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tomssexdoll · 10 days

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Could u do a Tom Kaulitz 2010 ff where the reader is a woman and she is a Goddess in the mafia world. And Tom is also a Mafia god and they meet to discuss business and she gets all flirty and since she's across from him at the desk, she rubs her foot on his leg ykyk. Then Tom calls the other people out and gives she like gives Tom head. Then he like bends her over the desk and fucks her.

If u don't want to do it it's fine!!

yyesssss

Business deals

PAIRINGS: Tom 2010 x Female reader CONTENT: SMUT SYPNOSIS: Tom and Y/N are considered god and goddesses of the mafia world, respected by everyone and filthy rich, they decide to do "business" together. WARNINGS: dom!tom, sub!reader, p in v (doggystyle), sucking d, teasing, mentions of drugs

I was considered a mafia goddess, everyone at my feet. I had so much power and money, so much respect.

Tom did too, he was apart of another family, a well respected and filthy rich mafia boss. We were meeting to exchange business, I needed a favour and so did he.

As I got to his house, I was instantly taken to my seat, the bodyguard even pulling the seat out for me, "thankyou" I smiled softly, sitting down and fixing my dress.

I saw Toms dark and tall figure emerge from the dark door frame, a black sweater and dark blue jeans on his toned body. I bit my lip softly, the way his sweater outlined his arms was turning me on.

He finally sat down, I shook his hand and introduced myself briefly, "may I just say, you look beautiful tonight" Tom smirked, a hint of lust in his expression. I smirked "why thankyou Tom, you look very handsome" I giggled softly.

"So, business?" he looked down at the contract, "yeah, you said you needed a few men to take care of something? What was the problem?" he sighed "there's a guy who won't pay us back for the drugs we gave him, we have tried everything but can't locate him at all, I know how great you are with finding anyone so I need your help schatz.." he rubbed his temples, clearly frustrated even talking about it.

"Oh of course honey, I need something back from you though.." I slowly lifted my foot, rubbing it on his leg, a tension building in the room. He cleared his through, "right..t-the uh..the cars you wanted from me?" I nodded, a grin taking over my face.

I could tell his self control was wearing off, his forehead lining with seat beads. I moved closer to his crotch, rubbing his inner thighs softly. "Okay..well, I need you guys to leave so we can close the deal" Tom yelled out to the guards, they all nodded and locked the door behind them.

"Don't be a fucking tease.." Tom spat, "come here.." he growled, I slowly got up, standing in front of him. He looked up at me, a satisfied smile plastered on his beautiful face, his hands came to my waist, rubbing it softly. "You're so beautiful.." he leaned in and kissed my stomach softly, a hand coming to my ass and squeezing it roughly.

I slowly got onto my knees, getting in between his legs, "you gonna suck my cock pretty girl?" he caressed my cheek softly, I nodded, zipping his jeans down, Tom kicking them off.

His cock strained against his grey boxers, staring me down. "Cmon..." he pushed my head down softly. I palmed his cock softly, "fuckk.." he groaned.

I smirked at his reaction, taking his cock out, my eyes widening at the size, "oh fuck.." I whispered, looking up at him. "Too big?" he chuckled, one hand tangled in my hair, pulling it softly.

"No.." I rolled my eyes, not letting him know I probably couldn't take it. I slowly wrapped my lips around his cock, engulfing his cock into my mouth, taking every inch I could.

He hissed at the pleasure, "fuck baby..such a pretty mouth" pushing my head down further, my mouth only being able to fit 3/4 of his cock.

I began to bob my head up and down, tongue flattening on the bottom of his length, feeling all of his pulsing veins. I occasionally swirled my tongue over his tip, his breath hitching every time I did.

"Fucking hell baby..so good" he moaned, pushing my head down onto his cock harshly, saliva building around my mouth as I gagged on his cock.

"Oh liebe..you take my cock so well" he chuckled, his cock throbbing intensely in my mouth, signalling his impending orgasm. "Cumming soon..keep going.." he groaned, I quickened my pace, sucking harder and faster in hopes to speed it up, my jaw was getting super tired.

"Fuck!" he yelled, his thighs shook as he shot his cum into my mouth, grabbing my head and making me deepthroat it to make sure every last drop was out. I swallowed and pulled away, my mouth messy and glistening with saliva.

"Such a messy girl..bet I can make you even more messier" he pulled me up, turning me around and slamming me into the desk, my ass perked up in the air. He bunched my dress up, moaning softly at my lacey thong.

"All for me huh? Fucking tease.." He growled, smacking my ass roughly. I yelped, "Tom! Just put it in.." I pushed my clothes pussy into his rock hard cock, "alright alright.." he chuckled, moving my thong to the side and positioning himself at my entrance.

"Just tell me if it's too much, ok?" he leaned down, kissing my shoulder softly. "Since when did you care about-ahh!" I cried out as he shoved his cock into me mid sentance, starting to harshly thrust immediately.

He pistoned his length into me, hitting my g spot harshly, "Mmm! Fuck!" I moaned loudly, holding onto the desk desperatly, "such a good girl.." he moaned, smacking my ass.

His cock felt so good in me, fitting almost too perfectly, like it was made for my pussy, the constant praises and spanks only turned me on more.

"Ohh fuck!" I whimpered, arching my back to meet his thrusts. He slammed his hips into my ass, balls slapping against my pussy harshly, the room filling with sounds of our moans and slapping skin.

I knew everyone could hear what we were doing, it's not like we were being quiet. I think he wanted everyone to know, maybe in a way to tell them I was his, but was I?

He continued to ram his fat cock into me, hitting all the right spots. "Pussy is so good...so tight and wet f'me.." his hand tangled into my hair, pulling it back harshly, his lips connecting with my neck, sucking harshly and leaving painful, dark purple marks everywhere.

"Ah!" I cried out as he smacked my ass cruely, a red mark forming on the cheek. "Take it, take it like the good girl you are" he whined, throwing his head back, a state of euphoria washing over the both of us.

I started to feel tension buiding up in my tummy, my pussy starting to clench around his cock softly. "Gonna cum already? Is my cock that good?" he smirked, gripping my hair tighter and kissing my shoulder, leaving marks there too.

I nodded quickly, not being able to speak from all the pleasure I was recieving at once. Then his hand came to my clit, rubbing fast and harsh circles, bringing me closer to my orgasm.

"Ohhh my god!" I cried out, a clear liquid streaming out of my pussy as I orgasmed, legs slightly shaking. "Such a messy girl.." he chuckled, "didn't know you had that in you" he kissed my neck roughly, continuing to thrust harshly.

"Squirt on this cock again, now" he demanded, pushing me back onto the desk and grabbing my hips, fucking me even harder, his cock slamming in and out of me at an inhuman pace, sending me over the edge again.

"Gonna cum baby, quick..cum with me" he moaned loudly, burying his cock into my tight hole, wet and dripping for him.

"Fuck fuck fuck!" I whimpered, legs starting to tremble again, a second orgasm awaiting.

His thrusts only quickened again, tip abusing my sweet spot, making huge waves of pleasure crash through me, overstimulation setting in, "t-too much!" I cried out, a tear falling down my cheek.

"Just a little bit more ok?" he stroked my ass, rubbing my clit again to gain another powerful orgasm from me, "oh fuck!" I yelled out, squirting all over his cock again, the liquid dripping onto the floor.

He cried out and shot his load into my pussy, filling me up with his thick cum. "Shit..." He panted, grabbing my hips and sitting back down in the chair, his cock still deep in me.

After we both calmed down he pulled out, his cum dripping out of my pussy and onto his thighs, he smirked and grabbed a tissue nearby, cleaning everything up and getting dressed again.

"You're such an obedient girl, I think I need you around more often" he winked, patting my ass as I collected my bag, "call me then" I smirked, kissing his cheek.

"Oh, before you go" he stopped me, grabbing my face softly and kissing me passionately, "I mean it, come around more, I love seeing you, especially in slutty dressed like that" he smirked "yeah alright Tom, bye bye" I smiled and walked out of the office doors.

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wilbursprincess · 4 months

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cuddling with wilbur on the bus? you're sat at the front and you're leaned into each other and its like no one else on the bus exits except you, maybe you're talking to each other softly, or he's showing you something funny on his phone, or you're just silently enjoying each others company idk im a sucker for quiet moments like this

Cuddling With Wilbur on the Bus

Wilbur Soot x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: None! Pure fluff :)

My lovely @sootwilb, this ask has me kicking my feet, giggling, and screaming. Ironically I ran into a guy I had a failed talking stage with on my bus home from class today, so the timing of this ask is perfect. I hope you enjoy!

Headcannons below cut!

~You two would be taking the bus home as the sun set, maybe after a Sorry Boys shoot or a cute little outing.

~Snuggled up together, Wilbur leaning against the window with his arm around you, your head nestled between his jawline and shoulder.

~His jacket around your bare shoulders, the chilly wind moving in when the sun started to dip below the horizon.

~You’re alone on the bus in peaceful, happy silence, the only sounds being the announcement of the upcoming stops and the rattle of the wheels on the road.

~Occasionally, Wilbur just turns to look at you with a soppy smile, just happy to be spending time with his partner <3

~Maybe even sharing his AirPods and listening to cheesy love songs he’s added to a playlist named after you!

~Your hand in his, Wilbur’s thumb occasionally grazing the back of your hand and rubbing soft circles into your palm.

~Occasionally leaning up to kiss his jawline or chin

~Once you got to your stop, you’d walk back home, arms wrapped around each other and your head on his shoulder

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hellfiremunsonn · 1 year

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maybe something soft like eddie comforting you after a difficult day? lol

YESSSSSSS ugh, I need this, you need this, we ALL need this.

soft, fluffy, flirty, baby boy <3

You got home about an hour ago, laying face down on your bed, work clothes still on, even your shoes. The day felt too long, and it really started to get under your skin, and it made you want to scratch it off.

After a few more minutes, you heard the front door of your apartment open, keys jingling, and the sound of quiet humming. "You home baby?" Eddie called out.

You and Eddie had finally gotten an apartment together. The two of you had been dating for a few years, and had been saving up for what seemed like forever to be able to finally move out, and get a place together.

you groaned in response to Eddie and you heard him shuffle into your bedroom, feeling the bed dip next to you. "Baby?" he said softly.

You rolled your head to the side, barely able to see him through your hair that now covered your face.

"Hi" you said quietly.

His hand came up to your back, rubbing up and down the lengths of it while he talked. "Bad day?"

You groaned again, shoving your face back into your mattress in protest of even acknowledging the day one more time. Eddie laughed at your small tantrum, continuing to rub his hand on your back.

"Need some help?" He asked, hand reading the bottom of your shirt and sliding under it, the palm of his hand warming the expans of your back causing your to shiver.

"You don't have'ta" You mumbled, turning your head back to him.

He brushed your hair away from your face, tucking a few strands behind your ear, his hand lingering there. "No, that's true" he said with a small smile. "But I'd like to if that's alright with you?"

You couldn't help but smile at him. Tilting your head and pouting your lips at him until he got the hint to lean down and give you a kiss.

"Okay" you said, and he was quick on his feet. You sat up to follow his movements. Going back and forth from your shared dresser and closet, grabbing different articles of clothing before coming back to you, kneeling in front of you.

"Oh Eddie I don't-" you started but he shushed you.

"Relax, I'm just untying your shoes" he said with a teasing tone and you blushed.

His fingers quick with the laces, slipping off your shoes and your socks before standing.

"Arms up" he instructed and you did as you were told, laughing when he forgot to unbutton the top button of your work shirt, causing your head to get slightly stuck in the neck hole.

"You trying to decapitate me munson?" You huffed once you were finally free from the fabric.

"Not today" he quipped. "Maybe tomorrow though, I'll have to check my schedule" He reached behind you, placing the smallest kiss to the tip of your nose while he unclipped your bra, pulling the straps off of your shoulders and flinging it across the room.

You sighed with the relief of your boobs finally being free, scratching at the intents in your skin from it.

"Lay back for me will ya?" He asked, pushing at your shoulder lightly until you giggled and laid back down. The sheets cold and refreshing under your back.

His hands fumbled slightly with the button of your jeans, popping them open with a "Ah-ha!" before pulling the zipper down, and grabbing at the sides of them by your hips, yanking harshly at the fabric until it slipped passed your butt.

Your laugh was infectious and Eddie couldn't help but join in as he pulled on each pant leg until you were left clutching your stomach now only in a pair of underwear. Grabbing at your ankles he pulled you to the end of the bed until he could pick you up, and throw you over his shoulder.

You squealed and kicked your legs. "Eddie!"

"Yes?" He said nonchalantly, which only made you laugh more. He placed you down gently on the cold tile in the bathroom floor, pushing your disheveled hair away from your face, holding it in his hands while he dotted kisses all over it.

"Bath or shower?" he broke his kisses to ask.

"Bath please" You said with a blush.

"Perfect, I'm going to wash your hair, and then you're going to curl up on the couch while I make dinner, and then I'm going to cuddle this shit out of you until you fall asleep, sound good?"

"Sounds perfect teddy, thank you"

"Anything for you my love, I'd do this everyday if you asked me to" He said leaning down to place a soft and loving kiss onto your lips.

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hannahshattuck · 6 months

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers

Rating: E

Art by: @mxaether (view the amazing art here)

Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Cam Boy Steve Rogers, Trans Steve Rogers, Trans Character, Beefy Bucky Barnes, Professor Bucky Barnes, Professor/Student, College Student Steve Rogers, Mean Dom Bucky, Dildos, Sex Toys, Age Difference, Shrinkyclinks

Summary: "The hand wrapped around his dick stroked with every move of Steve’s hips. He saw the signs of Steve about to come but could tell on his face that none of the fantasies people have sent would send him over that edge. Bucky smirked as he hit send that his response would be the one to send Steve over that edge."

Written for @buckybarnesevents ShrinkyClinks Double Bang 2023

“Hi my little bunnies!” Bucky smiled at his computer screen as the live stream from his favorite cam boy started and the blond twink showed up on his laptop. Bucky couldn’t help but palm his dick through his sweats. Just seeing the twink’s face never failed to make Bucky’s dick stir.

“I hope you all have had a great day. I know I did.” The cam boy, who goes by Grant, giggled. “I was sent a gift from one of you lovely people and I decided that we could try it together.”

Grant leaned over the side of the bed and grabbed whatever gift he was sent. When it appeared on screen, Bucky couldn’t help the smirk that graced his face. The icy blue tentacle grinder was attached to a pillow with the provided straps. It was the top item on Grant’s wishlist and he’s talked about it so much on his socials that Bucky decided to buy it.

“Now, I know who it’s from and, before you all ask, no I will not be sharing their name. That’s for me to know and me only.” Grant laid back and slid his lacy, wine red panties down his legs revealing the other star of the show. “As you can see, I’ve been very excited to try this toy. I think I’ve soaked through three pairs of panties since I’ve received it.” Grant rubbed his fingers through the wetness that was leaking out of him. “Now I can’t wait anymore. Enjoy the show, my little bunnies.”

Bucky groaned as Grant slid two fingers in his pussy with little resistance. Bucky slides the waistband of his sweats under his balls and grip his dick tightly. He didn’t want to bust his load before he saw Grant get off. Grant pulled his fingers out and shifted so he was kneeling on the bed and grabbed the pillow with the tentacle grinder attached to it. He placed it between his legs and settled on the grinder. The cam boy rolled his hips experimentally and he let out a loud moan when his dick rubbed against the bumps of the grinder.

“Oh, god.” Grant moaned with his head thrown back. He gripped the pillow tightly, his pale knuckled turn as white as the pillow. He rolled his hips faster and with each brush of his dick against the grinder, his moans got louder and louder. Grant lifted his head up and looked directly into the camera. Bucky groaned and stroked his dick faster. The blissed out look on Grant’s face made him wish he was the cause of the cam boy’s pleasure. Although, in a way he was since he gifted Grant the toy.

“I’m gonna come.” Grant moaned as his hips moved faster. He looked like he was riding a dick and Bucky wished Grant was riding his dick. Grant’s moans became louder and his body hunched over as his hips stuttered with his climax. Bucky came not long after and his release coated his hand and some landed on his sweatpants. It’s a good thing Bucky didn’t have anything to do after this because there was no way he’d be able to focus after the show he just witnessed.

“Oh. My. God.” Grant took a deep breath as he collapsed on his side. His chest rose and fell with each panting breath. Bucky could tell that orgasm took a lot out of Grant and the dom side of Bucky wished he was there to provide the man the aftercare he deserved.

“That…was amazing.” Grant giggled as he rolled onto his stomach and kicked his feet in the air. The smile on his face proved that Bucky picked the right item to gift him with. “I’m going to get cleaned up now but I hope you came as hard as I did and enjoyed the show. I’ll see you all again, my bunnies!” Grant blew a kiss at the camera before he ended the stream. Bucky closed the web browser and shut his laptop. He cleaned himself up with a tissue since he wasn’t leaving his apartment today. After a show like that, Bucky would cancel all plans just so he could recover.

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“Welcome to Literature 101. I’m Professor Barnes but you can call me whatever as long as it’s respectful. The syllabus is being passed out and in it, you will see the books we will be reading. You do not need to get all of them right now, unless you want, but make sure you have them at least a week before the start date. Now, if you’d turn to page-”

The door to Bucky’s classroom slammed open as a blond hair student stumbled in. The student pushed his glasses up his nose and Bucky’s heart stopped when he made contact with the blue eyes that fill his every thought.

“I’m sorry, Professor. I got lost and-” Grant started.

“It’s fine, just find a seat please.” Bucky luck must have run out because the only available seat was front and center. Grant slid into the seat and Bucky placed a syllabus on his desk with a small smile. Grant looked up at Bucky through his long eyelashes and mumbled a thank you as he took the syllabus. “Now, turn to the second page…” Bucky continued going through the syllabus and then had the students take turns saying their name, their major, and what they hope to do when they graduate. When it got to Grant’s turn, Bucky was interested to see what he’d say.

“Hi, my name is Steve. Right now I’m undecided but, um, I like art so I’m thinking of maybe going into art therapy or something for kids that are in the hospital for treatment. So…yeah.” Grant’s, well Steve’s, shoulders came up to his ears as red colored his cheeks. For someone so confident on his Only Fans, Bucky was almost shocked to see how shy Steve is in person.

“Thank you, Steve. I’m sure if you want to do art therapy, you would help many kids.” Bucky gestured to the next student to go but saw Steve out of the corner of his eye blush more with a smile on his face. Almost as if Bucky’s praise hit something within Steve. Bucky smirked internally knowing he could use that to his advantage.

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“So one of my professors is so hot, you guys!” Steve, now that Bucky knows his name, says as he lazily works a dildo in and out of his pussy. “No, I’m not going to say what class, brock7894. Besides, it doesn’t matter anyway.”

DaddyDom41: i bet its anatomy. can show youre professor that pussy

sitonmahface: nah its pe

faeboy: is there even pe in college?

Bucky chuckles at the chat when they start talking about if colleges have P.E. as a class. Which, technically no, but Bucky won’t burst their bubble. He keeps switching his gaze between the dildo Steve has and the chat begging him to say what class. Seeing Steve so carefree on his streams, makes Bucky want to keep him forever but logistically he can’t let Steve know who he is since Bucky could possibly get fired for sexual misconduct.

“Alright, you guys. Enough guessing about my classes. What should I do for this stream? I’m already soaking as you can see.” Steve pulled out the dildo which was shiny with his juices. “I didn’t have a plan since I’ve been busy with classes.”

user23468234: you should ride that grinder again. you came so hard.

Steve grinned like a cat who caught the canary. “Oh, that’s a great idea. And I did come hard. Probably the hardest I ever came.” Steve pulled the dildo all the way out and gave it a lick before setting it aside. Steve leaned over out of the camera’s view and then quickly came back into frame with a wolfish grin on his face. “What if we made this even more interesting? I’ll hold off as long as possible and you all try to make me come by telling me what fantasies you have.”

Bucky shifted in his chair when Steve said that. The fantasies he has almost always involve Steve. Bucky bending Steve over his lap and spanking that pale ass until it turns a beautiful shade of red. Pushing Steve on his knees and forcing him to take Bucky’s dick deep in his throat. Throwing Steve on to his bed and eating out his cunt and sucking on his dick until the blond is quivering and begging Bucky to fuck him. There’s no way he could type out his fantasies and send them in the chat without making himself look like a creep. Although, compared to others in the chat, based on what “fantasies” they’ve already sent, Bucky’s probably tame.

“Oh my goodness!” Steve giggled. “I haven’t even gotten the grinder set up and you all are already sending in stuff.”

daddysbitchboi: i’d like to tie nyou up and watch as you get fucked by every dildo i have

SameulWilliamBenjaminJames3: I would ask you what you wanted to do. I’d be at your mercy for you to use my body however you pleased.

Bucky rolled his eyes at that comment. Has this guy never seen one of Steve’s videos? The twink is exclusively a pillow princess who wants to be used.

Bucky groaned as he saw Steve pull the icy blue tentacle grinder into view and attached it to a round pillow Steve always kept on his bed. When Stev straddled the pillow, Bucky’s hand shot straight into his pants. He tightened his grip at the base of his cock to stave off his climax. He needed to see Steve reach the end before he did.

“Alright, fuck,” Steve took his bottom lip between his teeth as his hips moved over the bumpy grinder. “I forgot how good this feels. Hng.” Steve threw his head back as his hips moved faster. He then slowed down with a blissed out look at the camera. “C’mon. Send me those fantasies. The one who’s fantasy makes me come might get a special treat.”

Bucky knew then he’d resign from his teaching position. He’d risk it all for Steve. With one hand, Bucky typed his response but waited to send it. With all the videos he’s seen of Steve’s, Bucky knows when the blond is about to come. The way a red flush makes its way across Steve’s cheeks and down his chest. The tendon in his neck bulges out as Steve clenches his jaw to stave off his climax.

brock7894: i’d tie you up and attach you to my fucking machine. youd take the biggest fake dick that could fit in that pussy

Bucky growled at that brock7894 ass. Trying to steal his boy. Not…that…Steve was his actually. The hand wrapped around his dick stroked with every move of Steve’s hips. He saw the signs of Steve about to come but could tell on his face that none of the fantasies people have sent would send him over that edge. Bucky smirked as he hit send that his response would be the one to send Steve over that edge.

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“Remember that your final essays are due next Thursday. They count for half of your grade to please make sure to work on them with ample time.” Bucky dismissed his students and sat behind his desk and started closing the powerpoint on his computer. When the last student, or who he thought was the last student, left the door was slammed shut and Bucky heard the faint click of the lock. He turned his head and smirked when he saw Steve stalk over with a glare across his pretty face. “Mister Rogers. What can I do for you?”

Steve slammed a piece of paper on the desk and pointed at Bucky with an accusatory finger, “You knew who I was the moment I stepped into your class.”

Bucky looked down at the paper and smirked when he saw it was his chat response.

jbb32557038: if you were my boy i’d take you over my knee and spank that ass red. you’d be on your knees so quick that you wouldn’t know up from down. i’d force your jaw open, shove my dick down your throat and make you choke until you start begging for my cum. or maybe you’d be bent over my desk while i teach. every time a student fails there your sweet ass would be ready to take my frustrations

Bucky looked up at Steve with a shiteating grin, “Hey, you came harder than you ever did before.”

Steve’s glare deepend. “Isn’t there something in the rules about engaging with one of your students sexually? I’ll go to the dean.”

Bucky stood up from his chair and towered over Steve. The way the shorter man took a step back made Bucky grin more menacing, “And tell them what, sweetheart? That you’re a cam boy? That one of your professors watches your videos and did before you were his student?” Bucky stepped closer to Steve which caused the shorter man to back up. When Steve’s back hit the door, Bucky knew he had him in his grasps. “Or would you tell them that you came so hard from your professor’s fantasies? That your little dick twitched as your pussy exploded. That you soaked the pillow you had your grinder on. The same grinder your professor bought you. I was watching your videos before you were my student. Should I have stopped when you walked in that first day? Probably, but with the way you’re reacting I made the right choice of not stopping.”

Bucky gripped Steve’s throat and the blond’s eyes rolled back. The professor leaned in close so Steve could feel his breath on his lips. He gently squeezed the sides of Steve’s neck to get his attention. Crystal blue eyes met Bucky’s own storm cloud gray. “Now, if you’re done being a brat I’d very much like to kiss you and fulfill all my fantasies and yours. What do you say?”

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blackhakumen · 2 years

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Mini Fanfic #1006: Meeting the Velvet Father (Persona 5)

1:23 p.m. at the Velvet District's Elevator........

As they wait and stand inside the elevator together, Morgana starts shaking a bit in fear at the thought of meeting his girlfriend's creator (or father as she likes to put it) for the first time. It wasn't long for Lavenza, in question, however, to gently hold onto to his hand to help calm his nerves while having a soft, reassuring smile on her face

Lavenza: Are you feeling alright, my dear?

Morgana: ('Sighs a Bit Heavily') Yeah....I'm just....nervous about the whole greet and meet thing is all.

Lavenza: Oh there's no need for you to worry. You've met him before in the past, right?

Morgana: Not....really? I mean, I've seen gleams of him here and there, but I don't think I remember meeting him face to face before. Though, I have heard that he has the ability to wipe an entire person's existence away with the palm of his hands....He....doesn't really do any of that, does he?

Lavenza: Not that I know of. (Smiles Softly at her Boyfriend) But I can assure that my father is one of the nicest men you'll ever have the pleasure of meeting, despite his many....(Starts Rolling her Eyes a Little) many interesting antics......

Morgana: (Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion) Interesting?

'Ding'

Lavenza: (Smiles Sheepishly) I'm....sure you'll see what I mean eventually. In the mean.....(Starts Tidying Up Mona's Collar) Just stay calm....(Brust Off Any Speck of Dust on his Shoulders) Be yourself ....(Gently Grab Both of his Hands) And remember that I will always be right by your side no matter what happens. (Kiss Mona in the Cheek)

Morgana: (Immediately Starts Blushing) Lavenza.....(Begins Nodding While Putting on a Determined Look on his Face) You're right. I've come this far to back out from this now. So I gotta make this impression count!.....Hopefully.

Lavenza let's out a soft giggle as she and Morgana begins to walk out of the elevator side by side. As they approach their destination to the Velvet Room, they are greeted to a strange yet wise looking old man with a wide grin on his face and pointy nose to boop, sitting behind his desk. As he sees the young couple walking down to his presence, he gives his paperwork session a stretching halt while letting out a welcoming smile towards their presence.

Igor: Welcome, one and all, to the Velvet Room! (Turns Towards His Daughter) Lavenza, I hope your time at the planetary world has been treating you well as of late.

Lavenza: (Smiles Brightly) It most certainly have, father. (Greets Igor with a Proper Like Bow) And I do hope being here all day doesn't underwhelm you too badly.

Igor: (Smiles Back at his Daughter) Oh heavens no. While I do admit that this room has gotten uneventful for sometime now, I do find quiet atmosphere quite lovely for the most part. (Turns his Attention to Mona) Oh and you must be the dashing young man my daughter told me everything about.

Morgana: (Shakily Blurts Out....) M-Morgana Sakura Okumaru! (Quickly Bows Down at Igor in a Timid Fashion) Pleased to meet you!

Lavenza: (Pouts at her Boyfriend a Little) Mona-Chan, i thought I told you to be calm! (Place her Hand on Mona's Back Before Rubbing it Softly and Turning Back to Igor) He's been nervous to see you since we've got here.

Igor: Ah the classic case of cold feet. I remember having one of those when I was meeting face to face with the parents of a beautiful maiden.

Morgana: You were in a relationship before, Mr. Igor, sir?

Lavenza: Oh yes. He was in plenty of them to be in fact.

Morgana: (Eyes Widened in Surprise) Seriously?

Igor: (Smiles Sheepishly) I was...quite a catch with the ladies in my younger years. So much so that I even attempted to take out almost every admirer I had at the time, on lovely dates. Unfortunately, it....didn't take too long for all of them to discover my careless actions a couple of days later as I was given a harsh, yet fair punishment in the end. A little punching and kicking here and there...(Chuckles Very Lightly) I even remembered my father giving me one piece of chocolate after they left our shop. Such fond memories.....

Lavenza: (Places her Hands on her Hips While Giving Igor a Stern, Disappointed Glare) Well, I hope you were happy woth yourself, father. You should know better than to play with those ladies' hearts like that!

Morgana: Tell me about it. No amount of love and affection is worth getting that kind of karma.

Igor: Yes, but that karma in question did help me see the errors of my ways and Improve my growth as a human being. (Places a Hand on his Chest) And for that, I am truly grateful. (Chuckles Lightly) Well, I believe that's enough talk about this old fogey for now. Instead, tell me how the Joker and the rest of the Phantom Thieves are doing. It's been a while since I've heard from them as of late.

Morgana: (Smiles Brightly) They're all doing great, sir. I'm not sure if Lavenza already told you this or not, but they've graduated from high school last year.

Igor: (Simply Nodded) Oh I'm quite aware of the news in particular and I couldn't be anymore prouder. May their respective futures benefit each of them in the long run. This was also the day you've transformed into a full fledged human for the first time, yes? How are you enjoying the experience thus far, If you don't mind me asking of course.

Morgana: I'm loving it very much, Mr. Igor. (Starts Rubbing The Back of his Head Back and Forth) It's still take some getting used to and there's so many other things about the human nature I haven't goy around to learning yet, but I am definitely getting the hang of it thanks to the help from my friends....(Gently Holds Lavenza's Hand) and your daughter, sir. Wouldn't know what I would do without them.

Lavenza smiles softly at Morgana's words as She begins to lay her head onto his shoulder.

Igor: I see....(Smiles Softly) Well, that is very spendid to hear indeed. It's always wonderful to receive aid and assistance from your closest companions. And it makes me happier to see my daughter has found someone as kind, well-mannered, and loyal as yourself, my boy. She talks about you a great deal whenever she comes here to visit.

Lavenza: It's true. Even before the day we became a couple, I would always tell my father and siblings how special you are to me, regardless if I would fall for you or not. Though if I must be honest with myself for a second.....(Happily Snuggling onto Mona's Shoulder) I am truly blessed and thankful that the former has occurred in the middle of our developing relationship!~

Morgana: (Heart Begins to Melt in Pure Happiness) Lavenzaaaa~ Me too- (Eyes Suddenly Widens a Bit) Wait. You have siblings?

Lavenza: (Happily Nodded) That's right. Two older sisters and an older brother. I can't say that I've seen much of them as of late, but I am positive that they would be very delighted to meet you someday in the future.

Morgana: (Smiles Softly) Cool. I can't wait to meet them too. (Smiles a Bit Sheepishly While Rubbing the Back of his Head Back and Forth) And....Hope I make a good impression on them too.

Igor: Oh come now. There's no need for you to worry about that. I've raised those three as my very own for a very long time now, and while their personalities and characteristics contrast from one another the more they grow older, I can assure you with the utmost care and pride that rest of my children will be the most spendid Trio of young adults you will ever have the pleasure of meeting. So the only form of advice I could provide for you at the moment is to remain calm and be true to yourself.

Morgana: Huh. That's....almost the same thing Lavenza told me to do before meeting you.

Lavenza: (Proudly Nodded)

Igor: (Raises an Eyebrow) Is it now? And I take it that the advice she provided is helping you in any capacity?

Morgana: (Turns to His Girlfriend Standing Side By Side With Him as He Begins to Smile) Yeah. I think it's helping me out a lot right now. (Turns Back to Igor) And I'm really having a great time talking with you so far, sir. You're not as scary as I thought you would be.

Igor: (Happily Nodded at the Human Cat Boy) Likewise. I was a little skeptical about you at first, but as I said before, I am truly grateful for you making Lavenza happy. (Suddenly Puts on an Dark, Evil Grin on his Face) It would be a real shame if I were to ever find out otherwise. I can't say I ever remember the last time I've sent someone to the void of pure....blissful....nothingness......

Morgana: (Immediately Starts Shivering in Fear) N-N-Nothingness.....

Lavenza: ('Gasps') Father!

Igor: Yes. Nothingness. A fate far more worse than death I'm afraid......

Morgana: W-W-Worst.....than....death?.......

Igor: That's right. (Points at Morgana) And YOU will be the next permanent visitor if you dare to cause my daughter grief!

Morgana: (Places his Hands on Both Sides of his Head in Pure Horror) Oh god! Anything but Permanent! I'm too young to be banished alone!!!

Lavenza: (Couldn't Believe What is Happening Roght Now).Father, you will stop this nonsense at once-

Igor: (Suddenly Starts Snickering into a Heartly Laughter) Ahahahahahaha!~ (Inhales Before Sighing) My deepest apologies......(Wipes a Tear From his Eyes) It was rude of me to scare you like that, but I couldn't really help myself at that moment. (Starts Snickering Some More) I couldn't even send someone to the void even if I wanted to.

Morgana: (Sighs in Pure Relief as He Bends Down and Places his Hands onto his Knees') Ohhh thank god and Hades......

Igor: (Raises an Eyebrow in a Bit of Confusion) Hades?

Morgana: I'm thanking him for not getting me terrified to death.

Hades: It's what I do.

Lavenza: (Sighs as She Gently Places her Gand onto Mona's Shoulder) I am so sorry about father's immaturity, my dear. (Glares at Igor in Front of Her) It seems he doesn't know the slightest concept of making lighter jokes.

Igor: Yes, yes. I do admit, I did took that joke a tad bit too far.

Lavenza: A Tad!?

Igor: (Playfully Raises his Hands Up to his Fafe in Defense) M-Mostly! I....took it mostly too far....But in order to make up for my carelessness, how about I present you two for a time of tea. (Makes a Set of Teapot, Cups, a Playe of Cookies and Chairs Appear With the Single Movement of his Hand) It will be my treat.

Lavenza: (Turns to Mona Woth a Soft Smile) What do you say, Mona-Chan? A simple, relaxing tea party to help ease your mind a bit?

Morgana: ('Sigh') Yeah....(Starts Making his Way to Igor's Tavle With Lavenza By his Side) Some tea and cookies would be great right about now. (Smiles Softly) Thank you, Mr. Igor.

Igor: (Properly Bows Towards Morgana) The pleasure is all mine, young man.

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#persona 5 #morgana #lavenza #igor #hades #the velvet siblings (mentioned)#humor #lots of fluff #cute romance #morgana x lavenza #meeting the father #father's month #this is the last one for the year i swear #sorry it took me this long to finish it #i wasn't kidding when i said I've gotten pretty busy as oglf late lol #edited

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Over the Waves

Pairing: GoChi

Word count: 1627

Summary: Over the WavesChichi just isn't her self when her sons leave for the day during the summer vacation from school and has a surprising request for Goku.

Prompt: For @gochiweek, prompt #4

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41751120

“Bye, mom! Bye, dad!” said Gohan as he ran out the backdoor.

“Have a good day!” Chichi called after him as I yelled my goodbye from the kitchen table.

Through the open kitchen window above the kitchen sink, I glimpsed him kick into the air and rocket far out of sight in a matter of moments to go spend the hot summer day in Satan City with Videl.

Goten walked into the kitchen, dressed in a powder-blue rash-guard and bright red swim shorts. He had a red backpack slung over one shoulder with supplies for a day of swimming and a sleepover with Trunks at Capsule Corp. Chichi packed it for him earlier that morning.

She ran her fingers through his thick hair that looked just like mine. “Have fun with Trunks! And be sure to go to bed at a reasonable time.”

Goten nodded. “Yes, mommy, I will!”

“Bye, Goten!” Chichi and I said in unison.

With that, he ran out the backdoor, too, and flew off toward Capsule Corp.

Chichi tossed the dishtowel she had used to dry our breakfast dishes on the counter and sighed as she stared outside. There was an uncharacteristic slump in her shoulders.

I got up from the table and went to her. I rubbed her back. “You okay, babe?”

Another sigh, a nod, and, “Yeah. I’m fine.”

That wasn’t very convincing. Chichi always got a little mopey when the boys left for the day. She loved it when we were all home together. Between the heat, the boys leaving, and her hardly ever leaving the house since summer started, she was a little off.

I hummed. “Why don’t you and me go out? We could go for a swim in the lake if you want.”

Chichi hummed, too, but didn’t respond right away, her gaze still focused on something outside the window. “Work needs done around the house.”

“That can wait.” I reached for the neat little bow behind her neck that held up her white apron. I pulled the bow open and did the same to the one holding her apron to her waist. “How about it, honey?”

Chichi giggled and tossed the apron on the counter on top of the dishtowel. “Okay. Let me grab a few things and then let’s go.”

~+~

Our bare feet dangled in the lake’s cool water as Chichi and I sat side-by-side on the lake’s edge. I had on my black swim shorts and Chichi had on a pink one-piece swimsuit with a simple white wrap tied around her waist. She let her long hair down to dry in the sun from the swim and I couldn’t resist sliding my fingers through her long soft hair. She smiled at me before a small flock of ducks took off out of the lake. Chichi watched them until they were almost out of sight.

“Goku?”

“Hmm?”

“I want you to teach me how to fly.”

I stared at her with wide eyes. “Y-you want to learn how to fly?”

I didn’t expect that!

Chichi met my gaze and nodded. “Yes.”

I grinned. “Want to start now?”

“Sure.”

I pulled my legs out of the water, stood, and offered Chichi a hand. She accepted it and we walked to a soft patch of grass.

“You know how to do this,” I said as I cupped my hands in front of me and summed just enough ki to form a little pinpoint of light over my palms.

Chichi’s energy surged as she summoned her own tiny ball of light in her hands, held it a moment, and let it fade.

“Yeah, that’s it,” I said as I nodded. “Well, flight isn’t too different from what you just did. Instead of bringing my energy into my hands, I kind of just push it up. Give it a try!”

Chichi nodded slowly, murmured, “Push it up,” and closed her eyes.

I watched her with baited breath. Chichi was strong. If anyone could fly, she definitely could. Chichi’s energy built and flowed gently around her. Her long hair billowed with the air her energy displaced. Her bare toes lifted off the grass. She eased a couple feet higher and opened her eyes. She grinned as she stared around herself, directed that smile at me, and my heart fluttered. Chichi had complete control but I held my arms out for her just in case.

Her feet touched down gently in the grass and she blew out a breath, still not losing her grin.

Chichi threw her arms around me. “I did it!”

I laughed as I held her. “Yeah! I knew you could do it, babe!”

I stepped away to give her space to try again.

Chichi narrowed her eyes and floated off the grass. She flew higher, that time almost level with the treetops. The swimsuit wrap around her waist came loose and fluttered away on the breeze. She reached for it but missed.

I smiled. “Will yourself forward and you’ll go forward.”

Chichi moved forward, slowly at first, and I stayed right with her. She wobbled, dropped a few inches, and recovered. Her wide-eyed gaze sought mine.

“Don’t worry, babe. I’m right here. I’ll catch you if you fall,” I said.

Chichi relaxed with that and her flight stabilized.

Chichi looked off toward her white swimsuit wrap, not much more than a small speck over the trees. “Oh, I’m never going to catch that.”

“You’ll get this in no time, babe. All you need is practice. I’ll be right back,” I said with a wink.

I flew after the little white speck floating over the trees, snatched her soft knitted wrap out of the air, and rejoined Chichi all in only a few seconds. I gave it to her.

Chichi smiled as she tied it around her waist with a double knot. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

Chichi sank toward the grass and I followed her down where we both landed. She bent double and braced her hands on her knees to catch her breath.

“That’s a little hard to hold at first, isn’t it?” I said, remembering my struggles with my first flight.

She straightened and nodded. After a short break, she was right back at it again. That was my wife! When there was something she wanted, she never gave up.

~+~

Chichi flew fast circles around me and zigzagged through the air above our house. I chased after her.

“I feel completely weightless!” she yelled through a laugh as she swooped in low over our house. “This is amazing! I should have asked you to teach me ages ago!”

I chuckled as I chased her through the air. “What’s even more amazing is how fast you mastered this!”

I married one incredible woman!

Chichi landed on our roof. “Let’s go to the coast.”

With no warning, she took off again, angling to the south. I flew after her. We lived pretty close to the ocean so we reached the glittering expanse of sea only a few minutes later. I breathed in the briny air. We overflew a remote, untouched beach and out over the surprisingly calm blue water. Chichi skimmed her fingers along the glassy surface and then gained some altitude.

Small, sleek shapes darted around just a little too deep to make out. A fin sliced through the surface, followed by a lot more. Shiny grey dolphins leaped high from the glassy water, twisting in the air to get a look at Chichi and me.

Chichi clapped her hands together. “Oh, look at them! There has to be at least fifty!”

“Hey, watch this!” I yelled over the splashing and whistling dolphins. “I’m going to give them something to chase.”

I dove low over the seawater, almost skimming the surface. Just like I thought they would, the dolphins kicked their powerful tails and stayed right on mine. They porpoised after me, taking breaths of air every time they breached the surface. The dolphins stayed with us a good long while but eventually the group grew bored. They veered away and I quickly lost them in the endless expanse of blue. All that was left of them was choppy water and a frothy film clinging to the surface.

“I think the dolphins liked that,” said Chichi as she slowed to a hover some ten feet over the water.

“Remember when we saw dolphins from Nimbus when we were young?” I asked.

Chichi’s eyes sparkled. “Oh, how could I possibly forget?” She touched her cheek and sighed. “And then we got married.”

I floated closer to her. “Mm-hmm.”

I smoothed a strand of hair out of her face and moved in for what was supposed to be a little kiss. When we came up for air, I was breathless. Chichi’s cheeks were flushed and she batted long eyelashes at me. The breeze carried a distant foghorn. The day was almost over. Chichi cupped her hands around her mouth and called for Nimbus. The little yellow cloud found us in no time just like it always did before.

Chichi made herself comfortable and patted for me to join her. “Let’s watch the sunset over the ocean like we did when we were young.”

I sat beside Chichi on Nimbus’ soft, fluffy surface. When Chichi shivered as the temperature dropped a little, I pulled her onto my lap. The sunset painted bright pink, orange, and gold all over the water and I was sure I spotted the pod of dolphins leaping on the horizon. Chichi snuggled into me and, together, we watched until the last of the sunset’s bright colors faded with the last of the daylight and night took over. We took Nimbus home. When the boys were both home, we surprised them with a flight out as a family.

#Cressafics #GoChi #GoChi Week #fluff #romance

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hermitblurbs · 2 years

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Grian’s going to get a headache. His hands are pressed together, his pointer fingers at his lips, and he stares at the cheerily working guy in tailcoats and a stupid green corset and top hat.

Okay. The corset actually looks fantastic on him, but that is not the point. The point is,

“How long have we been dating.”

“About a month,” is Scar’s reply.

Grian takes another moment to collect his thoughts now that his suspicions have been confirmed. The silence would be hilarious if not infuriating. Scar, of course, keeps drawing more swaggon designs unaffected.

“And you didn’t think to tell me.”

This time, the silence is accompanied with the sound of his apparent partner setting down his clump of charcoal. He turns slowly, and he looks as confused as Grian felt when he first caught wind of this.

“Scar, how am I the last person to know we were dating?”

“I thought you were shy and I didn’t want to push your boundaries.” He sounds genuinely upset saying this, and Grian sighs.

“Do you not want—“

“You’re telling me,” Grian continues slowly, cutting off whatever Scar nonsense was about to say, “That I could’ve been kissing you this entire time.”

“I—well, yes! I just didn’t expect you to since you were so preoccupied with the moon and I didn’t want to push you because we both have our builds too and…” He trails off, losing steam the longer Grian doesn’t react.

Grian sighs again.

“…Do you want to kiss?” Scar tries, nervously rubbing at the charcoal on his palms.

God. He does. He really does.

“Do you?”

“Do you—do you really have to ask?” And he’s got quiet, nervous giggles bubbling at the edges of his words, the kind that always kick Grian’s heartbeat up a notch.

“Right,” Grian says, clapping once and getting to his feet. “Looks like we’re dating. Glad we could clear that up.”

The anxious air vanishes from his partner instantly, and he can visibly see the terrible idea form behind those eyes of his. He can’t decide if he wants to be amused or cautious.

“You also like me! Great. I have an idea. You do like me, right?”

“I’m doubting my taste in men by the second but yes, I do.”

“Perfect. I’m breaking up with you.”

And Grian—Grian lets the words sink in and he starts laughing, because what sort of plan could he possibly be scheming.

“Hey, no no no, don’t be like that, this is a good idea! Now I can woo you properly!”

“Scar, you already have me—“

“Yeah, but you didn’t know the vex customs! I have ideas on how to court you by Watcher standards now, I have sources!”

He keeps laughing, because this is the man he loves. It’s such a Scar thing, too.

“What happens if I court you back?”

“I—well then, I’d court you better!” Scar almost sounds offended. Grian keeps laughing.

“I’d like to see you try.”

#blurb #scarian #hermitcraft #grian #gtws #gtwscar #goodtimeswithscar #desert duo #hermitshipping #hermitcraft fic

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apocalypticgargoyle · 3 years

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so, SO, Hear me out. This has been stuck in my head for DAYS. Can i request a Sapnap x reader smut, BUT Incubus!Sapnap. My brain is mush. Perhaps reader doesn't believe in demons etc, so they're trying to prove to themselves that these things indeed don't exist by trying to summon a demon, what type of demon? they don't know. Unfortunately(fortunately) for them, the ritual works and Sapnap is summoned. Afab reader with any pronouns, and Dom or switch Sapnap.

i literally love this idea sm. thank you for trusting me with it. [thank you to a friend of mine who helped me w some of the plot elements.] I hope you enjoy and happy reading! xx

𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐓. ⛧ 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐮𝐛𝐮𝐬!𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐚𝐩 (18+)

pairing: incubus!sapnap x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw (minors dni), mentions of an Ouija board, blood, oral (fm. receiving), smut, domination, choking

Your fishnets clung to your legs, yet provided little protection against the nipping breeze dragging icy fingers across your skin. You rubbed the arms of your jacket, attempting to generate more warmth as your breath fogged around you. Your friends giggled and kicked at each other, hanging around their shoulders and acting drunker than they actually were. It felt like icicles picked your heart each time you faintly felt like you were enjoying yourself, all because of Him.

His words echoed in your head each time a man approached you, finding yourself nearly too suspicious to believe they wouldn’t end up like He did: cold, distant, and arrogant.

The club had been too loud, in your opinion, but you’d be damned to let one of your friends know. They were focused on finding you a squeeze to preoccupy you while you got over Him. You didn’t need a distraction, you just needed to get rid of the thought of him.

One of your friends grabbed your arm, dragging you down a portion of concrete steps and into a lower-level shop. You briefly caught sight of the neon sign above the door, LOCAL PSYCHIC blinking in bright pink piping to welcome in tourists. You scoffed to yourself as you shrugged through the beaded curtain over the door.

The shop smelled of incense and a potpourri of unfamiliar herbs. A slender woman with long black hair looked up from a magazine, gold eyeliner sparkling in the dim lighting of the store. She watched the group of you carefully as your friends went straight for the Ouija boards in the corner. As you looked over her various shelves of exotic species of crystals, you could feel her eyes burning into your shoulder.

You sighed quietly, grabbing a green hued crystal and approaching her in lieu of your group. “So, this will get rid of my bad juju if I stick it in my bra, right?” You quipped jokingly, making her smuggly grin.

She straightened up, revealing a metal band t-shirt that you couldn’t pronounce the name of, let alone knew. “Gorgeous, you’ll need a fist full of moldavite to cleanse what you’ve got going on,” she jested, voice raspy and surveying. “Give me your hand,” she stated, more than asked. You reluctantly reached for her, her boney ringers cupped your hand, rings catching the candle light beside the cash register.

“Does it say I’ll disappear mysteriously after a boating accident?” You leered, making her bite her lip.

You could practically feel her breath on your skin. She studied your palm closely, wetting her lips. “I think I have something better than moldavite, though,” she quirked before digging her nail into the center, making you hiss. She drew a bit of blood from the wound, placing a business card against the spot. The center of the card oozed the crimson color seeping from the cut. “Call this number when you get home and all your bad juju will clear, my love. Him included,” she whispered. “You don’t believe in demons do you?”

“Of course not,” you answered, your eyes locked on hers as she smiled darkly at you, almost forebodingly. You flipped the card in your hand, a number plastered on one side and “REVERSE YOUR REGRETS,” printed boldly on the other. Your eyebrow perked at her. “What, is this a demon calling card?” You quizzed almost sarcastically.

Her dark, full lips twisted up. “I guess you’ll have to find out.”

Your mouth ran dry as she smirked, fingers brushing against your own as your hand slipped from hers. You found it hard to speak on the bus ride home, or even form sentences while you were crammed between two of your friends as they all sparked chatter about their upcoming finals. One of the main reasons they bought the Ouija board was to ask a ghost to write their history and philosophy theses.

Your apartment was dark and alluringly quiet compared to the night of bright lights and ridiculous EDM you had endured for most of the night. You let your jacket slip to the floor as you switched on a lamp, washing your hands as your mind relayed what the woman from the shop had said. As you dried your hands, your eyes traveled towards the living room, the dark fabric of one of His hoodies peeking out from between the couch and the wall. You bit your tongue, anger flashing into your veins. “Even Him…” you thought, remembering what she had told you.

You grabbed your phone, slinking over to where your jacket was and fishing the card from your pocket. The red smudge of blood almost perfectly split the phone number in half. “You don’t believe in demons do you?”

“No, what kind of respectable adult believes in demons,” you grumbled to yourself, dialing the number. You turned the card over again, eyeing the words as you waited for the call to connect. Instead of ringing normally, three long dial tones sounded over your receiver, sending a shiver down your spine. Dogs of your apartment complex began to bark, sending feral noises of discomfort into the air.

An automated voice began to speak, startling you slightly. “Thank you for your call. Your sacrifice is pure and has been accepted. Congratulations.”

Sacrifice? The line went dead, your power fizzling out as well. You froze, your feet feeling as if your shoes were filled with cement. In an instant, your array of candles sparked to life, brightening the room. Your heart thundered in your chest, unsure of what was happening. Sacrifice?

You held your breath, waiting for what was to come. It seemed as if your apartment had been removed from the city outside, instead an eerie silence settled in the room, making it almost suffocating to be alone.

“Hello, dove,” a dark voice called from behind you, making you jump a foot in the air, chest wheezing from the jump scare. A man smirked at you, resting his chin in his hand as he looked at you. He dominated one of your chairs, his other hand drumming his fingers against the leather. His suit was well tailored, but he wore it rather lazily with his crisp white shirt unbuttoned. He wore dark nail polish, making his fingers appear longer.

His eyes trailed your body, pressing his lips together as you realized how tightly you were clutching your phone and the card. “How did you get in here?” You asked, your voice barely audible.

He stood, straightening the sleeves of his suit jacket. He walked over to you, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. Your breath was measured, your body drawn to him as if you were an animal in heat. “You summoned me, puppy,” he answered, voice dipping an octave before dragging the card from your fingers. Your skin burned and sparked at his touch. His smell was intoxicatingly enticing, making your mouth water.

He held the card between two fingers, his eyes locking to yours indefinitely. “You even bound yourself to me,” he noted, letting his finger pad draw across the blood stain on the card. “Little minx,” he mumbled.

You swallowed. “What are you?” You managed, words uneven and almost jumbled.

He turned slightly on his heel, circling around you slowly, fingers dragging against the fabric of your shirt before snaking around the back of your throat. His thumb teased against your skin almost as if he was restraining himself from ripping you in half. “They call me Sapnap. Some might categorize me as a demon, but that seems rather exaggerated, don’t you think?” He responded. “I’m here to help you reverse your regrets.”

You inhaled sharply. “What does that mean?”

He chuckled darkly, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “Baby, I’m here to make you feel good again,” he divulged, the heat of his breath skimming against your neck, urging you to submit to him. "I'm here to make you forget all about Him."

In an instant you found yourself pinned beneath him, the sheets on your bed cast aside along with most of your clothes. He watched you sternly as he slipped his jacket off his shoulders, unbuttoning his collared shirt, pupils blown with lust at your hungry appearance.

Sapnap ground his hips against yours, tugging on your thighs to bring you closer to him. Your back arched slightly, fingers digging into the sheets as his lips traveled from your neck to your chest, one of his large hands palming your breast. You stifled a moan, hips bucking against him. He pressed his tongue against your navel, licking a strip against your skin before he was in your ear again. His fingers curled around your waistband. "Uh uh, dove. I wanna hear you."

He leaned back on his knees, teeth nipping at the inside of your thighs as he trailed towards your core. His eyes danced up to yours, briefly gauging your reaction before slipping his finger between the skin of your hips and your lacy undergarments, tugging them down your legs. He pressed open mouth kisses to your thighs once more, teeth grazing the sensitive flesh with a restraint you had half a mind to egg on.

He hooked his arms around your thighs, burying his face where you needed him the most. Your body reacted to the pleasure of his tongue almost instantly, fighting to clamp your legs around his head as your toes curled. Sapnap was taking his time with you, eating you out as if you were his last meal, humming slightly to send vibrations against your nerve endings.

You threaded your fingers through his dark hair, rolling your hips against his mouth and muttering his name. He moved, teeth sinking into your thigh as he pressed his finger into you, making you moan incoherently. You tugged at his hair, earning a groan in pleasure as you noticed him grinding against the mattress. His lips were back on your heat as his finger curled inside of you.

He added another finger, finding your sweet spot almost as if your body had been made for him specifically. With each swirl of his tongue and his moans at the sight of you enjoying the chase of your orgasm, the more the tension began to build within you. He quickened his pace as he watched you pant, coaxing you closer to the edge.

Sapnap moved his head from side to side, flattening his tongue for more friction, pumping his fingers in and out of you. "Cum for me, baby," he commanded, breath hot against your core. You relinquished control of your body, letting your climax rip through your body, leaving you breathless and stunned.

He wore the devil's smile as kissed the inside of your knee, praising you heavily for heeding to his demands. "Good girl," he cooed, voice dark and drawn with lust as he moved to press his lips against your shoulder. "Such a good girl."

His lips traveled beneath your ear, nipping at the skin before pressing his tongue into your mouth, one of his hands holding your chin.

He discarded his pants, spitting in his hand and stroking himself a few times as his eyes burned into yours. He dragged you towards him, gripping onto your hips before driving himself into you. You groaned at the pressure, grinding against his hips and earning a smirk from him. "So needy. Have I not been good to you thus far?" His words dripped with a god complex you had yet to taste.

You whimpered slightly before he rolled his hips against yours. He retracted himself before slowly thrusting into you, watching with pride as you writhed for more of him. "I could kill you, you know?" He stated, thrusting into you harshly, pressing his hands into the mattress on either side of your head.

You chuckled breathlessly, your fingers wrapping around one of his wrists. "You won't," you moaned as he set a pace, digging his hips into yours.

Sapnap's other arm moved, wrapping his hand around your neck and squeezing slightly, as if showing you he could do worse. "Says who?" He provoked, pressing his lips against yours, teeth dragging against your bottom lip, eliciting a moan from deep in your throat.

His thrusts were becoming sloppier, deeper as he buried himself into you. "Me," you answered. He grinned deviously, pinning your knee to your chest and pounding into you, basking in your moans like they were personalized ego boasts. "I can take it," you groaned quietly, enticing him. He tightened his hold on your neck, causing your vision to blur in pleasure as heat rushed through your body, his roughness a perfect catalyst to your cardinal hunger.

"That's right, sweetheart," he grunted, eyes seeming to burn brighter with your submission. "Take it," he mirrored, his pace relentless against you as if testing your limits. He pressed his thumb in your mouth, moaning as your teeth rested against it, tongue darting out against it. You focused on his eyes, trying not to roll your own as your body ached to climax.

You could see the veins in his neck becoming more prominent and he removed his thumb only to grip your jaw in his hand, shoving his tongue into your mouth to lap at your whimpers. His hands moved to pin your forearms to the mattress beside you, his lips melding against yours as the two of you pushed each other to orgasms. You could feel his pleasure coming undone within you, finally acting as the jumping-off point for your second climax.

You panted, hurriedly attempting to catch your breath as he pulled out of you, sighing in pleasure.

He moved to begin dressing, holding your card between his teeth as he buckled his belt around his waist. Your mind blurred in bliss, still riding your high. It didn't really bother you if he left or stayed.

He finished buttoning his shirt as you sat up on your elbows, watching him straighten his appearance. "I'll call on you soon," he stated, tucking the card with your blood on it into his breast pocket.

You quipped an eyebrow at him. "This is a normal thing now?" You questioned, the situation seeming different.

He patted his pocket to gesture to the card. "You're mine, dove. I get you whenever I want," he smirked. He rested his knee on the edge of your bed, leaning down to press his lips against yours possessively.

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Not So Easy

prompt: Harry and Y/N have both had a rough week. Ivy is in the prime of her terrible twos. It’s a disaster waiting to happen.

word count: 6.2k

warnings: swearing, smut, a little angst

AN: Fulfilling this request ***. This is part of the CEO!Harry verse. If you enjoy please like, reblog, and come chat with me about it x

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It was a gorgeous, cool Saturday evening and Y/N had been cooped up in the house all week due to nasty rainstorms that lasted the whole week. All of Y/N’s friends had canceled plans for one reason or another. Anne came down with flu and couldn’t visit like she was suppose to.

Harry had an extra awful week at work - which was saying something - and hadn’t been able to let it go. The frustration and irritation he usually was good at leaving at the office at the end of the workday hadn’t been happening.

Ivy was in the midst of her terrible twos and quite frankly it was disaster for all of them.

They decided on one of their favorite restaurants about an hour outside of London near the beautiful, green countryside. ***

It was a family-owned Italian establishment with outside seating on the patio. The tables were filled but Harry always managed to squeeze himself into a non-existent reservation with his charm (and wallet).

When they’re escorted onto the deck, Ivy had Harry hitched up on his hip and wriggles her into her wooden high-chair with little difficulty - she had just woken up from a nap and was in a seemingly okay mood.

Y/N notices a few pairs of eyes watching them from the table close to theirs but decided that she was just being paranoid. And if she brought it up to Harry she knows he’d immediately tell them to fuck off and mind their business.

They get Ivy settled with her favorite little sensory book and her plush baby doll ***, as they look at the menu, “I’m so hungry,” Y/N grumbles, unable to decide what she wants to eat, Ivy literally running her around all day with no time for refueling.

“Me too, y’didn’t let me finish my meal earlier,” Harry murmurs cheekily, looking at his wife over his menu with a raised eyebrow, “Guess I’ll just have to wait for dessert.”

“Baba’s asleep, she was out as soon as her head hit the pillow,” Harry tells his wife, trotting in their bedroom. He’s already stripping the shirt off his head and wriggling his running shorts down his narrow hips.

Y/N’s laying on the bed, too distracted by her romance novel to notice Harry’s actions - well until he yanks at her ankles until her bum skids towards the end of the bed, she lets out a surprise yelp at her husband’s strength.

He plucks the book from her hands and tosses it to the floor with a thump. His hands are hurriedly reaching to pull down her shorts and panties with impatience at having his wife bare before him.

“Someone’s a bit horny,” Y/N teases, raising her hips to let him slide them down before they join the book on the floor. He ducks down to bite at the soft skin of her hip bone, suckling a dark mark there in ownership.

“Have y’seen yourself, pet?” Harry replies lowly, unable to help himself as he dips down and swipes a long, languid lip up her center with no warning. It has her moaning and pushing herself into his mouth.

“We don’t have long, H. Need you in me,” His wife whines, pulling him up by his hair until he’s slipping his tongue right into her mouth, wasting no time to hike her hips up around his waist and pushing in with one strong, directive thrust.

Y/N blushes and darts her eyes back down to the menu, “If you’re good, maybe I’ll let you.”

Harry laughs, eyes wrinkling around the corners, “Y’know even when I’m not good, y’let me.”

It was very very true.

“Oops!” Ivy squeals when her doll falls to the ground. It was one of the new words she’s finally understood in context and it’s unbelievably cute to hear her high, little squeaky voice.

“S’alright, here you go bab,” Harry titters, reaching down to toss it back onto the table for his daughter. She looked so fucking adorable tonight in what Y/N had dressed her in a little Gucci jean jacket with matching jeans. ***

Ivy manages to keep herself pretty occupied until she needs a diaper change. The meals had just arrived, steaming hot and smelling like heaven, but Y/N slings their diaper bag over her shoulder and totes the baby off to the bathroom.

Harry watches them, like the protector he is until they make it to the bathroom safely. He can sense eyes on him (the same group Y/N thought was watching) but unlike his wife, Harry makes eye contact with the table who were staring directly at his wife and then him.

“Can I fuckin’ help you?” Harry asks bluntly, not hesitating to stare down every single person at the table. He didn't want anyone staring at them, staring at Y/N, staring at Ivy. He wanted to enjoy his dinner in peace with his family. He assumed they probably worked for him.

They avert their gaze from the intense man, acting nonchalantly and sipping at their glasses filled with wine as if they weren’t just staring at them. It makes Harry scoff loudly enough so that they can hear it.

When Y/N appears back with Ivy and attempts to plop her back into her seat, her limbs go wiggly and her eyebrow knits with refusal, letting out little kicks, “No mummy, no!”

“Baby, we’ve got to eat now. How ‘bout after we’re done?” Y/N hums in her daughter’s ear, attempting to steady the toddler’s legs to slide into the slots of the chair.

Y/N knew it was going to be a struggle since Y/N told Ivy she couldn’t have the big stuffed animal that was in the gift shop on the way to the bathroom.

“Mummy! Don’t wanna!” Ivy protests loudly, her face pinched with her terrible twos anger as she squirms and twists in her mother’s grip.

“S’okay, give her to me,” Harry tells his wife, taking Ivy in his lap. She smiles with deep dimples up at her father before going to reach her little fingers into his pasta. “No, Ivy. S’hot, it’s goin’ to burn you.”

Ivy pulls her brows together, decidedly not liking what her dad had to say, because she’s reaching out once again. “Ivy, daddy said ‘no’. Be a good girl and listen.”

“Mine.” Oh god, her favorite word at the moment.

“Ivy Elizabeth, s’not yours. S’daddy’s. Mummy ordered you chicken, which she very nicely cut up for you. You need to eat that, lovie,” Harry uses a bit of a firmer voice with the little girl, pulling her plate of cubed of food over.

“Here, bub,” Y/N takes a small piece, bringing it up to her daughter’s full lips. Only to be met with a hand batting it away until it’s being flung limply to the wood floor with a screech.

“No, want that,” Ivy huffs, once again reaching for her father’s steaming plate. She’s nearly close to getting her finger into the burning sauce so Harry has to scoot his chair out a bit so she can’t reach it anymore.

The parents give each other a knowing look because of what is surely about to come. The baby was struggling with being told ‘no’ as of late, as well as claiming nearly everything as ‘mine’. Tantrums were in their prime right now and they thought the pre-dinner nap would have helped.

Spoiler Alert: It doesn’t.

When Ivy realizes she’s no longer able to reach the food, she furrows her brow and pulls back her little fist, hitting at her father’s shoulder. It wasn’t often she tried to hit, likely because most times it landed her on the step for two minutes, but it’s like she knew they couldn’t do that here.

“Ivy,” Harry takes her small hands between his, “We do not hit, do you understand Daddy? S’not nice. If you can’t behave, you’re not getting ice cream before we go home.”

At that point, the little girl would normally calm down a bit and readjust because she really loved ice cream but it didn’t do anything to quell her anger tonight. She shakes her head, curly hair bouncing, before the tears start rolling.

“Should we just get this to go?” Y/N asks, knowing that the whole restaurant doesn’t want to hear the sobbing baby throwing a fit over not being able to dig her hands into her father’s dinner plate.

“Probably best,” Harry grunts when Ivy wriggles and twists in her father’s grip with a frustrated whine, “She’s not goin’ to settle.”

“Down, let me down!” Ivy demands against her father’s grip, like she’s the one running the show.

“Here, give her to me,” Y/N mutters, wrangling the toddler into a tight hold while Harry gets the waiter’s attention to get take away boxes and the check. He’s pulling out his wallet to slide out his black amex and put it on the table.

“Ivy, I’m going to put you down so I can get the diaper bag and your toys. Are you going to stay right next to mummy?” Y/N asks her daughter firmly, making sure her daughter’s little green eyes are meeting hers.

Ivy nods but as soon as her feet hit the solid ground, she lets out a giggle and dashes from beside her mother. She doesn’t get very far because she’s running straight into the legs of another patron and tumbling on her bum.

She’s not at all hurt but takes it as an advantage to throw herself onto the floor, screaming and tears - the whole dramatic show because she’s not getting her way and well....she’s a two year old - that’s all the reason she needs, right?

Harry’s in full dad mode now, “I’ll get her to the car. Y’got this, love?”

Y/N nods, sighing at the loss of their nice dinner as her daughter has all eyes directed on their family - the last thing she wanted to happen. But she just focuses on shoveling the still hot foot into the plastic containers to take home.

“S’enough of that, Ivy. This isn’t how we act, hmm?” Harry hums, pulling his daughter off the floor and into his arms - “What’s gotten into you, bug?”

Ivy sniffles, knuckling at her wet eyes, “Home, daddy.”

“We’re taking you home, don’t you worry,” Harry chuckles, smiling softly when she tucks her head into the crook of his neck, thumb finding her lips. His large palm came to rub at her back and bounce her lightly.

When Y/N finally gets everything together, one of the waitresses - an older woman, stops by the table, “How old is your daughter?”

Y/N smiles, “Just turned two a month ago.”

The grey lady has a kind, knowing grin on her face, “What an age, huh? She looks like a little replica of your husband.”

The girl laughs, they can’t go anywhere without hearing that from someone, “Oh, believe me. They have the same attitude too,” She jokes, slinging the bag over her shoulder.

“I wish you two luck. Two is a very hard age, I have five kids of my own. Just appreciate it, even though the tantrums are a pain in the arse,” She says, patting Y/N on the shoulder before heading back to a table who was waiting on her.

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Both the parents were frustrated, more so than they usually are with Ivy’s tantrums. They thought she’d simmer down once they’d gotten home but it had just revved up again when she realized she really wasn’t getting any ice cream.

“Shouldn’t have even promised her ice cream in the first place,” Y/N mutters with frustration as they stand near the staircase. Ivy sat on the step for two minutes in timeout, kicking her little feet against the marble.

“Right, because I knew she’d decide to have tantrums all night,” Harry shoots back, matching his wife’s tone. The screaming was echoing through the house, high-pitched and it just made you want to cover your ears from it.

Y/N rolls his eyes at him, motioning towards their daughter, “Well, this is your doing because you reminded her that she wasn’t getting it. You deal with it, I’m going to shower.”

“You’re not doing much to help anyways,” Harry hisses, their voices both low so that their daughter doesn’t hear - not like she would over the screaming match she’s having with herself.

They rarely fought to be honest. This wasn’t even a fight - really. It was hard raising a two year old and they were learning as they went along. The couple was good at communication and working through their problems most of the time.

“I’m not doing much to help?” Y/N asks in disbelief, “Then if I’m no help at all, why don’t you put her down for bed? You don’t need me, obviously.”

Harry narrows his eyes at her, his hand gripping the railing with a hard grip, “Don’t go twistin’ my words, that’s not what I said. Now you’re just lookin’ for a fight.”

“Yeah, because on top of a fussy two year old - I want to deal with a childish husband. I’m surprised you're not on the stairs, cryin’ about ice cream too with how you’re acting,” Y/N laughs - the sound crawling under Harry’s skin with irritation at her fake carefree attitude when she’s just as annoyed as him.

“You’re being an even bigger brat than our daughter right now,” Harry tells her, trying to keep his voice at a low volume but it comes out louder than intended. He felt himself straighten up and kept direct eye contact with his wife.

Y/N’s lips form into a tight line before gritting out, “Do not raise your voice at me. We agreed that no matter how frustrated we got we wouldn’t do that in front of our daughter.”

“Then don’t act so immature, ever think of tha’?” Harry bites, hating the he hears his work voice being directed at his wife when he never wants that.

“How am I being immature? You promised her something that she didn’t get, then reminded her that she’s not getting it. I’m allowed to be frustrated with you!” Y/N whisper-shouts, Ivy is now distracted by taking her little shoes off and watching them tumble down the stairs.

“I have so many better things I could be doing right now than stand here and fight with you over our daughter having a stupid tantrum. I’ll be in my office,” Harry replies, because when he doesn’t know what to do and refuses to admit he’s wrong - he falls back to his best excuse, work.

And he automatically regrets it when he sees a flash of hurt cross his wife’s face. Harry wants to swallow back those words and wrap his wife up into a hug. Never wanting to make her feel like his work is worth more of his time.

Deep down, they both know she knows that it’s not the truth but in the midst of the fight it doesn’t sting any less. He opens his mouth to apologize, to tell her that he’d rather put their daughter to bed together any night than be in his office.

But he can tell she’s already past the point of being pissed when she replies calmly, “I’ll put our baby to bed. Go work on whatever is more important than us, Mr. Styles.”

Harry wants to reach out and grab at her arm, tug her into his chest, and murmur in her hair how much he loves her more than anything. He said that because he knows it’s hurtful and it’s his only way to win an argument with her.

However, she’s moving up the stairs, scooping the somewhat calmed down baby into her arms and trudging up without another look at her still brooding husband.

Harry hears Ivy shout back down the stairs, “Daddy, come on!”

He hears his wife tell his daughter, “Daddy’s too busy with work, Ivy. S’just mummy.”

But that has Harry absolutely fuming, storming up the stairs after then, “Do not make it seem like I’m ever too busy for my daughter. That’s completely uncalled for, Y/N.”

Y/N doesn’t turn back to face him, instead keeps walking, and says with a monotone voice, “Oh, but you just said you had better things to be doing than dealing with your family. So go take care of your work, hot shot. I’ll take care of our daughter.”

“Why are you making it seem like I put my work before Ivy? I’ve literally never let that happen and you know that. You’re blowing this whole thing out of proportion because Ivy’s been having tantrums and you can’t put on your big girl pants and deal with them.”

That’s when Y/N spins around on her heel, letting Ivy down and encouraging her to go play in her room for a little before bedtime. Her face is turning red - which rarely happens unless they’re really about to get in an argument.

“Big girl pants? Really, I’m at home dealing with her tantrums twenty-four seven. You get to come home from work and only deal with it half on the time. Do not act like you know how stressful it is to stay at home with a toddler in their terrible twos all day.”

“Do not act like it’s harder than running a multi-billion pound business,” Harry scoffs, his voice becoming lower with frustration with an argument that was going nowhere. He had a cocky lift to his voice that made her want to scream.

“Oh, because it’s so difficult half the time? Last week, you got to go on your private jet to Paris for three days for business aka dinner and golfing while I sat at home alone!” Y/N raises her voice, angry tears forming over her lids.

“Sat in our 35 million pound house with a pool, playground, plenty of shops in town, unlimited money doesn’t sound like a hardship, love,” Harry replies, jaw clenching but his fingers itching to brush the tears away.

“You know what? It’s Sunday tomorrow. I’m going out. You watch her for the whole fucking day and see how easy it is. For now, enjoy the guest room,” Y/N spits out, storming down the hall to Ivy’s room to get her ready for bed.

“With pleasure,” He tells her, retreating back into his office and slamming the door. He wasn’t a fucking inadequate father.

He never put work before his family. He knew it wasn’t easy being at home and as soon as he sat his arse in his leather chair - he realized what a douchebag he was being to his stressed out wife.

Harry didn’t want to sleep in the guest room, he wanted to be spooned up next to his wife, whispering apologies for letting the stress of the week get to him. Remind her what an amazing partner and mum she is to him. How lucky he is.

The issue was - Harry had pride issues. He wasn’t one to admit defeat even when he should. He thrived on challenges so he was eager to show his wife that he’d have no problem taking on his terrible twos daughter.

He sneaks into his daughter’s room after she’s fast asleep in her crib, checking on her to make sure she’s okay before hesitantly entering their bedroom where his wife is fast asleep but a pile of clean clothes for him on the floor tells him she was serious about him sleeping in the guest room.

It was torture, not being able to be in the same bed as his wife. The love of his life. He thought about it multiple times - going in and groveling but his stubborn brain wouldn’t allow it. After such a long week, he was looking forward to sleeping in and his head hit the pillow in no time.

“Rise and shine,” His wife's voice wakes him up, it wasn’t with her normally cheery tone but with the same irritation as the night before. She definitely hadn’t magically forgiven him yet - dammit. Her voice is nearly drowned out by a fussy curly-haired baby.

“Wha’s wrong?” Harry grunts, sitting up to see Ivy still in her pajamas with sheet wrinkles across her face. Skin pink and warm from her nice, peaceful sleep.

However, she decided to wake up today with a massive chip on her shoulder.

“Ivy’s upset because she can’t find her ballerina doll,” Y/N replies.

Harry notices she is already fully dressed *** and made up for the day. “Might want to get up and help her find it. I’m heading out like we agreed on.”

“Fine,” Harry replies with a tight lip, rubbing his eyes as he’s still half asleep. “Y’look pretty.”

“Thanks,” Y/N replies nonchalantly, leaning over to kiss Ivy on the forehead, “I’ll see you later bug, I love you.”

Ivy looks at her mother in betrayal as she leaves Harry to manage their little ball of fury. He tries to tug her in for a big, warm hug but she shrieks and screams at her father, “Ballerina!”

“Ssh, okay. We’ll go look for y’ballerina, dove. No need to yell, s’too early,” Harry grumbles, sitting up and automatically being pulled by the hand off the bed to search for this doll that could be anywhere in this thousands upon thousands of square foot home.

After extensive searches, Harry realizes that he’d left it on the roof of the car when he was tucking her into her carseat last night. The cute little plush doll is now mostly likely roadkill on the country stretch.

“Ivy, y’literally got a whole room dedicated to stuffed animals and dolls. Let’s go pick somethin’ from there, yes?” Harry tries, his daughter’s arms crossed and glaring at Harry like he had just killed her hopes and dreams.

“No! No!” The toddler absolutely wails, plopping her little diaper-clad bum on the ground before kicking her feet against the marble. She had herself worked up until her cheeks were cherry red and tears were staining her shirt.

Harry couldn’t lie - he’d only been watching her for about two hours and he was starting to feel anxiety creep up in his throat over what to do. It wasn’t that he couldn’t parent her, but it was a lot of crying and he hated seeing her upset.

“Why don’t we go eat some breakfast? Does that sound good, lovie?” Harry offers hopefully, having to contain a laugh at how much she looks like him when he’s angry. The little crease between her eyes, the green in her eyes sparkling a little darker than usual.

Her eyes peek up at her father, “Yes, Daddy.”

Harry sighs in relief, scrubbing at hand down his face, taking her into the kitchen, strapping her in the highchair before whipping up some cheesy eggs for her.

When he puts down the plate in front of her, he has to say she’s surprised when she slaps it off the tray and onto the floor, spilling everywhere. “No, want mummy’s breakfast.”

Her father looks at her with a comically bewildered expression before turning on his dad voice, “We do not throw things on the ground. Do you understand me, Ivy Elizabeth?”

Her full little lips are drawn into a tight pout as she tosses her baby fork on the ground to join the still warm eggs in a heap.

“Mummy’s breakfast.”

The scolding goes in one ear and out the other, she doesn’t acknowledge her father but continues on her demands.

He caves after trying to no avail to decipher what ‘mummy’s breakfast’ means.

Ivy threw her eggs on the ground. She’s demanding mummy’s breakfast.

She’s hated eggs for the past two weeks now. Vanilla yogurt with diced strawberries and blueberries in her red baby bowl.

He does as she says, arranges a nice little bowl of yogurt with the fruit. He couldn’t find the red bowl so he substituted for a blue one.

It results in the yogurt also being smacked to the ground.

She threw that on the ground too.

Did you put it in a red bowl?

I couldn’t find it, just put it in a blue bowl

She only wants to eat breakfast out of red bowls right now

Harry groans, he didn’t know his daughter was this difficult about breakfast time. He was usually gone by the time she’d woken up for the day. Y/N usually let him sleep in a bit on the weekends until ten or so.

After digging for the specific red bowl, doing up her breakfast again - Ivy happily begins eating until it drips down her sleep clothes, rubbed all over her cheeks, and it even manages up in her tangled locks.

“S’that just so yummy, Vee?” Harry hums after she’s finished. “Looks like it’s bath time.”

He really should have guessed at this point when she shakes her head and squeaks, “No!”

“Yes, s’bathtime,” Harry says sternly, traipsing upstairs with the wriggling toddler who is doing everything in her power to fight against her father’s hold.

“No, no, no. Ballerina,” Ivy brings it up again, making it a near impossible task for Harry to wrangle her out of her clothes and diaper.

While he’s running the bath, she darts from the bathroom and through the hallways, right towards the grand staircase where the baby gate isn’t closed. Harry really really didn’t want to yell at his daughter but she could seriously get hurt.

“Ivy Elizabeth Styles, if you don’t get your little bum over to Daddy right now, you’re going on the step and y’not having playtime at all,” Harry orders loudly, but breathing a sigh of relief when his daughter skids in her tracks to a halt.

The little girl turns on her heels, eyes wide in fright at her dad’s raised voice - which rarely ever happened unless she really wasn’t listening. She begins to cry but not in her now typical anger-induced haze but in a legitimate sad wail.

His heart aches as his daughter toddles obediently back over to him with her little head hung low in regret, “Daddy, hold me?”

Harry can’t deny her so he scoops her up into the crook of his arm, “M’sorry for yellin’, bug. But y’need to be good for Daddy? You could have gotten really hurt and that would have made Daddy sad, okay?”

Her eyes are watery as she looks up at him, her hand curling around his neck before burying her still yogurt-sticky face into his skin, hiccuping with sad whines, “Sad Daddy.”

“Mhm, now are you going to be nice and get a bath f’me? Y’dirty, bubby,” Harry smiles down at her to brighten back up her mood and it works because her dimples pop out of her cheeks and she flashes her small blocky baby teeth.

Ivy surprisingly does well in the bathtub, allowing her father to get her all cleaned up until she accidentally opens her eyes and gets baby soap in them, it’s another round of tears that cannot be controlled.

Harry totes the sobbing toddler into a cute little Moschino onesie and brings her into their bedroom. He’s so fucking exhausted and it was barely noon. His stress level was near a hundred as he couldn’t keep her from being pissed off for more than twenty minutes at a time.

Luckily, it seems like the screaming and crying for the last how many hours had taken a toll on her because as soon as she sprawled on her stomach on Harry’s chest, she’s out like a light. The cutest small snores coming from her as she smacks her lips together while she dreams.

He gives her a few minutes to fall into a deeper sleep before tiptoeing her into her nursery and laying her very carefully into her crib. She doesn’t wake, just whimpers softly and turns on her side, away from her father.

When he’s sure she’ll be okay, he goes back into their bedroom, and well...he just breathes. He didn’t realize how high his anxiety had been up to this point and his whole morning had been nothing but trying to get his daughter calm. He didn’t even have one moment to think about himself.

It really wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate Y/N being a stay at home mum - of course, he did. He already knew how bloody amazing and strong she was as a person, he didn’t need this to prove what he already knew. It was his stubbornness to not decline a challenge and they both knew that was the case.

Y/N really didn’t think that Harry doubted her abilities. He nearly spent most of his days telling her how proud he was of her and her abilities as a partner and mum. It doesn’t mean it didn’t sting when he brought up his job compared to hers.

Harry’s in his own world of thoughts that he doesn’t notice a figure leaning against the doorframe of the bedroom, “You got everything under control, H?”

His eyes darted up to meet his wife’s, “Not really. She’s a little terror,” He jokes (kind of).

“It’s easy compared to your job, right?” Y/N asks but it’s obviously rhetorical. She drops a few shopping bags on the floor before leaning down to unstrap her high heels, kicking them off along with throwing off the blazer to the floor.

“I never said your job was easy. Y’puttin’ words in my mouth,” Harry argues, sitting up straight and moving to sit on the edge of the bed.

“No, you’re right. It’s just not as hard as your job,” Y/N huffs, unbuttoning the tight jeans and shucking them off her thighs. She didn’t have any idea what she was doing to him right now, his mouth nearly watering when her thighs jiggle a bit.

“You’re right, it’s not as hard as my job,” Harry replies, studying his wife’s face when she looks up in surprise - that he was really going to take the fight that far.

“Wow, you re-”

“It’s not as hard as my job, it’s harder,” Harry murmurs, reaching out to pull his wife to stand between his legs, her looking down at him with her hands on his shoulders. “

What I’m doin’ is nothin’ compared to your job. Y’raising our little baby, shaping her into a good person, spending every moment of y’day with her, giving up a lot of who you are for her. That’s more difficult than what I do any day.”

“Har-”

“M’sorry, lovie. Y’know I think you’re the most amazing mum and wife. You do everything for the baba and I. I shouldn’t have taken my anger from my week out on you yesterday and then said the things that I did,” Harry apologizes, his face sincere and open as he leans forward to nuzzle at his wife’s stomach.

When her hands come to run through his unruly locks, he knows he’s forgiven, “I appreciate how hard you work too. I really do, H. You’re the best husband and daddy to Ivy we could ask for. I’m sorry I took my frustration out on you as well.”

“Do you ever feel like I put work before you or Ivy?” Harry asks softly against her thin tank top, his hands come to massage at her full hips. There was a hint of insecurity in his tone that made Y/N’s heart sink a bit.

“No, I really don’t. I was just...I was just upset and I knew that would upset you. I’m sorry, baby,” Y/N murmurs softly, leaning down to kiss at the top of his head.

“Y’going to let me show you how sorry I am, how good of a wife and mum you are?” Harry drawls, his hands going to tug up the fabric of her top and humming appreciatively when she lifts her arms to let him do so.

“Yeah, remind why I married your crabby ass,” Y/N teases playfully, reaching behind herself to let her bra fall down to the crooks of her elbows before tossing it to the floor with everything else. As she’s doing that, Harry takes it upon himself to shimmy off her panties.

“Y’sayin’ you just married me ‘cause I fuck you good?” Harry grunts, standing up suddenly and pulling her up into his arms until her legs are wrapped around his waist and arms around his neck.

“Mmm, mostly. Also for your bank account was pretty good-looking too,” She lies blatantly but he still rewards her with a bruising kiss to her lips as he backs her against the wall so he can use one hand to tug down his running shorts.

“I’d still have married you, best decision I’ve ever made,” Harry says, sobering up from their playfulness. He slows down to be careful as he slides up into her warm heat, her head falling back with a thud against the wall.

“Harry,” She moans approvingly, heels of her feet digging into his backside to goad him into moving faster, “Right there.”

“So bloody in love with you. Please tell me y’know that baby, c’mon, tell me,” Harry begs, leaning down to smear kisses against her collarbone.

“I know, H. You’re so good to me, I love you,” Y/N whines and Harry knows that whine like the back of his hand, she needs more. He reaches down to rub tight, rough circles against her swollen bud until she’s tensing and coming.

“You feel so good, every single time. Don’t know how you do it, s’like you were made just for me,” Harry chokes out, stuttering and coming with his lips suckling a deep spot onto her breast as he rides it out.

After they redress and are cuddled on the bed, murmuring sweet little apologizes and affirmations of love, they interrupted by an angry squeak from the baby monitor - signaling their daughter’s woken up.

“Ballerina!”

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vannybarber · 3 years

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Eyes Forward

Summary: Let's face it, long haired Chris is irresistible. So you take your chances.

Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: SMUT, oral (f to m), handjob, rimming (f to m), LONG HAIRED CHRIS, fluff 🥺 this gif can absorb me 🥵.

Watching the two beautiful brown skinned goddesses grind and makeout on the screen, you couldn't help the puddle forming in your panties. This wasn't the first time you and your buddy Christopher have watched explict films together. In fact, it was one of you guys' favorites genres.

You and Chris had found a show called 'The Wire', which has a 9.3 rating on IMDB. A rating that high on such a stingy app had to be good. A sex scene between the two women had arrived, which threw you both off because of how unfiltered it was. But you weren't complaining. Neither was Chris.

He was fixated on the TV, watching the view before him, a boner visibly formed through his grey sweats. Trying to adjust himself, he fails as he gets distracted again by the close up of them.

Getting a sudden burst of bravery, you maneuver your left hand onto his bulge and rub it in a slow motion. He whips his head at you, puzzled, but somehow absentmindedly grinding himself onto your hand.

You put your index finger to your mouth and point back to the screen with a small smirk. He follows your silent orders without protest. It's not like he could form words at the moment anyway.

The scene gets more intense as the woman straddling Sonja, the actress, breasts show on the screen and she takes them both in her mouth. Chris sucks in a breath, which is quickly covered with a cough as you add pressure to his covered length. You let a giggle escape from your pressed lips.

You turn your body so your front is fully facing his right side and switch hands, laying your right one back on his pants and your left around his neck.

"Y/N..", he says through gritted teeth.

"Shh and keep your eyes foward." You nibble on his ear and squeeze him to affirm your instructions. Moving your lips down to his neck, planting long but soft kisses, he groans, thrusting himself up in your grip. Getting at his hints, you push your hand inside his pants and slowly smooth a soft but firm way down his shaft. It almost shocked you how long it took your fingertips to reach the head.

You look up at Chris and his eyes are slowly closing so you squeeze him in your hand. He shoots his eyes open and looks at you.

"Do not close your eyes. Keep them open and watch the TV" you command in a rather stern voice. "Don't they look amazing?" He nods his head in agreement.

"The one with the short hair has beautiful tits." You smile because he's absolutely right.

"Yes, she does. Look at the way she's sucking them." As you comment on the scene, you rub your hand up and down his cock as much as possible, but grow frustrated with the restriction of his clothes. "Take your pants off."

He moves to shove his jeans down and kicks his feet out the holes. Getting a better view, he is well endowed. You take both hands and stroke him. He can't help but watch, but the scene is over so you don't scold him.

"You like that baby?" You coax him, moving a little faster. You both make eye contact and he breathlessly lets out a 'yes'. You bit your lip and smile. Catching him off guard, you dip your head down and take him in your mouth.

He maneuvers his right hand onto your ass, giving it a squeeze. You moan around him, making him groan and thrust up into your mouth. Suddenly you pull back. He quickly gets worried.

"What's wrong?" You cup his cheek.

"Oh nothing. As much as I love you feeling on my ass, I want you to see me sucking your cock."

With that, you slide off the couch and on your knees in between his legs. He sighs, appeased and adjusting himself so he could get the perfect view.

"Hope you weren't worried there." You joke, smiling and winking at him. He grins, shaking his head. He's still rock solid and throbbing when you grab his cock again and sliding your mouth back on it.

After bobbing your head up and down for some time, you take him out and push his legs further out to drag your tounge from the very bottom, swirling around his tight hole. You let out a hot breath over it, resulting in him letting out a small whimper while you pump him faster.

You move back up, tongue still on him and lick up his wide shaft and take him back in your mouth, finishing him off. A few more seconds and you feel him twitch.

"Fuck, I'm 'bout to cum" he groans out. Warm shots of his seed score in your throat and slide down your tongue. Satisfied, you suck up and off him, making sure you collect every drop. You open your mouth, and show him the mess he made in you. He nods with approval.

"Swallow."

You gulp down all the sweet content and smile at him. Getting off your knees, you strip from your clothes, pussy aching from the need to have him inside you. He watches as you remove everything, all your forbidden parts coming into view.

"Like whatcha see, Evans?" You smirk at him.

"Yeah, but I'd like it better if it was inside it." He doesn't have to say any more. You climb on his lap and pull his shirt over his head, ginger locks falling back into place.

"Ya know, I'm really loving this look. You should keep your hair like this." You comb your fingers through his silky hair, mesmerized with it.

"If it makes you do shit like this, I'm just might." He traces his fingers on your thighs and moves them up your hips and on your back, pushing you towards him. Your lips plant on his, moving in perfect motion, not missing one beat.

Mouths staying connected, you grab his cock and meet it with your entrance and sink down slowly to feel it stretch every wall. You suck in a breath and moan, fully seated on him. After getting comfortable, you pull away and start moving on him. Looking in his eyes, you search for his breaking point. The move that's gonna do it for him.

"You like that baby? You like when I bounce on your cock?" His eyes shift almost at your verbal attack. He slaps your ass in response but also a warning. You just grin. It's working.

"Gotdamn Y/N, you're so fucking tight." His face crunches up, head thrown to the cushion of the couch. You squeeze him as a thanks. Workouts pay off.

"A tight, wet pussy and a big ole cock, what'd you expect?" You kind of laugh as you move faster on him. You could feel him touching every spot inside you, that sharp ping of pleasure hitting you everytime you slide back up.

"Fuck, daddy you're gonna make me cum," you whine out, not being able to handle the feeling, like you asserted before. You flatten your palms on his shoulders and try to bounce as fast as you can, but the ecstasy is weakening your ability. Chris takes notice and quickly solves the issue.

Pushing you towards him, he adjusts your knees up a little closer to his hips and grips your ass and starts fucking into you. You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders and drop your head down beside his.

"Mmm Chris that feels so," you let out a whimper when he hits your spot 2 thrusts in a row, "so good."

"Mhm you thought you were the one in control, didn't you sweetheart?" The sound of your ass hitting his thighs accelerates your want to cum. You need it so bad.

"Shoving your hand down my pants, tryna seduce me, but who's the one getting her pretty little hole fucked??" At every word, a thrust gets harder and your mind goes even more blank.

You can't even form words, only adorable tiny noises and moans leaving your vocal box. He grips your waist roughly, not satisfied with your answer.

"You better fucking answer me or I'll stop right now and make you suck me off again and this sweet little pussy won't get to cum." He slaps your sore pussy and you inhale a single, but deadly breath.

"I am! I'm getting my little h-hole fucked," you scream. It was humiliating, but that's what made it more arousing. You tried to be in control, but failing effortlessly once he was deep inside you.

"Good baby. Daddy's fucking this hole way better than anyone else could, so it's only fair that it belong to me now, right?" He looks up at you and grabs your face to look him in the eyes. "This pussy is mine, yeah?"

At this point, fuck it.

"Yes, Daddy my hole belongs to you! All my holes are yours." You could feel that familiar pressure rising in the pit of your stomach as he fucks up in it. You grow excited, but more determined to make it last.

"I'm gonna cum," you moan as he lets your face go, but not breaking eye contact. "Make me cum, Daddy. I wanna cum all over your cock. I want it so bad. More than anything!"

"Just let go, baby. Let go for Daddy." His voice is soft and encouraging. You do as he says and let your orgasm take over your body. He could feel your hot cum spreading all over the head of his cock.

In retaliation, he shortly follows, filling your pussy to the brim, quite more than he ever has before.

"I feel so full." You sigh, content and fulfilled. A dopey smile is on your face and your body is limp. He rubs your back and plants kisses on the side of your face and on your shoulder blade.

"I'm gonna go give you a bath. Alright, bear?" He turns his head, waiting for you to look at him and give the 'ok'. You lift your head.

"Can we just stay here for a little bit longer please?" He kisses your nose and wraps his arms around you, securing you to him.

"Of course." You lie your head back down and close your eyes.

You could get used to this.

I know I said I was gonna finish this a long time ago, but I got distracted per usual 😭 hope you guys liked it 🧡

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sourwulf · 3 years

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hello 🥺🥺 idk if you're willing to do smut or anything nsfw, but i was wondering if you'd be willing to do something where u and stiles take each other's virginities?

༄ word count — 1.9k

፨ characters — stiles stilinski

☓ tw — none

⊹ cw — smut & oral

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it was date night for you and stiles. aka the first time you’d been alone together in what felt like forever, even though it’d only been about a week. being friends with werewolves, banshees, and kitsunes came with its own challenges, and not getting any time to spend together just the two of you was one of them.

but tonight, a saturday, it was just you and him watching star wars. it was one of his favorite film franchises, and he’d been trying to get you to watch it for months. you finally gave in, and he brought over all of his dvds.

you were laying on the couch in his living room, his dad working overnight at the sheriff’s station.

you were laying on the edge with him behind you, his arm wrapped around your front. he had his head propped up in his palm to see over you.

it was going smoothly until you adjusted your position, unintentionally grinding into his crotch. you could immediately feel the energy in the room grow tense, awkwardness filling your bodies.

“sorry,” you mumbled, looking back to see a red stiles focusing on the tv. and that was when you could feel his growing erection pressing into your back.

“no, i’m sorry.”

he leaned in to kiss you, and you kissed him back. you reached up to place your hand on his cheek, pulling him closer.

only a second later, you were on your back with him between your thighs, kissing you softly. when his lips moved to your neck, you took in a deep breath.

“stiles,” you whispered, making him look at you. “neither of us have done this before.”

it was as if he remembered that both of you were virgins, and his demeanor changed. he got nervous and anxious, his breathing growing unsteady.

“do you not want to?”

you nodded quickly. “i do. i just... maybe we shouldn’t do this on the couch.”

“oh. good point.”

“you get the condoms, i’ll meet you in your room, yeah?”

this time, it was his turn to quickly nod, jumping off of you and practically sprinting upstairs with you close behind.

—

your head hit his pillow, his body pressing you into the mattress. his lips met yours quickly as he ground into you. his hands reached up into your shirt and you gasped at the sensation of his icy fingers, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth.

kissing him made you feel lightheaded and flustered, fuzziness clouding your vision. his hands worked softly and slowly under the fabric, enjoying how your skin felt on his fingertips. he took in every inch of you, trying to memorize it. his kiss slipped back to your neck again, and they left tiny hickeys everywhere they touched.

you tugged on his soft hair to get him to come back up to your lips, then worked your way down his neck. he let out a shallow moan at the contact and shut his eyes, savoring the feeling of your mouth on his neck.

you kissed and licked, smiling as he slowly lost it. you reached down and tugged his shirt over his head, taking in the sight of his slightly-toned abdomen.

“my eyes are up here,” he joked, making you chuckle. you sat up slightly to take off your shirt, causing him to gulp at the view.

“my eyes are up here,” you mocked and he smirked, pushing you onto your back gently, kissing down your chest. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he kissed across your half-exposed breasts, cupping them as he did.

you arched your back and reached under you to unhook your bra, and that was when his breathing stopped.

“is something wrong?” you asked, nervousness laced in your voice.

“no,” he said quickly. “you’re just... so beautiful.”

you felt your cheeks go red as you giggled, pulling him back in for a kiss. he snaked his hands down to the waistband of your pants, slipping his hand into your underwear and dipping a finger under the fabric to feel how wet you were. you gasp at the contact, and he continued kissing you.

“stiles,” you moaned into his mouth, making a groan exit his. “shit... that feels good.”

“yeah?”

“mhm.”

a few seconds later, he pulled his hand out of your underwear, pulling the rest of your clothes off your body and tossing them onto the floor. you, out of habit, pressed your thighs together, hiding your lower body from his eyes.

he gently pulled your thighs apart, hungry yet kind eyes tracing your skin.

“why are you trying to hide from me?” he asked gently in the tone of voice that made your heart flutter. it wasn’t a commanding or rude tone, in fact just the opposite. it was gentle, concerned.

“because you’re the first person to see me naked in a long time.”

he dipped his head down and kissed your knee, maintaining eye contact with you.

“you don’t have to cover yourself. i promise.”

you nodded, and a split second later, he was on his stomach with his head between your legs.

“i, uh, don’t really know what i’m doing,” he confessed, making you giggle.

“it’s okay. just do what you think you should do.”

almost with hesitation, he licked a stripe up your clit, making you gasp involuntarily.

“did that feel good?” he asked with concern in his voice. you nodded, and he went back to work.

your body squirmed, your back arched, and your toes curled. moans tumbled from your lips and you reached down to tug his hair.

him being a virgin made you assume he had no idea what he was doing, but you were wrong. he knew exactly what to do, and he was damn good at it.

but it didn’t last long, as he pulled away less than a minute after starting.

“is something wrong?” you asked, noticing he was moving his jaw.

“my jaw hurts,” he said defeatedly.

you couldn’t help but burst out laughing at the way he said it, gripping his face and kissing him.

you pushed his pants and underwear down with your feet before wrapping your hand around his length, causing a shudder to run down his body. he squeezed his eyes shut as you continued kissing and stroking him, a desperate whine leaving his throat.

he reached over to the nightstand where he’d laid the box of condoms and pulled one out, all while trying not to knock the box onto the floor.

“do you know how to put one of those on?” you asked sarcastically, making him give you a look.

“i think i can figure it out.”

he looked back at you when it was on, and he leaned down to gently kiss you.

“are you sure about this?” he asked, making you smile.

“yes, stiles. i’m sure. do you want to?”

he gave you a look, as if to say ‘isn’t it obvious?’

“absolutely.” he reached down and lined himself up with your entrance, and you took in a deep breath. “ready?”

you nodded frantically. “yeah.”

he gently pressed into you, and you silently gasped, your eyebrows turning upward and your mouth dropping open. an involuntary moan filled his ears, which in turn made him groan.

once he bottomed out, he looked at you. “good?”

“good.” he kissed you for a moment, and he slowly pulled out before thrusting back in.

even though this was new, it was a thrilling sensation, one that made your stomach flip. your eyes stayed locked with his and his lips parted slightly, a groan low in his throat.

it was soft and slow, and you could feel every part of him — his skin against yours, his heartbeat in his chest, his hands, which were now gripping yours and holding them above your head.

one hand left yours and, a second later, you felt his fingers rubbing circles onto your clit, which made you jump. you let out a loud moan and he did the same in response, pulling you back in for another kiss.

“stiles, i think- i think i’m close.”

almost as if he knew exactly what to do, he picked up his pace to a fast but still gentle one. your knees pressed into his sides as the coil in your stomach built quicker than you anticipated it would.

you’d had orgasms before, considering you’d masturbated quite a few times. but none of the buildups for them had been anything like this one. this one was different.

it was like you were underwater, desperately trying to swim to the surface. you were kicking your feet and paddling your arms to the point they were on fire, fighting for that breath of air.

and then suddenly, you got to the surface.

your legs trembled like they never had before, your eyes were screwed shut tightly, and your hands gripped his shoulders, your nails digging into the skin.

it took everything in you not to scream out — not to scream his name.

and as swiftly as it’d started, it ended. he’d stopped his motions, allowing you to catch your breath.

you’d fantasized about your first time a lot, and in none of those fantasies did you cum. you figured whoever you’d lose it to would also be inexperienced, so you didn’t anticipate for them to be able to make you feel good.

but wow were you wrong.

“you good?” he breathed.

“so good,” you responded. “you feel so good, stiles. so good.”

starting his movements again, he went a bit faster now, but still slow enough to not overwhelm you. he pressed open mouthed kisses to your neck and jaw, moaning as he did so. you admired the sound, thinking his moan had to be the hottest sound you’d ever heard, and you could sense he was also close.

he moaned your name, which almost made you cum right then and there. as he came, his pace and rhythm changed to a choppy, quick one, compared to his smooth, gentle one.

he rested his forehead on yours as he finished, both of you panting loudly. neither of you moved for a few minutes, absorbing the fact that neither of you were virgins anymore.

a giggle formed in your throat and you smiled as he looked at you, chuckling to himself. he kissed you once more before pulling out of you slowly, which made you softly moan. when he was laying back down next to you, he reached down and gripped your hand.

neither of you spoke. and you rolled onto your side to rest your head on his shoulder.

“you okay?” he asked, still playing with your fingers.

“absolutely.”

“good.” he kissed the top of your head, wrapping his arm around you. “i’m glad you were my first.”

you looked at him. “me too.” he kissed you one last time before getting comfortable and closing his eyes, the two of you eventually drifting off to sleep.

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drakenology · 3 years

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janitor’s closet - kirishima x reader

categories: cunnilingus, blow job, riding, exhibitionism, slight degradation, unprotected sex, cussing, cervix kissin’, nasty hook up in the janitor’s closet.

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Hanamura Corp; a place known for legitimate business. Every employee including yourself was very capable of their job and it was wonderful to be a part of. But God was it fucking boring. Everyone there just ignored each other, did their job and clocked out once their shift was done and over with. With the exception of a few women you’d talk to around break time, The entire building was often so quiet you forgot other people worked there.

One thing that made your job a little bit exciting was the escapades that took place every Wednesday in the janitor’s closet. The janitor who worked mostly Wednesdays was quite possibly the most gorgeous man to walk those halls.

Ejiro Kirishima; a sweetheart who worked as a janitor here at Hanamura Corp for a few years now. What he was doing working as a janitor and as not a male model was a mystery.

He was tall; 6′11 to be exact, with long red hair he often had tied back in a messy bun, strands of his hair cheekily escaping from the sides. Not to mention his body. Eijiro was an absolute beast of a man; his entire body was ripped. His arms were gigantic and covered in tattoos. The women of the facility often gossiped about the ginormous janitor who came by their cubicles with a warm smile and a tip of his cap.

“God, he’s so sexy. I’d like to just jump his fucking bones.”

“I wonder what he’s like in bed. Probably an insatiable beast.”

“I just know his dick is huge. Fuck, I can only imagine.”

She guessed right. His dick is huge. How do you know that? Because you’re the one fucking him in the Janitor’s closet every so often. Every Wednesday when he worked, he’d walk past your cubicle and tap you on the shoulder. You’d turn and practically drool at the sight of him, knowing that in a few hours you’d be getting railed until you can hardly walk back to your desk. How this became so routine? Hell, you’ve long since forgotten. But who gives a fuck about the details?

“See you at noon?” He’d whisper in your ear, chuckling when you nod meekly. 12 o’clock was the time everyone usually took their lunch break which had proven to be the perfect time to get fucked on the job.

Once the clock struck 12, you slide your panties off under your desk and tuck them in your briefcase, a rule set by Kirishima to ensure that your cunt is exposed and ready for his filling. You walk towards the janitor’s closet; the one next to the women’s room and stand there to wait, awkwardly waving at the women who came out of the restroom with a weird stare. Suddenly the door opens and someone pulls you inside.

Finally. He kissed you hard, his big stern hands grabbing and caressing your ass as if he owned you and everything attached to you. You moan into his mouth, wrapping your legs around his waist when he lifts you and pins you against the cold steel supply shelf. “Miss me, gorgeous?” Kirishima asks, his lips ghosting over yours as he hikes your skirt up over your ass, biting his lip when he feels you’re completely bare underneath.

“You’re such a little slut for me, taking your panties off to come and get fucked in the janitor’s closet.” He starts kissing your neck, nibbling slightly to mark you just a little; he can’t help himself.

You’re already getting so hot, your slick pooling at his fingertips as they run along your folds. He stands you on your feet and turns you around, getting down on his knees to worship your ass. His hands slap each cheek firmly, causing you to flinch and lean into the wall, ass sticking out for him.

Before you can speak, his hands spread your ass apart, spitting onto your pussy. His tongue starts lapping up your slick folds as his hands squeeze your ass, your nails digging into your palms as you groan into your sleeves. You’re mewling so much you could swear someone could hear you, Kirishima’s thick fingers now sliding inside you while he stands on his feet.

“Gotta get that tight cunt ready for me, baby. You like that?” He huffs into your hair, pumping his fingers inside you at a slow pace. You nod as you back your hips into his hand, Kirishima grabbing one hip to keep you still.

“So eager. Stay still would, ya?” Kirishima taunts, speeding up his fingers as he smacked you ass to scold you. You yelp, the sting from the hit fading into blinding pleasure as he fingered you, your cunt squelching and making obscene noises as you feel your legs turn to pudding.

“Kiri I c-can’t, you’re gonna make me c-cum!” You whine, chewing on your bottom lip.

“That’s the idea. Mm, cum all over my fucking fingers.” He urged, his fingers diving deeper into your greedy walls, your cunt sucking him inside as you cum with a hard clench. Kirishima smirked and pulled his fingers out of you, sticking them into his mouth with a moan at your flavor.

“Good fuckin’ girl. On your knees.” He demands, pointing towards the floor. You obliged, moaning when you see him take his cock out of his uniform pants. Good lord, you don’t think you’ll ever get used to seeing it in all its glory.

He was impossibly thick and long, prominent veins running along the shaft and a perfectly soft and spongey head; the one that kissed your cervix with every thrust. You open your mouth for him, tongue lolling out as he sticks his cock inside. Your lips wrap around him, moaning at the taste of his skin as you bob your head. Kirishima takes a fistful of your hair and fucks your throat, hissing when you gag and drool all over his cock. Your hands start grabbing at your breasts, unbuttoning your top to pull them outside of your bra.

“God, look at you..” Kirishima groans, you giggling when he pulls you off his cock with a lewd “pop” sound. “Such a dirty girl.” Kirishima takes his thick cock and slaps it against your wet lips, pressing between them to get your mouth open again. Sucking him off got you so wet; the sounds of slurping and gagging. All of his dirty words laced with pleasurable grunts stirred your insides as your cunt ached with need.

Every time his cock hit the back of your throat you moan, reaching your hand down to help relieve the ache in your core.

“Shit..” Eijiro moans at the state of you, a usually prim and proper business woman on her knees for him looking so fucking sloppy.

It was the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, taking his hand to pinch and play with your nipples as you suckle on his dick head, taking it and slapping it against your tongue with a love struck look in your eye.

He burned that image of you in his mind, wanting to revisit this moment later when he was alone while bucking his hips to get you to wrap those soft lips around his cock again. Your fingers rub lazy circles on your swollen clit, moaning around his dick as he fucked your mouth.

“So fucking sexy, baby.” He hissed, pulling his cock from your lips and sitting on his haunches.

“C’mere.” He demands, slapping his thighs to get you to sit in his lap. You straddle his waist, his length resting on your slick cunt. He grinds your hips against his, the under side of his cock rubbing against your swollen clit with a groan. Kirishima lowers his hand and gives you the filling you’ve been craving all week, pressing his length against your weeping hole and pulling your hips down onto his length.

The dull stretch caused you to grab onto his shoulders and hold tight, bouncing on his cock slowly to adjust to his monster of a cock. It was all so delicious; Kiri running his thumb along your swollen bud with a satisfied grunt.

“Fuck, I’m cumming already, Eiji- shit!” You wail, breathy moans leaving your lips as he ruts his hips upwards, one of his big hands grabbing at your breast, the other rubbing your clit in soft circles.

“Fuckin’ hell, baby..” He groans, rolling your hips into his as his hands run along your soft ass, striking it harshly. You’re drooling into his shoulder, holding onto the shelf that contained cleaning supplies for good measure, trying to keep up with his movements. With all the shaking, all the cleaning products started toppling over, loud clangs of the metal shelf echoing through the small closet to mask your loud moans.

You both let out breathy half giggles, melting into each other’s bodies as Kirishima reached up to wrap your hair around his hand to yank it, attacking your now exposed neck with hot kisses and nibbles. He stands on his feet, fingers pressed into your ass to keep a tight grip on you as he lowered you onto his cock. You see stars as Eijiro picks you up and drops you onto his thick cock, scrambled sentences leaving your mouth as your mouth hangs open in bliss.

Kirishima kicks over a bucket, the stupid thing in his path as he pressed your bare back against the cold concrete wall. He rolls his hip into yours, lips wrapped around one of your nipples, nibbling lightly. Grunting and high pitched whines fill the closet, your bodies practically sticking together from the heat you both omitted. Tongues intertwined with each other, hands traveling along naked skin as he hit your g-spot over and over again in a blind rage.

“F-Fuck! I’m gonna cum for you, baby.” you squeal, toes curling so hard you feel a cramp coming on; Kirishima bucking into with more fervor as you both reach a climax.

“’M gonna cum inside you. Gonna make you my fuckin’ cum dump.” He huffed, your eyes rolling to the back of your head with every hit against your cervix.

You both grunt; Kirishima painting your insides white as he rests you both onto the floor, grinding his hips a few more times before pulling out his flaccid form. Your back laid flat on the cold floor, looking up at him with clouded eyes from all the tears you shed from your encounter. Sex with Kirishima made working at this stuffy place so much more worth it. As he looked down at you he helped fix your clothes, the timer on his watch beeping to signal it was time to get back to work.

“Ya know, we don’t have to wait to see each other once a week. I could fuck you like this every day, every night...” Eijiro said, wiping the sweat from your brow.

“Are you asking me out?” You tease, sitting up to button up your shirt.

“Depends.. are you saying yes?” He asks, raising his eyebrow as he adjusts his pants.

“Maybe.”

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inkykeiji · 4 years

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do i make you scared? baby won’t you take me back

characters: dabi | todoroki touya, shigaraki tomura

genre: smut with a bit of angst sprinkled over it

notes: the second part of a companion piece to i can take you there but baby you won’t make it back. i’m really not kidding when i say this is almost entirely smut. uhhh virgin!tomura is a nasty nasty boy, please please please heed the warnings and stay safe! <3 | title credit: save that shit by lil peep

warnings: 18+, pseudo-incest (stepcest), non-consensual branding (yes, branding in the sense that something is being burned into the skin), noncon/dubcon, dacryphilia, cheating, degradation/dumbification, emotional manipulation, cumplay/snowballing, cockwarming, size difference, generally toxic relationships

words: 7.1k

synopsis:

“Was it good?” he seethes, eyes narrowed sharply. You think you might be able to detect a hint of distress sown into his voice, but you have no time to meditate on the thought as he yanks again, pulling your head back further. “Was it worth it?”

Glistening tears stream down your cheeks and you exhale harshly through your nose, teeth gritted as you urgently try to stop crying.

“Fucking answer me,” he growls out the words, but he sounds almost…desperate? You’ve never heard his voice like this before, and it’s then that it finally dawns on you.

You got him back.

✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰

To your surprise, you spend the rest of your night the day after the party texting Tomura, and every time your screen lights up with a message from him, it sends a whole flock of butterflies fluttering in your tummy. You should feel guilty, really, but you’ve never been in a situation like this before and it’s…exhilarating.

It’s risky, answering these texts when Touya’s a mere few feet from you, but it sends sparks shooting up your spine, the idea of getting caught doing something you’re definitely not supposed to, the very thought of how upset he’d be if he knew, making you feel giddy.

You guard your phone closely for the rest of the week, deleting messages exactly after you send them—Touya has taken it and gone through it in the past, so it wasn’t far-fetched to think he may try to do the same thing again. It wasn’t like he didn’t notice your nose in your phone, little giggles bubbling up from your chest as you responded to whatever was on the screen. You can see it in his eyes, the frustration building each and every time a soft laugh escapes your lips, eyes glimmering as you tap out a response.

You plan your impending visit strategically, in tandem with Tomura. He knows Touya’s unpredictable and seemingly ever-changing schedule better than you do, and you both know that there’s absolutely no way in hell Touya would ever willingly let you hang out with each other—he barely leaves the two of you alone when Tomura comes over to your house, so you can only imagine how livid he’d be if you even asked to go spend some time with him, just the two of you.

You wear your prettiest dress—Touya’s favourite dress, a deep, satiny crimson—two inches too short to be considered proper, the hem brushing your midthigh. It hides a pair of baby pink cotton panties you’re sure Tomura will like.

Your veins thrum with the combined mix of terror and anticipation as he lets you in, and the heady combination has your entire body trembling. Tomura gives you a look as you kick your shoes off, eyes narrowed as they scan your body.

“You comin’ down or something?”

“I-I’m not allowed drugs,” you admit meekly, eyes falling to your feet, toes wiggling a bit.

Tomura snorts, an amused little smirk on his lips as he mutters, “No, of course not,”

Long, slender fingers wrap around your wrist, his cold touch making you jump, giving a slight yank as he begins leading you. He lives alone, in an apartment his father pays for—which is surprisingly much tidier than you expected—and you can’t help but look around curiously, eager to learn more about him, glazed eyes searching for hints in the empty takeout containers littering the counter, in the few articles of clothing strewn around the place.

Brows knit together when he bypasses his bedroom completely—the door wide open to reveal a large bed with blue sheets tangled at the bottom—and leads you to a living room with plush couches and an ornate rug you’re positive he didn’t pick out by himself. His fingers release, and he plops down on the floor, hands curling around a gaming controller. Scarlet eyes drift to you, up your legs and to your face, and you resist the urge to shiver under his intense gaze—you’re sure he can see straight up your dress from this angle.

But he does nothing except look at you expectantly, not breaking his stare until you finally sit down next to him, daintily tucking your knees under yourself.

Then he’s shoving an extra controller at you almost aggressively, the sudden motion pulling a gasp from your throat, making you flinch away.

“Relax,” he rolls his eyes, pushing the controller at you again and shaking it a little in his hand, trying to entice you to take it. “I’m not gonna hurt you, or anything,”

“You…You’re—what?”

Tomura observes you carefully, scrutinizing now, eyes narrowing a little as they scan your face. You stare back at him dumbly, lips slightly parted. “What?” he snaps.

“But I thought—I mean, I want you to—”

“What?”

“That came out wrong,” you rush to say, shutting your eyes tightly in embarrassment. “What I mean is…Um, didn’t I come over so we can like, fuck?” your cheeks burn as you force the words out, ears ringing as blood rushes to your face, so loud you almost miss his sharp intake of breath.

Tomura’s eyes widen and he stares at you for a long moment before he checks his phone, scrolling through your messages. “You said…You wanted to play video games?”

You look at him, blinking in astonishment. “And you believed that?”

Tomura frowns a little, eyebrows knitting, slightly defensive. “Well, yeah?”

You’re at a loss for words as you stare back at the man sitting cross-legged in front of you, watching you closely. This is the guy Touya so desperately didn’t want you to be around?

Powerless to stop the little giggle that bubbles up in your throat, you inch towards him on your knees. “You’re kinda cute, y’know?”

Soft notes of tiger orchid and sweet sticky toffee waft over him, your body heat clinging to his skin as you settle beside him, thigh touching his knee. He seethes at you, and his fingers twitch around the controller, a hand moving to rake his nails against his neck.

You reach out, little fingers wrapping around his wrist and pulling it away from his flesh.

“Do you want to?” you ask softly, gazing at him through your lashes, bringing his palm to rest over your breast.

“Are you stupid?” he spits, fingers instantly tightening the moment they meet satin, the strength of his grip making you gasp. “Of course I fucking want to. Do you know how many times I’ve jerked off to you? Christ,”

Warmth blossoms in your chest at the confession, sparking a dull heat that begins to spread deep in the pit of your stomach. You’re flattered, even though you can hear Touya’s voice in the back of your mind, sharp and condescending, reprimanding you for being so easy.

“Yeah? What did you think about?” Your voice quivers a little as you ask the question, but that doesn’t stop his ruby eyes from darkening, his free hand dropping the controller to shamelessly rub at the bulge in his jeans.

“How cute your little cunt must be, how sweet it’d taste, how good those lips would feel wrapped around my cock as I fuck your throat,” his voice drops an octave as he speaks, low and dangerous as he kneads your breast hard—too hard, but adrenaline keeps the pain from registering.

He’s reaching for you now, pale hands pawing at your hips and dragging you over, forcing you to straddle his lap. A soft whimper falls from your lips as he instantly begins rolling his hips up, like he can’t bear to wait, fingers digging into your flesh as they hold you in place.

Neither can you, apparently, because you begin wiggling a little in his grasp, trying in vain to rut against him.

“You’re a little whore, huh? Even with a virgin, you can’t help but grind on a hard cock,” he smirks, lips at your ear. “A hard cock’s a hard cock I guess, makes no difference to you, greedy little slut,”

A mewl escapes your throat as you nod, hips pushing forcefully against his, grinding your little cunt against rough denim.

Wait, virgin?

“A v-virgin?”

“Yeah, lucky you,”

His words taper off into a growl, vibrating in his chest, hands leaving your waist to cup your jaw and roughly pull your face to his, lips crashing into yours. You emit a soft, startled noise into his mouth, and he swallows it greedily, tongue forcing its way through your parted lips and into your mouth, commanding your own tongue into submission almost instantaneously.

It’s nothing like kissing Touya. Your body follows your tongue, melting into him. Fingers grip your jaw, pressing crescent indents into the skin as he guides your head to exactly where he wants it to go.

It isn’t romantic. It’s harsh, and desperate, a mess of teeth and tongues fighting for dominance. A hand tangles in your hair and pulls, forcing your head back and revealing your arched neck to him. His lips trail down the column of your throat, leaving wet, sloppy kisses in their wake.

“I wanna fuck you already,” he whines a little, aggressively thrusting against your clothed core. You moan out an affirmative noise, nodding.

“One rule,” you breathe out.

“Hmm? And what’s that?” his lips are against your neck, tongue painting it in glistening saliva with slow, languid strokes.

“No marks,” you yelp out just as his teeth sink into your skin. It stings, Tomura keeping his mouth latched onto your neck for a few seconds, teeth buried in the soft flesh. His tongue laves over the mark before pulling away completely, and a shiver crawls up your spine as the bite is exposed to the cool air.

He’s giggling into your shoulder, nipping at the skin superficially. “Oops,”

“Tomura!” you whine, making no effort to pull his lips from your neck. “Touya’s going to murder me,”

He laughs again, pulling back and rolling his eyes. “And, what? He isn’t already going to kill you for fucking someone else?”

There isn’t a moment to respond, though, not a second to try and explain how weird Touya gets about marks in particular, because then he’s crushing his lips to yours again, hard, fervent, bruising.

“Gonna cum soon if you don’t fucking do something,” he practically snarls into your mouth.

The very thought of Tomura cumming in his pants just from a few minutes of dry humping makes your entire stomach flutter, a flash of pure confidence surging in your chest as involuntary words tumble from your mouth.

“Oh?” you murmur, breath hot against his lips. “Something? Like this?” you begin gyrating your hips in tiny, quick circles, giggling at the groan you rip from his throat.

And Tomura hates how fucking innocent you sound, gazing at him with glassy eyes and swollen lips and a sinful little smile.

“Stop,” it’s supposed to be a command, an order, but it comes out as a broken whine, his hands latching onto your hips again as he forces you to move even faster, rocking into you.

“Doesn’t feel like you want me to stop,” you pout a little and he huffs out a curse.

It’s intoxicating, to be in a position of power like this. It isn’t your favourite—you’re much too shy and indecisive to be in a role like this all the time—but the novelty of it excites you nonetheless. Touya never lets you do anything like this, hates being teased with a passion, but Tomura seems to enjoy it, like it’s some sort of game to him.

“Little bitch,” he breathes out, though his forehead is resting against yours, eyes shut, soft grunts spilling from his throat.

“C’mon, Tomura,” you whimper, and now it sounds like you’re the one begging. “Make a mess in your pants for me? P-Pretty please?”

That’s all it takes to have his hips stilling, fingers pressing bruises into your skin as he grips you tightly, holding you in place and forcing you to grind against him ever-so-slightly as his cock throbs and twitches in his jeans.

You expect him to push you off immediately after, to shout and berate you for such behaviour, but he doesn’t. Instead, he leans back against the bottom of the couch, arms encircling your waist and bringing you with him.

It must be uncomfortable, to sit in those soiled jeans filled with cum, but he doesn’t seem to care, more interested in exploring your mouth with his tongue as you kiss lazily. You don’t mind, although your clit is aching and swollen, pussy fluttering around nothing every so often as his fingers explore your body, kneading your ass and tweaking nipples, your panties soaked all the way through and sticking to you unpleasantly.

And it’s due to this that your hips still manage to rock against his in minuscule movements that are more teasing than anything else, little micro-circles that have your drenched cunt grinding gently against wet denim.

It seems he has an impossibly short refraction period because, before long, his cock’s hard again, pressing up into your clothed hole. You whimper his name into his mouth and he breaks the kiss, lips red and puffy, shining with saliva.

“Take my cock out,” he instructs, voice stern despite his slight breathlessness. You crawl off his lap and do as your told, popping the button, tugging the zipper down and pulling at the waistband of his jeans. He lifts his hips just enough to aid you in dragging them down to his thighs, cock springing free.

“Clean it up,”

It’s covered in cum, so much cum—too much cum, more than is normal—glistening in the low light of the living room. It twitches a little under your gaze, as if to say get on with it already, so you wrap a hand around the base and bring the head to your lips.

You start with kitten licks, tongue tracing around the head and playing with the slit, pulling a deep, throaty moan from him.

“Don’t—Don’t swallow it,” he rasps. “Clean me up and keep all my cum in your mouth,”

It’s difficult—his cum is much more bitter than Touya’s, and you gag a few times as it settles on your tongue, marinating in your mouth. You try your best to hold it in your cheeks and away from your tastebuds, working as quickly as possible as you lap it up, gazing up at him with teary eyes when you’re finished.

“What a good girl,” he spits in a patronizing tone, like it’s an insult. “Kiss me,”

It’s a demand you have no choice but to obey, a hand rooting in your hair and yanking you up to face him.

He all but smashes your lips together, fingers still wrapped tightly in your hair, holding you in place. His tongue forces its way through your lips and you greet it eagerly, desperate to get his cum out of your mouth.

Except he doesn’t let you pull away after you’ve passed the majority of his cum to him, the bitter taste still stinging your tongue. No, he uses the fist tangled in your hair to keep you still as he shoves his tongue into your mouth again, transferring the cum—now watered down a little with his saliva—into the warm cavern yet again.

You whine, and he chuckles, lips spreading into a grin against yours.

“Swallow it,” he whispers, pulling back just enough to watch your expression as you force it down your throat, face souring, eyes squeezed shut as your lips pucker just a little. “Open, lemme see,”

Your mouth falls open obediently, little droplets of water clinging to your lashes as you gaze up at him, waiting for approval.

“Good,” he practically purrs, eyes darkening as his fingers caress your face. “Now I want to fuck you,”

You’re nodding, but he doesn’t give you a moment to respond, beginning to manhandle you into the position he wants before he’s even finished speaking. The oriental rug is soft against your cheek as he presses your face to the ground, hands curling around your hips as he hoists them up.

“What cute little panties,” he breathes, dragging a finger along your clothed slit before yanking the material down to your knees.

It stings a little as he practically shoves his cock into your sopping cunt, not bothering to stretch you out—you’re not even sure if he knows he’s supposed to—but you’re wet enough that the breach is relatively easy, and the burning fades quickly as your little hole adjusts to the girth of his cock.

He begins thrusting immediately, and he’s rough, overeager, uncoordinated, the vicious snaps of his hips uneven and sloppy.

Truthfully, he’s only using you as a hole the first time, but you don’t mind—not really, anyway. Blazing sapphire sears through your mind, and you think about how furious Touya would be if he knew, if he could see the way you’re degrading yourself, letting yourself be reduced to nothing but a fucktoy for a nasty virgin to desperately hump away at, sacrificing your own pleasure for his.

Touya would never.

To Touya, making you cum is half the fun. He gets a rush from it, gets high off the way you go absolutely fucking stupid from his fingers and cock, how quickly he can turn your brain to soup, rendering you a dumb little blabbering mess only capable of whining out the words niichan and Touya-nii. It feeds his ever-growing ego.

But Tomura is eager to please in a different way. He’s more selfish than Touya, sure, but he’s keen to learn all he can, curious and committed.

And, once he finally gets the hang of it, confident, too.

His thrusts gain more finesse as he fucks you, but he’s unable to keep up any steady rhythm, the tight fluttering of your pussy every time he grazes a specific spot inside of you making his hips stutter, forcing needy, guttural groans from his throat.

He cums quick—not that you expect any less from a virgin—with a deep growl of your name that has your stomach swooping, cunt throbbing around him again as he fills you with thick, burning cum.

You’re exhausted by the end of it, abused body melting into the lush carpet as your cunt throbs desperately, his cum slowly oozing out of it. Tomura snorts as he looks down at you, gentle hands tugging your panties down the rest of your legs and removing them completely, discarding them a few feet away.

“Up you go,” he’s murmuring as hands snake under your armpits and haul you up. You mumble his name and he hushes you, collapsing heavily on the couch with you still in his arms. Strong hands manhandle you into straddling his lap again, leaking pussy pressed against his softening cock.

The television hums to life, quiet main menu music floating through the room as the soft clicking of buttons sounds behind you.

You should go home now. You know you should. You’ve done what you came here to do, and now you should be leaving.

Should, should, should.

But Tomura’s so warm, and you’re so tired, muscles aching despite the fact that he did most of the work.

“Rest,” he instructs quietly when you begin to whine into his neck, fingers preoccupied with unwrapping a piece of watermelon bubblegum.

He’s so much softer than you expected—disgusting, but soft—and you can’t believe you spent months being terrified of him. You know this is probably the last time you’ll be able to see him in a long time—a fact that produces an inexplicable ache deep in your chest—so you allow yourself bask in the moment, just for a little, you promise yourself.

You obey his gentle command, snuggling up against him and permitting yourself to drift in and out of consciousness to the sound of aliens being killed and aggressive button smashing.

But then something hard is poking you—you aren’t sure how long you’ve been sitting here for now, long enough for Tomura to power through a few matches, at least—and that blistering heat flares again, beginning to coil tight in your tummy.

You shift a little, an involuntary whine slipping from your lips.

“What is it?” Tomura asks, eyes never straying from the screen, fingers never pausing. “You wanna sit on my cock, baby?”

Christ, yes. You mumble into his shoulder, nodding and rolling your hips in response.

He chuckles—a low, quiet sound rattling around in his chest—and allows you to sink down on him again, captivated by the soft moan you emit as you do so, crimson eyes gleaming and breathing slightly laboured.

“Ah, fuck,” he mutters when his avatar on the screen gets shot, redirecting his attention.

And it’s…it’s nice. Surprisingly nice. He’s cozy, and comfy, his breathing slow and even with every rise of his chest, despite the alien shrieks coming from the TV behind you. He smells like cheap cigarettes and artificial watermelon with just a hint of cedarwood, and you inhale deeply, letting the scent fill your lungs.

Touya rarely lets you cockwarm him; Touya doesn’t have the patience, Touya doesn’t have the time. You fall into a state halfway between asleep and awake, hips rocking against Tomura just enough to keep him hard, just enough to have you whimpering into his neck.

He could get used to this, he tells you. The confession is soft, a private little thought that just kinda slips out, mindlessly falling from his lips, but you could, too, you think.

It’s intimate, which is odd, considering you barely know him, used to be frightened of him. But it’s such a refreshing contrast to Touya’s intense, scalding flame.

Eventually, though, it isn’t enough, the teasing’s too much, and you need more.

Gazing up at him with glittering eyes, you begin to trail your lips up his neck, over his self-inflicted scars, slowly, hesitantly.

He inhales sharply, jumping a little in surprise, and you freeze, terrified you might’ve overstepped some invisible boundary you were not previously aware of.

“Keep going,” he whines, a little petulantly, hips wiggling against yours.

Lips resuming their ministrations, you place gentle, chaste kisses up the column of his throat and along his jaw, delighting in each soft sigh you manage to pull from him. The game playing on the TV suddenly halts, Tomura throwing the controller on the couch cushion next to you before large hands cup your face in a tender way you did not think him capable of.

Your mouths slot together, kissing messily, saliva glistening on your chins as you pass his watermelon gum back and forth between yourselves. It’s kinda gross, kinda filthy, juvenile and sloppy, but it’s fun, has the two of you giggling into each other’s mouths, a little breathless from it all.

“Wanna ride you,” you murmur, almost shyly, against his slippery lips.

“Yeah?” he rasps, just barely bouncing you in his lap. “You wanna use my cock to get off?”

“Yes, please,” the plead comes out as a pathetic whimper, and you squirm impatiently.

Finally, finally you get to cum. In this position, you have leverage over the angle of your hips, able to situate yourself just right, so his cockhead nudges exactly where you want it to.

He does nothing this time, just leans back and watches you with those dark, half-lidded scarlet eyes, hands idly exploring your thighs, occasionally raking his nails down them. He’s in a trance as he gazes at you, mesmerized by the way your eyes are starting to roll back, by the way each drag of his cock against that spot has you keening, by the way his name leaves your lips in broken little whines that have him gasping in response.

Your hips speed up, and you’re desperate, so desperate to cum, nails digging into the flesh of his shoulders through his thin t-shirt.

“Gonna—” he starts, breathless. “Gonna cum?”

You nod a little frantically as eager hips rock against him, his hands finally finding your waist and helping you move.

“Please,” he whimpers. “Wanna feel you,”

And it’s his begging that does it, that finally sends you over the edge, pussy clenching around him, convulsing almost painfully and gushing on his cock with a sharp cry of his name. He follows immediately after, painting your insides with hot cum as a curse hitches in his chest.

Your body collapses against him, going pliant and boneless as you both pant. Everything feels heavy—you haven’t had an orgasm that intense in a while—and the absolute last thing you want to do is get up and walk home.

Tomura can sense it. He can feel it in the way your fingers are knotting in his t-shirt, in the way your hips try to scoot forward, chest pressed against his tightly, and he wraps an arm around you, trying to keep you close for just a minute more.

Silence blankets the room as the two of you calm your breathing. You’ve been anticipating a certain sense of awkwardness to finally wash over you all night, but it never comes. Instead, it’s pleasant, and you hum a little, nuzzling your face into Tomura’s shoulder as skinny fingers brush through your hair.

“I don’t wanna go,” you say, and it’s so quiet, muffled by the material of his shirt, that he barely hears it. Maybe he wasn’t supposed to.

“Just stay,” he mumbles, resting his chin atop your head. “Text your dad some bullshit, or whatever,”

You want to. You’re surprised at how much you desperately want to.

“Touya will kill me,”

“Touya’s gonna kill ya either way, sweetheart,”

You suppose that’s true. Neither of you tricked yourselves into thinking that you’d actually get away with this. Touya will know the moment he sees you, will probably be able to smell Tomura all over you, but you can’t seem to find it in yourself to care, not in that moment, not when Tomura’s so comfy and you’re so sleepy and it’s all just nice.

Good, you think. It’s about time he gets a taste of how much stuff like this hurts.

And so you find yourself crawling into his bed, in one of his t-shirts, with bruises in the shape of his fingertips rapidly blossoming, heat seeping into your cheeks when he tells you he thinks you look cute in his clothes.

He latches onto you the moment you’ve settled into his mattress, long arms encircling your waist and dragging you towards him. One of your legs slots between his, and you have to stifle a giggle.

“Hard again, Tomura?”

“Shut up,” he says, no heat to his voice. “Can’t help it,”

His words echo your own, three simple words you’ve said so many times to Touya, and you feel a pang in your chest.

“Not my fault you’re too hot,” he continues, grumbling into your neck.

Honestly, you didn’t peg him as a cuddler, and maybe he isn’t—maybe he just wants to grind and hump against your thigh—but you welcome the warmth of his body nonetheless.

It doesn’t bother you, although it probably should, as he ruts against you, tiny broken moans and high, breathy whines being exhaled against your neck. But it’s so new, all of this is so new to you, and curiosity clouds your better judgement. While you’re pretty sure you should be shoving him away, reprimanding him for such behaviour, positive that’s what any normal person would do, you don’t. Little fingers thread in his hair instead, carding through silvery-blue fluffy tufts, reveling in the groan it pulls from him.

It doesn’t take long for him to cum, thick and sticky in his boxers, the material wet against your thigh. You’re impressed, both by how easily he cums, and how much he cums. You want to tell him, want to tease him about it a little, let him know you think it’s cute, but heavy, hazy fatigue begins to wash over you, and you fall asleep to Tomura’s soft breaths mingled with the sound of you phone buzzing, over and over and over again.

✰ ✰ ✰

Your phone’s dead when you wake sometime in the early afternoon, and for that, you’re thankful. Anxiety floods your stomach, bubbling up in your chest acidly as you think about what’ll be waiting for you when you recharge it.

Tomura walks you to the door, which you find to be very odd behaviour, but sweet nonetheless, and watches carefully as you slip on your shoes.

“Uh, text me later, okay?” He sounds unsure for the first time since you’ve been with him, and your expression softens.

“I will, if Touya doesn’t take my phone away,”

And you pretend to miss the look on his face, the way his eyebrows knit as a hand comes to scratch idly at his neck, the way he looks almost worried. It’s fine. You’ll be fine.

✰ ✰ ✰

He knows. The moment you step foot through the front door, he knows.

You knew he would, but it doesn’t make the glare scathing your skin any less terrifying.

He’s on you in an instant—you didn’t even know humans could move that fast—pinning you to the drywall, large hands wrapped around your wrists and forcing them above your head, keeping you trapped.

“You little slut,”

Unexpected anger flares in your chest, even though tears are already beginning to collect in your eyes, and you squirm in his grasp.

“I fuck one other person, and I’m the slut?”

You gasp the moment the words leave your lips, wide eyes searching his face and shaking your head frantically, would slap your hands over your mouth if they weren’t currently secured in his bruising grip against the wall.

The look he gives you is absolutely petrifying, blue eyes darker than the ocean—so dark they almost look black—his stare cold and hard as stone, sending sharp spikes of ice up your spine.

“You fucking reek of him,” he spits, face screwing up in disgust. You’re sure you do, too, after spending a good twelve hours in his bed, almost positive you can smell him in your hair, the remnants of cheap cigarettes and artificial watermelon clinging to you.

Patronizing eyes rake over you, zeroing in on the violet that’s bloomed on your neck. His nostrils flare as he stares at it, breath beginning to come in rapid, uneven huffs. His eyes slowly drift back to yours, an unreadable expression settling on his face.

It’s shock, and disbelief, and rage, and…and sadness? It passes too quickly for you to even tell, and then he’s pulling your wrists down callously, still gathered in his hand, and dragging you towards his room.

He all but throws you on his bed face first, breathing harsh and erratic as he exhales forcefully through his nose and climbs on top of you, knees on either side of your thighs. A large hand wraps itself in your hair and tugs, forcing your upper body to arch.

Glistening tears stream down your cheeks and you exhale harshly through your nose, teeth gritted as you urgently try to stop crying.

“Fucking answer me,” he growls out the words, but he sounds almost…desperate? You’ve never heard his voice like this before, and it’s then that it finally dawns on you.

You got him back. Sure, he’s furious beyond belief, looks like he could kill you right here, right now, with his bare fucking hands—but he’s also extremely upset, if the slight quiver present in his voice is any indication.

“Yes,” you wheeze out. If it made him feel even an ounce of the emotional turmoil he’s put you through with his whores, then yes, it was absolutely worth it.

“You’re going to regret saying that,” his voice is low, threatening, calm. It’s disturbing, how quickly he can switch, and a chill of unease settles deep in your bones—once Touya stops with his growls and snarls, once his voice becomes monotonous and almost serene in a way, that’s when you know he’s really angry.

Shoving your head down into the mattress, he tells you to stay fucking put as he gets up and wanders over to his desk. He returns to the bed moments later with a tool that vaguely resembles a pen, hand tangling in your hair again as he pulls you up.

“You know what this is?”

You shake your head as best you can.

“It’s a soldering iron,” his voice is still composed and collected, sounding almost as if he’s explaining something to a child, but there’s a malevolent glint in his eye, a look you’ve never seen before. “It gets really, really hot. I just so happened to be warming one on my desk,”

He says it so nonchalantly, as if this is an object one would regularly keep in their bedroom or on their desk.

“It’s not supposed to be used on skin,” he shrugs a little, twirling the tool between his fingers. “But today, I think we’ll make an exception,”

“What?”

“Head down, ass up,” he instructs sternly, pushing your head into his pillows.

“Touya, wait—” you start, the rest of your sentence muffled by the sheets. His hand gives one firm shove—a warning to stay down—and then he begins shuffling around on the bed.

Careful to keep your cheek pressed hard against the pillow, you turn your head just enough to speak.

“Wh-What are you doing?” Your voice is trembling, thick with tears, dense anxiety building in your chest.

“I’m going to burn my name into your pretty little ass,” he responds simply as he positions himself behind you, yanking your panties midway down your thighs and sitting back on his heels. “A nice, pretty, permanent mark so you, and everyone else, never forget who you fucking belong to,”

“No!” you gasp, beginning to lift your head only to have him force it back into the pillow with a snarl. “No, Tou—niichan, I-I’ll do anything, please—”

“No, no, no, baby,” he says over your senseless babbling, voice almost gentle, thumb caressing your silky skin. “Don’t squirm, now,” he chides. “If you squirm, my hand might slip, and I might burn other parts of your body. We don’t want that, do we? Be a good girl for niichan and sit still,”

And so you do. You should feel ashamed, pathetic, revolted that he’s able to manipulate you so easily, that he knows exactly how to turn you into putty to be molded and shaped as he pleases, even when he’s about to sear his name into your skin.

It burns unlike anything you’ve ever felt before as he carefully carves his name into the supple flesh, saying the letters out loud as he does so. It’s a unique, stinging-stabbing type of pure agony, one that sends sharp pain radiating up to your lower back and down your thigh.

Fingers curl in his dark sheets as you sob into his bed—chest-wracking sobs that have your entire body trembling, chest-wracking sobs that you so desperately try to hold back and swallow, to stay still, to be good for your niichan. Touya tells you to be happy, be grateful, that the temperature of his iron goes up so high.

“Otherwise, I would’ve had to go over it several times in order to make it really stick,”

It’s over quickly, though, a mere fifteen minutes later and he’s cleaning it with rubbing alcohol and gently taping thick gauze over it and uses this opportunity to take your panties off entirely.

“Good girl,” he praises as he hoists you up, manhandling you to straddle his spread thighs, careful of your now very sensitive bottom. “You did so good for niichan,”

And you can’t stand the way your heart weakly flutters at his praise. You can’t stand the way you instinctually bury your head in his chest, tiny fists forming in the material of his t-shirt as you wail, can’t stand the way he is still the only one you want comforting you.

His cock is hard through his jeans, and you can feel it pressing into your core as he shifts a little under you. It’s humiliating, but you’re powerless to stop your hips from moving in subtle little circles, grinding your cunt against the rough denim. And he lets you do it for a little, too, tender fingers petting your hair as he soothes your sobs, taming them to little sniffles and hiccups.

“Niichan’s gonna fuck you now, okay?” he asks softly, murmuring against your scalp, voice almost sickly sweet.

It takes you a moment to respond, eventually nodding your head.

A smirk spreads across his lips and he instructs you to get up, tapping the side of your thigh.

You lift yourself, walking back on your knees and giving him enough room to free his aching cock from the confines of his jeans before his hands find your hips again, dragging you back.

“Baby,” he breathes as his fingers spread your folds, his eyes darkening in a manner much different than before. “Already wet for me?”

Cheeks burning with shame, you nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck, whimpering a little as he pushes a finger into you.

“Don’t tell me,” he gasps tauntingly, voice dripping with artificial surprise. “You didn’t like being branded, did you?”

“No,” you whisper, shaking your head quickly. No, it wasn’t the branding that did it—not really, anyway. It was the aftercare. It was Touya’s cold hands gently tending to your injured bottom, Touya pulling you into his lap as he praised you and dropped kisses to the crown of your head, Touya getting hard from the punishment, from permanently searing his name into your flesh.

You should be disgusted with yourself, with how eager you are, hips wiggling a little only a few moments later as you whine out softly, “Niichan, cock,”

“Impatient,” he huffs. “Don’t get bratty with me now, you were doing so well,”

A pout forms on your face, still hidden in his shoulder.

“Jus’ want it so bad,” you mumble against him, beginning to slur your words. “Please, Touya-nii?”

He hums to himself, makes you beg just a little bit more, reveling in the way your voice begins to get desperate, all high and needy as you try to fuck yourself on his fingers, whimpering and begging with pathetic little please, niichan?’s.

“Is this how you want it? Huh? Wanna ride niichan?”

Mewling a little, you nod, rolling your hips into his palm.

“Words, sweetheart,”

“Yeah,” you breathe out. “W-Wanna ride you,”

Finally, he gives it to you, lets you sink down on his cock, watching the way you wince as it stretches you, expression contradicted by your soft moans.

He forces you to begin bouncing immediately, doesn’t allow you to set the pace—he never does—smirking at those little pained cries spilling from your throat, though whether they’re because his cock or the five letters freshly burned into your skin, he isn’t sure. Maybe both; probably both.

“Aw, baby,” he coos, tone condescending. “Does it hurt?”

“Yeah,” you whimper, the threat of tears stinging your eyes.

“Yeah? Yeah?” his voice mimics yours, pitched high and whiny. “I bet it fucking does,”

A hand travels down to grope your ass—specifically, the cheek with the brand—squeezing hard as fingers dig into your skin. You cry out, tears finally leaking from your eyes, chest hitching as you sob out, “Touya-nii,”

“Don’t ever do something like that again,” he says in your ear, voice low and dangerous. “Don’t you ever go fuck another man because you’re mad at me, do you understand?”

Heat begins to coil tightly in your stomach at his smooth, dark voice. “Y-Yes,”

“Promise me,” he growls, grip tightening on your ass.

“I promise,” you’re weeping as he gives one more harsh squeeze, pain scorching through your backside, a loud yelp escaping your lips.

“Bet his cock didn’t feel as good as mine,” he sneers in your ear, panting a little. “Wasn’t as big as mine, didn’t fill you up the way mine does,”

“No, no, no,” you’re chanting in time with his thrusts, eyes rolling back in your head.

“Probably could—” a low groan cuts him off as your pussy flutters around him. “Could never make you cum the way I do,”

A loud whine rips from your throat, your head nodding as he continues his relentless thrusts up into you, never once faltering. Adrenaline and endorphins rush through your veins, high off the heady mixture of pleasure and pain.

“N-Niichan,” you gasp, nails digging into his flesh through the material of his thin t-shirt. “Niichan,”

“Gonna cum? Hmm? Gonna make a mess all over niichan’s cock?” he’s asking breathlessly, slamming into you at a rapid pace and using his thighs for more leverage, hands gripping your hips.

“Uh-huh,”

“Do it, then,” he commands hoarsely. “Cum on your niichan’s cock,”

And you do, helplessly, incapable of disobeying a direct order, creaming so hard your vision blanks for a second, overwhelmed by the extreme, potent mix of pain and pleasure crashing over you.

“Who do you belong to?” Touya’s nearly keening now, hips jackhammering, making your body twitch and shudder with every sharp thrust into your sensitive pussy.

“You,”

“Tell me again,”

“I belong to you, niichan,”

And those five simple words—those five simple words have him cumming hard, hips stilling and cockhead pressed firmly against your cervix, filling your cute little cunt with his seed as broken curses fall from his lips.

You’re both panting, covered in a thin, sheen layer of sweat, your hair sticking to your face and little droplets of tears still glistening on your lash line. He all but collapses back against the bed, taking you with him, cock still buried inside of you.

“And I’m yours,” he whispers into your hair, hugging you tightly—too tightly—to his heaving chest. “I’m yours,”

Laying in his arms, in his bed, with his name burned into your ass, you wonder if you’re destined to play this game for the rest of your lives.

He’s yours.

Are you stuck with him now, forever?

He’s yours.

Will you every get married? Ever get the chance to date someone else?

He’s yours.

Do you even want to?

Laying in his arms, in his bed, with his name burned into your ass, knowing he’s yours, do you even want any of that?

No. With your head resting against his chest, rising and falling with his gentle breaths, slender fingers combing through your sweaty hair, you realize that this is all you want.

He’s yours, and you’re his, and that is enough.

#dabi x reader #dabi smut #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki smut #dabi #todoroki touya #no of course i didn't get the brand idea from jackass #what are u talking about #this tomura is uhhhh v different from break my bones tomura #ehehe he's kinda soft but also rly disgusting???#yucky yucky boi #i will DIE with that rich boy shig hc #tw pseudo-incest #tw noncon/dubcon #tw branding #tw dacryphilia #tw degradation #tw cheating #tw toxic relationship

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arcadejohn127-9 · 3 years

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Okay so I have a personal head cannon that demon hunters are a thing in the Obey Me World. So I wondering if you could do the brother and undatables finding out that a bunch on demon hunters kidnapped MC while they were in human world because they found out of MCs packs. Your writing is so good, honestly this is one of my favorite Obry Me accounts.

Thank you! It gives me pride for being one your favourites!

I love expanding the world of obey me and idea of hunters is one that seems realistic in a world of demons and angels and just in general, really interesting. Before I joined writing on Tumblr I was actually a Wattpad author and one my books was about a monster hunter who got in a love square with Frankenstein's monster, Dr Jekyll and Mr hyde

Never finished it but it was fun concept so any type of supernatural hunter already just wins in my department

Do I have a thing for making the demons violent and showing off a more aggressive and bloody side to them? Yes, I really do

Warning: kidnapping, gore-ish, violence, religious themes, angst, guns, mentions of torture, long

Your breathing grew heavier as the crushing feeling on your chest continued to grow, your heart slamming against your ribcage. Begging to be released from its suffocating prison. If it weren't for the lump in your throat you were sure your heart would of leapt out of it.

your feet pounded against the street beneath you; you were running faster than you’ve ever ran before. How did it get to this situation? well, you didn't have time to reminisce but to make a long story short - a group of demon hunters revealed themselves to you and are now chasing you down as you refused to cooperate. they wanted to use you for your pact and you didn’t want to be involved, especially seeing as they were literal demon hunters! they were going to kill your friends!

but sadly, fate was not on your side. your ankle twisted to the side, pain shooting up from your ankle all the way to your knee. rope surrounded you, you thrashed against the net as your body slammed to the floor. The last thing you saw was the hunter tower above you, the butt of their gun coming down on your head.

when you finally woke up you already had a gun back in your face, you tried to escape but you were forced backwards. chains rattling behind you. you looked behind you to see you were chained to a cross, both your wrists and ankles were bound.

Your situation only grew worse when the hunter Infront of you snarled down at you. Demanding you used your pacts, spitting on your face. You thrusted forward, matching their snarl as you bared your teeth at them. Demon mannerisms have rubbed off on you but it wasn't doing you any good. The gun clicked, unlocking off safety mode.

Your heart sunk immediately.

"Use your pact or else."

You could only hear the blood rushing through your ears. Trembling as their finger slowly pressed on the trigger. You knew they were going to kill the brother's if you did but you were terrified that were going kill you. You shook your head, letting it hang low as fat tears rolled down your cheeks.

You kept refusing to use your pact and summon the seven demons. Every time you refused they'd hurt you; kicking you, slamming the guns butt down on your head, throwing your head back on the cross. You could barely hear what they said, they just kept screaming at you. Calling you filth and a traitor to mankind.

Despite all the pain you were grateful they weren't killing you. You just had to keep pushing your luck. You couldn't summon them no matter how scared you were. You refused. You couldn't do it.

But fortunately, Magic doesn't always act the way you want it to. Your soul - your entire being BEGGED to be saved. You wanted to save yourself, you desperately tried to spark at the chains and remember any spells but your mind was at a blur. nothing was processing.

You cried out when you saw the large magic circle appear on the floor. You tried desperately to close the summoning circle, cursing to yourself. You demanded your magic to listen to you but it wouldn't work. The brothers symbols appearing in each part and soon enough, they appeared in full demon form.

"FIRE-!"

Lucifer:

his wings blocked at the rapid bullets going their way

His whip quick to come out and wrap around a hunters wrists, he twisted his hand around it and pulled the poor hunter towards him

"This isn't very welcoming, now is it? How bold."

the hunter went flying, the brothers dodging in time

Mammon:

He smirked, a bullet between his teeth and more between his fingers

Steam was drifting off them but he just crushed the metal bullets with no other thought

"How nice of ya to give me a gift~! You really know how to make a demon happy."

He spat out the last bullet and it went flying, hitting a hunters eye

Levithan:

The ground shook beneath you, many hunters missing their shot at his brothers

A crab like beast bursted out of the ground, sewer sludge splattering on the floor

It swiped and grabbed at the hunters, screams filling the space, bodies snipped in half in seconds

"You're all worse than Normies! You took the wrong human from the wrong demons!"

he back hand slapped a hunter that approached him, growling

Satan:

He leapt off the crab, grabbing the nearest hunter to him by the head

Their neck snapped to an odd angle and they immediately dropped

"This isn't how I expected to spend my evening but you took my reading partner....you won't receive my mercy."

He shoved his clawed hands through their chests and spines, ripping out the first organ or bone he could grab

He didn't lie, he didn't show an ounce of mercy

Asmodeus:

His wings flapped behind him, he dragged his claws along the backs of the hunters he flew past

Giggling as they screamed in pain

"Aww I'm just flirting, was it really that bad?"

He pouted before swiping at their faces

Shoving another hunter towards his more violent brother

Whilst he had no issue letting himself get wild, he saw how scared you looked

He didn't want to get too dirty or else how could he comfort you?

Beezlebub:

Beel could be ruthless if TRUELY provoked

And hearing your whimpers when he arrived stirred furious anger within him

When he finally saw your beaten state it made him snap

Hungry for blood

Hunters head being crushing with ikr hand

"You don't even look appealing to eat, you're worst than Solomon's cooking."

He took a chunk out of one hunter when they aimed at one of his brother's

Refusing to let his family get hurt

Belphegor:

We all know he's cold blooded

So it was no surprise blood was gushing everywhere

His dream dust filling his area and nightmares surrounded the hunters

"They're mine....and yet you stole them and hurt them, you're disgusting."

hunters would disappear into the mist and not come back out alive

Bodies littering the floor as he swooped through

As soon as things got gory your eyes were sealed shut, trying to shut out the sound of flesh tearing and screams of agony. Whimpering as you thought about the brothers smiling faces, how gentle and soft they usually were. Chanting in your head that they were here to save you, you were safe, they're still them.

You screamed as your body was lifted off the platform you were on, the cross rising. You were now fully crucified; feet slipping as you struggled against the cross. The chains were barely supporting your weight so you just dangled, fear rising in you.

Mammon charged towards you, his brothers continuing to fight against the hunters. He ripped the chains out of the cross, you fell right into his arms, your heart thumping against your chest.

"look at what they did to you....I shouldn't of protected ya, I hope you'll learn to forgive me - they busted you up real bad."

He caressed your cheek; eyes glaring at your busted lip and the many bruises forming on your face. You winced when his hand touched the side of your head, he recoiled feeling something warm on his palm. It was blood. YOUR blood.

He almost broke down right there and then, looking at how hurt you were - he couldn't handle it.

"thanks...that makes me feel so much better." You let out a pained laugh, hoping to make him feel better.

He only frowned more, softly rubbing his thumb on your cheek. It was obvious he was struggling to keep himself calm. You held his hand, showing off your best smile.

"i don't blame any of you, the hunters did this, okay? You didn't do anything wrong."

Your sweet moment was ruined when the 6 brothers backed all bumped into the two of you. Forming a protective ring as the hunters surrounded them; it seemed like there was no end.

You raised your shaky hands, magic swirling around your wrists and to your fingertips. You barely had enough strength to put on a little light show but you weren't going to just let the demons defend you without even trying to help.

It your lucky day as suddenly, the hunters hideout doors bursted open. You could barely make out the outside but there was blood coating every wall, steam coming off dead bodies. Soon enough four figures emerged and your heart almost leapt out of your throat.

Lucifer growled as he strangled a hunter, turning his attention to the new comers.

"I'm surprised you came so late, espically with the company with you, my lord."

Diavolo laughed, his hands coming together as his magic flared brightly. Barbatos had his arms behind his back, smiling to all of you.

"Forgive our tardy timing, these hunters are determined."

"don't forget us, though I may of caused us to take our time, it's been so long since I've fought this many people."

Solomon adjusted his sleeves, his many pacts glowing against his skin. Simeon, unlike the others, looked completely untouched by the chaos. Smiling as he kept his hands together.

"I beg for your forgiveness (Y/N), It appears we've angered Lucifer more than the hunters have."

UNDATEABLES↓

Diavolo:

Time slowed down within the room, only the hunters going still

Their movements frustratingly slow

"I think it's best to clean up this situation whilst you take (Y/N) back, they've seen enough."

He looked at Lucifer, both men nodding

The prince moved freely through the frozen room, eyeing the amount of hunters

Barbatos:

He bowed to the brothers, offering you a comforting smile

"I must agree with my lord, things will get rather unpleasant."

He slowly slipped off his gloves

He approached you, gently handing you his gloves and patted your shaky hands

A silent request to keep them safe for him

Solomon:

The wizard blew the steam off his wand

Smirking as he pointed it towards the magic still present around your wrists

"Isn't it good I came along? You're going to fall sleep if you keep using your powers, little apprentice, let me open a portal for you."

Just as he finished talking he summoned a portal to the devildom

He gave you a small salute

Simeon:

He hastily rushed towards you all

Checking on each brother for any serious harm, thankful they were okay

He turned his attention to you, doing the same

"all is going to be okay, I promise, I'll bring over some desserts when we get back - tell Luke I won't be long, I know he's anxious about your safety."

He walked you to the portal, caressing your hands

You got a gentle push towards the portal

Once you were all through the portal, you completely shattered. Crumbling to the floor as you broke down sobbing. The brothers tried to approach you again but your nostrils flared, face scrunching up in disgust. They reeked of blood and guts.

Beels mouth was covered in blood, flesh between his fangs. Levithans hands trembling from adrenaline red and stained with blood. Belphegor was showered in the red liquid, a feral look still in his eye. Mammon was the most clean out of all of them but he had blood dripping down him. Asmodeus had flesh on his nails and blood on his cheek. Satan looked just as drenched as belphegor, his shoulders shaking with anger. And finally, Lucifer was the second cleanist but he still was no better than the others.

"i need time to- time to calm down....just.... please just wash."

They all accepted your wishes, hesitant but they understood your predicament.

You laid on the floor, chains still on your wrists and ankles. They felt so tight on your limbs, you whimpered as they scratched at your skin. It took one small burst of magic to make them drop; you were finally free.

You continued to just lay on the floor, shakily grabbing a nearby pillow. Inhaling the sweet comforting scent, letting it fill your scenes. Everytime you even smelled a faint swift of the gore-ish scene from before you just took in another deep inhale.

You laid there for what felt like hours. Silently crying as you hugged the pillow.

You grounding yourself. Reminding yourself you were safe and back in your room. The brothers were safe and they weren't mindless beasts.

You rolled on your side, something poking your hip. It was your phone. You pulled it out from your pocket and began to type, messaging Luke that Simeon was okay aswell as you, apologizing for not seeing him in person. You sent him a quick selfie of you smuggled into your pillow and tried to look somewhat happy. Hoping it'll comfort him.

It wasn't a moment later until you heard a knock at your door. You questioned who it was.

"we're all clean now, meet us in the living room if you want....I made your favourite drink~" Asmo's voice was soft, gentle on your ringing ears.

A small smile appeared on your face. Shuffling out of your room still hugging your pillow, trailing after the lustful demon. Soon enough, you were both entering the living room.

The room was dim, the fireplace being it's only lighting and warming the room up nicely. There must of been something with the wood as it smelled so comforting. The brothers all sat along the sofa, Some on the floor. Everyone had their own drink, blankets and pillows surrounding them.

You curled up in the middle of the sofa, letting yourself be engulfed in multiple hugs. Everyone touching you in some way and you all just sat there. In peaceful silence as you just hugged.

You really needed this....

"thank you for saving me."

"We'll always save you"

"you can always count on us-!"

"I won't let this happen to you again, I promise to protect you better."

"no one is allowed to touch you like that, I won't let them."

"You don't need to thank us, darling."

"I will always make sure you're safe, no Matter what."

"I won't fail you again."

you all hugged each other even tighter, embracing each others comfort and warmth. Tears falling and soothing words shared, each brother did their best to be strong. But even they couldn't stop themselves from shedding tears when the adrenaline died.

They almost lost you. You were kidnapped and hurt because of your connection to them. They were never going to let you get harmed again, no matter the cost.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #gamingclubpresident #aracadejohn217 9 #obey me mammon #obey me mc #obey me asmodeus #obey me satan #obey me belphegor #obey me beelzebub #obey me leviathan #obey me luficer #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me imagine #obey me headcanon #obey me x reader #angst

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jobean12-blog · 4 years

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My Girl

Pairing: Bucky x reader (red henley super delicious beefy bucky)

Word Count: 1,360

Summary: Bucky wants you to be his girl but he’s a chicken. That is, until someone makes a HUGE mistake and he goes into protective!bucky mode!

Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club drunk drabble clean up and the prompt below! Love when Bucky swoops in to save the day especially when mutual pining is involved! Hope you enjoy this anon and thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤

Warnings: soft, fluffy shy Bucky, lots of the sweet stuff, Bucky being a doofus and tiny angst for a second but protective!bucky fixes everything! :)

Bucky quietly removes his hoodie and drapes it over your sleeping form, tucking the ends around you before gently brushing the hair from your face. “What are you doin’ Buck?” Steve’s question surprises him, and he swings around to glare, “will you keep it down punk! Y/n is passed out, don’t wake her up!”

Steve shoots Bucky a knowing look and shakes his head, “come on man, when are you gonna ask her out!?” Bucky immediately covers his lips with a finger, hurrying over to Steve and punching him in the arm. “Shut it. If you wake her, I’ll knock you out. She’s been working so hard this week.”

Rubbing his bicep Steve snips back, “skirting my question again I see.” Bucky pulls the bag of chips out of Steve’s hands and takes a handful, whispering through his munching, “when I’m ready. Every time I try and bring it up, I sound like a bumbling idiot.” With a quiet laugh Steve agrees, punching Bucky back before grabbing the chip bag and walking off.

“Hey Buck, what are you snacking on?” At the sound of your voice Bucky whips his head around to see you walking over with his hoodie wrapped around you. “You look really cute.” It slips out and before he can stop himself he keeps going, “you had no blanket and I couldn’t find one and I didn’t want you to be cold so I covered you with that. I hope we didn’t wake you. Did we wake you?”

He takes a breath and dips his head, rubbing the back of his neck, clearly feeling a bit embarrassed. “Thank you! It’s perfect and warm and it smells nice.” He looks up and smiles, that sweet smile that crinkles the corners of his eyes and makes his nose scrunch up. “And no. You didn’t wake me. My stomach did!” You giggle and start to rummage around the kitchen, searching for something to eat.

“Want some pancakes? I’ll make ‘em!” You perk up at Bucky’s offer and ask, “what can I do to help?” The next two hours go by in a flash while you cook and eat way too many pancakes, really enjoying your time together. Bucky walks you back to your room, shuffling his feet and looking awkward again. “Thanks for eating with me. That was fun.” You smile, “it really was, and you make delicious pancakes! Thanks!”

You start to take off his hoodie, but he stops you, “you can keep it, this way you aren’t cold tonight.” Your cheeks warm at his sweetness and you take a step closer, letting your eyes drift to his lips, “thanks Buck.” He reaches out a hand and pulls the hoodie higher onto your shoulder, lingering a moment longer before pulling away and saying, “sweet dreams. Goodnight!” With those last words he rushes down the hallway and you sigh, deflating and pushing the door open.

“Nat, he had the perfect chance last night! I even leaned in and took a good look at those beautiful lips and nothing. He practically ran off! He’s just a nice guy. He would have given his hoodie to anyone. It’s not because he actually likes me. I don’t have a chance.” Nat makes a disgruntled sound, clearly displeased with how your night went. “I’m going to ask that cute agent, Chris, if he wants to come hangout and watch a movie tomorrow. What have I got to lose?” She agrees and wishes you luck as you hang up and get ready for the day.

“I’m telling ya Steve, she was literally waiting for me to kiss her and I chickened out and literally ran down the hall. It was awful. She probably liked the pancakes more than me! Argh!” Bucky drops his head, letting his hair fall in front of his face to hopefully hide some of his shame. “She definitely thinks I’m a total idiot now.” Steve pats him on the back, looking apologetic but not disagreeing, “come on punk, let’s go train. Maybe you’ll feel better if you punch me some more.”

They head down to the gym and Bucky perks up when he sees you there, talking with one of the agents. He watches as you smile and chat, your hands moving this way and that. “Wait, what? Are you asking me out?” Bucky’s stomach sinks when he sees you shake your head yes, confirming his worst nightmare. “Ugh no, you’re ugly. Not interested.” With that Chris walks away, still looking shocked until he sees Bucky.

You rush by them in a blur of blue and before Bucky can even think to chase after you, he has Chris pinned to the mat, a heavy knee on his chest and his metal hand at his throat. “What did you just say to her?” Chris can barely speak with Bucky’s fingers tightening around his neck and Steve quickly jumps in. “Take it easy Bucky, let him explain himself.”

Steve stands next to Bucky looking equally as intimidating, “well.” Chris sucks in a breath and tries to get some air before he rasps out, “she’s wearing your hoodie and I saw you guys hanging out last night. I figured she was your girl, and I didn’t want you to kick my ass for hanging out with her.” Bucky’s look softens at the thought of you being his girl, but it quickly disappears when he says, “and you thought telling her she was ugly was a better way to handle it. What the fuck?”

Bucky’s voice is loud, booming through the gym and Steve has to calm him down again. “You’re right Buck, just don’t kill him.” Chris tries to sit up, but Bucky pushes down harder with his knee, “do you know how upset she must be right now. You better go apologize and explain yourself before I do fucking kill you.”

The second Bucky eases up Chris scrambles away and runs up the stairs, Bucky hot on his heels. He waits while Chris explains what happened and apologizes profusely, adding in that he thinks you’re really beautiful. He gulps and looks to Bucky, cringing at the now murderous look on his face, “see, now he’s gonna kill me anyway because I said that! But it’s true! You are beautiful! I was just so scared of him kicking my ass I said the opposite because I wasn’t thinking.��

You start to giggle, much to the surprise of both men, “ok Chris. I get it. He can be pretty scary. But it did hurt my feelings, even if you were just trying to save your life.” Chris apologizes one last time and goes to hug you, thinking better of it and waving before he runs off. You pull Bucky’s hoodie tighter around your body and shift your weight, hoping Bucky will talk to you now.

Thankfully, he walks over, wrapping you in his arms and crushing you to his chest. “I’m sorry,” he mumbles into your hair, sniffing it before pulling away. “Did you just sniff my hair?” He laughs, tucking it behind your ear, “yea, sorry again. I just can’t seem to get this right, can I?” Your fingers play with the hem of his tee shirt, “get what right?”

Your coy look has Bucky cupping your cheek and brushing his thumb along your jaw, “I think you’re amazing and I’ve been wanting to ask you out for weeks but every time I try I just can’t seem to get it right. I end up sounding like a total idiot. And then when I heard what Chris said I just lost it. I never want you to hear those words again, there is nothing further from the truth. You’re gorgeous.”

Your hand wraps around his wrist and you rest your cheek against his palm, closing your eyes. “He thought I was your girl, and he was so scared. It doesn’t excuse what he said but it is kinda funny.” Bucky backs you up to the wall, leaning closer to your lips when he whispers, “would you be my girl?” Tilting your head forward you brush your lips to his, “I thought you’d never ask.”

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In lieu of what happened yesterday with Wolfie... may I raise you with Bunny Legend?

He despises the form. Why, of all the things he could have been, had to be a bunny? A tiger or even a dog would have been better than that a fluffy, weak... pink mammal! It's not fair that Twilight get a cool one instead of him, which is completely stupid since he is one of the oldest, and far more seasoned in salt of the group. On top of that, how dare he stealing your attention like that!? How is he supposed to make a move if Twilight is always hanging around you as Wolfie? He wants you to be the only one to hear how he feels about you...

...And, maybe, is also because he is terrified of you turning him down, the ache in his heart would be worse than a stab with Twilight watching him get rejected...

But this is why he have been named as the "Veteran" and not something else; he has dealt with a lot of situation before with far less objects at his reach to help him, but he always manages to get through it. He's very cunning and is quick to think on his feet...

...Or at least, almost all of the time he is. Erring is most common when you aren't at your most calm, isn't it?

Legend admits that he acted out of desperation: you had him at his wits end! But it's hard to feel frustrated with himself when you are nuzzling your face on top of his head, little squeaks of happiness and a high pitch voice while you baby talked to him, gussing about his very soft fur and really cute vest. You even called him handsome! You never do that when he is in his human form, you don't even spare him a glance when he rolls his sleeves, making a big of a show of flexing his arms, stretching out and pushing out his chest and arms back, all so you can see how muscular he, too, is. But the only thing you do is oogle at Twilight-- as if he isn't enough of a menace to him-- and that idiot of Mr. Captain when they wrestle together, shirtless. He just wants your pretty eyes on him, those plump lips, cherry from how you are bitting them, shamelessly devouring the two men with your gaze...

...Ugh, just pay attention to him, okay!? He will shower you with all the love and adoration you deserve and more! So please, direct that intensity to him, and only him.

A poke to his furrowed brows broke him out of his mind. Legend cautiously looks up at you. He mentally kicks himself as he is met with your worried eyes, the last thing he wanted was for you to feel any type of negative emotions, so that glint spurred him on rubbing his furred cheek on your free open palm, wanting to change the expression out of your face. It seem to work, you opened your eyes more and even giggled a little before scratching under his chin with two of your fingers.

"Got lost for a second there, buddy?" You whisper. Even if your tone was soft, the vibrations travelled from your chest pressed against the back of his small form engulfing it in a warm and pleasant feeling.

Legend closed his eyes and let all of his weight rest on you, not that you minded, of course. Being the sunshine that you are, you giggled cutely once more and tugged him closer to you, to the point of almost being curled around him. It was a rare sensation; he felt protected for once instead of being the one providing said feeling, he must admit that it was quite comforting, but Legend will forego ever feeling like this again in exchange of you being safe forever, you will always be his priority.

"Hmm..." you pecked his head. "Y'know, you remind me of someone that I like a lot"

His long ears fell flat on either side of his head as his heart stilled.

Like a lot...?

You... already have someone that you hold dear?

You seem to miss how his body grow stiff between your arms as you continued in drowning him in affection. What used to be a delightfull experience, now, it hurts him more than any wound he have ever sustained in his life, more than any burn from fire lizards or the cold, prickly bite of exhaustion of his tired body as he dragged himself through every and more corners of Hyrule.

Your hands played with the small tuff of fur on his head, but Legend's mind was far too gone to properly feel the touch. In its place, his heart dropped and shattered, somehow still beating as he felt the fastening Thumping in his stomach. How foolish and naive of him, to ever believe that he got an opportunity with you. Even the people that you two are travelling with can barely stand him, and they are supposed to be the same person.

Is he really that despicable?

"It's actually funny."

Funny how stupid he is, isn't he?

"He came back a few nights ago, very upset."

Well, that guy clearly doesn't now a thing about suffering. He isn't the one getting his heart demolish while in the arms of the love of his life like him.

You pinched the tip of his left ear and softly lifted it up. "He came back with his hair the same shade of pink that you have! In my opinion" you lean down a Little, as if you were about to share a secret "He looks very cute like that. A shame He will never let me say that to his face..."

Pink? Like the rose tinted glasses he have been wearing all this time-- Uh? Hair?

Are you... Please, don't give him hope like that. He can't take another loss in his life, because if you don't mean it, he would be devastated for good.

He felt your body shifting a little before you let go of him to instead hook your hands under his armpits, slowly lifting him up then turning around his body so now the two of you can be face to face. His tiny nose twitched as you leaned in a poked the tip of your own nose to his pink one, rubbing a little before you leaned back again. Legend layed his pawns on top of your chest, eagerly following your movements when he saw you opening your mouth to continue, he didn't want to miss anything that you are about to say:

"He is a big dork, with an even bigger ego. Very handsome too and... Ugh, Legend, why you have to be such a cactus all the time?" You finished with a tinge of frustration in your voice.

In a normal scenario, he would have argued about that last statement, but he couldn't because of two good reasons: one, he is still in his dark world form, it would be very weird if this bunny you found in the Forrest acted as if it was personally insulted by your words. And second...

You actually like him.

Him, With all of his flaws and bad attitude, you still found and assigned a space in your heart for only him, Legend.

Just as how down he got, his spirit raised up again with vigor, his heart soared from the dark pit of grief that held it a couple of minutes ago taking its rightful place at the peak of the shrine dedicated to your whole being. He didn't even noticed that his skin was ice cold until a burst of heat shot from his feet to the tip of his ears that acted as a catalyst as he threw himself towards your chest, his body felt light as a feathe, he tried his best to fight off the desire to laugh or shout out this waves of overwhelming energies.

Oh, how your chuckles were like the tunes from the most rich instrument in the entire universe being played by the goddesses themselves, more revitalizing than any potion or fairy pond.

"Do you think I should say something, buddy?" You returned his hug.

Legend furiously nodded his head, not think if it will appear weird that he could understand you. You squeezed the tiny bunny between your arms before putting him at arms length:

"Thank you, buddy. Somehow, now I have the confidence to talk to that prickly bitch--"

"--A PRICKLY WHAT???"

...Uh oh.

Even the common noises of the Forrest fell silent at his outburst.

Legend didn't had a second to try and amend his mistake as, suddenly, his vision was thrown into a spiral; everything looked blurry and the wind on his fur was a clear indicator of how hard you launched him away from you. He felt slightly proud at you quick reaction time but...

...No amount of fur can soften the crash on the hard forrest floor, just his luck that he didn't fell on the conveniently batch of dry leaves right beside him. It hurt, not as how bad his heart was hurting, but painful nonetheless.

He just really hopes you won't tell the group about the weird, pink bunny that can talk, or else he won't ever heard the end of it from Sky and Twilight.

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AND IT'S DONE CKSKFJEJCUC IT TOOK ME A LOT OF TIME JUST TO SAY "Legend tried to pull a Twilight and got yeeted out of existence"

I think that Legend has self esteem problems! With what happened in A Link to the past, it's hard to overcome a whole nation hating your guts when you only wanted to help.

You really just said "If no one will provide me with Legend simpage, I'll do it myself"

I'm grinning so much right now. I ended up biting my lip a bit harder than I intended to because I almost screamed at the end when he finally spoke up.

The whole time I was like "But Legend can speak? Why is that not- Oh that's why."

Also, describing how Legend tries to peacock as he stretches to catch the Reader's attention *chef's kiss*.

#pinky replies #You can't do this to me #not like this

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