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Someone requested another crossover meme, but -- why stick with just crossovers? Here's your chance to request things from any fandom you like -- especially if the fandom is small, obscure, or has no request type of meme available. Hopefully someone else will come along and fill it out, or someone else's request will spark something off in your head that you just have to write --

So here you go!


PAN-FANDOM FANWORKS MEME


Anon is on like always!

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ETA: Sorry, link list's gone. Realizing it'd exceed the character limit.

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part 2/2

[(Anonymous)]

“No, I -- my job, Mol, the assignment and I -- “ he said, but cut himself off with a groan as a few different hands reached down and grabbed at his cock. He was getting kind of desperate for her to stop this, because, while it felt good on a physical level, it was mentally killing him for her to be there and not touching him, driving home the fact that she was locked away like some kind of goddamn princess in a tower, and he was never going to get anything but cheap substitutes.

“You what, Brock?” she breathed, closer to his ear this time, so close that he could feel the heat of her exhales on his neck as the Black Hearts continued stroking at his cock, their mouths still actively biting and sucking at his chest and arms.

“I don’t... I don’t want this,” he answered, swallowing hard and choking somewhat. “It’s not sex, I don’t... I want... I want you, Mol. You.”

All of the hands and mouths instantly left him, and Molotov shifted enough for him to see part of her face, her eye and cheek. “Oh,” she said, then turned and walked toward the door, the Black Hearts following along behind her, leaving Brock bare and hard, with his mouth agape.

“Hey, I didn’t mean leave!” he yelled at their backs as they left, curling his hands into fists. Glancing over her shoulder, Molotov smiled at him as the last of her team closed the door, which locked loudly.

Growling for a moment, Brock glared at the door intently, willing her to come back. When she didn’t, he sighed and leaned his head back, looking at the ceiling as he waited until his blood flow relocated, so that he could focus on breaking the chains that held him.

Those fucking cockteasing bitches.