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jiyeonnnn · 2 years

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RISKS, nyt ♡︎

♡︎ pairing | yuta x male reader

♡︎ genre | smut

♡︎ warnings | dom top yuta, sub bottom male reader, exhibitionism if you squint, cockwarming during vlive, daddy kink, rough sex, spit play, finger sucking, creampie, name calling, passing out from sex (reader), implied aftercare.

♡︎ summary | yuta decided to reward you after cockwarming him very well during a vlive.

♡︎ author's note | this is quite rushed and messy. i apologize. also, reblogs are highly appreciated <3

you're starting to tremble so badly but you need to get a hold of yourself. yuta's body felt so feverish against your back, the constant shifts from his hips making you sweat coldly as the tip of his cock persistently brushed against your prostate.

you wanted to moan, desperately, but in an unfortunate circumstance, you and your — secret — boyfriend are in a vlive right now, virtually presenting yourselves in front of thousands of nctzens online.

although very risky — dangerous if you will — the subtle exhibition and the thrill of getting caught cockwarming yuta during a live made your cock twitch in excitement, and upon feeling that reaction from your cock yuta chuckled to himself before wrapping his hands around your shaft before pumping it slowly, playing with the precum leaking from you — just right below the frame of the vlive — causing you to hold another whimper back.

yuta continues to interact with a lot of fans through reading their comments, chattering with them and more — while you try your best to put on a fake smile to hide the fiery sensation burning inside your stomach.

'yuta-oppa is [name]-ssi ok? he looks sick' you heard your boyfriend read the comment as he laughed lightly before answering the question, "of course he's alright! aren't you, [name]?"

the question seemed like a threat to you, behind yuta's bright face comes a devil that commanded you to respond to him fairly quickly, chuckling awkwardly, "o-of course, i'm ok. j-just a little exhausted from our practice earlier."

seeming to believe in your lies, you sighed in relief as the fans changed the subject immediately.

the live went unexpectedly smooth — you and yuta talked about how your days went, some shenanigans, etc., — you had fun talking and interacting with your fans — just not the fact that you had to occasionally swallow your moans from all of the intentional movements that yuta did to tease you more.

ending the live, yuta's "innocent" facade immediately changed into a lustful one, his eyes gazing upon your quivering figure as he began sucking your collarbone from your back.

"you did so well cockwarming daddy during that live, baby boy~ how should i reward you, hm?" you felt his hot breath hit the cold sweaty trickling from your nape as he continuously kissed your skin, making you shiver on his lap.

"j-just fuck me good please, daddy~ i've been a good boy for you~" you answered his question, and almost instantly, a gush of chilling air ran through your body as yuta took your shirt off before turning you to face him.

you let out a small yelp but was immediately cut off by yuta pulling you into an ardent kiss, his tongue dominating yours gluttonously while pulling you by your nape to deepen the kiss. his lips avidly lapping against your chapped ones, resulting you to rhythm yourself on grinding against him with a feverish compulsion.

with ravening eyes piercing on your skin, yuta pulled away before laying you down the bed, "you asked for this, baby boy. don't blame me if you won't be able to rehearse tomorrow~" a wide grin spread across his face before starting to buck his hips unforgivingly.

the cockwarming session earlier had made everything easier for yuta to propel brutal thrusts. yuta effortlessly hit your prostate at every single thrust, leaving you to be a whining mess who's addicted to the feeling of his fat cock filling your hole.

"you like that, slut, hm?" he whispered an ask to your ears deeply, his right hand slowly putting your neck into a gentle chokehold that made a stir in you as you sob and nod out of relish. the randy stimulation had turned into a void of ecstatic paradise that your boyfriend persistently fills.

pulling up another kinky trick out of his sleeves, yuta inserts 2 fingers inside your mouth without any warning before spitting on your face, making you rasp a loud moan.

"suck those fingers like the little bitch you are, my slut~" he degraded before spitting once again, but this time directly to your mouth while moving his fingers. the actions of your perverted boyfriend made you squirm as you followed his demand right away.

yuta smirked as he took a fierce look at you — your figure riding on the wave of immense euphoria boosted his ego up in the skies, causing him to thrust his hips harder, "you really know how to make daddy crazy with that slutty looks of you, bitch~"

you clench your hole tightly at the degradation, your back arching upwards as you feel yuta's calloused hands harshly slap your thighs. grunting a deep groan yuta pressed the forming bulges on your stomach right after spanking your thighs, "do that again, baby boy,"

the action and his words were enough to make you tighten your walls once again, leading him to throw his head back out of pure pleasure. your cock starts to leak with a lot of precum caused by the roughness from yuta's side, the continuous assault on your prostate has sent your dick twitching uncontrollably.

yuta wrapped his fingers around your shaft upon noticing you squirm due to your building orgasm, his hands fastly pumping your length, which made you cry out loud by the overwhelming stimulation. yuta could feel himself nearing his high too causing his thrusts to falter as his deep moans started becoming slurry.

loud moans and grunts, along with incoherent curses filled up the room. skin slapping and squelchings became prominent as the two of you let out wails of pleasure while riding your climaxes.

strings of cum spurt out of your dick to your chest and stomach while you tremble due to the hard orgasm. yuta's load filled your hole profusely as you felt him thrust deeper while simultaneously cumming. the cum filling you in made you feel bloated, panting hardly to try to even out your breathing.

falling on top of your chest, yuta vigorously panted too, his hot breath hitting the side of your sweaty cheeks before burying his face on the crook of your neck to suck on your skin.

"you did so fucking well, my boy~" he praised as he placed butterfly kisses on your collarbone. he was about to carry you to clean you up when he saw you peacefully snoring due to exhaustion.

smiling, yuta decided to just leave the cleaning tomorrow. he adjusted you and himself in a comfortable sleeping position before kissing your forehead sweetly as he cuddled you to sleep.

god, how he loves his boyfriend so much. you'll definitely do this again soon.

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sevikasmainwhore · 2 years

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Arcane Women with a Strap that has Synthetic C*m

don’t ask where this came from. highly inappropriate please look away if this makes you uncomfortable.

!!MDNI!! you will be blocked.

❤️ Vi was confused how it worked. It’s not like it was something that was more advanced than the others cause it wasn’t. It just had cum in it. Vi had used it like she’d use any other when she was fucking you. But this time was different. When Vi thrust became sloppy, it just started oozing and spitting out like the real thing. When she finally pulled out, it dripped out of you like a jelly filled donut. Vi could feel her mouth water when she saw how nasty and beautiful you looked with HER seed spilling out of you like that. From that point on she’d fuck you like it was no tomorrow just to see it again.

💙 Caitlyn has heard of it but never thought about getting one. Says it’ll be too messy and doesn’t bother. It took you begging for almost a month for her to change her mind. She wanted to show you the kind of treatment brats get so when she fucked you, she’d make a huge mess of you on purpose. It got everywhere on you. Mainly in your mouth. She makes you clean the mess with your tongue.

💛 Mel…well Mel…she was fascinated with it. So much so that you both take turns. She got the one that has flavored cum so it’ll be even better. On a good day you’ll be the one taking her like it’s a regular, but when she’s done she’ll eat it out of you. Even if you came, if you still have even a drop of it in you she’s going down like it’s her last meal. When it’s her she’d ride you like it was nothing and if she felt you were close she’d blow you so she could have a taste.

🧡 Grayson heard about it from another enforcer and immediately thought about you and how pretty you’d look with her cum in your mouth. When she finally got one she couldn’t hold back. She would make sure your filled the brim with her seed and would tell you that you couldn’t cum if you wasted any of it. She didn’t mind the mess at all, she actually took joy in there being a mess because it meant she fucked you right.

🤎 Ambessa knew all the ups and downs of it. She was just weary about you getting hurt. You’d tell her or remind her that you’ve both been together for years and she’s scared of hurting you?? After that everything went red. Like Grayson she’d make sure your filled with her and only her. She’d keep going until it was basically coming out of you with every thrust. Like you were full but not full enough. She’d whisper dirty words about how full she was gonna make you.

💜 Sevika was visiting the brothel one day just to speak to the owner when she found out about them. Convinced the owner to let her take at least 3. She was excited to tell you about them but was eager to use it on you. When she got home she couldn’t hold back. She would fuck your throat until your coughing up her cum. She’d fill your mouth up and tell you to keep your mouth closed while she filled your holes. Sevika did not care at all about a mess, purposely makes a mess just so she could tell you to clean it up.

💟 Renata actually had a few, she just never got to using them. Like Caitlyn, she didn’t like the mess because it got in the way of her work. But something in her clicked and one day she had called you to her office for a “surprise”. You didn’t know you were going up there to be bent over her desk, ass up, face down with her pounding ruthlessly into you. You could feel it dripping out of you anytime you tried to get up. Once she was done she would have you run a few “errands” just so she could watch her cum leak down your thighs. It made you feel dirty but in a horny “my owner just branded me” kind of way.

note: this does not relate to the pregnancy headcanons ��😭 this has been in my drafts for a while and i needed something to post while i worked on the other request.

#arcane #sevika x reader #arcane grayson x reader #vi x reader #arcane caitlyn x reader #ambessa x reader #mel x reader #arcane x reader #renata glasc x reader #sevika smut #mel smut #vi smut #caitlyn smut #renata smut #ambessa smut #enforcer grayson smut

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no-body-needs-to-know69 · 2 years

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Yandere! Villain! Todoroki x Hero! Reader

Warnings: slight gore and bl*od, possessive behavior, unhealthy relationships, stalking, non-consensual touching, non-consensual kissing, mentions of mugging, mentions of drugs, slightly suggestive (shoto kisses reader and things get a lil steamy so)

if you are not comfortable with yandere things and all the stuff that trope includes, please do not read!!!!!

Summary: You come across a man in an alleyway outside of your office building. Alarmed, you treat his wounds and he goes off into the night without so much as a thank you. Unfortunately, it causes you a lot more trouble than you could ever imagine. It seems that the man likes being in your care, whether you like it or not.

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The bang outside your office window is what initially woke you up. Your body jolted for a brief moment, surprised out of your late night nap. You sleepily began pulling your head up from the small desk and blearily looked around while your eyes blinked to adjust to the bright lighting in the small room. Grimacing when you saw that the sky outside was pitch black, you reached for your phone. It was well past midnight.

Exactly how long had you been sleeping?

Hearing the chair creak as you moved, you groaned at the uncomfortable, stiff feeling in your neck. That was going to be annoying.

A long day of doing loads of paperwork (mostly over property damage) had apparently taken a lot out of you. Sure, being a rescue hero was significantly easier than being your more powerful and reckless superiors, such as heroes like Deku and Dynamite, but the work was still taxing. You were pretty sure that there was ink on your face from drooling on the stack of papers. You definitely knew that you looked like a mess even without a mirror.

You glanced down at the papers, the one on top of the stack half filled in. You’d do it tomorrow, you had already been in the agency building for much longer than you had planned. Yawning and stretching your arms above your head, you focused your eyes on the ceiling.

Another sharp bang came from outside. You jumped at the sound, all drowsiness leaving your sleep riddled mind. Caution and curiosity quickly replaced the warm feeling of fleeting sleep. Getting up from your seat and quietly making your way towards the second floor window, you leaned over to gaze out of the small pane and squinted into the dark alley that ran between the two buildings.

With the aid of a lone street lamp, you made out the silhouette of a tall figure leaning against the wall with their back pressed against dark brick. An arm moved to wind around their stomach, their pale skin a light contrast against black clothing. Your eyes widened as you looked down at the struggling person and watched their chest heave as they leaned on the wall for support. You felt your heart rate speed up as dread pooled and weighed down your chest.

Had they been mugged? Considering how late it was, it was highly possible that they had been walking home and had gotten stabbed. You lived in a big and busy part of the city, these things happened. Beside a hero agency though? The poor man was really unlucky to have encountered the most desperate mugger in the city.

You groaned, hurriedly grabbing your bag and gracelessly stuffing an emergency first aid kit into the side pocket, which you had on hand. You chose to take the stairs, the elevator would take you down at a snails pace while humming a prerecorded, happy tune that would do little to express the urgency of your situation. You preferred to be able reach the mysterious figure sooner rather than later.

When you approached the exit of the building, you pushed open the doors as swiftly as you could. Apprehension began to creep into the back of your mind and you urged your feet to move forward, the gentle scuffling against the pavement of the sidewalk the only sound in the dark night air. You stayed close to the wall that led into the narrow opening, slightly craning your head outwards to gaze into the wide, illuminated mouth of the alleyway.

They seemed to not notice your arrival, too focused on trying to steady their own breathing. You cautiously took a step towards them, hands gripping onto your bag.

“Hey, are you alright?”

Their head snapped up, wide, panicked eyes now solely centered on you. Now being able to see past their bowed head, you studied the face of a man with slender and defined features. Two-toned hair spilt down the middle framed his narrow face, swaying because of the sudden movement. Damn. He’s cute.

When your gaze traveled down, you saw that a dark, wet spot had formed around the area where the man’s hand grasped his side.

“Jesus Christ- Do you want me to take you to a hospital?!”

The man didn’t respond. His eyes were as cold as they were contrasting, one a deep blue and the other a dark brown. He regarded you with a reserved gaze and you matched his stare as his eyes narrowed. A hostile mix of emotions swirled within his glare.

Distrust. Apprehension. Fear.

You took another step forward, and he pushed himself farther into the alleyway. You saw the slow movement of his hand coming away from the wall.

You hurriedly rushed out, “Wait! I just want to help!” He stilled, narrowed eyes scrutinizing you, roaming over your figure with a judging glare. You slowly reached into your bag. He tensed up, and for a moment the ridiculous comparison of a cornered stray cat crossed your mind.

You gently pulled out the first aid kit. “Relax. I’m here to help, I swear.” Your feet stayed flat on the concrete, but you gingerly inclined your head towards his hip. “I can stitch that up for you.”

He made no move to relax his muscles, nor did he give you any sign that it was alright for you to aid him.

“I can handle it myself, thanks.” The stranger’s voice was deep, a clipped thing that seemed to suit his nature.

You pressed back a groan. “Really? Is that why you’re heaving in an alleyway in the middle of the night?”

You sighed, dropping your head towards the ground in slight irritation. You lifted your head back up to meet those unique eyes and huffed, exhaustion and exasperation showing in your body language. “Look. I just want to help.” You stared back into his closed off expression, speaking with finality in your tone. You silently urged him with a flick of your wrist.

The man gave you a calculating look and, for the first time since you saw him, let an expression of conflict pass over his face. He warily glanced down from your stare to the small box held in your hand. Sighing, he removed his hand from dark, wet area that was steadily seeping and spreading into the ruined fabric.

“Alright.”

You walked forward at the encouragement but didn’t hesitate to roll your eyes at his demanding words. Despite his assertive tone, you could still see that he was still very tense. He really didn’t seem to want your help, but was reluctantly accepting it. You bit on your lip to prevent an exasperated laugh from slipping out.

Taking long and slow strides towards the young man, you closed the distance between the two of you easily. He kept his eyes on you the entire time, and you wondered what exactly had put him on edge to make him act so paranoid. That made some red flags pop up, but you just as quickly dismissed it as shock. If you got had gotten mugged and injured late at night, you wouldn’t be very trusting of strangers either.

You took your time observing his wound. The sight caused you to cringe immediately. It was torn and long, an irritated gash that seemed to be quite shallow. A bit too messy for the small, sharp knives muggers usually used. Your brows furrowed; this man had been attacked by someone other than a random person that desperately needed money. This looked like a glancing blow, and would have probably been much worse had it not grazed its target.

The tear was still bleeding steadily though, and you hastily opened the first aid kit. While you cleaned the wound, you could feel those eyes practically burning holes into the top of your head. You didn’t look up to meet them, too tired and irritated to care.

“Hold still, alright? This is gonna hurt.”

Hovering the disinfectant covered cloth above the open part of the injury, you lightly covered it with a firm hand and dabbed the wound with a practiced gentleness. You heard a hiss sound from above you once you slightly applied pressure. “Sorry.” You whispered, as you couldn’t help feeling slightly responsible for the man’s discomfort. Truth be told, you weren’t an expert when it came to medicine, but you were well versed in treating surface wounds.

“Are you sure you know how to do this?” His voice came out strained, though that didn’t make his comment any less snide. It soured your already fragile mood.

You gave an unimpressed snort in response. “No, it’s just what I do for a living,” You paused, then glanced up at him and briefly locked eyes, “I’m your best bet. So shush.”

You could practically feel him brooding, though he made no further comment.

Taking advantage of his silence, you told him that there was a hospital a couple blocks from here and that he should go there immediately. You cleaned and treated the wound the best you could to avoid infection, but you knew that it was best for him to seek professional help as soon as possible.

As you gently wrapped the gauze around his lower abdomen, he finally seemed to relax into your light hold, letting his facade drop and allowing his exhaustion to slip through for a brief moment.

Pulling away from the stranger, you felt satisfied looking at the makeshift ring of bandages that you had made. You’d say that this situation was handled pretty well in the hands of an amateur medic. Surprisingly, he wasn’t staring at you anymore. You quietly observed as the man ran a hand along the gauze. His long fingers gently brushed over the waxy material and when he turned to look back at you, there was something like gratitude in his features. Not completely trusting and maybe a little surprised, but gratitude nonetheless.

Small victories.

The silence stretched out and neither of you dared to utter a word. For a moment, you just continued to stare at each other, him slowly pushing himself up from the wall and you trying to figure out what was going through his mind.

“...Are you sure you don’t want me to drive you to the hospital? I understand not wanted go pay for the medical bills, but this is ridiculous.” You let out a nervous laugh, which died once he didn’t offer a response. The quiet created a tense air around you. A pit formed in your stomach.

You breath hitched as he averted his gaze and slowly took a step towards you.

“Sorry about this...”

Your heart sank in your chest, dreading pooling in your stomach. That couldn’t be good.

“But I really can’t risk you following me.”

He was on you in a second. You had no time to awe at his reflexes or wonder how his hand had already wrapped firmly around your wrist. You only knew that he was pulling you towards his chest. He settled you against his solid torso, crowding into your space and caging you in with his body.

You nostrils were immediately filled with the smell of iron and some kind of cologne. You craned your head up to gaze into his eyes, and you observed as he gazed at you with a curious expression. He didn’t look hostile or angry, but he didn’t look guilty either. There was just a shine in his eyes, something akin to respect or appreciation. You could have found it intriguing if your heart wasn’t pounding in your rib cage. The grip on your wrist remained firm, but it wasn’t painful. It gentleness of it scared you more than anything.

You caught the movement of his other hand in the corner of your eye which had moved to hover over your shoulder. You froze when you felt a gentle prick in the side of your neck. Tears stung at your eyes and fell down your cheeks as fear, and whatever drug he had just given you, made you unable to move. You weakly fought against his hold as your vision went blurry.

“Maybe I’ll see you again.” He murmured it softly to you, without an ounce of hostility lacing his words.

The hopeful tone in his voice was enough to strike horror into you before you blacked out.

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The next day, you woke up with a pounding headache. Your mouth felt like it had been filled with cotton, and the back of your neck was so sore that you moaned as you lifted your head.

...You were in your office. Though only now the lights had been turned off, and sunlight streamed through the window beside you. Your jacket had been neatly folded into a makeshift pillow, though you felt something move on your back as you shifted.

“What the fuck...?” Vaguely, the first thought you had was that you had just gotten hammered last night and now you had a bitch of a headache. But you didn’t remember getting drunk last night, or even going to a bar.

Suddenly, you remembered. Falling asleep at work. The stranger in the alleyway. Your hand shot to your neck as you panicked. You couldn’t believe that you had somehow gotten drugged and placed back in your office. Had he done anything to you while you were unconscious? What was the purpose of drugging you and then putting you back in here?

You struggled to remember any specific details from your encounter despite trying your hardest. The memories were fuzzy and your mind was groggily functioning at best.

You sat up and quickly, or as quickly as you could manage, started checking your desk for anything out of place. Something fell from your shoulders. Twisting around, your eyes landed on a thick black coat that you didn’t recognize as yours. It had fallen into the space between the chair and your back, had it been put there as a makeshift blanket? Cautiously, you picked up the coat and held it out in front of you. It looked like an expensive brand, and it was clearly made both to keep someone warm and to look stylish. What was it doing here?

As you hastily searched and went through your office, you found that nothing was missing, and nothing had been moved. The only thing out of place was the black coat, currently sitting across your chair. You felt stupid for watching it wearily, but you couldn’t help the sense of unease that came with knowing someone had brought it in here while you were unconscious. It was evident that you hadn’t dreamed up the encounter, at least.

Hearing a knock at the door, you jumped, being startled out of your thoughts. Your coworker pushed open the door, not bothering to wait for a response from . Without looking up at you, they started “Hey, have you done the report on-“ They stopped once they took in your disheveled appearance. You could only imagined how you looked right now. You were still wearing the same clothes from yesterday and the sudden intake of unsettling information had left you a bit shaken.

“...Is everything okay? Did-did you sleep here?”

“I’m calling in sick.” Glancing back, you snatched the coat from your desk and left the building in a rush.

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You practically sprinted all the way to your apartment. The burning feeling in your legs distracted you from the terrifying implication of what you had found in your office. You clumsily pushed your keys into the lock with shaky hands, trying to control the ever rising panic in your chest.

Swinging the door open, you clambered through the doorway and shut the door behind you with a little too much force. Heaving, you let out a groan and slid back against the door.

A bitter part of wanted to laugh. The irony and embarrassment of the situation crawled into your addled brain for a moment, though you quickly dismissed it. You shouldn’t blame yourself for being a decent person.

The most you could do was file a report and notify your superiors, but after that? He didn’t seem to do anything drastic. Not that knocking someone out is morally correct, but he had brought you back seemingly unharmed. Nothing was stolen, and you couldn’t really do anything to a man you couldn’t find.

Sighing, you peeled your back from the door and sagged as your tired feet took on all your weight.

Purposely slouching, you carried yourself to your bedroom and fell onto the bed, mentally and physically exhausted.

You mournfully gazed at the clock on your dresser. It was a little past midday. Sunlight streamed into the room through a small window, so you closed your eyes and allowed yourself to be comforted by the pleasant warmth. You rolled over, fully prepared to lay in bed for the rest of the day, until your hand brushed something on your nightstand. It was soft but slightly rubbery, a texture different from the hard case of your phone or the cool metal of a lamp. You reluctantly peeled your eyes open and looked over in confusion.

Lying on your nightstand was gauze. Regular, white medical gauze. A new roll that looked to be untouched, like it had always been in that spot, you just hadn’t noticed. You certainly hadn’t put it there. Suddenly more alert, you snatched the roll up, holding it tightly as you stared in disbelief. Something fluttered towards the floor.

Warily, you looked to the source of the noise. A small card had landed innocently on your apartment floor. The white card stock gave off a formal look, which was further enhanced by the neat cursive written on the front. You bent over seconds after it hit the ground.

You scoffed as you realized the swooping lines formed two initials: T.S.

You opened the card.

“A small way of paying you back.”

You released a shakily exhale, rereading the neat handwriting in hopes that you could find another explanation. You didn’t want to believe that he had somehow gotten in your home, if you did you would surely panic and turn into a paranoid mess. Still, your heart raced. Your eyes began to water. Something was constricting the heart in your chest.

Bouncing off the bed, you marched down the hallway. Both the card and the gauze were shoved far back into a drawer until you could no longer see the cursive writing in your mind. Each lock in the house was checked, every alarm was reset, and any exit was closed off as well as it could be on short notice.

After running around the small space for an hour, you felt slightly more secure. Part of you knew that if he really really wanted to get to you he would- but at least then you’d be able to call the cops. Now you were just stuck. Not knowing if you should give into paranoia and keep up your guard or hope this was all he wanted from you. For you to accept a token of his appreciation.

As waves of fear crashed over you, you vaguely hoped that this would the last you would ever hear of him. He was just an odd man with an odd way of thanking people, which included breaking into someone’s house just to reimburse them for a momentary action of kindness.

You stumbled back to your bedroom after eating a short dinner and fitfully slept, although barely, with the lights on that night.

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You had fallen into a routine for the past week or so. Wake up, check every inch of your living space, eat, and then go to work. Though you had started it as a precaution that initially filled you with a slight fear that you would find something, like another polite roll of gauze or a misplaced note with elegant handwriting, it became a chore that made you feel a bit silly. You counted it as progress that you now idly threw your bathroom shower curtain back with an air of boredom while wielding a spatula rather than your usual determined scowl. It still freaked you out, but now you were becoming more and more sure that he wouldn’t come back. You almost felt safe enough to stop the whole routine completely, but then a picture of a man in an alleyway compelled you to check under your bed just one more time before leaving.

Walking into the hero agency building, your feet begrudgingly carried you to your office. You had gotten more work as of late, so everyday dragging yourself out bed seemed to become more of a challenge. Some fire and ice big shot had decided to visit your side of town, and though he was well known as an infamous villain, you were mostly annoyed at him for making your work almost double in difficulty.

The air was uncommonly tense as you stepped on your floor. Everything was quiet. No one seemed to move and most turned to watch you as you walked out of the elevator. You warily ignored the worried glances from your colleagues, though the one who had barged into your office a week ago called out in a weak voice.

“Y-Y/n, wa-“ Someone harshly shushed him. Slowing, you felt a familiar pit of anxiety form in your stomach, though before you could ask what was wrong, you noticed the cool temperature of the room. Without your coat, it would’ve been freezing. Your footsteps, now heavy and fearful, halted as you saw the source.

There was a thin sheen of ice covering your office door. It was disturbing to see how it stood out from all the others, those being nearly untouched by the gleaming frost that wrapped itself around the once pristine wood almost coldly.

Your coworker, the same one who had tried to warn you before, spoke up. “H-He only wants to see you, (Y/n).”

He?

Everyone was looking at you. Staring at you, with so many different emotions. Some were fearful, for you or for themselves it didn’t matter, some stared with a mix of confusion and terror, and some stared with hostility, blaming you for bringing in whoever was behind that door. Everyone stopped, waiting for you to go in. You had a sinking feeling in your chest, and ironically the fear was the only thing keeping you from hyperventilating because you couldn’t move. You had an idea of who was beyond that door and you didn’t want to move, didn’t want to be the person to resolve whatever he had come here for.

Though, like on that night, your feet were already moving for you. Moving, moving, moving, until they stopped and you were already reaching out for the crystallized handle. It froze there. The cool ice melted under your sweaty hand, but the metal was still cold to the touch. You forced yourself to push down.

You swiftly opened the door and slid yourself inside, eyes to the ground as the door closed behind you with a threatening click. You saw only carpet, no flash of black or a mix of white or red. The silence stayed, so much so that for a moment you could convince yourself there was no one else in the room.

“Were you not expecting my visit?”

The deep voice was recognizable even if this was the second time you had heard it. Your eyes flitted upward, and you came face to face with the same two-toned hair man that you had saved a week ago. You nervously huffed, a sound you didn’t register coming out of your own mouth.

“...No. No, you were the last person I was expecting to see today. Actually, I didn’t expect to see you again. Ever.” So why couldn’t you keep it that way?

His eyes roamed over you briefly, contemplating, it seemed, over what, you could guess. The man walked around your desk, stalking towards you with an air of confidence he lacked in your previous encounter. You craned your head up to look at him as he got closer to you. You could do nothing but keep your hands firmly on the cool metal of the handle.

His hand reached to float above your face and you suppressed the urge to flinch. It came to rest on your cheek, his fingers curling around your face to press against your bottom lip as the others rested under your chin.

“You’re afraid.”

The bluntness of his voice was laughable in this situation, and you couldn’t help the retort, slightly amazed and dazed in nature, that slipped out.

“Because there’s a villain standing in my office.” And he’s not killing me.

His eyes took in your wide-eyed expression, breath hitching as his hand, the one not caressing you, wrapped around your wrist and tugged, only to pull you around and settle you against the desk. You could no longer feel the cool, comforting metal under your hands. They balled into your coat simply to have something to grip onto.

With you leaning against the desk, he now seemed to tower over you even more, his face hovering closely above yours with a thoughtful expression on his face. He seemed to be aware of your fear, of the absolute terror he was inflicting on everyone around you, and he took it with grace.

“...I wanted to thank you. Properly.”

The gauze and the paranoia was enough, thanks. That’s what you wanted to say. Any words that you could muster would only come out in a whisper, though, and you did not trust yourself to speak as his fingers pressed harder into your lip and hovered so, so close to your neck.

His lips were now dangerously close to you, and you could feel his breath bouncing off of yours in short, controlled puffs. He was not afraid to meet your gaze as his hand tilted your head up to put you impossibly closer to him.

“I think it’s only fair,” The room seemed to fade, all you could see was mix of brown and cyan. “...Don’t you?”

When your lips met, you cringed as your eyes closed. They were surprisingly soft, you could taste the mint that he seemed to faintly smell of, though the almost forceful press of his lips was not something you were expecting. A tingle shot up your spine as he moved his body to mold into yours, his chest covering you as your hands remained clutching your coat. His lips moved with yours and you responded almost instinctively, and though the kiss was brief you were still out of breath and panted as he released you. Is this why he sought you out? Because-

“So that’s it...it’s because- Because I’m entertaining?”

He chuckled. “Sort of. I see you. I want you. You’re an intriguing little thing, would you let me seek you out as I see fit?”

You didn’t really have a choice in this situation, and he knew that.

“You can call me Shouto, darling.”

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starryhyuck · 3 years

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thin ice. (m)

pairing: icehockeyplayer!mark x figureskater!reader

words: 2.6k+

summary: mark lee is the only thing standing in the way of your team’s victory. therefore, fucking him dumb is the best way to defeat him.

genre: fluff, smut

warnings: dom!mark, sub!reader, overstimulation, constant fucking, bathroom sex, talks of car blowjobs, sex on the floor, (slight) breeding kink, creampie, hair pulling

disclaimer: i have no idea how figure skating or ice hockey works, i literally fell on my ass when i tried to step on the ice

Thirty seconds.

Thirty seconds left and the money is all yours. You can see it now — the lavish outfits, brand new skates, and even silk hair ties for when you want to play dress up. Mark Lee just has to miss this shot.

“He’s going to fucking make it,” Doyeon hisses in your ear, chewing on her nails in anticipation.

“Shut up!” You push her away and tell her to stop damaging her fingers.

You watch as Mark glides across the ice, almost knocking into Doyoung twice. “Slam him, slam him!” You screech, ignoring the stares of people around you. You simply want to see Mark get wiped out so glory can be within your reach.

You feel your world collapse when the puck hits the net, time stopping in slow motion as the crowd jumps up in pure bliss. Doyeon’s already crying in your shoulder, and you hear the angry shouts of Chaeyoung on your other side.

Mark Lee, you fucking asshole.

—

Since you were five years old, the ice became your home. And no, you didn’t have an awakening and gain powers like Elsa from Frozen. Your mother discovered how much you loved figure skating, even though your brother, Johnny, was a tall, bumbling mess once he stepped in the rink.

Once your talent was discovered, you were enrolled in figure skating classes and spent most of your afternoons gliding around the ice. You were excited to learn that you could possibly do the sport professionally if you practiced hard enough, but nobody told you how difficult the athletics administration could be.

You were scouted for your college because of your talents in figure skating, many believing you would be a great candidate for the Winter Olympics. However, when you arrived to campus, you learned that you would never be the first priority in the athletics budget.

It was a constant battle between figure skating and ice hockey for the money. Most of the funds went to football and basketball anyways, so you didn’t have much to fight for in the first place. The deal made by the athletics department was simple — if the ice hockey team could not carry themselves to a national championship, the rest of their budget would be distributed to your team.

The victory was within reach until Mark Lee scored the winning goal Friday night, making the ice hockey team one step closer to the national title.

You’re currently waiting for them to finish practice, tapping your foot impatiently as you stand besides the opening to the rink. You finally hear the boys finish up, laughing with one another as they exit. Their eyes narrow at the sight of you.

“Don’t you have better things to do?” Ten asks.

You smile. “Nope. Sicheng, we need to talk.”

The captain sighs and follows you until you’re out of earshot. “What is it now?”

You scoff. “You know damn well my team deserves the money more than you do. Worlds is just around the corner and we need the money in order to get there.”

Sicheng laughs at you, still holding his helmet from practice in one hand. “Please. Don’t act like you’re doing this for your team, we both know you’re just wanting to advance for yourself.”

If you could punch Sicheng without facing a lawsuit, your life would be so much easier. You take a step closer to him, ignoring the immediate flush in his cheeks at the proximity.

“I hope your team fails at the next game. I’ll be watching when you do.”

“Stop harassing him.” Mark approaches the scene, pulling his captain’s shoulder and pushing him away from you. “Just face that your team won’t make it. Can’t blame us for your failure.”

You smile sweetly at Mark. He’s been haunted ever since Donghyuck leaked his secret that he used to like you during your freshman year. Mark used to follow you around like a lost puppy, but now, he has no hesitation putting you in place. You know you still have the advantage over him because after all, he can’t deny the way his heart beats when he sees you.

Sicheng observes as you grip onto the fabric of Mark’s uniform, pulling him close until his nose is inches away from yours. Mark gulps at the proximity, not feeling so confident anymore.

“Don’t act like if I dropped to my knees right now, you wouldn’t jump at the chance to stuff my mouth full-”

“Okay!” Sicheng exclaims, pulling the blushing boy to his side. Mark’s cheeks are almost as bright as his uniform. Sicheng glares at you. “We’re going to win on Friday. Then, I’m taking your entire team’s budget.”

You smirk. “Good luck with that.”

—

“I’m not sure this is going to work,” Yeji remarks, watching as Doyeon pulls a tight black dress over your head. You roll your eyes at her comment while Chaeyoung helps you adjust the spaghetti straps of your dress.

“Don’t be so negative,” Seojeong flicks Yeji’s forehead, causing the younger girl to glare at her.

You’re all gathered in Doyeon’s living room, trying to hatch out a plan that Yeji believes is doomed to fail. Tonight was the celebratory party before the game, a dumb idea concocted by Donghyuck on every Thursday night. It goes to show how irresponsible the ice hockey team really is, getting wasted the night before their biggest game. However, tonight works in your favor, because as demonstrated just a few days ago, you still have Mark Lee in your waiting palm. All he needs is a little push away from his teammates and you’ve fully got him. Once the plan is in place, you highly doubt Mark will be able to perform well tomorrow. Considering he’s the team’s best player, taking him down secures a win for the figure skating team.

“Does everyone know their roles?” You check again, eyeing Yeji from her spot on Doyeon’s couch.

She scoffs. “Of course I do.”

“Good,” Chaeyoung nods. “Remember that this isn’t just for us but the future figure skaters for years to come.”

None of you have time to comment on Chaeyoung’s dramatics, already seeing how stressed she is by the way she tugs at her hair frantically trying to apply lip gloss on you. The girls finish getting you all dolled up when Seojeong gets a text.

“Yuta says Mark’s ready,” she announces. You thank the heavens that Yuta was able to get in the ice hockey’s team good graces, none of them expecting the figure skater to be a double agent.

“Let’s get him then,” you grin.

You’re quickly shoved into Yeji’s tiny car and the five of you are off to Donghyuck’s apartment. There’s commotion when you arrive — Sungchan standing on the couch and declaring Sicheng the cutest man alive, Ten giggling with Yangyang by the kitchen counter, Donghyuck’s tongue shoved down a random girl’s throat and Jeno trying to save Mark from choking in the bathroom. Your eyes meet Yuta’s and he winks at you, making sure no one else has seen your arrival. You lean on the doorframe of Donghyuck’s bathroom, smiling at the two of them. Jeno sees you first, urgently patting Mark’s back to save him.

“What’s wrong? Did he see a naked girl or something?”

Mark’s eyes shoot up at the sound of your voice and he gets even more flustered, coughing and choking even more now.

“Why are you here?” Jeno frowns.

You smile and shrug. “To enjoy the show. I can handle Mark from here, Jeno.”

Jeno laughs. “As if I would leave him with you.”

“But Yeji’s waiting in the living room. Are you really going to keep her waiting?”

You smirk at Jeno’s confliction before he finally gives in, leaving Mark and you in the bathroom. You shut the door while Mark recovers, downing a glass of water to help the food go down. “Why are you really here?” He asks once he’s calmed down. He tries not to linger on what you’re wearing, the swell of your breasts tempting him in this close proximity. His gaze flies to the ceiling when your hand wraps around his shoulder, pulling him in closer and letting his fingers rest on your hip.

“What’s wrong, Mark? Scared of a little action?”

“I know what you’re doing,” he hisses. “We’re going to win tomorrow. You can’t stop me.”

You pout. “Is the win really worth it, Mark? Do you want it more than my pussy around your cock?” He grunts lowly, fingers tightening around your waist. You smile. “Or what about your cock shoved down my throat until I can’t breathe? You could easily bend me over the sink and take me any way you want. Doesn’t that sound so much better?”

“Don’t,” he warns you, cord about to snap. “You’re being such a brat.”

He needs one more push. You lean closer to whisper in his ear. “Please, Mark? I want your cum inside me. Need it dripping down my thighs so everyone can see who I belong to.”

He breaks, growling as he pushes you against the sink. You giggle when his lips crash into yours, his hands quickly moving to push up the fabric of your dress. He delivers one slap to your clothed clit and you moan at the sensation.

“Fucking annoying whore,” he scoffs at you. “Look at you. So fucking desperate for money that you would drive all the way here just to take my cock like a good girl. That’s what you want, isn’t it? For me to fuck you until you cry?”

You nod frantically, whimpering. “Please please please. I want it so badly.”

He shoves two fingers in your dripping hole and you cry, back arching against the mirror. Mark’s fingers grip your cheeks and he turns you so that you’re looking right at him. You hold his stare when his thumb rubs frantically at your clit, fingers curling inside of you.

“S-So good, so good,” you blubber, eyes rolling back at the pleasure filling your veins.

You whine when he retracts his fingers but he’s quick to drop to his knees, ripping your underwear and flinging it to the side so he has no obstacles in his way. He immediately dives into your pussy, licking and sucking at your folds. You internally curse. You had no idea Mark was this good at eating pussy or you would’ve prepared yourself more. Your fingers tangle in his hair as his lips attach to your clit, abusing the nub by sucking harshly.

The pain throws you into your first orgasm, whimpering loudly as you fall apart around Mark’s tongue. He quickly cleans you up, not missing any of your juices as he licks your pussy clean.

His eyes darken when he stands, taking in the sight of you looking so fucked out on top of the bathroom sink. He’s about to unbuckle his belt before you stop him.

“I want to fuck at your place. Please?”

He nods at your request, helping you get down and adjusting your dress. It’s a little harder to walk since Mark ripped your panties, but you make do. You two exit the bathroom and you’re about to leave before you hear Donghyuck’s voice.

“Where the fuck are you two going?”

You glance at Mark, who’s a little irritated by his teammate’s appearance.

“Mind your own fucking business, Donghyuck.”

You smirk at the blonde boy’s shocked expression as you two leave his apartment. Mark walks fast, fumbling with the keys to his car.

“I didn’t know you could drive.”

“Trust me, I can’t.”

The drive to his apartment involves two pit stops, the first one happening because you desperately want to give Mark a blowjob and the second one happening because Mark desperately wants to taste you again.

When you finally get to his apartment, the both of you are already a mess. You don’t even make it to the bedroom — Mark shoving you down on his living room rug and pushing his cock deep inside you. You moan at the intrusion and Mark wastes no time, setting up a fast pace and ramming his cock into your sweet spot over and over again. You’re a drooling mess, letting him abuse your pussy. His fingers tangle into your hair and he pulls you upwards. He balances you so that your back is against his chest.

“Such a perfect little slut for me. What would the panel of judges at Worlds say when they see you? The future Olympic gold medalist begging for cock?”

“I would let them see,” you whisper back at him. “Let them know what lengths I would go to just to win that fucking competition.”

You fall apart around his cock again, your orgasms coming faster after the first two. You whine when you hear Mark’s constant grunts filling your ears.

“Cum inside, Mark. Want all of your cum.”

“Yeah? Little whore wants it all? Wants to be bred like a good little bitch?”

You cry. “Yes, yes, yes! I want it so badly.”

That’s all it takes for Mark to shoot ribbons of white inside of you, coating your insides. You both collapse on the floor, exhausted.

A few minutes pass in silence before Mark speaks up. “I’m ready to go again after I eat some ramen.”

You laugh. “Make it two servings and I’ll be ready.”

He eagerly gets up and shuffles to his kitchen. You smirk, searching for your phone and shooting a text to the group chat.

I’ve got him. The money’s all ours.

After eating ramen and chatting for a little bit, Mark takes you again on the barstool of his kitchen. Then, he fucks you up against the wall, on his couch and in his bed.

He’s thoroughly fucked out when you two finish and you smile, leaning over to kiss him.

“Good luck with your game tomorrow.”

You leave him laying in his bed, wondering if he just jeopardized the future of his team.

—

There’s one minute left in the game.

The team is down by one point and they’re all looking at Mark as they huddle together. Donghyuck hisses at him.

“Did she fuck you stupid? We’re going to lose everything because of you!”

Mark shakes his head, trying to compose himself. It’s hard to do so when he spots you in the crowd, smiling at him as if you want him to win. You’ve thoroughly fucked with his head, his thoughts constantly traveling to the image of you beneath him, sobbing as he shoves his thick cock into you mercilessly.

“This is your fault, Jeno!” Ten growls. “You should’ve never left Mark alone with her!”

“Everyone, shut up!” Sicheng bellows, annoyed by his teammates. “We’re going to lose if we don’t focus. What’s wrong with you, Mark?”

“I-I don’t know.”

Donghyuck scoffs. “I think I do.”

Sicheng glares at the younger male to be quiet. “I don’t care what it is anymore. There’s one minute left and I need you to get it together.”

“I will, I will,” Mark insists, even though he’s not so sure about it himself. They break the huddle and get back into the game, Mark trying to focus as the referee blows the whistle. Jung Jaehyun comes charging at him and Mark tries to dodge.

“Come on, Mark!”

As soon as he hears your voice overpower the audience, he loses his balance and Jaehyun slams him up against the wall. Mark groans when he tumbles to the ground and it isn’t long before he hears the final buzzer echo in the rink. The competing team jumps for joy, laughing with one another as they meet in the middle of the ice. Mark stays on the ground, watching pitifully as his teammates slump in defeat.

His eyes look for yours again in the stands, but you’re already long gone.

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oro-e-diamanti · 3 years

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Quiet Music: Scherzo (Chapter Six; Part One)

In collaboration with @bethanysnow

Dreams turn into reality on smokey breaths. Inner turmoil melts away with the touch from warm skin. Promises make the evening decisions go from complicated to deliciously easy.

Content | Fluff, slight smut warning, tw soft drugs (marijuana)

Pairing | fem!Reader x Damiano

Word Count | 4421

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***

Soft skin against his fingers. A hand running down his chest to his pants. Heavy breathing filling the room. The flesh underneath him felt warm and welcoming, hot to the touch and begging for more. Her perfume filled his senses as she pulled him close. Nails running down his back. Whispers of "amore mio, just like that", "keep going,” “cara mia, vita mia, please".

A “Dami, fuck” leaving her lips as his hand started gripping her thighs. Running between them, as she threw her head back, fingers tangled in his hair, pulling on it. Biting her neck. Coaxing more moans out of him, on a mission to make him lose his mind. She was heaven on earth. Supple breasts moving with every breath as he let his mouth descend on them, one at a time, desperate to consume all of her. Kissing every inch of her, exploring her until he knew about every curve, every ridge, every little spot of her body. He wanted to know all the secrets she ever had. Drawing noises out of her that he wanted to keep hearing for the rest of his life. Her hands on his shoulders, on his back, on his arse. Pulling him further into her. Letting his mouth wander lower, getting wrapped up between her legs. She looked at him with dark eyes, nodding, and he was ready to suffocate in between her thighs.

Wait, was he actually suffocating on her thighs?

Damiano woke up with a start, face pressed deeply into the pillow, restricting his breathing in a way that was much less sexy than the one in his dream. A circle of drool had escaped his mouth and dropped onto the pillow. Well, that's embarrassing, he thought to himself.

He was in the middle of pushing himself up and out of bed, highly aware of the situation in his boxers - only to be interrupted when a knock on the door startled him. Trying to wrap the sheet around him, suddenly overly self-conscious of his state, he hastened to the door, almost tripping several times on the way. When he finally unlocked and opened it, he just about let his head appear in the opening, awkwardly hiding between the door still. Y/n’s face was painted in confusion. He forgot how stunning she really was, his brain not even coming close to painting her image in his dreams.

“Yes, hi, good morning, I’m up! I’ll be down in an hour!” He was rushing to finish his sentence, not giving her a chance to reply before he let the door fall back into its lock. A deep breath out. Her face instilled in his mind like a photograph, unable to be separated from the extremely vivid dream he’d just had. He felt bad. He had essentially slammed the door in her face while wrapped up in a bedsheet. Not a very good impression considering he liked the woman behind the door. This was going to be such a long day.

***

“Why are you so awkward?” Victoria nudged Damiano as they had settled on a couch on the bus. He had been looking off since she had first seen him that morning, which was odd. Especially considering he was usually more of an early bird than the rest of them. “Sleep badly? Bad dreams? Good dreams? Or did you scare Y/n away again with another morning wood incident.”

Damiano’s face burned up as if suddenly ignited, making Victoria gasp.

“Oh my god, did you?!” She smacked his chest with her hand as she let out a gasp.

“I wasn’t even aware you knew about the first time,” Damiano mumbled, slumping down deeper into the seat. Crawling into the shirt he was wearing. Anything to get out of this conversation.

“Word travels fast on tour, you should know that by now,” she giggled, repositioning so she had her legs spread across his thighs. “So what happened?”

“I’m not going to talk about that with you,” he scoffed. Victoria’s grin only spread further, though. She was loving this side of Damiano more than she would like to admit - shy, awkward, unsure of himself. He was one of the best people she knew, an amazing frontman, a talented musician, a loyal friend. Yet with one little addition to the team he had turned into a quivering mess.

“You know I’m just going to ask Y/n what happened, right?”

“Yeah good luck with that, she didn’t even notice. At least I hope not.”

“Wait - so you hid your boner from her? I mean, at least you didn’t traumatise her again. What happened though, did you have some good times before the wake-up call?” She once again nudged him obnoxiously, loving how uncomfortable she was making him. “Did you have a wet dream? Did- Oh my god, you’re blushing, you did have a wet dream! Tell me everything! Was it hot? Did she go down on you or something? Did you see her tits?”

“Fuck off Victoria, I’m not telling you anything, now stop! It’s no like-”

“Hi! Attention, everyone! I know it's early and everyone is probably still asleep. But - announcements! That includes you Thomas,” Y/n said pulling the curtain of the guitarist’s bunk back so he could listen too.

Victoria noticed how their assistant didn’t seem spooked by Damiano’s presence at all - it seemed like he had been right after all. She hadn’t noticed a thing. If only those two would stop playing cat and mouse and finally do something, anything, she thought.

"Now, I know we're all excited about going to Amsterdam today, and I'm not looking at anyone in particular here," she explained as she shot a pointed look at Damiano that no one missed. "But I have one ground rule: no weed before the show. You got tomorrow off, so whatever you do after the performance tonight is none of my business. But god help you if I find you with a joint in hand any time before that."

She smiled, but Victoria had no doubts she would be deadly serious if it came to it. Y/n passed out a map of the local area, highlighting the Leidseplein in the middle of town, and in red circles were the venue, the hotel they were staying at, restaurants, and several coffeeshops, all within easy walking distance.

“Do with that what you like,” she concluded. ”As long as you do it after the show.”

***

The band had gotten to the venue straight after lunch, excitedly discussing some new covers they were thinking about playing that night. Soundcheck consisted of a number of conversations all at once, trying to figure out how to change the setlist. Damiano found himself participating less, instead, staring down at Y/n sitting in the audience. She was busy writing in her notebook, the seats next to her taken up by her bag, folders, and laptop. He knew she needed a break. They all worked extremely hard all the time, so it wasn't difficult to spot the signs of a fellow overworked person. He made it his own personal mission to get her to go out with them that night. Spend some time outside of work, see the city, anything that made her put her phone down.

As day turned to night, the concert loomed on the horizon. As soon as they hit the stage, it was clear it was going to be a good night. Amsterdam was the best kind of crazy. Going from Zitti e Buoni into Billie Eilish's Bury a Friend, the crowd went wild. Damiano noticed with amusement that Y/n was absentmindedly dancing along from her spot on the side of the stage as well. His attention had only been diverted towards her for a second, he was sure, but it was enough to suddenly feel something hit his head. Soft, red fabric.

"Was wondering when the first of those would come around," Damiano chuckled into the microphone in between songs, swinging the bra around a few times, before draping it across his mic stand.

Yet as much as the energy of the audience rubbed off on the band, all of them felt like collapsing after the show, feeling like they'd given it more than their all. A perfect chance to unwind for the night, in a way only Amsterdam really knew how. It was legal, after all.

***

“I am absolutely not getting high with you lot.”

Everyone was gathered in Y/n’s hotel room more or less uninvited. It seemed like they were dying to drag her along on what was supposed to be one of the best nights out on that tour. After getting ready, they had simply stormed in as soon as she had opened her hotel door. Now they were perched on her bed, her desk, and her armchair, trying to convince her.

“I gave you all a map to see where you could go. I, for one, would like to stay in my room, just me and my bed, and sleep till my alarm in the morning. That sounds like a brilliant time in my book.”

“Boring!” Thomas shouted, hurling a pillow from the bed at her that she quickly caught and threw back with much less force.

“If you come out with us, we’ll be ready before your wake-up call for the rest of the week!” Victoria tried to bribe.

“If you come out with us, we’ll have breakfast ready for you every day!” Y/n shot a look at Thomas, knowing fully well this was not going to happen. The idea alone made her laugh.

“If you come out with us, you can keep me company while the other three go crazy?” Ethan finally offered. She knew she was close to giving in, no matter how wrong it seemed to blur the lines between working relationship and friendship. She barely even agreed to drinks when she was on the job, and technically, she considered herself to be on the job 24/7. Yet these four had grown close to her heart so much more than anticipated.

Out of nowhere Damiano appeared next to her, slinging his arm around her shoulder. The way his fingertips brushed her neck as he did so left goosebumps. “Come on, darling, I promise I’ll take care of you.”

It turned out, that was all she had needed to hear.

***

The coffeeshop didn’t differ much from the usual pubs and bars; people stuffed in every corner, a low murmur of talk with the occasional loud laughter over the music playing in the background, tables full of glasses and bottles. Only the smoke lingering in the air, its distinct smell, and the relaxed atmosphere let on that it was a slightly different kind of place. Y/n made short work of weaseling through the crowd and securing a table at the far end of the place, just enough space to accommodate all of them, as the others went to order.

“Do you want one as well?” Damiano asked as soon as he had let himself fall onto the couch next to her, already preparing to roll a joint.

“I think I’m getting a second-hand high just sitting here. Maybe take a puff of one of yours, but I won't be able to finish one myself."

Damiano nodded, licking the inside of the blanks as he prepared his joint. Victoria came bouncing in like a tidal wave - her usual fashion - and crashing into the others already sitting down. As soon as Damiano was happy with his creation, she snatched it out of his hand, making short work of lighting it and taking a drag.

“Hey, that was mine!”

“Make another one,” she grinned, obnoxiously blowing the smoke into his face. Rolling his eyes, Damiano quickly prepared another one for himself, everyone now happy and content with their smokes, until only Y/n was left holding at a glass of water.

She preferred to observe the scene from her little advantage point in the corner like she so often did. The mellow music in the background was loud enough to underline the atmosphere but quiet enough to easily talk to everyone around you without having to shout. She liked this much better than loud bars in the evening. Most people were minding their own business, in small groups or pairs, some on their own. Victoria was quick to start chatting to a pair of girls sitting at the table next to them. She wasn’t going to lie - while not her usual spot, she didn’t exactly feel uncomfortable.

A hand appeared in front of her face, seemingly out of nowhere, and it took her a second to realise it was Damiano, trying to pass her his joint. She hesitated - still not convinced whether she should be smoking at all, but one look into his eyes only proved to her that she was weak to his suggestions. Parting her lips ever so slightly, she let him push the blunt between them, his fingertips grazing her. She took a drag, careful not to breathe in too much too quickly, before releasing the joint. Damiano pulled it back towards himself immediately, putting it back between his own lips, and she felt hypnotised. The moment came to an abrupt end when a cough took hold of her.

“Easy, easy,” Ethan soothed from the other side, his hand on her upper back. “Breathe.”

Everyone around the table seemed to be looking at her now, but she quickly got her composure back, holding up her hands in a gesture that was meant to signal she was fine.

“Fuck,” Y/n choked, taking a drink from her glass to wet her throat. “This is why I don’t smoke.”

“Wrong,” Thomas threw in. “This is because you don’t smoke!”

Y/n shook her head, giggling at the guitarist and the know-it-all look in his eyes.

“Up to try again?” Damiano whispered in her ear as the attention had finally ceased to be on her. She found herself staring into his eyes once again, a fluttery feeling erupting in her stomach at having him watch her so intently, at being able to capture his attention so easily.

The look on his face was enough to get her to try again. And again. And again.

She couldn’t tell how much time had passed, but for once, she genuinely didn’t care. The people around them had changed, old ones leaving, new ones arriving, but the music stayed the same. She wasn’t quite sure what the joke Thomas was telling them was about, but she found herself giggling along nonetheless. This was the best she had felt in forever.

Unaware of what she was doing, she leaned back, finding Damiano’s arms carefully wrapping around her, holding her softly. To her own surprise, she was sinking into him.

“Having fun?” He asked in a voice so low she barely heard it. A voice so soft it made her heart melt. She nodded, slightly twisting around in his embrace to look at him again. She couldn’t get enough of his face. She’d stay and study it for all of eternity if he let her.

"Have you ever seen brown zircon?” She suddenly asked out of nowhere. “It's a gemstone that looks like they made sparkly salted caramel bonbons from rock. They mine it in Tanzania, I think? Your eyes sparkle just like that." She grinned at the man beside her. "I can attest to that from this angle at least. It’s like the one scene in Aladdin! 'She's got these eyes, and this hair and…’ Ah oh god, what am I doing?" She couldn’t help but laugh at how ridiculous she was being. She found her face resting on his shoulder, completely content. His eyes never wavered from her face, listening closely to what she had to say.

Then Y/n watched her hand brush Damiano’s hair to the front, attempting to style it in a slightly different way. “Did you mean to look like Eren Yeager or was that some sort of subconscious coincidence? Not that it doesn’t look good, of course.”

“You watch Attack on Titan?” Dami looked down at her with surprise.

“No I don’t, but my friends do. So you learn the names of the people they yell at through the TV screen very quickly,” she laughed, remembering the way her friends would huddle in the living room, shouting at whatever the characters were doing wrong in their opinion.

“The more I get to know you, the more I’m convinced you’re my kinda woman, you know?” he mumbled, a smile grazing his lips. The more she looked at him, the more she felt her brain shutting off and her heart taking over. Or was it the high? She wasn’t interested in trying to differentiate.

Once again, he pushed the joint between her lips, holding the eye contact and it felt so much more intimate than it should have. It felt like her nerves were on fire. When he pulled his hand back again, she wanted to grab onto it, keep him in place, keep the moment.

I could stay in this forever, Y/n thought to herself.

"Also, I'm not religious by any means, but whatever God was responsible for creating you sure took their sweet time doing it…" The words spilled from her mouth before she realized she was talking, eyes flicking back and forth between his. "You know?"

She caught herself looking at his lips. A small blush grew on her face as she looked away. Staring out into the room, out at the people sitting next to them at other tables. Something distracting to take the rising heat off.

***

Damiano could feel his defenses wearing away. All ideas of staying away completely vanished into the smoke that lulled them in as he was holding her in his arms, her back leaning against his chest. He could feel her breathing, giggling at nothing at all, or maybe something Victoria had said but he hadn’t heard.

“If anyone’s been made by the angels, it’s you, amore,” he mumbled more to himself than anything, but she had heard him. Another chuckle running through her body. The atmosphere was fogging up his brain. He watched in amusement as he let a finger run up her arms, from her wrist to her upper arm where the fabric of her shirt began, and goosebumps appeared as if standing tall in a row. He tried it again on the other arm, getting the same result.

“What are you doing?”

She was turning around in his arms, just enough to look at him without removing herself from his embrace. He wondered if it was the dim light or if she was always this radiant. His hands travelled to the elastic that was holding her hair together and carefully removed it, eyes on her. Her hair fell around her face, framing it beautifully in its typically wild manner.

“I…” Her eyes seemed to twinkle as the light of the bar reflected back at him through them. “I don’t know.”

He looked away, suddenly insecure. What was he doing? He wasn’t sure. All he knew was that he couldn’t keep his hands off her, now less than ever. He wanted her. Wanted her all to himself. Wanted to keep holding her like this forever. There was no denying that.

“You’re sweet.”

Her voice took a second to get through to him, but as it did, he turned his head as if in slow motion. All he had wanted to do was look at her again, but that wasn’t what happened. Instead, her lips were on his.

***

All Y/n had done was lean forward to press a kiss against his cheek. Now their lips were meeting and she didn’t know how she had gotten there. She wanted to pull back - no, actually she didn’t. But she thought she should. Though the spirit was willin - to pull away, that was -, the flesh was weak. Delving deeper into his arms, she found herself kissing him like she meant it. Her hands found his chest, feeling the rising heat from his skin. Being closer to him than ever before was driving her crazy. His soft, warm lips against hers. Just the tiniest movements, as if he was afraid of breaking her. She let herself enjoy it. For a moment. That was all her brain allowed before switching back to the rational part. She pulled back in surprise.

She moved out of his embrace, stiffening at the contact. All of the twinkling lights of romance that had just appeared around them now popped as the kiss ended.

I just kissed my boss. I just fucking went and kissed Damiano! I am so, so fucked.

Yet, she couldn't deny that she wanted to kiss him again. And again, and again until they ran out of air to breathe. She looked back at him and the expression on his face said it all. His lids lowered, a small smile appearing on his face. Eyes twinkling in the soft light. He hadn’t wanted the kiss to end either. Either that or the weed was affecting him more than she had thought.

But as cold air started to seep in between them he blinked a couple of times, only now noticing that she had pulled away.

"Sorry - about that. I was trying to- I wasn't trying to kiss you. Well, I was - but not on the mouth. That would have been very forward of me. I would never. That's not me. I don't know how that happened - sorry." Y/n rambled on, unable to stop talking.

Damiano smirked, pecking her cheek. "Y/n, it's fine, you're fine. I turned my head and we kissed. It happens." He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. As if this was some sort of common occurrence. As if she was panicking for nothing. Was she?

***

Damiano desperately tried to hide the turmoil inside of him. It happens?! Damiano, what the hell are you thinking! Not the right thing to say in this situation! Now it just looks like you’d kiss anyone, great. He looked down at his hands, fumbling with his rings. Trying to get his breathing back under control. He needed to be cool.

"I mean - not that I didn't enjoy it. You kiss good!"

You kiss good? What the? That wasn’t even English. He was well and truly losing his mind.

***

Y/n took a deep breath, sitting back in her seat, making sure not to be as close to Damiano as she had been before. Victoria and Thomas had migrated to get more drinks and Ethan was deeply entrenched in some conversation with a man next to him. Luckily the rest of the band hadn't seen what just happened. Grabbing her glass once more, the cold wet condensation gave a stark contrast to her warm skin.

The kiss still left a tingly feeling on her lips. Quickly looking at Damiano, she met his eyes. He had not looked away yet, it seemed. She watched as he bit his lip in contemplation. Whatever was playing on his mind, Y/n didn't know. His words left her believing he wasn’t quite as put together as he tried to pretend. He certainly wasn’t making much sense. Although, she wouldn’t dismiss his compliment of her kissing abilities. She wondered if he would think similarly if they did it again, or did more than that…

Her wandering thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a loud crash. The culprit was quickly spotted. The middle of the coffeeshop, which had been empty of people until then, now had Thomas lying on his front, surrounded by liquid and broken glass.

Y/n didn’t hesitate, jumping up to offer her aid. The worry only lasted for a second though, until Thomas turned on his back, giggling maniacally. She barely managed to kick some shards out of the way before he could roll onto them.

She let out a deep sigh at the state of the guitarist, before quickly apologizing to the people at the bar.

“Everyone help me grab Thomas, I think this is our sign to call it a night.”

***

Y/n thought she’d have an easy time going to sleep. The effects of the joint were lingering, plus, the day had just been plain exhausting. Yet, as her head hit the pillow, she felt restless. Her mind kept circling around Damiano. The way he had looked at her. The way he had looked in general. She had seen him basically naked at this point, but she still thought about how it would be different up close and personal. She wished she had been able to read his eyes more. Had he been thinking about the same things she had? Had he wanted to kiss her again and again, get lost in that bubbling excitement of finally being close, finally let his hands wander to new places? She wanted to pull his hair. See what kind of sound would leave his mouth when doing so.

She wanted his hands and his lips, all of him really, badly. She wanted to know what he felt like when he really kissed her. What his fingers would be able to do to her. Biting and moaning. She desperately needed some release, wishing it would come from him, but knowing there was no chance, at least not tonight. Her hand wandered between her legs as she let her mind run wild. Imagining it was him instead, letting his fingers run along the inside of her thighs, exploring every inch of her. How he would treat her just right, hit all the right spots, do so much better than her own fingers ever could. The words he’d whisper in her ear, seducing her with his mother tongue, breath fanning her skin. How he would kiss her senseless. Feeling the rhythm of their bodies take over. Watch his tattoos start to glisten with a sheen of sweat from what they would be doing.

She found her release almost embarrassingly quickly, burying her face in her pillow. Her body felt more at ease, although her heart was still craving something more. She had almost calmed down, getting her breathing back under control. In a moment of clarity, she checked her phone to see when she had to wake up the next day, when the sound of a moan caught her attention. One that definitely wasn’t her own, but seemed to come from the room next door.

Damiano’s room.

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nsfwshiggy · 3 years

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paring: shigaraki x fem!reader (no quirks)

warnings: 18+, sex toys, slight dirty talk, degrading (name calling) unprotected vaginal sex, noncon/dubcon, public sex, water sports(?) , cumming inside

word count: 2k

author's note: ah i'm finally posting again :D college just started again so i've been trying to get back into the swing of things but my goal is still post at least once a week and maybe twice if i have the time. i started writing this at 1am when i should've been either sleeping or studying for a quiz i have tomorrow. oh well. i hope you enjoy! constructive criticism is welcomed and encouraged.

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you couldn’t believe that he made you wear this while you had to be in classes all day. you were nervous that the other people around you would be able to hear it so you got to class a little early just so you could get a seat in the back where not a lot of people sit. you send your boyfriend shigaraki a text before class started –

I am in class please don’t do anything stupid.

knowing your boyfriend perfectly well you already knew what he was going to do but honestly you were excited because you didn’t know exactly when it was going to happen. you guys were trying out a new toy but shigaraki was the one who bought it so you literally had no idea what the toy did, but you had an idea.

the toy was obviously a vibrator but you didn't know how powerful it was or how many speeds it had. you were in for a real surprise when he finally decided to use it.

you look at your phone to see if he texted back but you find that he just read your message. you hated when he did that so you just locked your phone and decided to actually pay attention in class.

about 20 minutes pass without anything happening, you were kind of disappointed that he hasn't tried anything yet. you feel your phone vibrate and you look down and see it's from shigaraki –

be a good girl

reading that made you quiver because that's what he always says before he does something to you. another 5 minutes pass and it feels like he was just picking on you by sending you that text message. you pick up your phone to send him another text but before you could - you feel it.

you gasp so loudly that some of the students turn around and look at you. you grip onto the desk in front of you. you try your best to laugh it off but -

holy fuck

it was so powerful

this was like nothing you've ever experienced before. the toy was already deep inside you so it was hitting your sweet spot right when it was turned on. you straighten your back out and push yourself into your seat even more to get friction in the other places that were desperate to be touched.

you look at the clock and see that you had another 5 minutes until class was over. your knuckles were starting to go white with how hard you were gripping the desk. you could see out of the corner of your eye that your phone was going off with multiple messages from shigaraki –

are you being a good girl?

is it making my good girl feel good?

i cant wait to the mess you made in your panties.

you couldn't do anything but just sit there because you knew if you moved the vibrator would move and if it were to move even the slightest you didn't know what kind of noise would come out of you. you only wished that the class would hurry up and finish so you could go to the bathroom so you could finish.

all of a sudden it stopped. you were so closed to cumming just from the toy but you knew shigaraki liked watching you finish.

finally the class was finished and you rushed out of the class. the bathroom wasn't too far away so you quickly walked down the hall but right before you could grab the door handle you felt it again but this time it was way more powerful.

you fall to your knees right in the middle of the hall while other students were passing you and looking down at you confused. you press your legs together and squeeze your eyes shut trying not to scream with how good you are feeling. you feel hands grabbing you to lift you off the floor but your legs are shaking so much that you can't even stand so you almost fall again but the person holds you up.

you finally open your eyes to see who is holding you up and it is none other than the person who put you into this situation - shigaraki. he wraps your arms around his neck and whispers into your ear, "how do you feel knowing that all of these people are watching you right now?"

you bite his shoulder to keep you from moaning to loudly. once again you were so close to actually finishing and it felt beyond amazing. "s-shigaraki please" you say quietly while resting your head on his shoulder. "tell me what you want? hm?" he says while laughing at you. he pulls you away from him and helps you walk into the bathroom not caring that he shouldn't be in there.

he locks the door behind you and pushes you over to the counter. "p-please let me finish" you ask him while starting to put your hand down your panties but before you could he pulls your hand away. "i don't think so.." he says while pushing his lips onto yours for the first time all day. "..i want you to beg for it like the good girl you. you are a good girl right?" he ask while smirking at you.

you look up at him and tell him that you are his good girl and that you will do anything he tells you to do. he pulls out a remote from his pocket and turns off the toy finally. you whine when the vibrating stops. "good girls don't whine" he says while pushing your skirt up and sliding his hands down into your panties. he slightly touches your swollen clit making you buck your hips into him.

"look at you acting like a little bitch in heat" he says right into your ear while slightly pushing his long slender finger into your tight hole. you push on his chest while your head falls back. "don't get too happy i'm only taking out the toy so you can't cum without me" he chuckles at you. you start to whine again.

he placed the toy that was covered in your wetness on the counter beside you. "i feel so empty now please just fuck me already" you whine at him. he was taking too long and you just wanted him to fill you up already. he turns you around and pushes you over the counter letting you see yourself in the mirror.

"look at that little slut in the mirror begging me to fuck her tight hole" he says while running a single finger down your slit. "you got so wet just from that toy" he laughs looking at you in the mirror.

you push back into him and grind your ass on his clothed dick. you look over your shoulder and see him with his head pushed back because just the feeling of your ass feels amazing against his already hard dick. he grabs your hips making you stop and then you hear him unzip his pants.

you were so ready for him to be buried deep inside you but he continue to move slowly just to tease you even more. "you have to wait patiently if you want me to fuck you good" he says while pumping his dick and slightly rubbing it up and down your dripping slit.

you moan when you finally feel him enter you. "ahh fuck fuck" you whimper while he slowly pushes into rubbing against the now highly sensitive spot deep inside of you. "p-please stop teasing me" you managed to say while looking at him in the mirror. he looks you right in the eyes and winks at you.

you try to take control but before you can do that he slams right into you without warning making you scream out in pleasure. your head drops onto the cold counter as he continues to completely destroy your insides. "does that make my little slut happy? fucking you so roughly?" he asks while slapping your ass leaving it stinging.

he lifts up one of your legs making it feel like he was even deeper inside of you, "holy f-fuck shigaraki.." you sob while he picks up the pace. you were starting to feel that tightening sensation that you always feel when you are about to cum. "i-i'm about to cum" you moan out as you look at yourself in the mirror.

your hair was sticking to your forehead because you had gotten so sweaty and some of your mascara was running down your cheeks. shigaraki says nothing and continues to push inside of you with a steady flow. you were just about to finish but you were cut off when you hear a knock on the bathroom door.

shigaraki stops and looks at you in the mirror. he holds a finger up to his mouth telling you to stay quiet. once again he says nothing and without warning pushes into you again with full force. you couldn't stop yourself from moaning out and this time you were so loud but you didn't care. you really needed to finish and every time you were close it was always taken away.

you didn't even try to stop your moans from coming out anymore you were feeling so unbelievably good that you just couldn't. shigaraki puts his hand over your mouth while continuing to do what he does best. "do you want to cum baby girl?" he asks while slowing down his thrusts but every time he would push into you he would stop for a second before pulling out again.

you nod your head yes vigorously. your legs were starting to shake. you were so close and shigaraki could tell just from you clenching around him. "fuckk.." he moans from the feeling "if you keep clenching like that i'm going to cum inside of you. i'll fill you up my little whore" he states while taking his hand away from your mouth. whoever was at the door had given up.

you nod your head, "please please" you whimper while trying to clenching even tighter around him "i want you to cum inside of me p-please" you say while looking into his eyes through the mirror. the tightening in your lower belly was back and every time he would push into you brought you even closer.

shigaraki wraps his hand around you so he could rub your neglected clit. your knees buckled as he did this giving you the final push you needed to finally cum. but because you were being over stimulated you did more than just cum. warm liquid started to slowly leak from you and you tried your best to keep it in but you couldn't.

you were so physically tired that you couldn't hold even a moan or whimper in. shigaraki was surprised by this but he didn't care because you could feel his hot load shoot into you feeling you up just like he said he would. he mumbles out a bunch of words that you couldn't make out.

he says inside of you for a few seconds before pulling out and some of his seed leaks out. you were a mess and you were also making a mess on the floor. "i should've bought that toy a long time ago" he says while laughing and holding you up once again pushing the sweaty hair off your face.

you fall into his arms because of how dizzy you felt.

"are you ready for round two at home?" he questions wiping some of your mascara off your cheeks.

©️nsfwshiggy

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milks-writings · 3 years

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✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ ｡⋆♡° ✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ ｡⋆♡° ✫

✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ PAIRING: Kōtarō Bokuto x Male!Reader

✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ WARNINGS: floff, mentioned homophobia but not explicit (?)

✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ REQUEST: my love, please write a scenario about bokuto like flirting and crushing over a boy and being comfortable with the thought that he fell in love with a boy. and the reader is kinda quiet, but very sweet and tenderly touchy - like he touchs kou’s hands, shoulders, just touching him, and bokuto just loves it. but one day when bokuto was telling him something and akaashi also was near and reader just held bo’s hand in his hands a bit too long and some guy said something like “dude wtf”, and a reader went very ashamed and sad and after that situation just stoped touching bokuto. he even held his hands by his back, you know, because he was too ashamed of people and bokuto thinking he is like doing something bad. but in reality bo also was very sad that he stoped touching him, so he started to be pouty and everything, he thought he offended his love somehow aww🥺 so once he just can’t bare it anymore and when they are all alone, just lean and kiss him passionately uwu❤️thks!!

✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ A/N: Do I love this request? Yes. Am I addicted? Maybe. AND SORRY FOR MAKNG YOU WAIT BB--

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✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ Scenario: love has no genders

It had been like you two was caught in your own pink world. The second you two filled each other's presence, the world around you would only be a blur, the voices only a muffled whisper, and the male in front of you the only thing you would focus on. And the white-haired ace? He felt the exact same way about you. Despite you being a male, which he didn’t mind at all. It was never like he hated the thought of falling in love with a male, neither did he hate the thought of falling in love with a girl.

But you had something special, something special he wanted to discover and love.

A few times a few flirts would slip over his mouth, making your cheeks go to a rosy and sweetish pink. A few times he would also just stare at you ranting about how boring classes were. However, never did he think that your small touches would be sending him to cloud 7.

The first time, your hand would accidentally brush over his, to reach out for your drink. The small touch sends shivers down his spine, waking the butterflies up that had been sleeping in his stomach.

The second time, you patted his shoulder in a rather assuring manner, to tell him that even though he messed up one spike, Bokuto still did great. And that was when he realized that he fell in love with you, his classmate who he met when two people were assigned to do a project. Over and over again, the smallest things made his heart race. Just seeing you smiling, or hearing your laugh. It was the same day he realized that Bokuto wanted to make you laugh and smile every day.

Akaashi of course had taken notice of their ace staring at his male classmate, for longer than usual. And he also had taken notice how you sometimes just gently touched Bokuto what send him and his heart into space, bringing him into another world.

And of course, Akaashi would support Bokuto with confessing to you. “You will have to tell him one day.” Akaashi bluntly said after their long practice, making Bokuto frown, almost pout at his words.

How did he find out? Was it that obvious?

“But Akaashi-” Bokuto started along with a small pout, making the black-haired male shake his head. “I am sure Y/N likes you back. The way he smiles is saying a lot.”

Akaashi wasn’t stupid though. He knew that it would take a lot more to make Bokuto or you confess, and he knew that you two would be scared that neither of you would be the preferred gender. Additionally, if the setter was wrong, which he highly doubted, Bokuto’s mood would be going down the drain very quickly, making the team lose at every game.

“But let’s wait first” He added after a few seconds of silence, making Bokuto nod his head slowly. “Maybe try to be more affectionate with him. Not too much. Try to hold his hand.” His best friend advised, before leaving the changing rooms.

And with the knowledge that you would wait for Bokuto after practice just to walk home, Akaashi waited with you, just to make sure that he was right. “You like him, am I right?” The setter simply asked, making you go quiet, but luckily right after two seconds, Bokuto left the changing rooms too, joining you two. “Anyway, let’s go.” You finally managed to say, right after the question that caught you off guard.

With heading over to you and the ace’s hand slowly inching closer to yours, you got the hint of thought and just locked your hand into his, beginning to walk down the road you two always walked down, but now also with Akaashi’s presence. “Should we get some snacks?” The mentioned dark-haired male asked you two, just to get a closer look whenever Bokuto followed his advice or not. “yes let’s get some snacks!” The cheerful male agreed, hurrying with you up to the store that was just a few minutes away from your current location.

Within opening the door, the sweet scent of sweets hit your nose, making you gain some interest in the chocolate that had been shown in the display case. The energetic male pulled out his wallet while letting you pick some things that looked delicious to you. Akaashi just stood behind you two, watching how you two were picking out some snacks, not being interested in getting anything sweet. He was not in the mood.

Being deepened in making the decision, Bokuto didn’t quite catch the judging look of a male that had been in the store too, unlike you, who immediately felt anxious with the almost toxic glare. Slowly, your hand slipped out of his, trying to go unnoticed by the loss. “Did you decide already?” Bokuto asked, thinking that you only let go just to be able to hold onto the small bag. With a small nod, you showed him whatever you wanted, caring now less about the sort of chocolate you would get, and rather got carried away by the insecurities building up in your mind.

Akaashi’s gaze followed your gaze, making him finally understand what had been going on.

Paying and leaving the store felt like a whole while for you, which took only a few minutes. With that, you three made your way back to your houses again, while you began to eat the chocolate, to have an excuse not to hold Bokuto’s hand.

“See you tomorrow!” Bokuto cheered the next minute, at least it felt like the next minute. You must’ve lost track of the things around you. ”See you” you replied with waving, entering your house.

The next days surely will be hard.

And they were. The next days felt like the hardest days this year, your anxiety and insecurities always stopping you from doing something that was ‘wrong’, just to not get judged or looked at weirdly by other people.

Bokuto didn’t quite catch what had happened. He didn’t know what he did wrong, how you felt, and how he should feel about this all. All he knew was that anything had happened yesterday, and that wasn’t something good. The small touches had gone missing, the small smiles and laughs were not the same anymore and it felt like you were hiding something from him.

“Y/N.” he finally started, rather than getting led by his feelings. “Did I do something wrong?” The ace asked a little shaky, scared that you would say something along the lines like “Yes”. But instead, he got a rather calming and assuring response he kinda had hoped for. “No, why?” A small sigh left his lips, like it took quite a few weights off his shoulders, making you smile a little, genuinely again. “I was just worried. You don’t hold my hand anymore” He pouted, making you almost give in and tell him what had been wrong.

But then again, you were scared to tell him about that. “Oh” was the only word that had come to your mind right in that second, making him not a little. “Why don’t you hold my hand anymore?” He whined out, bringing your thoughts mixed up and making them all foggy. “I uh-” you started, but almost immediately got cut off by him sitting beside you and bringing you into a loose hug, his hands only resting on the bench and his head placed on your shoulder. “Is it my fault?” He whined out, and before he could go on with his rant you quickly gave him an assuring head shake. “Then tell me why you don’t hold my hand anymore” He whined again. “Uh well-” Before you could finish your sentence, the male picked his head up, to stare right into your eyes, perhaps almost staring into your soul. “You know if you feel embarrassed you can just tell me” “That’s not the case bo”.

His hands moved up to your cheeks, making your heart race again. “You know, Akaashi once said that love has no genders” He gently said, almost hinting that he liked you. “I guess that’s true.” The male poutingly added, making you finally choke out some words too. “You like me?” The question caught him off guard, but instead of answering he just pressed a kiss on your forehead, leaving you slightly speechless. “I hope you like me” He indirectly answered your question and put his head back on your shoulder.

“Of course I do-”

“Then hold my hand again.” he whined once again, but shut up as soon as your hand reached out for his.

«𝐛𝐲 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞»

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erzaguin · 3 years

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Huntmira Week 2021 Day 3:Meeting The Family

“Soooo what's their name?” Said Edric nonchalantly as he and Emira made their way home from school.

“Huh? Who's name?” Responded, Emira puzzled as she continued walking next to her brother.

“Oh you know the mysterious individual you've been seeing in secret?”

Emira feigned ignorance as she continued walking "What makes you think I've been seeing someone?"

*gasp* “I'm hurt, what kind of brother would I be if I didn't notice that my only twin is so obviously in love?” said Edric as he held his chest in an exaggerated gesture. All while recalling the conversation he had the previous night with their younger sister Amity, who was the one to point out that Emira had been acting differently lately and suggested she might be seeing someone in secret.

“...Right” said Emira who knew the only way Ed had noticed was if someone had pointed it out to him. “So what’s their name?” pressured Edric.

*sigh* “There’s no way you’re going to let this go, is there?” responded Emira hesitantly knowing that Edric loved gossip and there was no way he would be able to move past this.

“Nope,” grinned Edric, who was dying to know more about his sister's secret.

“Fine, ...his name is Hunter and we’re not...” Emira winced before finishing her statement as Edric let out an excited squeal. He had not been fully convinced that there was someone Emira liked but getting confirmation that there was filled him with even more excitement and curiosity.

“You have a secret boyfriend! Does he go to our school? How did you two meet? When did you meet? When can I meet him? Why hadn't you told me about him before?” questioned Edric as he blocked his sister’s path unable to contain his excitement.

“Calm down Ed,” said Emira as she casually stepped past her brother. “Like I was trying to say we aren’t dating. No he doesn't go to our school and we met at the library that day you went out on your date. I’m not sure when you can meet him. And I hadn’t told you because there’s nothing to tell.”

Edric took in the information before going after his sister. “Alright I got you I’ll be your wingman don’t worry Em this guy won’t know what hit him.”

“You don’t have to do that Ed...You’re not actually going to try to hit him are you?” questined Emira as she was unsure of her brother’s plans.

“No it’s ok don’t worry besides you helped me find someone so I’ll be returning the favor. And since you said you two aren’t dating then it’s perfectly ok if I tag along on one of your meetups right?” Smiled Edric.

“I don’t know about that Ed...” mused Emira as she thought about how Hunter would react to Edric tagging along plus she kind of liked having something she did not have to share with Ed.

"Ok ok don’t worry about it" said Edric “You don’t have to invite me to your secret meetup spot. How about you invite him to go to the carnival with us?” Emira considered this. She had been planning on asking Hunter to hang out with her outside of the library. He could definitely use the distraction and having Edric around might help Hunter come out of his shell a bit. "Ok sure why not, what's the worst that could happen?"

“This is a waste of time. I could be doing some research or training.” Grumbled Hunter to himself as he waited for the twins to arrive. He had protested against coming but ultimately Emira always got her way.

It had been several weeks now since they had first met at the library. Since then the two had become close and would have frequent meet ups at the library where Emira would help him with research. Although most of the time they would just spend their time together talking about their days or of nothing at all. They could just be sitting there next to each other without saying a word and that would be enough to make a bad day a whole lot better. Before Hunter had realized it these meetups had become something that he really looked forward to each week.

Now standing there realizing that he would be meeting a member of her family made him nervous. “Why should I be nervous? It's not like we’re dating or anything, we're just friends” he mumbled to himself the thought leaving him a bit disheartened. Then a sudden thought of being on a date with Emira flashed through his mind which caused him to blush. He was still lost in thought when he heard someone shout “Hey Em I found your boyfriend he's over here!”

Hunter turned around to see a tall youth with emerald green hair and golden eyes staring at him with a big goofy grin on his face. His face to close to his. “You're Hunter right? I’m Edric it’s a pleasure to meet you” smiled Edric as he stretched out his hand towards Hunter.

“Yeah nice to meet you too” Said Hunter shaking his hand as he realized that Edric had referred to him as Emira’s boyfriend. Is that how she described him to her family? But we’re just friends he reassured himself yet the thought still made his heart beat race even though he would not let it show on his face.

A few moments later Emira was finally able to make her way through the crowd to them. Her cheeks were flushed and was a little bit out of breath. “Did she run here?” thought Hunter to himself.

Emira took a few seconds to compose herself before staring daggers at Edric. Who now had an arm across Hunter’s shoulders but as soon as he noticed Emira’s face he quickly moved to hide behind Hunter. “Hey Em nice to see you finally made it” teased Edric from behind Hunter.

Emira’s face did not give away how angry she was but both Hunter and Edric knew better. “Yeah sorry I was late you know the funniest thing happened. When I tried opening my bedroom door I found out that it had been hexed shut. You wouldn’t know anything about that would you, Ed?” said Emira in a cheery voice but Hunter could feel Edric tense up behind him.

“Oh you know that really is funny. Who could have done such a terrible thing?” taunted Edric still hiding behind Hunter who was beginning to realize he was right to be nervous of meeting with Emira’s family.

Realizing that he was in a world of trouble Edrict decided to take action. Still holding on to Hunter’s shoulders he pushed the young man through the crowd away from his sister as he tried to make conversation. “I’ve never seen her so mad. You know she’s going to kill you right?” noted Hunter as he let himself be pushed through the crowd.

“Be cool, maybe if we play our cards right we’ll both make it out of this without violence.” Whimpered Edric as he continued to push through the crowd in the direction of the carnival entrance. “What do you mean we?! She’s only mad at you” retorted Hunter, starting to get annoyed.

“You would just throw me under the bus like that? Man I thought we were friends”Cried Edric who sounded genuinely hurt.

“What is going on here?” thought Hunter to himself trying to make sence of the situation. What he wanted to say was that he got himself into this mess and he should get himself out but something about him made Hunter want to help. Maybe it was because he reminded him too much of Emira. Or it's something that runs in the family. *sigh* “Ok I’ll help, what do you want me to do?” said Hunter hesitantly.

“Really?! You’re the best!” Beamed Edric. “Let’s see, how about you confess your undying love for her. That should make her forget how mad she is at me.” Proposed Edric.

Upon hearing this Hunter dug in his heels and turned to face Edric who had a mischievous grin on his face. This was his plan all along! Wait, did this mean Emira liked him? Did she want him to confess? But how could he when he wasn’t sure about his feelings for her. She was his first friend. His only friend, he couldn't risk that.

The sudden stop gave Emira enough time to catch up to them. Edric very confidently put a hand on Hunter’s shoulder and said “Hey Em, Hunter has something that he wants to say to you” he gave hunter a wink and lightly pushed him forward towards Emira who looked mortified after hearing Edric.

Hunter looked at Emira and started walking towards her only stopping once he was right next to her. He had been taken off guard but he had made his decision. “See you tomorrow at our usual spot?” he said with a small smirk on his face.

Emira’s face relaxed into a smile before saying “It’s a date.” She gave him a wink before stepping forward towards Edric.

Hunter turned around to look at Edric who looked betrayed and terrified. “It was nice meeting you Edric. Hopefully we get another chance to meet in the future although I highly doubt it.” said Hunter with a smug look on his face before turning around and making his way home. The last thing he heard was Edric screaming in fear of his sister as he ran away.

“A date huh?” mused Hunter to himself.

#the owl house #toh #hunter x emira #emira blight #edric blight #huntmiraweek2021 #huntmira #toh fanfic #toh hunter #goldmira

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ithinkilikeit-reactions · 3 years

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Midnight moments with Seventeen

Seventeen masterlist Group Masterlist

A/N: Under a read more not because it’s suggestive but because 13 members and a very long post

S.Coups/Seuncheol:

Any down time of his was usually spent sleeping and you really couldn’t blame him. Ever since you had started dating Seungcheol, you’re downtime was definitely spent taking naps more than anything else and well, you loved it.

This night was a little different, but the general idea was the same. You could feel Seungcheol’s fingers dancing over your sides as you talked, drawing shapes on your skin through your shirt. “You know what’s most surprising about tonight?” He asked hands coming up to cup your face with a smile. “Hmm?” You asked lazily, placing your hands on his bare chest. “That it’s midnight on a day off and I haven’t fallen asleep yet.” You laughed at his words, before he rolled you both over so he laid on top of you.

“If you’re not carefull, you’ll become as lazy as me on your days off.”

Jeonghan:

“Just know, before you I had never done this before.” You said and he laughed, getting ready to kick the ball. “I could tell by how you kick.” Jeonghan joked and you shook your head. This was something you don’t do often, soccer at night and it had become something you and Jeonghan would look forward too when the opportunity presented itself.

With just the two of you, it was fun. Running around the empty park lit up only by the glow of street lighting and the moon, laughing and playing like kids. Especially when you missed a very open goal, it was highly amusing. “Wahh, you really suck at this. You would think the more we do this, you’d get better.” He said wrapping his arms around you and tackling you to the grass gently. You shoved him slightly with a laugh, not wanting to give in to your loss.

“It’s okay, I still love you even if you suck at soccer.”

Joshua/Jisoo:

It was the simple text around midnight that asked: Do you want to go for a drive? Which meant, Joshua couldn’t sleep, not that you were complaining. Late night drives were a blessing with Joshua, filled with hot cocoa, cookies, some good music and some 1 on 1 time with him.

“Couldn’t sleep?” You asked as you sat down next to him. “Maybe, or maybe I just wanted to spend some time with you.” He turned his head with a cheesy smile and you laughed. “So you couldn’t sleep.” “Yeah I couldn’t sleep. BUT, I did bring you hot cocoa with whipped cream.” He said, handing you the cup and kissing your cheek. You smiled at him, sipping the drink gently because it was hot.

“Where should we go? Drive by the beach, or go through the city?”

Jun/Junhui:

You couldn’t help but doze off slightly to the sound of his voice, your brain wasn’t even registering what he was saying at this point either. Jun’s voice was just so comforting and it was late, his little trick to help you learn Chinese faster wasn’t going to work at least not at midnight. He had come up with the concept of reading books to you in Chinese, to help you learn.

“Yah, are you sleeping?” He asked, the book shutting loudly to make your eyes shoot open. “I’m sorry, I was dozing off.” You admitted with a little laugh. Jun put the book down and moved to lean over you. “If I had more time in a day I would read with you in the afternoon and not at midnight.” He was apologetic towards you for that, but he didn’t need to be. You absolutely understood. You pushed his hair out of his face and smiled. “Let’s just stop reading tonight, go to bed.” You whispered and tried to convince him, only for him to smile.

“Let’s finish this chapter.”

Hoshi/Soonyoung:

“So just twist this way-” “Like this?” You asked attempting to mimic his movements only to hear him laugh heartily. “I mean, you’re not wrong but you’re not right.” He explained and you stood up straight, crossing your arms. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Soonyoung wrapped his arms around you quickly, tucking his face into your neck.

You had come to keep him company in the practice room, because he was alone and it was late and now he was teasing you. Your back pressed against his and you looked in the mirror. “It’s okay, I won’t make you dance again.” He said softly and you laughed. “You’re trying to be sweet but it still feels like you’re laughing at me.” You said and Soonyoung burst out into laughter.

“That’s enough practicing for today, how about we just go home and watch a movie or something.”

Wonwoo:

You could feel his eyes on you as you flipped through the pages of your book, he wasn’t paying attention to his own at all anymore. You often late night read together, it was something you both enjoyed. Being able to sit in silence together, immersed in different stories but still together. But now, he was just watching you as you read.

“Book boring?” You asked, placing your bookmark between the pages. “Everything is boring compared to you.” Wonwoo smiled cheekily and you hid your face in your hands in embarrassment. “You’re delirious, go to bed.” You said, watching him get up from his chair to drop down to his knees in front of you and take your book from your lap. He grabbed your hands and looked you in the eyes, seemingly going to say something very serious.

“How about we go get some ice cream or something?”

Woozi/Jihoon:

It was refreshing to be with Jihoon in the studio but to not have him working. You had managed to convince him to take a break, which ended up in him laying on top of you on the couch as you played with his hair. You were simply listening to him ramble on about the newest Going Seventeen episode and what they had to do.

“They set up this whole course, it was absolutely insane. I really wonder how the producers come up with this stuff.” He explained and you had to laugh. “I’m amazed at their creativity. Wish I had some of that while working.” He continued and you kept petting his hair. “Nah, you’re plenty creative and good at you’re job.” You smiled and he shook his head.

“You’re supposed to say that, you’re dating me.”

Dokyeom/Seokmin:

Curse restaurants that were open late, especially really good pizza joints. Late night snack you both called it and well, you absolutely loved these moments with him. “Midnight pizza should be illegal.” Seokmin said and you nodded, taking a bite of your own pizza. “To some of your managers, it probably is.” You joked and he sighed.

“You spoiled the fun with one sentence.” He laughed and you joined in. “Sorry.” You laughed out and he rested his head onto your shoulder. “We should probably head home soon.” He added, finishing his pizza and throwing a napkin on to his plate. He turned in his chair to look at you with a bright smile before pressing his forehead to yours.

“Thank you for coming out with me when I’m craving pizza at midnight.”

Mingyu:

“I can’t believe you crave cookies at midnight, beg me to make them with you and then also spill the dough.” You whisper yelled, trying to keep quiet for the other members in the dorm were sleeping. Mingyu was a laughing mess on the floor, covered in flour and dough. “I’m sorry.” He choked out and pulled you down to the floor with him.

“What’s going on in here?” Seungcheol asked, hearing the ruckus that came with the mess. It must’ve been a sight to his eyes. “Mingyu wanted freshly baked cookies.” You said, attempting to pat out some of the flour in his hair. Mingyu simply smiled at you as you did. Seungcheol simply raised his eyebrows and walked away, not wanting to deal with it. Mingyu pushed up off the ground, helping you up with him.

“I’ll clean this up. Maybe we should attempt this tomorrow again.”

The8/Minghao:

You were perched on the foot of his bed, scrolling through your phone as he went back and forth through his closet. Glancing up every now and then to look at him. “Okay, do these work together?” He asked, showing off the outfit he had put together. Minghao often did this late at night, when he was worried about what to wear out the next day.

“It doesn’t not work.” You said and he scoffed. “Right, different shirt.” He said, pulling it off swiftly and going back to his closet. You shook your head with a laugh, returning to aimlessly scrolling on your phone. Only for him to huff and join you on the bed and placing his head on your shoulder with a sigh. “It’s hard to be fashionable isn’t it?” You asked and he nodded.

“So exhausting.”

Seungkwan:

One hand held his while the other held your fish cakes as you walked through the park. Seungkwan had finished work early (but still midnight) and wanted to take a walk with you, so there you were, at midnight, under the promise of being treated to fish cakes.

“So how was practice?” You asked and you could physically feel him sigh. “I’m so tired today, I don’t know why?” He said, gesturing for you to give a bite of your food. “Maybe because it’s midnight and you’ve been dancing all day.” You suggested and he shrugged. “Right.That could be it.” He took the fish cake skewer from your hand, eating the rest. You looked at him with disapproval, snatching the skewer back.

“You owe me another one.”

Vernon/Hansol:

“Okay but how would you style that?” You asked, pointing to the absolutely ridiculous hat on whatever clothing website he was looking on. “I would just style it. Put it on my head and wear it.” Vernon teased, adjusting his laptop on his stomach as you both aimlessly scrolled.

“Those shoes are cool.” You pointed and he nodded. “Want me to order them for you?” He asked and you started laughing. “I thought we were just window shopping?” You asked, dropping your head onto his shoulder and pulling the blankets up over your own. You watched him add them to his cart with a smile, before adding that hat.

“When am I ever just window shopping?”

Dino/Chan:

“We have to come up with a penalty.” You said, before starting your tekken match. “A penalty, you sure about that?” Chan asked, raising his eyebrows at you in question. “I’m very sure... how about loser pays for our late night snack tonight.” You suggested and he shook his head.

“No, no it’s too late for that anyways. Think bigger.” He started, pausing to think. “Loser buys the other coffee for the next 2 months.” He suggested and you hummed. “You’re on. Lee Chan your coffee money is mine.” You said and redirected your attention to the tv. It only took a few moments for your character to knock his out and he was laying flat on the floor, staring at the ceiling.

“Why do I always have to one up the bets, it always bites me in the butt. Even with you. But okay, starting tomorrow I’ll get you a coffee everyday.”

A/N: This took me forever. I need to get back in the swing of things in writing for Seventeen.

#seventeen #seventeen reaction #seventeen scenario #s.coups #jeonghan #joshua #jun #hoshi #wonwoo #woozi #dokyeom #mingyu #the8 #seungkwan #vernon #dino

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insomiaismygame · 3 years

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ahEEMEM...

four words; NSFW Butler Levi Headcanons

with a short reader (below 4’11 / 5’0)

NSFW Butler!Levi x Short!Fem!Reader Headcanons

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

A/N: First of all can we take a moment to appreciate just how fine this man is. Second, I like your idea!!! I came up with several different scenarios with butler Levi, but here is one. Hope you like it!!!

Scenario: You're his master

SFW

I think we can all agree that Levi would be one hell of a butler. 😏

He would constantly keep a prim and proper appearance. I highly doubt you would find a single wrinkle in his uniform. He may have grown up on the streets but this man knows how to keep appearances.

He mainly keeps the house clean as that is his specialty. Constantly dusting shelves and windows, mopping the floors, and keeping everything organized. He takes pride in his work as it's a reflection of not only him but you.

Due to his work ethic, you made him head of staff. He filled the position well; having no problem telling others what to do. He instills fear in your staff you never could. Keeping them on track and up to his high standards.

You confide in him the most out of everyone on your staff. Mainly because when he's not bossing them around he's tending to you. Watching your body language, expressions, complexion, etc. This man is dedicated to you and you alone!

His dedication to you leads you to develop feelings for him. His attentiveness and the way he brings you comfort warm your heart. Though you assume that said dedication wasn't to you but his job. You couldn't have been more wrong.

His attentiveness stems from his desire to be close to you. This is the only way he knows how. Acts of service are his love language after all. He knows his feelings are inappropriate - he's staff and you're his master.

He started to fall for you when he realized how selfless you were. Working day and night running the estate. Looking for ways to keep all of your staff safe and employed. You were never greedy with your wealth. Always willing to give money and food to those in need. You never really saw yourself as being above others. Which led to a lot of admirers and a lot of marriage proposals.

You turned down every single one of course. Your heart belonged to him alone. You confessed your feelings one night while taking a stroll in the garden. You were tired of hiding and wanted to remain true to your desires. Needless to say, he was flabbergasted to hear your declaration of love. He wanted to think you were pulling a cruel joke but he knew you were better than that.

He also wanted to remain honest to you so he confessed too. He pulled you in his embrace and kissed your forehead. Leaning down to kiss you softly, tenderly, with a small smile on his lips.

NSFW

It's canon that Levi is a sub but for this scenario, he's a switch.

I imagine he loves the power that you hold over him. It keeps him grounded, keeps him focused. He would want to keep that same energy during intimate moments. Granted he does have moments where he takes control, but he prefers you do. He lives to please you! He knows you're afraid of having that power so you keep out of the relationship for the most part. You see him as being your equal no matter what.

Given your rather short stature, he feels an innate need to protect you. Due to this, he's a mostly gentle lover. It's ok to rough him up but you? Not really. You have a reputation to uphold! If you two explore bondage he'll make sure to get the finest silk ropes. Nothing to mar your skin in any way.

If it comes to who is on their knees more it's Levi. This man loves eating you out because he focuses more on your pleasure than his.

He'll be under your desk while you fill out paperwork gently licking your folds. He practically forces you to stand and work while he savors you. Well, more like grip onto the side of the desk as your legs tremble. Trust me you might as well put the pen down. You won't be getting any work done while he's down there.

He'll give you long languid strokes to your clit till you pay attention to him. Nipping and sucking between each stroke - making you tremble. He loves it when you card your hands through his hair. Telling him how good he's doing and that you love him.

He'll excuse the other staff from servicing you. Giving him more opportunities to be intimate with you.

Maids on their way to bath you? Nope! Not anymore! Levi will tell them that they are excused from their duty. Saying something like: “You guys don't do a good job cleaning the mistress.”

Someone bringing you paperwork? He snatches it from them, claiming they are taking too long.

Since you are small the two of you often bathe together. He'll brush a washcloth gently over your skin. Teasing you as he washes your tits and between your thighs. Sliding the cloth very close to your folds only to pull away seconds later. Eventually, Levi gives in and fingers you painfully slow. He chuckles when you buck your hips into his hand.

In the bedroom, he lets you tie him up with the silk rope he got. He's splayed on the bed while you run your hands up and down his body. If you want to punish him you'll blindfold him and sit at the edge of the bed. Watching as he writhes on the sheets begging to be touched; for you to ride him.

You'll brush his tip against your entrance, holding his hips down. Whispering to him: “If your good I'll ride you”. Leaving bites all over his neck and chest. Giving his cock teasing licks and gentle kisses. He's a sobbing mess by the time you sink down on him. This man is literally at your mercy.

Though for the times you're the one tied to the bed - expect to be overstimulated. This man will pay back all your teasing tenfold. Levi will suck on your tits while running his fingers between your folds. He'll edge you for a good three hours while you're weeping for more. You better believe he'll grant your wish.

Sliding down between your legs he'll nip and suck at your folds. Bringing you to orgasm on his mouth multiple times before thrusting into you. His pace starts slows and steadily becomes faster and rougher. You tug on the rope, wanting to push him away. Every orgasm he draws from you a lovely mix of pleasure and pain.

His aftercare is, of course, flawless. This man is thoroughly prepared once you both are done. He brings out a bowl of warm water with a rag and a cup of water. He gives the water and wipes you down while you drink. Being extra gentle when he wipes between your legs. He draws a bath for you with Epsom salt and lavender oil. He knows you're sore and tries his best to reduce that pain.

He carries you to the bath if he's been particularly rough. Giving your forehead and cheeks small pecks on the way. Levi will climb in with you and hold you to his chest whispering small praises. Telling you how good you did, how beautiful you are.

Once he's done changing out the sheets he'll climb in with you. Sometimes he'll stay the rest of the night with you. Other times he heads back to his room. In both instances, he always gives you a chaste kiss before you fall asleep.

Phew!! Ok, so I know this is late but school and work have been kicking my ass. I'll post the Colt Grice fic tomorrow!! I might do another scenario for butler Levi because I really love this idea!! Anyways, I hope you like it!

Tags: @heyyharuhi @pockyfairy

GIF IS NOT MINE ALL CREDIT GOES BACK TO ITS ORIGINAL CREATOR

#anime #anime fandom #fanfiction #levi ackerman #aot smut #levi x y/n #levi headcanons #levi smut #levi attack on titan #butler headcanons #butler levi #captain levi #levi aot #snk levi #shingeki no kyoujin levi

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boxofbadaddiction · 4 years

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Nothing's More Important Than Quidditch

Fred Weasley x Reader

Warnings: Some Swearing. Highly Suggestive. Someone gets hurt.

This story is inspired from a request of my F.R.I.E.N.D.S Themed Prompt List.

Using Prompts two and three: "OH...MY...GOOOOD!"/"MY EYES! MY EEYEES!"

Fred and George Weasley were men of simple tastes. They liked pranks, food and Quidditch. Though if you were to ask Fred he would argue that there were nothing more important than Quidditch.

He'd never missed a game. Never missed a practice, and had been able to afford it he'd never miss a Cup. So that being said, you can imagine how shocked his team were when he told them he wasn't feeling well enough to train tonight.

"You're dying aren't you?"

"What? No, Lee. I'm not dying!"

"Then I'm sorry I mustn't have heard right when, the Fredrick Gideon Weasley, just said he wasn't well enough to play Quidditch?"

"Piss off."

It was Sunday lunch in the Great Hall and Angelina had the whole Gryffindor team huddled together. She was discussing her newest game strategies when Fred spoke abruptly, all eyes bulging at his words. Expressions a mixture of confusion and concern. Fred never. Missed. A. Game.

"Hey!" [Y/N] had arrived and happily sat her self amongst her close group of friends. "What's with the faces?" Her brows furrowed as she filled a Goblet with her favourite drink.

"Fred says he's not training Tonight." Angelina answered, still gawking at the Redhead in question.

[Y/N] choked on her drink. "He's what!?" She coughed, hand on her chest in shock.

"It's not a big deal!" Fred groaned. "I've just got one cracker of a headache. Need to sleep it off and I'll be right as rain." He forced a smile, though to the group it appeared more as a painful grimace.

"Well, I do hope you feel better." [Y/N] leant over the table, placing her hand atop of his to offer some comfort with a reassuring smile. "What about the rest of you?" She straightened herself, taking a pastry from the bowl infront of them as she did so.

"We're still training" George replied, "Not all of us roll over because of a wittle headache" he pouted at his brother, trying to stir him up. Fred retaliated, through the light laughter of his friends, by throwing a bread roll at his brother.

"Coming to watch, [Y/N]?" George spoke, still laughing as he brushed crumbs from his clothes.

"Afraid I can't, tonight."

"What!?" Lee groaned, "come on! I'm going!"

"Yes, well as tempting as it may be to spend more time by your side Lee", she leant into him with doey eyes batting her eyelashes flirtatiously, hands cupping his bicep. Returning to her previous position she continued, "I have so much Homework to do it's not funny. I'll find myself joining the next Headless Hunt if I don't hand Snape his Most Potent Poisons Assessment tomorrow."

"Barrell of fun you two are, today" George rolled his eyes.

"Right, well the rest of you. We've got training to do!" Angelina stood, gesturing for the Quidditch team to follow. Somewhat begrudgingly, with various disapproving moans escaping their lips, they made for the Pitch.

"Positive you'll be okay, Freddie?" George lagged behind in a final ditch effort to convince his brother to join them. "You could always just watch from the stands."

"I'm positive, Georgie. I'm just not right at the moment."

"Do you want me to stay? I will if that's what you'd prefer..."

"Who are you? Mum now?" Fred joked "Get out of here you sap!" He waved his arm as if trying to shoo him from the hall.

"Don't worry, George. I'll look after him" [Y/N] assured.

"Such a faithful little bestie you are." He said while ruffling her hair. "Alright then, see you two in a couple hours" he waved to them as he ran to catch up with his team.

"Come on you. Let's get you to bed." [Y/N] spoke to Fred and they made their way to the common room.

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So much for a couple hours. Mere forty minutes later saw the same team arriving back through the Fat Lady.

"How was I supposed to know she was right behind me!?" George complained loudly, followed closely into the room by the light giggles of Lee and Harry. No such laughter, however, could be heard from the mouth of the Gryffindor Captain.

"A concussion George! You gave Katie a concussion!" She was near shouting at the boy.

"I SAID I WAS SORRY! I didn't see her!" He threw his arms up in defence. "Pomfrey says she'll be right in a few days, what's the fuss?"

"The fuss, George, is that we just lost a whole night's training! You're just lucky our next game isn't for another fortnight, Weasley. I have to take Katie some things for her stay in the Hospital Wing, YOU! had better think fast about how to make this up to her." With a final menacing point of her finger Angelina stormed off towards the dormitory she shared with Katie.

"Should we check on Fred?" Lee spoke to break the guilty silence.

"Yeah, hey - don't forget to tell him how his Golden Boy brother sent our best chaser to the infirmary!" Harry goaded making his way over to Hermione and Ron by the fire.

"Little prat" George grumbled as he and Lee made their way to the dormitory. Lee was laughing hard at his friends remark."He doesn't watch it he won't be 'The Boy who lived' for much longer. Might pick up where You-Know-Who left off." George went on as he leant his back against the door, pushing it open as his hand twisted the door knob. Lee's laughter only increased.

"I'd like to see you- OH...MY...GOOOOD!!" laughter and smiles faded instantly as his eyes fell on the tangled mess of sheets and the bodies of his two close friends in place of where Fred should have been resting.

The sudden exclamations catching the attention of [Y/N] and Fred, their eyes shooting directly across the, should have been empty, bedroom.

"SHIT!" Fred yelled as he pulled off of [Y/N] and covered her with his blanket. "YOU WEREN'T MEANT TO BE BACK FOR A COUPLE HOURS!"

"MY EYES! MY EEYYEES!!" George screamed dramatically. Turning away from the scene he covered his face by his hands, desperately trying to lose the imagine of his brothers and best friends mostly naked bodies.

"It's not what you think!" [Y/N] began, throwing Fred's jumper on over her head which could very well have been a dress on her. She stood, tugging at the material willing it to stay in place before fixing her hair.

"It doesn't look like you were napping!" Lee snapped sarcastically, "nor does it look much like a POTIONS ASSIGNMENT!"

"[Y/N]" George began, not turning to face the two - rather speaking to the ceiling as his back faced them. "I know you said you'd look after my brother but MERLIN I should have laid out some guidelines, that is not how you handle a headache."

Fred had put on a pair of trousers and a singlet and quickly made his way to stand infront of the two boys, arms out pleadingly, "I know you're both a little shocked right now and this is going to take some time to process but for the love of GODRICK!" He clenched his teeth and spoke in a low growl, "would you keep your voices down before the entire bloody common room hears yo-"

"WHAT'S GOING ON!?" Ron had burst through the door. "Oh God" Fred groaned throwing his head back walking away from the door.

"We heard shouting, is everything okay?" Hermione asked frantic, as Harry followed her in.

"Yes, Hermione everything's fine -" [Y/N] went to explain.

"NO!" Lee interrupted "NO! THEY'RE DOING IT!" He screamed pointing his finger accusingly at the two red-faced teens. Harrys eyes were wide with shock.

"It's not what you all think! Please just listen to me..." Fred begged as [Y/N] stood beside him. Looking to one another defeatedly.

Everyone, aside from George, turned to face them. Awaiting the explanation as to why these two had been...doing what they were.

"Uhmmm..." seeing the group stare before him suddenly ran Freds mind blank. "This isn't the first time this has happened. Actually it happens a lot." Not the best opener. The group grimaced, looking very uncomfortable at their friends confession. [Y/N] dropped her head into her hand. "What I mean is" he tried to recover, "this isn't a one time deal. We're not just fooling around, we're..." the words caught in his throat.

What were they? A couple? Was he wrong and they were just friends with benefits? What was this?

They looked at one another, Fred's eyes searching [Y/N]'s face for the answer. She smiled, grabbing his hand gently.

"We're together" she spoke. Eyes not leaving Fred.

"That's great and all. But this is still traumatising." Lee deadpanned as he gestured between the couple and Fred's bed.

George cleared his throat, "umm, yeah. I'm really happy for you two."

"That'd be more convincing, had you actually said it to us rather than the wall." [Y/N] laughed. Fred threw his arm over her shoulders, pulling her into his chest. Georges head turned slightly, eyeing the two in his peripheral before shutting his eyes tightly. Trying to muster the courage. "Yeah, sorry bout that just...it may be difficult to look at you the same for a while. I saw a lot more than I'd had like to." Everyone laughed at the comment. The light atmosphere helping him to relax a bit he turned to face them. Even if his eyes fixed to anything but them.

"Wait a minute." Harrys laughter had stopped completely. "Did you two plan this whole thing?"

"I guarantee we never planned on getting caught" Fred replied.

Rolling his eyes Harry continued "ditching practice I mean."

Lee and George both looked at each other before slowly turning to glare at the couple.

"Well. Yeah" [Y/N] answered.

A slow clap started to sound throughout the room as Lee and George mockingly applauded the two. "Well done. Truly you two that was quite the convincing performance." George smirked. "Honestly, [Y/N], that spit take really sold the whole thing. Couldn't have done better myself." Lee nodded as she playfully curtsied with her hand on the seam of Fred's jumper.

"WELL!" Lee clapped once loudly, rubbing his hands together. "This calls for a celebration. Shall we?" He bowed to the door, ushering everyone from the room.

"Ummm Lee. Mind if I put some pants on first?"

"If you-OH! right. Yeah. Meet you two down there!" He was the last to leave, closing the door with a quick wink.

Fred and [Y/N] looked shyly back to one another before breaking into fits of side splitting laughter. Fred wrapping his arms around her waist as they calmed down.

"So...we're together, huh?" He grinned resting their foreheads against one another.

"Only if that's what you want." [Y/N] placed her hands on his chest, eyes nervously searching his.

"That's all I've ever wanted" he moved a hand to the back of her neck, pulling her lips into his. Kissing her like he never had before.

Fred and George Weasley were simple men. They liked pranks, food and Quidditch. Though if you were to ask Fred, he would argue there were nothing more important than Quidditch. Well...maybe one thing.

#prompt list fics #prompt list #writing prompts #hp imagine #harry potter fanfiction #fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley smut #George weasley #fred weasley one shot #fred weasley imagine

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sukunasstomachtongue · 3 years

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"Why Not You?"

Kinda like this, kinda don't. I'm posting regardless.

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Black!fem!OC (can be platonic or romantic)

Warning: Cursing. Mentions of death. Acceptance of the void. Vague end of the world talk.

Finding a quiet place to rest was harder than Tiny thought it would be. Her juniors ran back and forth, calling out to each other and drunk off cheap booze. Envy filled her bones every time she saw someone holding hands or dragging someone along before she released that feeling. It’s not their fault. It wasn’t her fault. Life just worked like that.

Tiny stumbled into the corner by accident. Broken bottles and wet newspaper on cobblestone streets made it difficult for her boots to find traction. The corner looked as good as a resting spot as any other. The thickness of her green cloak kept her body heat from seeping into the cold bricks against her back. Tiny sighed. Tomorrow would soon arrive. And with it, her highly probable demise. There was a chance that humanity might survive. That she may survive. But she didn’t like getting her hopes up, it hurt too much to proved wrong and fucked over.

Hope is how she ended up in this bullshit.

Taking a swig from a flask she kept on her, the woman reveled in the burn traveling down her throat. Alcohol has never tasted better, in her opinion, than right now in a dingy corner, waiting for the world to cave in.

“Should have known you’d find somewhere to drink yourself to death.” The words only encouraged Tiny to take another gulp, droplets escaping by the corner of her lips and trailing down her chin. “Fucking disgusting.”

“Hello to you too, Levi. How nice of you to check on me.” Her words were like her blades, dull and easy to ignore. Levi stared her down with a blank face. “Were you lonely? Too old to hang with the youngins so you had to find the nearest person with arthritis?”

Levi only leaned against the wall next to her, snatching her flask with his honed muscles and dumping it on the wet cobblestone.

“Little bitch.” Tiny muttered. Her eyes already had a glassy look to them, making her look otherworldly to Levi with the way her pupils seemed to absorb the moonlight. Clumsy footsteps passed the pair in the open streets, the sound of youth and chaos bouncing off the stone buildings. “If I can’t drink now, when can I?”

“After we survive.”

“If we survive.” Soft lips corrected. “Tomorrow’s not promised. I should be able to drink myself to death before then.” Tiny reached up and yanked the ribbon holding her hair in a bun out, freeing her thick hair. “I deserve that much.”

“You’re an idiot.” More footsteps passed by. The silence of their corner felt out of place in a place like this, on a night like this. People were in the streets, shouting and jeering. Parents of young children had already shut their doors for the night and blew out the lanterns outside their homes. Levi imagined what it would be like to be surrounded by a family on a night like this.

“Well, I’m still thirsty. Let's go to the kitchen and make some tea.” He snapped out of his wondering by the movement of the woman next to him. A brown hand clasped onto his forearm tight, dragging him out into the busy street. His gaze stayed on the curly-haired woman in front of him, carving a path through chaos, unknowingly bringing up old memories of her on the battlefield, doing the same thing.

They arrived at the communal kitchen and found it ransacked. Cabinets and drawers were left wide open and empty, food packages littered counter space, and covered wooden floors. Levi scrunched his nose at the mess, already turning to the door to berate his juniors.

“Let it go,” Tiny ordered him, not caring one way or the other if he listened to her. Her boots kicked away debris as she glided to the one untouched spot in the kitchen. “No one touched your tea. Even on the last day of earth, no one was brave enough to touch your shit.”

“I’m honored.” Tiny hummed, calloused fingers busy picking out the leaves she wanted to steep. Levi shoved her out the way, her thighs collided with open cabinet doors. The curse she let out didn’t bother the short man. “Don’t touch my shit. Sit down or something.”

Levi had prepared a pot in silence, bringing the kettle over to the table where she decided to sit. The cups didn’t match but Tiny didn’t care. Without tasting the beverage she drizzled honey into her cup. Levi sneered. They drank in silence.

Cold eyes stared the woman down. Her body was covered head to toe in uniform, but he could see through the fabric and view the healed wounds he knew she had. Her lips and eyebrow were the only visible flesh marred with scars. Even then, they were faint, caused by razor-sharp blades that didn’t dig too deep into her skin.

“Stop staring,” Tiny grumbled as she placed her empty cup down. “Unless you’re going to confess your undying love to me right before we die tomorrow, stop staring. It's weird.”

“Fine.” His eyes didn’t move and she didn’t mention it. Pouring another cup of tea, Tiny held the rim of her cup up to her mouth.

“You think I’m being dramatic?” He shook his head, and shifted his gaze to the door, on the other side ruckus was being made and property becoming destroyed.

“It’s more than likely we’ll die tomorrow, you’re preparing for that outcome.” Tiny cocked her head to the side, a dreary smile on her face.

“Why are you here, Levi? Why are you sitting with me? Hange, Erwin, those brats. You could be with them or by yourself. Why me? We haven’t spoken in months.”

“Why not you?” Tiny went back to drinking her tea, done with her questions. He didn’t react to the hand she placed on top of his, nor the tears rimming her eyes. In the candlelight, the dark green of their cloaks complimented her skin tone.

Tiny sipped her tea and reflected on her life. Her highs and lows. The people she’s lost trying to survive in their cruel reality. She believed she was ready to die, ready to embrace the end. Living felt exhausting, every day she woke up, Tiny prayed to the gods for a reason to keep going, to keep fighting, to keep breathing. When she glanced at Levi, it felt like she had been given an answer.

“We should get some sleep. Old hags like us need all the rest we can get if we’re going to survive the apocalypse.” Levi agreed and rose out of his chair to clean the kettle and put away the dishes. He felt the eyes of Tiny stare him down as he moved. She made no hint to help. Just watched. When He put the last cup away, a hand was there to tug him along. Always tugging him, always leading him into the unknown.

They passed by occupied rooms, the sound of skin smacking together and false promises being made filling the silence. Tiny arrived at his door where she dug into his jacket pocket for the key. “We can sleep together. I know how cold you get. You’ve probably been shivering for the last few months without me.”

“Change your clothes. I don’t want city grime in my bed.” Tiny smirked and followed his request. Two bodies were wrapped in a blanket and smushed on the bed.

“Goodnight Levi, See you on the other side.” Her hand found his and her worry faded to the background. Not gone, just light enough to not weigh her down as she slept. She decided that she could die like this. In the bed with Levi, full of booze and tea.

“Night, Tiny” Their breathing slowed but the noise outside did not lessen. The two found peace in the night, accepting that whatever would happen, would happen regardless if they stayed up or laid down.

Then the world caved in.

#levi ackerman #black oc #aot fanfiction #levi x poc reader #levi x black reader #levi x black oc #aot levi #black writers #attack on titan #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #written by junk💋

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ambertea · 3 years

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fatherhood

Tentoo prepares himself for the birth of his child by trying to become the perfect dad.

It was strange, being a human.

It wasn't just that he had to watch his sugar intake now, or that his hair was receding at a worrying pace. It wasn't even the extraordinary amounts of drinking and eating he had to do, the peculiarity of human existence that forced him to constantly shovel things in his mouth.

(Read on AO3)

It was a culture shock, more than anything else. He had lived among humans for years, shared hundreds of years of his life living with their habits. But it was different, somehow. It was as though he was living abroad, rather than simply taking a holiday, and he often found himself struggling to untangle their bizarre social norms.

“Are you listening to me?”

He looked up, his eyes darting around the room. He had been engrossed in the newspaper, ticking off inaccuracies or improbabilities, and drawing tiny TARDISes in each white square of the crossword puzzle.

“Yes.”

Rose looked doubtful. “Really?”

“Oh, yeah. Of course.”

“So, what do you think?”

He hurriedly scanned the room, looking for something to have an opinion on. The walls were the same colour. The curtains, too. Even the windows looked just the same as yesterday.

“Good.” He nodded forcefully. “Good. Very good.”

“Great.” She grinned, and he relaxed.

She threw herself on the sofa next to him and stroked his shoulder.

“So, when should we start trying?”

He kissed her forehead, trying to gain some precious thinking seconds.

“Uh. Tomorrow?”

She held her head in his lap, gazing up at him with some strange human emotion.

“I can’t believe we’re going to be parents.”

Oh.

He wanted to have a child. He really did. He loved kids, enjoyed their brutal honesty and vivid imaginations. He had had children before, of course he had, and although he didn't spend an awful lot of time thinking about it, he still thought of himself as a Dad.

The responsibility of being the father of Rose’s child, though, was something else.

Everything about her was perfect. She had a beautiful face and an equally magnificent soul. Hell, she had literally been a Goddess at one point. What if his silly genes were more dominant than hers, and rather than the wonderful baby that she deserved, she ended up with a child just like him?

The only solution, really, was to just become the perfect dad. So far, Netflix had told him it included a lot of DIY, and sometimes crossing his arms. He could do that. His last body had been a wonderful mechanic, and he was sure he’d folded his arms at some point in 900 years.

The drill looked a bit scary. He would have felt better using his sonic screwdriver, but it wouldn’t have looked nearly as cool. Rose was watching him, looking concerned.

“Do you have to hold it in your mouth?”

He tried to talk, and spat the drill out, exasperated.

“Yes! I need to be holding your hand too. The baby needs to feel how good of a dad I am.”

She squeezed his arm and leant into his body.

“I’m sure they’ll know either way.”

He doubted it. Probably, they would be watching perfect Simon next door, with his massive toolbox and fancy shed, wishing that their dad could be equally handy.

“What are you drilling, then?” She asked, and he looked around the garden in panic.

He hadn't thought about that bit yet. He'd been flabbergasted by the sheer amount of attachments, and then annoyed over the stupid power chord that needed at least 3 extension leads to go anywhere useful. He'd had a vague image of himself drilling a bit of wood, and Rose clapping at his brilliance. But there wasn't any wood out here, the garden empty but for a few gnomes.

One looked up at him judgmentally, and he made a mental note to kick it when Rose wasn’t around.

“Uh – I thought I would practise, for now.”

“What, like just…turn it on?”

“Yep,” he said frantically. “A test run. See how, um, spinny it is.”

Rose dropped his hand, and he turned to her, offended. She was clutching her stomach, her eyes lit with – was that fear? Happiness?

“Rose? Are you okay?”

She nodded slowly, a small, gentle smile growing. Retaking his hand, she pressed it against her stomach, and he felt his single heart jump when he felt it.

“They’re kicking,” he whispered, dropping to his knees and pressing his ear against her stomach. The baby kicked him straight in the head, and he stared in wonder.

“It’s nice to meet you too.”

Okay, so maybe the drilling thing had failed. It was no wonder, really, he was a highly intelligent part-time lord, who couldn’t be wasting his time standing around all day just pointing hand tools at walls. His baby was unlikely to be properly impressed with that, anyway, being of superior intellect themselves.

Perhaps he needed to talk to an expert. An actual parent, one that had managed to raise an impressive child.

He thought about Jackie for a second and instantly squashed the thought.

Pete wasn’t laughing at him, exactly, but he certainly had a strange little glint in his eye that the Doctor didn’t appreciate.

“You want me to teach you how to…parent?”

The Doctor groaned. This had been a stupid idea. He turned to go, but Pete quickly grabbed his shoulder.

“Sorry. I was a mess when Jacks was pregnant, so I guess this is no different.”

“It is different!” The Doctor said, offended. “It’s Rose.”

“So just be there for her. Help her with things. I’m sure the baby would…respect that.”

The Doctor stared, wide-eyed. Pete was right. The baby was going to love Rose, just like everyone else who met her, and if he could be seen helping her…

“Thanks, Pete, bye.” He yelled, legging it out of the room.

“What are you doing?”

He frowned, offended, and the wooden spoon rolled off his tongue and onto the floor. Rose eyed it, eyebrow raised.

“How are you doing today, my darling?”

“When did you start calling me that?”

“I can call you something else!” He offered desperately. “Sweetie? Sugar? Love? Babe?”

“Do not call me babe.”

“Honeybunny?”

She was looking at him as if she was slightly concerned for his health.

“I’m making dinner.” He said quickly, gesturing to the wok. She walked over, suddenly interested, and peered down with a look that he couldn't decipher.

“Malteasers?” She asked faintly. He nodded.

“And bananas. And tea, too, for the sauce. All your favourites!”

She kept her face down, shoulders shaking. Probably, he thought, stunned in the face of his great generosity.

“Thank you, Doctor.” She finally choked out between gasps, patting him fondly on the shoulder. He puffed out his chest and went to go sort out the crockery.

“I think we should start buying things.” Rose said one day. Her legs were draped over his lap, his hands massaging her feet.

He looked at her in shock. He hadn’t even thought about all the things the baby would need, being more focused on Rose and her ever-changing moods. They were going to need so much stuff, and it was all going to have to be perfect, as well, lest the baby grew unhappy with its drab surroundings.

He knocked her feet off his lap and set off into a run.

“Why,” Rose asked, her hands on her hips, her stomach peeking out under her bottom, “do we need five cribs?”

“The baby needs options!” He insisted, gesturing at the cradles circling the room. They were all in different shades of white, with tiny little mobiles hovering over them. He had made the mobiles himself, fashioning tiny little Earth, Gallifrey and TARDIS charms to hang over the crib.

He frowned, wondering if he’d done something wrong. Maybe he should have gotten some different colours—he knew humans' fixation on pinks and blues for their offspring. Perhaps he should have picked up a few more.

“You don't think the baby will like them?” He asked, feeling a bit crushed.

Rose smiled, and hugged him, her round bump pushing into his belly.

“They’ll love them.”

Rose was in labour, and he was having a heart attack.

He didn’t like only having one heart on a good day. As a Time Lord, he’d loved Rose, but he’d also loved space, and the TARDIS, and pretty much any fascinating person he met. Now having only one, it felt like his whole body was focused on just her – everything else seemed so less important, less crucial for his day-to-day survival.

What if one heart wasn't enough? What if he couldn’t love their baby properly? What if the child grew to be unloved and unloving, unable to feel the wonderfully wide spectrum of human emotion, all because he had one, stupid heart and it was already used up.

He couldn’t breathe.

“Doctor,” Rose moaned, and he hurried over to clutch at her hand.

Rose was holding her baby.

No—his baby. No, theirs.

She looked up at him, her face pink and drenched in sweat, a soft, beautiful smile stretched across her face.

“Do you want to hold her?” She whispered, rocking the pile of blankets gently, and he nodded, dumbstruck.

Carefully, the baby--his baby!-- was settled into his arms, and he gazed at her, tears trickling down his face.

“Hello,” he whispered.

She opened her eyes and blinked up at him. Her tiny, pudgy little arm stretched out to him, reaching out towards his face, and his singular heart stretched and grew.

"She's perfect." He told Rose, who nodded, looking at him with yet another expression he couldn't untangle.

He looked back down at his daughter and ran his finger over her cheek, marvelling over how soft, how precious she was.

"I'm going to look after you," he choked out. "I'm going to be the best dad on Earth. You'll see."

The baby looked up at him, eyes filled with trust, and he thought that maybe, if he tried really, really, hard, he might just be able to do it.

#my family are in town and i have 0 time so please forgive any editing errors!#tentoo is a baby who must be protected at all costs #fics

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junnibook · 3 years

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“little helper” Dabi x reader.

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A/N: i don’t think it should be said but i’ll mention it anyways, dabi isn’t a good guy and isn’t going to be soft to the reader. read the nsfw alphabet to know how he is other than that you should know.

warnings: throat fucking, dubcon, size kink, choking , NSFW, marking, quirk play, collaring, dom/sub, degrading.

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You never knew why he always came to you. well you kinda did, you met him at a bar, it was a rather empty bar now that you think about it. he liked the fact that you were smaller than him. one thing led to another and he had you the same night.

he never made it to much of a habit to come to you. you once tried to get him to stop coming to you, telling him that you were seeing some one lying right threw your teeth.

of course he knew you was lying and left a hand print for you “someone” to see.

you’d be the biggest liar if you said it didn’t feel good at all. it’s absolutely AMAZING, but you would always be so tired the day after, maybe even two.

he’s draining you and you knew it. hell, he knew it too and he didn’t care one bit. he loved leaving you ruined a mess, knowing he left you like that in matter of an hour or two made him feel cocky.

but it’s been a while since you seen him- since he’s seen you. you knew he was a villain and it didn’t change how you seen him. but you couldn’t help but think that maybe he’s been caught by a hero..

you jolted to the sudden buzzing of your phone, hesitantly picking it up, you knew it wasn’t your friends, not at this hour. the light from the screen made you squint, temporary blinding you for a second. your heart dropped at the name that popped on the screen.

dabi.. saved in your phone as such as well.

you opened his text fast, to fast for even you. “i’m staying at your place”

you stood up panicking, why would he need to stay here of all places?, you didn’t have any extra rooms just the one and you should know that he won’t take the floor. what’s it like cuddling with a highly dangerous villain anyways?.

knowing him he might just kick you out your own bed.. “ put your collar on” you stared at that message. not hating it, actually you were confused on the action, what did you have to do tomorrow..?

right you had to meet with your FRIEND, a guy you’ve been crushing on for a while.

you can’t miss this chance to be with him, all you needed to do is tell dabi that you can’t see him anymore, that easy right? look into his strongly attractive blue eyes and tell him that you can’t take the dick that drives you absolutely crazy every time you have it.

you closed your thighs together just thinking about it stretching you fully. you walked over to your dresser pulling out a simple black collar with a chain for a leash.

you slipped it on moving to the front door of your small apartment, unlocking the door. dabi hated knocking he would say ‘ boyfriends knock’ he never wanted to.

you bit you lip sitting on your couch, playing out how this would go, all you needed to do is tell him about your friend he’ll understand right?.

your heart sinking when the door opened, bored blue eyes came along with it, he couldn’t stop the smirk that played on his lips. “ looks who’s being obedient “ he walked in closing and locking the door behind him.

“dabi” your voice shook when you stood up, having to stand further away so you could see his face. since you only came up to his chest right where the point of his scar was.

he walked up to you taking hold of the end of the leash, you nervously looked away. “ i um have plans with someone” you pushed out, it fell to deaf ears because he wasn’t listening, he was too busy watching your body.

plans?

if you had plans that you wanted to actually go to, you would’ve kept your door locked and wouldn’t walk here in just a shirt and collar. but you didn’t deep down you want dabi and you want to forget about your friend.

“ seen the news? those damn hero’s burned our little hideout to the ground for some kid, pretty damn stressful. lucky for me i have a little helper to help release this stress, guess who that is “ he pulled on the leash bringing you down to where his waist is.

blush covered you face as you looked up threw your eyelashes at dabi who blankly looked down at you. “ me, i’m the little helper” he grinned “ than you should know what to do” he walked over to the couch sitting down on the soft furniture.

his legs spread wide so you could get between them. your fingers quickly went to his belt, “ so eager huh, don’t tell me you miss my dick that much” you’d be lying if you said no, who wouldn’t miss such a big and thick piece of body.

he was already hard, he was hard on the way to you, thinking about all the things he’s going to do to ruin your body. you unzipped his zipper jumping back seeing his dick spring out, almost punching you in the face.

you took no time, running your wet tongue along his tip, getting a harsh low “fuck” from him and a taste of salty pre-cum filled your taste . you licked along the side over every thick vein he had getting him wet.

your hand stroked from base to you, meeting up with your tongue that played with his tip before placing him fully in your mouth, you felt him buck slightly into you. taking him in was no problem he taught you that, by forcing you to breath threw your nose.

now keeping him there is was the problem, maybe he wouldn’t notice if you didn’t deep throat him this time. he was too quick to notice. “ don’t tell me you forgot that fast” he gripped the back of your head shoving you fulling on him, listening to you choke/gag on him is like music to his ears.

your drool covered him quickly as he brought you head back up than shoving it back to the base, your nose touching his short hairs, he repeated that, stretching your small neck, making it hard for you to even breath out your nose.

the room filled with the sound of wet gagging and his string of swears. he only picked up the speed giving no mercy for your neck, you didn’t mind , you don’t know why getting your throat stretched turn you on so much but it did. you moaned into his dick sending vibration threw him, making him buck into you harshly.

“ fucking slut, you like swallowing my dick don’t you “ he grunted out before shoving your head all the way down, with one last grunt he left his first batch in your mouth, he pulled out, some cum dripping down his dick and your chin.

“swallow it” his words short and demanding, you swallowed hard twice. licking your chin looking up at him while doing it. he took the leash pulling you closer to his dick “ go ahead and lick it clean” you licked the sides for any left on him.

he picked you off your knees in front of him, hope you didn’t like the clothes your wearing because he ripped/burned them off you you. “ now look at that, a clean canvas for me to paint on” all his old marks had faded “ you can’t i.. i have to meet someone tomorrow “ it hurt to talk but you had to let him know.

“ going to go fuck someone huh, well you can fuck them with my marks on you, let them know that your a little slut who craves the dick of a villain.” he put you in front of him, switching positions. so that you showed your arch to him. “ that’s not true “ you didn’t even know what you accused him of lying about.

“ look how wet you are for me, your dripping, admit how much you want my dick right now, you want it just as much as i want to fuck you don’t you “ he rubbed his hands up your cunny opening up to your ass. his hand left your body than came back to it with a harsh smack and heat hot enough to make a red handprint for days. you moaned loudly to receiving it.

“fucking masochist, getting off to the feeling of being lightly burned” he did your other cheek add more heat. you hummed in delight. your hole wanting nothing more than too be filled with him.

you hated waiting on him, even more so when you knew he was behind watching you get sexually frustrated. which you was, he wasn’t going to move until you said what he wanted to hear. “dabi~” it came out more like a whine than anything. you moved back moaning at the feeling of his tip, touching your opening.

just when you think your going to get the pleasure you crave, you end up with another smack to the ass, a pleasure but not one you craved. “ don’t fucking do it your self unless i tell you too” he gave a threatening tone.

something he wanted to hear, a simple please wouldn’t even get you a finger.

“dabi can i have it now, please i can’t wait any longer, i want to be filled already please” you gasped feeling his hot hands grip your hips, pulling you back to him taking in his great length. moaning out to finally getting filled.

he didn’t wait for you to adjust to him, he just rolled his hips deeply into you, his hips smacking your slightly bruised ass. he took the collar pulling it back making your arch better for his view, your back dimples showing.

he ran his scarred hand down your arch loving how good it looks. his other hand still had a tight grip on you so you can’t go anywhere, so you can’t run from his thrust. you moved your self back on his dick. the feeling of him stretching you only made you crave him more.

your moans slipped out without wanting them to, one after another, your juices covered him and dripped onto the floor. the wet slaps of him slapping his waist on your ass watching the cheeks moves.

“ still planning on showing up to that friend “ he smacked your ass, you knew the answer but didn’t want to leave your friend just out there. “mhmm mhmm i am i have too” you moaned out loudly, him pulling the collar made you speak louder.

“well let me give them something to fucking look at then” he moved you back so you pressed on his chest, his hand gripped you neck as he pushed into you deeply making you, move up on his dick. with every thrust he made, harsh slapping.

you felt your walls flutter around his dick, just when his hand got loose and you were going to fall back on the couch and release your built up joy , he pulled you taking a harsh grip on you, you almost messed up and knew it.

“you wasn’t thinking of cuming now were, little sluts don’t get to cum without permission” he pulled out of you leaving you feeling empty, you rubbed your self on him eager to put him back inside.

he sat on the couch, having you above him, he brought you close, sucking on your tits biting down lightly on your nipple, sucking on the flesh and leaving hickeys on you, having you moan out in pain in pleasure as he marked you up.

He watched as you desperately tied to put his dick into your wanting cunny. His big hands placed over your thighs griping them tightly with heat as he shoved you down on him.

He let out a hiss of pure pleasure as you called his name out in bliss. You sat there waiting for him to thrust into you, “ you want it so bad, show me how much you craved for me while I was gone” dabi looked down at you , his blue eyes staring into yours both holding equal amounts of lust.

You slowly started grinding yourself on him , humming as his lap became wet with your juices, your grinding turned into bouncing. You felt him dig his nails into your sides as he sucked your nipples, you could feel him groaning.

his hand bucked up to meet your thrust, fast and harsh, you wrapped you arms around him leaning on him, moving your hips fast trying to keep up, with him. your legs shook around him, he felt you tighten around him making him throw his head back, cursing deeply.

he was hitting every spot, he filled you completely, you seeing his print from inside you. “you better not fucking cum “ he slapped your ass repeating his words moving fast. you tried to hold back but he was bringing you dangerously close to the edge.

you almost came, almost releasing but he removed himself. getting frustrated groaning “ stop edging me, i don’t wanna wait “ you snapped half way moaning out, which made him smirk, he stood up hold you with ease , pushing you on a near by wall. he pushed back in you deeply making you cry out, nearly cuming right there.

he thrust into you, groaning into your ear. “ it’s like your sucking me in, fuck~ i missed this tight fucking pussy” he confessed feeling you tightened around him once again, you really really wanted to cum you whole body wanted it. “ you wanna cum so bad don’t you, you’ll have to give up on your little friend” dabi moved in harder deeper. you cried out. “yes okay okay i’ll forget about them just please~!” he grinned knowing you won’t go back after saying that.

“ cum, on me -” you didn’t waste a single second to release gripping him and moaning into his body. your dripped on the floor, he brought you up off him, putting you on your knees, your small hand jerked him fast from base to tip, shortly being covered in his juices.

all over your eye and some in your hair, he was breathing deeply, taking a second to ride his high out. he looked down at you. covered in his cum. “ a pretty picture “ he smirked “ now lets start the second round”...

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