up again, arms lifting off your body for deniability, but you don’t wake up. Instead, you adjust, further onto him, practically straddling him now.

Your crotch rubs over his, the thin fabric of his boxers that he’s lent you so that you can sleep more comfortably doing nothing to stop him from feeling just how warm you are down there.

He stifles a groan, his dick practically screaming at him for some relief. He’s decked himself out in sweatpants and a long sleeve, practically covering up every inch of skin in an attempt to not come across as a creep.

And what have you done?

The exact opposite, wearing his shirt, his underwear, and nothing else.

He should feel elated that you’re so comfortable around him, but right now, with your folds practically rubbing against him, he’s reminded of just how depraved he is.

You hum softly, satisfyingly as your clit rubs against his length.

There’s no way this is actually happening, that you know what you’re doing, right?

When you don’t wake yourself up, Robby settles down a little, allowing himself the simple indulgence of feeling you, of being used for your pleasure.

Your mouth hangs open just against his neck. He can feel the little pants, the neediness—

He just wants to help, he needs to.

So he shakes you awake.

“Honey,” the word rumbles against your ear. “Need you to stop doing that.”

You “blink awake”, catching yourself in the act, mortification flooding your face instantly.

“Oh my god I am so sorry,” you go to leap off him but his hands instantly stop you, pressing you roughly against him.

You moan, hands coming up to bunch in the fabric of his shirt.

“Robby—” you pant, real shame bubbling in your gut, a spark of excitement rushing through your body. 

He shushes you gently, slowly moving you over his dick, the pressure just right.

“Fuck.” You actually want to cum now. A nice side effect from all of your scheming.

He manages a chuckle, eyes locked on you, desperate to watch you come undone over him, against him, because of him.

“That’s it,” he groans. “Use me, baby, such a good girl.”

So you put on a good show for him.

Your mouth hangs open in a perpetual oh, your hips begin to roll in tandem with his own, your hands caress his shoulders, making their way around his neck to rake your fingernails on the nape, scratching right where you’ve seen him do to himself many times before.

He shivers then, his legs shaking, core tightening as he spasms beneath you. Dampness seeps through his sweatpants, his arms snaking around your back to pull you in, press you tightly against his chest as his head falls into the crook of your neck.

He moans through his orgasm, hissing only when his dick has gone soft and you’re still putting pressure on it, your own release evading you.

“Oh baby,” he coos condescendingly and you desperately have to lock up your heart as to not fall for it. “Let me help you.”

One of his hands snakes underneath the waistband of the boxers you’re wearing, his pointer and middle finger pinching at your clit. You yelp, body jerking away from his hand but you’re so close to him that there’s nowhere to run.

So you settle on him harder, causing him just as much pain as he’s causing you.

He chuckles against your skin, moving on from pinching to rolling the pads of his fingers gently now, your own pleasure slowly building back up from there.

“Robby,” you huff into his ear, gooey and needy. “Please…please, oh god please may I cum—”

He doesn’t respond with words, instead he just picks up the pace, swishing his touch from side to side until you’re a heaving, panting mess, your core clenching around nothing and exploding in unbelievable pleasure.

Your orgasm washes over you swiftly, your own release mixing with his own, getting the two of you even more messy and worked up than before.

You slump against him, breathing heavily as you try to match your breathing with his own. He’s actually lovely, drawing gentle circles over your thighs, holding you against his warmth until you’re ready.

Eventually, you peel yourself back, a dopey smile on your face

“Hi,” Robby blushes.

“Hey,” you roll your eyes, causing him to laugh in response at your brattiness.

“Alright, whatever,” he can’t stop laughing, a sound so foreign to him that it breaks his heart a little. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

You nod, making no attempt to get off him, desperate to hold onto him like glue. And to your surprise, he doesn’t seem to care, letting himself get swept away in the fantasy of intimacy.

So obviously, you have to avoid him now at all costs.

Every time you’re called down to the ED, you make sure to sneak away before he can even notice you. If you’re working on one of his cases, you’re professional and to the point, never meeting his eyes knowing a knowing smirk awaits you.

By the fourth day of you ignoring him at the hospital and dismissing his texts, you know he’s desperate. It’s why, when a hand wraps around your wrist, pulling you sharply into a supply closet, the little gasp that escapes you is more thrill than surprise.

Strong hands roam your body greedily as you barely hear the door shut, the lock latching afterwards.

He doesn’t even try to kiss your lips, instead, he focuses on leaving a sloppy, desperate trail down your neck as he towers over you.

“Robby,” you whine, voice shaky already. “What’re you—fuck, what’re you doing?”

He grins against your collarbone. “What’s it look like?”

You shiver, a breath getting caught in your chest as you try to stand your ground.

“We’re at work.”

“So?”

It’s your own fault really.

You could push him away, could set down strong boundaries and tell him to fuck off…

But you don’t.

You get swept up in the desperation, in his neediness, in just how special he’s made you with his attention.

His hand snakes beneath your skirt before you can even think of how to respond, your very cheeky choice of not wearing any shorts underneath a blessing in disguise as his fingers swiftly pull your panties to the side to run along your folds.

You whimper, legs turning to jelly as he positions his own in between them to hold you up.

“Oh baby, you’re so wet,” he groans against your ear, teeth nipping at your earlobe. “Did you miss me too?”

You nod, biting down on your lip to stop the moans from escaping.

“Gonna cum all over my fingers?” He accentuates by sliding his middle finger into you, your walls clenching around it sinfully. “Of course you are, so good for me.”

Tears begin to swell in your eyes as his pointer finger joins in, his movements leisurely and mean. He barely curls them, barely gives you any relief that isn’t for his own enjoyment.

“Robby…you’re being…you’re being mean,” you whine. “Please—”

That gets a belly laugh from him in return, cruel now.

“Oh baby, you thought I was just gonna give you what you wanted? After you ignored me for four days?”

“I wasn’t—I got busy.”

You’re panting now, voice barely recognizable as he continues to torture you.

He shakes his head. “No, you’re not that good a liar, baby,” he curls and you clench. “I’ve seen you around, seen how you run off when you see me—so now I’m gonna take my time.”

The tears fall, your makeup running down your cheeks along with them. He preens at the sight, mouth kissing over your cheekbone lightly to taste the salty streaks.

He groans at the taste, slamming you back against the wall a little harder, his fingers picking up the pace, lodging themselves inside of you and wriggling them against your g-spot relentlessly.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck Robby shit—” you bite down on his bicep to muffle your moans. He hisses, the pain only spurring him on apparently.

Jesus fucking Christ, maybe you have finally found a worthy opponent.

You’re coming undone in seconds, his harshness only turning you on quicker, causing your orgasm to spring up on you suddenly. You’re shaking so hard you’re certain the shelves are vibrating around you.

He chuckles darkly, taking advantage of your blissed out state to wrap his lips just below your ear, right on your pulse point, sucking a purple mark onto your skin.

Once he’s satisfied and you’ve stopped shaking, he finally pulls back, watching you though lust clouded eyes as you continue to pant. You stare up at him, shaking your head incredulously.

It isn’t until he steps forward, his crotch pressing against your lower abdomen that you snap back to the present.

Robby’s big, unsurprising giving his…everything. The first time you felt it you had to pretend like you hadn’t noticed, all so that your heart wouldn’t give out. But now…now you want to drop to your knees and take him right into your mouth, alleviate—

His phone rings, invading your little pocket of deviancy.

He hisses loudly, annoyance exploding through every nerve in his body. You giggle, teasingly raking your nails along his exposed skin. He shivers under you but picks up the phone.

Emergency, obviously, it comes with the territory.

Even though it’s five minutes out, they’re scrambling, looking for him. He huffs in distress, nodding along to whatever Dana’s saying. Meanwhile, you distract yourself by peppering his jaw and neck with kisses, torturing him at his own game.

He hangs up the phone, making sure to settle you back down on your own two feet gently before he kisses your temple and walks to the door.

You’re supposed to let him go, keep your mysterious persona alive, you know that and yet—

Your hand reaches out for him, stopping him before he can leave.

He turns to you, brows scrunched in both confusion and hope?

“Five minutes out?”

He catches your drift instantly, his cock twitching in his scrubs painfully.

You step forward, staring up at him through your lashes, taking in how his shoulders drop, how his face relaxes, how his eyes close and his mouth hangs open just slightly as your nails flutter just above his bellybutton, pulling at his scrub top and his undershirt.

Pulling the fabric from where they’re tucked into his pants, you make a point to trace his belly, humming satisfactorily as he shivers beneath your touch. He doesn’t move, doesn’t dare touch you, doesn’t even dare breathe or make a single sound.

Your left hand reaches underneath the elastic, swiftly pulling the fabric out before it wraps around the base of his length. He’s thick and hot and perfectly heavy in your palm, the hair around him only adding to his attractiveness.

Fuck, you have got to pull yourself together. This is definitely getting away from you, soon this won’t just be about playing with your food and your heart aches at the thought.

He hisses at the contact, eyes shooting open to land on yours, and the second they do, you make a show of spitting on your right hand swiftly replace your other with it.

The slick makes it so easy to stroke him, putting just the right amount of pressure against his hardness as you slowly pull his boxers and pants off to his mid thighs so that you can work more comfortably.

The cold hospital air hits his throbbing tip and he twitches against your palm, precum leaking from him and combining with your spit. You run your hand over his head, pulling a sinful hiss from him as he finally pounces, strong hands grabbing a hold of your plush hips to steady himself.

You pick up the pace in response, Robby’s legs tensing beautifully as his breathing picks up, little pants and huffs escaping his lips in tandem with your movements.

“Baby—need to—fuck—”

He doesn’t get to beg as you feel him close, right on the precipice. And because you love the cleaning staff and wish them no harm ever, you drop to your knees in an instant, mouth opening and taking his tip against your tongue as he spills, hot and heavy, against the back of your throat.

He looks almost angelic as he cums. Groans filling the tiny room freely, hands tangling in your hair, not pushing or pulling, just there. Grounding, as if he can’t believe this is actually real and not some sick fantasy.

With one whole minute to spare, he finally catches his breath, his cock limping against your tongue as you run the muscle over his slit. To clean him up, obviously, not to watch him whine pathetically as the overstimulation makes him tense up.

That’s when he pulls, a sharp tug of your hair so that you stop. You beam up at him, placing a final kiss to his tip before you oblige and get back up to your feet.

He has no words for you, only answering with an unbelieving shake of the head as he massages your scalp while you tuck him back into his underwear and secure his pants with a neat little bow.

That’s when he kisses you.

Fuck.

You’re certain if his eyes were open he’d see your own bug out of your skull.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

You don’t kiss him back, you can’t, you won’t, you—

Luckily he doesn’t linger, it’s just a soft peck, one that doesn’t evolve, doesn’t become greedy. It’s just…grateful. You fucking hate it.

He pulls back just as soon as it started, an uncharacteristically dopey smile on his face.

You roll your eyes. “Wipe that off or they’ll know something’s up.”

“Well, down now thanks to you.”

Your eyes widen in shock at his words, his carefree attitude something you’ve never seen from him before.

He chuckles at your reaction, unlocking the door and peeking his head out to check for witnesses before he steps out.

He winks back at you, a silent gesture to let you know the ball is in your court.

The second he’s gone you curl in on yourself.

Fuck.

It takes you a while to figure out how to proceed.

You’re past the halfway mark by now, just three more weeks and he’ll be getting ready to toss you to the curb. At least that’s what you’ve been told from multiple sources.

It turns out Robby’s got a trail of broken hearts longer than his…the point is, you know you have to keep him interested, throw him a bone every now and then, so you do.

You let him get comfortable again in your little after work routine, go out to dinner with him, let him cop a feel under the table, let him revel in the little marks he’s left on your neck and chest like badges of honor.

But he starts to get a little too comfortable, too regulated with your routine. So you shake things up every now and then. You feel so awful when you can’t see him, some shifts ending way earlier than his now that you’ve got him hooked on you. 

Which is why you compromise—

You: [sent a photo]

You know he’s losing his mind when he calls you in response exactly two minutes later.

“You know, I didn’t think so earlier, but you are definitely trying to kill me.”

You chuckle, a little seductive, definitely dismissive. “Is it working?”

He doesn’t answer with words, just a low, guttural groan that has you shifting under the covers.

“Doctor Robinavitch, are you touching yourself while on the phone with one of your employees?”

You just know his entire face and neck are beet red now. 

He moans in response. “Aren’t you?”

You giggle. “Would you like me to?”

“I would like for you to come over…” he pants, an opening.

You sigh, reaching over to your bedside drawer and pulling out your vibrator, turning it on so that he can hear the humming on the other side of the line as your answer to that question.

He whines, a little dramatic for your liking but you’ll take it. After the shit he pulled in the storage closet, you’re definitely not going over anytime soon.

You insert the toy, body instantly erupting in goosebumps as you moan into your phone.

“See, I don’t understand why we even need men anymore,” you huff, airy and laced with pleasure. “Your dicks don’t even vibrate.”

He chuckles on the other end, amused by your…everything.

He’d never admit it, but he’s definitely never met anyone quite like you before, all spunk and no filter. It’s driving him crazy.

“Call me old fashioned all you want, but you’d forget all about your little toy if you had me inside of you.”

Fuck, you clench at his confidence, a moan escaping without your consent.

“See? Even the thought of my cock has you coming undone, baby.”

Cocky motherfucker.

“I bet I can make you cum without even touching you.”

He laughs then, unburdened for the first time in…

“You’re doing it right now.”

“No,” you whimper. “No stimulation…from either of us.”

“Now who’s cocky.”

The laugh that escapes you twists into a string of moans as your slick pushes the vibrator further into you, the bent tip notching perfectly against your g-spot.

“Robby I hate to cut this short but—”

“I got you, baby,” he groans, his own hand picking up the pace to catch up with you, the slick, desperate sounds only adding to your undoing.

“Fuck, please, Robby I need to cum.”

“Not yet.”

“Please, I don’t think I can hold it—”

“You can and you will.”

You wail, legs thrashing against your mattress as you clench your abdomen painfully. You focus on his pants, his moans, his peak, waiting impatiently as his breathing falters—

“Cum with me baby.”

It’s all the encouragement you need to let go, your release squirting out of you, pushing the toy out as it continues to vibrate. He hears it, the wetness of it all, and can’t help but beam as white, hot spurts land on his uncovered stomach.

“Fuck, Robby…” you mumble, taking your time as you come down from your high. Meanwhile, he’s still cumming, something that hasn’t happened to him since college. 

He doesn’t know what pushes him to do it, but after his dick has finally stopped twitching from his release and finally settles back comfortably against his leg, he grabs his phone off the bed and—

Robby: [sent a photo]

You blink at the sudden ding from your phone, a streak of tears falling down your cheeks as you open the attachment.

Your breathing hitches, saliva pooling in your mouth suddenly.

“Robby,” you whine.

He huffs back a laugh. “Show me your mess, baby.”

A fire burns inside of you, desperate to fight back against all these horrible feelings that have spawned inside of you. With shaky hands, you turn the call into a FaceTime, pointing the camera down to the puddle between your legs.

“Fuck!”

You giggle in response, giving him a few more seconds before you hang up entirely, slumping back on the mattress with a dramatic huff.

After that night on the phone, you know it’s driving him crazy that he can’t have you all the time, that you haven’t made yourself accessible to him. It’s also not like he’s asked, he just figured you’d…be like every desperate woman he’s successfully gotten into his bed and actively want to jump his bones at every second too.

So he’s become determined to get you to crumble for him.

You’re in a work call that has definitely gone far too long, peacefully enjoying your lunch as it drones on and on when there’s a light knock at your office door.

You’re muted, have been since the start so you don’t think twice about it when you mumble a half-hearted come in.

And that he fucking does.

He looks like a man possessed, chest heaving, hands shaking—

You’ve never seen him like this before, never heard of anyone describe an incident with him where he’s so…wound up.

It knocks you off your center, whatever resentment you’ve been holding over him evaporates at the sight of his puffy, red eyes.

You leap out of your seat without thinking.

“What do you need?” What the actual fuck?

You shake the thought away as he speaks.

“On your knees.”

You drop down instantly, wasting no time as you pull his cock free from the confines of his scrubs and boxers. He’s vibrating, his shaky energy only making you jumpy in return.

But he doesn’t care. He can’t care.

You take him into your mouth without any further command, quickly surrendering yourself to the adrenaline he needs to take care of, hollowing out your cheeks as his hands grab your hair into a loose ponytail and his hips start rocking into you.

He can feel your breath on his pubic bone as you concentrate on breathing through your nose, eyes already becoming glossy as he just…takes.

And you let him.

He could honestly cry, and he almost does, your round eyes turning to stare up at him with what can only be described as silent understanding shaking him to his core so much that his own eyes become watery.

But he doesn’t let them fall, no, he focuses on the pleasure, on the release that he’s chasing.

His movements are sloppy, not deep or thought out. He just wants to cum, wants for the tightness in his chest to lighten, wants for the ringing in his ears to—

And then you swipe your tongue over his tip as he pulls out, the pressure against his slit sending a spark through his body that cuts through the noise.

He whimpers, pulling you back onto him, as far as he can go, before he spills into your mouth. He shakes uncontrollably, ass clenching as he finally allows for the band to snap, for the tower to crumble, for the truth to settle in his gut.

He’s…grateful, completelyreverent and devoted.

His grip loosens from your hair and you take the opportunity to push yourself off his length, finally taking in big, all encompassing breaths as he comes down from his own high. You watch him then, like a little fawn, confused and curious, like something has unlocked in your heart and you’re unsure how to fix it.

And then he pulls you up, suddenly aware that he’s tucked himself into his pants, before he tugs you with him back to your desk. He sits down at your chair, grabbing you like you weigh nothing and cradling you against his chest.

He does’t say anything.

You don’t dare utter a single word.

He just runs his hands all over your body, soothing and thankful and…

Your eyes close then, your body melting into his own, the call long forgotten, probably ended as the room settles into a comfortable silence.

“Thank you baby,” he kisses your temple. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Your eyes snap open. Your heart races, an anxious bird slamming against its cage.

This is bad. You definitely bit off more than you could chew, and from what you just experienced, you can chew on a lot.

You stare up at him, at the blissful expression over his tired face, at the serenity that wafts off him like gentle waves crashing against the sand.

A new type of anger settles in your stomach. It is time to ruin his peace.

Robby’s never been this happy in his entire life.

He’s aware of his reputation, aware of just how much he’s messed up when it comes to his heart. It’s not like he’s magically a better person because of you now, that would be absurd. But he is enjoying himself. There’s no expectation, no restriction, nothing like the thrill of the chase, of mutual understanding and compassion, of finally having found his match.

And he’s never had to work this hard to earn it before.

But he can feel it, he’s getting closer, gaining ground, the turtle always winning in the end, right?

After that day in your office, Robby has become a man with unquenchable thirst.

He needs to have you, completely, devour you whole, a meditative meal where he gets to take his time and worship every inch of your body.

You’ve texted to tell him you unfortunately have plans tonight. A shame since he doesn’t have to work tomorrow and he was hoping he’d get to spend it with you, finally.

His thoughts have been stuck on you for the past few weeks, the prefect memories to lock onto as he finishes up his charts while he waits for Shen to arrive for handoff.

He’s startled when someone knocks on the desk in front of him, his brain snapping back into the unfortunate reality that doesn’t involve you spread out beneath him as he fucks into you repeatedly.

“I thought you weren’t working tonight—”

“Relax brother,” Jack calms his anxieties quickly. “I’m not here for that.”

Robby looks at him distrustingly. “Okay?”

Jack nods, mouth opening as if to say something while his face contorts into something Robby doesn’t quite understand. He’s…apologetic? Why would Jack be—?

“Hi,” your voice suddenly warms the entire ED as you skip towards them.

Robby can’t help it, his cheeks blushing a deep crimson, his mouth curling into a bashful smile. What the fuck have you reduced him to?

He opens his mouth to greet you, your entire existence a spotlight directed towards him, fading away the darkness completely.

But then you…walk right past him.

Towards Jack.

Towards his open arms.

What the fuck is going on?

Panic and confusion flood his body, fill his lungs up with water, actually stop his heart for one absurdly long, drawn out second, because he watches you get on your tip toes and kiss Jack Abbot on his absurdly smug lips, and Robby’s certain this is some kind of divine punishment—

“Hey sweetheart,” Jack mumbles lovingly against your mouth. “You ready to go?”

You nod, brushing your nose with his, nauseatingly adorable.

Robby’s certain he’s going to pass out, the entire room spinning.

What the fuck is going on? You’re…you’re with Jack when you’re supposed to be with Robby? Okay, maybe he never defined the relationship with you but that doesn’t mean—No! Who the fuck do you think you are? Are you cheating on Jack with him? Oh no, is he the other man? Did he just ruin his friendship—

“Goodnight, brother,” Jack can barely meet his gaze when he speaks. Oh fuck Robby’s life is ruined.

He’s certain he looks pale as all hell, guilt written all over his wrinkles, cold sweat definitely staining his clothes and dripping down his brow.

It’s then that you turn to look at him for the first time.

You look…perfectly fine. Smiling like you’ve just won the lottery. A deviant satisfaction sparkling in your eyes. Wait—

“Good night, doctor Robby!” You whisper, saccharine and sickly sweet. “It was fun getting to work with you, please give Noelle my best if you see her.”

And with one final, diabolical smile, it all just crashes against Robby, the angle of the mountain finally pushing the rock all the way back down, knocking him off his feet, exhausted and shocked, unable to do anything more than fall on one of the chairs and stare off into the distance.

You little—

“Fuck!” He hisses, loudly, enough for the entire ED to stop and stare at him for longer than he’d like to admit.

But what he doesn’t notice, what neither of them do, is the way your face drops as you walk out, guilt spreading through your chest for the first time at the sight of his sullen expression.

You turn back to look at him, at how he’s just this sad little man, bruised and broken. Your heart aches, something deep inside of you twisting and turning uncomfortably. You can’t…no, you definitely don’t…fuck.

You swallow the lump in the back of your throat thickly.

He’s learned his lesson, definitely…but at what cost…to you?

Bonus scene (happens after you accept to destroy Robby for Noelle):

It's a little after nine when you finally get called down to the ED for your first consult. It's someone you know, a case you've been assigned to for a while so it's easy and comfortable.

You chat up the patient and his mother, make sure to explain the process of care as diligently as you can with Shen, all in all, a swift and easy case.

And yet, before you slink back upstairs to your little office, you linger.

Ugh, you hate it, it's gross honestly, your stomach twisting in both annoyance and indignation at how much of a hypocrite you've become.

But then you see him, coming out of a patient's room, his gaze already on yours as he cleans his hands with disinfectant and crosses the room to greet you.

"You're a sight for sore eyes," Jack teases, the motherfucker able to read you with an ease that sends a shiver down your spine.

"I need to ask for a favor," you murmur, suddenly feeling a little childish about what you're about to say. 

His eyebrow quirks in giddy expectation, easing whatever apprehension you've been feeling. Right, it's Jack for fuck's sake. If anyone's gonna understand your borderline sociopathic tendencies, it's him.

"I'm gonna do something silly, and I need you to promise me that you won't hate me for it."

He straightens his posture, hands clasped behind his back, looking down at you like he's trying to hold himself back from pouncing.

He has no right to be this fucking sexy.

"This about Robby and Noelle?"

You grin devilishly. God, he just gets you.

You manage a nod, biting down on your bottom lip to stop your smile from growing even bigger.

He sighs in response, not judgmental or disappointed, more so...absolutely fucking terrified for his friend.

"Please be gentle with him."

You scoff in mock offense. "He lost the privilege when he broke up with her via text."

"What?" His sharpness snaps the attention of the entire ED towards you. You shake your head for them, calming whatever outburst you think is being directed at you. It's only when the normal shuffle returns to the room that Jack continues. "Oh boy...yeah, can't help him there."

You shrug, leaning just a tiny bit forward. "I'll make it up to you when I'm done, I promise."

He smirks brightly, desperately fighting the urge to lean down and capture your lips with his.

"You better, pretty girl," he groans, low and deep. "And don't you even think about putting out for him.”

Your eyes widen. Oh.

"Can I..." you stumble then, cheeks burning hot, throat suddenly dry. "I'm gonna have to—just hand stuff, I promise."

Jack chuckles loudly. Jesus fucking Christ, this is definitely not where Jack expected his night to go but this is easily the best thing that could’ve ever happened to him. Watching you get so flustered, requesting such a…ridiculous thing from him—

He’s desperately fighting the raging erection threatening to tent his scrubs.

"No sex, no kissing," Jack states, eerily stern and possessive, basically drenching your panties with his tone because two can play at that game. "Hand stuff is fine, and just because I'm feeling generous, I'll let him get a taste of you and be haunted by your perfect mouth. Deal?"

He holds out his hand, pinky up for you to thread your own with his.

You're practically panting. "Fuck I love you."

He smiles dizzyingly in return, his heart close to popping from all the blood pumping through it.

"I love you too, crazy."

You interlock your finger with his, a matching mischievous look shared, powerful enough for everyone to act dumb at your obvious insanity, the night shift already used to the both of you being this intense all the time.

He steps back first, body buzzing with excitement. "Go, have fun ruining my best friend's life," he chuckles. "But I'm taking you home with me tomorrow morning."

You beam. “Yes, sir.”

a/n: if this gets a part two, it will devolve into Rabbot insanity just so you know. it’s honestly giving brat4brat and jack having to come in to dom the hell out of both of them

dividers by @/enchanthings

[cyber333angel]

literally have been obsessing over rabbot.. like my mind is plagued with the thought of robby being too rough with you when he’s overwhelmed and abbot having to tell him to chill out

just imagining robby just having you bent over at the edge of the bed, fucking you so deep in doggy with your hands stuck to your back. he has them forced there with one hand while the other is on your hip, and his face is so focused on getting as deep as he possibly can be in your pussy. face all twisted up and it looks as if he’s lost in thought, his hips plummeting into you so aggressively. nd you can only sob :( feeling his cock reach so far, like it’s coming up your throat! “hic s-slow down please!” you’ll cry, your soaked hole is starting to feel sore, he’s been using you the entire time abbot had been taking a shower. which was about 30 minutes ago, robby making you cum 3 times in that span of time. you were getting hazy and your eyes couldn’t stay open, rocking back and forth on robbys dick. until you heard the door click and abbot steps out with a towel wrapped around his damp waist, seeing the state your in he’s immediately worried. jogging to the bed cupping his hands around your face :( “oh baby..” he’ll sympathize, seeing you look up at him with a pout as if you wanted him to save you. “can you chill the fuck out man, see what your doin to her? can barely keep her eyes open. your being too rough.” abbot protests, but robby is too focused on this. too focused on the way your ass ripples against his pelvis every time he pushes into you. the gasps your breath every time he touches your g-spot. he grabs you by the scruff of your neck, holding you up so your exposed, and abbot winces. your achey knees are pressing into the bed while your forced to stand with your hands still locked behind your back, cunt still filled to the brim. and he resumes his brutal thrusts again, “she’s fine. your a big girl yeah? taking dads cock real well aren’t you sweetheart? love how deep I am in your tummy..” enunciating each word to you to make your agree.

robby basically moves your head up and down until you follow the movement and nod yes yourself, “yes feels s’good daddy.. mmph promise..!” your whimper, getting drowsy as you feel a tingle stir in your stomach. abbot is shaking his head in disappointment, robby broke you and now you aren’t thinking straight. and he’s right, your head is blanking while you start to cum. quivering in robbys hold, a whine escapes you as you drop forward into abbots arms.

abbot is looking at robby with not even a grin to crack, very upset that he was too rough with their pretty girl and making her pass out with a mess between her legs:(

[j4ckr4bbits]

18+ MDNI

perv!dbf jack abbot who hears that you're still a virgin and decides to take matters into his own hands. he frowns and murmurs, "baby, we gotta practice... you're a jumpy little thing, can't have you not knowing what to do when you finally get down to it, hmm?"

makes you watch porn in bed with him on his ipad. turns the volume up so it's echoing through his room. says gross stuff like "look how good she's taking him, sweetheart. don't you wanna be just like her? papa wants you to be that talented one day." and "you hear those slutty little moans, baby? yeah? i bet a good cock's gonna make you sound like that too."

asks you about your gag reflex. offers to help you train it

when he notices you getting squirmy out of the corner of his eye, he clears his throat and his hand snakes over to rub you over your sleep shorts :( thick fingers curling against your clit, stroking in circles against the warm fabric, "shh, sweetheart... m just teachin you how it feels to have a man touch you here, okay? you're a big girl, you gotta get used to it."

he slides your own hand over to guide your palm over his bulge, groaning and pressing it down when his hips buck: "mmm, fuck, y'feel that? ... why're you shaking? don't be scared, honey."

[annsfics]

♡ rabbot sm!au ♡

[dollyonduty]

robby who likes to pin you down and have his way with you

he manhandles you on the bed so you’re spread out under him, kneeing your legs apart, one hand pinning your wrists above your head, the other holding your leg up to your shoulder so you’re completely at his mercy.

he’s pistoning into you at just the right angle to make you squeal with every thrust. slow, sharp strokes that knock the air out of your lungs, where he pulls back until just the tip is in only to slam into you deep, rolling his hips.

“that’s it, baby girl,” he coos almost condescendingly, “take every last inch. i know you can.”

or maybe he takes you from behind, one hand on the back of your head shoving your face into the pillow and forcing your spine to arch while the other restrains your hands behind your back. your muffled moans join the wet squelch of your pussy and the slap of his balls against your clit as he fucks into you desperately, no longer holding back.

“love having you like this,” he groans so low it almost sounds like a growl, sweat rolling down his forehead. “i could do anything i want to you, and you couldn’t stop me.”

and he can tell you like that by the way you get even tighter around him.

[binkblg]

Is that so, Old man?⋆˚࿔

OlderBF!Toji got sick of his bratty young ho girlfriend poking fun at him for being older, knowing damn well he can fuck the attitude right outta her if he wanted to.

w/c: 1.2k ✮⋆˙

𑣲Content Warnings: age gap (Reader: early/mid twenties, Toji: late thirties/early forties) implied marathon, overstimulation, breeding, slight dubcon if u squint and tilt ur head (barely), creampie, headlocks, dacryphilia, improper use of Heavenly Restriction(a lil), toji being mean but then being sweet again :3

Don't get it twisted, 

Sex with Toji was good—Reeeeaaallly good. But you'd be lying if you said you didn't wonder what it would've been like to fuck him when he was younger, to have your beast of a man drill you with the kind of fervor that only comes from guys your age—or so you thought. 

He was used to your antics, teasing the loud grunt he’d make when getting out of bed in the morning, how he couldn’t figure out how to pair his shitty old phone to the Bluetooth in his car, even his choice in emojis and TV shows. He always gave you the same reactions, shooting you a deadly glare, ruffling your hair or even landing a hard smack! to whichever ass cheek of yours is nearest.

But what he didn’t expect, was for you to bring the teasing into the bedroom. 

He was grinding into you slow and deep, savouring the friction of each vein and ridge rubbing against your warm insides. You ground your hips back into him, shooting him a shit eating grin before hitting him with a quip you’d come to regret.

“Harder Ji, C’mon show me what that Heavenly Restriction can do,” 

He chuckled deep, snapping his hips just a smidge harder, nudging his tip deeper into your cunt. “Careful what you wish for,” Another loud plap! of his pelvis smacked against your ass. 

“Mmm, I get it,” you started 

“Worried you gonna fracture your hip?” 

You watched his face drop, a devilish smirk tugged at his lips.

“I’m gonna give you one last chance 'cause I really don’t think y’know what you’re gettin’ yourself into, girlie.” 

You had him right where you wanted him, now for the last little push-

 “Is that so, old man?”

"Aww baby, c'mon—haah—jus' one more hm? Can you do that f'me pretty girl? Just one more?" 

You couldn't tell how long it had been. After round three he flipped you onto your back, sometime around round six you almost slipped off the bed entirely. At this point, you had changed positions so many times you began to wonder how much longer until you'd pass out from exhaustion—struggling to keep up with his seemingly infinite libido.

"Ngh—t-Toj, s'too much," you mewled, eyes bleary from depletion as you grasped desperately at the sheets. One more he said, a plea adorned with praise and flattery in an attempt to ease you into your next inevitable orgasm. 

Your face was buried in his pillows, the scent of cigarettes and cologne overwhelming your senses as tears and drool soaked into the cushion. Large hand tracing up and down your spine, he pressed your already impossibly deep arch further, angling his hips to rut into your poor cunt even harder. 

He reached down to grip your jaw, harshly pulling you up to meet his gaze. Dark eyes pierced into yours, primal and hungry. Your arms pathetically dangled in front of you till they found his veiny forearms, holding on for dear life as he used you like his own personal fuck-toy. Every pitiful whine that bubbled from your throat only egging him on further. 

"Too much huh? Isn't this what you wanted? Ngh—for me to fuck you stupid?" His thumb smeared tears around your flushed cheeks, mascara running down your neck leaving pretty little streaks across the array of purple and red hickeys painting your throat. 

"Yes... b-but-" 

"Then fuckin' take it." 

His already vicious tempo intensified ten-fold, his pelvis blushing bright red from each cruel thrust, wet sounds of your aching cunt filling the room.

"fuckin'' Plap!

"Take it" Plap!

Squeltch! 

His hips stuttered from sensitivity, still bottoming out and fucking his nth load back into your dripping pussy. Every nudge of his thick cock head against your cervix forced your eyes to roll back into your head, jaw hanging open as spit ran down your chin.

Fucked stupid. Any word or thought that began to form in that cute little head of yours was immediately knocked out your ears by his brutish thrusts. Bruises from his rough grip decorated your thighs like abstract watercolour—dirtied from cum and slick.

He knocked an exceptionally puny sob out of you, causing his rhythm to falter slightly. "you alright, kid?" he probes, earning an eager and frantic nod as you bounced your hips back against him—meeting his sloppy thrusts halfway. "Mmm, atta girl." 

He took the opportunity to snake his arm around your throat into a mean headlock, laying you back onto the bed as he pressed his weight down onto you—thick cock stirring your insides. 

The new position was both suffocating and euphoric, allowing him access to that gooey spot that always had you gushing around him. He flexed his arm harshly, causing your cheeks to puff up around him as your drool and tears ran down his bicep. 

Your already incoherent noises turned into straight babbling when he hiked your knee up with his own, rutting into you even deeper, cock fucking you to the hilt.

 "Feel good doll? Y'feel so fuckin' good t'me—haahh" 

That familiar pressure bubbled in your tummy, pleasure shooting through to each nerve as he nudged against your sweet spot over and over and over. You choked on another pathetic coo, whining and crying out muddled whimpers as you rode out another mind-numbing orgasm.

He felt the way you shifted beneath him, the tight squeeze of your walls a sign of your climax—but he didn't stop.

Instead, he snaked his free hand down to your gushing heat to rub harsh circles to your sensitive clit. You jerked and thrashed beneath him, nails digging into his strong arm, almost breaking skin. 

Your incessant clenching and writhing brought him closer to yet another release, chasing the barely-there friction from your slippery cunt before spurting out another warm load. "F–fuck-" he groaned into your hair, his body limply softening around you, catching his breath. 

He pulled out nice and slow, earning a gentle whine from you at the now unfamiliar emptiness. A warm gush! of your juices leaked out of your hole, running down and pooling into the bedsheets. He sat back on his heels, admiring your placid form melting into the pillows. 

A warm hand palmed your ass, spreading you open enough for him to watch his cum drip out slowly, topping it off with a light smack against the cheek, massaging over the redness. You pushed against his palm, peering at him over your shoulder expecting to see those rapacious emerald eyes staring back. Instead, his gaze was soft—all love and delicacy. 

Lips curled into a smile, his hand moved up to the small of your back to rub soothing circles into the skin. 

"Y'did so good baby, so, so good." Praise falling from his lips as he massaged the soreness from your spent form, eventually slipping out of bed to fetch a warm rag and one of his shirts. 

The night melted away slowly, nuzzled in the crook of his neck as he held you close, kisses peppering your forehead. 

"Next time you run your mouth like that, I won't be so nice, got it?" 

That was him being nice?

• Next on OlderBF!Toji>

A/N: HIIII i hope u enjoyed this lil drabble, it was very fun to write hihi <3 if u saw any grammar mistakes no u didnt lol shoutout dilf toji and dilf toji enthusiasts we are the backbone of society. Also has anyone seen wuthering heights yet? im scared to cuz im lowkey sick of jacob elordi and everyone in it has iphone face sooo we'll see. (sorry if that was mean) anywayss love u thanks for reading :33

[melodygatesauthor]

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Steven Grant Yandere by @lunar-ghoulie4art / @lunar-ghoulie

(Warnings and Summary below the cut - Please Read)

Summary:

Marc Spector always knew he wasn't right in the head. Jake and Steven were a perfect example of that. He'd managed to figure that part of his life out though, learning how to live with his alters in a way that left everyone happy, including Khonshu.

That all changed when Steven spotted you during a tour at the museum. There was no explanation for the way his heart stopped in his chest, or the way he knew he had to have you, but they all felt it, and it left their minds fractured beyond repair.

Disclaimer:

I created this fic for the sole purpose of exploring the yandere thing as a fanfiction "kink" in a safe way and in a safe space. I in no way would want this to happen to myself or someone else. This fic is not a reflection of my moral beliefs. - Further, this fic is not an accurate representation of people with DID (dissociative identity disorder). These men happen to have DID and I'm putting them in a situation where they would have an unhealthy obsession with the reader character.

Tags/Warnings:

NSFW, Stalking, non-con, somnophilia, rape, mentions of murder, drugged sex, kidnapping, manipulation, dacryphilia, voyeurism, threats of physical harm, copious amounts of sex, copious amounts of unprotected sex, blood, unrealistic refractory period, biting, slapping, hitting. This is a Dead Dove Do Not Eat situation.

[holeforzenin-deactivated2026032]

Rubbing up against toji's crotch cause it brings you comfort 🥴

cw - daddy kink, fatherly dom toji idk

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Imagine crawling into Toji’s lap like you always do, pretending it’s just to cuddle with him, but the second your hips start softly shifting on top of him and not staying in one place, he knows. His cock’s already swelling instinctively under the thick fabric of his sweats just from your soft shallow movements, and you can’t help but whine at the pressure. It always makes you so horny knowing how easily you can make his cock hard.

“Toji...” you whisper, voice shaky as you nuzzle under his chin like a little kitten searching for warmth, slowly rubbing your horny pussy right along the swollen shape of him. “Feels sooo good when I sit here”.

Toji hums in acknowledgment, his large warm palm spreading over your lower back, keeping you steady so he partially has control on your movements. “Yeah? My lap’s that comforting to you, baby?” His tone is low and soft—almost fatherly, and indulgent—like he’s humoring his little girl’s needs.

You squirm while dumbly nodding your head against his throat, rocking your lower body rougher so his bulge grazes your folds deliciously, the friction making you gasp at how something so simple can get you like this. “Mhm... only feels better when it’s you”. Your cheeks burn as you admit it, and your fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt and wrinkling it like you’re afraid he’ll shove you off if you don’t hang on.

Toji just chuckles, tilting your chin up with his pointer finger so you’re forced to look up at him. “So needy you can’t even relax properly without daddy’s cock under you. You know how fucking spoiled that makes you?”

“Don’t care,” you mumble, lips wobbling into a cute pout. “Just... wanna feel you. Please”.

His grin widens into something sharp and filthy, but his big hand stays firm on the small of your back, forcefully guiding you into a slow grind that drags your aching clit perfectly along the ridge of his hard cock. “Hear that? Begging like a baby. Pathetic little thing can’t soothe herself without rubbing on me”.

Your breath hitches, thighs shaking as the wet spot between your legs spreads through your panties and onto his crotch—creating a darkened spit that’s damping his sweats deeper with every grind. “Don’t say it like that,” you whine, voice breaking shyly, “you make me feel dumb”.

“Good”. He presses a kiss to your temple, deceptively soft. “You’re supposed to. Daddy takes care of everything, remember? You just sit here and make a mess on me”. His free hand cups your ass, grinding you down harder so your clit catches on the fat weeping head of his cock. “Go on, rub it out, baby. I’ll let you ruin me if that’s what it takes to calm my baby down”.

You let out a helpless cry, clutching him tighter by the shirt. “Gonna—gonna cum like this, daddy, I can’t stop”. Toji groans lowly, the sound hot against your ear. “That’s it. Cum for me. Mess up my sweats, show me how bad you needed daddy’s cock to soothe you”.

The words break you—your hips stutter, breath catching in sharp gasps as you shamelessly rub yourself dumb against him, cumming in your panties with a sob into his big chest. Toji holds you through it, rocking you gently during it, murmuring fatherly praises even as his cock throbs under the mess you’ve made.

“There we go,” he whispers, kissing your hair affectionately. “Knew my girl just needed daddy”.

[holeforzenin-deactivated2026032]

FARMER TOJI X BUNNY READER HEADCANONS

cw - lots of weird shit, dubcon, piss kink in like three of them, anal play, daddy kink… uh dark content?? Idk but just be mindful while reading bc some can be gross.

Toji’s got a fixation—an obsession—with your tail, and it shows in the way he can’t keep his hands off it. You’re bent down to pick vegetables in the garden with your back arched and your butt poking out? He’s already looming over you like a shadow. Rubbing his bulge on your fluffy tail while groaning. He’ll grind against you through his jeans while his big hand cups your tail and squeezes, muttering, “Fuuck, look at this little thing wiggling for me”.

He uses your ears as handles. Doesn’t matter if he’s kissing you, fucking you in the barn, or yanking your bratty ass back into his lap — he’ll tug them just to make you squeal. He loves how sensitive they are, how a light pull makes you whimper and melt. Sometimes he’ll wrap one ear around his fist while pushing his cock deeper, using it like reins.

After a long, sweaty day—he stinks of work and sweat, and he always pulls you right into his spreaded lap before showering. He’ll shove your head down and make you nuzzle against his tented crotch, cooing, “Go on, sweetheart, bunny’s nose belongs right there”. He gets off on you twitching and sniffing him like a desperate little pet while he’s half-hard in his dirty jeans.

He calls you his “little farmhand,” but everyone in town knows you’re really just his cockwarmer. He’ll plop you down on his stiff cock while he sharpens tools or fixes something at the workbench. You’ll sit there stuffed full of cock while it marinates in your creamy cunt, your soft tail brushing his stomach, while he ignores your needy whines. “Sit still. If my cock slips out, you’re getting punished”.

He’ll finger your little asshole just because he can. Usually, when you’re already cockdrunk, drooling, and begging while impaled by his dick—he’ll slide a thick finger up your rim and watch you twitch while swallowing his finger up. He loves murmuring nasty shit while he does it, like, “Bunny’s holes don’t know which one to squeeze harder”. Sometimes he makes you hold a plug while you do chores in the field, just to hear you whimper every time you bend down and it shifts deeper.

Farmer Toji’s favorite way to cum is fucking you on your stomach, burying your face into the hay while he presses your tail down flat and ruts into your ass cheeks while he squeezes them together to fuck between them. He loves watching fat flesh jiggle and spread around his swollen cock, groaning, “Goddamn, this ass was made for me”. Half the time he cums just from rubbing himself on your tail and hole before he even sinks in.

He feeds you carrots straight from the field— except he makes you eat them with your mouth while he rubs your wet pussy with another. Sometimes he’ll stick one inside you and make you keep it there while you squirm around the house. “Don’t drop it, darling. That’s dinner”. He eats it later, laughing while you hide your face in embarrassment.

Toji’s nasty enough to breed you like an actual pet. He’ll force your knees up to your chest, rut into you meanly, and groan about how cute his warm cum looks steeping out of your ruined cunt. “Gonna pump you full every night ‘til you can’t walk straight. My little bunny hole’s nothing but a nest for my cock”. He’s obsessed with how small you are under him, how his fat load leaks down your thighs when he pulls out.

He lovesss fucking you outside, while you’re bent over the fence, tail twitching against his pelvis, his hands on your lower back keeping you pressed down. He gets off on the thought of the neighbors seeing—on you being used like his dirty little slut in broad daylight. He tells you to keep your ears up so anyone passing could see you, even though you whine and protest.

When he’s really mean, he makes you straddle his lap while he milks the cows. Your tiny cunt's stuffed full on his cock, bouncing down gently with every movement he makes. If you whine too much, he slaps your ass and squeezes it hard enough to bruise, and says, “Shut up. You’re just a cockwarmer ‘til I’m done working”. By the time he finally fucks you for real, you’re incoherent, dripping down all his heavy balls and thighs.

Toji can’t walk behind you without grinding on your tail. If you’re carrying a basket of vegetables, he’ll come up behind, sticking his cock between your cheeks, and letting the pre that’s dribbling out his tip leaks on your cotton hair while groaning, “Careful, sweetheart. I’ll spill my seed before you spill those tomatoes”.

He lives to grope you while you’re busy. Washing dishes? He’s behind you, big hands groping your soft tits, cock nestled snugly between your ass cheeks, and letting his angry tip rub against both of your holes. Hanging laundry? He’s got your panties down and two fingers knuckle-deep before you can protest.

Sometimes he just wants to bury his face in your ass. You’ll be bent over feeding animals, and suddenly he’s got your upper body pinned, eager tongue pushing between your cheeks and lapping a long stride from your drooling cunt to twitching asshole. “Mm, your ass smells sweeter every day. Daddy’s addicted”.

He’ll make you ride his cock backwards in the tractor seat while he drives slowly around the property. One hand on the wheel, the other on your hips, muttering, “Don’t stop bouncing. Gotta keep daddy awake”. He spanks your poor cheeks real hard till they’re red whenever you’re slowing down.

He jerks off to your tail when you’re not looking. Sometimes you’ll catch him in the barn, fist pumping his weeping cock while he stares at the way it twitches when you hop around. He doesn’t even look guilty — just smirks, grabs you, and finishes on it instead.

He gets nasty when you wear skirts — always shoving your panties to the side instead of pulling them down. He’ll growl in your ear, “Too much work. Just need your holes”. And he fucks you like that until the fabric is soaked.

Morning wood means you’re getting stuffed before breakfast. He’ll roll you onto your back, still half-asleep, and push in slow. “Shh, bunny. Daddy’s gotta drain it somewhere”. He keeps going until you’re panting, tail twitching, and the sheets are a mess.

He jerks off on your ears just to watch them flop heavy with his cum. Then he makes you lick them clean. “That’s my good girl. Bunny knows daddy’s mess belongs in her mouth”.

He kisses your rim the way most men kiss a mouth — sloppy, wet, sucking at it with obscene pops. Sometimes he’ll mutter against it, “Love this lil’ hole too much,” before stuffing his tongue back in until you squeak.

He’s obsessed with spitting on your cunt. Not once, but over and over, letting it drip in your hole before fingering it deeper. He’ll mutter, “Sloppy holes need sloppy prep,” before shoving his cock in with an nasty squelch.

Farmer Toji hates condoms and pulling out. He cums in you multiple times a day and makes you waddle around leaking, panties soiled and ruined. He’ll check you at the end of the night, pushing two thick fingers in and scooping out what’s left, then shoving it past your lips. “Good bunny eats what she can’t keep inside”.

He’s so vocal and filthy. He’ll say shit like, “You hear that, bunny? Daddy’s cock stirring your guts,” or “Pussy’s foaming all over the place”. He gets nastier the closer he is to cumming, babbling about how tight, sticky, wet, and perfect your holes are.

Toji will piss in the field and make you watch, grinning at your ears twitching as you stare. Sometimes he pulls you over it after and says, “Squat right here, bunny. Mark this spot with me. Let’s give earth a drink, yeah?”. He gets hard just seeing you pee in the dirt, and mixing your piss together.

He jerks off into whatever you’re eating when he’s feeling pervy. He’ll stir it in your oatmeal or smear it on cornbread butter. “C’mon, baby, eat up. Daddy put a little extra protein in there”. He watches until you lick the spoon clean.

He makes you rub your feet on his cock when he’s laid back in his chair on the front porch while smoking. He groans when your toes flex around him, muttering, “Cute little paws. Work daddy’s cock ‘til I mess the floor”.

Toji rarely reaches for lube — he just spits or uses his own cum. He’ll finger your little ass with the load he just pumped inside your pussy, groaning, “Why waste it? Bunny’s holes should be filled with me anyway”.

He’s a pervert about your scent. He’ll push your face into the mattress, spread your cheeks apart, and breathe in deep like it’s air. “Fuck, you smell better than fresh-cut hay”.

He’s gross enough to talk to your pussy while he’s fucking it. “That’s it, sweetheart, squeeze daddy tighter. Good lil’ cunt”. Then he smacks your ass and says, “Don’t worry, I’ll give the backdoor some attention after”.

On long wagon rides into town, he makes you sit on his cock the whole way, skirt pulled down over your lap. He talks casually to passing neighbors while you twitch, cock nudging your cervix with every bump in the road.

When he’s creampied you, he sometimes doesn’t let you run off to the toilet. He takes you to the yard, presses his cock back against your messy slit, and tells you to pee with him while his cum leaks out. “Piss daddy’s load out nice and sloppy. Let me watch”.

He gets nasty about punishing your clit — not mean, just filthy. He’ll tap it with his plump cockhead over and over until you’re squealing, then finally slide in, groaning, “Had to tenderize this little pearl before I overstimulate it”.

Half the time he’s fucking your pussy from behind, he’s spreading your cheeks apart just to stare at your rim twitching at him. “This little eye’s winking at me, begging for daddy’s thumb”. He rubs spit all over it before sinking his thumb in every single time.

While you gush from his fingers, he pins your thighs open and drags his nose side to side over your clit through the mess. He laughs at your squeaks, “Sensitive lil’ pearl loves daddy’s nose more than his cock”.

When you squat to pee, Toji’s already there on his knees, shoving his nose right against your slit while the stream splashes down. He inhales deep through it, groaning, “Fuck…smells so good”. He usually strokes his cock until he nuts in the puddle you just made.

[honeybunnyale]

Breeding Program l C.K. & L.L.

w.c: 5.7k

t.w.: Dark-ish fic, Smut, P in V, Oral f receiving, Sex pollen Dub-con/Non-con, Voyeurism, Cucking,  Breeding kink (forced pregnancy), Lactation kink (brief), LuthorCorp Secretary!Reader, Mentions of Ultraman x Reader (one-sided), Lex Luthor x Superman (also one-sided and psychotic), Cum play/eating, Reader has glasses, slight spoilers, fuck or die!, angst

a/n: Please read all warnings before interacting with my works. 18+ only!

Summary: Ultraman wasn’t as successful as he expected. Lex Luthor is hoping to breed something new to defeat his nemesis, no matter how long the process may take. 

Cloning didn’t work. Ultraman was stupid. Incompetent. A failure. 

But he liked you. Lex Luthor would watch as he leaned closer to you. It made you uncomfortable, clear by the way you shifted on your feet and avoided his pointed gaze. 

Lex trusted you in maintaining him. You’d lead him, after hours, to his room, to the shower, to eat. You were his caretaker in a way.  Reluctantly so.  

The clone’s base instincts clearly indicated attraction judging by the hard ons he would openly display as he bathed with you standing by the door to ensure he wouldn’t make a mess. 

It gave Luthor an idea, an idea that would ensure the next Superman “clone” would be as perfect as possible. 

Luthor would pay you handsomely for the trouble. You who kept most of his secrets, you who he sends enough flowers to fill up your apartment, you who he has special meetings with while his girlfriend was off on a shopping spree. 

He almost feels tenderly towards you. You were a perfect candidate. 

…

You bounce on his lap, sinking onto his prick as he leaned back on his office chair. Peering at you as if you were on your knees and praying to him. 

You grunt quietly, he watches as you get yourself off, as he does nothing to help. 

Your fingers glide diligently over your cunt, the squelching sounds making you whimper as your clit throbs between your fingers. 

He’s not good at sex, he likes having it, likes getting himself off. But he is not inept at pleasuring others. 

You’re fine with it. No one has ever made you finish anyway. You only needed his dick. Like a dildo. 

You grind your hips against his pelvis, his cock pushes in deep as you pulse around him, your head falling forward to rest against his shoulder in a stifled final moan. 

He grips your hips as he pulses inside of you, you groan at the action. He always pulls out. You give him a look as you stand, he pulls your panties up against your cunt and pats your ass. 

“Keep it in.” 

You snort, he raises a brow, wondering where the joke was in his tone. Thank goodness for birth control. You’d rather die than have his demonic children. Even more spoiled brats and the world's riches would be divided within the Luthor family entirely. 

“Remember what the goal is today…” he says as he points a teasing finger at you. 

You nod as you straighten your pencil skirt and button up your shirt. Your hands drag against the wood of his desk to swipe your glasses teasingly. 

“I’m ready.” 

…

Being jostled around the air was irritating to say the least. The clone repeatedly evaded Superman’s moves, causing you to be caught midair several times. One second Ultraman, the other Superman. 

It was like tug of war, except instead of rope, your body was being pulled every which way. 

Another frightening possibility you didn’t think of before was that hands slip, butterfingers, people fumble. 

Superman drops you. You imagine Lex having a laugh. 

Superman apologizes as he recatches you, hands tight on your waist as he turns swiftly to take a hit to his back. You could see the way he grits his teeth and shut his eyes from the pain, the way his hands tightened over your body as he cocooned you. 

You get it, you realize. Despite the obvious threats around him, his focus was on protecting you, the civilian. It made your chest warm. You almost coo from how selfless he was. 

He flees from Ultraman, disguised as a villain of the week, in an attempt to put you down in a safe location. 

“You ok?” 

You grip onto his shoulders fearfully, feeling the taught muscle underneath. You get those who swoon. He was even bigger in person. 

You nod slowly, eyes wide, a hand pressing your glasses to your face to keep them from flying off. 

“Yea-“ 

It was like a train had hit him, the impact of the clone ramming into his side so strong it caused him to lose his grip on you. Again.

Jealousy you briefly wonder, you’re sure Lex didn’t tell him to do that. You’ve never seen that move before. 

You each go in opposite directions. You could hear Superman scream out a sharp no as you’re free falling in the air. 

The genuine concern won him points by you again. 

You think about Lex. About the way he practically begged you to accept the role as victim for his latest scheme. 

You’d slap him the next time you see him. 

Your attempts to scream are tampered by the rush of air, you couldn’t breathe in or out, the rush of adrenaline making it hard to focus on the action as you see the pavement inch closer. 

And suddenly you’re in someone’s arms again, held tightly against their chest. You take a harsh breath in, the rush of oxygen making your lungs burn.

Your eyes stayed unfocused from your lack of lenses. You look behind you to find metal armor facing right back at you. You sigh. 

You’re shaking as you’re deposited to the floor of the lab, located near a small town west of the city of Metropolis. 

Ultraman dropped you unceremoniously, making your knees buckle and causing you to fall. 

You glare up at him, narrowing your eyes as he refuses to look your way. Unlike him. He was most definitely jealous. 

Several lab techs surround you and Ultraman briefly to assess damages. They find none, they leave quickly, leaving you to reorient yourself in your lonesome. 

You stand, wiping your hands down your skirt as you grumble about the lack of adequate patient care they offered you.

You try the door closest to you, it was locked. For a moment you stare at it dumbfoundedly. This was supposed to be where Luthor was entrapping Superman. There was a bed in the middle of the room, a toilet to the side. This was a prison. 

Surely someone was coming to get you, or one of the doors will lock once Superman arrives. 

You try the other door, locked. You knock. Your polite knock turns into a slam of your palm. You shout that you couldn’t get out. That you needed to get out. That you were starting to freak out. 

You could hear metal bend. Superman was here. You shook the door knob desperately. 

“Lex!” 

The pounding was getting louder, you could hear his grunts as he attempted to make his way to you. To “save” you. 

What would he do once he found out you planned to imprison him for testing, then undoubtedly kill him afterwards. 

The sound of the panels behind you, curling in his hands like cardboard, made you think he wouldn’t be too happy. 

You turn your back against the door, chest rising and falling with each breath as he breaks himself into his own doom. He takes a breath of relief at finding you unharmed. His eyes scan over your form as he jogs forward, hand gently holding your glasses out to you. 

You take them shakily, placing them on to see his soft smile clearly. He puts his hand on your shoulder, your expression terrified. 

“You’re going to be ok.” 

Alarm bells ring, the room turns red and walls appear, layers and layers of metal sliding atop each other, just to stall him for the next part. 

You swallow thickly and shake your head in denial. There must have been a mistake, you weren’t supposed to be in here, no one other than him was. You were fucked. You step away from him, he looks around the room in confusion. 

The size of the room is cut in half by the strongest metal Luthor could find. Superman could easily punch his way out, but the amount of punches would be too much for him to get out in time. 

A greenish fog fills up the room. He reacts quickly, tugging you from the wall and covering his mouth with his hand, as if urging you to copy the action. 

“Hold your breath, I’ll get us out of here.” 

You stare at his back, hands at your sides, as he turns to pull his hand back and hit the wall. What a beautiful idiot. 

He didn’t realize that with each layer he destroyed more and more gas was being pumped into the room. It made you feel lightheaded. 

You stay put in the middle of the room, legs turning weak and arms barely holding you up against the bed. Superman calls for you to follow him, almost desperately as he feels himself weakening. 

He holds his breath, he could hold it for several minutes. But he was barely leaving a dent now. 

“Don’t breathe it in!” he shouts. It didn’t matter. The smog could be absorbed through the skin anyway. 

You fall to your knees. He stops and rushes to you. He could see that he wasn’t as close to breaking out as he liked. 

He could only think of one thing. Kryptonite. It was making him feel almost anemic. He starts to shake. But he didn’t feel any pain. He felt a strange rush go through his body.

“Don’t-“ you wheeze out as he kneels over you, hand coming up to touch your shoulder. 

The more you inhale the more you feel the effects of the gas. Your stomach clenches, your clothes feel suffocating, your skin sensitive. 

Lex said it was going to debilitate him. Make him bend to his knees and writhe. 

He grips your bicep, to stabilize you. 

Your sharp moan made the hero freeze. It was sensual, pornographic. Not of pain or agony. His breath stutters at the sound, he feels himself start to sweat, his face heating up impossibly in embarrassment and something else. 

What the hell did Lex put in this damn cell? 

Your stomach cramps. You could hear the room speaker turn on with a sharp crack. Superman stands, looking around the room, attempting to find it. 

“Hello, Superman.” 

“Luthor,” he says as a response, sounding tired, almost bored of the other man’s voice already. 

“Why don’t you or your people ever show themselves?” he asks after a moment, looking up towards the corner, knowing that a camera was pointed right at him. 

“I’m closer than you think.” 

Superman’s brows furrow. He turns to you and shrugs his shoulders with an incredulous look, obviously mocking Luthor’s ominous tone and words. You look away in shame, his face falls as you cower away from him. 

“Oh! I didn’t introduce you to my secretary. Say hi to my secretary. Isn’t she cute? Great actor too.” 

Superman’s eyes connect with yours and you pant as you drag yourself to the far wall. His eyes sharpen and his brows furrow, so deep creases formed in his perfect friendly face. The hint of a smile, gone. He was clearly upset by the setup. 

“What did you do?” he asked, voice raised. He stares directly at you, eyes roaming over your body. 

You’re not sure who he speaks to. Lex or you. By Lex’s snort, he assumes it was to him. 

“Do you feel it?” Lex’s voice reverberated around the small enclosure, you bite your lip to hold in a whimper. 

Your breath comes out in short pants. You feel your thighs slicken, each shift highlighting the fact that there was now a building dampness underneath you.

“It’ll take a while to set in for you.” 

You rock your hips, Superman watches you curiously. You fight the urge to press your hand between your legs. You turn in your embarrassment, your nipples were so hard they stung and pointed out against the fabric of your shirt. 

You press your face against the cool wall, it gives you brief relief. Another cramp in your lower belly hits you, you shake and groan. 

“It’s already set in for her. You’ll see soon enough.” 

He could smell your arousal, he exhaled shakily as he felt a warmth travel through his spine at your twitches and small noises. His eyes start to roam over your body, the way your back arches lightly, your ass curving out against the fabric of your skirt, now showing a growing spot of wetness. 

He licks his lips before refocusing. 

“What did you do?” he shouts with force. 

“Don’t worry, it’s harmless.” 

Superman looks at you, your back to him, he steps forward before stopping. His stomach tightens, his mouth salivates, and he feels his briefs tighten against his growing heavy bulge. 

His eyes were intense, pupils fighting between expanding and constricting. He holds a hand up, as if to calm you, maybe even calm himself. 

“You’ll be fine-“ he attempts shakily. His knees wobble. 

“Oh. She will die,” Lex’s voice cuts sharply, humorously. 

You moan out into the air, your skin prickles and itches. You refuse to look away from the corner, you didn’t want to give Lex the satisfaction of your tears, your panic. 

“You require the dosage of an elephant. I had to make sure it worked.” 

Your lower stomach tightens so much the rest of your body locks into place. You feel a rush like no other and yelp as the feeling makes your cunt’s walls constrict around nothing. Your body trembles in sweet erotic pulses, you pant openly as the rush fades into a low simmer. 

Did you just have a mini orgasm? 

“She needs an antidote, luckily for you Superman, you have plenty of it.” 

The comm clicks as it turns off. You groan as you flop against the metal floor, facing the ceiling, body spread out like a starfish. You could feel his heated gaze, he looked furious, huffing out like a bull ready to charge.

Lex had been testing weird shit on the clone. He’d figured this chemical out a couple of months ago. It affected hormones, made the body crave another. 

It wasn’t as bad as this. It wasn’t as intense. 

Sure, Ultraman had humped your leg when you were trimming his hair but you’re sure he never felt as if he were dying. 

Then again, Kryptonians, clone or not, wouldn’t be affected as fast as humans. You had a feeling this time would be different, you could see Superman pace back and forth, running a shaky hand through his locks almost pulling on it as his chest stutters with each gulp of air. 

“Bodily fluids,” you gasp.

A kiss made it better, Lex made you kiss the clone, on the cheek, to test it out. Lex had a boner as he watched the interaction. The freak.

He kissed the clone himself afterwards, right on the lips, to see which method worked best, according to him. Tongue on tongue worked the best for pacifying the chemical. 

You were used to seeing Superman’s face. You just weren’t used to him being able to speak back to you. He turns sharply towards you, he growls. 

“Don’t test me.” 

You roll your eyes, your body was shaking, your heart beating so fast you were starting to feel lightheaded. He could see your heart, so fast he fears you’re going to pass out at any moment now. 

Worse, you might get into cardiac arrest. He sighs in frustration. 

He kneels beside you, sitting you up against the wall roughly, pressing your shoulders into the metal despite your discomfort. 

The touch makes you shiver, you hold back a moan. He cages you in with his arms, hands planted on either side of you. 

“What can we do?” 

You lick your lips, and he follows your tongue with his eyes. His stomach flexes and he grunts. 

“It helps, saliva, sweat” you swallow thickly. He was so warm, your lips part lightly. You’ve never wanted anyone inside of you so badly before. 

Your hands weakly lift to grip his bicep, big bulging biceps that were so hard as you squeezed. You bite your lip and suppress a giddy giggle, your hand roaming over his chest. 

He shakes you from your daze. You drop your hand to the floor and swallow thickly. Focus. You take a moment, body flushing even further from humiliation. 

“Ejaculate, arousal fluid, I promise,” you stutter, you adjust your glasses. 

He narrows his eyes, you gush at his stare, a fresh wave of arousal almost squirting out of your cunt at his proximity. 

He closes his eyes tightly, his arms flex as he resists the urge to manhandle you. He didn’t know if it was from anger or something else. Maybe it was the half-lidded gaze you gave him, eyes wandering all over his body and lingering on his very prominent bulge. 

“So… what do I need to do?” 

You shrug. It was obvious. Your eyes blank as you lean back against the wall. 

“Just let me die, dude,” you mumble. He scoffs. Your head rolls to the side and your neck is exposed. He zeros in on the soft skin of your throat, his jaw tightens as he’s hit with your scent of fresh arousal. The musk was enveloping him, his hand cups your face. 

He kisses you, face scrunched as if he hated the idea of being near you. You gasp, his tongue swipes through the roof of your mouth before swirling over yours. 

You moan, fighting to keep your hands on the floor, curled into tight fists as he pulls your head closer. 

“You smell good,” he mumbles offhandedly, voice low and tense, as if he could be doing anything other than this. His actions said otherwise, his tongue splays over your skin, lips pecking down your jaw. His hand grips your hips and pulls you forward. 

“Thanks,” you groan out. 

His head pulled away from you, his pupils were dilated. He was breathing heavier. His body twitches, neck straining. He was starting to feel the effects intensify. 

“You feel better?” he asks softly, eyes roaming over your face, stalling over your lips. 

In fact, you were starting to feel worse. You nod, despite the way your face twisted in pain, the cramps intensity almost debilitating. 

“Liar.” 

He kisses you again, the make out evolving as he pulls you to his lap. He guides your hands to touch him, sliding your fingers up his chest, over his neck. He guides your fingers to the buttons of his suit, right at the nape of his neck. 

Your skirt rides up and he starts to unbutton your blouse. His mind started to cloud, almost as if he didn’t realize that you were being watched, as if you weren’t both trapped. 

Lex sits in the surveillance room alone, having dismissed everyone else once the gas had been pumped into the cage. 

He has cameras for every angle of the cell, he zooms in between your bodies. 

He unbuttons his trousers, palming himself as he focuses in on your ruined panties grinding against the pronounced outline of Superman’s cock and balls. 

Superman presses you against his chest, you tug your arms out of your dress shirt, hands going to his face as your tongue caresses his, wanting to be impossibly closer. 

Luthor chortles as he hears your underwear rip, flinging to the other side of the room. Your bare cunt was spread open by thick digits. His fingers press into you, making your head fall back in delight. 

Superman’s thumb rolls over your clit, you gush around him, so sensitive that a mere touch makes you fall off the edge of pleasure. 

Lex jerks his cock in his hand, thumb running over the head as he spreads his spewing pre over his shaft. His cum was inside of you, Superman was playing with his cum already in your cunt. 

What a sight. 

…

You pant out heavily, he licks up your juices from his fingers and watches as your heart slows, only to start up again. His hand roams all over your body, pressing into your soft skin, groaning as you ground down on him. 

“I’m sorry I have to…” he trails off. Eyes connecting to your breasts. He rips your bra quickly, hands coming up to squeeze the soft mounds. 

His mouth hangs open, he feels himself drool at the sight of your bare body. He was delirious. 

“I have to save you,” he mumbles, as if he were drunk. 

“I’m sorry,” he mutters, pulling you closer, his nose trailing down the middle of chest, nuzzling softly between your breasts as he breathes in deeply. 

“Jes- jeez-“ he stutters. His tongue flicks out to taste your sweat, your breasts smelled like heaven, a certain musk that guided him to suck the soft flesh in his mouth. 

His nose sinks into the softness, as his lips suck around your nipple. The other hand cups your breast and squeezes, his fingers holding your nipple in place as he presses the surrounding area. Almost as if urging something to drip out. 

And something does. It must be an adverse effect of the gas, you see pearls of white dribble from the nipple he grasps in hand. 

You instinctively attempt to push him away, but he holds you in place. 

You flush in embarrassment as he groans, sucking harder, having just tasted what you’ve seen. He holds the small of your back against him, pressing you closer, his face smothered in your breasts. 

You cup his head, mouth wide open as you moan out into the air freely. 

You grind against his lap, tugging at his briefs. Your weak pawings towards his cock made him ache further. He stands, your limp body pliant in his hold as he makes his way to the bed in the middle of the room. 

You fall harshly against the mattress. Your attempts at unbuttoning your skirt left you feeling winded and weak. You close your eyes and your breath gets caught in the back of your throat. Desperate for him. 

He rips your very expensive and very vintage pencil skirt as if it were wrapping paper. In a blink his suit was gathered on the floor in a heap. 

His chest rises and falls with each breath. The cool air gave him a bout of clarity.  

He was still so upset. He stares down at you, almost in a scowl. He jerks himself, he can’t believe the amount of pre-cum that was coming out of him, almost like a fountain. He pulls your legs, making your back slide towards the edge of the bed. 

His eyes soften as you writhe against the sheets. He palms your breasts and squeezes, he swallows thickly at the milky pearls that bead out. He tests the pliancy of your body. He could break you if he’s not careful enough. His stomach tenses and his heart quickens, almost making him keel over. 

“We dont have to do this- we can-” 

He stares at your cunt as you spread your legs. He swallows thickly. He feels himself fight the urge to sink into you. But his mothers words dig into the back of his skull. Do not get a girl pregnant before marrying her. He stalls. 

He could put his mouth on you for hours, he’s sure he genuinely could do it for hours. He’d love to even. 

But sperm was proven to be the most effective antidote. Who knows what Lex had to figure that out.  You glance at his dick, so hard it looked almost painful. He was about to speak again but you cut him off quickly. 

“I’m on the pill,” you whimper. 

He’s on you quickly, knees digging into the soft mattress as his mouth leads a path up your body to your lips. He thrusts into you. You squeal, a mix of pain and intense pleasure. 

“Holy- goodness-“ he groans, mouth wide open as his hips flex into you. Your pussy was so wet, and so tight as if it wanted to milk him for each drop. 

Lex didn’t have anything to hold onto. Superman's hair was out of its usual gelled back style, pieces of his hair tickling against your skin as he places his forehead against yours.

Your fingers curl into his locks so tightly you fear if he wasn’t nearly invincible, you’d rip them from their roots. 

He groans, eyelids heavy as he gazes down at you. You were such a mess, your eyes were wet, body covered in sweat, a pool of your juices staining half of the mattress. With each of his orgasms, he could feel your body calm further, as if his seed were a salve.

His arms were underneath you, lifting you lightly for more leverage. The squelch of his cock, pumping into you as he held your body below him possessively was so arousing to you. 

You’ve never had an experience like this, someone so attentive and desperate for your body. Although in the back of your mind you knew that he wasn’t exactly desperate for you. You were both so unbearably horny, chemically enhanced hormonal shifts. 

His mouth sucks at your nipple, he groans as you wrap your legs around his waist, your hand reaching to pull his ass onto you. 

His weight was pushing you down as he changed position, pulling your legs up in the air and pressing his chest to the back of your thighs. It was obscene, his spunk spews from your pussy, your lower half seemingly covered in the milky white. 

Lex Luthor watches the whole thing, it lasts hours. He’s almost impressed. It infuriates him. 

Superman did everything in his power to get the chemicals out of your system, through sweat, tears, your cum. And he did everything to feel normal again, to stop craving the feel of your plump heated flesh, the tightness of your cunt, the softness of your lips. 

You were pretty for a LuthorCorp goon. Especially with your glasses all slanted as he pounds you into the mattress. 

By the end of the day Superman was spent, your heart has finally calmed. The last spurts of his cum pump into you weakly. He falls on his side, facing you. 

You both catch your breath, staring into each other's eyes, shifting closer until his arm wraps around you to pull you to his chest. 

His fingers press against the curve of your cheekbone as you lay on your side. He takes your lenses off gently, placing them on the pillow beside your head. 

You stare at him, finger pressing against his chin, his lips, his brow. 

“You’re so different,” you mutter. His eyes look over your features, not hiding his confusion. He imagines you mean different from Lex Luthor. You meant a lot of people. His clone was fucked up, cute, but the bridge of his nose and chin were slightly different. 

“Why do you work for him?”

You shrug. Lex Luthor was a good boss. At least before today. 

You had great health care, optometrist, dermatologist, endocrinologist and many more ists included. Pay was great, company products were free. Lex would get you flowers, he’d listen to your opinions, he’d take you to expensive dinners. 

But it was never intimate, not like the way Superman was pressed against you now. He hums, his hand traces over every mark he left on your body. 

Your expression was grim. 

“You should find another job.” 

You shrug again. He rolls his eyes, disappointed by your nonchalant response. He points between you both. 

“This is pretty messed up.” 

You nod. 

“I know.”

He stands, you stare at the ceiling. He gives you one last look as he changes. He feels better, stronger now. He looks down on you. He looks at the length of his cape. He could wrap you in it, fly to his apartment or Kansas. He’d make sure you were safe. 

“You should come with me…” 

You shake your head, turning on your side. Back turned away from him. He could sense the sadness, the betrayal. He’s sure you’ll leave LuthorCorp on your own. He’d find you. To find out more about what happened, to maybe even take you out for coffee. 

He’s hoping you would confide in Clark Kent.

You hear him tear through the metal. You cocoon yourself into a ball and finally succumb to your fatigue. 

…

You wake up in a hospital bed, the heart monitor beeping loudly beside your ear, making your head thrum with a headache. 

Lex was sitting next to your bed, analyzing your face as you scowled at him. He remains neutral. Your hand whips out faster than even you expected, his head whips to the side as your palm lands on his cheek. 

He rubs his jaw, amusement in his eyes. He takes your hand.

“How do you feel?”

You scoff, pulling your hand away from him. 

“I’m done.” 

He snorts, he gives you a look, as if you were stupid. Class Lex. He always makes you feel so small. So useless sometimes. 

“You’re not done,” he says, shaking his head as if he were speaking to a toddler who didn’t want to eat their vegetables. 

You sit up furiously. “I am done!” 

He doesn’t react to your tone. His eyes look over your body as he speaks. 

“You signed the contract. You work for me for another year.” 

You fume. Your hands ball into fists. He passes you your glasses but you slap the offer away. 

“Unless you want to void the contract. That’ll cost you 50,000, darling.” 

Tears well in your eyes. You couldn’t afford to void the contract, or the NDA. Or pay for legal fees if you want to get a lawyer. You stare up at the ceiling, the pillow is soft.

He holds your hand once again, this time tighter than before, not allowing you to pull away. He pulls in close next to you, he grips your chin to make you look up at him. 

“I own you.” 

He kisses your lips lightly, you face twitches in irritation. 

“You did good. We got what we needed.” 

His lips skim over the marks left by Superman, kissing the bruises and darkened spots so delicately it sent shivers down your spine. Your body soften against the mattress, giving in. 

Your hands were planted against the cushion of the medical bed as he lowered down between your legs, pulling your hospital gown up to expose your pussy. 

He groans at the sight. You let out a shaky breath and spread your legs. Your mound was swollen and as he spread your folds he could see streaky white slick drip out. 

He asked them not to clean you there as medical staff crowded over you after Superman had left.  They understood. It would make for a viable pregnancy if the sperm were to last longer inside of you. 

He licks you, sucks your cunt, slurping Superman’s cum from your gaping hole. There was so much of it. 

Your hands grip the medical bed, his head underneath your soft gown and shifting as he mouths at you. 

He’s never touched you like this, fucked you like this. 

He almost couldn’t believe it worked. Almost. Your pills were switched out months ago, there was no protection and judging by testing done on his clone. Superman’s sperm was potent. Statistically, way more potent than his own. 

He sucks your clit, you muffle a moan with the back of your hand. He stuffs the seed back into you, you succumb to a back arching climax. 

He wipes his mouth with a handkerchief and walks out of the room. 

…

You sit up in Lex’s bed. It’s been a month. 

He’d become more caring, in his own strange little ways. He broke up with his girlfriend, he asked you out on a date. 

He apologized. 

You think something was wrong with you. You stayed. You’d rather reap the benefits of a rich boyfriend than deal with the legalities of quitting your job. 

He touches you as if you were a delicate thing. Precious. You moved into his penthouse. You had access to most if not all of his belongings. 

It was fishy. You’ve asked him about why he did what he did. He said it was to collect more DNA, which was left all over the mattress. 

He wanted to create a better clone of Superman. 

You swipe through your phone, ignoring emails of this so-called Clark Kent from the Daily Planet who wants to discuss your kidnapping the month before. 

He’s been trying for weeks now. 

You trudge through the bedroom door to see Lex in the kitchen. You sniff and your stomach twists. You get closer and you have to stop. 

Bile collects in your mouth, and you rush to the bathroom. He calls out for you in concern, rushing towards you as you keel over the toilet bowl. 

“What were you making that smelled so disgusting?” you groan. His cooking skills were mediocre at best. You weren’t surprised by the horrible smell. 

“Eggs.” 

He could see the wheels turning in your head. You missed your period, but you’ve always had irregular months. 

Your ears ring, you want to puke but not from the smell of breakfast. 

Now that you thought about it. Your boobs were sore, you brushed it off as a long-term side effect of the chemicals. You were spotting for a few days. You felt off. 

You slam the door on Lex’s face and scour through the drawers underneath the sink. A fresh box of pregnancy tests was almost gleaming at you. 

You curse Lex. The bastard planned this. 

You sit on the toilet for more than two minutes. Your legs shake, your hands smooth over your thighs anxiously. 

You’re pretty sure it was Superman’s. You hoped it was just to spite Lex. 

You shake your head and put your head in your hands. You hope it wasn’t anybody’s! 

You pick up the test and close your eyes tightly. You open them and your heart drops. Your body goes cold. 

Lex gleams with joy as you scream in a mix of frustration and pent-up anxiety. You open the door and shove the test to his chest.

He watches you pack your belongings.  

It was positive. 

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Baby daddy needs to lock in… Lex Luthor is so freaky I fear he would make a scheme to carry the child himself if he biologically could. Anyways, I don’t feel great about this one. Idk. Let me know if y'all want more of this reader. 

Requests and asks open! 

-Alejandra 💋 🐇

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Yuji fucking you and clueless Choso walks in.........

(There will be a part 2!)

The apartment was warm, dim and filled with disgusting sounds of sloppy thrusts and pathetic little sobs. Yuji had you face-down on the couch, knees spread on the cushions, ass tilted up so high it had your cheek smushed into the spit-soaked pillow below. His fingers gripped your waist tight enough to bruise, holding you down in place as he slammed in deep—cock punching into your messy hole over and over, every thrust lewd and wet and it had your pussy drooling all over his balls.

It was almost feral with how messy and loud it all was.

“Yuji—! Yuji, slow—f-fuck, it’s too—!” you gasped, fingers curling into the cushion.

“You can take it,” he groaned behind you, voice ragged as he snapped into you. “Godddd babe, your slutty little pussy’s squeezing me so tight—you’re so greedy, you miss this dick that bad?”

You whined, the words making your face burn even hotter. Yuji was always so sweet in public—always the golden boy everyone knew and was fond of, kissing your forehead and holding your hand. But the second he got you alone? He was nasty for it. Addicted. Always mouthing at your ass, fingering you while you were brushing your teeth, humping your thighs in the shower just because they were soft.

So you didn’t hear the front door creak open.

Didn’t hear the quiet footfalls.

Didn’t notice Choso standing there until Yuji shifted your hips and you caught sight of him in the hallway.

Choso was just… there. Standing. Blinking. Face blank and completely unphased, like he walked in on you two playing cards.

Yuji didn’t even realize at first. He was too busy rutting in deep, tugging your hips back against his pelvis while staring at your ass jiggling lewdly with every motion.

You squealed, trying to push back against Yuji’s stomach. “Yuji! Yuji, Choso—!”

“Huh?” Yuji blinked, panting. He turned his head—and froze. “Oh fuck—”

“Are you guys…wrestling?” Choso asked, head tilting. His tone wasn’t sarcastic. He was deadass serious. “Why is she crying?”

You were in fact, sniffling—face wet, eyes glassy, tongue poking from your lips as you trembled from how good Yuji had been fucking you. Yuji was still inside you, too stunned to pull out.

Yuji sputtered as his eyes widened. “No! Choso, I—bro, you can’t just walk in—!”

Choso took a step forward.

You both screamed in sync.

“Choso, get OUT—!” Yuji was trying to fumble for a throw pillow to cover your bare ass.

Choso frowned. “You’re hurting her?”

Yuji looked like he was going to combust. “No—! I mean, yes—but in a good way!”

Choso squinted like he didn’t believe what Yuji said. His eyes drifted down between your thighs—still dripping, Yuji’s cock still buried inside you—and he hummed. “Oh. this is sex”.

“YES, this is sex, what do you think this is?” Yuji practically shouted.

You let out a broken moan and shoved your face into the pillow. “Yuji, pull out please, oh my gosh—he’s looking”

Yuji yelped and finally slipped out of you with a wet pop! sound that made Choso’s eyes widen.

“Why is it so noisy?” Choso asked with confusion written all over his face.

Yuji buried his face in his hands.

You were a mess—leaking, shaking, still flushed and aching for more and Choso was standing there like a confused cat in a room full of cucumbers.

“…Can I try next time?” Choso asked thoughtfully. “She looked like she liked it”.

“GET OUT!!”

But still obviously, Choso didn’t budge—Not even when Yuji scrambled to tug his hoodie down over your hips. Not even when you tried to hide your face behind your hands, whining like a kicked puppy. He just stood there in the hallway, arms at his sides, a little head tilt like a confused NPC trying to trigger dialogue.

“I’m not leaving,” he finally said, slowly blinking. “I have questions”.

“Oh my gosh,” Yuji groaned, forehead thudding against your back.

You tried to wriggle away but Yuji’s hand reflexively held your hip still, like his body forgot he wasn’t supposed to be fucking you anymore. You were both flushed and sweaty, still panting, the room sticky with sex—and Choso was barely reacting.

“…What kind of questions?” Yuji asked warily, as if bracing for a bomb.

Choso took a step closer.

You and Yuji both flinched.

“How come her hole was all… frothy?”

You made a sound. Yuji slapped a hand over your mouth before it turned into a shriek.

“She—uh—got wet,” Yuji said quickly, face crimson. “She gets really wet sometimes”.

Choso blinked. “That’s not pee?”

Yuji looked physically ill. “No?! No, what—dude, what the fuck—why would—”

Choso nodded slowly, absorbing the information like it was part of a lecture. “So when you said she was ‘squeezing’ you… you meant inside her vagina”.

“YES”.

“She doesn’t look very strong”.

“…It’s muscle, bro. She—babe, stop laughing, you’re not helping!”

You were wheezing into the pillow, your whole body trembling from the effort of staying quiet.

Choso leaned a little closer, eyes scanning between your legs, then to your ass, then back to your messy thighs. “And she likes it like this? Bent over? Getting her ass clapped?”

“Don’t say it like that!” Yuji practically cringed. “Don’t say ‘ass clapped’ like you read it off Reddit!”

You whined. Your thighs rubbed together instinctively. You were still soaked—your body didn’t care how embarrassed you were, especially with Yuji’s voice in that broken boyish register, trying to defend your honor while you were leaking down your legs.

Choso noticed.

“Why is it still dripping?” he asked, pointing. “You stopped, but it’s still leaking”.

Yuji actually gagged.

“Get out, Choso. Please. I’ll explain everything later. Just—just give us five minutes”.

Choso looked at you. At your glassy eyes. Your ruined thighs. The way you still arched into Yuji’s touch without meaning to.

“…Can I watch next time?”

You squealed. Yuji lunged for the nearest object to throw and beaned him with a couch cushion.

Choso didn’t even flinch. He just stood there and caught the pillow, then dropped it like it was contaminated.

“I’m serious,” he said.

Yuji stared at him, stunned and red-faced and slack-jawed.

“I’ll think about it,” you mumbled with a flustered face.

Yuji turned to you like you just agreed to start a cult.

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₊˚. ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹ KNEES AND NEED !

ੈ✩‧ paring : sylus, caleb, rafayel, xavier, zayne x bunny fem!reader

ੈ✩‧ warnings : nsfw/smut, vaginal, reader is implied to be chubby, cow girl, rough s*x, doggy style, hair pulling, chocking, spanking, nipple sucking & pulling, wall fucking, biting, dacryphilia & others!

ੈ✩‧ summary : how they react when their bunny girlfriend calls them daddy. ૮꒰◞ ˕ ◟ ྀི꒱ა

ੈ✩‧ note : dunno if this is out of character, they are all mean and rough here. also minors do not interact please!! also not proof read

－❤︎︎ SYLUS :

Sylus had you spread out beneath him, your chubby thighs hooked over his arms as he drove into you, slow and deep. His red eyes were locked onto your face, drinking in every little gasp, every quiver of your soft, plush body. You were dripping for him, your pussy stretched around the thick length of his cock, so wet he could hear the slick sounds every time he thrust forward. Your fluffy tail twitching with each thrust.

“Taking me so well, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice thick with desire. His grip tightened on your thighs, thumbs pressing into your soft skin as he ground against your clit. The friction sent a shockwave through you, making you whimper and squirm in his grasp.

That’s when it slipped out. Barely a breath, just a desperate little moan—

“Daddy…”

Sylus stilled. His cock throbbed inside you, your walls clenching around him at the sudden stillness. The air between you turned electric, and when you dared to look up at him, his expression had shifted completely. Those crimson eyes burned with something deeper, something darker.

“What did you just call me?” His voice was low, dangerous, dripping with need.

Your ears twitched, cheeks burning. “I—I didn’t mean to—”

His hips snapped forward, driving his cock into you hard enough to knock the breath from your lungs. “No, you don’t get to take that back.” Another thrust, deeper, rougher. “Say it again.”

You gasped, body arching, fingers clawing at his broad shoulders. He was so deep, so thick, rubbing against the spot inside you that had you seeing stars. “D-Daddy,” you whimpered, voice cracking.

Sylus let out a growl, one hand sliding down to your belly, pressing down just enough to make you feel every inch of him buried inside you. “Good girl,” he praised, rubbing slow circles over your clit, making you writhe beneath him. “You know what that does to me, don’t you?”

You couldn’t speak, only moan as he fucked into you harder, stretching you open, making your pussy pulse around him. He was relentless now, chasing the sound of your pleasure, of you falling apart for him.

“That’s it, little bunny,” he groaned, pressing his forehead against yours, his breath hot and ragged. “Daddy’s gonna fill you up nice and full—baby.” Sylus smirked while gripping your plush thighs.

Sylus’s grip on your thighs tightened, his fingers pressing into your soft skin hard enough to leave marks. His smirk was sharp, predatory, his red eyes locked onto yours with dark amusement.

“You’re really full of surprises, aren’t you, bunny?” he rasped, his voice thick with something possessive, something dangerously pleased. His hips rolled forward, slow and deliberate, grinding his cock so deep inside you that your toes curled. “Calling me Daddy while I’m balls-deep in this perfect little pussy?”

You whimpered, thighs trembling against his arms as the heat in your belly twisted tighter. His words, his tone—it was overwhelming. Your ears twitched as you tried to turn your head, but Sylus wasn’t having it.

“Oh no, don’t go getting shy on me now.” His free hand slid up, fingers wrapping around your throat—not to squeeze, just to hold you there, to make you feel him. “Say it again. Let me hear you beg for Daddy’s cock.”

The way he said it made your insides clench, your pussy fluttering around his thick length. He groaned, the sensation sending a shudder through his broad frame, his control slipping just a little.

“D-Daddy, please,” you gasped, fingers curling into his forearms, nails dragging over his skin.

“Fuck,” he growled, his restraint snapping.

He drove into you harder now, setting a brutal rhythm that had your back arching off the bed. His cock slammed into that spot deep inside you, each thrust making your vision blur, making your fluffy tail twitch wildly against the sheets.

“Such a good girl,” Sylus praised between ragged breaths, his hand on your belly pressing down just enough to make you feel every inch of him. “Look at you, taking Daddy’s cock so fucking well. You love it, don’t you?”

You could only nod, too lost in the pleasure to form words. His fingers found your clit again, rubbing in tight, relentless circles that made your whole body jolt. The pleasure was unbearable, a dizzying, intoxicating thing that had you spiraling toward the edge.

Sylus grinned, his own control slipping as he felt your pussy start to tighten around him. “That’s it, little bunny,” he groaned, snapping his hips harder. “Cum for Daddy—let me feel you fall apart on my cock.”

And when you did, when your body clenched around him so tight it dragged a deep, guttural moan from his lips, Sylus followed right after—filling you up just like he promised.

－❤︎︎ CALEB :

Caleb leaned back against the headboard, his toned chest rising and falling with heavy breaths as he watched you sink down onto his cock. His hands gripped your plush thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh as you took him inch by inch, stretching around his thick length.

“Shit, bunny,” he groaned, head tilting back for just a second before snapping forward again, his sharp purple-ish eyes locking onto you. “So fuckin’ tight—like you were made for me.”

You whimpered, hands bracing against his chest as you adjusted to the stretch, your bunny ears twitching. His cock was so deep, pressing right against that spot inside you that made your whole body tremble.

Caleb smirked, his grip tightening, thumbs stroking over your thighs. “C’mon, baby, don’t go shy on me now. Ride me.”

You started to move, lifting yourself just enough before sinking back down, the slow drag making you shudder. Caleb groaned, his fingers twitching like he was resisting the urge to take control, to flip you over and fuck you senseless. But he wanted to watch you do it—wanted to see the way you lost yourself on his cock.

“That’s it, just like that,” he murmured, his voice rough with need. His hands slid up to your waist, guiding your movements, helping you pick up the pace. The sound of slick, wet skin meeting filled the room, each bounce making your tits jiggle, your bunny tail twitching behind you.

Then it slipped out, barely more than a breathy moan—

“Daddy…”

Caleb froze. His hands clenched on your waist, his cock twitching deep inside you. His blue eyes darkened, something dangerous and hungry flashing through them.

“…The hell did you just call me?” His voice was low, teasing, but there was something else beneath it—something raw.

Your face burned, ears drooping slightly as you tried to brush past it, to keep moving. But Caleb wasn’t having that.

“Oh, no, sweetheart.” His hands shot to your hips, holding you still, keeping you seated fully on his cock so you could feel every inch pulsing inside you. “Say that again.”

You swallowed hard, your body trembling under his heated gaze. “…D-Daddy.”

A sharp inhale, then a slow, wicked grin spread across Caleb’s face.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, his grip tightening. “You really tryna kill me?”

Before you could answer, he planted his feet on the bed and snapped his hips up, fucking into you so hard your breath hitched. The sudden force had you falling forward, hands bracing against his shoulders, and Caleb chuckled, smug and pleased.

“That’s more like it,” he rasped, meeting each desperate bounce with deep, powerful thrusts. “Knew my sweet little bunny had a filthy side.”

His hand slid between your bodies, fingers finding your clit and rubbing tight, merciless circles. The pleasure shot straight through you, white-hot and overwhelming, your walls clenching around him.

“Daddy’s gonna make you cum so hard,” he groaned, snapping his hips up again. “Gonna have you milking my cock—c’mon, baby, let me feel it.”

And when you finally shattered, body trembling, pussy pulsing around him, Caleb groaned loud, pulling you down fully onto his cock as he filled you up, just like he promised.

－❤︎︎ RAFAYEL :

Rafayel had you on your hands and knees, his grip firm on your hips as he fucked you deep and steady. His pink and blue eyes were locked onto the way your plush body trembled beneath him, your soft thighs quivering, your fluffy bunny tail twitching with each sharp thrust. The wet sounds of your slick pussy taking him so well filled the room, along with his low, controlled breaths and the occasional rough groan.

“Tch,” he muttered, his voice laced with amusement and condescension. “Look at you. Pathetic.”

You shuddered, his cruel words sending a sharp pulse of heat straight to your core. Rafayel was always like this—biting, arrogant, a man who wielded control like a blade. And yet, you could feel it in the way his fingers dug into your skin, in the way his pace stuttered for just a second when your walls fluttered around him. He was just as affected as you were, even if he wouldn’t say it.

A wicked idea sparked in your mind, and before you could second-guess yourself, the word slipped past your lips, breathy and sweet—

“Daddy.”

Rafayel froze.

His grip on your hips tightened to the point of bruising, his cock throbbing inside you as the weight of that single word sank in. The air turned thick with tension, an eerie silence stretching between you before he finally spoke.

“…The fuck did you just call me?” His voice was low, dangerously quiet.

Your ears twitched, your face burning, but you forced yourself to stay still, to feign innocence. “I—I didn’t mean to—”

A sharp, sudden thrust cut you off, knocking the air from your lungs.

“No.” His tone was a warning, a command. “You don’t get to take that back.” Another deep, punishing thrust, forcing you to take every inch of him. “Say it again.”

Your fingers curled into the sheets, your body trembling as the pleasure crashed over you in waves. He felt bigger now, heavier, his presence overwhelming as he loomed over you, his breath hot against your ear.

“D-Daddy,” you whimpered, barely able to get the word out.

Rafayel let out a low, guttural groan, something between a curse and a growl. His hands slid up your body, one gripping your waist while the other wrapped around your throat—not to squeeze, just to hold you in place. His pace turned brutal, his cock slamming into you over and over again, hitting that perfect spot inside you that had you seeing stars.

“Good girl,” he praised, his voice rough with desire. “You want Daddy to fuck you properly? Want to be filled up nice and full?”

You nodded desperately, too lost in the pleasure to speak.

Rafayel chuckled darkly, his fingers slipping between your legs, rubbing tight circles against your clit. “Then take it, bunny. Take all of it.”

And when you finally came, body writhing, walls clenching down on him, Rafayel followed with a deep, shuddering groan—filling you up just like he promised.

－❤︎︎ XAVIER :

Xavier had you pressed against the cold wall of his quarters, your legs wrapped around his waist, your soft body caged between him and the unyielding surface. His hands gripped your thighs, keeping you exactly where he wanted as he drove into you, slow and deep, making you feel every inch of him stretching you open.

His blue eyes burned into yours, half-lidded with lust, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Look at you,” he murmured, voice dripping with amusement. “So needy. You’ve been squeezing around me ever since I put you up here.”

You whimpered, his words making the heat in your core tighten. His cock dragged against that sweet spot inside you with every thrust, the angle making it impossible to escape the overwhelming pleasure. Your bunny ears twitched, your fluffy tail quivering, and Xavier’s smirk widened.

“Aww, are your little ears twitching for me?” He teased, rolling his hips forward harder, making you cry out. “Fuck, that’s cute.”

Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging desperately, and he let out a low chuckle. “Oh, you wanna play rough, bunny?”

Before you could respond, his hand shot up, wrapping around your throat, pinning you fully against the wall. His grip wasn’t tight—just firm enough to make you feel it, to remind you exactly who was in control. Your breath hitched, and Xavier leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear.

“Let’s see how much you can handle,” he purred.

His pace turned brutal, his hips slamming into you with an intensity that had your body shaking. You gasped, the pressure on your throat making everything sharper—the pleasure, the way his cock filled you so perfectly, the raw heat of his dominance.

Then, without warning, his free hand yanked your hair back, forcing your head up so you had no choice but to meet his gaze. His pupils were blown wide, a dark, hungry glint in those striking blue eyes.

“You look so fucking good like this,” he groaned, his fingers tightening just enough to make your breath stutter. “Choked up on my cock, all helpless and desperate. Bet you love this, don’t you?”

A strangled moan was all you could manage, and Xavier smirked.

“Oh, bunny, I felt that,” he cooed, his thumb stroking over your pulse. “Your pretty little pussy just clenched so tight around me. You want Daddy to ruin you, huh?”

The word slipped out before you could stop it. “D-Daddy—”

Xavier went still for half a second. Then, something dark flickered across his face, and his grip on your hair tightened.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice taking on a dangerous edge. “You really shouldn’t have said that.”

His next thrust was punishing, slamming so deep you saw stars. You sobbed his name—his new name—and Xavier groaned, his control snapping completely.

“That’s it,” he growled, fucking you harder, his hand pressing tighter against your throat. “Say it again. Beg for Daddy’s cock while I fill you up.”

You did—again and again—until your body shattered around him, and Xavier made good on his promise, burying himself deep inside you with a low, satisfied groan.

－❤︎︎ ZAYNE :

Zayne had you sprawled across his lap, your back pressed to his chest, legs spread wide as he bounced you on his cock. His strong arms were wrapped around your waist, keeping you trapped against him, making sure you took every inch of him as he thrust up into you, slow and deliberate.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he groaned against your ear, his breath hot as his hands roamed over your soft body. “You’re squeezin’ me so damn tight.”

You whimpered, head falling back against his shoulder, your bunny ears twitching as the pleasure built with every deep stroke. His cock dragged against that perfect spot inside you, stretching you open, making your body tremble from the intensity of it all.

“Z-Zayne,” you gasped, fingers clawing at his arms, trying to ground yourself.

His lips curled into a smirk. “What’s wrong, bunny? Can’t handle it?”

Without warning, he dipped his head down, sinking his teeth into your shoulder—sharp enough to make you gasp, but not enough to break the skin. The sensation sent a shudder through you, your walls fluttering around his cock as heat coiled tighter in your core.

Zayne chuckled, licking over the fresh bite before sucking hard, leaving a deep, possessive mark. “Mmm, you look so damn good covered in my marks,” he murmured, pressing another hickey just below your ear. “Gonna make sure everyone knows exactly who fucks you like this.”

His grip tightened on your thighs, his thrusts picking up pace, bouncing you harder on his cock. You sobbed his name, hands flying up to grasp his hair as the pleasure became overwhelming.

Then, in a moment of pure desperation, it slipped out—

“D-Daddy—”

Zayne stilled.

His grip on your body tightened, his cock throbbing deep inside you, and you could feel the low growl vibrating in his chest.

“The fuck did you just call me?” His voice was rough, edged with something dark and hungry.

You swallowed hard, your ears twitching, heat flooding your cheeks. “I—I didn’t mean—”

A sharp thrust cut you off, Zayne’s hands moving to grip your hips as he fucked into you harder, rougher, dragging out a cry from your lips.

“No, no, sweetheart,” he rasped, his teeth grazing your throat before biting down again. “You don’t get to take that back.”

His pace turned relentless, his cock slamming into you with a new kind of urgency. One of his hands slid up, wrapping around your throat, tilting your head to the side so he could see your dazed, desperate expression.

“Say it again,” he demanded, his voice rough against your skin.

You moaned, body arching, fingers digging into his arms. “D-Daddy—!”

Zayne groaned, his hand moving between your legs, rubbing tight circles against your clit. “That’s my girl,” he praised, his grip on your throat tightening just enough to make your breath stutter. “Daddy’s gonna fuck you stupid—gonna fill you up nice and full.”

And with another sharp bite against your neck, he did exactly that—fucking you through your high, making sure you felt every last drop of his release inside you.

Zayne didn’t let up. Even as your body trembled, even as your thighs quivered against his, even as you tried to catch your breath, he kept fucking into you—deep, deliberate, relentless.

Your vision blurred, overwhelmed by the pleasure, the overstimulation making your body shake in his grip. Tears welled up in your eyes, spilling over your cheeks, and Zayne groaned at the sight.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he rasped, his tongue tracing over the tear-streaked path down your cheek before pressing a soft, almost mocking kiss to your jaw. “Look at you. Cryin’ already?”

You let out a choked sob, gripping his arms as your body tensed around him. Every thrust pushed you further into the haze of pleasure, your mind melting from the intensity.

Zayne fucking loved it.

“God, you’re so pretty when you cry,” he murmured, tilting your head back to get a better look. His fingers brushed away a stray tear, only to press down on your clit again, drawing another desperate sob from your lips. “Bet you love this, huh? Daddy fucks you so good it makes you tear up?”

You nodded weakly, your breath coming in ragged little gasps. Your ears drooped slightly, your fluffy tail twitching in response to the overwhelming sensation coursing through you.

Zayne smirked, his grip on your throat tightening just enough to make your breath stutter. “Poor little bunny,” he cooed, mock sympathy lacing his voice. “Can’t even handle it, can you?”

A sob tore from your throat, and he groaned, his thrusts turning rougher, more demanding. He was obsessed—obsessed with how wrecked you looked, how every whimper, every gasp, every tear made you clench down around him even tighter.

“You’re gonna cry while I fill you up, aren’t you?” he growled, his teeth dragging along the shell of your ear before biting down hard. “Gonna be a good little bunny and take everything I give you?”

All you could do was nod, helpless beneath his touch, your body too lost in pleasure to do anything else.

And when he finally pushed you over the edge again—when your body shattered completely, sobbing his name as you came around his cock—Zayne groaned, burying himself deep and giving you exactly what he promised, his hands gripping you tight as he filled you up, claiming you in every possible way.

Even as your body went limp against his chest, the aftershocks making you shudder, he didn’t let go. He held you there, pressing lazy kisses against your tear—streaked cheeks, smirking as he whispered,

“That’s my good girl.”

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