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rafeandonlyrafe · 3 months

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pussy privileges

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warnings: 18+ only!, smut, female receiving oral, p in v sex, multiple orgasms, partying, drinking, mentions of a drunk driving crash, rafe is kind of mean but in the grand scheme of rafe not really, established relationship

“i thought we were gonna go on a date.” you cross your arms as rafe finishes buttoning up his shirt.

“we are going out.” rafe tries to justify, but you shake your head. “you’re taking me to a house party, rafe. thats not a freaking date.”

“ill take you out tomorrow. dinner and a movie?” rafe offers to pacify the angry look on your face.

“fine.” you shrug, knowing there is no convincing rafe to not go the party if hes set his mind on it. you point at rafe, making sure he’s paying attention to you. “but im not happy about it.”

you don’t talk to rafe the entire ride there. you would have told him you were staying home, but you already got dressed up and don’t want to waste a full face of makeup and outfit.

“be right back, baby.” rafe says, making you throw your hands up as he walks away to talk to topper, having just entered the party a few minutes ago and your boyfriend is already abandoning you.

“god, rafe is being a dick today.” you groan, stomping up to your friend, who simply shakes her head and hands you a drink. you know that rafe isn’t really being a dick, not in comparison to how he treats other people, but you can’t resist the urge to complain.

“promising to take me out on a nice date night only to take me to a party and fuck off with topper.” you roll your eyes, downing your drink quickly before refilling the cup.

rafe finds you half an hour later, dancing with your friends. the music is so good you don’t stop him when his hands land on your hips, joining you in dancing.

you grind against him until your feet start to hurt, the song shifting to one you haven’t heard before. “rafey.” you whine, leaning back into him. “wanna go home.” “come on, you can wait. keep dancing.” rafe pushes his hips into your bum, making you roll your eyes. “no! im tired.”

rafe taps your hips, trying to encourage you to move, but you keep yourself standing still, much to his displeasure. “baby.” rafe turns you around so you’re facing him. he cups your cheeks as he speaks, “a bit longer. i like you dancing up on me.”

“fine.” you sigh. “gotta get me another drink though.” “thats my girl.” rafe smirks, grabbing a white claw off a nearby table before quickly coming back, pushing it into your hand before twisting your hips around, almost causing you to stumble as he presses his chest into your back, dancing into you again.

“rafey.” you whine when you realize he didn’t even open the can for you like he always does, but hes far too into dancing into you to hear your complaints over the loud music.

you manage to open the can without breaking a nail, grinding back slightly into rafe until you’ve finished the can, the alcohol moving through your system enough to ignore how much your heels are beginning to hurt, dancing back into rafe.

“god, you’re hot.” he groans into your ear, pressing a kiss under your ear before moving to your neck, burying his head in your soft skin, inhaling your scent.

“rafe!” you shout when his mouth presses against your skin and he sucks an incredibly visible hickey into your neck. you pull away quickly, but know it’s already going to bruise as you turn with a frown, your hands on your hips.

“sorry.” rafe says, but the smile on his face shows that he’s not actually sorry.

“whatever.” you sigh, rubbing at the spot. “just take me home.”

“fine.” rafe sighs, reaching for your hand, knowing it’s getting too late anyways. he tugs you through the crowd until you get outside.

“did you drink or take anything?” you ask, raising your eyebrows at rafe when he walks towards his truck. it’s only a short drive home, but you don’t want anything to happen.

“barely.” rafe says, unlocking his truck and opening the passenger side door for you.

“lets just walk home then.” you shake your head. “it’s so close.” rafe knows how much you hate drunk drivers ever since one hit your sisters car, thankfully she was fine besides a few bruises.

rafe sighs, head tilting back to look at the sky. “why didn’t i just lie?”

“ugh!” you stomp your foot. “rafe, that is so wrong!”

“baby, i really had just like two sips when we first-” rafe tries to explain, he’s truly not even buzzed, but you are already walking away, heading down the sidewalk towards tanneyhill. you don’t make it very far, rafe trailing behind you, until you have to kick off your heels.

rafe would usually pick you up, carry you home, but he knows your mad so decides to stay back, letting you walk barefoot home.

“baby-” rafe finally speaks when you get to the front door, but you just walk in, leaving it open for rafe to follow.

“y/n…” rafe tries again when you both get inside his room, but you ignore his call of your name and begin to take off your jewelry, before moving to your dress, quickly putting on pajamas once you’re naked.

rafe takes it as a sign, undressing himself for bed, relieved when you climb under the covers next to him.

“come here.” rafe holds his arms open. you hesitate for a second before moving in, allowing him to cuddle into you and press kisses all over your face.

“i’m so sorry, princess.” he says softly, connecting your lips in a kiss.

“you can make it up to me tomorrow on our very nice and well planned date.” you give a look to rafe, who quickly nods.

he leans in to kiss you again, and you accept it, allowing his hand to wrap around your waist and pull you in closer, bodies slotting together underneath the covers.

“i love you baby.” rafe says, his hand moving to underneath your flimsy pajama shirt.

“love you too.” you say, reaching to pull his hand back out, placing it on top of the fabric.

rafe frowns slightly before kissing you again, this time trying to move your leg so he can slot himself in between. you allow it, until he starts to grind into you. the second you feel him begin to swell in his pants, you pull away, pressing your thighs together.

“baby.” rafe whines. “i want you, come on.”

“and i want you to not be a dick.” you shake your head. you may have accepted rafes apology for his behavior, but aren’t willing to so quickly allow him to have sex with you.

“i said sorry!” “you can fuck me after you make it up to me tomorrow on the date. and it better be good, or i’ll get myself off and leave you alone.” you threaten, smirking when rafes eyes widen.

“okay, okay.” he nods. “tomorrow.”

rafe does everything right. flowers, a dinner reservation to a fancy restaurant, a new dress and necklace, as well as doting on you throughout the entire date.

“did i make it up to you?” rafe asks.

“hmm…” you tap your finger against your chin, rafe barely able to wait as you stand before him, new dress wrapping around your body like a present just waiting to be pulled away by rafe to reveal what he really wants to see.

“i don’t know. maybe the date was a little too good.” you let out a fake yawn. “a bit tired. might just have to go right to sleep.”

“baby-” rafe whines. he hasn’t gone this long without having you since you first started dating.

“but i guess you could eat me out and we can see if you deserve to fuck me.”

rafe smiles, knowing as soon as he gets between your legs, that you’ll be begging for his cock in no time. he undresses you completely before he even begins to work on his buttons, giving you a show as you lay naked on the bed, head propped up against the pillows as he strips away the layers of clothing until he’s nude, cock already straining.

rafe crawls between your legs, sighing with relief when you spread them, letting him view your pussy as he immediately buries his face between your legs, eating out your pussy like you’ve intentionally starved him of it, not just denied him sex one night.

“god, i fucking love how you taste baby.” rafe mumbles, his words vibrating against your cunt. “‘m so sorry i was a dick. won’t happen again. love you too much.”

you can’t help but smile when you reach down to fist your hands into rafes hair. his tongue gets you to orgasm three times until you’re whining for his cock too much, tugging at his hair.

rafe gives your sensitive clit a final kiss before crawling up the bed, connecting your mouths in a kiss, knowing how much you love to taste yourself on his lips.

“fuck me, come on.” you tell rafe. “need it so bad.”

rafe pushes his cock against your entrance, making you moan as he slowly brings his hips forward, sinking inside of you with ease.

“god, that was as much of a punishment for me as it was for you.” you laugh slightly when rafe is fully inside of you, still for a moment for you to adjust.

“certainly taught me a lesson.” rafe admits. he didn’t realize how hard it would be to go without fucking you. just one night felt like a century, his dick literally hurting when he woke up in the morning with a hard on, one that you would usually crawl beneath the covers to take care of.

“no pussy privledges when you’re mean.” you nod, confirming the rule, even though you hopefully never have to enforce it again.

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pinkroseblooms · 3 months

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Boy Toy, Pt.2

Sugar Baby!TojixSugar Mama!f!Reader

Summary: Something's changed in your dynamic lately; Toji makes it clear the night you unknowingly push him towards desperate measures to ensure you keep your promise. AU without sorcerers and curses, etc, forgot if I mentioned that in the previous part. wc: 4.3k a/n: warnings and tags include smut, rough sex, creampie, breeding kink, dubcon, threats of forced impregnation/kidnapping, yandere!Toji, possessive behavior, toxic ass behavior, emotional manipulation, jealousy, sub/dom elements, sort of pet play(ngl I'm not sure?) reader is pretty twisted as well, lots inappropriate stuff, I'll add more later if I need to. Enjoy!

Nothing really changes the next few weeks; in the aftermath of your attempt to cut ties with Toji, you’ve found it fairly easy to return to the previous “arrangement” between the two of you. The only difference is that Toji is more...affectionate?

Granted, he’s never been shy: when the line between client and employer had been crossed, Toji became quickly accustomed to invading your personal space pretty much any time the mood struck him. Whether it was sweeping you up in his arms to pin you against whatever nearby surface was stable enough to rail you against or just giving your bottom a playful pinch, Toji would strike without warning or care for your busy schedule. For the most part, you had no complaints, as long as Toji was mindful to not leave marks that couldn’t be easily covered. As for non sexual contact, it was almost always you who initiated hugs, chaste kisses, hand holding, etc. Toji allowed it, welcomed it eventually, but it was rare for him to be the one to initiate unless the physical touches were leading to sex.

“You smell so good.”

“You need to shave.” You chuckle softly as Toji nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, his stubble leaving a slightly red mark as it itches the skin. “I should smell nice; because of someone I had to wash up again.”

After you finally managed to pry Toji off you, you had hopped into the shower while he stayed lounging in the bed, feeling too lazy to do more than wipe himself off with the shirt he had practically ripped in two to take off earlier. You were sitting in front of your vanity, having planned out your outfit ahead of time and now you were trying to decide what to accessorize with while Toji offered such helpful suggestions as, “don’t wear panties” and “are you sure you don’t want to go again?”

“Whatcha getting all dolled up for?” Toji asks absently, pressing slow, sensual kisses down your shoulder. “Come back to bed. Let’s stay in tonight.”

“You say that like that isn’t what we do most nights.”

“You hate going out more than I do.”

“As true as that is,” You conceded lightly. “I still have obligations: the current CEO of Kamo invited me to dinner to discuss some proposals about shipping their products through us. You can eat without me, I’m planning on taking advantage of the free meal.”

“That’s my girl.”

One of your family’s company’s most influential associates cornered you after that morning’s meeting for a separate one on one dinner to go over the plans. You can grin and bear it to keep things genial, tedious as it all is. Choso Kamo is a little less rigid when he’s not around a group of people and you suppose he feels more relaxed speaking to someone he’s more familiar with.

“But ya know, I could just kill him for you.”

“Did you run out of your allowance already?” Your eyes drift from your face in the mirror to where Toji has returned to sit on the edge of the bed. “I told you, if you want more for betting, you’re on your own.”

“You can afford it.” Toji replies with a shrug, not making any move to slip his boxers back on. “I didn’t actually: what makes you assume I blew through the cash already?”

“Because, it sounds like you’re fishing for a job. Anyway, I don’t need you to kill anyone.” You dab a dot of cream over the faint dark circles under your eyes. “Not at the moment.”

“I heard this guy is into some shady side deals. Is he dangerous?”

“Allegedly. Anybody who does get their hands on incriminating evidence always seems to go radio silent.” You apply a touch of red to your lips. “He could be a problem if I offend him during our meeting, but he’s smart enough to know his place; as long as I don’t directly challenge what authority he believes he has over me, our negotiation will be smooth sailing. He’s not the type to try anything.”

“No worries, he’s not gonna try shit with me there.”

You raise an eyebrow at Toji’s smirking face. “Absolutely not.”

“I’m your bodyguard: shouldn’t I go along and, ya know, guard your body?” Toji’s eyes travel down your shoulders and back to your ass; you’re perched on the cushioned stool in front of your vanity. He loves watching you get ready, at least, he usually does. “I wouldn’t wear that clingy dress to a business dinner.”

“Which dress would you wear?”

“Cute.” Toji snorts. “When are we leaving?”

“I’m leaving in an hour and a half. Do I really need to explain why your presence would be detrimental to this occasion?” You absentmindedly fix your hair, mentally debating on wearing it up or down. Luckily the marks Toji had so savagely left had mostly faded; nothing that a little makeup and a strategically placed necklace wouldn’t cover. “We plan to discuss business, and that’s all.”

“I’d be going as your chaperone; he’ll probably have a couple men of his own posted outside the restaurant.”

“We’re meeting at his place.”

“His place.” Toji repeats flatly, easy going smirk falls. His eyes are boring holes into your head and you don’t need to glance in the mirror to know.

“It’s not the first time he’s had me over for a meal; he’s never made any inappropriate advances or threatened me.”

You sound bored as you explain all this to Toji, but it isn’t doing anything to pacify him. Why are you adamant about not having him come with you? He doesn’t need to be at the dinner table, he could stay outside the dining hall or sit in the car. It wouldn’t be the first time, even if it’s been a long while since you’ve had Toji play the role of hired muscle.

“How long have you known him?”

You pause to think. “Technically since we’ve been children, but we’ve never been particularly close. Our families' companies have always worked in tandem together and now we end up working together every now and then. He’s my age, give or take a year.”

“Good looking?”

“Yes, I’d say so.” You turn around slightly. “Don’t tell me you’re planning to leave me for my colleague?”

Toji doesn’t find much humor in your attempt to get him to crack a smile.

“What if he does make a move? If you turn him down, isn’t that bad for business?”

“I highly doubt it; that’s really not Choso’s style.”

“Sure sounds like you know him well.”

“My point is, there’s nothing to get worked up about. I’m going to a business dinner, not a battlefield.”

Toji is vaguely familiar with who Choso Kamo is and his family’s reputation, but their questionable business dealings isn’t what’s making his hackles raise.

When he escorts you to social events, Toji can see what he suspects you don’t pay attention to: men and women alike seem to hold their breath when you speak to them directly. Their eyes linger, they don’t seem to even be cognizant of their own behavior. Men in particular will cast scornful looks Toji’s way, the bravest make snide comments under their breath only to wither under his own cold gaze.

It’s entirely possible that part of your allure is due to being so scarce in public: you only grace a function with your presence if it’s absolutely necessary or if it would be considered an affront to refuse the invitation. You’re not exactly a people person and you’re not actually as good at reading people as Toji: you prefer everything cut and dry; you’ve managed to get along by charisma more than anything else. Toji has noted that you’re a person people want to be liked by. They want your approval. Choso Kamo isn’t an exception. Toji recalls on two separate occasions the imposing man peeled himself away from his solitary position at his table to greet you and you alone. He’s the only one who holds Toji’s stare and returns it with a look of utter contempt.

Blind as you might be to it, Toji’s perceptive eyes can see how the man practically bounds over to you, eager gaze trained on your polite, but kind smile, the way his paw-like hand grips yours ever so carefully when you ask Choso about his brothers and make small talk. Choso wants your approval and Toji would bet a cool one million it’s not all he wants from you.

“Hey big guy, why don’t you order in something special for yourself for dinner?” You sit down on the edge of the bed next to him, lean your head against his shoulder and run one of your hands up and down his forearm. “What I want you to do is stay here, all warm and cozy in bed, while I handle all this boring work stuff. There’s absolutely no reason you need to concern yourself with Choso Kamo or anybody I might need to have these silly, boring dinner meetings with. Do you understand?”

“How often do you expect to be called out this late for ‘business dinners’?” Toji whips his head around, a deep frown marred his handsome features. “Don’t condescend to me; I’m not a fucking idiot.” he pulls his arm away from your comforting touch. “Shit, why don’t you just go marry the guy? He’s obviously the better fit: rich, got his own business, bet your family will fucking love him.”

“Oh for goodness sakes, I am not listening to this-”

“Sit down.” Toji easily pushes you by your shoulders so you plop right back down onto the mattress. “Don’t walk away from me. I already told you, if you think you can go behind my back and mess around with other men, you’re dead wrong. You get that lumbering jackass on the phone and cancel tonight because I’m telling you you’re not going.”

You stare up at him strangely. “You’re serious.”

“As a heart attack.”

“No, I mean,” A half smile of bewilderment comes to your lips. “I thought you were teasing, but…are you actually jealous?”

“No.”

You give Toji an unimpressed look. “Then why are you throwing a tantrum?”

“I’m not throwing a tantrum!” Toji barks, red faced and fists clenched; he’s itching to hit the pillows or the wall. He can’t remember the last time he had gotten this angry. “I’m just pissed.”

“Maybe, but I think you’re also worried.” You reply coolly. “I never even considered Choso before…but you know, he is my type. And he’s very agreeable when he’s not moody, reliable…I’m sure he would be a lot easier to train than another rabid dog I know.”

“I know what game you’re trying to play, little girl.” Toji leans down at the waist, arms on either side of you on the bed, as if to emphasize how much bigger and stronger he is. “You’re really pushing your luck.”

“Says the man with the gambling addiction.” You glance down between Toji’s legs. “Is that your way of trying to distract me?”

Toji follows your eyes; he hadn’t even noticed. He’s hard as a rock.

“I wonder what did it for you: was it pushing me down? Barking orders at me?” You reach up to poke Toji’s scrunched up nose. “Or did that talk about training do something to you?”

Toji doesn’t have to look down; he felt his cock twitch. You kiss his nose and put your hands on either side of his face.

“I really don’t intend on adopting another puppy anytime soon. Please Toji, be reasonable; I’ll only be gone for a few hours, you’ll barely miss me.”

Toji doesn’t say anything, but continues to scowl. He can hardly bring himself to think about it, but you’re wrong; he misses you every time you have to leave the house. Sure, Toji can spend his time however he likes with the allowance you give him and a house stocked with food and entertainment, but it doesn’t take long for him to get bored and sluggish. When you have to leave the house and don’t need him to escort you, Toji finds the things he used to get so much enjoyment out of have lost some of their charm. More and more lately Toji finds himself curling up either in your bed where he’s surrounded by your scent or napping on the nearest couch to the door. He hates how the click of the front door lock sends a wave of relief crashing over him, how a little voice echoes in his head “she’s home, finally” but Toji can ignore it while he’s busy stealing your breath away with kisses and clawing at your business casual clothes.

Besides, what if while he’s away at the track or the tables, you come back early? You might see he’s not there and decide to go back out or take on some other task thinking Toji’s content being left to his own devices. Maybe on one of those days you’ll stop at a cafe or a bar and you meet someone?

“You’re the smartest dumb person I ever met.” Toji chuckles softly in spite of how irritated he still feels. “Everywhere I go with you, there’s all these people and they’re all better suited and they all want you. It’s constant. You know how exhausting it is, knowing there’s all these assholes out there waiting to snatch you up the minute they see an opening?”

“Now you’re exaggerating.”

“And you’re wrong. I will…that much.” Toji tells you firmly. “Miss you. I don’t like you going out. Even if I get to go with you, I hate it ‘cause I gotta see how they all look at you. I didn’t used to; fuck, you made me proud. You make me proud,” he corrects himself quietly. “I feel like I’m losing my mind.”

You look conflicted and Toji is hopeful; he’d like to avoid using force on you, even if he does get a kick out using his strength on you and handling you like a ragdoll. But this is different.

“Baby, why don’t you reschedule? Say you’re not feeling good and can’t make it tonight, any excuse.” Toji smiles roguishly as he slowly presses you down onto the bed, straddling your hips so you can feel the full weight of him and how hard he is. “You look too good dressed up like this…makes me wanna lock you up and keep you all to myself.”

“I suppose…I could speak with him over coffee. Something more casual.” You move up the bed and sigh as a spark comes back to Toji’s cold eyes. “You really are a scary guy, Toji.”

“I just don’t want to share you.” Toji rocks his hips, dragging the tip of his cock over the soft material of your dress; drops of precum stain the fabric. “So, so pretty.”

“Toji, I just got this!”

“Buy another.” Toji grinds against your thigh and gropes one of your tits roughly. “I’m gonna rip this one off anyway.”

You gasp as Toji makes good on his promise, his hands gripping the front of your dress and pulling it apart down the middle. The seams pop and the fabric tears right down the middle, revealing the matching lingerie set you had been wearing underneath; Toji curses under his breath.

“That’s what you were wearin’ underneath?” he asks incredulously. “Was this meant for him?”

“Of course not. I was going to surprise you when I got home.” You scolded him tersely. “Honestly, you have no tact.”

“Guess you need to train me better.”

Toji kisses you hard, not giving you much time to react as he forces his tongue into your mouth and starts grinding himself into your still covered pussy. You don’t fight it when Toji takes your wrists in one hand and holds them over your head; he’s not letting you go anytime soon. You’re too busy rubbing yourself back on him, loving the feel of his cock desperately trying to fuck you, like he can’t even wait for you to take off the panties.

“From now on you have to always tell me where you’re going and who’s gonna be there.” Toji’s demanding tone is a bit undermined by the way he’s groaning at the sight of your nipples poking through the lacey bra. “No late night meetings. And I don’t want you alone with him.”

“Choso wouldn’t do anything.”

“Bullshit. He’s probably a bigger freak than I am.” Toji pinches and rolls your nipple in his free hand. “I should fuck you while you call him.”

“Toji,” You say warily. “I thought we talked about this: you know I love you. I don’t want to be with anyone else. Please, try to not let your temper get the best of you: I have a job to do and if you act up too much-”

“What?” Toji asks mockingly; he’s already pulling aside your soaked panties and rubbing his tip along your folds. “Come on, I’m dyin’ to know. Am I being a bad dog?”

You’re about to retort, but then Toji bends down, eyes locked on yours as he runs his tongue up your cheek with a slow, wet lick. You stare at him slightly taken aback but that turns into shock when Toji slams his cock into you all at once.

“Fuck!” Toji hisses. “So fucking tight…come on, tell me baby, tell me how you’ll punish me!”

But the second you open your mouth, Toji is thrusting; his hold around your wrists is painfully tight and he’s able to keep your thighs spread by pinning one down with his other hand. You cry out every time he slams into you, making the whole bed shake and the headboard slam against the wall.

“Think he can fuck you this good? Huh? You think he could make this pussy cream like I can?” Toji huffs and puffs, not slowing down even as he lowers his head to suck and rolls his tongue around your nipples, one at a time, making them shiny and wet with spit. “Got me trained to only want to fuck this pussy now anyway.”

“Too much!” You whine as Toji lets your hands go only to hook your knees under each of his elbows. “Toji, so deep, it’s too deep!”

“But babyyyyy, I have to.” Toji groans almost as if he’s exasperated with your protests. “I gotta breed you.”

“Wha-what are you…?”

“Uh huh. Nice and deep, gonna make sure all my cum takes.” Toji kisses your forehead with a twisted grin. “I’m going to fill you up and make you a mommy now.”

“What?!” This is the most panicked he’s ever seen you. “I don’t want kids! I’m on birth control and-”

“They can only prevent so much. I’ll keep you tied up for a while,” Toji traces his fingers along your trembling lips. “I’ll keep cumming inside you, all night, every day, over and over. I’ll even destroy the pills if I have to.”

“No!”

“But I thought you loved me? It’s the only way I can think of keeping you…I mean, unless you were willing to do something else to make things a little more official?” Toji slows down his thrusts and looks down at you with a shit eating grin. “Ya know, something that shows other people you’re taken.”

“Something…?” You can barely breathe from exertion and confusion. “Official? Wait, are you saying you want us to get married?”

“Sounds fair enough, yeah? You already promised you would take care of me from now on.” Toji sighs and brushes hair out of your face. “Think of it this way, I get to put a ring around your finger ‘cause after all, you already put a collar around my neck.”

“You know, some people propose with a ring prepared and flowers, not threats of forcible impregnation.” Your voice is hardly more than a whisper. “Toji, I love you, you big idiot. If you wanted to, why not just ask me to marry you?”

“‘Kay, then…will you marry me?”

“I can get the papers ready tomorrow.” You ever so carefully put your hands on his shoulders lightly before moving in to hold him. “If that’s what it takes to put your mind at ease, consider me your wife. I’ve always considered you mine; honestly, do I have to collar and tag you to get it through your head? I have no plans to let you go, not unless you decide you want to leave.”

Toji chews on his lip as you hug him and give his neck butterfly kisses; suddenly he’s feeling anxious and tongue tied. Toji thought you might put up more of a fight: he knows what he is. He knows the disgusted looks thrown his way are warranted and he made peace with that years ago. If anything, it would be poetic justice for you to leave him high and dry, abandoning him without so much as a second thought.

You have to stop this. You think you’re taming a stray and making him a house pet, but Toji knows exactly what he is. If you keep indulging him this way it won’t settle his mind; every day is already a battle to not do exactly as he said he was going to do, keep you restrained and locked away from the world. Fuck the money, fuck your work, fuck everything you want and everything Toji believed he wanted. To hell with it all. What’s one more selfish, cruel act?

“Call him now.” Toji says suddenly, voice almost inaudible. “Call him and say you can’t make it because you forgot you had plans with your fiance.”

“Okay.” You nod. “But, um, I need to get my phone.”

“Actually, after we’re done.” Toji repositions your legs so they’re wrapped around his waist and his front is pressed flush against yours. “I still want to cum inside.”

“Okay, just be good.” You pet his hair, pushing his bangs off his face. “Can you be good for me, Toji? You were making me feel really good before; I want to cum with you.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I can do it.”

Toji can’t keep his eyes off your face; he’s panting, a drop of drool slides past the corner of his mouth, running down his scarred lip as you moan underneath him. He’s touching you with less force, but now he’s focused on rubbing your breasts and clit in tandem while you squirm on his cock. You’re giving him a great show; he wishes he had his phone out to record you, a little something to keep him company during those long hours you’re gone.

“Gonna fuck my pretty wife. Gonna make her pussy a mess…” Toji inhales as you clench impossibly tight around him. “You like that? You like getting your pussy ruined by me?”

“Yes, yes, I want it!” You rock your hips, squealing as Toji latches his mouth onto your nipple and rubs your clit faster. “So good, feels so good getting fucked by my…my husband…ah, Toji!!!”

Toji looks up at you with wide eyes; you’re too lost in your orgasm to notice. With high pitched cries, your whole body shakes from the being touched in your most sensitive places at once. He can feel your slick run down his twitching cock; after a few seconds, you’ve calmed down enough to breathe properly and look down at him with a tired, loving smile.

“Cum in me…it’s okay, I want it.”

Toji’s pupils are blown wide as he starts thrusting again, considerably slower, but with just as much force as before. He slows down the closer he gets to cumming, only to pick up the pace and hike your legs higher over his hips, then his shoulders. You can’t even scream now; all you can do is dig your nails into the sheets and let out the sweetest most adorable little kitten like mewls Toji has ever heard. He knows you’re tired and sore and need to rest soon, but part of him just doesn’t want to stop.

“Baby, stay with me. Almost there, gonna cum so fucking hard.”

Toji hisses as your hands grab his biceps, gets even harder at the way your nails dig into his skin; he’s slick with sweat and from the combination of your pussy dripping in his lap and what he’s pretty sure is his own precum steadily leaking with every slam of his hips.

“Almost there, I need ya to, shit, just call me that again, come on baby, c’mon-”

“My…my husband.” You say with a shaky breath. “Want my husband to cum in me, please!”

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!” Toji shudders at the wet slapping with every time he thrusts, your desperate pleas tempting him to keep ravaging you until you’re passed out; he’s babbling now, voice hoarse and so loud it’s a wonder he can speak at all. “Yes, take it, just like that, take it all, gonna cum, take it all baby, fuck!”

“Good…good boy…”

With a long, low groan, Toji doubles over and has to struggle to not drop his entire body weight on you; he wants to see your pussy get filled first.

It’s dripping. Past his aching cock, past your puffy pussy lips, Toji’s cum drips onto his balls, down to the sheets in a little puddle. He came so much, he wouldn’t be surprised if you could taste it or if he ended up breeding you by accident anyway. All the better for him.

“Mine.” Toji rasps, arms pulling you in close, even as you weakly protest at his sweat drenched body and the mess; he pays no mind, in fact, he looks almost delirious as he grins at you. “Hey…since I was a good boy, do I get a treat?”

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naturalbornsnickerdoodle · 1 year

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sick of you | bang chan (fluff)

Pairing: sick!Chan x reader

Word count: 2.1k words

Rating: SFW / PG-13

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Some curse words here and there, suggestive conversations. Not proofread

Summary: Chan gets sick during preparations of a new comeback and reader takes care of him.

Author’s note: Imagine it’s a scene from a sitcom or romcom. I made this longer than intended, my apologies. But I hope it entertains you <3 I’m open to feedback, please let me know if there are grammar mistakes or mispelled words. Thanks for reading, enjoy!

It was a normal afternoon, you were typing away at your computer, sipping at your iced tea while listening to the city’s sounds, a light breeze coming through the open windows.

Happy with your written progress, you stretched your arms above you when your phone started buzzing. It was a text from Felix.

🐥: Y/N, Chris is on his way home, whatever he says don’t let him talk you into thinking he’s okay, ‘cause he’s not.

Y/N: oh no, what happened?

🐥: not sure, but he looked really tired and was cranky af. It took all of us plus the managers to make him leave.

Y/N: Jesus...this man and his hyper independence is gonna be the death of me. Anyways, I’ll check up on him, Lix. Thanks for the heads up ❤️

🐥: No problem, good luck!

You put your phone down as you heard the apartment’s front door open. Soon enough, your boyfriend entered the living room where you were currently working. Your heart sank at the sight of Chan. The man looked pale and exhausted at first glance, but then his face lit up as he saw you and tried to greet you with a sweet smile.

“Hey baby” you smiled back at him, typing a little on your computer saving your document, as he put his bag down and entered the kitchen

“Hi babe, I’ll be back in a sec, want some water first” he called back

You stood from your working station stretching out some more before making your way to the kitchen.

“Hi” you say as you came close to him puckering your lips a little to properly greet him, but he was busy chugging down on his water bottle, holding up a single finger, signaling for you to wait.

“What, no kiss? Man, chivalry is dead after all”

Chris side eyed you as he took his last gulps of water. He chuckled at your comment when he was done with his water.

“Sorry, babe. Was pretty thirsty, it’s really hot out” he said while discarding the empty plastic bottle in the recycling bin

“Is it? thought the weather was kinda nice today”

He chuckled a little “yeah well you’ve always been more sensitive to cold, can’t tell how hot it’s out there”

“Fair point. So what’s with the hoodie?”

He stopped on his tracks at your question. “Pardon?”

“Hoodie’s are for chilly days, yeah? You said it yourself, I’m sensitive to cold, and I’m not even wearing one. So, hoodie?”

“Oh well uh I wore it during practice and didn’t feel like taking it off, that’s all”

You let out a soft “a-ha”, your tongue pushing your inner cheek, arms crossed as you looked at him warily.

“Whatever, you must be hungry, want something to eat?”

“Oh, no thanks, I’m good. I’ll wait til dinner time”

You stared back at him not saying a word for a few seconds blinking a few times

“That’s it, I’m not having it”

You marched into the living room to retrieve your phone, pretending to call someone. Chan followed immediately

“hey hey where are you going? Babe, what are you doing?” He asked as he saw you tapping away at your phone screen.

“Contacting JYP to file a complaint. They broke my boyfriend”

“What? Don’t be ridiculous”

“I mean it’s either that or they somehow managed to clone their idols and sent me the wrong one”

“this is crazy”

“oh is it? Help me out here: you came home in the middle of the afternoon, with no appetite, sweating profusely, white as a ghost AND didn’t even come close to say hello to me properly. Does that sound like the Christopher we know?”

“Yes???” he said increasing the pitch of his voice

You narrowed your eyes at his poor attempt of justifying this nonesense.

“Bullshit. I’m calling the boys”

“Okay okay okay you’re right. I’m sorry. I’m not feeling well, alright?”

“I knew it!”

“But I mean, it’s not that bad”

“If it’s not that bad, why didn’t you kiss me then?”

“Oh come on, what if was a lil sick, I didn’t want you to get sick either”

“sure...”

“I swear I’m good! Honestly I would’ve stayed practicing for longer but the guys wouldn’t let me. So they asked me to come home”

You chuckled at the last part

“What’s so funny?”

“They kicked you out, Christopher. Ha-ha”

He let out a long sigh, clearly not amused at your comments as he usually would be, but still planting his famous thin lined smile on his face (the one that looks like this :] )

“Okay, enough with the sitcom jokes. Come here, you said you were feverish?”

“I think so, I didn’t feel this warm back in the practice room”

You came closer to him and placed your palm on his forehead, eyebrows knitting together as you felt how warm he actually was.

“Yeah, you must’ve gotten warmer on your way here. Did you get one of the company cars to drive you?”

“No, I walked here”

“You walked all the way here from the JYP building?!”

“It’s a 20 minute walk, it’s not that far, Y/N”

“for a person that’s burning hot, it is”

“Aww stop babe, you’re making me blush” he lightly pushes your shoulder

“Funny. And that blush is from your fever, you dummy. You should be more careful next time, Chan.”

“I thought the walk would make me feel better, okay? you know, with the weather being nice and all.”

“Well, we need to break that fever ASAP, come on”

You took his hand on yours and led him to your shared bedroom. You instructed him to remove his clothes and put on some comfy ones.

While he was at it, you grabbed the first aid kit which had a thermometer and your stash of over-the-counter meds. You took the little device out along with the Tylenol bottle.

“Put this under your armpit while I bring some more things, yeah?”

He just nodded and took the little device from your hands, doing as he was told.

You were done getting some ice water and washcloths plus a new water bottle from the kitchen when you heard Chan call from your bedroom.

“Babeeee”

“Yeah?”

“The um the the, the thingy says 38.8ºC” struggling to get the device’s name right

“Okay I’ll be there in a sec” you replied, and you weren’t wrong, his fever was in fact high.

You found him cross-legged on the bed, still looking pale and kinda drowsy. Your heart sank once again after seeing your boyfriend stay so still and weak. You knew your heart would do that a lot today, at least until his fever broke.

“Sit back for me, honey” you asked him while removing the covers

“Say please?” he said arching his eyebrow at you

You let out a short yet exhasperated sigh at his teasing, then tried to smile at him so he would comply to your requests

“I’m joking, babe” he chuckled and then sat back against the headboard.

You got to work quickly, handing him the medicine first, following with the open water bottle. After he took the pill, you asked him to lay down so you could put the ice cold compress on his forehead. He, being the drama llama that he was when sick, yelped the moment the washcloth barely grazed his face.

Laughing at him you said “Babyyy I can’t get it on you if you keep squirming! I promise the cold will vanish after a while. Pleaseeee”

He held his breath right before you put it on him, still yelping and closing his eyes but not moving this time.

“Thank you, now try to rest for a little, I’ll make you something to eat. Chicken soup sound good?”

Without moving an inch, Chan tried to look up at you through the compress that was blocking his view, and only managed to do a thumbs up and say “sounds great”

You planted a kiss on his cheek before leaving, asking him to let you know if he needed anything.

After a little while, you entered your bedroom holding a tray with a big biwl of soup and some mini breads, that way the medicine wouldn’t make your boyfriend’s stomach upset.

You set the tray down on your night table, then slowly sat down on the edge of your bed, gently placing your hand on his abdomen.

“Chan? Babe?”

He abruptly woke up from his slumber, supporting himself on his elbows with the compress hanging over one of his eyes.

“What? Yeah? I’m up, what’s- I’m up”

You chuckled at how confused he looked.

“You fell asleep for a little bit, it’s okay” You told him, now both of your hands on his body, trying to get him to relax.

“I got you some soup, but I’m gonna need you to sit up, okay? please?”

He mumbled in agreement and quickly rested his back against the headboard once more.

“I was resting my eyes for a minute” he said removing the now warm compress from his face

“Seems like the meds kicked in pretty hard, huh? Careful, it’s hot” you said as you placed the tray in front of him, above his legs. Then took the compress from his hand and placed it in the bowl full of ice water.

“They better, got lots to do before the next comeback”

You hummed in disapproval “well, if you rest properly I’m sure you’ll be ready”

“By properly you mean only tonight, yeah?”

“You’re on thin ice, Bang”

“Oh come on, I told you it’s not that bad. I’m sure it’s just like a mild cold or something” he said taking a spoonful of soup, then yelping at how hot it was.

“Told you it was hot”

“Thought you meant I waz hot” tongue hanging out of his mouth from the burn

You laughed throwing your head back “Oh lord, take it as karma for not wanting to rest for a couple more days”

He took a sip of his water then grabbed the spoon once more to take another spoonful of his chicken soup.

“Blow it” you reminded him, and regretted saying it as soon as the words left your mouth, closing your eyes.

“Babe, I’d love to but I’m sick you know?”

“I MEANT BLOW ON YOUR SOUP YOU LITTLE SHIT”

His laugh filled the room, body shaking with amusement as your hands covered your face in a mix of frustration and laughter.

Once his laughter died down, you looked at him fondly, watching him carefully eat his soup.

You talked a bit more about this and that. Then you took his plate and tray away from him so he could rest properly now.

Back in your bedroom, you put on your pajamas and got a clean t-shirt on the bedside table, hoping chan’s fever would break in the middle of the night. You let him know where it was so he could change into it later.

You laid on your side of the bed, propped on one of your arms, you checked Chan’s cold compress and took it from him, putting it in the bowl. While you waited for it to get cold, you pressed your cheek to you boyfriend’s, who was taken aback by your action and tried to move away, afraid of getting you sick with whatever he had.

“Relax, I’m just checking how warm you are”

“Oh here I was thinking you just wanted to take advantage of an ill person” voice a little hoarser than before

“Me? Nah. I mean, I guess I could but you’re too tired to do anything”

He chuckled “I’m not too tired. I just don’t wanna get you sick, babe”

“Oh, but I am sick”

He looked at you puzzled, eyebrows knitting together and guilt spreading quickly across his face

“What?”

“yeah, sick of your shit” you burst into silent laughter at your silly dad joke, grabbing your own belly with one arm and hitting chan’s arm with the other

“should’ve seen it coming” slowly joining you with his own giggles

Once the laughter died down, you reached for the cold compress in the bowl.

“Okay, I’m putting a new washcloth on, babe”

Chan grimaced in anticipation and said okay. You counted to 3 then set the compress on his forehead. And yes, he did yelp again.

You couldn’t help but giggle, he looked cute with his rosey cheeks and a white little towel on his face. You planted a few kisses on his cheek before laying on his chest. Chan took the arm that was resting under your head and started caressing your arm, pulling you closer to him.

“Hey. Thank you for today, I appreciate it.” he squeezed your arm as he said it

“It’s alright, babe. I like taking care of you”

“You’re lying”

“I am”

You both chuckled at the last joke of the night. You said your I love you’s before closing your eyes and drifting into dreamland.

Chan was an awful, stubborn, terrible patient even, but he was yours and you’d take care of him for as long as you could.

Hope you liked it!

#Bang Chan #Chan #Christopher #Christopher Bang Chan #Chris Banhg #Stray kids #SKZ #Channie #Bang Chan x Reader #Chan x Reader #Chris Bang #fluff #Bang chan fluff #sick bang chan #kpop #K-pop #Bang chan fic #Felix

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 1 year

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Could we get a nsfw with loki please? I loved your posiden and Hades one!

Maybe a thicc! Reader and loki who just has such a major breeding kink for her? Possibly even the after effects as well 👀

Anyways, thank you so much!! I love your writing!

-You knew Loki was a gremlin, you knew that before you started dating him, but you quickly learned how to reign him in.

-He was obsessed with your body, never failing to smack your ass when you walked by, will stand behind you while you’re doing something and bounce your booty like a basketball or do the same with your larger than average chest.

-You knew the power you had over him, being able to get him to stop doing something by ‘dropping’ something and wiggling your rear just slightly.

-This also had its own drawbacks however, as usually it always devolved into an intense lovemaking session.

-He would never complain about doing it and any complaints you have would quickly die once he got going.

-Loki was an intense but doting lover, he will rail you into the mattress or whatever furniture he has thrown you on but will check in numerous times and always provide the best aftercare, once he had feeling back in his legs.

-More recently, you’ve been basically confined to your bed, as you’ve been letting Loki do it raw, something that has seemed to flip a switch in the mischievous god.

-Seeing you dripping with his cum would turn him feral, as soon as he finishes he would be at your twitching core, spreading you apart just so he could see the delectable cream pie he had given to you. It would always rile him up for a second…or fourth round.

-Today was one of those days where Loki has been acting up something fierce, pulling pranks on anyone that he could, even Odin and Thor.

-You were unaware of this until Muninn flew into an open window of the home you shared with Loki, “Y/N! You need to do something about Loki! He’s going to get himself killed if he doesn’t leave Lord Odin alone!!”

-You didn’t know he was causing so much mischief, but you instantly gave a nod to the raven, “I got this, can you give Loki this. He will know what it means and he will come straight back here.” You handed the raven a folded piece of paper after writing something down, “Thank you Y/N! I hope this works!”

-You looked at the clock on the wall and grinned, you had about four minutes to change.

-Moments later you heard pounding footsteps before the door slammed open, revealing Loki who was clutching your note, smoking coming from his mouth as he looked around with a feral look in his eyes.

-You turned, wearing a miniskirt, “Welcome home Loki~” your note had only said ‘miniskirt’ and that had him immediately abandoning his pranks to return to you.

-Shadows covered his eyes, showing off only a pair of red glints before you twirled again, flashing him as you weren’t wearing any panties, teasing him, “Do you like my new skirt?”

-A squeal left your lips as he was quick to pounce, knocking you back into the couch and instantly his head was between your legs, eating out like a starved man.

-Your hands in his hair, gripping him, and your cries spurred him to go harder and faster, your thighs locking around his head.

-He groaned deeply, silently praying that you would crush his head between your thighs, he would die a happy man!

-His fingers joined his tongue and lips, going hard, curling his fingers deep within you and he smirked, relishing the shriek you gave him, throwing your head back as pleasure blinded your vision.

-He forced three orgasms out of you before he pulled away, wiping his mouth before quickly stripping, moving your top as well but left your skirt on as he made you lay over an armchair, ass presented to him.

-Your hands stretched out before you, gripping at the chair as he entered you, your long moan was music to his ears as he sighed deeply, closing his eyes for only a moment, enjoying the feeling of your velvet walls clutching tightly at him.

-His pace was fast, rough, unyielding, his hands gripped at your ass and thighs, spreading your cheeks to watch him thrusting into you, your slick covering the both of you.

-Loki hissed through his teeth, going even harder, making you cry out as tears appeared around your eyes, your mouth falling open, unable to close it.

-He came hard, squeezing you close, and you whimpered, feeling him twitch deep within you, pausing only for a moment before his pace started again.

-Your eyes widened, still feeling that he was hard, trying to beg him for a break; he leaned down over you, his hand coming to your throat, giving it a small squeeze before trailing to your chest, his other joining it to squeeze your supple breasts and pinch your nipples.

-He swallowed hard, giving a series of hard, rapid thrusts, “I’m not stopping! Not-not until you get pregnant!”

-You clenched hard around him and he nearly collapsed, losing his breath before he wheezed only once, “Oh~ you want a baby do you? I’ll keep going until there’s no way you’re not pregnant!”

-You cried out for him, pleads and his name on your lips like a prayer, throwing your hips back into his, making him bite his lip as he pulled back, holding onto your waist to go even harder.

-He teased that you weren’t going to be able to walk tomorrow and you smirked back at him, giving him sass, “You gonna talk shit or are you gonna put a baby in me?”

-Four more orgasms for you and five in total for Loki, you finally collapsed, unable to hold yourselves up any longer.

-Loki, once he could walk again and once his vision stopped spinning he carefully picked you up and carried you to the bathroom, washing you so carefully as your arms were around his neck, so close to passing out, pressing soft kisses into his cheek.

-Once you were both in bed, he hugged you close, stroking your hair as you smiled up at him, giving him a small tease, “What if I’m not pregnant?”

-His eyes were closed but the smile that stretched across his lips made you grin, “Then we’ll do this again.” You giggled softly, “Good, I bought two more miniskirts besides this one and I want to show them off.”

-He groaned lightly, not willing to think about sex again until at least tomorrow, making you giggle before he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

-Nine months later, Odin was sitting beside you, holding your daughter as he smiled, as Loki had been calmer ever since you had found out you were pregnant, something you shared a secret smile over.

-Loki was sobbing inconsolably in Thor’s arms, the red-haired man sitting nearby, as Loki hadn’t stopped crying once he saw his little daughter in your arms, overwhelmed with such joy.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror loki

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ghostofskywalker · 1 year

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Filed Under: Payroll Complaints

Words: 1,108

Summary: As an office worker living on Coruscant, you had little to no understanding of what the war was like. The only reason you even got a glimpse of it was because you worked in the front office of the GAR.

or alternatively: a collection of voicemails found on your answering machine, all proving one irrefutable truth: that you (and all of the clone commanders) really deserved a raise.

Note: i have no idea where this idea came from, but i cracked open some wine and stayed up way too late writing this (it's currently quarter after midnight. i really need to go to bed) but i hope you enjoy it!! i'm dedicating this to my lovely friend @captainsophiestark, who has asked to be tagged when i posted this fic! it is probably the least "standard" reader fic i've ever written, but i liked the idea of using a reader character to frame the narrative, even if there isn't much importance to them :)

ao3 link || clone troopers masterlist

“Hello, you’ve reached the Grand Army of the Republic’s front office. If you know the extension of your party, you can dial it at any time. If you need to contact the Jedi Temple, please press 1. To reach the Kaminoan cloning facility, press 2. To get in touch with the Coruscant Guard, press 3 in the case of an emergency and 4 for the office of Commander Fox. If you’re interested in enlisting or aiding in the war effort in any way, please press 5. If you would like to speak to someone in our payroll and budgeting department, press 6. For all other inquiries, press 7. To listen to these options again, please remain on the line or press 8.”

Those were the options everyone got when they commed the number posted for the GAR. And half the time, those calls went to you in the payroll department. Rarely did they ever contain requests, demands, or complaints that you could ever do anything about, but they were entertaining (if nothing else).

you have *:･ﾟ✧ eight ✧ ﾟ･:* new messages

“Six.”

“Jesse.”

“What, Fives?”

“You have to press the button, not say the number.”

“I knew that. I did both.”

“Who are you even calling anyway?”

“Payroll.”

“But we don’t even get paid.”

“Exactly! I’m going to fix that”

“I don’t think this message is really selling it vod.”

“Oh kriff, is this thing already recording?”

“Rex is going to kill you.”

*:･ﾟ✧ ✧ ﾟ･:*

“Are you in charge of the budget? My name is General Skywalker, I wanted to talk to you about getting some new weaponry but General Kenobi seems to think that most of the GAR’s funding has already been allocated for this quarter. If he’s right, no need to call me back, but if there’s a few credits left laying around, please contact me as soon as possible. My troops and I have some ideas that might benefit more than just the 501st and would love to put our thoughts into action. If you want to get in touch, just contact Senator Padmé Amidala of Naboo, she’ll be able to reach me.”

*:･ﾟ✧ ✧ ﾟ･:*

“Hello, this is Commander Thorn of the Coruscant Guard. I understand you’ve been in contact with Fox about new equipment for our commanding officers? Look, is there any way that we can divert those funds to cover a new caf machine and grounds that don’t actually taste like dirt? The commander would never ask for it himself, but in my personal opinion the effectiveness of the force would drastically increase if we didn’t have to drink the equivalent of Endorian mud water every morning when we came in to our shift. More so than if we got all new weapons and equipment. I heard that the 212th got a fancy caf machine with the excess funds from the last budget redraw, did their general have anything to do with it or could we have always just asked for it? Either way, let me or Fox know the status of the request as soon as possible. Thorn out.”

*:･ﾟ✧ ✧ ﾟ･:*

“This is General Kenobi. I’m calling to hopefully precede a communication you may receive from a pirate called Hondo Ohnaka asking for monetary compensation. Whatever he will claim that he has done for the Republic is likely nothing but trickery and lies, and there is certainly no reason to feel threatened by him. If you receive more than one communication from him or his crew, please reach out to me and I’ll handle the situation. If there is anything else you or the GAR office in general needs, you can always reach out to me or Commander Cody as well.”

*:･ﾟ✧ ✧ ﾟ･:*

“Alright, I have gotten through to the payroll and budget department. What supplies do we need at this point, Tech?”

“More explosives!”

“Wrecker, I highly doubt that the GAR’s payroll and budget receptionist will have the power to clear that kind of request. And besides, Hunter asked me, not you.”

“So what are you going to get? Better goggles?”

“No, he’ll just ask for a new ship to ruin.”

“You are all incredibly rude. My requests are based on when I took inventory of the medical supplies and tools on the ship. Speaking of which, maybe you should ask for more toothpicks, Crosshair.”

“I hate you all.”

“Guys, come on. We-”

But before the one calling could get through the rest of his sentence, a beep echoed from the answering machine, signaling the end of the communication on your line.

*:･ﾟ✧ ✧ ﾟ･:*

“This is Hondo, the greatest pirate in the galaxy calling to collect on what is owed to me. Kenobi should have informed you that I will be in touch. Don’t believe anything he said about me, my service was invaluable to your war effort and I believe that it is only right for me to ask for what I am owed. Please call back and I will give you the full itinerary of my grievances, and if you don’t, I will not hesitate to break in and take what I want myself. I hope to speak soon.”

*:･ﾟ✧ ✧ ﾟ･:*

“How many massif treats do you think we need to get our point across, Sinker?”

“I don’t know, I feel like we should at least get a box or two, and send some to the Guard as well. Hound is always talking about how they need treats for Grizzer down there.”

“So should we really be dumping a bunch of them on the Commander’s bunk then?”

“Probably not, but if I had to walk around for an entire campaign with blue in my hair because of him, then he’s going to have to deal with the consequences.”

“I don’t know, I thought you looked nice!”

“Yeah, maybe if I was part of the 501st.”

“Good point, two boxes it is. Hopefully they got the message.”

*:･ﾟ✧ ✧ ﾟ･:*

“Hello, this is Kix, CT number 6116 calling from the flagship Resolute. The 501st will be arriving for a week of shore leave in two rotations, and I wanted to inform you of the supplies that we need to replenish in the medbay so I could arrange it to be delivered before we are deployed again. Please call back as soon as you can, either the comm in the medbay or Captain Rex’s direct line should be able to reach me in the event I miss your call. Thank you!”

You have *:･ﾟ✧ zero ✧ ﾟ･:* new messages

As the machine beeped to signal the end of the messages, you sighed in relief.

At least that last one was both feasible and reasonable.

-the end-

(divider credit to djarrex)

#clone wars fanfiction #star wars fanfiction #anakin skywalker #commander thorn #tbb hunter #tbb wrecker #tbb crosshair #tbb tech #obi wan kenobi #hondo ohnaka #arc trooper fives #clone trooper jesse #clone medic kix #the clone wars

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zooophagous · 1 year

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Strauss arose from his grisly slumber to stalk the halls in search of a meal. He was peckish, and had awoken a bit later than usual, and both of these disruptions to his delicate equilibrium had left him looking a bit more sullen than usual. He passed people in the hall who stared and whispered and quickly looked away and hurried past him.

He raised an eyebrow. To be sure- having people scurry away from him in fear like pill-bugs was hardly a new occurrence for the elder vampire. But the people in the Van Helsing Institute knew him, and by now, knew better. Something was off. Something was wrong. The fact that they hadn’t stopped to tell him what it was only meant one terrible thing.

Whatever it was involved him.

His sour expression grew confused and gradually more concerned. What people in the halls that didn’t immediately flee from him were busy feverishly cleaning, organizing, moving things and looking frantic. He turned the corner to the director’s office. She would know. Her door was open however, and Artemis was nowhere to be found.

Now his concern was inching into panic. He craned his head into the room looking for her.

“Frau Van Helsing?... Artemis?”

“THERE you are.”

Strauss turned around to see Ursula with her arms at her hips, looking very upset with him. She usually did, but today was different. Today was worse.

“Frau Harker. What is going on? Where is Artemis?”

“I wouldn’t worry about her right now. It’s YOU that’s in trouble.”

He froze. In that moment Strauss would have sworn he felt his dead heart squirm fearfully in his chest. It had happened. Ursula knew about him and Artemis. They’d been caught. They’d been found out. Someone saw. Someone heard. What to do? Confess? Deny everything? Beg for mercy? What had Artemis already said? He opted to swallow hard and force his now dry tongue to ask as calmly as possible.

“What did I do this time?”

“Nothing, as far as I’m aware. Nothing NEW anyway. But what you’ve done in the past is bad enough. It’s all gone over my head now. I hope you’re satisfied.” She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose.

“Please tell me what is going on.”

“We’re being audited.”

“Audited?” Strauss raised his eyebrows. “Audited by whom?”

“By the church, of course. Did you think they just threw money at this venture without ever asking where it went? You’ve stepped out of line one too many times and now they’ve had enough complaints and we’re being audited.”

She became more animated as she spoke and threw her hands up in frustration as she turned away from Strauss.

“Follow me, you’ll be needed for this. First you need to get dressed. Something decent. A collared shirt, one that’s been pressed. And comb your hair, you look like a damn hobo. An audit. Under my watch. I can’t believe this. This is all your fault. My rules aren’t just here to torment you, you know. Now you’ve done it. Now it’s out of my hands!”

Strauss followed her meekly to his room. “Frau Harker. What does an audit entail?”

“They’re going to double check all of our security protocols and observe the facilities and make decisions about how bad of a job we’re doing. They’re also going to want to speak to you, personally, to determine if we’ve done a fair job rehabilitating you. You will be with me at all times until they leave so we can pretend we care about proper containment. It goes without saying you MUST be on your absolute best behavior.”

“I must be interrogated by a stranger?”

“Yes. And not just any stranger, the most important stranger you’ll ever meet, Strauss. I don’t really know how to say this any more clearly, but if you fail this interview, it is very likely that Project Symbiosis will be terminated.”

“And what then?”

“What then?” She let out a mocking laugh and turned to face him. “If the project is terminated, so are you. They certainly don’t have any use for you.”

“So I am, very suddenly, being asked to prove my own life is worth living, and if I step out of line, I am condemned.”

“Yep! Make it count!” She replied, sounding rather frantic and dropping her usual in-control facade. She stomped into his room and threw open the closet. Strauss normally would have balked at that invasion into his privacy- but she was on a mission. She threw clothing out onto the bed.

“No, no. Not this. Not this either. How many black tee shirts does one man need? Do you have any sense of style? Ah- here. This one. It needs pressing but… UGH it will do.”

She shoved the shirt into his chest. “We will have to cover the wrinkles with a jacket, and if you’re wearing the jacket you may as well wear the tie, too. Do you have any cologne? Any breath mints? Clean your fingernails. Brush your teeth. Do SOME thing.”

“You seem to be taking this worse than I am, Frau Harker.” Strauss did as he was told and threw off his shirt to slide into the off white button-up she’d forced onto him.

“I am worried, Strauss. The complaints we’ve been served with are not without merit. We’ve had two live subjects, both of whom escaped, both of whom have gone on to attack humans and only one has been recovered. If it were me doing the audit…”

She rested her hand over her face and staunchly blinked back frustrated tears.

“If it were you, you’d be siding with the complainant.”

“You have your work cut out for you. This auditor is someone I know, actually someone I respect. A vicar. Goes by the name of Emille but you should really call him Vicar Martin. Or at least Mr. Martin. Herr Martin. Whatever damn honorific you Germans use. I don’t care.”

She looked at him with a disgusted grunt. “Please do not disrobe any further until I leave. Meet me in the hall when you’re done. Unfortunately I must be next to you at all times to keep up the illusion that you are adequately chaperoned. Don’t think I’m sticking close to you because I’ve gone soft on you.”

“You sound concerned for my well being, that is all the softer you need to be, Frau Harker.”

“If I actually wanted you dead, Strauss, you’d be dead. Believe it or not I have a vested interest in your well being if only because I don’t want to make my niece cry. Well. That and… truthfully it would be an awful waste. I mean, with the education and everything we’ve sunk into you…”

“I am touched.”

“Get dressed.” She stepped out and waited in the hall. Strauss soon emerged, looking like he was late for some sort of interview for a job he didn’t want.

“Ugh, that’s your best suit is it? If you survive we’ll have to fit you for a new one.”

“Do we know what to expect from this auditor?”

“I’ve met this vicar a few times before. He’s not unreasonable. Not hateful as far as I can tell. He’s supposed to be neutral and impartial. Your history of good manners will work to your benefit here.”

“I appreciate your vote of confidence.”

“Yes, well, no sense in trying to make you feel bad at this point in time. You’ll have to sink or swim on your own merits.”

“Will you please tell me, where is Artemis?”

“First name basis with Artie, are we? She’s being interviewed separately from yourself and seemed to think it prudent to maintain the appearance of emotional distance between herself and her subjects. I tend to agree. You will be with me, and later you will return to your room, which will be locked for appearances sake, and I will bring in Troy.”

“Troy is also in trouble?”

“Not yet, but it is a non-zero chance.”

“He cannot have Troy.” Strauss bristled under his suit coat.

“If he tries to take Troy or harm Troy in some way I will kill him.”

“Will you shut UP. You cannot go into this interview talking like that. Nobody is going to do anything to Troy. Please worry about yourself, I will take care of everyone else.”

Strauss shut his mouth tight in a stony silence. Ursula would protect Troy, he was sure. She was probably actually the best person to play bodyguard anyway. But even the simple inference of a possible threat set him on a hard, sharp edge. It was already quite too late for the vicar. Strauss already hated him now.

Ursula led him to the game room, which was uncharacteristically shut and locked. She knocked on the door and opened it.

“Vicar Martin? Subject Luther Strauss is ready to visit.”

Strauss groaned quietly. ‘Subject.’ Indeed.

“Wave him in.” Came a cheerful reply.

“You do not want security to sit in?”

“No need. I’m sure he’ll be good. Besides, I need to see him without someone influencing him.”

Ursula turned to Strauss and nodded, pushing open the door. Strauss meekly stepped in and flinched slightly when the door shut hard behind him and the lock jingled, signaling his entrapment with the auditor.

Vicar Martin wasn’t all that intimidating. He wasn’t in any sort of official looking robes. He wasn’t even wearing a tie. A wispy white head of hair and a short white beard sat over a cheerfully ruddy face framed by thin metal glasses. It was the sort of face that could have been easy to be friends with, if not for the obvious.

“Hello Mr. Strauss. Or do I call you Luther?” He got up from the chair to shake hands.

“Doctor Strauss to you, if you please. You are Vicar Martin? I was baptized Martin Luther Strauss, once upon a time. We shared a name.”

“Yes, but you know that’s a sore subject with us Catholics. I can’t say I’m a huge fan of Martin Luther.”

“That makes two of us.”

Strauss took off his jacket and tossed it aside and began to undo his tie. He pointedly ignored the vicar’s attempt at a handshake.

“So. You’ve come to do an audit, is it? Or perhaps this was some ploy to get to see a vampire in person.”

Martin smiled. “You got me, Doc. I had to see the eighth wonder myself.”

“How appropriate, that so many of the seven wonders are in ruins. Is it worth the effort? Do I impress you?” Strauss paced around the room, looking for a game on the shelf, not looking at Martin while he talked.

“Maybe I should give you a demonstration of might. Give you something to write about in your little notebook. Would you like that? Perhaps we can go to the garage bay and I can throw a car for your entertainment. Or change into a bat and take you on a ride around the grounds. Then we can come back and have tea.”

“I’m getting a note of hostility here, Doctor Strauss.”

“Hostility? No.”

Strauss dragged out the last syllable sarcastically.

“No, I love surprises and meeting new people. Having my routine interrupted is my favorite thing. Being made to wear clothing I am not comfortable in to impress people I do not like puts me in fine humor.”

Strauss selected a game box with checkers from the shelf and placed it on the coffee table.

“I especially enjoy being on trial for my life. It’s grand fun. Almost as fun as checkers. Sit down. We’ll play a round while we talk.”

The vicar nervously took a seat. “You know, an audit is serious but I’m not here to accuse you of anything, Doctor Strauss. I’m just an auditor, I’m not a judge.”

“ ‘I’ll be judge, I’ll be jury, said cunning old Fury. I’ll try the whole cause and condemn you to death.’ “

Strauss recited a line of poetry from memory as he set up the chessboard. Disdain was all but physically dripping from his fangs. He chose the black tokens for himself as the vicar watched him curiously.

“You’re a fan of board games?”

“I enjoy games, though I usually prefer the more challenging ones. I would have chosen Scrabble, but I do not think it would be fair to you. I am very good at Scrabble.”

“And you think I’m not?”

“Prove me wrong.”

Strauss made the first move, deftly picking up a checker in his claw and setting it down with a sharp click. “So, Mr. Martin. I suppose you have some uncomfortable pointed questions to ask me about all the wrongs I’ve committed. I’ve never been to confession before, having been raised protestant. You will have to guide me along. How many hail Mary’s is a human life worth?”

“Heh.” Martin scooted his red piece a space forward. “Just a few minutes into this and you’re already confessing to a murder?”

“It is logged in my file. I trust you did your homework and read ahead before visiting me? Or am I giving you too much credit?” He clicked another piece forward. “It would be very stupid to sit down with me alone without knowing what to expect.”

“You’re right, it would be. I have seen your file, Doctor Strauss. I also know it wasn’t one murder, it was two, and a severe bite not too long ago.”

“Ah, but now you are already being uncharitable to me. It was only one murder. The other was clear cut self defense. I would argue that any creature has the right to defend its own life as well as it can, without a black mark upon its soul.”

“Do you have either of those two things? A life or a soul?” The vicar asked quietly and skipped over one of Strauss’ pieces.

“Those two points are as debatable as they are irrelevant. If I lack a soul it is only clear evidence that a soul is unnecessary. If you refuse to call it a life, my existence at least has been worthwhile.”

“And what have you done with that existence?”

“I am working on my education. I have one already, as you know, but it is out of date. I have earned my GED from some half baked American school and I am taking college courses. I especially enjoy organic chemistry. It is very difficult. I am barely scraping by with a passing grade.” He click-clacked his checker piece two in a row over the vicar’s.

“That one is your favorite even though you’re close to failure?”

“Yes. I enjoy the challenge. I am never bored with it.”

“What do you intend to do with that degree?”

“Artemis has encouraged me to try my claw at forensic science. Personally, I wish to resume my role as a physician. I am especially interested in pediatrics.”

Martin snorted. “Now, forgive me for saying so. But that’s rich. A vampire pediatrician? Are you even safe to have around children?”

“You are a Catholic clergyman. Are you?” Strauss narrowed his eyes at the vicar and claimed another of the red pieces. “In addition to my ongoing academic pursuits I am fluent in three languages, including Latin. I participate in numerous research projects including live anatomy demonstrations and I am told I have contributed vast swaths of new knowledge to the realm of vampire studies.”

He folded his claws. “It turns out that if you ask us nicely, we are happy to oblige.”

“Hmm. Yes. All good things. It doesn’t seem like your mind has completely gone to waste, then. What about physical conditioning? Does your lodging permit you the ability to adequately exercise?”

“You almost sound as if you are concerned for my physical well being, how quaint.”

“It’s part of the audit, Dr. Strauss. Inhumane or overly restrictive conditions would be as much of a cause for concern as overly loose ones. Or I should say, almost as much as a concern. If it were overly restrictive, it would only be harming you. If it were overly loose, it would be harming you and others.”

“I believe I know what you are trying to ask. This is about my night out, yes?”

“About your rampage.” The vicar replied coolly. “Calling all of that a night out is a euphemism, and you don’t seem like the sort of man to deal in euphemisms.”

“I am barely a man.”

“What are you then?”

“Genderless. I am more of a concept than a man. I am a tiger.”

“Alright then. Not sure what pronouns to use for that one. But, about your rampage.”

“It was a very simple mistake. My needs are not complex, but they are strict. They were not being met. When one cages a tiger, one must be cognizant of its needs and respectful of its power. Frau Harker and the Institute were neither. Not at that moment. I slipped away.”

“You slipped away and attacked one person and terrified several more.”

“He put his hands on me first.” Strauss growled. “I had a broken ankle, several fractured ribs, and I was both freezing and starving. Him putting his hands on me in that moment was a tragic mistake on his part. I do not blame him for it. In fact if it pleases you to know, we have since made amends.”

“Amends?” Martin raised his eyebrows. “They let you see this person again after mauling him once?”

“Yes. I thought repentance was something your lot purports to be a good thing. Mr. Samuel and I have put the past behind us.”

“I take it that Mr. Samuel also knows your little secret then too?”

“Yes. He also knows about Herr Cunningham. He has visited the grounds several times. He is one of cherished few we feel we can trust with our secrets. He is of a persuasion that knows what it is like to be unjustly mistreated because of their identity.”

“I appreciate the honesty Dr. Strauss. I wish I could say it was doing you favors. But, if I may be honest in return, the purpose of this audit is to be very strict. So far I have that you bite when overwhelmed, are prone to escape, you seek out former victims who did survive; and even though you’re getting an education you want to place yourself in a position of power over very helpless patients with that education. How do I know you made amends with Mr. Samuel? And didn’t just threaten him into silence? Where is that threshold of your needs not being met, that would make a tiger hungry enough to hunt again? How much of this intelligent, well read identity you put forward is real and how much of it is an act?”

“An act.” Strauss bristled.

“Shut your God damned mouth you mediocre, chewy clot of undercooked fat.” He bared his teeth and grabbed the checkerboard and tossed it casually to one side.

“You have the great privilege of seeing me without a shadow to hide in, and you think it is all an act. As if you know what part of me is true or false from reading off of your clipboard. You know of the bite but not the reason why. You know of the murder but not the self defense. You are spoon fed prejudice and swallow it without a second thought like a child swallowing arsenic when told it is a vitamin.”

Strauss stood up, using his height to tower over the flustered and cowering vicar.

“And what have you done with your life? I have brought patients back from injury and illness. I opened my crypt to fleeing innocents during the bombing of Europe in the great wars. I have caught and disposed of more wickedness in my jaws than could fill a dozen of your dossiers. I have lived over two hundred years, and I will live two hundred more, whether or not your audit agrees with me.”

“So you’re throwing the audit on purpose?”

“No. I am warning you not to stick your fingers in my cage. Tigers seldom warn twice. You already know what happened to the last one who tried to meet me in my den.”

The vicar steadied himself and tried very hard to look the angry immortal in the eyes. “Dr. Strauss, I assure you that I-”

There was a commotion in the hall that made both speakers stop and stare at the door. A cacophony of “What do you THINK you’re doing-NO YOU CAN’T GO IN THERE” and the door flung open to a harried crowd of Ursula, Artemis, and Troy all but dragging Sam in by the arm.

“Oh good nobody shot you yet.” Troy grinned at Strauss. “Hey! Vicar Martini or whatever your name was, we have a character witness for my buddy Strauss here. This is Sam, say hi Sam.”

“Hi Sam.” Sam parroted sarcastically. “Hey Strauss.”

“Sam was one of the guys Strauss bit, when I heard you were coming I knew I had to go get him to tell you that everything was fine now. I mean, you gotta have a character witness at a trial right? Also I can vouch that Strauss has a pretty strong moral compass. He only ever bites guys that have it coming. I mean except Sam and that was an accident and they’re cool now.”

“Yeah, he actually saved me from getting hit by a car once so now we’re even or whatever.”

“Yeah, he’s also a doctor and he helps me when I have my lycanthropy episodes.”

“Sorry I’m late, Vicar Martin. I had to chaperone Troy when he was out of the grounds. Have to be extra thorough on audit day.” Artemis smiled and folded her hands behind her back.

The flustered vicar threw up his hands. “Will all of you please stop talking for a minute, I can barely think in here.”

“Now you see why I was overstimulated to the point of biting.” Strauss mumbled and went to stand behind Artemis. He was coming down from the angry high of being brave, now he only wanted comfort.

“If Luther didn’t frighten you away, I’m ready to sit down and chat. One on one or in a group.” The director smiled brightly.

“No need.” The vicar collected his papers. “I actually have already heard enough.” He turned to Strauss with a subdued smile. “Congratulations Dr. Strauss, you’ve passed your audit.”

“What?” Came the reply in near unison from the crowd.

“Your vampire friend here was quite the conversationalist. He didn’t stray away from his feelings, or his past. I think after hearing this, that the real reason for the audit did not actually involve you.”

“Real reason?” Artemis turned to Troy and Sam. “Can you two wait outside for a moment?”

“Sure.”

“What reason is that?” Strauss asked from behind Artemis.

“I probably shouldn’t tell you too much, but, you’re bound to find out on your own. Director Van Helsing…” Martin sighed. “There has been a murder.”

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Pussy Is Mine

「 Whew lemme say….Sorry? Your girls have been working too damn hard, and schools still murdering my ass out here. I’m writing this while sick in bed, as always…I missed y’all though~ෆ」

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It wasn’t even five minutes after you received the text message, you heard the sound of wings flapping. You didn’t even have a chance to get a decent shower in. You hopped out to the shower, time was of the essence. It wasn’t right, it wasn’t okay. What would she think?

You walked out of the bathroom, only wearing a towel before the sliding door to the balcony opened. His jacket slapped to the ground and his hands were attached to yours in seconds. You couldn’t brace yourself for him…even though, it was always like this. He was an addiction, the worst kind of addiction anyone could ever have. He left you beyond satisfied and stuffed, ensuring you take every drop. However, you wouldn’t need this because you’ve got her, the love of your life, the woman that makes your day every single time…and his partner. Mirko.

Your body clashed with the bed, and his lips pressed harshly against yours. Your hands were locked in that messy hair of his, tugging while he pressed against your wet pussy. He pulled away, kissing your neck while he fiddled to get his belt off. “W-We shouldn’t be doing this, K-Keigo…sh-she’ll get suspicious.” Your voice moaned out, gaining what little sanity it would possibly grab. It was sinful, it was wrong. It’s been going on for way too long anyway. “You say that every time we fuck…and you still cum on my dick every single time.” He said, snatching his gloves off. Your towel slapped against a framed photo of you two on the nightstand.

“Besides…You can’t lie and say you want it to end..especially when you’re wet like this.” He mentioned, rubbing his tip against your clit. You hissed softly, knowing damn well you wanted it. It’s been like this for months, he’ll fly his ass to your apartment and fuck you just before Mirko would get off of work and crash at your place because her place was too far for her to travel. Though she has a whole driver, car, and place that’s only a block or two away, she insists on sleeping with you because she’ll sleep better like that. A soft moan escaped your lips, feeling his cock slide deep inside you. It’s a feeling you’re usually used to but fuck it always drove you wild. This flying bastard always had you ready for him, begging and pleading for more.

“You’re already a fucking mess for me, Birdy. Don’t say you want it to be over and you’re practically begging to be fucked.” He growled, his yellow eyes glowing into yours. Before you could respond, his hips slammed all of him deep inside you. Your walls welcomed him by gripping and sucking him in with each thrust. You grabbed your pillow and slapped it over your face, forcing yourself to keep silent to ensure that the neighbors won’t be suspicious. They’re noisy as hell and ran a few noise complaints towards Mirko, which slightly made her more suspicious.

“K-K-Keigo! S-Slow down! You’re t-too d-Fuck!” The scrambled mess of words that came from your mouth, his hand gripped your left arm as his other snatched the pillow away from you. “T-The neighbor-“

“Let them hear, let them hear who’s fucking you this good.” He said, smirking before slipping out of you. “Let them hear? You’re joking r-Woah!” You yelped, his feathers lifting you into the air while he climbed off the bed. “Keigo! G-get me down! Now!” You demanded, levitating around the room until you floated in the middle of the room. The sudden feeling of warm flesh made you jump, ready to punch whatever it was then felt his hands grip your hips. This was new and very very bold. Floating on feathers while he ate you out, giving you the illusion of being on cloud nine…while possibly being on cloud nine.

He’s a womanizer for a reason, he knew how to keep them on his toes all right. Your back arched, you were already close but was playing with you now. He was fucking with you to see just how far you’ll go to beg him to fuck you, a trick he’s pulled during the award show before. Your hands pushed his head back, stopping him from going any further as he looked up at you. The way his eyes stared into you with determination and lust, the very reason why he came for you. You and Mirko first started dating when he saved you one day. The attack left you in your bra and panties which required him to fly you home. Once home, you thanked him…but he came back later that night. A kiss became a make out then you two fucked, starting this cycle that always left your legs shaking and a heart filled with guilt.

Your body pressed against the cold glass of the sliding doors, and with a snatch, your curly hair bounced free from your bonnet. He slid in from the back and started pounding you into the glass, slamming into the deepest parts of you. Your eyes rolled back, lips between your teeth while his hand tugged and gripped your hair. “Whose is it? Tell me, Whom does this pussy belong to?” He demanded between thrusts, only to receive a moan back from you. “Come on, Birdy. Let’s not be stubborn here. I know you heard me~” he teased, his right hand reaching in front of you, rubbing your clit while the left grabbed your face. “Just tell me that this pussy’s mine. Tell the truth~.” He said, your eyes locking with his. Your lips were tight between your teeth, squeezing and bruising them while he pounded into you. The over-stimulation was getting to you. You didn’t want to admit it..but in a way, he was making it all his. All his. With the last few thrusts being the true signal for your cumming alarm, your mouth opened. Before the words could come out, the door opened. The lights snapped on and he stopped, your eyes darted toward the figure and your life left your body.

“What the fuck?”

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Horned Advance

Chapter 3 - Phoenix

Another week flew by for the girls, Palo taking the opportunity to scout out the path they would be taking on their journey to minimise Quinn’s strain, while secretly satisfying her own paranoia at the same time. She’d planned the path, to cut through the forest straight onto a path to the desert. A long stretching river separated the two planes, bisecting the country down the middle, but regular visitors to and fro meant that bridges were dotted frequently down the river. Palo knew that the journey ahead of them would not be easy, but it was one she had readied herself to make. She couldn’t just let this go. Not without doing everything she could to help Quinn first.

The horned girl returned to her oh so humble abode, for what she didn’t know to be the last time. She shifted the thatch door as she always did, leaning it against the rock face to see Quinn getting ready to go. She had a small woven sack of her belongings, or whatever could be salvaged from them hung over her shoulder, wearing worn, thrown out clothes, laden in thick leather- Quite the fashion statement. Palo’s house had been cleaned wholly of anything within it, just a fire pit and the slabs that made up her ‘furniture’ remaining. The girl felt a deep sense of sadness to say goodbye to all she had ever known, but she knew well that clinging to sentimentality was the way to get nothing done.

“Ready ta set out, Quinn?” She called, making sure the girl heard. “As I’ll ever be.” replied Quinn sheepishly. “‘S gonna be a long trip ahead of us. A lot of walking, n’ a lot of exposure. No worries though, follow my lead and I’ll keep ya safe.” Palo said, reaching her hand out for Quinn to take. Quinn promptly did, Palo leaning her arm over her shoulder to help her walk. “I saw a tailors along the way. Shoddy lil’ place it is, but it’ll do us well to get somethin’ proper on our feet before we set out proper.” Quinn shot Palo a confused glance. “And you’ve got money for a tailor?...” “Course I do!” The horned girl responded, looking slightly offended. “Safe ta say the village coffers could spare a donation to our cause. Damn ‘em all to hell anyway.” She spat, her words sharper than her horns. A look of dissatisfaction spread across Quinn’s face, but she made no complaint; the girl knew that this is how life would be from now on, and knew better than to object to Palo’s methods for her own sake.

And so the two set off, walking through miles of undergrowth together. “That one there’s a Chloranthus.” She said, pointing to a green leafed plant with a small white bud in the middle. “One ‘a the things that helped me get you back in order. That over there’s a malachite rose.” She pointed to another flower, one jaded in green with a glossy surface. “’s a brittle flower, but the petals are hard as steel. I use 'em to spark fires sometimes, or to sharpen my hunting tools.”

The forest had taught the critter many things. Years spent alone in woodlands populated only by wildlife had turned her into another critter among the riff raff, knowing the predators, prey and the map of the gigantic woods like the back of her hand. Quinn struggled to keep her pace, but listened intently to Palo’s talks. Both of them were well aware that one another were all they had to lean on at this point, and so they made sure to keep things between them airtight.

They shuffled through woodlands for what seemed like an eternity before reaching a clearing. A wide, open, grassy plain with the sky no longer obscured by the tree roofs, instead replaced by a scenic clear blue sky with the sun beaming down directly upon the two. After almost a month of just getting by, to the both of them this breath of fresh air reminded them what it felt like to live. Their journey was nowhere near over though, it had barely even begun. Well aware of this fact, Palo opted to keep things moving rather than lingering on the sweetness of the scene. The two hobbled over grassy fields, Quinn noticing the many burrows in the lands, small snow white bunnies peeking out from within them. The field they’d found themselves at was on the opposite side of the forest to the village, so they had felt pretty safe in knowing that they wouldn’t be spotted or recognised around this new area, but Palo elected to keep her hood up anyway, the tattered cloth cloak she had kept for more than half of her life coming in useful yet again. She wasn’t exactly jumping to show people her horns, and especially not after she had narrowly escaped a worst case scenario over the same thing.

The pair eventually met with the main path that Palo had been gunning for, with a small rest stop visible just a few minutes down the road. They walked the path swiftly, arriving at the tailor Palo had mentioned previously, with an inn and a rustic cafe beside it. “Take this Quinn, and get us a room in the inn while I head in here and see what they can do for us.” She said, handing her a bag of shards, the empire’s common currency. She had kept a good amount for herself, well aware of how costly it can be to have new clothes made for two people, let alone one. She swung the door of the tailors open, immediately noticing the massive, hulking lady working leather on a tanning rack.

“ ‘Ello little… Missy, is it?” The woman said, her deep voice and soothing tone gently chipping away at Palo’s constant caution. The lady looked to be a bit younger than middle aged, with soft ginger hair and freckles, but the body of a giant like you’d see at war. “What can I do for one such as yourself.” She continued, picking up on Palo’s hesitation. “I need an outfit made… Two actually. Needs ta be flexible but tough. Can’t have it wearing down on me…” Our girl says, scoping out the variety of luxurious looking animal pelts and hides across the walls. “Linen and Leather aren’t cheap… You’ve got coin?” The lady asks. “Palo pulls her hood up further to obscure her face, before approaching the counter in the front of the room and pulling out her heavy bag of shards. She dropped it to the table with a thud, and the tailor's eyes lit up. “Deary me!” She said, moving over to the bag and checking its weight and contents, “Must be no less than three hundred shards…” She rubs her chin for a moment in thought. “Give me three, maybe four days. I’ll get it done.” The lady concludes, shooting Palo a glare as if to ask for her approval. Palo nods, “I’ll trust you with it then.” before turning to leave the store. “Ah, one more thing girlie! Do you have any colour preferences?” She called out just as Palo went to leave. “Red. and for her… Green. She likes green.” Palo says, turning back for a moment. “Easy as pie.” The lady says, before getting back to her leatherworking, sketching down her plans for these new orders on the side.

Getting out of the tailors, Palo walked over to the Inn expecting to find Quinn, but entering to see her nowhere in the lobby. “Looking for your friend? Brown hair, yay high?” A grey haired man behind the counter asked, noticing her confusion quickly. “Yeah… how’d you know?” She responded. “We don’t get many visitors out here. Only natural to expect you two similar sized girls to be together. She gave me this hulking bag of shards and just said ‘I’ll have a room for two.’ No dates or anything. I think she went upstairs to check it out but came back down and left out the front door. There’s enough here to pay for months of stay y’know. Can’t begin to imagine how you two squirts managed to get yer hands on all this…” Palo caught the man’s questioning gaze and pulled her hood further forward again, staring daggers at him, though her eyes were too obscured by shadow for him to see. “Well, I-” She began, only to be cut off by the man again “Ah, that’s right- you’d best go find her quickly. You’ve seen the bunnies round these parts, yes? They’re everywhere, the little bastards…”

“What about ‘em?” She asked impatiently. “They’re ravenous little pests, the lot of them. They’re called Hive Hares. All of their burrows lead back to one, they lead unsuspecting predators there and tear them apart… Or in this case, oblivious kids too far from home for their own good.” A feeling of dread fell over Palo as he spoke. “You’d best go find-” The man’s words were cut off by the slamming of the inn door, as Palo bolted out. She’d only just started her quest to fix the damage she’d already caused. She could not let Quinn’s innocence end it all here. No Chance.

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My Brother´s Best Friend (Rumlow X Reader) Chapter Six - Like What You See?

Since I´ve been working non stop with getting my stuff back up on Wattpad, I haven´t been able to publish here for a while. And I´m sorry for that. But today, I´m gonna bless you with a new chapter of this story, and "Bound & Brockened" will be up shortly. Enjoy!

– Fine, fucking keep it, Brock. I’m sure you’ll find a way to have some fun with it. You’ve ruined the thrill anyway.

He looks at you.

– Woah.. Hey, YN! I was only joking!

You turn away from him, put your pants on.

– Did you find my brush? Or was my toy so intriguing that you forgot the important thing?

His smirk disappeares. He puts the magic wand back in your suitcase, and puts your brush down on the bed.

– YN, give me a break here. I found it! It was a joke. You know, like ha ha!

You take your brush, and start to fix your hair. You can see him in the mirror. God those abs. He’s been working out.

– Well, you have the social IQ of a five year old!

You can see in the mirror that he’s rolling his eyes at you. Then he starts to get dressed. You follow him with your eyes in the mirror. Fuck, he looks good. His abs flexing, when he pulls his shirt over his head. That distinct V shaped lower upper body of his, disappearing down into his boxers. You swallow.

– Like what you see?

Shit! Did he notice that you looked at him? Keep it cool, YN! Keep. It. Cool.

– Oh, please, don’t flatter yourself! You’re not THAT good looking.

– Haven’t had any complaints yet!

You turn around. What is his deal? Does he want you to get angry at him?

– That’s because the women you sleep with probably have the IQ of a peanut!

– Whatever. I’m getting coffee for the road. Want one?

You don’t answer. Instead you get your make up out of your bag. Start to put it on. He looks at you for a bit, before he leaves.

When the door close behind him, you close your eyes. Jesus! This is SO not going to work. Why did it have to be him? Why did it have to be him back then, and why did it have to be him now? You could stay behind here. Find a Greyhound or something. Oh, for fucks sake. It’s only two more days, one maybe, if you don’t make too many stops. You can do that. You have your music, and your books. Yeah, you can do this. Just don’t think about him, and try not to talk to him.

You put the rest of your stuff back in your suitcase. Then your stomach growls loudly. Breakfast. Let’s hope there is something in a vending machine somewhere that you can eat.

Loud honking from outside! He want’s to hit the road, and get this over with as fast as you do. Thank GOD! Maybe you could drive for 12 hours straight, and take an overnighter just one more time. Hopefully in separate rooms. You grab the Key, and walk outside, locking the door behind you.

Rumlow stands by the car, eagerly waiting for you. You walk up to him an hand him the Key.

– You could have thrown it to me. Would have saved us some time!

– What, like two seconds?

You get into the front seat. Look after him as he disappeares into the office to deliver the key. Jesus, YN. He’s really NOT that good looking. Good looking, yes. But you’ve seen better. Yes, you have, YN! Yes, you have!

You put your air-pods in, turn the volume to max. And open your book. You’re already on the next Page, when Rumlow returns. Then you hit the road again. He’s not saying anything, and if he did you wouldn’t have heard it anyway.

You just finished 50 Shades Of Grey, when Rumlow stops the car. You close the book, and look up. He’s parked in front of a fancy hotel of some kind. It’s not dark, and you haven’t been driving for so long. Is he going to drag you through another night in the same bed? If he is, you’ll be sleeping on the floor. Or kick him out of the bed. There is NO WAY IN HELL you’ll be spending another night in his bed.

You look at him. Remove your air-pods.

– Food, YN! We need food. Your stomach has been growling like a lion for the last hour.

– I don’t know if you noticed, Brock. But THIS is a hotel. It has rooms, and beds, and are commonly used for staying the night.

– They have a nice restaurant!

He says, while exiting the car. You take a deep breath, before you follow him.

He was right. The restaurant is nice. Nice atmosphere, soothing music. Nice. A waiter seats you at a table, opposite each other. Hands you both a menu. You look at it. A bunch of fancy names, none of which you know. And the prices. Jeez! You look at Rumlow.

– I… I can’t af…

– Don’t worry. It’s on me!

Wow. He’s paying for your dinner? Does he feel bad about this morning? Is this his way of saying sorry? Stop it, YN! Just eat the food.

– What do you want?

He asks. Putting his menu down on the table in front of him.

– I… I don’t even know what this stuff is…

He smiles at you.

– Not very fluent in eating out, huh? The NY strip is good.

You close your menu, and put it down on the table.

– Surprise me. But NO funny business. Keep it like normal. No snails or tarantellas or anything..

He laughs. The smile seems genuine.

– I’ll just get you the same thing I’m having. OK?

You look down. Why is he being so nice all of a sudden? Is he scared that you’re mad about this morning? Are you mad about this morning? You’re annoyed by him. But, maybe not mad. At least not very.

The food tastes good. And you were really hungry. Rumlow pays the bill, and then you leave for the car. You look at the time. Almost 7pm already. Well, guess you’ll have to survive a couple more nights. But in separate rooms, at least in separate beds.

– Thanks for the food. It was amazing.

– You’re welcome. We’ll be going out a lot more, when we reach New York.

Go out? Much more? Is he thinking about spending the summer with you and Jack. You don’t get to think anything more about that, before Rumlow turns the key, and the car makes a strange noise. You look over at him, trying to turn the key again. Nothing happens.

– Wh… What’s wrong?

You try to sound confident. But you’re absolutely NOT! If the car broke down that means.. that… Fuck! You don’t even want to think about it.

– I don’t know. I’m not a fucking mechanic!

– Maybe find an Auto repair shop or something.

He doesn’t answer. He just exits the car. And walk back into the hotel. You put your music on, and start to read 50 Shades Darker. You don’t hear his door opening an closing. And this chapter that you’re reading is really captivating. He removes one of your air-pods. You jump!

– God! Stop scaring the shit out of me!

– Can’t get the car fixed tonight. I checked us in here. We’ll get car help, first thing tomorrow.

Great, another night, in the same bed. Fuck!

You get out of the car, and get your stuff together. When you turn around, to follow him, you walk straight into him. Your back against the car. His arms on both sides of you. His face dangerously close to yours. Then he dangles a key in front of you.

– I got you your own room.

You snatch the key from him.

– What? Am I supposed to say thank you?

He leans in closer again. You don’t move. Is he going to kiss you? Why did he get you your own room, if he’s going to do that?

– You can play with that little toy of yours all you want tonight..

His teasing words, and that stupid smirk make you boil inside. You push him away, and walk away from him. Not saying anything. Fucking arrogant, childish bastard!

– I’ll be right across the hall!

That’s the last thing you hear him say, before the doors to the lobby closes behind you.

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"𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐒."

izuku midoriya | friends older brother!izuku + college student!reader + f!reader + squirting + size kink + more! minors dni! does this count? as dark content?

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"It's simple: I'll stuff you full with two fingers, but they only do what simon says. Understand?"

“[Y/N?]”

“Uh, hey Izuku!” You smile, grip tightening around the strap to your bag. Izuku fills the doorway, broad shoulders kissing both sides of the frame, and you can’t help but feel minuscule in comparison. “Kota around?”

Izuku shakes his head, peering over his shoulder for a second before returning his attention to you with a click of his tongue. "Uh, no I think he's out with Eri. They should be back soon though...it's been a few hours."

"Shit," you curse under your breath. Your friend's older brother smiles in apology, biceps straining under his white tee.

"You need something?"

"Yeah," you nod, forcing your eyes back onto his, instead of the broad chest presented at eye-level. "Just my precalc book."

Izuku waits a second, thinking, before his palm claps against the doorframe and he's walking deeper into the house. "Come on in, then! I'm sure he won't mind."

You step into the house after him, and it's...weird. Weird being with your Kota's older brother without Kota there, because despite the thousands of times you've been in your best friend's house and as well as you know the greenette, you and Izuku have never been alone.

"Find it?"

You've been rummaging through Kota's room for a solid ten minutes and somehow still empty-handed, moving slowly in fear you'll see something you can't unsee. And hey, with Kota and Eri dating, anything's possible.

"No," you sigh, ready to give up rather than find a strap-on. "It's fine. I can just come to get it tomorrow or something."

"How soon do you need it?" The greenette asks, his forearms leaning against his younger brother's dresser. You take a seat on Kota's comforter instead, silently hoping you'll find your book by accidentally breaking your tailbone against the damn thing; you're a little disappointed when all your ass comes in contact with is a plush mattress.

"Like, tonight," you grieve, knowing that tomorrow morning, your math grade will suffer severely. "'S fine though. There's always another test."

Izuku snorts at that, crossing the room to take a seat next to you. The bed whines under his weight but doesn't collapse, and you feel a little bad to say you're surprised. Voice full of reminiscence, he sighs, "Ah, the college days."

You giggle, "You act like they're lightyears behind you."

"They might as well be," the greenette shrugs, before reaching behind your waist to steal a pillow. "Couldn't tell you a thing I learned."

You shrug trying to remember the last time you’ve felt prepared for a test, “Neither can I.”

Izuku chuckles and nods, though you’re convinced it’s because he has nothing to say. An awkward silence takes possession of the room by the neck, and you shift awkwardly, unsure of what to say that could give you an excuse to leave, or at least redirect his strange yet heavy gaze. As Izuku licks his lips, you notice how close you two actually are, as he's big to the point where your shoulders almost brush, but not quite.

"How um, hows your boyfriend?"

You scoff at that, but you suppose it's been a while since you and the greenette have talked one on one—and the last time you had, you weren't single.

"Oh uh, he's fine, I guess," you brush it off with a shrug and a wave, cringing at the thought of how that ended. "I don't know. We broke up a while ago, so."

"Oh sorry!" Izuku flushes and throws a hand over his mouth, and you giggle.

"You're fine. He was an asshole anyway," you chuck a laugh, but it's not really that funny. Frankly, he's left too many emotional scars to count, along with the ones healing from past exes. "I...don't have a good reputation when it comes to picking boyfriends."

“So, I’ve heard—no offense,” he says sheepishly, though you don't blame him. You've definitely had a few surprise visits caused by a nasty break-up or two, knowing this is the place you'll probably find both of your best friends hiding out. When Izuku speaks again, it’s borderline awkward as his eyes dart around the room, cheeks puffed and lips pursed in apprehension. “Found...anyone new?”

You frown, “Anyone new.”

“Yeah!” Izuku exclaims, and it’s almost encouraging. “Like a new boyfriend.”

“Oh,” you laugh, shaking your head. “Um, no. Like I said, I don’t have much luck with that type of stuff.”

Izuku snorts, rolling his eyes before he’s adjusting himself to lay on the pillow, half of his body upright. “I bet you do. You might not realize it, but you do.”

Now it’s your turn to snort and roll your eyes, leaning back on your hands with a huff. "You're just being nice, Izuku."

"No, seriously!" He props himself higher so you can see he really is serious, evergreen eyes locked and deadset, "Like—okay, and this might be a TMI or something, but how do they, y'know, and then be dicks, y'know?"

"They don't."

"They don't...what?"

"They don't...make me cum," you heave with great depression, despite the seemingly surface-level complaint. With wrists tightening around your ankles, you hate uncomfortably in the silence, and watch Izuku's mouth open and close, before it opens and closes again.

"Like...never?"

"No." You give him a weird look.

"But what about your last boyfriend? I thought he—"

"I don't know what you're looking for, Izuku," you chuckle, shaking your head. The greenette seems more pained than he is shocked, eyes wide with a big fat pout in place of a neutral face. "It's not like I haven't had an orgasm before. Just...not with someone else."

"That's not the same!" Izuku defends, slowly becoming more animated than you've ever seen him. "It's like...more passionate with another person, you know? And that makes everything a whole lot hotter."

"Thanks," you huff, mood souring more than it already has. Izuku's mouth stills once he realizes what he's essentially bragging, guilt clouding his face. As you exhale out of your nose, you can't escape feeling bad for snapping. "Look. I'm perfectly fine with being the only person to be able to make myself cum. It's not that deep."

"You sound like you expect no one to be able to," Izuku snorts with a raised eyebrow, shoulders bumping against yours. "You've just...had bad boyfriend luck. That doesn't mean no one's capable of doing it."

"Well," you click your tongue bitterly, because you've heard all of this before, and you're utterly tired of hearing it. "They've been able to make all their exes orgasm. And it's not like it even matters, relationships aren't abou—"

"I could do it."

"I—" you blink, shaking your head at the pure audacity of his request? Suggestion? Comment? Whatever the fuck. "Excuse me?"

"I—wait, listen," Izuku rushes like you're getting ready to book it the fuck out of there, sitting upright so his body is turned to yours. "You're...it's...I've been told I'm good with my fingers, right?"

And what a way to start a story.

"Izuku, in the nicest way, every guy is like this," you scoff, "He thinks he's all that just because a chick or two said you made her feel really good. I don't need to fake another orgasm."

"You won't have to," Izuku purrs cockily, leaning forwards on his hands and making you wonder where all of this is coming from. "Let's play a game of simon says, yeah?"

"Simon—" your chest collapses with a giggle of pure disbelief, "I'm not that much younger than you, you know."

"I wouldn't be offering if you were," the greenette reasons, eyes growing dark slowly, if any. "Yes or no?"

"What's the catch?" You bargain and Izuku huffs a laugh. You can feel it on your face.

"No catch, Pretty," he hums, and you can feel the vibrations in your fingers. "It's simple: I'll stuff you full with two fingers, but they only do what simon says. Understand?"

You gulp as Izuku lifts a hand—and a very large one, at that—and it's jagged and rough with scars and bulky knuckles. His free hand makes you grab his wrist and you're fingertips barely touch, but you’re pulling his hand south by your own volition.

“Gotta take your pants off first,” he chuckles, and you flush red. That would be helpful, yes.

It doesn't take long before they're off though, flung towards a corner somewhere—and this is when you realize that maybe, you shouldn't do this on Kota's bed.

"Izuku maybe we shoul—"

But before you can say anything else, he's pushing your panties to the side and shoving both fingers into you at once, eyebrows folding as he groans under his breath from the sensation.

"So wet already? Clearly, someone likes this more than they let on."

"I—what the fuck happened to simon says!" You yelp, but his fingers don't move. Izuku just beams like the deceptive asshole he is.

"Game starts now," is all he says, and you're huffing, propping yourself up on your elbows. Izuku's fingers might as well have knocked the wind out of you, lungs struggling to find room to breathe as he curls his fingers to tap directly onto your g-spot with worrying precision.

"Simon says um, move please," you grunt out. Izuku's fingers stay still, and you frown, kicking him in the thigh. "Hey, I sai—"

"You gotta be more specific than that, Pretty,” he says with a grin. You snarl. "Tell me what you want me to do to you."

"I..." you start, but it's fucking embarrassing, and you know Izuku feels you twitch around him when you say: "Can you um, fuck me with your fingers."

He doesn't move.

"Simon says fuck me with your fingers, asshole," you grunt with narrowed eyes, though they widen when he starts to pump his fingers in and out, chuckling when you shiver from the dexterity.

Except, his fingers move painfully slow, and you find yourself gritting your teeth at the speed when he doesn't make an effort to go any faster. You click your tongue—he's really going to make you request everything, isn't he?

"Simon says faster," you growl with a challenge burning in your eyes, and Izuku meets them with equal fire, fingers finally forgetting their torturous pace for a much quicker one. Finally.

"Fuck! Simo—simon says right t-there," your legs spread wider and Izuku makes more room for himself in between. He hums with dark eyes as you whimper and whine his name, writhing in his younger brother's sheets like they belong to him—like you belong to him.

"I wanna touch you all the time, you know," Izuku grunts before cursing at the sight of your wetness around his fingers. "Make you feel good, make you mine. I don't think Kota would approve, though."

"We don—" you wheeze and he places a hand next to your head, towering over you. The angle only gets better, your hands digging into the sheets as Izuku's fingers curl just right. "We don't have to tell him."

Izuku chuckles at that, chest rumbling as he leans in closer to the point where your noses nearly touch. "You dirty fucking girl."

You moan at that, hips bucking into his hand. You're so close and yet you need more, something else to push you over the edge for good. With a whimper behind a bitten lip, you say, "S-Simon says rub my clit."

Izuku's thumb falls upon your clit and you squeal from the amount of initial pressure, thighs jolting from the white-hot waves that pump through your bloodstream as his thumb moves in small, ever-quickening circles that have you gripping for Kota's comforter for dear life.

"Iz—Izuku I'm gonna—g-gonna cum," you pant, and he's ripping his hands away before you can even reach a hint of the edge. You glare at him out of pure and utter betrayal, and he beams.

"Simon didn't say, did he?"

Your mouth flies open before your brain has time to process it all, "Simon says make me cum, p-please, I need to—fuck!"

Izuku's stuffing you full with his fingers in an instant and his thumb returns to its rightful place.

"Yeah? You gonna cum for me, Pretty?" His hands somehow find the energy to speed up to the point where the clap of his palm against your pussy fills the room, slowly being replaced by a lewd squelch as you tighten around him. He chuckles when all you can do is whimper, grappling for his big shoulders as he says, "Oh, yes she is. So fucking close I can feel it."

You let out a broken moan and in a blink you're squirting, body buzzing as you make a big wet mess of Kota's sheets. It doesn't even register how screwed you two are because you're too busy wading waist-deep in the sea of Izuku's eyes, chest heaving in time with his as he gives you a look of pure awe. Not at what you've done, per se, but at you, and that's when you understand it—the passion.

"We should uh, probably clean up," Izuku flushes as he chuckles, cheeks pressing into the crescents of his face, and you find yourself smiling along with him. With a final click, he pulls his fingers out, gesturing to a circular wet spot on his now see-through shirt. "You made quite a mess."

Fuck the passion.

You shove your fists into his chest and Izuku laughs, pushing your hands away with his one dry free hand, wiping the wet one on Kota's sheets.

"Izuku!" You gasp, looking at the new and improved addition to your mess. The greenette shrugs.

"What? We're going to have to clean it anyway," he shrugs before assuming the dry spot to your right and nestling his forearms in the pillow to peck you on the forehead. Then he freezes.

"I uh...am I allowed to do that?"

You roll your eyes, grabbing him by his squirt-soaked shirt to pull him into a kiss. Izuku hums at that, suppressing the urge to smile as his big hands find their way to your waist. He's an annoyingly good kisser

"No, you're not," you say with swollen lips once you pull away. Izuku grins, teeth digging into his bottom lip as his eyes flutter to yours for a moment, before they're staring into your soul again.

"I like you," he boldly states, albeit quietly, like he's talking to your eyes and nothing else. "Like, a lot."

"I—" You start, but you're interrupted by a click of a lock and the sound of the front door opening. Shit.

"Oi! We're home, Izuku!"

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HELLO! i hope your having a good day :3

could you do a grian x reader wherein they are caving and grian like protects reader purrhaps :]]

My first ask! My day is going great, thanks :) Hope yours is too!

I also forgot to save while I was writing, so guess who had to rewrite half their story? This is the second time I’ve done that this week, except the previous time it was an exam paper… And I apologise for it being short and that it isn’t the best—I have so much schoolwork to get done that I didn’t get a chance to spend much time on it. Plus I’ve never really done requests—more just written whatever, so I apologise for it.. Credits to my friend @krazykatlyn for proofreading tho :3

Tw: Explosions (I wasn’t sure whether to include this but better to be safe than sorry—I've heard tumblr can be pretty toxic sometimes)

Anyway I hope you like it :))) …

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You had always loved caving, despite your habit of getting lost, and after the moon crashed you had been blessed with so many new kinds of caves to explore, not to mention easy access to materials for building and ores for armour and tools. But you never go caving alone—Grian always accompanies you.

You and the avian had both started together in Season Six. You had been with him through every war, every prank, and every build. He was Hermitcraft—the two were inseparable in your mind. Did it mean he often took your stuff? Absolutely. Did it mean if he felt like mischief he'd drag you into it? You’d never say no to an AFK prank! Did it mean he’s grown oddly protective of you? You could say that…

You glanced over your shoulder to look at him, hunched over a crafting table, and humming softly to himself—he often did when he was working. You find it strangely endearing. You walk over to him and drape yourself over his shoulder. ‘What’re you making?’

He turned to you, grinning from ear to ear, his wings pulled back behind him. ‘Mining deepslate is boring—learnt that the hard way last season,’ he said slyly. Cheapslate was still to this day the shop he most regretted making. ‘So I thought I could speed it up a little.’ He tossed a stack of TNT to you. ‘Get placing!’

You mumbled a complaint, but went and did as he said. Nothing could go wrong—you were just speeding up the process. That’s exactly what a redstone farm is! Only, this is more likely to result in a whole lot of lag and you losing everything you’ve worked hard for over the past few hours.

A gentle hiss pulls your mind from your inattentive state. Grian must have lit his TNT already. How did he place it all so quickly? When you feel an explosion push you into the air, you know that’s not Grian. ‘Damn it!’ you exclaim, as the force of the creeper explosion pushes you back. Another loud hiss drowns you. That can’t be good. All you can do is stare in horror as you see your TNT go off.

You let out a cry as you see the blinding light, followed by the impact and heat enveloping you. But you feel no pain, no hurt. Your eyes feel heavy like Etho’s shulkers after resource gathering, refusing to open despite your best efforts. All you manage to catch is a familiar blur of red, blue, and yellow enveloping you, blocking the blow and pulling you away at lightning speed.

‘Grian,’ you said softly, pulling into his embrace as well as you can, your vision blurring.

You feel his grip around you tighten as your senses begin to fail. ‘I’ve got you, (y/n), don’t worry.

‘And I’m not letting you go.’

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threepointseven · 3 years

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Home(Dinner Part 2)

Im shortening the exchange students name to S/N AKA student name

Sorry i forgot to answer the person who actually requested this @kurooandkarmaswife thank you sm for requesting! I hope you enjoy 😩

Also lets pretend you cant have more than 1 pact with a human cause yeah. If you havent read Dinner yet go read it since you’ll really only understand this if u read the first part

Fandom: Obey me!

Pairing: not really with anyone but has subtle undertones of solomon & Simeon x reader

Length: sort of long

Genre: Angst with comfort

Gn! Reader and exchange student!

Part three!

Dinner last night, was, well...pretty terrible. I ended up waking up at 2 am to the brothers STILL not home. Apparently even Diavolo had taken a liking to the new exchange student.

A day goes by and finally i get to meet the new exchange student.

Whoah

Is all i can think. I walk into the living room unnoticed as everyone is talking to the new exchange student, i wouldnt blame them.

They look incredible.

I felt a hint of jealousy wash over me. Seeing Mammon, Asmo’s and Beel’s joyful laughs as they talk to them. Their voice was ever so gentle, it’s what i imagine spring to sound like.

I tried forgetting about my distasteful thoughts of jealousy and walked over to them.

“Goodmorning!”

I called out to try and grab their attention

“Oh, MC! I didnt see you there;;”

Asmo said to me as he was taking selfies with the new exchange student

“This is the new exchange student”

Beel smiled

“Hi! My name is MC”

I happily introduced myself

“My name is S/N”

They brought their hand out and i shook it in return. Their eyes were ever so sweet, i felt the sadness come over me as i wore a soft smile.

Something tells me this wont end well.

Weeks go by as i barely get to see the brothers anymore. They’re always around S/N. I find myself longing the brothers touch. The random emergency texts i get from mammon, calls from Asmo asking me if i wanted to go to a club, Belphie always dragging me to his room to take a nap, Beel’s adorable goodnight texts, Lucifer’s complaints about work, Satan’s library dates, And levi’s rants about a certain anime he just watched.. i missed it all.

I guess i missed the warmth and the constant attention i got from them. The attention thats now being directed at S/N.

The new feeling of emptiness leads me to the Purgatory hall, a place i’ve been to quite often after S/N had won over the brothers.

I enter the room praying that i dont see S/N hogging Luke, Solomon, and Simeon’s attention....

What?

Did i just think that?

Am i that jealous?

Have i gotten so used to being in the spotlight that suddenly i become like this when not in the center?

Its an unpleasant feeling and i try to snap myself out of it as i see Simeon, Luke, and Solomon all happily seated on the couch drinking tea and eating pastries Luke made.

“MC! Hey!!”

Luke happily greets me as well as Solomon and Simeon. Im pulled to the couch as im seated next to Luke. I take a bite of the pastry and embrace the comfort of the sugary sweets.

The conversation goes on for a long time as hours go by. Soon enough the entire tray of pastries and tea are long gone.

As the clock hits 8 PM i realize ive been at the Purgatory hall for too long now. Excusing myself i go back to the house of Lamentation to be once again greeted by smiling faces and S/N laying out plates filled with food for the brothers.

The brothers quarrels, Satan’s face of annoyance, Asmo’s whining... The smell of warm food on the dinner table being handed out....

As i hide from the view of the brothers and S/N i look back to when it would to be me that made everyone dinner and calmed them down.

My chair.

My chair had been occupied by S/N,

What?

Did they expect me to sit on the floor for dinner or something?

As i slowly walked to my room i heard the deep voice of Lucifer

“Oh MC,,, sorry S/N is sitting on your spot, we thought you were gonna go to the purgatory hall for dinner tonight. We do apologize”

As i feel my throat closing up i smile and say in a bubbly tone

“Oh it’s fine! I was actually gonna go out with my friends for dinner anyways! I was just getting something from my room, i’ll be out in a sec!”

Lucifer gave me a warm smile and continued conversing with S/N

As i went to my room i started to realize the situation here. I’ve been replaced. I mean who wouldn’t replace me when the actual definition of an angel was right in front of them with their welcoming arms open.

As soon as i got to my room salty tears trailed down my cheeks,

Jealousy?

Sadness?

Anger?

Whatever the emotion was i wasn’t having it. Unlocking my DDD to be greeted by the wallpaper of me and the brothers all dressed up for a ball we went to together once. i tried to hold back my few tears as i called Solomon, a dear friend of mine.

“Hey solomon!!”

“Oh, yes MC? Is there anything you need?”

“I know i just left the purgatory hall but could I possibly stay there for the night?”

“Oh, of course! I dont exactly know why but Luke’s already whining about how you stayed for too little.”

“I’ll be right over”

I hung up the phone, my tears stopping after i heard that comforting voice of his.

That night i stayed at the purgatory hall, happily sleeping next to Luke, lulling him to sleep.

The purgatory hall became my escape. Solomon always made me laugh, Simeon always made sure i felt welcome there and Luke was practically my adopted son after how long i could stay with him.

As i went about the kitchen helping Luke make a pastry i showed him from the human world a strange feeling washed over me. The feeling of something being erased from my my soul, something was fading away. That something felt like it was piercing my soul.

I look around my body to see what it is. As i look around i see it.

My pact marks are starting to fade

I panic as i excuse myself and go back to the house of lamentation.

As i silently enter the room i hear the faint sound of the brothers, they’re discussing something.

“Cmon Satan you’ve gotta be quick! What if they find out?!”

“Removing a pact isnt that easy Mammon.”

As i listen more i realize what it is.

They’re trying to break my pact with me.

And for what exactly?

Because they want one with someone else.

That someone being S/N

It hurt. Who wouldn’t be hurt? tears flowed from my eyes in record time as i tiredly walk outside.

Devildom was a place the brothers always told me to beware of, but right now i couldnt care less.

While i walked around the town with puffy eyes and the stinging feeling of my pact marks being removed, i hear a certain group of people call my name, i look back to see Luke, Solomon and Simeon’s smiles quickly turn into frowns as they see my tears

“What’s wrong MC?!”

Luke worriedly asks

Unable to hold it in i tell Them.

“The brothers are trying to break my pact with them, they want one with S/N apparently. Im afraid i’ve been replaced by that saint..”

Solomon and Simeon’s face turn into faces of empathy while Luke’s turned quite sour

As Simeon came closer to me and pulled me close into a hugged he mumbles out a comforting phrase

“Whatever happens MC, you’ll always be welcome at the purgatory hall.”

The sentence made my stomach overflow with butterflies. I happily hug back, quickly accepting the purgatory hall as my new and improved home.

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kimetsu-no-imagines · 3 years

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submission request

its ur bf write me rengoku porn rn before i kiss you in electrical- u know what i want 😩 ——————————————————————————- a/n : !!!!!! anything for u babe!!!!! a request from my bf,,,,,,,how special,,,,especially when haven’t written on here in forever,,,,,, warnings ; mugen train spoilers!!!!!!!!!! s o m a n y!!!!!! mentions of rengoku/akaza fight, alternate universe where rengoku lives it’s what we all want anyway, pre-established relationship/rengoku is your husband, breeding/pregnancy kink, rengoku living and dying (figuratively) between your legs, “dirty” talk but rengoku is such a loving man i don’t think it should even be called that here, uhhhh body worship but with his eyes? its very vague but it is there, boy just loves you okay, also none of this is proof read or anything if that matters word count ; 2,728

I’m Home

When you first hear about it, of course, like his fellow pillars, you’re terrified-thankful, naturally, that your husband at least hasn’t died, but the crow sent to inform you of the events of his mission, of his injuries, doesn’t exactly try to sugar coat anything, not even for you, his spouse.

Skull fractures from dodging the punch that would have smashed his eye completely, broken ribs from dodging yet another hit that, if he hadn’t moved back fast enough, would have gone through him and killed him-the details were gruesome, they were bone-chilling, it wasn’t as if you or anyone particularly enjoyed hearing about it, but one thing was for certain-you were relieved not to have lost him to this, to have lost anyone. Tanjiro and the others were so strong, so hard-working, and they were so young, with so much to live for-you couldn’t imagine how you’d feel if anything had happened to them, either.

There’s so much about it that pains you-not being able to have your husband home with you after he’d already been so busy with this mission and the ones before it, knowing how injured he was and how long it’d take him to recover at the Butterfly Estate, it was all… Torture. Not that you couldn’t go see him, of course-but Shinobu urged you to stay home and relax, you wouldn’t want to see him in the state that he was in, she promised you that much. Her crow did come by to personally update you on his condition every day or so, though-that was at least some amount of relief.

… Or, it would have been. You hadn’t seen any crow come by in a week or so, to the day-and yes, you kept track, because of course you did, you were an anxious wreck, and it’d already been months of your husband steadily recovering, or so you thought. Had he died from his injuries? Did something happen to the estate, were more people hurt? … Well. You supposed that was a silly thought, she lived so close to the Master’s own residence-no demon could get close enough to hurt them, with all the wisteria around both places.

You were so used to having your husband around to calm you when you thought about the worst things, like this-your heart hurt with anxiety and worry. What could you do but stand outside by the door, every day, for hours, just waiting for some sign, of a crow, of Shinobu herself, of anything?

It was another day that had gone by just like that-your feet and legs ached from keeping yourself up for so long, dried tear trails staining the sides of your face-you knew it was silly of you, you knew you should have tried to be at least a little stronger, for him if no one else, but… You just couldn’t help it. You hated this. You just wanted your husband back.

A dejected sigh leaves you as you watch the sun set for just one more moment before turning to go back inside, tears stinging at the corners of your eyes again-maybe tomorrow you’ll go up to Shinobu’s estate yourself. You couldn’t stand this for another–

“Hahaha! Now isn’t this strange! You’re running away from me!”

Your heart stops, and you freeze in place. What?

You feel him before you can turn to see him-chest pressed against your back, though soon you’re spun around and pulled up into a crushing hug anyway, and it’s all you can do to immediately start sobbing into your husband’s brightly-colored hair as you’re held.

“… Hello, my sweet,” His voice is no longer booming and jovial like it was a moment ago, but soft, gentle and meant only for you, as he squeezes you to him-you want to worry about the injuries he was supposed to be recovering from still, but you don’t want this to end, either. You suppose, he must have just been coming around the corner and through the gate when you turned to go inside-not that it mattered, all that did matter was that he was… Here, holding you.

“You must have missed me terribly!” All hearty, he laughs with you again, even if all you can do is cry in his arms while he rubs soothingly at your back, “But of course I missed you terribly too! I tried many times to sneak out and come home to you, but Shinobu or one of the other girls always caught me-”

You missed his voice dearly, you did-and you were still crying, but you couldn’t help but lean up and kiss him. It was something you usually did to quiet him, for sure, but right now you just… Needed him. And he didn’t seem to mind, hands happily and readily sliding down to hoist you up into his arms, never breaking from you as he carried you into your home.

“… Such a beautiful shouldn’t have quite so many tears upon it, you know,”He mumbles gently against your lips, and you sniffle as you finally reach up to start wiping at them, “I-I just missed you so much, Kyojuro, I was so scared-you were almost-you could have-”

“But I didn’t, and I won’t.” He interrupts you sweetly, but firmly nonetheless, shaking his head at you, “I am fine. I am healed, my love. I am still here to fulfill my duties-and I always will be. That includes my duties to you as your husband.”

“I…” It doesn’t feel like you should believe it-after what you’d heard of his battle, knowing he’d even just encountered an Upper Moon demon, this felt too good to be real or true, and yet… There’s such certainty and finality blazing in his eyes as he stares at you, all you can do is nod.

“… Alright.”

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… Really, all you had intended to do this evening, now that you had your husband home with you, was cook him his favorite meal and go to sleep with him, in his arms, for the first time in who knew how long, at this point. Truthfully, that had been your only goal. You wanted him to rest, no matter how many times he told you just how fully recovered he was through the mouthfuls of sweet potato you so lovingly prepared for him-and yet… And yet…

Well, you suppose you simply didn’t account for him wanting… Dessert.

“It’s been so long,” The words are mumbled around you, your flesh, as he greedily, really voraciously eats and licks you up from between your legs-you’d already known him to be feral when presented with the sweet treat only you could provide him with, but this was something else entirely, “-it’s been too long, my love, don’t you understand how very hungry I am?”

You don’t, but by no means are you going to let that stop either of you. You missed his mouth just as much as he missed your taste.

“K-Kyojuro-Kyojuro, I’m-Kyo–”

… He’s never been one to tease or deny you. And yet just as you’re about to cum, so close to the edge you could have tasted it yourself, he’s pulling away from you. His lips and chin and… Well, his face, in general, are so shiny with you-you easily forget your frustration and get lost in the blissful look in his eyes as he cleans himself with his tongue. “While you certainly are the most delicious thing in this world, my sweet,” He crawls up the length of your body so quickly, so desperate to smash his lips to your own, “-as I’ve told you, it’s been far too long. I want to feel you cum around my cock this evening. But I’m sure you have no complaint either way?” Any other day, you’d want to hit him, to get that cheeky look off of his face, but… You also can’t say you don’t want that. Maybe you really don’t have any complaints either way. “… You’re awful,” You huff up at him, but you nod, “… But alright.” … And yet he stays still. It would be so easy-you’re properly soaked, and the pair of you are completely naked, and yet your infuriating husband is just… Sitting there, hovering over you with a smile on his face. It’s a soft, loving smile-but you’ve known him so long, you don’t miss the mischief in his eyes. “… Can I not admire you, my beautiful spouse? Even for a moment, after I’ve been gone from you for so very long?” It’s not a crime for him to stare at you so adoringly-really, you’d love it if you weren’t as damn horny as you were. But... It has been a long time. He’s teasing, but as much as that’s true, you know he’s being earnest, too-his eyes flicker all over your form so carefully, meticulously re-memorizing every tiny detail about you. “... Even more beautiful then before I left you, dear one,” The way he murmurs it, so absently, it’s almost more like he’s saying it to himself, but his eyes raised to bore back into yours after a minute-clearly, he wants you to hear every word of what he’s saying, absent or not. “... Would you like to know something I thought about while I was away?” His love renders you breathless, speechless-it’s all you can do to nod up at him. “During the brief hours of respite I would get, I would think to myself... What would it be like to come back to you, our home... How would it feel, the joy of it all... And then, another thought had started to occur to me,” A sharp gasp tears through you as you feel a few fingers suddenly and swiftly beginning their work at stretching you out-sneaky man, he’d distracted you from his hands with his voice, and even then, he kept talking like he hadn’t done anything, “... What would it be like if I could come home to the sight of you all swollen and glowing with our child...?” Those words rob you of whatever meager amount of breath you had managed to regain. With your child...? “... Oh, my love, you squeezed my fingers so nicely just now,” He marvels at the sight, the feeling of you, worrying his lip between his teeth-you’re so pretty like this, is what he wants to say, but his mind is suddenly consumed by the thought he’d put into both your heads a moment ago. You, glowing with the product of your love in your stomach. You don’t fail to notice the twitching of his cock where it hangs all hard between his legs. “Do you like the sound of that, then...? Do you want to carry my children, our children, my dear one? I’ll give it to you if you just say the word-after all, what poor excuse of a husband would I be if I didn’t?” His fingers move in and out of you faster, frantic and eager to prepare you for him, now, as he almost rambles on like that-his words set your body, your insides, on fire. You do want it, you realize-it’s not something you’d given much thought to before, but here, like this, right now after spending so much time worrying about losing him? You really do want nothing more. “P-p-please, please Kyojuro, I want-please give me your children, I want it, I want you, please make me pregnant, my husband, please-” It’s not meant to egg him on, truly it isn’t-you just can’t help but beg with how badly you want it yourself. But that doesn’t mean you don’t delight in the way he seems to snap, just the slightest bit, above you, quickly removing his fingers from you to replace them with his cock-what you’d been waiting for since he laid you down in bed earlier. That felt like an eternity ago right now, though. The stretch isn’t an uncomfortable one, with the care he’d still taken to prepare you-you missed it, if anything, you missed him. And it’s clear that he feels the same-he’s gone so tense above you, arms trembling on either side of you with the restraint it takes not to move. Somehow, he still manages to keep up that bright smile of his, too. “Do tell me when I can move, my love. This is a bit unbearable with how lovely you feel!” ... As hazy as your mind was with pleasure, you couldn’t help but giggle. Even now, your husband was so... Endearing. So cute. Your bring your hands up to hold his face as you nod your head eagerly, over and over, “Please, Kyojuro-please, I want it,” You can see that he wants to worry about you, wants to ask you again to make sure-but he can’t, his body betrays him, his hips instantly slotting themselves against your own, pulling back only to quickly bring themselves back down, his cock pressing and rubbing against every bit of your insides as it moves in and out of you, over and over and over, so fast-and your husband hardly even breaks a sweat. ... His being a demon slayer, and a pillar, at that, had its perks, you supposed. His stamina was one of them. But he seemed to already be losing his composure, too, with just how long it’d been since you’d gotten to be so close. “This-this is embarrassing, haha-I feel like I could burst at any moment already-just-just thinking about how-utterly perfect you’d look, ah-” His hips stutter, and he stills for a second, to keep his own pleasure at bay for a moment-though he makes up for it with the hand that shoots down to rub and stroke at what his cock isn’t already touching, “-goodness gracious-how perfect you’d look, pregnant, my love-” As if you aren’t ready to burst, yourself. Did he suddenly forget about denying you mere minutes ago...? “M-my husband-my husband, Kyojuro, please, m-me too, just go ahead, please-please give me your child, give it to me, please-” “You’re really as difficult as you are beautiful!” The very wind is knocked out of you as you find your legs suddenly on either side of your head, as he fucks into you with a very renewed, fittingly fiery sense of vigor and passion, grunting freely every time he feels you wrap around him again and again, “I truly did want to take my time with you this evening, my sweet-how irresistible you are like this-I’ll have to savor you another time-” This position, the wildness in his eyes, the feeling and the sight of him-yes, the sight of him, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t see the bulge appearing and disappearing from your stomach-fucking into you desperately, all of it is far too much for you, far too overwhelming, but of course he revels above you in the way you clamp down on him and make a sudden, abrupt mess all over the pair of you, not to mention the futon underneath you. “So beautiful-so beautiful like this, my love-I-just the sight of you, you’re going to make me-goodness-” He leans over you and folds you in half even further, nose brushing against your neck, “I-I’m going to-I’m going to give it to you now, alright? I swear it, my love, my dear one, I’ll-I’ll get you pregnant, I promise, I promise, I--” It’s so intense, he almost roars as it washes over him, as he fills you up so completely it leaks out of you, with how long its been since either of you had any form of... Release. Your legs are released, and they flop numbly down against the plush futon beneath you-your husband can barely keep himself up, but he at least tries to be careful as he collapses against you, chuckling so happily against your shoulder while you can hardly keep your eyes open, let alone say anything. You wish you had the sense what was apparently so... Funny, right now. “... I love you, _____.” The biggest wave of tranquility falls over you, hearing those words. You can’t quite say much of anything still, but he knows-he sees it in your eyes when he looks up at your face. You love him too. Right now, that’s all he needs. “I really am so happy to be home, dear one.”

#demon slayer kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #demon slayer imagines #rengoku kyojuro #rengoku x reader #rengoku smut #demon slayer smut #submission

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spikesbimbo · 3 years

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Drunk in Love

Summary: Getting drunk and confessing your love for your “boy” friend and fucking him was most definitely not what you expected to go down on the usual night.

Pairing: Issei Matusukawa x Reader

Tags: Timeskip!Tattoed Mattsun, softdom!issei Hurt/comfort, friends to lovers, smut, fluff, virgin!reader, Unptrotected sex, non-penetrative sex, fingering, oral, pussy/thigh job, clit slapping, sweet dirty talk, praise, drunk sex

Word count: 7.2k

A/N: I heard pussy job and I wrote a whole ass novel

18+ Minors DNI

You run your finger over the condensation of your empty drink, drawing shapes (or what you thought to be shapes, you couldn’t tell at this point) waiting for your dear friend, Makki to bring you a refill of your cocktail.

“Here ya go.” Makki said as he returned with your beloved Malibu Sunset. The smooth coconut rum bringing you back to your first and favorite drink that you ever got drunk on in high school. You smiling at the memory

“Thanks.” you say. Your reply being mumbled by the liquid already in your mouth.

This all started with Iwaizumi calling Mattsun up, you and Makki hearing “You wanna get wasted?” on the other side of the phone. And with pleasure, you two were already packing your stuff up, shoving yalls “pregame” bottles back in the bag. The three of you made your happy way there climbing through the fence of the abandoned skate park you were in. Needles to say it was abandoned for a reason, but what’s life without a little danger.

You three and the rest of the third years have been friends since high school, meeting in freshman year, and now including Oikawa’s girlfriend. You actually didn’t like Oikawa at first, his “pretty boy” demeanor making you internally cringe. But his personality grew quickly on you, being the perfect target to tease you and Iwa clowning him over everything.

Now back to you on your nth drink, complaining about your previous job that fired you because u got injured, even though you know you wouldn’t have lasted long there anyways because you weren’t that academically inclined. Bright? Whatever you wanted to call it.

And as-usual it wasn’t long before your crybaby ass immediately called Makki and Issei and “tried” your best to tell them what happed with your dramatic self-induced tears running down you race, while Makki urged to you to try to calm down and Issei straight up laughing at the state your were in, snot running out of your nose. You recoiling at the thought, hoping they forgot. (Spoiler, they didn’t)

But now you nanny for a rich couple and you get payed good to play with cute babies all day, sounds good to you! Luckily, you had the week off due to them going on a vacation, you think it was France, no, the south of France. Must be nice.

Cue to now, Mattsun chuckling and leaning on you and Iwaizumi; both of you, especially Iwa, being visibly done with his shit. Him reminding you about the times you bought him some random shit, which you went out of your way for since he always payed for you, like that chopper keychain because you said it reminder you of him.

He didn’t know what compelled you to say his 6’2, tattooed built self looked like a tiny reindeer but okay. It still meant a lot to him, hooking it onto his motorcycle keys. But you knew he appreciated it, despite his appearance he’s a softie.

“You wanna try this’” He says gaining his composure offering you one of the shots he got.

You took one of the mini glasses, not being the type to back down and promptly swung the drink to the back of your mouth, quickly coughing before it even reached your throat.

“This shit is fucking gross.” You coughed out bringing the glass down from your lips.

“Imagine being sober. Can’t relate.” He said taking another shot.

“I guess I should do that but ive passed the point of giving a fuck” You said sending yall into a giggling fit while somehow Makki was thrown in to support yall from falling over. You two carry on laughing ignoring everyone’s stares at you thinking about how much yall fit perfectly together.

Makki rearranges himself to sit back in his chair, far away, from the both of you, whispering “Damn. I’m really third wheeling.” under his breath. Getting a snicker out of Oikawa sitting next to him.

“When your best friends are ignoring you. Sad times.” He continues bringing his bottle to his mouth getting no response.

Issei chuckles and gets up shoving his hands in his pocket reaching for the cigarettes. Pulling them out while failing to find his lighter

“Fuck.” He muttered

“Any’all got a light?”

No one responds so you sacrifice yourself “Yeah” you say reaching into your pocket grabbing out your prized possession of a hot pink, bedazzled lighter that you did yourself, reaching out to hand it to him.

“Don’t lose it” you stated seriously trying not to break a smile.

“K’ sweet cheeks.” He said smirking into the butt between his lips as he walked away. Your face now burning up, hoping that everyone would think it was because of the alcohol.

You mind wanders, thinking about the “dates” you two go on, from watching shows you “forcing” him to watch some romantic anime, to going to the skatepark, to playing video games with the rest of the 3rd years (which you don’t really like but you’ll play for him) and him surprising you with takeout, you bringing out candles trying your best to make it cute with him telling u everything you everything about his day.

And you always tried to remain calm, even though sometimes he deserved to get his ass beat, like that one time he broke one of your favorite pair of heels. It honestly hurt him even more, he wanted you to get mad at him but no, you just acted like nothing happened. Making the guilt rise in him. Let’s just say didn’t have to lift a finger for the next few weeks.

You basically babied him, taking care of all his “chores”, mainly making him food when you were at his place knowing he hated doing it. Makki teasing you for acting like his housewife, leading to you slapping the shit outta him while trying to cover your now red cheeks.

You’ve never been so grateful for your attire at the moment, blessing yourself for not wearing your usual outfits of short skirts and cute tops, defending yourself saying what housewife dresses in beat up vans and baggy clothes. You definitely not imaging yourself in that position for the rest of the day.

You expressed that you just liked to take care of people, which was true. You always looked out for them, bringing an extra umbrella, to bringing cookies you made at 2 in the morning to school, always carrying band-aids (yes, the paw patrol ones you took from the kids you babysit).

You checked the time on your phone seeing it was late since the sun at last went down, your lock screen being your dogs to their complaint since they have a group photos of you all from high school as theirs. To which you replied “They’re my babies” getting a groan and huff out of them.

Seeing the notifications of your group chat you grinned at the contact name you and Issei gave each other; yall jokingly call each other pet names, his contact being honeybun and yours being pumpkin, even including Makki in your contacts as pudding bc then it wasn’t weird, right? no.

“What’re you smiling at y/n?” Oikawa cheekily asks teasing you. You turn to him giving him a dirty look, not having enough energy to deal him right now.

“Don’t listen to his bullshit.” Oikawa’s girlfriend says. You’re thankful for her. She was always on your side, being the only other girl in your friend group. To be honest you just wanted her and you to hang out most of the time, but of course to your disapproval her boyfriend and his friends had to join in.

“Fuck this. Fuck you. I’m sleeping.” You say getting up to her objection, the only thing on your mind wanting to retire for the night.

“You sure you’ll be fine? Let us at least walk you home.” She said already grabbing her boyfriend’s arm.

“Nah, im good. I live right down the road.” You try to say not slurring. The last thing you want is him teasing you even more, especially in this state, knowing you, you’d probably start crying at the slightest irritation when youre this drunk.

You started to “walk” towards your house resting your hand against the brick walls to not lose your balance, leading you to run into Issei. You stopped to watch him lean against the alley holding a cigarette between his index and middle finger.

“I’m hiding like a bitch” He says noticing you, resting his weight against the wall.

“Wanna be a bitch with me? He grinned blowing out the smoke out with his words.

You didn’t reply, just walking over to him, just being around him made you feel warm.

"Fuck its windy.” He says trying to light a new cig.

“C’you make me a house?” He asks.

You go up and put your hands around his cigarette, this not being your first time. Your hands wrap a little tighter to prevent the wind from burning out his flame. He joins you with his free hand helping, finally getting his cig to light.

“Thanks doll” He smirks.

“No problem princess.” You reply earning a laugh out of him.

He takes his first hit with his and your hands still wrapped around it. He gets an up-close look at your hands, noticing how tiny they were, seeing all the scars that he never noticed, making a mental note to ask you how you got them later.

His head gets close to yours for the first time in a while due to his height. You glance at his face, noticing his features seeing some stubble growing on his face.

“You ain’t shave?” You ask, never seeing it in the past, while he was moving back up, blowing the smoke away from you.

“What, you don’t like my majestic beard? “He jokes. Making you giggle almost losing your balance before catching yourself on the wall.

“s’too much work.” He starts. “You wanna shave it for me?” he says slightly leaning towards you. Handing you back your lighter knowing you didn’t need him to carry it because your pants actually had pockets in them for once.

You let out a soft laugh not responding again. He catches on, you got quiet when you were tired and he made out that you were walking towards your house.

“You going home?” he asks already knowing the answer.

“Yeah.” You respond more than happy to have him walk you back, him already moving to walk next to you.

He walks you home, you two talking about random shit, both of you forgetting about your skateboards leaving Makki to deal with them. And even though you’re drunk as fuck you’re still in the right state of mind, carrying a normal conversation with him. But just because you’ve built a tolerance doesn’t mean you can do basic tasks, like walk correctly.

When he reaches your house, he types in the keycode, your first dogs birthday, being glad that you, him and Makki have each other’s memorized.

He leads you into you house setting you on the couch, petting your dogs that ran up to him.

“Mommy’s not feeling too good” He said giving them the affection they deserved.

“Yes I am.” You slurred getting them attention on you now.

He walked over to your counter putting on the playlist that you two made together on shuffle, High fashion being the first to play. You didn’t like when it was quiet because too many thoughts would run though your head. You were in no way sad, singing the lyrics while you were laughing barely being able to hold yourself up as proof.

Remembering you were tired, he takes you off the couch and borderline carries you to your room, , setting you on your plush blankets that you had so many of because it was warm and comfy.

“Easy, there. Try to sit up.”He said, trying to ask you what draws your pj’s were in because he didn’t want to snoop around; neither of you being bothered that you were half naked, what’s the difference between panties and a bikini, he thought remembering the times you’ve been to the beach together.

Well it was maybe the fact that you were clinging onto him because u stumbled into him and he was closest stable thing around and you wouldn’t let go because it was cold and you couldn’t stop shaking.

He ignores his thoughts and grabs the shirt he got out figuring you don’t need to change your bra because you told him and Makki that it was normal to keep it on for a few days after they were in awe as you were explaining how expensive they were. You calling Oikawa’s girlfriend to prove your point as she immediately agreed with you…Sometimes you might have got a little too comfortable with them.

You hear the song in the background change to Love Songs, you humming along, “Hope you smile when you listen.”

You were still holding on to him, your boobs squeezing against him, him only being able to put a t-shirt on you, while you looked up at him with your red glossy eyes making him burn up.

You fidget timidly with your face now in his chest while gripping his sweater. Trying to build up the little courage you had. He tilts your head up making you look at him, wondering what you were thinking about.

You try to express yourself, but you can’t get the words out him having no idea what is going on in your head at the moment.

“It’s okay to be nervous sometimes. Tell me” He gently says reading your body language. He was intuitive, so there was no way you could hide your feelings from him.

But you knew you could trust him, him having full self-control, always staying collected and following through on what he said he’d do. He went out of his way to avoid any friction coming between you two, him never raising his voice or starting an argument.

“We need to talk.” You started. “About something important.”

“Ok…What is it?” He questioned rubbing his hands on your back. You were so nervous, were you really about to say this? Confess your feelings that you’ve pushed to the back of your heart for so long?

“I… I l… I love your face. And the stuff in it. and around it.” You spoke, being surprised you did it stutter.

He stood there, hands stopped moving trying to process what you just said.

“Just you, in general…” You finally confess trying to state three things at once barely getting your words out.

But he understood exactly what you meant, or maybe he was warping what you said to fit what he wanted.

"I don’t even know when I started liking you, but this shit won't go away." You restated

Nope. He clearly just heard you say that.

He doesn’t understand what’s so different about today. Yall have been in this scenario multiple times taking care of each other, sometimes including another into the mix.

You didn’t understand either. You just felt like the time was right, even though you know it wasn’t the best idea to confess while you were drunk off your ass.

But you couldn’t help it, your feelings overflowing, which you never until this day let get the best of you, being vulnerable and trusting is not your usual . Youve never even had a crush on anyone, him being to only in your whole life to make you blush.

Who you been vibin' wit and why I can't make you mine?

You should have seen the signs that you feel for him when he helped that lady that lives down the street from him set up her Christmas lights or when he first met your dog that wasn’t fond of men, but it instantly liked him. And you loved his selflessness it was something you admired and applauded.

“y/n” He tries talking you down, making sure you weren’t just saying this because of alcohol, deep down knowing he felt the same, you always being in the back of his mind.

You were generous with your time too, always being there for him. You knew he was softer than he appeared, he was tender, sensitive and vulnerable. He tried his hardest to not get into situations where anyone would get hurt, like breakups, arguments, and so on.

Which is why he won’t make the first move. He pushes his feelings to the back of his head. He values your friendship more than anything, but he can see what develops. If love is meant to be, it will happen.

I told you I am down for the worse or the better. But I keep sticking to you cause them four stupid letters

“You make me so happy. And I’ll always care about you. Okay? He says breaking the silence, trying to reassure you.

“You mean so much to me—something I can’t even put into words because nothing can compare- I’ve wanted you since that day you tripped and bust your ass in the school hallway I still want you even though you drive me insane.”

“Iss-“ You tried to get out only to have him continue talking over you.

"I love that you can’t leave the house without a jacket. I love the wrinkles that appear on your forehead after you call me crazy. I love that it takes you hours to get ready. I love that you always know how to make me feel better. I love that even when you don’t agree with my decisions you always trust me to make them. I love that when I spend a day with you, I can still smell you on my clothes; and I love that you are the last person I think of before I go to sleep at night."

You stood there awestruck for what feels like eternity until you mustered the bravery to speak “I didn’t expect you to feel the same way-” You said, being dumbfounded because from what you’ve seen treats everyone “nice”, were you really getting special treatment?

He tilts your chin up, locking his dark eyes with yours. “Baby I don’t know if your notice but you and Makki are my only people that aren’t my family that call me my first name.”

He has a point. You think pushing yourself more into him, trying to fuse your bodies together to hide, not relaxing what you were doing to him. He tries to nudge your legs to the side but you won’t let go still clinging onto him.

“fuck” He groans. You pulling back wondering why until you looked down and noticed. A smirk appeared on your face as you reattached your self to him like velcro. You were feeling bold, the liquid courage still in your system driving you to slide your fingers down his chest, looking him in the eyes before stopping at his waistband.

He knows what you’re doing, him being in this position multiple times. Does he really want to ruin your friendship like this? He hasn’t even asked you to be his girlfriend. He tries to push you off him already knowing you were gonna complain. But what he didn’t expect was for you to whimper out his name in that pretty voice of yours.

He tried to keep his calm, blood already rushing down. “You know what you’re doing”

“yeah” You start.

“y’don’t want me?” Giving him your pouty face that you know he’s weak for, hoping that’ll work, insecurity piling up. Was it because your boobs weren’t that big or that fact that you were dressed like man? Was he not attracted to you right now, only liking you when you were dolled up?

“Fuck” You think. You should have worn something cute instead of dressing like a whole ass man even with your makeup fully done. Its not like you were supposed to know you were gonna get fucked today.

His were burning holes into you now, thinking of how to say “No, I would be more that happy to fuck you!” to his best friend, soon regaining his consciousness finally speaking.

“Fuck no doll, ive wanted you for a minute. You know me better than I know myself. How did you not notice my feelings?”

You got me singing love songs, love songs, love songs

“You’re really hard to read” You replied trying to maintain your seductive act, resting your hands back on his chest.

“So are you.” He said lowering his head, you still looking up at him, taking in your gleaming eyes.

Sex ain't the only thing that's on my mind But you get me so excited, whoa

Your heart was beating so wildly that you could only take little sips of breath. His hands running down your waist stopping at your hips.

“Can I kiss you?" He asks "...yeah” you attempted to say as confidently as you could, nodding your head along with it.

His face bent down, hot mouth breathing over you. His lips slowly moved, brushing over yours, the liquor on his lips that you hated; only choosing fruity drinks even though you got relentlessly teased you for it. You pushed further into the kiss desperately wanting more. Your teeth clicking his from being impatient, wanting to suck him in. Your hands sliding under his shirt subconscious desires reaching out.

Irreplaceable Tattoos from your neck that drop down to your ankles

“You’re drunk…” he says snapping you out of your trance.

“So are you.”

He dove in for another kiss much more passionate than the previous one, arguably needy, pusing you on the bed to which you more than happily comply. He tugs back not letting his mind get the best of him, disconnecting your spit trial leaving you panting. “You sure this alright?” He says deep down hoping you still say yes.

You pull him back for your answer, your grabby little hands working their way back up his shirt. He gets the hint and pauses your lips rendezvous, taking off the turtleneck that he looked oh so good in, before seeing his unclothed body. You’re admiring his body in a new way, before just complimenting him whenever he got a new tattoo, now up under him tracing them like a lovestruck teenager.

“When did you get this one?” You quietly ask, his ears closer to you than they’ve ever been.

“I got it that day you faked sick”

“What! You said were gonna take me!” You sulked, turning your head away from his as much as you could, crossing your arms.

He let out a slight laugh before gently taking your face in his hands, guiding you back into the kiss.

This is not really what he imagined for your first time. He’s an old-fashioned romantic who likes to take one step at a time. But then again nothing was ever normal with you. That said, when he falls in love, he falls deep.

“You’ve done this before?” You uttered.

“Hmm?” He mumbles, unmoving his lips from you kissing you, moving towards your neck.

“You still with that other girl?”

“No. I broke it off her, everything that came out of her mouth was bullshit, and no she wasn’t my girlfriend.”

“You didn’t trust her? You added. Trying to distract him until you could think of a way you could say “hey in my 21 years of life I’ve never got passed kissing a guy.”

“Our relationship was purely built on lies, I’d second guess everything she said. He replied, wondering if you were interrogating him.

“Why’d you wanna know?” He asked bringing his face up from your skin.

“…No one’s ever touched me like this, fuck.” You bashfully admitted, thoughts racing through your head that he didn’t want you anymore because you weren’t experienced.

But he knew what was running through that pretty head of yours, his fingers reaching out to with your hair trying to comfort you.

“You’re a virgin?” He curiously asked dragging his hand to your cheek, you leaning into it.

“y-yeah” you muttered trying to move your eyes away from his looking down at his body.

“I thought you had a boyfriend before” he said, softly turning your jaw to make you look at him. Your eyes diverted from his arms back to his eyes.

“We weren’t actually dating” You quickly say trying to clear up the misunderstanding. “He was my friend and seatmate that pretended to be my fake boyfriend to get me out of some trouble” you spewed out “and I guess I forgot to tell everyone that it was fake.”

“Even if we were that doesn’t mean we fucked.” You sheepishly replied.

“So… what trouble did your fake boyfriend get you out of.” He questioned knowing how much trouble it must have been for you, miss independent, to go to such lengths.

“Umm, well…this guy wouldn’t stop flirting with me even after I told him I don’t like him, even following me to my other classes.”

He wasn’t surprised, you were definitely a sight for sore eyes, in fact the prettiest thing he’s laid his eyes on, your beaming eyes, your dimple when you smiled, your pretty face, your “ugly” laugh, he could go on for days.

“Why are we talking about this” You whined, reaching your hand back out to him.

He took a hint and continued kissing you, bringing you closer to him while you attempted to take you shirt off. His hands helping you seeing as that you were struggling, being lost in his touch, finishing by moving you up more on you bed, pushing your plushies out of the way, to your protested because “they had feelings too.”

He ignored you, bending down to pull your panties off stopping once he saw the slick coming through them.

“Fuck baby you’re wet” He breathed dragging his fingers across your clothed slit earing a whimper from you, leaving his fingers drenched.

Shawty, you wanna feel good, I wanna feel good too Don't I make you feel good?

“M’always wet.” you responded.

From what? He questions taking off your soaked cotton panties, tossing them to the side.

“From me?” He smirks bringing his hand back towards your heat. You not even comprehending what he just said, just knowing that you’re ashamed of how worked up you were getting.

You were in awe. You’ve always known his hands were big, but in this situation your mind wondered. His fingers were so much bigger than yours knowing you can barely fit two inside your with out it hurting, and not in a good way.

“Do you know how pretty you are? It’s honestly distracting.”. He says kissing down your whole body, stopping at your breasts, licking lazily around and coming back to the nub. The attention on your nipples making you squirm and he finally lets go, you grateful that he stopped or you would have almost cum, how embarrassing.

“I thought you said were gonna get them pierced” He remembered, you going on a whole rant about how cute they were.

“You said u were gnna get em with me” You looked back on, reminding yourself making him promise to get them with you because you were too scared of the pain.

“That was the same day you played sick and I got that tattoo.” He stated lightening the mood, hoping you can calm yourself down before you actually embarrass yourself.

He picks back up and continues kissing all the way down your body, you playing with his hair while biting your lip to muffle your moans and whine until he reaches your entrance.

He parted your legs, your pussy laid out before him, believing you no have reason to be shy about it either. He paused, admiring your swollen cunt and puffy clit, you were beautiful.

The feeling that he didn't want anyone else ever in his position overtook him. He let out a little breath on your clit and you thrashed around. He wasn't going to play. “I’ll take care of you.”

His lips travel over your skin, light and heated before settling himself between your legs, grabbing you by your thighs and dragging you closer. “That tickles.” you giggle, nerves making you kick your legs, almost hitting him in the face before he grabs them. He puts them down locking your legs with his arms, lowering himself until he’s on the ground facing you.

“Does it make you nervous when I stare?” he teases while your covering your face trying to hide the blush he caused. He puts his mouth on you, quickly gripping your thighs, his hands leaving imprints in your skin dragging you even more into him, deprived kisses taking over your body.

“yer so pretty” You purred seeing the sight of his big build between your legs, your fingers grabbing onto his curly dark locks, tugging them.

Issei moans, his voice radiating through your body, forcing out a cry, blessing him with your pretty voice. “I-Issei!” You cry, never feeling like this before, your vibrator and hands doing it no justice.

“Shh, just look at me, doll.”

You can barely make out what he says, so drunk on pleasure. You try your best, doing anything to see the pretty man beneath you. But you get interrupted by your pleasure, your back arching not being able to control your body, grinding down to meet his lips, heat rising in you.

He kisses through your wetness playing with your bud. You choking on your spit, back arching again your body tensing up. “Issei,” You beg, grabbing him knowing what you want but not being able to express it. Luckily he can read you like an open book, knowing what you want, driving you over the edge as he makes you see stars. “Good girl,” he sighs when he feels you let go of his wrist letting him bring you your first orgasm.

“Look at your thighs shaking so much.” He teasingly cooed, wrapping his hands around them, bringing you out of your daze.

Shawty, your body is so exciting

Arching your back into the blankets, letting out a whine “Want your fingers.”.

He lets out a condescending laugh. “You need to learn to be patient. You just came and you’re already so eager for more?”

But by the time he finished your body went limp, you were totally weak, body loose-limbed and pliant. Your mind clouded by lust and deep in your own world. You gasped out a little sob, unable to comprehend anything beyond the discomfort and the need to have it gone. You can’t think straight all you can do is take action, grabbing his arm him easing his fingers into to you.

It’s not too tight, is it?” you ask clenching around his fingers.

“Just relax… let yourself feel it” He says barely being able to move in you. Fuck so were so tight.

“I love the way you look with my fingers inside you.” He added starting to thrust them inside you, making you let out a string of moans.

“Look how good you take it.”

“Fuck, you’re so messy.” He groaned feeling the slick running down his hands, before taking them out.

“Issei-i,” You cried when he pulled away, pleasure leaving you, tears coming back.

He shushes you easily, his fingers wiping your tears. You were so precious to him, your moans music to his ears. He slows down repositioning his fingers, making you let out a whimper squeezing around them. Your brains so crowded you can’t focus, can’t gather the strength to speak when he thrust them faster inside you.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you fell back, fingers curling inside you, chanting his name over and over, incoherent words coming out of your mouth begging for more.

You pussy tightens as you cum, unable to breath, letting out gasps and whines. Him still fucking you, fingers not stopping, pushing them in and out relentlessly feeling both pain and pleasure. You lay there, wet in your own cum not giving yourself a break before you went and got what you really wanted, his cock.

His eyes followed the movement of your hands as they pushed down his boxers, revealing the length of his cock, that jutted proudly from his hips. He was so pretty, so virile and handsome. Wondering how lucky you were to be in such a position with him.

You pushed away those thoughts and focused on him, pulling him forward gently, but he followed his encouragement. One of his hands tilted his cock down toward your lips. “Open your mouth for me, baby.”

You parted them instantly, tongue sliding slightly outward, and then you whimpered as the warm weight of his cock slid into your mouth. You let your eyes flutter closed and swirled your tongue around the tip of his cock not knowing exactly what you were doing, but it was working, tasting the salty tang of the precum that wept from his leaking slit. You moved your tongue as the he put his hand into your hair, gripping the strands and pushing deeper into his mouth.

“You look so good on your knees like that. “He says meeting your eyes once again, almost cumming from the picture below him.

“Slowly, baby, I’m not going anywhere.” He says slowing you down by grabbing your hair, making a pace that you follow.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby, just like that.” Seeing that sinful look in your eyes with your redden swollen lips.

You moan feeling yourself drip down your thighs, getting even wetter giving him head. Trying to ease the discomfort by closing your legs, griding them together, trying to find some friction. Your ears hearing “That’s so fucking hot.” watching the scene unfold beneath him.

Your jaw hurts, trying got make him cum faster using your hands and lips together hollowing your cheeks. “Oh fuck, oh, Jesus, fuck yes, there, just like that, fucking Christ" he groans out, his voice sounded beautiful to your ears, knowing he was about to cum.

He finally lets go cumming in your mouth, you swallowing it all, trying not to wince at the taste. “Did I do good” You ask waiting for his reply. Your doll eyes, so red and worn out looking up at him for approval. Fuck he was whipped.

“Yeah…fuck baby”

I love when you get on top and you ride it

You get back under him, his cock resting on you, drenched and clenching around nothing, resting in your cum. You working yourself up against him.

“What makes you think I’m going to fuck you?” He says to your complaint.

“You’re not ready yet.” he mumbles against your whining. Spreading your legs, slapping your clit a few times before letting his cock rest on your folds. Finally getting “seated” he picks up your legs and puts them both on one of his shoulders your thighs warming his cock, your knees touching his cheek not moving, getting a kick out of how desperate your were for him.

“s-stop being mean” You cried reaching out for him to come closer, needing affection after all you’ve been though.

“Aww, poor baby, you want me to take care of it for you? He says leaning into you, reaching your kiss, tasting the remnants of the cum in your mouth.

He plundered your mouth and slowly teased his cock over your entrance, catching it against your clit and making you whimper into the kiss, clearly wanting to be fucked. Your kiss turned you sucking on Issei’s tongue and lips, biting the swollen pout until his lips were red and puffy. He pulled back and looked down at you, a beautiful mess under him.

His fat cock head pushed between your folds. The moan escaping both of your lips was primal. You were turned on beyond imagination and the way he was thrusting forward, spreading his leaking precum on your wet clit was almost too much. He quickly picked up his pace fucking your folds, his warm head brushing against your clit with every movement, but your greedy self wanted more.

The fact that he made you cum so easily made you proud. Just because you’ve never gone this far with someone else doesn’t mean you’ve never cum, you’ve had a lot of practice over the years, being insatiable, the sheets soaked underneath you from your previous orgasms being proof.

“Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby.” He moans getting your attention him.

You tried, you really tried, but the way he was stroking you, imagining what it’d be like to actually sit on his cock, the lewd sounds echoing in the background leaving you unable to focus.

He taps on your cheek eventually getting you look at him, keeping your mind on him by placing his fingers in your mouth you letting him, hazily sucking on them, not being able to close your mouth.

“Oh, baby, you’re drooling everywhere.” He grumbles. Your spit dripping onto his fingers, the friction of your thighs making him feral, moving at an even faster pace. Your body bouncing with every thrust.

“You gonna cum after I cum on your little clit? Come one more time for me, I know you’ve got it in you.” You sob feeling the puddle beneath you, time slowing, fire pooling in your tummy. Listening to his words you let yourself go. You come with a silent scream as the pleasure ripped through your body, your nails scratching his soft skin. Your vison fading to black feeling him lose his rhythm and moaning a mixture of curse words along with your name, feeling him cum on your tummy before resting his head in your neck while letting your legs go.

“So good for me, look at how much you came.” He says breaking the static. You whining into his shoulder, emotions high, never doing this before.

“I know, baby, I know. I’m right here, just breathe.” He says. You two laying in silence for an unclear amount of time, him rubbing your back while you rest in his chest almost dozing off.

“Are we still…friends?” You croak out trying to hold back your sobs already knowing the answer that you two were defiantly not friends now and never would be just friends again.

“Friends don’t do this type of shit” He maintained grabbing your shoulders to sit you and him up. You were worried, did he only do this with you because he was drunk? You were anxious that you scared him away because you just poured your heart out to him and pushed yourself on him. You left your head down, tears already coming out to your dismay. You moved your hand up to wipe them but he beat you to it.

“Look at me… I love you.” He says holding your cheeks in his palm. You in awe, hoping that you weren’t imagining it, that this was real life.

“R-really” You question making him worry too, preferring to forgive and forget rather than letting this a divide between the two of you in case you went back on your feelings. You were so overwhelmed, never feeling love until this moment, so happy that the person you longed for liked you back. Yours tears running once again.

“Shh, shh, it’s alright...Don’t cry.”

You don’t even know why you were crying, the hangover already getting to you making you get a headache. You groaning in his arms complaining that your head and throat hurt.

“Ill be back” he says detaching himself from you, letting you know he was coming right back.

He walks to your fridge opening it to see every drink but water, having too dig through all of them, especially the absurd amount of apple juice guessing it was your “once a year craving for it”. He finally got you some cold water, putting It in a cup and waked back to your room.

“Issei” you whined not picking your head up from the pillow.

“Shh baby im right here.”

He sat down beside you on your bed lifting your head up. “Here drink this” he reassured, to which you ignored not wanting anything to go in your mouth, just wanting the day, or night as it was now, to end.

“It’s just water, honey, look.” You sat yourself up with his help seeing him in just his boxers, you remembering your still naked, not caring enough to cover yourself. He held to glass to your mouth, babying you, tilting it far back enough to where you could drink it. The water hit the back of your mouth feeling like a shot making you cough.

“I know, it hurts. I’m sorry but we have to” He stated. You continued to drink it, feeling the stinging in the back of your throat, him comforting you, calling you “good girl” which was unsurprisingly working.

He put the cup on your dresser when you finished, climbing back into bed with you leaning your body into his. “Have you ever thought about...us? Y’know, as an...item?” he said causing you to look at him with wide eyes.

“Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you.” He insisted making you cheeks flush. You try to think of a way to respond, not wanting to keep him waiting.

“You’re the best thing that has, and ever will, happen to me. Not only am I deeply in love with you, you’re my best friend.” You stammer out, your shaky hands somehow made there way to his neck, letting them fall slowly before he grabs them dragging you in for a kiss before you got to even see his face.

“Everybody has always thought we’re a couple.” He continued taking his time kissing you all over your face. “Then I guess we should be.” You retort, kissing him back before you could see his reaction, not wanted to be embarrassed anymore today. But he caught you, holding you still “Really “y/n? Like deadass?” He asked.

“Yes dummy, I want to be your girlfriend” You say causing him to grin swearing you’ve never seen him smile that big, before he gives you one last kiss.

“I always kiss you on the cheek, why are you blushing now? He teases laying back down, you following along. You just snuggle into him mumbling something along the lines of “m’tired”, he understanding and speaking to you in a soft, gentle voice while helping you to bed, so he doesn’t make it harder for you to sleep by being loud. “I’m here love, I’m not going anywhere.” He whispers into your ear mkanig your heart swoon one last time before you pass out.

“I l-love you issei.” You sleepily mumble.

“Tell me this when you’re sober.” He says stroking your head.

“Just relax, close your eyes...”He murmurs, your heart beating slower every second. Both of you together, lazy, slow presses. Limbs pressed together, chests heaving, fingers trailing down backs, tracing lazy patterns.

“Oh!…” He remembers. “If you really wanna get them pierced, we could get matching ones.”

#haikyuu x reader #issei x reader #matsukawa x reader #mattsun x reader #matsuwaka issei #haikyuu smut #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu headcanons #matsukawa issei x reader #tw drunk sex #tw under the influence

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I JUST SAW FIGHT CLUB AND HOOOLLYYY-

Bro could you IMAGINE FightClub!Bakugo?

Tw:noncon, language, harassment

Okay okay get this: you’re down in the basement listening to the usual men holler and punch each other around while you do your job as their cute little “accountant”. While many of them have good jobs and a real life, the actual members don’t have time or the intellect to juggle the numbers and money around as fast as you can. You’ve been coming here for a while now, and you’re used to the jeers and wolf-whistles coming your way since you’re basically one of the few or only women who dare to come down here.

But there’s one fighter who just can’t seem to take no for an answer.

Bakugo fucking Katsuki.

The man is ruthless, he’s relentless, he’s a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield. You swear he’s had to have taken a shitload of steroids in his youth, otherwise how else could he have built up that much muscle? There’s no way an average gym-goer has that kinda build.

He’s always the first and the last one out in the rink, swaying back and forth with his fists up, a twisted grin on his face that was so reminiscent of a wolf before it lunges for its prey.

It usually took more than two men to pull him off the unconscious bodies that he had just beaten to a pulp, effectively breaking one of Fight Clubs Rules: get up when someone is down.

But he’s too good to let go, no one has the balls to tell him to take his money somewhere else since they’re all scared shitless of him.

Which leads him to believing that he’s practically a god down here, that he can conquer anything: including you.

No one really calls it harassment because no one really cares. What’s so wrong in a guy having a little crush? What, you came down here seeing all this testosterone but you can’t deal with it yourself? Don’t be a prudish bitch.

“Bakugo, I’m at work right now, I don’t want to.”

“C’mon toots, this ain’t even real work, you’re just fumblin’ my hard earned cash.” He grins slyly and crosses his bulging muscular arms, leaning against the doorway of the little office you’re given to work your magic.

You turn in your rickety seat and glare at him, ignoring the way he licks his lips and lets his eyes roam all over your body. “If I’m so shit at my work then go somewhere else and stop bothering me.”

He chuckles in his baritone voice and shakes his head at you. “Naw, can’t do that sweets. If I did then I’d never be able to see your pretty face again now, could I?” Bakugo leers at you and you turn your face in disgust.

“I don’t wanna go out for lunch, or ever with you. Now get out before I have to call someone in here.”

“Oh, is that so?” He uncrosses his arms and steps through the threshold, his body growing larger and more menacing as he slowly draws closer to you. Luckily a fight had broken out near the office months ago so there was no more door from the aftereffects, but that didn’t mean you felt safe even with open space.

“G-get out. I’m serious, Bakugo-“

“-Call me Katsuki, angel. And you don’t really mean that, do you? Look at you, you can barely look me in the eye when you say such mean things.” His voice drops an octave as he comes to stand in front of your seated form, towering above your wide eyes, clenched fists and trembling figure.

He leans down and you flinch and gasp as his breath ghosts over your face. He places both arms on either side of your chair so you have nowhere to look but him.

“You’re such a nice breath of fresh hair down here, through all the blood and violence. You’re like a flower...” he tucks a stray hair behind your ear and breaths out a laugh when you turn your head and squeeze your eyes shut.

“A flower, so fragile...a flower that smells so fucking good...” you feel like you can’t properly breathe as he leans in next to your ear and inhales deeply.

“A flower waiting to be deflowered herself.”

“What’s going on here?” A lanky body in the doorway appears.

Bakugo pulls back and turns his head ever so slightly towards the dude, growling under his breath at the interruption.

“We’re in the middle of something here, so you can just get the fuck ou-“

“-Well, it doesn’t really look like she’s into whatever you’re doing,” the man scoffs and takes in your pale face and shaking hands.

Bakugo stands to his fullest height, almost neck and neck with the man at the door.

“Yeah? I didn’t hear a complaint from her.” He cocks his head and stretches, allowing his muscles to ripple with each movement, something that didn’t go unseen by your much skinnier savior.

But he doesn’t back down. He only swallows and rubs the back of his neck.

“Well, we’re all being called out to put our bets in for the next match anyways, so you better come out before we get our asses kicked.”

The blond grumbles about weak men and no balls, then casts a dark look at your frozen figure before shouldering past the man at the door, almost knocking him down.

As soon as he’s out of your line of vision, you exhale and relax into your seat.

“You okay?” The fallen soldier scrambles back up and cautiously approaches you, looking over your body in a way that didn’t remind you of Bakugo undressing you with his eyes...rather, it was a protective, and worried once-over.

“Yeah, he’s just...a lot to handle sometimes. Doesn’t know when to quit.” You laugh shakily and run a hand through your hair.

“No wonder the dude’s a menace. He’s used to getting what he wants, I guess.” The man acknowledges this grimly, and for the first time you’re relieved that finally someone hasn’t turned a blind eye to your harassment.

“Are they really calling us down for bets?”

“No, I just said that to get him off your ass. Didn’t seem like you liked whatever he was doing.”

You give him a wobbly smile and he returns it.

“Sooo we should probably run before he comes back up here, right?”

“Oh most definitely,” you actually giggle before leaping out of your seat and joining the man to bound up the steps two at a time to freedom.

You both end up bonding pretty well over the weeks, even going out for coffee and lunch dates here and there. You’ve come to really like him, his shyer demeanor more than a majority of the ragtag men down in the basements, his chivalry refreshing to you amongst the blood and foul language thrown around the ring.

You feel like a woman with him, not some piece of ass like you were used to.

Bakugo noticed all this, of course. You started avidly avoiding him, ducking your head down and hiding behind your new ally before he could open his coarse mouth and stalk towards you. He couldn’t find you in your dingy office anymore either, because your savior was up in a cafe doing the calculations with you, laughing away about the latest matches.

That has to change. Effective immediately.

“Yo, newbie. How you been? Haven’t seen you fightin’ here for a while,” Bakugo claps his meaty hand on the scrawny guy’s back, nearing sending him toppling over.

“Yeah, y’know, just haven’t been feeling it lately.” He rubs the stinging feeling away from his sore shoulders and side eyes the blond suspiciously. He had seen firsthand just how bad-news of a guy he was, and he didn’t wanna get caught up in all that.

But Katsuki wasn’t just all brawn. He had some brains, too.

“Look, I know I prolly gave off a weird first impression with Y/N back then. But it’s all in good health, ‘was just messin’ around like I always do.”

“Yeah, sure...”

“How ‘bout we get some coffee or somethin’? You seem like a solid dude, plus we got shit in common to talk about.”

Like fucking around with my bitch.

“Uh, you sure? I kinda’ wanted to see the last fight,” he trails off unsuredly, scratching his jaw as Katsuki steers him away from the growing crowd.

“There’ll always be fights, man. I wanna show you that I’m a nice guy.”

Bakugo Katsuki was not a nice guy.

And everyone knew that too, which is why when some shifted to give the duo a curious glance he met them with a death glare. Any gazes locked on Katsuki’s hand wrapped around the lanky guy’s shoulders were immediately casted down.

You didn’t see your savior for a while.

It had been two weeks since he mysteriously disappeared from his usual place in the outskirts of the crowd, because unbeknownst to you, a certain fighter was keeping him away from you and convincing him to have a friendly brawl over lunch.

You only found out about it on a Friday night, when a crowd much bigger than before was gathered in the dim basement, voices hushed and whispering.

“What’s going on? Why’s everyone so quiet?” You whisper to one of the usuals.

“‘Heard Bakugo’s fighting some dude that was handpicked by himself. He somehow managed to convince the poor bastard to have some kinda’ match with him.”

You felt your heart sinking.

“Who did he pick?”

“‘Dunno, some skinny guy, a newbie I think. Hasn’t been around for too long so I guess he doesn’t know how big of a monster he’s gonna be beaten by.” The groupie shrugged, and you felt the blood drain from your face.

Without saying another word, you spun around and started running around all over the place looking for either of the two.

You end up stumbling into the men’s bathroom, desperate beyond salvation to stop this bloodbath.

He’s there, he’s at the urinal and he yelps when he hears you barge in. You avert your eyes and let his adjust himself as he sputters indignantly.

“Y/N? What’re you doing in here? This is a men’s-“

“Don’t fight him.”

“What?”

“Don’t fight Bakugo, please, he’s gonna kill you, I know he is-“

“-Calm down, what’re you so worked up about? C’mon, I would’ve thought you’d had a little bit more faith in me to be able to stand my ground.” He teases you but you don’t find it funny, on the contrary you’re terrified out of your mind for his life.

“Did he put you up to this? How could you fight him, you’ve seen what he does to the other guys in the ring!”

“Well yeah, but he knows not to go that hard on me. Actually, he’s not that bad of a guy, we’ve gotten some drinks for the past two weeks and I was wrong about him.”

You gape at him. “Wrong? You saw how he cornered me that one day!”

He shrugs, not put off by the distant memory. “The guy just came back from a fight, he still had testosterone going through him. You can’t blame him for wanting to let a bit of it out, right? You should really give him a chance y’know, he talks about you all the t-“

But you can’t hear anymore, this is madness, there’s barely 10 minutes left until they’re going to call the two down for their death match. You need to find the source of this problem firsthand.

And somehow, a little voice inside your head tells you exactly where you know he is.

You round the corner to your office and there he is in all his glory, seated like a king on your chair, leaned back with his knees spread, carelessly looking through your bank statements and bet papers.

He barely looks at you as he says, “Oh there you are, I was starting to think you’d miss the show.”

You sink to your knees.

He looks up at that.

With a tight chest and burning eyes, your dry throat barely permits you to choke out, “Bak-Katsuki, please, please don’t do this. Please don’t fight him.”

He cracks his neck and leans forward, regarding you with dark vermilion eyes. He looks your position over appreciatively before speaking.

“Why not? He’s so good and great isn’t he? I’m just trying to show you how right you were, after all. I’m sure he’s got a fair chance of beating me.”

You shake your head vigorously, knowing what he’s playing at.

“No, no, you’re better, please. I was wrong about him, I shouldn’t have been friends with him, please don’t fight him Katsuki I’ll do anything-“

“-Oh you’ll do anything I say regardless of if I beat him to a bloody pulp or not. You wanna know why?”

You can barely contain a whimper as he stands and walks over right in front of you, his bulging crotch mere inches away from your face.

He suddenly grabs your hair and you cry out before he yanks your head up to meet his cold eyes.

“Because no one in here is gonna say shit to me. I run things here, toots. And if you want your little boy toy to live through today, you’re gonna watch every blow I give to him, and you’re gonna kiss the fucking knuckles I beat his face with. Got that?”

You sob as he grinds his clothed erection against your tear-streaked face, sniffling when he moans loudly and bucks into your open mouth.

A loud knock on the bare hinges stops Bakugo from pulling the front of his shorts down.

You both turn your heads and see a red-faced side-liner looking down and mumbling something about the match starting.

“‘Be there in a minute. Tell the guys to give my girl here a special front-row seat to this match, she’s gonna wanna see her man win, after all.”

The runner scampers off, leaving you both alone.

He bares his teeth down at you and you cower under his painful hold, the roots of your hair ripping from their strands.

He eventually tosses your head to the side after a few seconds of staring you down, and the second he does you clutch your sore cranium.

“I better see you down there in a minute sweet thing. You gotta get used to it anyways, since you’re gonna be getting accustomed to my rituals before and after matches.”

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