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simon riley fucking you for the first time knowing he shouldn’t. it’s forbidden. it’s wrong. you’re the captain’s daughter.
he has you sat on the table, your shirt hiked up, his pants shoved down. his cock is still bottoming out, groaning in your ear, when you both hear price’s heavy footfalls echoing down the hall as he calls out for his daughter… for you.
Adrian Chase with a girlfriend who matches his freak a little too hard <3
Paring: Adrian chase x reader
Warnings: very toxic relationship dynamics, he’s right where he wants to be.
None of the team has met you much, except Chris who prefers not to stay in your company too long, the reason for which evades both Adebayo and Emilia, since you seem like a very nice, sane girl.
Sometimes after Adrian gets a bit too drunk at bars, you walk in dressed up like a woman who definitely doesn’t belong in a small town in Washington, and way too polite.
So, when Chris insists that you’re absolutely bat shit insane and your behaviour puts Adrian to shame, they can’t believe any of it, brushing it off as him being the usual asshole because his sidekick has a girlfriend and he does not.
All of those are put to rest when Adrian comes into work late, driving a brand new car into the parking lot. When he’s pressed about it, he gives them a little smile, almost as if he’s remembering a fond moment.
“Y/n lit my car on fire, so I had to buy a new one,” he says, his tone is so joyful that they’re a contrast to his words.
“What?” The whole team looks at him, eyes wide and Chris almost screams out an ‘I told you so’.
“Yeah, she saw me talking to a girl and said I was cheating on her, so she lit my car on fire. Isn’t that cool? I would totally do the same, but I’d probably cry first.” He turns to his table, chuckling to himself about his ‘loving girlfriend,’ who is definitely not crazy.
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knowing the bouncer at your favourite club really is the best..♡ (bouncer!toji x chubby!reader)
every bouncer at the club knows you by now because you always show up laughing too loud with a tiny outfit on, all soft curves, heels clicking against the sidewalk while toji stands outside the entrance built like a damn wall pretending he doesnt immediately notice you in line every single weekend.
"there he is!" you yell happily the second you spot him, pointing at him dramatically while the people around you turn to look.
toji reaches over immediately and snatches your ID out of your hand before you can wave it around any harder, his brows pulling together while he checks it despite already knowing your birthday by memory at this point.
"why you always gotta announce yourself like that," he mutters roughly, handing the ID back while his eyes drag over your face for a second too long. you grin at him without shame, fingers curling around the card while you lean closer to the barricade.
"cause youre my favorite bouncer," you tell him sweetly, lashes batting just enough to make the guy behind you snort.
toji clicks his tongue under his breath like hes annoyed, but the corner of his mouth still twitches before he steps aside to let you in. the other bouncers think the whole thing is hilarious because toji hates almost everybody at this job.
everybody else gets dirty looks, grunts, and the occasional threat when they start acting stupid, but you quite literally get let in for free half the time.
the problem starts a couple hours later when youre drunk enough to think climbing onto the bar during some terrible song is a good idea. and one of the bartenders immediately goes to get toji, again.
toji pushes through the crowd already looking irritated, broad shoulders knocking people aside while flashing lights bounce across his face, and the second you spot him your entire face lights up.
"my bouncer!" you yell excitedly, nearly losing your balance trying to point at him.
"yeah, yeah." he mutters tiredly, grabbing your waist before you can topple over backward, his fingers digging into the generous flesh there. "partys done, cmon."
you whine dramatically while he hauls you away from the bar like an oversized cat, one massive arm locked around your middle while your heels scrape uselessly against the floor.
"noo, toji, Im dancin.." you complain loudly, head falling against his shoulder while he drags you through the crowd.
"you were damn near upside down on top'a the counter," he replies flatly, tightening his grip when you wobble again.
"thats not illegal.." you argue immediately, pouting up at him while the cold air hits your face the second he carries you outside.
"felt illegal." he mutters, finally setting you down near the entrance while keeping one hand firm on your waist so you dont drift away. usually this is the part where people get shoved into an uber and sent home, but not you, because youre special apparently.
thirty minutes later youre still standing beside him at the front entrance with his security jacket hanging off your shoulders while you "help" check IDs.
"you missed one." you whisper suspiciously while leaning heavily against his arm, pointing at a completely normal man entering the club. toji glances down at you slowly, cigarette tucked behind his ear while his hand stays braced against your back.
"you can barely see straight," he says dryly, watching your eyes struggle to focus on the line.
"Im checking. I can tell when someones lying from how theyre dressed." you reply seriously, narrowing your eyes at the next person walking up.
"that aint a real thing," he mutters, rubbing a hand over his face while you dramatically stick your hand out toward the poor guy in front of you.
"ID," you demand sternly, trying your hardest to sound authoritative despite swaying slightly, and the man actually hands it over.
you stare at it for several long seconds, lips pursed in concentration while toji watches the whole thing.
"I dont know what any of this means.." you admit finally, turning toward him with complete sincerity while holding the ID up helplessly. toji lets out this rough tired laugh through his nose before taking it from your hand, shoulders shaking slightly while he hands it back to the customer.
"go sit down somewhere fore you mess this all up. ya cant even read right now." he mutters, steering you gently away from the entrance with one large hand against your lower back.
"no," you reply immediately, grabbing onto his arm with both hands while your cheek presses against his shoulder. "Im working."
"you are absolutely not workin," he says flatly, but he still keeps you beside him anyway while you whisper nonsense security concerns into his ear for the next twenty minutes.
and by the time toji finally gets his break, youre still attached to him, warm and tipsy beside his body while his security jacket nearly swallows you whole.
"you see them shoes?" you whisper to him, leaning closer.
"baby, focus on standin upright first."
you glare at him immediately. youre not having the disrespect.
"I am upright." you huff, even though you almost trip while saying it.
"that guy has fake gucci.." you whisper seriously while pointing toward the entrance, eyes narrowed with drunken suspicion.
toji snorts quietly around the cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth before grabbing your waist and pulling you straight into his lap the second he sits down behind the club, your ass hitting his thighs.
"you can barely see," he mutters, settling back in the chair while one thick arm locks securely around your middle, hand resting on your upper thigh.
"I can feel it," you insist stubbornly, immediately melting against his chest while your fingers start playing with the rings on his hand.
"that dont even make sense." he replies, smoke curling into the cold night air while his rough palm rubs slowly up your thigh absentmindedly. one of the other bouncers walks past and laughs under his breath after spotting you curled up comfortably in tojis lap.
"you babysittin again?" the guy asks, grinning while toji shoots him an irritated look.
"mind your business," toji mutters immediately, pulling you a little closer against his chest while you mumble something sleepy into his shoulder. a couple minutes later your head starts drooping heavier against him, lashes fluttering while the alcohol finally catches up to you completely.
"..toji" you mumble tiredly, fingers hooking weakly into the front of his shirt. "i think m'gettin sleepy.."
"yeah?" he mutters, glancing down at you while putting out his cigarette against the metal chair beside him.
you squint up at him lazily, still curled against his chest while music pounds faintly from inside the club.
"am I fired?" you ask.
toji actually laughs at that, one hand sliding up your back while he shakes his head.
"course. cant have you takin my job, aye? gonna leave me broke."
tou hum thoughtfully like youre genuinely considering that before your eyes start closing again. the second your body goes limp against him, toji sighs quietly through his nose before adjusting his grip under your thighs and standing up with you still in his arms.
one of the bartenders passing by raises an eyebrow immediately.
"you takin her home already?"
toji glances down at your sleepy face tucked against his neck, his security jacket bunched around your body while you cling to him without even realizing it.
"yeah," he mutters, tightening his hold slightly. "shes done causin' problems for tonight."
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Summary: Nolan has spent a full 2 decades on Earth, and he likes to believe that he has adapted their ways, but a reminder of his 'duty' makes him break all human lines.
Paring: Nolan Grayson/Omni Man x Viltumite Reader (Female)
Warnings: outdated ideologies, age gap (900+ and 20), cheating, corruption kink, p in v, unprotected sex, breeding kink, nipple play, hand and blow jobs, power dynamics, crying, fingering, pussy eating, nasty stuff.
A/N: this one is very very icky, don't engage if you don't like dark kinks, artwork credits to owner, pictures from pinterest.
Nolan had assimilated very well, he was proud of the results of 20 years of effort trying to learn all the weird human ways. He made a family, provided for them well, he was perhaps the most succesful Viltrumite in their expansion so far. And on top of that, he stuck with being monogamous for 20 whole years. He did love Debbie, and he never really had a wadering eyes problem, after all, patience and self control are some of his best suits.
He was worried that the biggest disruption would come when Mark got his powers, but after having dealt with it better than expected, he did not expect another bomb to be dropped on his picture perfect life.
It happened when the GDA systems detected an unathourized body in the atmosphere and sent him out to check if it was a threat, but he returned with a 20 year old half Vitrumite girl whose mother was one of his companions on Viltrum. She did not explain much, only that she was in danger and the only one she trusted enough to leave her daughter with was Nolan.
Her powers hadn't manifested yet, a defect caused by the human like species her mother bred with, but the pure blood was taking over slowly and she was exhibiting signs of gaining them soon.
They barely said a word to one another, but he debriefed Cecil, taking her to his home. She seemed like a wide eyed doe looking around her as if it was her first day outside.
"This is my wife Debbie, and I have a son Mark, he's not here right now." He introduced them, making y/n sit on the couch while he explained to his wife why there was a stray in their house.
She watched with focused eyes as the woman comes to sit beside her, grabbing her hand tenderly “We’ll get you settled in, and we should take you shopping as well”
Y/n looked down, noticing how different her draped cloth was from what the woman was wearing and nodded “Thank you”, she speaks for the first time since parting from her mother.
Debbie gives her a smile, patting her shoulder “Are you hungry?”
Y/n nods, her stomach had been growling for ages but she was too shy to ask for anything, already worried about being too much of a burden.
As she sits on the dining table with the couple, her eyes keep wandering to the man, trying to read his expression. While Debbie is loading up the dishwasher, he finally speaks to her.
“You can stay here tonight, we’ll get you shifted into our apartment in the city tomorrow, I’ll help you train when your powers come in.” He says like it’s an announcement and not the plan for her life, but she nods along, if her mother trusted him, so should she.
Debbie helps her shop for a wardrobe while Nolan stalks around behind them, providing the services of a card and hanger for the bags. Y/n keeps notice of how he listens to his wife, unexpected submission from one of the strongest men in their history.
But Debbie doesn’t come along when he flies her over to the city of Chicago. He lands with her on the balcony entrance of a penthouse apartment in one of the tallest buildings, and she stands awkwardly in the hallway.
“I’m doing this as a favour to your mother. I have my own family to look after.” He speaks in that deep voice, making her agree to anything he says.
“Yes, sir. I don’t mean to be a disruption in your lives. I appreciate all of this.” She says, her head dipped in fear and respect for the man.
“Good. Settle in here, there is a phone on the counter, my number is saved. If you need anything, send me a text.” He walks over to the balcony and flies off before any questions can even come to her mind.
Y/n tries to get comfortable in the new place for the next few days, but she feels lonely and just uncomfortable. She contemplates texting the one number on her phone, but decides against it till necessary.
And it doesn’t take long for it to happen. She’s throwing a ball at the wall, bouncing it back into her hand, when suddenly it crashes through the wall due to a burst of strength. She jumps off the bed, immediately reaching for her phone. The phone rings as she puts it to her ear, waiting impatiently, and as soon as she hears the breathing from the other side she speaks up.
“Nolan! I got my powers! At least some, I think- but it might be a fluke, I hope not-“
“It’s 2am, Y/n, I was sleeping” he groans as he runs a hand over his face. “I’ll be there in 10.”
She feels super bad for having disturbed his sleep, but then she hears the balcony door open and walks over, buzzing with excitement “I’m sorry I woke you up this late, I didn’t see the time” she starts apologising, but he lifts his hand.
“Punch” he says like a plain order, palm held out towards her. Her eyes roam over his attire, a plain white wife beater and sweatpants, so informal for a man who she heard of growing up.
“What?” She gapes at him. But then he says the same thing again and she gathers all her strength to land a punch right in the centre of his hand, making it jerk just a little.
Nolan hums, “good, we’ll start practicing tomorrow, don’t break anything.” He says, already stepping out to leave her.
She slumps back into her bed, feeling bored beyond words and also a bit embarrassed at his clear lack of enthusiasm when it comes to matters with her.
They start official training the next day, sometimes in the large terrace or sometimes in the woods when he thinks she had more of a chance of bursting energy. Every day he teaches her hand to hand combat along with control of her skills, giving lessons about exactly how to invoke each one of them.
Nolan does warm up to her, even though it’s very slow. Sometimes after training when she stands in the kitchen with him, he’ll pat her shoulder or ruffle her hair with a half hidden smile, praising her for her good work that day.
He would also take her out to get her used to her neighbourhood, hoping that she’ll be able to go out on her own if he’s busy and doesn’t feel stuck in the apartment.
They were on an errand to the grocery store, and since it was late at night, they were sort of goofing around in the aisles, and she floats away from him a few inches at a time, but when he tries to grab her, she slams back into the shelf, making it almost topple over if it wasn’t for his hand coming around from both sides and grabbing it. “Careful” he says in a gruff tone, caging her in against the condiments.
“Sorry” she whispers back, stuck on his sharp features and the heat of his arms brushing her waist. His breath fans her face for a second before he pulls back, mumbling something under his breath before he grabs the cart and walks over to the counter.
They wordlessly walk back to the building, and he even refuses to let her help him carry the bags. She watches him put each one of them on the counter, and the air between them is heavy. Too heavy.
“Good night,” he speaks finally, but only to depart immediately, and she begins to worry if that accidental touch was going to be the cause of her being thrown out.
Nolan does not show up for training the next day, you text him to no response, and the same thing happens for almost a week, he’s dodging your calls, he’s ignoring your messages, and it’s making you pissed.
When he finally appears in your doorway, you almost push him away, anger simmering in your gut, but he pushes past you and into the house. You can see a stubble growing on his cheeks, different from his clean shaven look.
“You ignored me.” You state, leaning back against the counter as he paces around the room.
“I did.” He answers, looking at you for a second before coming right up to you and grabbing your face. “You are a distraction. I have a wife, a son.”
“I didn’t mean to be,” she speaks breathlessly, hand reaching up to grab his forearm.
Nolan lets go of her cheeks, instead covering his face with his hands. “I’m sorry.” He speaks, his voice muffled.
“What for? Your purpose is to expand the empire. Why would you not be tempted?” She speaks with such conviction, “if anything I should apologise for coming between you and your family.”
Nolan thinks back to all his training, centuries of being told he must take every opportunity to breed someone worthy of it, all rushing back to his head with the most perfect person to do it to right in front of him and for the first time in almost 2 decades, his control snaps like a rubber band being pulled too far.
He struts forward, grabbing her aggressively by her waist, crashing his lips into hers. Her eyes remain wide for only about two seconds before she grabs onto his hair, pulling him closer.
Nolan slips his hands lower on her body, lifting her by her thighs and onto the kitchen counter. She holds his face like she’s afraid he’ll slip away, but the way his lips mould into hers makes it seem like a stupid thought. She gasps into his mouth as his hand tugs at her hair, tilting her head back, rolling his tongue with hers.
Just as she feels his hand finally slip under her clothes, his phone starts ringing, loud, and he groans into his mouth before pulling back. She lets out an involuntary whine, not ready to let go of him yet. “It’s Debbie” he says, his breath heavy even though he doesn’t really need air.
Y/n leans back into the counter, resting her weight on her palms, her heart sinking as she watches Nolan pick up the call and stepping away to talk to his wife.
“I’ll have to go.” He speaks without elaborating on why, and she nods along, trying to keep the disappointment off her face.
“Okay… will you be back?” Her words are hopeful, more than they should be. But when he takes a moment to answer, stepping closer and kissing her forehead, it seems valid.
“I’ll come tomorrow.” He whispered into her hair, moving away before she can reply. She watches him disappear like a gust of wind. The day goes by slowly, so slow in fact that she wanted to fly over to his house and just… do anything but wait for him to come back.
The second she hears the door click open, she runs towards the entrance and is about to jump into Nolan’s arms but holds herself back. “Hi” she settles on saying that for now.
“Hi” his voice comes out deep and heavy, and she nods, stepping closer as she sees his arms held out for her. She tries to bite back a smile but fails immensely, immediately moving to wrap her arms around his waist.
He breaths in her scent, kissing her face “I thought about this, all night, and I can’t… god you’re just so tempting. I can’t hold back anymore.”
Y/n moves back just enough to kiss him, lifting herself into his arms, legs around his hips as he walks towards the nearest wall, pinning her against it.
“Nolan…” she claws at his skin as he kisses down her neck, sucking on all the sensitive spots he can find. His crotch rubs up against hers, his hardness giving away just how much he needs her.
“I need to taste you. Every inch of you,” he growled, pulling off her t shirt and throwing it without another thought, mouth immediately going to her to lick and suck her nipples till they’re pebbled and she’s melting at his touch. His hand travels under her shorts and fingers work their way through to her clit, making her let out soft gasps.
Nolan sets her down, but only for a second before he’s at his knees in front of her, lapping at her cunt like he’s been parched for days. When he feels her knees buckle, his hands settle under her thighs to support her.
“Nolan- fuck! Please… oh!” She feels his mouth turn up into a smirk, and he’s almost laughing at how undone she is. He feels her get close and pulls back with a pop, making her hips chase after his mouth.
“Easy, let’s get you to the bed,” he stands to his full height, towering over her. His arms enveloping her body as he carries her to her bed. He lets her fall onto it, bouncing on the soft mattress before he’s climbing on top of her.
She moves back to sit against the headboard and her hands move to his pants unbuttoning them to reveal his very long and thick cock, her lips watering even though a fear strikes into her about how hard it will be to fit.
“Have you done this before?” He asks, cupping her face, biting back a wince as her hand wraps around his cock. He does let out a groan when she shakes her head, and almost slams down on her but holds back enough to watch her lean down to wrap her mouth around the head of his cock.
“Good girl, doing so well,” he praises, even though she can barely fit half of him in her mouth. He lets her play for a few minutes, hands caressing her hair gently, but eventually it gets too much to hold back and he pulls her off by grabbing onto her roots, making her eyes water.
Nolan moves her to lay on her back, pushing her legs up so her cunt is exposed to him, and he spits on it “get ready, baby, it’s gonna hurt” he coos meanly, the fear in her eyes making him even more excited.
His cock pushes past her opening, making her almost scream his name out in pain, but the slick makes it easier to fit it in. “I’m gonna fill you up till you’re giving me babies.” He groans, moving his hips back and forth in a rocking nothing.
She nods, grabbing onto his forearms as he starts thrusting into her, each one harder than the last. Her moans echo in the room, knees pressed to her chest as he slams into her over and over again. “Please… Nolan!”
“Haven’t had such a tight pussy in so long. You can take it so well, can’t you? Made for taking my cock,” he speaks to her, or maybe her pussy, she’s not very sure.
His head falls back as he feels her clench, both their releases close, and he moves his fingers against her clit to make her cum. Both of them let out loud sounds, clutching to each other as he spills into her, pulling his cock out with a spurt of thick cum.
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I just got fucked up the ass by my paper so this is just self indulgent.
Higuruma was a super supportive boyfriend, and he helped you out so much with your studies since you were a law student. You had a big test coming up, one which you had spiralled over multiple times and now he waits in your shared apartment for you to come back, hopefully happy, but the second he sees your slumped shoulders and tired expression, he realises that it probably didn’t go too well.
His arms come to wrap around you immediately, kissing your forehead without a word. “It was so bad Romi” you whine, trying not to cry.
“Let’s get you into bed, you haven’t slept in 2 days.” He pulls you along till you’re changed into an oversized t shirt and under the blankets with a scoop of your favourite ice cream.
His arms pull you close but your brain is running too to fast to let you sleep, and when he notices that, he kisses you softly “can’t relax?”, and when you shake your head, he hums, moving away from under you.
“What?” You ask, but as he slips into the blanket and finds his way to your thighs, you realise what’s happening and open your legs.
His tongue and lips work up your thighs and into your mound, kissing and licking in slow motions, making your head fall back. You feel all the tension melt away, panting and moaning as he sucks on your clit, fingers stuffed in your now dripping cunt.
By the time you cum, you forget all about the paper and the only thing in your mind is the feeling of his tongue.