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slayfics · 11 months

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- preferred as a series - if you don’t want to, you don’t have to always remmeber this - i think it’s obvious who i am <3 - y/n being mitsuri’s younger sister if possible ?

so y/n is sort’ve shy n stutters LOTS! but one thing that really gets on her nerves is rude people. when she was in swordsmith village along with mitsuri the first thing she came across was muichiro and kotetsu arguing over a key. when she saw muichiro smack him man she started to absolutely not like him. but she always found herself getting nervous around him and never knew why until mitsuri told her. but the thing is she avoided him but.. not for the right reasons and then she FINALLY decided to actually try being his friend but you know how he is

Why him?

Muichiro x Reader short series

Mitsuri explains to her little sister (the reader) that she has a crush on Muichiro.

Part 1

"I think it's this way!" Mitsuri called as she tried to lead you both to the hot springs. You both stopped mid-tracks when you heard the crying of a young kid. Across the way you both saw Kotetsu appear to be arguing with Muichiro over something.

"W-what do you th-think they are arguing about?" You asked.

"Hmm... It's hard to tell." Mitsuri responded and just then Muichiro hit Kotetsu and grabbed him.

"Should we do something?!?" You asked, turning to your older sister. Mitsuri looked frozen. She wasn't sure what to do either. Muichiro was another Hashira so whatever he was needing from Kotetsu must be important, but Mitsuri didn't agree with his harshness. As Mitsturi thought over what action you two should take Tanjiro came out from the other side and appeared to intervene.

You looked from the scene and back to your sister.

"Maybe it's best if we continue on our way. We don't want to interrupt their business." Mitsuri finally decided.

"W-what about K-kotetsu?? Do you think he's ok!" You protested.

"Let's find him later and check in on him. How does that sound?"

"Ok..." You weren't fully satisfied with that answer but didn't want to argue with your sister. You followed Mitsuri to the hot springs but had a strong urge to turn around.

"I don't understand why he is so mean." You said to Mitsuri as you climbed into the hot springs.

"Who?"

"T-tokito, it's one thing to have a sharp tongue but hit Kotetsu?? I c-can't stand him."

"Oh he's not that bad. I'm sure there was a reason, we don't really know what was going on." Mitsuri said, sinking into the warm water. "Maybe you could ask him about it later." She suggested.

"A-ask him about it? N-no thanks I'll keep my d-distance." You responded. Mitsuri shrugged and closed her eyes.

"We only have a few more moments here then I have to go check on my sword. I'll catch up with you later for dinner ok?"

"Yeah ok..."

"Meanwhile, maybe you can look for Kotetsu and make sure he's ok." Mitsuri said standing up and beginning to dry off.

"Yeah alright." You agreed getting up as well. You followed Mitsuri back into the village until you two had to split up.

"I'll see you in a bit ok!" She said waving before she turned to run off.

You went on the hunt for Kotetsu looking around the village for him. It was hard to distinguish him since everyone had on similar masks, but you were determined to make sure he was ok. You thought you saw a glimpse of him walking into one of the buildings and kept your eye on him as you hurried a long to catch up when you crashed into something which caused you to fall to the floor.

"You should be more attentive to your surroundings." You heard and looked up to see Muichiro.

You felt paralyzed with his piercing eyes looking at you on the floor. You quickly jumped up and started to brush yourself off.

"W-what i-is the m-m-matter with you!" You said before you were able to think the words through.

"What's the matter with me? I'm not the one being careless and running into people." Muichiro stated.

"N-no not that! I saw you hit K-kotetsu! Do you think that's fair? A H-h-hashira picking on a k-kid!!" You yelled. Muichiro's eyes seemed to look past you and his expression appeared uninterested.

"This doesn't concern me." He said, turning to walk away.

"Are you always this m-m-miserable!" You yelled, but the Hashira continued to walk away.

"WHAT SHE SAID!" You heard yelled beside you. You looked to see Kotetsu next to you.

"Hey I was l-looking for you!" You said excited to finally find him.

"Oh did you need something?"

"I just saw w-what happened earlier with Tokito and wanted to m-make sure you were o-ok."

"Oh... yeah seaweed head sucks, but Tanjiro is training with me to get stronger and teach him a lesson!" Kotetsu said, pumping his fist in the air. You giggled at his eagerness even though you highly doubted Tanjiro was going to lay a hand on a Hashira.

"Well I'm g-glad you're doing o-ok. I'm going to go meet up with my sister now. See you!" You said heading off in the direction of the place you and Mitsuri were staying the night.

"UGH! I can't stand him!" You said sitting down to eat next to your sister.

"Oh... you're still talking about him?" She said amused and began to eat.

"I ran into him while you were g-gone... literally..."

"Oh what did he say?"

"N-nothing nice of course! I just don't get it. I'm used to dealing with rude and egotistical people in the demon slayer corps. After all Iguro likes to hang around you a lot for some reason, but Tokito is another story." You ranted and Mitsuri blushed at the mention of Obanai's name. "I d-don't get it... w-why can't I get him out of my mind, and when I'm around him all the things I really want to say get jumbled and I even s-stutter more. It's so f-f-frustrating." You finished and Mitsuri gave a loud gasp.

"HOW COULD I NOT HAVE NOTICED BEFORE!" She yelled.

"Hu?" You were completely confused.

"MY LITTLE SISTER HAS HER FIRST CRUSH! I'M SO HAPPY!" Mitsuri screamed and pulled you into a hug.

A crush? Is that really it? You were sure you hated Muichiro. His indifference to everything. The way he carried himself as though he was better than everyone else. His eyes that seemed to pierce through your soul, his long hair that was way prettier than yours, his voice that seemed to flow effortlessly from him, and the elegance of his breathing style-... oh... oh crap... maybe Mitsuri was right.

Thank you for the request! Yes I know who you are hehe~ This is a little different than anything I’ve written before, so I hope I did it justice and it makes you smile. I plan to write this in two parts. Part two will be out soon~

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estjbeaver · 1 year

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𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒓 𝑻𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕

[Bakugou Katsuki]

[NSFW]

Reblog | Comment | Enjoy, ig

Warning! Halloween sex. Costume sex. Oral sex. Rough sex. Basically, just sex.

You looked at yourself in the mirror. You looked good, no one could deny that much. And your outfit just added to the dazzling sight.

No one could blame you, since you had every right the cosplay your boyfriend. Dating for quite some time and finally you've decided to wear a custom-made outfit of his hero suit. Guess there's a new Ground Zero in town.

Tight fit, spreading perfectly across your curves. Gives a wedgy, sure, but at least helps with forming an ass. V-neck, to say the least. The orange cross around your chest is about where the fabric stops. Green gloves, but no gauntlets. Bombat boots.

Then there's your hair and makeup. Hair teased and gelled, to create some sense of spikes. Eyeshadow and eyeliner used to create a mask. The rest was left for the sake of charm.

You heard the front door unlock and the jingling of keys. Bakugou came walking in, nose glued to the screen of his phone.

"Do we really have to go to this damn party?!" Were his first words. He blindly kept on walking to your shared room.

"Don't give me that. You're the one who insisted on going." You spoke, feeling a bit anxious as he walked into the room. He still didn't look up, though.

"Yeah, well, that was before I found out it was a fucking costume party." He sat down on the edge of the bed.

"If you want, we could have our own party right here." Personally, you've never been the type to jump at the slightest remark of a party or social event. You'd always just go wherever Bakugou went, and if he preferred to stay home, then you would do just that. You still wouldn't deny that you were pissed, though.

"Hmm," he responded, falling on his back with his arms covering his eyes. He was tired, you could tell. You looked at yourself in the mirror, feeling a bit disappointed that you didn't get to show off your outfit.

"You could've at least told me you were canceling before I got ready."

"You actually put on a fucking costume?" He snorted out, teasingly.

"Yeah," you sighed. "And it took forever as well." This is where your tone of voice changed. You were going to have a party one way or another. With others, or just with him... on that very bed... and who says you need costumes? Who says you need clothes?

"It's not that big of a deal. We'll do it some other time, just not now."

You kept on admiring yourself in the mirror. "I suppose. Maybe you could judge it and say if it's good enough then? For 'next time'."

"Ugh, fine." His arm lifted slightly and a sly eye peeked lazily at you. Your back was facing him, but your reflection was just as accessible.

His hand was gone in a second's time. He jolted upright and with wide eyes looked at you. Up and down. Anxiety kicked in, again, but you swallowed it back down. You turned around.

"I was kind of going for the Number One Hero vibe."

You had his heart racing. "Yeah, we're not fucking going to any shitty party."

He was on his feet a split moment later. Arms were wrapped around you and sloppy kisses welcomed you to the party. Like a spiked drink you could feel yourself losing sanity. Sloppy. Wet. Messy. He kissed you as if it was the last time, he'd ever kiss anyone. Hands were all over you.

"Fuck you," he spoke between kisses. "Fuck you for being so goddamn pretty." He kissed you again, losing trace and finding his own route to your jaw and neck.

You bit down on your lip then spoke breathlessly, "Just showing my support." You had his heart racing.

He bit and sucked and gnawed at your collarbone, adding to the Halloween effect of bruised flesh.

"Where the fuck is the zip?" He was getting frustrated, hand nearly clawing at your back. You snickered between muffled moans. Your own hands finding the zip. His hand cupped yours and together you pulled it down.

"Still going to ruin my outfit?" You chuckled.

"Only if you ruin mine." The two of you looked like twinsies, since he was still in his work clothes, aka, his hero suit. You nodded your head once, hands eagerly searching for his buttons or hooks or zips or whatever. "You look good in orange," he commented while you undressed him.

You were fucking pushing it when you looked up at him with doe eyes. "I look good in you. Just like how you look good in me."

Fuck the zip, he blasted the rest of your clothes clean off. You yelped at the sudden motion of him throwing you onto the bed. You were nude, completely bare. He crawled onto the bed, smashing your lips together for another kiss.

He finished undressing himself and was soon just as vulnerable as you were. His kisses trailed down. Again, at your jaw, neck, and collar bone, but then he went further.

Fondling and sucking at your breasts. Biting around your nipple in a way that would leave a mark. He absolutely devoured you and you grew hungry yourself. Time for the snacks to be brought out.

Across your tummy he softly kissed. Suddenly a stroke of a finger glided over your folds and clit. Arching back and verbal cries. Is this where you die? You wouldn't mind, though. Death by sex sounds so romantic.

A tongue started twisting and turning itself over your clit. Rubbing and pressing and licking all over the place. Your senses were on a high, concentrated exactly where he drove you mad.

Your nails clawed into the sheets. Your body reacted honestly to his every movement. You couldn't help it. No matter what you did, he would end up turning you to a zombie. You still had your combat boots on, you noticed. But then all logic sprouted to chaos in your mind.

You creamed all over his face. He licked it off. He licked you off. And he grinned like a satisfied beast. He kissed you again, forcing you to share that enjoyment of ecstasy that overflowed him when you came. He did that to you. He made you feel good, and it was boosting his ego.

Main course. And who knows, maybe there'll be dessert.

You yelped, again, when two rough hands gripped around your upper thigh and pulled you to the edge of the bed. With your ass being left for hanging, and feet on the floor, he walked towards the bedside table. You could see his hard dick and holy shit was it fluttering butterflies in your stomach. He got a condom and came back to where you were patiently waiting.

"This is so much better than any other party," you squeaked out, Bakugou grinning at your remark. "Did you at least like the costume?"

He leaned closer, kissing you sincerely. "You should wear it more often." You smiled into the kiss the instantly had a change in expression.

hands gripped tightly at his hair, pulling it ever so slightly. At some point you couldn't even focus on kissing him, because his cock was buried too deep inside of you.

He railed you mercilessly into the ground, breaking the break with every thrust. Buckling his hips in and out of you. Walls clenching around him. He was overstimulating you.

He straightened his posture, needing to grip your ass cheeks and hoist you up. With the leverage from his standing position, he fucked you into next Tuesday. It was wild. Vibrations of his own grunts and groans managed to electrify your insides.

His swollen tip somehow only growing more and more the closer he pounded to your cervix. Screw G-spot, he was railing down on every inch of your pussy. Repeating the motion over and over until you couldn't take it anymore.

Your body twitched and the purest respond came crying from your lewd mouth. Your walls tightened with excess, and you swore you saw double. It wasn't long before the rubber filled with his seed. He pounded three or four more times into you, testing both your limits.

When he pulled out the emptiness almost felt painful. Breaths were rigid and chests were heaving. Here and there you would twitch. He leaned over, again, kissing you with the softest and sweetest kisses.

He would always do this. No matter how hard he fucked you, even if its' into another dimension, he would pamper you with kisses. You looked into his pretty red eyes and wrapped your numb arms around his neck. He smiled.

"We should do Halloween more often."

"Fuck yeah."

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Bakugou Katuki

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dreamwatch · 6 months

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STWG daily prompt 09/10/23

Prompt: balcony

c/w outing

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“It’s beautiful, Eddie.”

And it really is. A two storey house over looking the beach. Real wood floors, so many windows, leaving the house bright and airy. The furniture was all new, too. There was a huge beige sectional in the living room and Wayne didn’t think he knew enough people to fill it. It was crazy.

And the view. There had been no money for vacations when Eddie was growing up, so save for the occasional camping trip they made do with looking at brochures from the travel agency in Hawkins. And they would plan. Make lists of all the places they were going to go. Picked their hotels and their holiday homes. Always the biggest suite available. Always with sandy white beaches and clear blue seas, swimming pools and cocktails.

This place was all those vacations rolled into one.

“You like it?”

Wayne just nods back, feels a little choked if he’s honest. He’s so fucking proud of this kid. Every achievement in his life has been hard won, no one handed him anything on a platter. Even for this, he worked his ass off and Wayne knows for a fact Eddie pushed himself, pushed the band, into touring more than was good for them. Eddie had become a workaholic over the last couple of years, something Wayne was going to have to keep an eye on. Though the distance made it hard.

The day Eddie left Hawkins was bittersweet. It broke Wayne’s heart, truth be told, but he did the thing you’re supposed to do when you’re a parent. Stood outside their trailer and sent his boy off into the world and told him the door was always open. That had been five years ago and Eddie hadn’t stepped foot in Hawkins since then.

And look at him now, buying fancy beach front property. Wayne walked out onto the balcony and shook his head. They were a million miles away from that trailer right now.

“You know I’ve a mind to take a photograph of this and stick it on a poster in the middle of Hawkins.” He spread his hands out, framing the imaginary image. “‘Welcome to Eddie Munson’s beach side abode.’ It would be worth the cost just to watch people choke.”

Eddie gives him an impish grin. “Uncle Wayne, this isn’t my house.”

He frowns back. “Please tell me we’re not trespassing, Ed, I’m on vacation son, I just want a nice-“. He stops when Eddie grabs his hands and drops a set of keys into it, a heavy key ring attached. A single silver ‘W’.

“This is your house.”

There’s silence for a while, though anyone with really good hearing would hear the cogs screeching to a halt in his head.

“I don’t understand.”

Eddie leans back against the balcony guardrail to face Wayne. “I bought it for you. I want you to live out here with me. I fucking miss you, old man, I hate it. Hate not having you close by. So. Yeah.” He ends with a shrug.

“Can you even afford this? I mean, you have a place already, can you afford another?”

Eddie nods. “I can afford it. Bought this outright, it’s yours, bank doesn’t own a single square inch. My place is mortgaged. I figure, you know, I fuck everything up eventually, so I still need a home to come back to when it all comes to an end.” Wayne tuts at him, hates the way he puts himself down. Hang over from school, and his parents. He thinks it’s so deeply ingrained he’ll never break him out if it now.

“I took the liberty of picking my room out, but the masters all yours.”

“Son, I don’t know…”

Eddie’s face falls. “You don’t like it. I should have asked. Fuck, I knew it, I shouldn’t have just assumed you’d want to move, you have a life back-“

“Eddie-“

“-and I didn’t even consider if you’d like to pick out your own home, like, who fucking does that, and I don’t even let you-“

“Eddie!”

“Yeah?”

“Calm down, son.”

“Okay.”

“I love it.”

Large brown eyes meet his, full of hope. Not without some fear. “Do you mean it? Because we can look elsewhere? Like, another neighbourhood, maybe? You know, if you don’t like this one.”

Wayne laughed. “Where’s your place? In relation to this?”

“Fifteen minute drive.”

“Hmm, fifteen minutes beats thirty hours, I think.”

“It’s only five hours if you fly.”

“Fifteen minutes beats five hours, too.”

So that’s how Wayne Munson, previously of Forest Hill’s trailer park, winds up living in a million dollar beach house in California.

—-

It’s weird, the not working, the finding of a new routine when yours has been the same for literally decades. He’s a creature of habit, likes a little order. So he still wakes early every morning. Still likes to sit out and smoke every evening. Only now he gets to do that lying on a lounger on a huge balcony watching the sunset over the Pacific Ocean. It’s a new routine he’s very happy to have.

—-

“That boy of yours working yet?”

They’re sitting, knocking back a couple of beers watching the sunset. Eddie’s been spending more time here lately, and Wayne loves it, but he’s also not an idiot.

Eddie nods before finishing the last if his beer. “Yeah. Got some modelling work coming up.”

Wayne hums.

“Don’t, Wayne. Not tonight.”

So they don’t.

—-

Eddie swings by as much as he can when he’s not touring or working. Wayne worries about him everytime he heads into LA, especially since the riots, but he tries not to mollycoddle. He’s twenty seven now. Not a kid anymore.

But he’s touring a lot. They just got back from the biggest one yet, 331 days, 189 shows. It’s too much. Wayne hates it. But Eddie doesn’t listen. So on they go.

—-

“Forgot to tell you, I got a postcard from Curly.”

“I can’t believe you still call him that,” laughs Eddie.

Dustin will always be Curly to him, and no rockstar is going to tell him otherwise.

“He’s hiking on the Appalachian Trail, did you know that? Think he’s got the Wheeler boy with him, too.”

“I did know that, they tried to get me to go with them.”

Wayne stares at him likes he got two heads. “Have they not met you before?”

Eddie splutters. “I’ll have you know I’m incredibly fit. Touring is hard work. I’m in peak physical condition, thank you.”

They laugh at the thought of Dustin Henderson and Mike Wheeler hiding from bears and finish another couple of beers, watching the sun go down.

—-

Wayne has started to build a new routine. He likes to walk in the early evening. He tried it after lunch one day and nearly collapsed. (He never told Eddie about that.) So now he heads out around five in the afternoon when the temperature is a little more manageable, and has a leisurely stroll around the neighbourhood or along the beach before heading back to the house.

The first thing he notices when he comes through his front door is the hold-all on the floor, barely zipped up and hastily packed.

“Ed?”

He doesn’t get a response but the sliding door is open and he just makes out the figure curled up on a lounger.

“Son?”

“Can I stay a couple of nights?” There’s a broken sound to his voice, like he’s been crying. Wayne hates it.

“You know you never have to ask.”

Wayne brings them both beers, and takes his usual seat. Just waits.

“There’s going to be an article in the press. Don’t know the details, but looks like I’m being outed.”

And there it is.

“By who?”

Eddie looks at him forlornly. “Does it matter?”

“And what does… Luke, does he know?”

“He’s leaving tonight. I just didn’t want to be there until he’s gone.”

“Good. I’ll go round tomorrow make sure he’s out. Get the locks changed.”

They sit for a while, listening to the ocean.

“Is it so bad? Hmm? You got a lot of fans now, people love you. They wouldn’t care.”

“You don’t know that,” Eddie replies, sounding pained. “And it’s not just me. I have to think of the others. If they take me down they might take the band with it. And…” he looks at Wayne, large brown eyes spilling with tears. “It was mine. They had no right to take that from me.”

“You’re a public figure though,” Wayne sighs, hates he’s having to say this. “It was always a possibility, hmm? Not saying it’s right, just… just saying.”

They finish their beers in silence before Wayne cracks open a bottle of whisky Eddie bought him a couple of years back. Pricey, he knows, but if ever it was needed it’s now.

—

It’s news, for a while, but mostly in some of the shittier publications. There are jokes and taunting in some of the rock magazines, and it starts being a thing interviewers want to talk about. Their management company make sure everyone knows it’s off limits.

Wayne hates it so much.

—-

He puts up some wind chimes. He spends more time out on that balcony than in the living room, so he decides it’s time to jazz it up a bit. He’s far enough from his neighbours that it shouldn’t bother them, but he also doesn’t give a shit.

Just as he sits the phone rings, and he needs to get a line out here, because somehow it doesn’t matter who it is they always get him the moment he sits down.

He’s a little rude when he answers the phone.

“Uh, Mister Munson?”

“Yes, and who is this?”

“It’s Steve Harrington, sir, I don’t know if you remember me? Um, from Hawkins?”

Yes. Yes he remembers Steve very well. You tend to remember people when they save your kids life. Tend to remember them when they spend a lot of time with your kid afterwards.

“I remember you, Steve. Don’t worry about that. I didn’t know you were in contact with Eddie again, he’s not here I’m afraid, he’s on tour, not sure where is today-“

“Sydney. He’s in Sydney.” Steve clears his throat, and there’s something about the tone.

“What’s wrong?”

“He’s okay,” Steve gets in as fast as he can, “he’s- honestly, he’s going to be fine.”

“What’s wrong, Steve?”

“He collapsed, on stage.”

Wayne feels the air leave his lungs, doesn’t realise he’s made a noise until Steve cuts in.

“He’s okay, but they’re keeping in the hospital overnight, doctors are saying it’s exhaustion, so they’re getting fluids into him and they want him on bed rest for a while. He hit his head on the edge of the drum riser when he went down, so he’s got a few stitches and he’s gonna have a hell of a headache when he wakes up. But he’s going to be okay.”

Eddie’s home two days later, Steve in tow carrying the bags, and he looks terrible. Gaunt, dark circles that need more than a good nights sleep to erase, and a gauze dressing in the middle of a dark purple bruise on his temple. He looks pitiful. Wayne pulls him into a gentle hug and he feels Eddie go loose in his arms.

“Let’s get you up to bed, hmm? We can talk later.”

After, Wayne takes Steve out on to the balcony, and closes the door behind him.

“Thank you, for looking after him.”

Steve smiles. “You don’t have to thank me for that, he’s my… he’s my friend. I’ll always look after him.”

Wayne thinks on that for a while. He can read between the lines as well as anyone else.

“I didn’t know you were back,” together?, “in contact.”

“Yeah, a few months back, Dustin’s wedding? Yeah, it um… yeah it was nice. Unexpected.” He sees the look on Steve’s face. Knows that look. Saw it on both their faces back in Hawkins before Eddie left to conquer the world.

“So, when do you go home?”

Steve taps out a rhythm on the side of his can. “I got a couple of days of leave I’m gonna take, just till I know he’s okay. But I need to get home soon, work you know.” He carries on with his tapping and Wayne thinks he recognises it, one of Gareth’s grooves. Catchy. Not that he’d ever say that to the band.

“I, uh. I’m thinking of moving out here, actually.”

There’s a couple walking along the beach, their dogs racing back and forth and in and out of the ocean. They can hear them laughing from here.

“This is a nice neighbourhood. You know, if you were looking for a place to settle.”

Wayne can see Steve smile and nod out of the corner of his eye.

“So I’ve heard.”

—-

They’re out on the balcony at one am with a bottle of champagne and three beers. He’s usually very respectful, but tonight his attitude is very much ‘fuck the neighbours’.

“So, where you gonna put it?” Wayne asks.

Eddie sways, he’s been celebrating all evening, long before he arrived here with Steve. The two of them in sharp tailored suits and shiney shoes. Wayne should get a photo before they take them off. Eddie in actual shoes.

Eddie leans over and grabs it, the gold gramophone glimmering under the balcony lighting.

“Hmm… I was thinking right over there,” he says, pointing to a litte decorative table on the other side of the sliding doors.

Wayne’s stares at him, confused. “You got to take it home, put it somewhere where everyone will see it.”

“I don’t need everyone to see it. I just need us to see it.”

Maybe it’s the champagne and the beer he’s been mixing, but suddenly it all hits him. The heat in his face, the stuffy nose. Ten years. Ten years of hard work.

“I’m so fucking proud of you.” He dabs at his eyes, and he watches as Eddie wipes his on his shirt, Steve tutting at him about using a handkerchief.

Wayne grabs the Grammy and takes it inside, placing it on the table next to the photograph of Eddie and Steve that he likes to keep close by.

They spend the night out on the balcony, drinking and talking, wind chimes twinkling, and they wait for the sun to rise.

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yaut-jaknowit · 1 year

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Okay i’m drunk asf which is probs why i’m requesting another drunk mxm fic😭😭😭 (I mean like two 1.5l bacardis in drunk)

But like, what if the reader was on earth during the time and like his mate came back during the time the reader was like, at a party incredibly drunk💀 I mean like, literally slurring the words and being incredibly loud or something and once the reader is away from the party and meeting up w his mate does his mate realise how drunk they are😭😭 (imagine the reader tries to get behind a car wheel drunk💀) likr what would the readers mate do in that situation once he realises his mate is so incredibly drunk.

If I made any typing mistakes during it i’m so sorry bro I tried to type this correctly for like 5 minutes to not make typos💀💀💀

Also bro I’m absolutely in love with your works. Keep up the good work I appreciate that you’re willing to write mxm😭❤️

Drunk Words Are Sober Thoughts

Pairing: Celtic x Reader

Word Count: 1876

Summary: When your mate is gone, you have to fill in your time alone. You can't keep going to work and come home to an empty apartment. You need something. A club is calling.

Author Note: I know this isn't the same day, but dudeeeee that sounds like so much alcohol. Be careful! I love these ideas you keep sending my way. Thank you so much! I love writing so I don't mind.

Masterlist

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Music thumped to the same beat as your heart, matching the rhythm. Bodies were pressed together, rubbing, grinding. Hands touching and groping what wasn’t theirs. It was dirty, nasty but you didn’t care. There wasn’t a sober thought between those eyes of yours. You were lost between the sea of people, not a care in mind. A bright, giggly smile plastered on your face.

Someone wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you to them. Something didn’t settle right in your stomach at this. Your whole demeanor changed right then. With a whine, you pushed them away and grunted. A pouty look in your eye as your upper lip curled up. You turned towards the offender, barely seeing their face through the darkness and flashing lights. “Noooo touchy,” you stated and pointed a stern finger at him.

The sight before you was blurry and shifting. Either he was swaying or… another reason. There was another reason. Definitely. Your finger met his chest without meaning to. Said man scoffed and turned around. Good, he couldn’t touch you. You were someone else’s. Someone beautiful, handsome. You could imagine him right here, with you. He would stand taller than anyone in the room. His hands on you. Him grinding against you. You took a sip from your red solo cup.

As things started to wind down, you felt like it was time to go home. The red cup in your hand had soon become empty, another sign to return back home. Alone. You were reluctant to. What’s the point of going back? Alone. You were going to be alone without your mate. You visibly pouted. “I wanna him back,” you cried as you stumbled out of the building.

Bitter, cold air snapped at your heels. This made you rush quicker to your car yet unable to walk in a straight line. Your feet got in the way. The air got in the way. The damn parking lot got in the way. “How could anyone walk in this shit?!” you groaned and rested against a car. One that was the closest to the bar. For you, your car was at the end. Why, you weren’t thinking? “Stupid car. Gotta be hereeeee some-fucking-where.”

Your hands fiddle with your pocket. Damn keys. They were in there. Maybe. Should be. How do you know? Where’s the damn car? Have to go home. Go home to nothing. Sleep in an empty bed. No amazing heat sweltering next to you. Alone. No one in the apartment. Just you and yourself and your thoughts.

Man, what are you going to do? Celtic needs to get back. Where he is shouldn’t matter. You matter. He loves you. You love him. Hmm, yeah you do.

A dramatic huff had you pushing off of the car. It squeaked at the motion. You grunted while takin steps forward. There was a possibility you weren’t even going in the right direction. Your mind blank. The location was gone from your mind. Hmm, you’ll find it one way or another.

Out of the corner of your eye, you finally spot a familiar vehicle. “Yes! Come ta papaaaa,” you cheered, throwing yourself off balance. At that moment, you felt yourself falling back. Your nails scratched the nearest car’s paint, not gaining any traction. Your eyes closed on instinct, body tensing and preparing for the fall. It was impossible to catch yourself.

Before your back could hit the hard ground, something warm embraced you. A heated gaze was set on you. One of your eyes cracked open to find the air before you clear. Or was it? Something was messing with your vision. Alcohol, fun in the moment. Not now as you tried to make out of the invisible figure in the night.

Over a few cars, a lamp post stood tall. Its light not strong but enough to cause the figure to cast a shadow over you. They were large, mighty to hold your frame like you weighed nothing. Yet, you wished to see who saved you. Then, something snapped within your mind. This wasn’t Celtic.

The invisible lifted to stand up, not straight due to current situation. When they did, you pushed them away and shoved a finger into where you believed their chest was. For a human. Your digit press into soft flesh, barely going any deeper. Your eyes widened. You did the same thing again. You weren’t imagining it.

Ugh, it doesn’t matter! “You leave me alone… mister. My boyfriend kick yer ass. Like a shit ton. Boom, to tha’ ground. Dead. He kill you for touching meh,” you slurred, still poking into what felt like the flesh of their stomach. Yeah, Celtic would kill them. He’ll kill them for you. Man, you loved that alien a shit ton. Like a shit ton. A whole fucking ton. Hmm, yeah. Lots.

Through the swirling vision, swaying body, and limited light, you imagined seeing the invisible figure tilt their head. Cute. But not like your boyfriend, mate. Whatever. Celtic can take care of this… thing. Whatever it is. Not your problem.

You spun away from it like you were on a mission. It crawled into your mind like oil that this was the wrong direction. Whatever dignity deep within your bones kept you from changing directions. So be it. Maybe you’ll go back inside. Get more drunk. Lose yourself tonight. Your boyfriend wasn’t here. You wanted him to be here. Right by your side. Happy together. Cuddle underneath a blanket, watching a movie of sorts. Sounds nice. Fucking Celtic.

A thick, blazing arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you in. Heat swaddled you like a blanket, sinking into your bones. They bent over you, your back to their chest. Immediately, you relaxed like this was meant to be. You were in heaven. No one was taking you from this. “So you say I would kill for you?” an all too familiar voice washed over you. It was your brain that took far too long to reset.

Both of your eyes widened, gasp tearing through your throat. It couldn’t be. You were quick to twist around in his grasp to face the blank person in front of you. “Celtic?” you questioned, hands dragging through the air to find his face.

Spot one didn’t yield any results. Spot two, same. On the third try, it was still no luck. It took the familiar figure to grasp one of your hands and bring it up to cold metal. His mask. It was him.

Within seconds, you leaped up within his hold to wrap your legs and arms around him. Only to smash the top of your head into the bottom of his mask. You cried out, hands coming to the blazing pain growing. Your feet stumbled to keep you up right as you moved away from him.

Celtic let his cloak to fall and came to your rescue. His fingers coming to wrap around your wrist and pulled away from the wound. No cut or blood alerted him. From how hard you had rammed your head into his mask, he knew a headache would arise later in time.

To help for the time being, he gently rested the bottom of his mask on the injured area. You hissed at first before quickly relaxing in his hold. As the two of you stayed close to one another in the cold night, he smelled an all too familiar smell waft up. The way you walked up to him, unknowingly, you talking to yourself, and the place you exited from. It told him all that he needed to know.

You were drunk. Bad.

To be honest, he found it amusing how you were walking. Heavily unbalanced, like a newly born calf. Add it with how you talked. His mild knowledge with English struggled enough on a day-to-day basis with you. Now? Your voice and lack of grammar made his brain hurt. He did his best to translate though.

Out of nowhere, you pushed him away, finger back to pressed into his stomach. He raised a brow at you, one that couldn’t see. “We get home, now. Need cuddles. Some lovin’ from ya. Been gonna far tooooo long. Makes me needy. You make meh needy. Ah should be mad. I am not. Consider yourself lucky, mister.” With that stated, you started to march your way towards the last known location of your vehicle. You were on mission, one that Celtic easily saw.

At this, he chuckled with a shake of his mighty head. His dark eyes watched as you stumbled towards a lone car far in the back.so adorable. He’ll have to happily keep you in his arms when the two of you get to your apartment. A minute smile gracing his mandibles at the cute way you tried to stay in a straight line.

You struggled to input the key into the hole. Each try causing it to run down the paint on your door handle. A growl scratched at your throat. “Why dis hard? I can do dis. Yeah.” Celtic choose right with you.

Pauk! You’re drunk! One moment, Celtic was several yards away. The next? Right by your side, pulling you away from the car. It was illegal to drive. Let alone it being far from safe. You can’t even walk straight. You heavily wiggled in his grasp, somehow almost getting away. Celtic wasn’t allowing you to kill yourself tonight.

Instead, with a few buttons pressed on his gauntlet, his ship was called to his location. He could take you at a later date, when you weren’t, back to your car. You could yell at him for leaving it at a bad part of town later. Your safety was first on his list. He wasn’t about to let you go out there and fuck yourself up even more. “Let meh goh. I gotta get home tah cuddle. Put mey face between those pretty pecs of yours,” you said, making air grabby motions towards his chest.

Another chuckle rose from his chest. He rolled his eyes as well and listened as his ship grew closer. All the way, you were oblivious, staying focused on him. Specially his chest. How could anyone blame you? He’s hot. It’s simple as that.

“Come on, little ooman,” he beckoned you. When you stared blankly at him, words seemingly not connecting with your word, he snatched you up. This gained yelp as youwere helplessly thrown over his shoulder.

That made your mouth water heavily with spit. “Mister, I don’t feel so good,” you slurred. A hand grasping the nearby butt of your mate. Celtic was quick to change your position, possibly making your new nausea worse. At least you weren’t upside down anymore. Made you content.

His ship stopped to hover in front of him, just in time. He kept you against him, both legs around his large waist, head on his shoulder, and arms limp around his neck. You were starting to fall asleep on him, not a thought between those blown pupils of yours. He tightened his hold on you and used his powerful legs to launch him up onto the open ramp of his ship. The last thing you remember seeing was the dimly light parking lot.

#yautja x you #yautja #celtic #predator x you #alien vs predator #predator #yautja x reader #predator x reader #x reader #request #drunk

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scarlet-ancunin · 2 years

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We know when desire wears the meow meow outfit they have a tail but what if they have a tail regardless of what outfit they wear like just imagine how adorable it would be, like if they're jealous you could tell bc they have their tail wrapped around your waist or leg or when you're laying with them in bed they wrap their tail around your ankle. Desire with a tail is just an adorable thought, ooh imagine when desire is feeling in a more spicy mood they use their tail to slightly rub in between your legs!

I think we as a fandom need to incorporate that headcanon into fics more often

LMAO, I LOVE THIS and it matches with another request from another anon who also wants to see Desire's version of being in "cat form" just like Dream. sooo I pictured him being a black Siamese Cat with Gold eyes but with piercing eyes, not those regular cute ones haha

Other Anons Req: OK, so maybe a Cat!Desire headcanon? Because, we saw Dream as a cat, but we all know Desire totally also has a cat form, right? Right...? I'm the only one who is in love with the meow-meow outfit. :p

prepare for a long @$$ fic lmaooo, nsfw as well you unhinged hoes lmao

Word Count: 1523

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My Cat Is An Endless

It was a stormy night and you were going home after your shift at work. you spotted a black Siamese Cat walking in the dry area of some store covers it walked oddly as if it owned the where ever they walked it was cute. you noticed that they had no collar and they looked very healthy. You always wanted to have a cat but the ones at the shops and ones in the shelter just didn't do it for you but this one was perfect.

Your longing was strong enough that the black cat stops and turned its head to look up at you their eyes were gold and piercing and you were mesmerized by how they looked. you kneeled down covering them and yourself from some of the rain. "would you like to come home with me little guy?" the black Siamese stared at you for a long moment as if contemplating if they should.

you didn't know what you were in for the moment they lept into your coat and you both rushed home. Desire was walking around the streets in the form of a cat since no one will pay mind to this form however when they felt such a strong urge from someone behind them, they had to look at the one feeling this desire.

they recalled seeing you before and knew what you longed for and seeing that they bumped into you once more made them more curious. so they decided to "play" along.

Desire knew more about you than they thought they would with how you always vent to them about everything and told them about your good days and your bad days, held them close when you were sad or cried, and play with their hair when you were happy and wanted to make your cat happy. it was something that drew desire close they literally were the key to your happiness. Oh if only you knew your Cat was an endless.

the days you worked Desire was in their normal form walking around in their "meow meow" outfit and walking around humming low they ate some fruits and sat by the window they would throw the cat food out the window for some stray to eat and sometimes they left to take care of things since they were an endless after all. But they always made it back in time. "hmm sometimes I wish you were human...." you said pouting cutely looking at the cat who was gazing at you as if they were amused. "hey don't look at me like that, it's just a silly wish" you giggle "I bet if you were you would want me to play with your hair a lot haha" you giggle and went to bed laying down.

the next day you woke up to someone playing with your hair and you jolt up seeing a very beautiful and handsome person laying beside you, their eyes were gold and they too had black cat ears and a black tail. "why hello there~" they spoke their voice sultry and smooth voice. your heart beats faster and your face is red. "w-what who are you how did you get in here and why are you wearing that outfit on my bed" you said moving back and falling off your bed. their chuckle sent shivers down your spine even though you were shocked by this whole situation. they roll until they were looking at you upside down "You wanted me here, that is what you desired" they noticed your confused face and grin "I am Desire of the Endless....I am the Cat you picked off the streets I am the one that makes you want things" as they spoke it was like certain things clicked and your face turned redder "i-i was talking to an immortal being this whole time" you squeaked. they simply giggle "I do enjoy your little venting sessions and head pats if that is what you're worried about" they spoke watching you come closer "will you still stay," you asked looking down at them while they looked up at you "if that is what you want yes" you lean down and kiss them suddenly.

Ever since that time, you learned more about Desire or rather whatever they felt like sharing. and you played with their hair being correct that they liked it when you play with it. you noticed even though your endless lover was in "human" form they still behaved like a cat. when you pet their tail on rare occasions they would purr low before becoming silent like they just got caught.

another time was while you were watching tv your favorite actor came on and you giggle "isn't he dreamy" you said watching them act perfectly and you suddenly felt their tail wrap around your waist even though they were silent. you giggled noticing they were jealous "you know just because he is dreamy doesn't mean they are better than you Desire. Besides my lover is literally perfect in every way"

they blush faintly and pulled you into a soft and gentle kiss and you hum lightly. when you both cuddle you felt their tail wrap around your ankle and you would hold them close laying your head on their chest. "i love you" they chuckle "I love me too" you pout cutely and nip their chest hard and they hiss softly their tail drifting from your ankle and moving up and between your legs rubbing you slowly with their tail.

"D-desire," you said blushing and they made you look at them "I will show you how much I love you y/n" with that, they kissed you deeply moving to be above you now leaning down and nipping your earlobe between their teeth and you grunt softly sliding your hands up and through their hair. tugging lightly. their hand slips past the waistband of your pants, making the skin burn where their hands touched.

they teased you with light strokes now smirking suddenly "my you are excited~" they said alluringly and kissed you deeply once more dominating the kiss immediately slipping their tongue past your lips. they enjoyed the moans and mewls you were doing. " i can take you right now~" they would say and you look up at them panting lightly "P-please i'll be good Desire" "oh i know you will love"

They shift so you were now straddling them leaning forward and taking one of your nipples into their mouth and you gasped holding them close and moving to grind against their obvious bulge. "can i ride you" you said Desire nows "go ahead who am i to stop what you long for the most." you blush deeply and watched them move to align themself with your entrance.

You made eye contact with them as you lifted yourself over them, gripped the base of their shaft, and slowly lowered yourself onto them. You threw your head back with a moan when you took all of them inside of you, relishing the stretch and warmth. Desire being who they are purrs in delight at how tight you were.

You waited a moment longer to adjust to their size before you lifted yourself up and dropped down again. You developed a steady rhythm soon enough, starting to go faster now that you had found the perfect angle, Desire held your waist tight their nails were surely going to leave a mark. you were a moaning mess and Desire was enjoying every bit of it their own desires now engulfing you both

you bit your lip so hard you nearly bled when they began to roll their hips up to meet yours. You cursed, moving faster and going down harder now, and Desire thrust up into you at the same pace, making every thrust more intense. It was good-- so good.

Suddenly their hand moved up to your neck gripping your throat, one hand moved to their wrist the other still resting on their chest you moan when they squeezed your neck suddenly. you whimpered, Your every breath was labored, and it only made the sensations in your body feel stronger. they tightened their grip on your neck further, thrust once, twice, three times into you harder until they felt you reach your orgasm. they pounded you through your orgasm and didn’t slow down once you were finished. they released your neck, and you gasped for a breath. before leaning down and kissing Desire deeply feeling their tail wrap around your leg still thrusting into you.

They would break away from it to bite your shoulder as their rhythm became faulty and their thrusts drove impossibly deeper inside of your tight heat. You whispered little encouragements to them and tugged on their hair. they groaned and came, and you rolled your hips down onto them gently so that they could ride it out.

"I love you too y/n, just don't test me~," they said and you were holding them close laying beside them feeling their tail rest on your leg thigh. "hmm maybe I will if this is what you do my perfect Kitten"

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Taglist: @justaproudslytherpuff, @sherazyjade, @the-masked-scorpio, @sugakookieswithacupoftae16, @happilydangerousworld, @harlekin6

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eunchancorner · 1 year

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Ok, so me and twin had an idea again based off something I saw on google >:3 Also this has TomMatt, don’t like, don’t read.

Ler Tom, Lee Matt

Warning: Mention of them doing it at one point lol

Word count: 739

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“And now I put my arms like this.. And there you go! You can stand up now!” Matt chirped as he put his arms around Tom’s neck from either side. The shorter was holding him similarly to a guitar, Matt’s arms acting as the strap to keep him in place.

“And you’re positive I’ll be able to carry you?”

“Oh, come on Tom, you and I both know if you’re strong enough to scoop me up in front of Edd simply for the purpose of embarrassing me, you can hold me like this.”

“Heh, fair enough. But you were pretty damn cute blushing so much, you have to admit.”

“H-hey! I’m handsome, not cute!” Matt scolded, blushing just as hard as he had on that day as Tom stood.

“Yeah, yeah. Anyways, why did you want to do this?”

“Because it looked fun! And besides, you used to think of Susan the same way you think of me now, so it just makes sense.”

“I mean, I’ve never done it with Susan, so there’s one major difference-”

“SHHHHHH SHUT UP-” the redhead protested, blushing even worse.

“Pft- you poor, blushy little guitar. Hey, actually, now that I’m holding you like this…” Tom trailed off.

“What?” Matt immediately questioned, the only response being a smirk from the brunette.

“Hmm, I wonder, what kind of notes does a Matt play?” he suddenly changed the subject, leaving his poor boyfriend more confused but increasingly nervous.

“W-what do you mean? W-wait, T-Tom,” the redhead stuttered out as he watched his boyfriend’s hands move closer to his belly, “W-wait, a-are you- N-Noho- EEP!!”

A single swipe of a finger. That was all it took to get him nervous and giddy and bubbly inside. He suddenly understood exactly what Tom was about to do, and if he hadn’t realized he’d become more of a replacement for Susan than he had bargained for before, he did now.

“W-wait, Tom, nonono, Ihi- I’m not a bAHASS!!” another ticklish swipe across the belly. Was he really testing out how his laughter sounded, or simply trying to get him to stop talking so he could tease him properly?

“Such a sweet little note~ But if I do this…” the adorable and amazing jerk suddenly pressed a few fingers into Matt’s ribs that tickled just enough to make him squirm and smile brightly, but not make him laugh, “and then…” he strummed on Matt’s belly for a third time, causing him to release the laughter that had been so desperately building up in his chest, bubbling out louder and brighter than the single giggles Tom had been making him let out before.

“Hm, I think I might prefer this one~ But, I wonder if I could play a song on here? Maybe something basic, like Wonderwall. What do you think, Matt?” he so casually asked his poor victim, who did little more than shake his head.

And, of course, Tom didn’t listen, and Matt squealed brightly at the silliness as Tom started to change the pace of his fingers to act like he was playing the song, the only music that he produced being the sweet melody of his precious boyfriend’s happy laughter, smiling softly as Matt tipped his head back as though giving in, but kicked a bit as though he could fight back, and still gripping onto Tom’s hood to make sure he didn’t slip and fall. Such a sweet sight and sound that Tom felt privileged to say he was absolutely marrying the source of one day.

“Hmm, I think it’s a little off-key, looks like I need to tune it~”

The tickles stopped just before Matt felt small, sporadic pokes at his neck, making him squeak and scrunch up, giggling softly, torn between moving away from the tickles and melting into the soft affection. His mind was made up, however, when that hand moved to gently cup his cheek, leaning just a bit into the warmth radiating from it.

He blushed more than he already was as Tom leaned in a bit with a soft smile.

“Dammit, stop being so cute. You’re making it hard for me to be the angry one,” he complained half-heartedly, earning yet another sweet giggle from the redhead he was holding.

“Oh, shut up and kiss me,” the taller urged good-naturedly, and Tom did. A sweet, amazing kiss from his sweet amazing boyfriend.

Neither of them could ask for anything more.

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I am proud of how this turned out, so soft and fluffy and nice :>

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the-silver-peahen-residence · 11 months

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||A silent pleasure||

Hello all, I'm here with a drabble request for my friend but lets see where this little story takes place hmm? I hope you like it.

||Drabble summary||

It seems something new has come within the grounds of Hyrule Kingdom where word has spread of a new creature. Many of the guards have never seen such a beast but what they didn't know is that this beast named Izumi was nervous but they didn't know what was wrong. Too nervous to ask, they had Link go to see what he could do to check him out. Little did he know, it would turn into something more. Wanna know what? Read to find out.

||Warning||

~NSFW is present in this drabble

~Heat is mentioned and will be seen in this drabble

~Rough play will be present

((Guests in Drabble))

Izumi Dimitru belongs to my amazing friend @within-the-resort

Link belongs to the Legend of Zelda game but also me due to rping as him as a muse

((Note: This drabble will have heavy grammar mistakes and errors but this was written for fun. I hope you understand but also enjoy please.))

"Do you think it's safe to even have such a beast in the kingdom? We never seen such a monster like that. Do you think it's from another land?" One guard said but the other shook their head.

"I don't know. I figure it came from the forest or maybe somewhere else. Right now, the beast is hidden and locked up in the dungeon but we already have someone going to examine him." He said seeing the first confused.

"You have?"

"Yes. Link. He was going to go and check on this beast. I'm sure we will hear in a few hours."

"Well, knowing Link he will know." he said but the two kept on walking down the hallway. However, they didn't know what will happen after a while. Meanwhile in the dungeon, he Izumi was indeed down there but he was shaking looking down. His face was flushed pink under his fur, his body ached so much begging for something or someone to touch him.

Even his throbbing cock was aching that he was squirming due to being locked up. This was so unfair. Why did his heat have to hit him right now?

For now, he hopes this passes and maybe these people will let him go. Or in his mind he thinks. Right after a few minutes, he heard some footsteps and saw two people there. Who could that be?

~~Outside Izumi's prison door~~

"So that's what is going on. We need to see what you can do. We know you'll figure out what this creature is. We never seen anything like it so...can you see?" the guard looks at the hero but Link thinks to give a nod as the guard smile.

"Thank you. If you need anything, someone will be near by in case....good luck Link." With that the knight gave him a key to Izumi's cell before he turns to leave. Link held the key but looks to insert it and slowly open the door walking through to head inside. The door closes behind him.

Inside, Link looks but as he did, he stops to see the prisoner. Woah, it really was a different creature than he's seen from Hyrule kingdom or the lands. For one it was tall but looked somewhat strong. However, he walks over not wanting to scare him but something seems..off.

He looks flushed for some reason, his face was red with the skin slightly damp. Or at least the fur. He seems to be panting heavily like he was...that's when Link gets it. He was in heat it seems. He's seen it before but this one is new. He walks over but made a light noise to signal he was there. This made Izumi jump but looks nervous to see him.

"..W..who are you? Are you one o..of the guards?" Izumi asked but Link blinks to nod but looks to try to explain in some way.

"Uhhhh...I'm sorry I don't......" Izumi blinks not understanding but he thinks to see him understanding. He points to his lips but shook his head hoping Izumi gets it. The beast thinks for a bit then blinks in a way.

"You can't t..talk? No, Your mute.." He said seeing Link nod. winces feeling another throb run through his body. His heat is getting worse. He winces again but Link noticed. He walks over but held his hands up to show he's not going to hurt him but wonders if he was alright.

"I..I'm haaa fine. I'm fine d..don't mmmmmm.." He couldn't speak right now due to how hard his heats hit him. Even in the worst times right now. Link saw that he was in pain, looking worried. Trying to think, Link looks at the swollen bulge in between the pants he was wearing.

"........."

Link looks at it then back to Izumi, getting on his knees to make the other tense.

"W...wait, what are you.." He started to speak but gasped feeling something touch him. He looks seeing Link's hands slowly stroking the bulge in between his legs. It felt heavy and hot but Izumi whimpers throwing his head back as Link was touching him. It was gentle but helping that the other leans his head back softly whining.

"Mffmm mmmm mmmmm.."

Link looks up to him, showing or trying to ask if he can help him out. Izumi would answer but twitched feeling the strokes stop slowly. It was helping but he shivers when he stopped.

"Noooooo, please don't st..stop..not now. Please..p..please help...i..it hurts.." He begs that Link understood to slowly reach to grab the pants and pull them down. His beast like cock comes out throbbing and pulsing in need. It was heavy and it looked pretty swollen. The tip was wet but Link was shocked seeing such a thing. He looks up at Izumi again, wonder if it's really alright to help him.

"Y..Yes, yes it's f..fine...please..it's fine....j..just..just touch me. Do something p..please.." He begs of him. He wanted this heat to stop. Anything to sooth the burning. Hearing the green, Link stood up but begins to hold his cock and stroke it up and down. Right away, Izumi whimpers with a hiss slipping past his lips, bucking up with the tip wet.

It was big but Link looks to stroke him up and down, hearing the slick movements from it. He did hear Izumi's weak moans but he was trying to hold back from making too much loud noises. He was huge in Link's case but seeing and hearing how loud he was, he slowly begins to lick and suck the tip hearing a yelp from him.

"Ah!?" He looks seeing him sucking on the tip but he moans again, having his tongue out slightly. It felt good; way too good that he was gripping the sheets on the bed in this cell. He purrs loudly loving the feeling that he was panting while Link was helping him.

"Ahh ahhh s..so good..your mouth and h..hands f..feel g..good....." He whispered reaching about to make him pull his head down but that's when Link suddenly stops to squeeze the tip. He twitched to wince but opens his eyes to tense up. He saw his eyes; aroused but was teasing him. Link wanted him to not do anything but relax. He licked his lips, taking in some of the pre-cum but he lowers his hands to now show fingers running up against it.

"W..wait, w..why did you.....please I w..want more, please don't st..stop.." he begs but Link looks to him while moving his fingers even slower. Izumi shook wanting him to do more but was he showing that he wanted to do this? He didn't want Izumi to do anything unless he was given permission to. Seeing this, Izumi whines but somewhat understood.

"I..I see..I..I can't d..do anything unless you give me p...permission r..r..right?" he saw Link nod but seeing he gets it, he goes back to stroking his cock making Izumi moan loud.

"Ohhhh g..g..mmmmm!!"

He keeps going with touching and licking against his cock but Izumi was twitching feeling how hot his body got. Even moaning out softly as he was trying to control himself but couldn't. It was just too good that he cries out in his prison.

Some guards heard that wondering if Link was alright but they trust him. He was the hero of the kingdom, he can take on a mysterious creature if anything bad happened but he was fine. Izumi was a crying shaking mess, feeling his cock leaking now since it was swelling up. Link was so good at this but he was flushed focusing on helping him feel good.

"Haaa hhaaaaa s..so good...it's g..good......mmmmmm...mmmmmm.." He wanted to buck his hips but Link kept holding them down, wanting him to savor this first. It was so heavy but he was already aroused himself, stroking his length faster. Izumi just cries out again, twitching as he was being stroked or touched. It felt really good, way too good!!

"Ahhhh Link....L..Link d..don't s..so suddenly.." he whines feeling hotter and yet this leaves him moaning out even worse. The pleasure was going to his head that he suddenly feels him now making him lay back while he was shivering. He only cries out when Link squeezes his length again.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!" His touch was hot but it made him moan even worse again. He only whines to groan again, feeling him going faster and faster now. However, he feels worse.

A few: Izumi being a fluster and stuttering mess while Link being a tough Dom, Link being aroused by the sight of Izumi being very shy and seeing his big cxck, and almost every guards can hear the pleading sounds of the beast. It was rather nice but cute at the same time, feeling him just getting more and more excited. He even moans out worse drooling as he lowers his head.

"Ahhhh ahhhhh please...mmmmmmm p..please...please that's t..too g..good..hhaaaaa..g...gonna c..cum if you k..keep doing t..this.." he whispered but burns even worse that his tip was leaking even worse. He cries out loudly to drool more. However, he twitched to slowly moan that Link was squeezing his length again. He wanted to cum so badly and yet, he was shivering.

Link finds it adorable but he just keeps teasing him even more that he was licking against his tip but seeing how Izumi was flushed harder. He even blushes worse to pant. Link was going to do something but he gets him to move his legs back and even start touching his hole that he was moaning out. It felt too good but he just bucks his hips back. He wanted it so badly, he wanted to cum but before Link lets him, he stops again.

He blushed to pant feeling his body shaking again. He panted but whines feeling him not able to do much. However, he was shivering feel him burning again while he was twitching. In a moment, he only whimpers to see Link only rub his tip.

"Haaa hhaaaa please.....please.....I n..need to cum...I need to cum..." He whispered but Link only smiled to still tease him. He will be sure to tease him more and more even worse to slowly shiver heavily. That leaves him a weak mess. Seems he will be aching for a while longer to shiver. Link was going to enjoy this very much.

#IC #silver roses #Drabble/short or long stories #silver butterfly mun #peahen mom #the mansion owner #A silent pleasure #Izumi dimitru #link #within-the-resort #resort fantasy book #peahen writer

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duskamethyst · 3 years

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stranger danger.

a/n: did i sit on top of my car to imagine this? sure did. a part of the jujutsu hub collab! thank you vee @suna-reversed for organizing this horny event for us horny people.

word count: 3.8k

genre: smut, nsfw, pwp

warnings: dubcon, literally dumbass porn, degradation + praising kink, daddy kink, gun play, mentions of alcohol consumption, dui and death, public sex, overstimulation, squirting, creampie, implied kidnapping

pairing: criminal!toji x f!reader

summary: dozing off in a parking lot seems dangerous but it seems like the right thing to do. that is, until a mysterious man taps on your window.

you shouldn’t have trusted yourself. you’ve vowed to yourself not to drink tonight, especially when you were driving to the city by yourself. maybe one drink wouldn’t hurt, you thought. but that one drink led you to another until you eventually found yourself light headed and could barely walk in a straight line let alone drive home.

so now you decide it’s best to just stop in a random parking lot and doze off for a couple of hours until you’re certain that you’re sober and ready to continue your journey back home. thankfully the lights are on and there are a few other empty cars in the lot, giving you somewhat a sense of security.

even though you aren’t completely sane at the moment, you make sure the doors are locked, turn off the engine and roll your windows down slightly to allow ventilation. if you could avoid a possible car crash, might as well avoid dying from inhaling some fatal gas. so you push back your seat and close your eyes to let sleep take you over.

but it isn’t for long until you hear a knock on the window.

startled and confused, you instantly get up thinking it would be one of the securities patrolling the area, telling you to scram but you’re only met with a rather handsome man, tall and brawny standing next to your car.

he leans down to your eye level and glares at you intimidatingly before he speaks, “get out.”

in such a panicky situation, your heavy cluttered brain doesn’t really tell you what to do nor what the hell is happening so you only stare back at him tongue tied, unable to properly gauge the situation thanks to both chemicals in your system and adrenaline pumping through your veins.

“are you deaf?” he snarls with anger distorting his face.

the sharp eyes piercing through you coupled with the discernible scar on his lips go so well into his menacing demeanor and you’re aware he’s getting impatient. unsure of what to do, your hand reaches for your keys to turn on the engine, thinking it’s best to leave but he bangs on the window as if to tell you that isn’t what he wanted.

“i only told you to get out. so, get the fuck out. now.” toji waits for you to comply, but instead you just sit there frozen and he sighs in exasperation. “look, i have a fucking gun. and if you don’t do as i say, i won’t hesitate to shoot your brains off. you don’t need it anyway, right?”

toji fishes out his gun, waving it in front of you in warning. “and you’d be fucking dumb to think it isn’t loaded.”

the threatening sight of the firearm is finally what makes you unlock your doors and he immediately swings the door open and pulls you out from your vehicle by the wrist. toji eyes you up and down, taking a special interest in the mini skirt you don with a filthy smirk across his face. he peeks inside the car briefly, delighted over the fact that you’re all alone in the middle of the night– in some deserted parking lot, no less.

“where were you from?” he suddenly asks with less gruff in his tone. the eyes raking up and down your smaller frame so flagrantly makes you feel small and vulnerable.

you lick your lips to return moisture lost to parched skin as your eyes shift from his gun to his face. “a party.”

“a party, hm?” he does a double take on your whole skimpy outfit, sending a plethora of titillating thoughts to run in his head and waking up his primal instincts. he hasn’t gotten his dick wet for a while and opportunities don’t come by so easily when he’s a man on the run. he’d have to be an idiot to let this chance slip through his fingers.

“must’ve put a lot of thought on your outfit tonight. why don’t you give me a little twirl?”

toji deliberately taps the gun on the side of his thigh, reminding you what could happen if you either scream or run. getting the hint, you decide to entertain him, knowing well that you could end up with a bullet in any part of your body if you try to escape.

but do you oppose the idea of a sickeningly attractive man trying to check you out with a weapon in his hand? not really. if anything, the alarming nature of the affair only gives a delicious thrill to your already messed up nerves.

his predatory gaze is fixed on your voluptuous curves and the little sway of your hips as you gracelessly turn around in your heels, making blood rush straight down to his cock before telling you to stop.

“get in front of the car.” he urges.

“huh? why?”

toji cocks the loaded gun in front of you, his expression turning stern and serious once more. “no talking, just do it.”

you walk towards the front with the gun behind your head, careful not to miss your step until you’re facing your car.

“hands on the hood.” he demands, dark eyes silently watching you do as you’re told like a well-trained dog.

you’re certain he can see your ass cheeks peeking underneath the hem of your skirt as cold air hits your skin. the thought of a pair of eyes staring you down hungrily forms an anticipative knot to pull tightly in your stomach as your mind wonders about the dirty things he might and could do to you.

the next thing you feel is the cool metal of the barrel under your skirt, making you shudder as it caresses your puffy folds before dragging upwards to hike up the hem of your unbearably short skirt in favor of checking your panties but oh, what a delightful surprise– not a single thread underneath it all.

“no panties?” he bites back a groan when he notices the glistening slick coated around his black gun. “don’t tell me you’re getting off to this?”

“‘m not–” you deny meekly despite the blossoming heat between your thighs growing bigger when you feel the tip of the barrel against your drenched cunt again.

“don’t lie. you’re a little slut aren’t you? went to a party without your panties on– something tells me you’re an attention whore.” he mocks, poking the gun against your entrance only to observe your little squirms.

“not a slut!” you whine giddily as you spontaneously grind against the long barrel in seek of relief for the dull ache that has formed in your core.

“no? you’re gonna tell me you’re not jerking off to my gun right now?” he chastises with a satirical smile on his lips, feeling his cock harden even more from watching the way you’re eagerly rubbing against the gun he currently holds in his hand.

“i– i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you try not to let your words slur as you play coy, even when breaths are already hitching in your throat.

“oh yeah? ‘cause that cunt is positively leaking right now.” you whimper at his words, being bad and filthy never felt so good– especially to a man you don’t even know. “bet you want me to fill that needy cunt.”

“mhm!” you mewl, gyrating your hips even more salaciously once you manage to find an angle to rub your sensitive clit, sending waves of sensations to every fiber and nerve in your body.

“now that’s an honest little slut.” he coos with amusement lacing in his voice. “why don’t you beg for it?”

you tilt your head back towards him, bottom lip jutting out into a cute pout and eyes pleading. “please..?”

toji lets out a huff, “not good enough, sweetheart.”

your eyes narrow at him, hoping he can read the desperation in them as you call him in the softest mewl that you've used to numerous guys before. “daddy.”

“hmm?” he strokes your clit by rubbing the gun back and forth and watches you quiver with a lopsided grin across his face.

“w-want– need your cock, daddy.” you pant in a shameless expression of your need for him.

“what do you need daddy to do to you, pretty girl?” he studies the barrel, now smeared with your slick.

“need daddy to fuck me– fuck my little tight cunt.”

toji draws his gun away and raises it at the back of your head. “then, get on your knees.”

you don’t need to be told twice as you instantly turn around and face him, the gun now pointing directly to your forehead and follows you even until you’re already kneeled in front him.

“you went a little too fast there, didn’t you?” he chuckles, the sound is smoky and alluring. “so eager. now, take off my pants.”

your hand reaches up to unbuckle his belt and undo his button before pulling the zipper down and tugging off his pants and briefs hastily. your mouth waters at the sight; his thick cock is already throbbing, tip flushing red and leaking precum with a prominent vein on the underside – causing you to quickly disregard the life-threatening weapon in front of your head.

seeing you blatantly gawk at him causes pride to spiral in his chest, as if you’ve never seen a dick before. but is it bad for toji to assume that you've never seen a dick as big as his?

“getting nervous now?” he teases. “fuck that. put it inside your mouth.”

toji exhales sharply once your tongue carefully licks off the salty pre on the tip, rousing him further with only kitten licks until the barrel nudges your head in warning, forcing you to stop your ministrations.

“are you asking to get a hole through your head?” he scowls, showing apparent irritation.

“no.” you answer meekly.

“then? i told you to put it inside your fucking mouth.”

“‘m sorry, daddy.” you wrap your fingers around the base of his cock and give it a few pumps up and down his shaft in hopes to please him and calm him down. “promise i’ll be a good girl.”

“then stop fucking around.”

without a second to waste, you wrap your lips around his cock and hollow your cheeks, squeezing and milking his cock with your tongue and throat as your head bobs up and down. you graze your tongue on the underside and slowly drag upwards, following the curve of his vein before giving a harsh suck on his tip, drawing out a loud groan from his throat.

“look at daddy.”

and you do, fixing your gaze with his darker ones as you slobber his cock with so much drool and you relax your throat in order to force yourself down to the base, devouring him whole even as he tilts the gun next to your head.

“wish i had my phone right now. you should see how you look.” his other hand reaches the top of your head, holding you in place and causes you to choke slightly before jerking his hips forward and begins to fuck your throat.

squelching noises resonate in the silent air, mingled with his grunts. drool starts to seep from the corners of your mouth and tears begin to well up in your eyes as his heavy balls slap against your chin.

“boys must really love you, hm?” you can feel the tension in his fingers as he puts monumental effort into restraining himself and he finally draws his gun away. “just taking it like a good girl.”

you can only whimper around his cock, the praise making you feel hotter that you find your hand between your thighs to push a finger inside your wet cunt.

“fuck– yeah, keep touching yourself like that.” he growls, the sound rumbling in his chest as the vibrations from your muffled moans are slowly sending him to the brink of an orgasm.

you’re too immersed by your own finger pumping in and out to even care about the ache that has formed on your jaw but the moment you feel his cock twitching, you both know it won’t be long until he breaks down.

“you’re gonna swallow all of it. got it?” he states more than questions, feeling his balls tightening as he starts to lose the last remaining control he owns.

you hum in response and flutter your eyes close and you wait until his hips still before he spurts thick ropes of cum down your throat, invading all your senses with the bitter taste of his load.

once he has emptied, you pull away with your tongue gliding along his length, not forgetting to lick off the sensitive slit to clean off any remnants.

“open your mouth.” he demands. you part your puffy lips and stick your tongue out, showing your obedience to his prior order and a delightful smirk makes its way on his face upon seeing that you’ve downed every drop of his cum. “good girl.”

“to be honest, i didn’t think you’d cum quickly.” you blurt out bluntly.

his brows furrow and his face contorts into a scowl. “‘fuck did you say?”

you shrug nonchalantly. you don’t know where it’s coming from either– the alcohol still lingering in your veins or the fact that you feel beyond proud that you’ve made him, some guy who claimed that he wanted to rob your car cum so fast. “well, all the guys told me i give the best head but none of them ever–”

“get up. face the car.”

toji clicks his tongue as you blink at him in confusion and he grabs your arm to pull you up on your feet before spinning you around and bending you down on the hood with his body pressing against your back. you swallow nervously when you feel a nudge against your ass, his dick is still hard despite the fact that he has cummed just a minute ago.

“you’re gonna regret that. once i fucking ravage that little cunt, you’re gonna be begging for me to cum quick.” he leans down to your ear as he threatens, sending shivers up and down your spine.

“i’m sor–”

“no. i won’t give a shit if it hurts you or when you cry for me to stop.”

toji gives a harsh smack on the plump flesh, making you jolt in surprise. with your hands down on the hood, he lifts up one of your knees on top of the car, causing you to spread wide open in an instant before he impatiently pokes the tip of his cock against your pulsating hole.

“but that’s what you want, right?”

your eyes roll back, lips parting in an appreciative squeal as you feel his fat cock stretches you out accompanied with a delicious burn when he sinks in deeper.

“mmh– s-so big–!”

“yeah? never had a dick this big before?” toji pulls out almost completely, eyes fixed on the cock glistening with your slick under the street lights, not missing the white cream attached onto the skin.

“n-no– ah–!”

toji cuts you off with one hard slam of his hips, drilling his cock into your tight pussy in a brutal pace while you keen and whimper as it brushes against your walls, each stretch and drag inside you so exquisite while deep crescent shapes of his nails form on your pliant skin as he holds you firmly by the hips for leverage.

“no wonder you’re so fucking tight. stupid boys didn’t know how to fuck you right.” his words thrum in a burst of heat as he growls in your ear, breaking through your every thought.

you tilt your head towards him with heavy lidded eyes and meet his lust addled gaze. your mouth is gaping in breathless moans, tongue slightly lolled out from your lips as you try to reach closer to his scarred lips, wanting to crash your lips onto his before it stretches into a devilish smirk and you feel warm liquid lands on your palate.

“you looked like you were begging to taste my spit.” he mocks. toji watches as you eagerly swallow it down your throat and he lets out a brittle chuckle. “dirty slut.”

your pussy flutters upon hearing how he degrades you, causing you to buck your hips wildly against him in an attempt to meet his thrusts.

“you liked that, didn’t you? i can feel you clamping down on me like a fucking whore.” he derides, fucking you harder and deeper until your world is reduced into nothing but the way he makes you feel completely stuffed and filled, the cockhead kissing your cervix with each deep strokes.

“please– make me cum, daddy–” you keen as pressure pulls taut in your lower stomach, the slick noises are so loud that the both of you can hear them even through your moans.

your body flushes against his, so close together and you can only focus on the sounds of flesh against flesh, the salacious rhythm making you more delirious.

“then, cum for me. let me feel you gush all over me.” toji brings his fingers to rub against your clit, easily tipping you over the edge by pressing tight circles until you find yourself crashing down with an orgasm exploding throughout your body.

“you want more?” he taunts, helping you ride out the aftershock by continuously rutting his hips into your cunt and not giving you the slightest chance to recuperate.

“ah– ‘s too much–” you whimper as soon as the pleasure begins to numb and you clutch onto his wrist tightly to try and pry his hand away from your sensitive clit.

“too much? don’t think that i’m done with you yet.”

toji finally draws away from you, but only turns you around to face him and effortlessly puts you on top of the hood with your elbows propping your weight. with his hands, he spreads and keeps your legs apart before sheathing his cock back inside your pulsing cunt again, completely mindless of your pathetic sobs. he lifts up your top, not surprised over the lack of bra underneath and he intently watches the way your tits bounce with each merciless pound of his cock.

“s-stop– please–” you whimper feebly as you try to shut your trembling legs together but he doesn’t budge and only keeps his grip on your thighs even tighter, stretching out your pussy for him wider.

“fucking take it.”

toji ignores your plea and his head dips low to your chest, latching his mouth onto one of your nipples and starts to flick it with his tongue coupled with harsh sucks until he pulls back with a pop and watches as the nipple stands erect before assaulting the other, swiftly sending sparks of pleasure down to the bundle of nerves.

“might as well keep you around. be my personal fucktoy. would you like that?” he grins up at you to see your jaw slacking, mouth falling in a wide ‘o’ as the burn down your core begins to cease.

“yesyesyes– make me your slut–!” your toes curl, making your heels drop down to the ground while your knuckles turn white from squeezing your hands into balled fists too hard.

“yeah? you’d do anything for a good fuck, huh?” he sneers at you, although he’s fascinated with your state of arousal.

“mhm– need daddy to fill me up with his cum–” your back rests against the car, reveling in the feeling of his cock abusing your swollen cunt like you’re nothing but a sex doll.

“but daddy’s not gonna cum yet. not even when you’re tightening around him like this.” toji slams your hips down closer to him, fucking into you deeper and harder with his heavy balls smacking your ass.

“t-too deep–! daddy, i’ll–” you babble, losing the ability to form cohesive words as you feel a strange knot twisting rapidly in your guts. the feeling is too intense and unbearable– the refined drags of his vein brushing against your spongy walls is anything but agonizing.

“come on. use your big girl words.” he drags out slowly and quickly pumps back into you ruthlessly. “or are you too dumb already?”

“i’m gonna–”

toji lifts up your legs over his shoulders as he leans down closer to you and he nips on your pulse point, causing your body to tense as your hands find home in his dark locks and tight shirt.

as soon as he lets go, your pupils are blown wide as pleasure washes throughout your body and you feel yourself gushing around the cock still buried inside you along with a broken moan from your lips. the release is oddly more relieving than your prior orgasm, making your body feel lighter as your mind ascends to a state of euphoria. you find yourself panting heavily as you squirt all over him, staining his black shirt with clear fluid and with some of it dribbling down to his thick thighs.

“making such a mess on daddy.” he groans as he feels your walls convulse around him rapidly, milking his cock dry and slowly dragging him down to his own high for the second time of the night.

you can only look at him in a cockdaze with no particular thoughts running inside your head, each one formed gone like popping bubbles. your eyes glued onto every bit of his features; the brows furrowed in concentration, the lips parting in grunts, the damp matted hair against his forehead and you drink the sight of it all even when you’re not sure if you’ll remember it all the next morning.

“fuck– it’d be a shame to not cum inside this pretty cunt, right?” his thrusts turn sporadic, dick twitching as a telltale of his pending orgasm that’s soon to crash down over him. he didn’t need to hear your answer as he ruts into you faster, hips stuttering out of control before a low, guttural sound escapes his throat as he shoots hot ropes of cum, flooding into your womb and stuffing you full with his seed.

and once he lets go of your legs you can feel your whole body sore all over, but you can’t bring yourself to care nor whatever is going to happen after this when the man in front of you has given you what you truly wanted and made you feel satiated like you’ve never felt before.

toji pulls out his spent cock and runs a hand through his hair before putting his pants back on. a cocky smirk graces his lips at the sight of your fucked out body, still splayed on top of the hood with his cum dribbling out from your pussy.

he presses your cheeks together with one hand and forces you to look at him, even as your lids are getting heavy to lift.

“i was serious about you being my fucktoy– and stealing your car.” he cackles. “so, do you wanna be in the back seat or do you prefer the trunk?”

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serendipityunho · 2 years

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drunk sexting (m) – mingi

What once was a night out, turned into a night alone.

Both heels in one hand as your bare feet sink into the pavement after hours of balance on the tip of your toes. The haziness of the alcohol was just starting to die out as you fumble with the keys to your mediocre apartment you barely afford on a student’s wage.

It was that or nothing, thank god it was something. Heaven-like, was how it felt when the soft cushion supported your fall onto the couch. The couch once again, where many mistakes brew.

One of which mistakes can be contemplated, drunk texting? More like drunk sexting. Always to the same person. Why do you even bother? Wasting the rest of the night’s time with Mingi who wouldn’t dare have a proper conversation with you for more than two minutes before pulling your panties to the side.

He wasn’t using you, it was the opposite way around. Maybe it’s mutual. Either way, you were both doing each other a favour.

01:37AM Sunday 02 Jan 2022

…: u miss me yet? x

Desperate for a reply, your eyes never left the screen. Just hoping for three tiny dots to appear with something that would suffice your cravings.

01:40AM Sunday 02 Jan 2022

m: happy new year to you too :)

…: oops missed it sorry

Mingi never failed to make your knees frail at the slightest words. Almost as if you had fallen dangerously in love with him. Almost.

01:42AM Sunday 02 Jan 2022

m: what are you up to princess?

m: needed something hmm?

…: just got home… wanted to talk to u before i sleep

…: that too much for u to help me w?

“Princess”

You always thought that pet name was too much of a cheesy thing. But maybe that was just the bare minimum for you.

Fuck, you could never forget the way he’d whisper that into your ear- or groaning it against the sensitive skin of your neck. Fascinating how one word could just trigger your thighs to rub against each other, wetness pooling through your panties.

01:44AM Sunday 02 Jan 2022

m: i want you to pull your clothes off

m: get naked for me princess

You could honestly go off at him for making you put the effort into trying to peel this corset dress off your sweaty body. But it’s what he wanted, and you were down for whatever his plans were tonight.

01:45AM Sunday 02 Jan 2022

…: 1 attachment sent

m: that’s my girl

m: now touch yourself where i touch you

It was flooding by each word you were reading, drunk off the neediness for him. It was too hot for you to handle, the flashback of his deep voice vibrating against your inner thighs, barely hovering over the skin as he made his way to the centre.

You remember those nights clear as day when you weren’t reminiscing about the times he’d make you cum multiple times in a row. Those nights when you were both drunk off tequila, throwing your bodies on one another.

His tongue would lay flat against your pussy, sending thousands of nerves tingling in your clit. It was honestly a match made in heaven. His mouth and your pussy of course.

01:47AM Sunday 02 Jan 2022

…: it’d be better if u were actually here yk

m: you can wait a little while princess

m: making me horny knowing how much you want me

…: want is an understatement mingi

…: u know i need u

m: need me? or my dick?

His company after his dick’s company wouldn’t hurt, you guess. It’s been too many lonely nights with the temporary feeling of a warm body.

…: both?

m: well that’s something new

…: should i change my mind

m: no

m: just nice to hear princess

…: would be nicer if u could lend me a hand

Fuck, his hands were carved by the gods. They were so rough yet so smooth and gentle on your skin.

It was a blessing to have them anywhere on your body. Whether it’d be the back of your thighs to gorilla gripping your hair. It was always a pleasure.

01:49AM Sunday 02 Jan 2022

m: cum for me then maybe next time i will

…: really gonna give me a “maybe”? x

m: you’re adorable when you try to give me a kiss through msgs

You hadn’t even realised your swollen clit had built up the pleasure from thinking about him. The way he does things to you is immaculate.

Just the thought of him absolutely railing you into the mattress was making your eyes roll back as your body twitches. The sticky wetness covering your fingers and inner thighs completely as your mouth gaped wide open to comprehend the pleasure Mingi planted in you.

Almost as if it were your first time fucking with him, the knot in your stomach felt like that day. That day when he hit your g-spot to sensory overload combustion. That’s what you were feeling, the sensory build up as the knot tightens with every rub against your clit.

You were struggling to keep the phone still recording as your body twitches in pleasure, eyes rolling back as your hand uncontrollably rubs for you to reach your climax. Mingi would fucking love this, too bad he wasn’t here to witness it.

The haziness of the pleasure outweighed the haziness of the alcohol, taking over your whole body as your back arches off the couch. A loud gasp left your lips as an explosion of nerves released tingles and euphoria throughout your body. You hand still rubbing into overstimulation as your thighs shut close on it and body shaking.

Well fuck, Mingi’s going to want to absolutely destroy you now. This may have been the best nut video you’ll ever send him. Probably the last.

01:55AM Sunday 02 Jan 2022

…: 1 video attached

m: you look so fucking good

m: 1 video attached

m: sleep tight princess ;)

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xenia-cenia · 3 years

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Ranpo x GN!Reader - Insecure

A/N-I’m working on a request right now, but it was fun making this :)

TW-bullying mention

Summary: Ranpo helps you fight your insecurites

You we’re hiding in your room, wiping tears for the who-knows-how-many time. Life had been incredibly difficult recently - part of it being the people who were dead set on making fun of you every day at school. Another part of it was your ever slipping grades.

Stress bubbled in your stomach and you felt horribly insecure.

“Maybe they’re right.” You mumbled absentmindedly. “Maybe I’m worthless.”

Ranpo, who had just stepped into your apartment to check on you, heard you say this and instantly swung the door to your room open.

“RANPO?!” You cried in shock, “How did you get in?!”

“You gave me a key, remember?” He held the small key between his fingers, and tossed it into the air for a couple seconds.

“I… Ranpo…” you sniffed. “This… is a bad time?”

“No such thing for the Great Detective!” He smiled brightly and sat down next to you, “It seems there’s been a crime.” His tone shifted to uncharacteristically serious.

“W-What? Do you need to go… or…?”

He shook his head violently, causing you trail off. He looked at you and opened his eyes.

Oh, those eyes. You always felt your heart race when you saw those emerald green gems.

“The crime…” he took out his glasses, and slowly put them on. “Seems to be the murder of my partners self confidence.”

“I…” you looked at him incredulously.

“I must interview the witness!” He cried out. “You!” He stood and pointed at you. “Where were you when the murder occurred?”

“Ah…” you breathed and decided to play along with a soft shake of your head, “I was at my college.”

“Hmm…” Ranpo paced the room. “I see. Did you notice anything strange?”

“It seems some… people… were taunting the victim.”

“Oh?” He turned to you, and rubbed his chin. “Were these people aware that the victim is the smartest person this detective has ever met?”

You laughed softly, “I doubt the victim would agree with you.”

He smiled softly, “I see. It appears the victim is under the influence of a mind-alteration ability.”

“What?” You laughed in surprise.

“Well, how else could the victim be so sure of this? Obviously, there’s someone pulling the strings and lying to our victim.”

“Well… the people at college…”

“Of course!” He cried out. “You’re a genius, partner!”

“What do we do then… partner?” You asked, starting to enjoy his antics.

“We do what good detectives do.” He smiled widely, “We solve the case and save our victim.”

The rest of the day was very strange. You never thought you’d see Ranpo leading the way at a store, but here we was excitedly dragging you through the clothing store.

“Uh… detective? Why are we here?” You squeezed his hand as you spoke.

“Well, I believe our victim deserves a day of luxury.” He rubbed his thumb against the back of your hand, “And luckily, the lead detective happens to of gotten a credit card set up last week.”

“All by yourself?” You laughed, partially in surprise but mostly in disbelief.

“Atsushi helped.”

“Ahh,” you smiled.

For the next hour or so, you wandered about the store trying on whatever outfits you wanted. Some were ridiculous. Some were stunning. It didn’t matter much to you though, you just enjoyed Ranpos reactions.

“WOW! You look beautiful in anything!”

“THATS MY PARTNER, IM DATING THEM. BE JEALOUS.”

The rest of the day was spent wandering about with Ranpo constantly hyping you up.

At the end of the day, you were cuddled with Ranpo on your couch and felt as if your worries had disappeared.

“How’s our victim?” He spoke quietly.

“Much better.”

He exhaled as he smiled, “The Great Detective never fails a case… thanks to his lovely partner.”

“You’re such a nerd. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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shokobuns · 3 years

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“𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐛𝐫𝐨?”

your irritating step brother likes to come in your room during your zoom classes.

PAIRING: stepbro!gojo satoru x f!reader

GENRE(S): smut, quarantine!au (au? LMAO), college!au, taboo

WORD COUNT: 2.7k

WARNING(S): darkish, smut, drug use (weed), high sex, stepcest, taboo, slight dubcon, slight manipulation, exhibitionism (if you squint), sensory deprivation (blindfold), degradation, size kink, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (f receiving), squirting, dacryphilia (if you squint)

(A/N): this rly do be my first time using proper capitalization huh, anyways all characters, SORRY I FORGOT TO ADD THE READ MORE I FIXED IT

More.

One thing you easily learned about Satoru was the fact he wasn’t easy to satisfy. He’s demanding, cocky, all the while being nonchalant. He rarely exerts effort, but gets the desired results. He’s arrogant, but it’s nearly impossible to point out a flaw to counter it at all.

It makes your head hurt. It makes your teeth clench.

When you make eye contact, you make sure to stare back daggers. When you’re forced to talk to him, your voice stays monotone and expressionless. When you’re in a room with him for more than five minutes, your earbuds are already out, drowning out the sound of his voice. But it’s all difficult when you’re under the same roof.

Knock. Knock.

You roll your eyes at the sound of your step brother knocking your door, wondering what the hell he wants now. At this point, he’s probably just trying to annoy you, poke at your sides until he gets attention, any kind of attention, all just to satisfy his boredom.

Your calm demeanor and sharp tongue has always contrasted with Satoru’s teasing attitude. He’s always seemingly trying to provoke you, trying to pry apart the walls you’ve barricaded yourself in. His personality never rubbed you in the right way from the day your dad surprised you with a dinner with your new brother and your new mom. It didn’t matter anyways, you thought. You’d be going off to university soon enough.

The pandemic ran over all of your plans like a truck.

Better yet, your parents still had work without the option of staying home, leaving you and Satoru home alone for a little over eight hours a day. When he wasn’t in class or tutoring his juniors, he was knocking at your door, most likely red-eyed, though you can’t see it, and relaxed. Despite his persistence, you rarely let him in no matter how insistent he is in “getting to know his new lil sister.”

“Go away, Satoru.”

Behind the door, he pouts while you scribble down notes from the screenshared presentation. He comes in anyways, reeking of marijuana and cologne, half of his shirt buttons undone. You steal a small glance before once again glueing your eyes to your computer screen. The voice of your professor bores you, but you’re hyper aware of Satoru’s presence as he makes himself comfortable on your bed. “Get the fuck off! You stink!” You yell, turning off your camera before throwing a pencil right at him.

He catches it mid air with ease, relaxing his head on your pillows while fiddling with one of your many Sanrio plushies. “Can I have this?” he asks, holding one up as you contemplate its value in your head.

“If it gets you out of my room, then sure.” you reply in a monotone voice, turning back to your notes.

“You’re no fun,” he mumbles, rolling over to lay on his side with the plushie in his arms, “Is that organic chem?”

“Yeah, can you go now?”

“I’ll be quiet, princess. Don’t worry about me, just wanna know what my lil sis is up to.” He waits for a response, but is only rewarded with a huff.

It stays like that for the next ten minutes, him watching your professor’s lecture, you scrambling to write all of the information on the slides as he continues the fast paced lesson. You’re hyper focused on your class, putting in your effort to absorb the entirety of the content. In your mind, the only people in your room are your and your computer. “You know, you don’t have to understand everything all at once,” a voice speaks up from behind you, causing you to purse your lips in annoyance, “It’s easier to learn when you’re actually paying attention to the lecture instead of focusing on trying to get everything down.

“We get it, Satoru. You have straight A’s and you’re naturally good at everything.”

“Hey, you’re getting advice from an aspiring teacher. Don’t need to use that tone with me, Princess.” He mumbles, rolling to his back on the bed, “Just tryna help you out in my free time.”

“I don’t need your help.”

He stays silent while you go back to drawing some of your basic compounds. Ethanol, methanol, propane, all of it. Your scribbles are messy and they progressively fill out the page in your notebook. You hear a tsk behind you, rolling your eyes as you prepare for another criticism from Satoru. Sure, he was probably right, but you refuse to feed into his ego. “Does he not link the slides to you guys or something?” he asks, this time with a friendlier tone.

“He does.” you reply, swiveling your chair until you’re facing him. He’s laying on his side again, his shirt spilling off his shoulder as your breath hitches at the sight. The blindfold is snug against his face, his hair pushed up. You’re sure that the stink of marijuana has rubbed onto your sheets and you make a mental note to wash them after class. “Then get high with me.”

“I’m in the middle of class, dumbass.”

“But you can always look at the slides later.” he suggests, “Plus, you’ve looked super stressed lately. Wonder why.”

Because of you, you want to say, but you stop yourself, opting to stay silent while pondering the offer. “Sure.”

He excitedly walks back to his room, returning to your bed seconds later with a joint between his fingertips. “This your first time?”

“Nah.”

“Ooooo,” he hums like a child, “That’s what you’re up to when we’re not around, huh?” he teases and you shake your head with a smile forming on your face.

“I guess.”

He shrugs, holding the joint up to your lips and lighting up the tip. You suck in the smoke into your lungs, holding it in, before exhaling out the screen door of your window. He takes a hit, opening his mouth and inhaling through his nose then passing it back to you. Your professor’s lecture fades into background noise as you fixate on Satoru, finally giving him the attention he’s been craving for weeks. He makes a mental note to offer you weed the next time he’s overcome by boredom.

The high hits you almost immediately. You’ve never had anything this strong and it’s liberating. You feel weightless, but your eyelids feel heavy. Your face is awfully warm and lifted and your vision gets more and more blurry by the second. The intoxication is pleasant, the present worries in your head being cut off as you focus on what’s right in front of you.

Satoru.

Satoru, your dear, irritating step brother who was kind enough to share the weed he stashes in his drawer. It’s getting harder and harder to hate him and you can’t reason why you felt so many negative emotions that you projected onto him at all. Sure, your room reeks and it’s all because of him, but the sight of him laying on your bed in a shirt that barely covers up his upper body makes your underwear feel uncomfortable. You don't know where it’s coming from, but shutting it out was easy when you’re sober. Key word: sober.

You stand from your desk, making your way to your bed and laying next to him. Both of you face each other, easily getting comfortable, warmth radiating off his body. It feels oddly intimate and your thighs press together in order to suppress the lustful feeling that takes over your body. Your arm comes around to the back of his head, tugging on the fabric that covers his eyes. “Can I take it off?”

“Sure.”

He lifts his head, allowing you to pull on the knot until it becomes undone. You don’t know what you were expecting, maybe a scar or something, but you’re in awe of the blue orbs that make you feel like you were staring into infinity. They’re bloodshot and half lidded and it’s when one fact you really didn’t want to accept hits you.

Satoru Gojo is one of the prettiest men you’ve ever seen.

And he’s your step brother.

Uneasiness stirs in your lower tummy and you curse at whatever higher power that decided to give you this type of luck, but a hand on your hip trails to your back, pulling your closer and closer until your faces are at a dangerous distance. You can feel your cheeks becoming alarmingly hot and you hate that you can’t blame it on the weed. His hand comes up to your cheeks, his thumb stroking the soft skin. “Thought you wanted me to go away?”

“Changed my mind.” you whisper, eyes slowly closing, lips parting open as you wait for him to lean in and close the gap.

“Hmm? What’s this?” he sneers, causing your eyes to shoot open and your body to jolt up from your bed. The hazy feeling on your head still remains, making it hard to stand completely straight. “Get out.” you sternly demand, leaning back on your desk chair and pointing towards your door.

“Why should I? I don’t think you really want me to leave, babe.” He props his head on his hand, leaning his elbow onto your mattress.

“It’s wrong.”

“What’s wrong? We’re just two people hanging out on a bed. Unless you were trying to do something else, dirty girl.”

“I- I wasn’t! You’re my step brother!”

“Step brother.” He repeats, justifying your actions.

You’re shaking, guilt occupying your mind keeping you distracted. It’s the perfect time for Satoru to get comfortable in the space between your legs, pulling down your loose shorts and taking you by surprise. Before you have a chance to protest, his nose brushes against your sensitive core, making you let out a squeak. “W-We can’t do this!”

“Didn’t you want this?” he questions, looking up at you with wide eyes, “Wanted me to take care of this pretty little pussy, right?”

You know you should be refusing. You know you should be pushing him out your door. But it’s so hard when his pupils are dilated and the grip on the sides of your thighs feels so right. At this point, you’re not thinking, only nodding along to whatever he’s saying, anticipating his next actions.

“So wet.” He mumbles, pulling down the flimsy fabric and throwing it off somewhere in the room. He licks a thick stripe from your entrance to your clit, sucking softly on the pearl while holding you down as the pleasure causes you to jolt upwards. He sucks and slurps like it’s his last meal, making your empty walls pulsate and little whines along with to leave your lips. Looking down, your eyes meet his, the lower half of his face immersed in your cunt.

The wet muscle fucks into you, curling and pressing against your walls, while his thumb rubs against your little clit. He hits all the right spots that make you squirm, pushing your legs wide open to see more of your ruined pussy. The wetness collects on his mouth, his chin, and his cheeks, filling him with a sick sense of satisfaction. “Such a whore, aren’t ya?” he pulls away to comment, but your fingers thread through his hair, pushing his head back where you need him most.

The action is assertive, something he usually hates dealing with. Though this time, he’s filled with a sick sense of pride at the fact that he was able to turn you, someone who seemed to hate him with a burning passion, into a moaning mess with just his mouth. He hums satisfactorily, sending vibrations into your sensitive core that make your thighs shaky.

You’re already cumming in an embarrassingly short time, gushing all over his face while he laps up all the juices you have to offer.

Before you can process anything else, his lips capture yours, lifting your body and dropping you onto your bed. You look at him with half lidded eyes, still sensitive from your last orgasm, while he pulls off his own clothes. His length rests on the inside of your thigh and he’s huge, so huge that it feels heavy against your skin and it scares you. “Satoru, I don’t think I can take you-”

“Shhh, princess,” he reassures you, “You started this. You have to take it.”

He doesn’t give you a chance to speak, taking the fabric of his blindfold and covering your eyes, tying a tight knot on the back of your head. This isn’t right, a voice in your head tells you, but you ignore it because Satoru treats you so well. He keeps you company, gives you some of his weed, eats your pussy without you having to ask him.

The only thing you can see is black and you whine. You so badly want to see Satoru’s pretty face, his chiseled body, his thick cock, but your thoughts are interrupted by the fat tip prodding at your tiny hole. “Too big..” your voice trails off as your mind is lifted, only the feeling of him splitting you in half remaining. You’ve never felt so full and it feels so dirty, yet your slick says otherwise, betraying any rational part that still resides in your body.

“I got you, Princess, don’t worry.” He slurs, drunk on the sensation of your snug walls. The stretch strings, whimpers spilling from your lips, but his cock hits every spot like no other. By the time he’s fully inside of you, it feels like he’s actually in your guts and it’s all intensified by the isolated feeling, not being able to see him at all. Every bite on your shoulder, every kiss on your open mouth, every delicious drag on your gummy walls is amplified.

You’re already cumming around him, a ring of cream forming on his cock as he gazes down at your bare body, wrapping his lips around a sensitive nipple. You squeal, your breath hitching at the same time you clamp down around his throbbing length. “Already? Such a sensitive little princess, aren’t you?” He mutters in your ear, your nails digging into his shoulders, piercing the pale skin. Tears spill from your eyes, flowing down the sides of your face.

His teeth sink into your shoulder and you want to tell him to stop, but the words don’t quite leave your lips. Only babbling noises accompanied by the wet sounds of your cunt and skin slapping against skin. He’s still pounding into your cervix at a relentless pace, in awe of how your slick drips down his balls and onto the white sheets.

Every time he hits that sweet spot, there’s an odd feeling that forms, like you’re about to make a mess. And when your next orgasm washes over you in intense waves of euphoria, a clear liquid spurts from your cunny, coating his lower stomach and your inner thighs. “Who knew my little princess was such a messy girl?” he taunts, making your cheeks flush in embarrassment.

“S-shut up-”

“Don’t worry about it,” he leans in close, his lips dangerously close to your ear, “I’ll clean it all up.”

His smooth voice causes you to squeeze around him, almost like you don’t want him to ever leave your cunt, and it gets harder and harder for him to move. “Fuck, baby you’re so tight, need you to loosen up,” he mumbles, his own orgasm finally approaching, your little cunny milking him for all he’s worth.

He’s rambling little praises, hot pleasure elevated by the high, his hips stuttering and his cock stuffing you to the brim with his warm seed. You both lay there, still intertwined and his body resting on top of yours.

“Ms. (L/N)! Did you have any questions about my lesson today?”

Your face drops in horror, your hand immediately pulling off the blindfold, as you push Satoru away from you and press the leave button on Zoom. A mix of your juices drop onto the floor and he chuckles, pulling you back to bed. “This isn’t over.”

He pins you back onto the mattress, his cock twitching at the sight of your leaking cunt, pulling your thighs until you’re close and pinning them to your chest. In one swift movement, his entire cock is shoved into your cunt, his balls slapping against the flesh of your ass with every thrust, fucking his cum back into your womb.

Gojo Satoru would never be satisfied.

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doubledgesword-2 · 3 years

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Breeding Kink

I’m taking this as a kink instead so I hope that’s alright for the request! I apologize if it isn’t! I treated them like drabbles and if I’m honest I’m a bit disappointed in my work ;-; this rose tea is not my best.

Illumi

You opened your door to your pitch-black apartment with the same sluggishness and tiredness you had walking all the way from your work to here. Today had been one of those days, and those were fine once in a while...but the entire week? No, that was not normal. You had been on edge and stressed to the point of burning out. So the plans for this evening consisted of showering, eating something quick, and just dying on your bed. That was until you noticed the figure sitting on your sofa.

Illumi's back was to you; he was so still and quiet, you might as well think he fell asleep while sitting.

"You're late," his voice cut through the silence.

"I didn't know I was expected," you replied, and it was the truth; Illumi had left for a week on a job and didn't even called you. You weren't feeling particularly forgiving this evening, and the edge of your tone contrasted the calm and monotony in his

"It's been a long day, Illumi, is there anything I can do for you?"

Your relationship wasn't the best when it came to normal; there was a lot of miscommunication or lack of it. But Illumi did his best, he was interested in you, and that didn't happen often.

"As my love interest, you should always expect me is a quality that every wife should have. It's their job to wait for their husbands no matter how long they take" Illumi turned slightly to look into your eyes as he talked.

You perked up at the word wife; he had never made allusions to marriage, at least not directly like this. You knew his goals when it came to relationships. Still, you always expected him to leave you in the end for someone more suitable, almost royalty. After all, his parents were very demanding, and you knew you didn't fit the role of the perfect wife, starting with the fact that you worked a regular job and haven't found your nen if you even had one.

"But we're not married, Illumi. Besides, I don't think your parents would approve of someone as vain as me. I'm not strong, and I don't meet the qualifications. So..." you shrugged in the end, dropping your keys on the counter and your bag nearby.

Your hand went to flip the switch; all this talk in the darkness was unnerving you, especially when you took into consideration Illumi was an assassin. Right when you flipped the switch, Illumi's hand was on your wrist, turning off the lights once more. You could feel his toned chest as he pulled you close to him. For a second, you struggled in a fight or flight response, and Illumi's face went to the crook of your neck. His breath on your neck sent chills down your spine as he planted a feather-like kiss on your pulse. The action almost threatening, and it made you swallow. The fear and desire burned equally in your veins as he stretched your clothes, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses all the way to your shoulder.

"I think I've given you too much freedom. Do you think you're in control in this relationship?" He whispered to your shoulder, his other hand holding you tightly to him. "Do you think you can talk back to me just because you're tired? If you're going to be my wife, you need to learn how to behave properly."

Illumi slammed you down on the island counter, both of your hands twisted on your back held with one hand. You gasped and yelped as he did so. Whether it was from desire or fear, you didn't know. He bent over you, leaning close to the side of your head, nibbling your earlobe and whispering.

"Don't worry, I'll teach you" Illumi's free hand caressed your side, going down and squeezing everything he could. "The first lesson is to obey my every command. Can you do that?"

You nodded frantically, and he tilted his head innocently as if he wasn't holding you down or grinding into your hips slowly.

"Good girl" Illumi turned your body so you'd be laying on your back facing him. His hands went to your shirt, ripping it open, sending the buttons flying all around.

"Second, we have to continue the Zoldyck Legacy..." Illumi caressed a trail down your stomach and undid his pants, his eyes never leaving yours.

"I'll ensure you're filled to the brim, just to be sure it takes. We still have all night to try."

Hisoka

Hisoka had managed to find you where you were staying. You were on a short business trip. After he had disappeared to go on another gig, you didn't think it would matter if you actually did the same for the same reason. But Hisoka didn't like that. Like the petulant child he is, he was expecting to arrive home and be received and welcomed with a nice meal and some more relaxing activities afterward. But all he got was a nicely written note on the counter explaining your absence.

P.S feed your cat dummy :)

"Hmm," the cat meow made him look down to the fluff currently sitting at his feet, "She left you too, huh? Well, at least you welcomed me." He said in a bitterly playful tone.

After feeding the adorable and fearsome beast that guarded your apartment, he went on to look for you. He wanted your attention, and he wanted it now.

You had been staying at a company-paid hotel near the station. It was a relatively short trip, three days max, counting on everything going according to the agenda. After you had finished your last reports, you were set for a nice shower and sleep. Your stomach growling said otherwise, though. So you ordered some room service and went to shower quickly just in case the food came. When you were out in your robes, there was a knock on the door.

"Coming"

You opened the door, still drying your hair, when you looked up at the man serving you. It was Hisoka. Somewhere along the way, after he figured where you were, he had seen the boy coming up with your food, and once that was temporarily disposed of, he went on to serve you.

"Mmm, hello (Y/N)-Chan, how lovely to see you" he rolled the cart inside the room and closed the door by slamming you into it.

"Hisoka, w-what are you doing here?"

"I was lonely and bored. You left me all alone" He licked a trip up your neck all the way to your cheek.

"You leave alone all the time; what's the difference?" You were angry at that statement, 'how dare he?'

Hisoka's eyes widened for a split second, but not in shock, more in amusement.

"Oh," he chuckled, the tone dangerous, "my bad, little pet, I didn't realize this was such a sensitive topic" his tone was whimsical and mocking.

"Here, let's eat, and maybe you'll feel better" without giving you a chance, Hisoka grabbed your arms and flung you into the bed.

After your first release, you felt tired. You had been working nonstop for these two days. Your eyes closed, and his half-lidded ones are the last thing you remember.

"You actually passed out, doll. Was our sexy time too much to handle, or have I been mistreating you all these weeks I wasn't there, hmm~?"

You let out a breath at his playful look. He was rubbing circles on your exposed stomach while straddling you.

"Mmm, I think you're not relaxed enough; we might as well try again. After all, you let all my efforts slip out; I'll have to work hard to fill you up again~" he pouted playfully, looking over your tired form. "Don't worry, you can sleep while I'm at it, little fruit."

Chrollo

You were currently perched on your island counter chair like a vulture looking down at its prey. The entire week had been a mess of deadlines, due dates, and unhelpful people. To say you were stressed was an understatement. You were so stressed you no longer felt stressed.

That's how Chrollo found you when he entered your house. He could've used the front door, but he wanted to surprise you, and now he was worried about your confused face staring down the laptop screen.

You were so concentrated that when his hand laid on your shoulder, you jumped with a yelp.

"Argh, don't scare me like that," you chuckled, giving him a quick peck on the cheek but immediately turned to the computer screen once more.

Chrollo pouted slightly. He had been gone for an entirety of two weeks because of a small job; the least he expected was to be received with kisses, praise, and hugs like it was a kings parade.

He understood the stress, but he wasn't having it.

"Have you eaten anything?" He casually asked.

"Not really, but I can make you something if you want?" Chrollo gave a small smiled at the fact that you'd roll were willing to attend to him. You just needed to relax.

"Don't worry, love, I'll go shower" you nodded, and he turned, making his way down the hall and disappearing. You heard the water turn on muffled because of the closed door.

While you were concentrated on your work Chrollo slipped out of the bathroom, he grabbed you by the waist, spinning you and slamming you against the wall. His lips were possessive and angry as he kissed you. Sandwiched between his toned chest and the wall, you tried to push him back but eventually gave in to the way his fingers caressed your sides, his tongue forced yours into submission, and how he grinds his hips suggestively.

"Chrollo," you gasped when he finally let go of your swollen lips to suck on the skin of your neck. "I have to w-work."

At the mention of it, he bit down hard on your shoulder, making you Yelp.

"No more work" he licked the bite, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses. "I just returned, expecting my little darling to receive me with kisses and at least one hug. But instead," his free hand grabbed your hips tightly enough to bruise, "you've overworked to the bone" your hands held his head close to your chest, ruffling his hair in the process and making him look even hotter.

"I-I"

"It's alright, I know how you can make it better" kiss on your shoulder.

"for both of us" kiss on your jaw.

"I'm going to shower, and you're coming with me; after getting on your knees for me, you can let me fill you up nicely."

"But-t" a moan slipped your lips as his knee went between your legs.

"And if you keep protesting, I'll just keep stuffing you until you can't think straight. See if you can work after that"

I hope this was good! I’m sorry if I butchered this 😭

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bibliocratic · 3 years

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45 or 10 from the kiss prompt for JonMartin? :)

Thank you!! :D Number 10 Already posted - > Number 19, Number 26, Number 38

Broad spoilers for S5 up to 194. Content warnings in the tags

MARTIN … and that’ll be all outside, and y-you’ll be able to see them, through the glass doors at the back. […] [muzzy] Jon?

[…]

[slightly more urgent] Jon.

JON [woozy, coming to] Hmm?

MARTIN Just. [obviously relieved] Just checking.

Thought you’d lost me?

MARTIN … a bit. Yeah.

JON I’m still here. [a shifting sound of unstable brickwork] I think one of my arms has gone to sleep.

MARTIN ‘s what happens when you bring the whole building down on us. JON [mock affronted] It was a team effort, thank you. MARTIN [a small quirking laugh, trailing off into a wet-sounding cough] My mistake.

… Jon?

JON … sorry, it’s – hard. To stay awake, now the Eye’s… [a self-deprecating sound] I didn’t realise how much I needed it.

MARTIN [trying to reassure] I know. It’s… it’s OK. [a gasping wince] Fuuuck. Jesus.

JON Try not to move too much.

MARTIN [through gritted teeth] Fantastic advice. [another grunt of pain] N-not like there’s… [shuddering inhale] … anywhere I can go.

[the silence is sober, a conversation already had and ran dry]

JON I think I can… give me a…

MARTIN W’ are you doing?

JON I can... if I just…

[the sound of a dead-weight dragging, laboured panting, several moments of this]

[the movement stops]

Argh. That’s… that’s better.

MARTIN [pushing for light-hearted] Any – huh – any excuse for a cuddle. You’re getting dust all over me. JON You weren’t going to be moving to me, so. It’s not exactly my fault you’re more comfortable to lie on than the floor.

MARTIN High praise there, don’t – heh [wincing gasp] use up all your compliments at once.

JON [tentative] It doesn’t hurt when I…?

MARTIN No. Well, yes, but no more than the rest of it anyway.

JON I can…

MARTIN Stay. Please, Jon. I’d… I’d like you to.

JON …

Think anyone’s noticed all this mess yet?

MARTIN I mean, my guess is that Hill Top Road’ll just look like a construction site to anyone walking past. If it worked… if everything went… went back.

JON It worked. It has to have.

MARTIN [quiet] No one is coming then.

JON No. No, it’s just us.

MARTIN Right. Right. Suppose that’s not the worst conclusion.

JON [trying to keep himself together] No. It isn’t.

[silence for a few moments.]

JON Go – go on then. What’s next?

MARTIN What’s that?

JON Before. You were talking about the house.

MARTIN Oh. Thought you’d tuned out, to be honest.

JON I was listening.

MARTIN Any changes you’d make then?

JON Bigger garden. [a shifting creak of fabric – Martin gasps, and Jon apologises] Maybe a patio area.

MARTIN [winded, recovering with effort] Very fancy.

JON All that walking we did… think we – huh – deserve to be able to sit down in some deck chairs.

MARTIN Too right. [struggling, pushing the words out harsher] Your… your go then, lazybones.

JON What do you want me to say?

MARTIN Just… Tell me about a day we’d have. Any day.

JON [soft, tragically fond and heartbroken] Alright.

[clears throat] Right. So I’m… er, I’m in the kitchen. Um, cooking I guess?

MARTIN Heh, that’s a stretch – I’ve seen your kitchen skills.

[there’s muttering, and a tired chuckle] Ha, OK, sorry, sorry – spoiling the momentum. Carry on.

JON [affectedly prim] Thank you. Right, so I’m cooking. Pasta, o-or stir fry or – something easy, quick, not too much effort. It’s been a long day at work, and I left later than usual. It’s… yes, it’s dark outside, sometime in Autumn maybe, and I’ve put the heating on full blast. You’re… you’re usually home by now, but you… [trailing off]… you… um….

MARTIN [prompting] I’m caught in traffic?

JON [pulling himself back] Y-yes. You text me earlier, t-to tell me you’d got caught at the road works coming out of town, so you’re running late.

MARTIN Silly of me not to have taken the long way round to avoid it.

JON I’ve told you that. You haven’t replied but I know you’ve read it.

MARTIN I’m too proud to tell you you’re right.

JON Heh. Yeah. [a ripped-up out sound]

MARTIN What next then?

JON Give… give me a minute. I-I, er…

MARTIN It’s alright. No rush.

JON [recovering from whatever episode has passed] OK. I’ve… I’ve got the radio on. I’m listening to some sort of talk show, and they’re going on about a political scandal of some sort.

MARTIN Tories at it again?

JON Of course. [warming to the thought] I know the commentators irritate you, so I only put it on when you’re not at home or if I know you’re working upstairs. And I – um… I’ve fed the cats, but they’re hovering around my legs hoping I drop something.

MARTIN [gently teasing] Cats plural, then? We had only had the one before.

JON They’ve multiplied.

MARTIN Hm. Our squadron of cats know you’re a soft touch, and that you’ll accidentally-on-purpose drop something.

JON I would never.

MARTIN Liar.

JON True.

The cats are hovering. And I’m thinking about… well, nothing special. The day, things I want to get done tomorrow. I’ve got a pile of marking to do, but I’m going to leave it, because it’s Friday, and you’re always telling me I need to set healthier work-life boundaries.

MARTIN I’m being listened to? A true miracle.

JON Hush. Anyway, the food… it’s a pasta bake, and it’s in the oven. And I’m tidying up because the kitchen’s messy, and then I hear your key. You’re kind of muttering loudly and I can hear you through the glass in the front door. The lock sticks sometimes, but only ever when you use it.

MARTIN [pained, words pushed through teeth] S-so we’ve a cursed door. N-nice touch.

JON …

MARTIN A-and then…?

JON You… [groaning] Christ, I’m… I’m getting really dizzy.

MARTIN Shh. I-It’s alright, it’s ok. Close your eyes, deep breaths.

JON [a series of stuttering breaths] Y-you come in. Your bag slumps heavy on the floor, I’m always telling you it’ll give you a bad back, the weight you put in that’s making the straps fray. You kick off your shoes, b-but then you set them neatly by the door, right alongside mine. And then you greet the cats and stroke them behind the ears and you fuss and coo in a silly little voice at them.

And then you – you kiss me on the cheek. Without thinking. Not – not that it doesn’t mean anything. Like you’ve… [huff] you’ve done it so many times now it’s a habit, that we’ve had the chance to make over all the years we’ve had together…

…

Martin?

MARTIN [drowsy, words slurring] K-keep going love. I’m… ‘m listening.

JON [it is audibly harder for the words to come to him, but pushing on almost desperate, voice thick] … and I kiss you back, and ask you how your day was… you have a bit of a moan. Y-you’ve wrapped your hands around me now, and you’re freezing and I tell you if you don’t let go, the dinner’s going to burn, and you tell me the tea will be just fine for another minute, and I tease and ask if you’re speaking Northern again, l-like it’s a running joke of ours – and, huh – you pretend to be offended…

And while we eat, we talk. About… about so many little nothings we’ve made into somethings, a-and…

[drained, lost] I-I can’t think of anything else.

…

Martin?

[fracturing] Martin?

[a trembling swallowed sob] Alright. ‘s alright, you rest, I-I’ll keep going. Jus’ give me a minute to catch my breath…

[harsh inhale, exhale]

[inhale, exhale]

[stop]

#tma #the magnus archives #fic #jonmartin #kiss prompt #cw death #cw injury #hurt/comfort

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salemwritesxx · 3 years

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hawks�� secret to being productive

↳ bottom hawks x top, tall reader (6.24 ft / 190cm)

summary: Hawks tries to write his report after successfully coming home from a mission, however, he gets distracted by Y/n wanting to help him get his report done faster.

w.count: 4k

content warning: smut, porn without plot, ass eating, cock warming, a bit of hair pulling, biting, size and height difference, big dick penetration

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“Hey.”, you said rather quietly to not startle him too much as you poked your head through the living room door.

“Y/n.”, immediately, a teasing smile appeared on his lips once he looked up from his laptop – he had been laying on the sofa with just pants on, his usually big, red wings mere stumps due to the fight he had yesterday night.

“Are you done already, Kei?”

“No, not yet.”, he then sighed and turned to the laptop in front of him again. “I just cannot find the will to write, like fuck writing reports. I got that villain in jail and rescued hundreds of people, isn’t that enough?”, Hawks rolled his eyes in annoyance, making you snicker.

“I know. Maybe I can help you?”, the tone in your voice suddenly changed when you walked to the sofa, Keigo immediately shivering in anticipation and his usual grin spreading across his face.

“Oh? Really? Help little old me?”, chuckling, he watched you intensely with his golden eyes as you kneeled onto the sofa to hover above him, your big body emitting so much warmth. “Y/n…”, barely breathing your name, it was enough to hear a small snicker from you before you leaned down.

One hand buried in his blonde, soft hair, you pulled his head back, earning his cute whine and delightful hiss, just to slam your lips on his. Inevitably, Keigo was feeling turned on in an instance, wantonly moaning into your mouth when you massaged his scalp. Your tongue being so hot as you danced with his, eliciting small grumbling moans from his throat.

“Y/n…”, already breathlessly groaning your name, you pulled back and looked at him for a moment, shimmering gold eyes, a little bit of drool – hmm and that just from a little bit of kissing.

“Try to get back to your work, Pretty Boy, okay?”, you placed an almost gentle kiss onto his lips, making him purr.

Turning his head again, Keigo felt your hand combing through his hair for a moment, to make him sigh in bliss, only for him to twitch once he could vividly feel your lips on his sensitive back.

“Y/n… It looks a little weird, huh? Haha.”, he tried to laugh off the condition of his wings, now mere stumps, but in reality, Hawks was a bit insecure having his back exposed like that.

“Nhn, what are you talking about? You are my handsome boy. Just as gorgeous as before.”, the low whisper gave him goosebumps, Kei shuddering and moaning softly when you kissed along his spine.

Breathlessly moaning your name once you reached his stunted wings, a blush crept onto his cheeks, thus quickly hiding his face in his arms. You didn’t tease him about his little stumps, instead where they and Kei’s back met, you kissed him, earning his soft blissful hiss.

“W-Wait, haha, that is embarrassing.”, he laughed shyly, having you kiss his little stubs, and yet, his skin was so sensitive there and you knew it.

“Hmmm, just concentrate on your work, okay, Baby Boy?”, the vibration of your purr against his skin sent a visible shiver down his spine, making you chuckle and continue to kiss down his beautiful back while hearing his soft gasps and little groans.

“It…it’s not that easy, you know?”, Keigo hummed in pleasure, trying to open his golden eyes again to write his report, but feeling amazing and loved by his lover just had more priority right now.

You didn’t answer with anything else but a mere grunt, before you finally reached his tailbone, biting and marking his skin while your hand was busy groping his little ass with your big hands and massaging it.

Biting his lip, Takami’s hips were moving on their own to push back against your touch as he loved being marked by your teeth and also simultaneously trying to get a little bit of friction from the sofa against his hidden cock.

“Hah!”, a surprised gasp escaped his throat, followed by a delightful “OH!” when you had pulled down his pants and spread his cheeks, your swift tongue already slipping in-between. Moaning your name with his raspy voice, Keigo’s whole body was shivering when he felt your wet tongue moving against his little hole, making him wet and soft quite easily.

“Y/n…Y/n… Mhhh”, almost whining, he clawed at his own hair with his free hand and shamelessly pushed his ass back against your face, wanting more – no – needing more.

“Hmm, pretty boy likes that, hm? Your cute little hole is twitching so much, haha. And that from a little bit of teasing. So cute and sensitive.”, you laughed, teasing him even more.

Kei felt his face being all hot and probably really red from your teasing words, but he couldn’t help but whine a “Yes, yes. I like it, don’t stop. Please.” back, being honest and not holding back, because why should he? Being a brat just wasn’t his thing, Hawks had always been open and honest in the bedroom and that was one thing you certainly appreciated.

Spiting between his cheeks for a bit of lubrication, it was then Kei’s turn to move on from biting his lip to biting into his fist or he would have been way too loud, feeling so turned and hot when your tongue pushed inside. Your wet muscle moving and wiggling as your hands were spreading his ass properly to give you enough room to enter his cute little hole as far as you could with your tongue.

Hawks’ cock was twitching in his pants, a small wet spot already in it, since he never wore any underwear after showering, hence why the movement of his hips gave him a small friction. Though, soon, you held his ass tightly in your hands so that he couldn’t thrust anymore, merely whining loudly and pushing back wantonly.

“Y-Y/n… such a tease.”, he choked out under a breathless laughter, only to moan once more when you pulled out in one go, before you teased his hole with the tip of your tongue, swiftly flicking and licking. The almost feathery touches made Hawks shake and groan, trying to push back more, but he couldn’t, having to endure your teasing.

“Ahh!”, once you pushed your broad tongue against his skin and licked over his twitching muscle, it was hard to hold back the loud moans, even though he had already left bite marks on his own hand from trying to suppress his sounds.

“Hmmm Baby really loves getting his ass eaten, huh? So, so cute and honest, hmhm.”, a chuckle followed your seductive purr, his little high-pitched approving “Hmhm” made you smirk.

Pulling your tongue back eventually, you spit onto his skin one last time before you reached out your finger and rubbed against his cute, messy hole, Kei already opening up and inviting you to tease him more while he was a shivering mess.

“Y/n… Please… I want it. Let me warm your cock while I work, plea- nggff.”, he couldn’t talk further when your tongue was back to lapping around his soft muscle while simultaneously teasing him with your finger.

For a moment, he thought you would just ignore his plea, but only a few moments later, you pulled back completely and sat back up.

“I hear you, Handsome. But we need lube.”, and so, you stood up, even though he was whining a “Noo, we don’t need it, I can handle it, Baby. Please.” while grabbing your hand and pulling you back.

“Kei…”, you could see the lust shimmering in his golden eyes, and yet, when you leaned down, the kiss you pressed onto his lips was so gentle, before you said, “We can't, Sweety. As much as I just want to ram myself into your tight little ass.”, then leaning in and whispering, “I don’t want to hurt you and spit alone ain’t it, you know that. You are just too small and cute.”

For a few seconds, he just stared at you, displeased and pouting, only to then say, “Ugh, I hate you for being right.” Dramatically sighing, he let go of your hand and after another soft kiss and chuckled “I love you too, Handsome.”, you swiftly went into the bedroom to get some lube.

Blowing a strand of hair out of his face, he waited until you came back, still a little pouty because he hated it when such things interrupted sexy time, but of course, Kei knew that spit wasn’t enough, especially considering how small he was compared to you – still… he wanted your cock inside so badly already.

Looking ahead at his laptop and the almost blank document, Hawks got excited just thinking what you were about to do. Warming your cock while working was something you had both done quite often already, hence why, when you finally came into the living room again, he immediately presented his ass again.

“Come on, Y/n. You make me wait way too long.”, he whimpered while shaking his hips, making you snicker and sit down again, just to hear his blissful groan when you grabbed and spread his ass once more.

“I know, I know. So impatient, but don’t worry. We can continue….right away.”

Squeezing out the lube, Kei was instantly shivering and twitching again, before another moan left his glistening lips when you pushed two fingers inside effortlessly, spreading his hole, though his small “Wait.” startled you a bit.

However, Hawks was simply rising and changing positions so he was kneeling beside you now, flashing that teasing smirk as he whispered, “You better hurry and prepare me.”, before he pulled down your pants, your big cock bouncing back and almost making him drool just from seeing it.

“Don’t worry, Baby, I will.”, though your own heavy groan as he didn’t wait to swallow your cock made his heart jump.

Moaning around your thick dick, your free hand was buried inside his hair, which only spurred him on, hence he started moving skillfully, taking as much as he could into his little mouth while your digits were back to ramming into his tiny hole, another soon following to spread him properly, the squelching sounds of the lube and his sloppy sounds from sucking you off made his pretty dick twitch and ooze even more precum.

“Hmmh mhhh!”, suppressed, blissful moans were escaping his throat, just to pull back and tease your cockhead with his tongue, drooling on it for greater slip before sucking on your tip while listening to your own delightful moans that got him even more riled up. Meanwhile his hand was busy softly squeezing and massaging your balls.

“Ahnh?!”, a surprised cry escaped his throat when you hit against that sweet spot, your breathlessly groaned “Found it.” only making him whimper and teasingly pinch your thigh in embarrassment.

“Are you ready, Pretty Boy?”, were the words that excited him the most, and so, Kei released your cock with a loud pop and raised his head, his shimmering, teary gold eyes telling you everything you needed to know.

“I thought you’d never ask, Baby.”, he smirked crookedly, hence you leaned forward to capture his lips, making him whine when you pushed your tongue into his mouth, a hot fight for dominance igniting immediately.

Clawing at your t-shirt, Kei’s knees felt like pudding and yet, the more you kissed him, the more vigorously your tongue moved and intertwined with his, the more he sank against you defeatedly, completely wrapped around your little finger as he groaned into your mouth wantonly while you were still stirring up his insides with your digits and making sure to spread him open properly.

Only after a few mind-blowing kisses, you finally pulled back, making him gasp and smile deliriously, before he instantly came back to reality when he was suddenly empty and twitching. “Y/n…”, he barely whined with a cute pout on his lips.

“Hmhmh, what? Isn’t this what you wanted, Kei? I thought you wanted to be stuffed full with my cock? Please, take it away, my love.”, and the grin you flashed him was seriously dangerous for his heart.

Gulping lightly, he nodded a bit, just to grab the lube to drizzle a bit onto your cock as well. Kei was glad you were holding his hips once he hovered above your lap, his back and little stumps pressed into your chest as he slowly slid down and guided your cockhead into his tiny hole.

“Hnnfff!”, throwing his head back against your shoulder, he instantly hissed in pleasure when you spread him easily, your own growls and groan making his heart swell knowing you felt as good as him. Thanks to the lube, he could easily push his hips down inch after inch until your cock was snugly buried inside and Hawks was comfortably sitting in your lap.

“Hmm fuck, so nice and warm. Hah, I missed having your tight ass around me, Baby.”, you dreamily sighed and kissed the nape of his neck, making him whimper and shiver while kicking the last bit of pants that were hanging around his knees off and onto the floor, thus sitting fully naked in your lap.

The feeling of having your cock stuffed inside his little hole, being spread so deliciously much and knowing you enjoyed yourself too, was sending him already on cloud nine. For a few moments, you stayed like that, your lips simply nipping and kissing on his neck and Kei just leaning back and relishing the minutes of having your dick inside.

Your hand was soon sneaking around his waist and lazily playing with his pretty dick, your lover barely whimpering and breathlessly moaning as he spread his legs more to give you more room to softly stroke him.

“I…I need to write my report…”, he whispered eventually.

“I know … You are just so cute and pretty, it’s hard not to touch you, Kei.”, the purr against his skin sent a chill up his spine, while he was also laughing a bit, cheeks a soft rosy color because your words made his heart jump.

However, after a few more seconds of savoring the moment, you then grabbed the blanket that was always resting on your backrest of the sofa, to softly place it on top of him so he wasn’t cold being that exposed, especially since you knew how easily cold he was.

Takami then also reached for a pillow and his laptop, a small hiss escaping his lips when his cock rubbed up against the cushion and blanket when he put it into his own lap, but nothing more.

Blinking a few times to get rid of the blurry vision, he then reached out his shaking hands and started typing again, while your own arms were lazily resting around his hips and your lips softly kissing his ear and neck, making him sigh and lean into the touch more.

It literally only took a few moments and Keigo was already extremely comfortable with this current situation, the ever so light twitching of your cock inside his wet hole reminded him every time that he was stuffed full, yet, it made it easier for him to write, snuggled up against your big body, warming your cock and simply feeling you pressed against his back.

The delicious feeling of your soft lips against his skin and your hands massaging his outer thighs was sheer bliss. Enough touches to not distract him while keeping him on cloud nine and not letting him drift away.

And the softest groans and little moans that escaped your lips whenever he would tighten around your dick, made the little feathery stumps puff up every now and again, loving the way you sounded and enjoyed yourself, being fully into this situation as much as he was.

Even though his head should have been empty, his fingers were moving quickly on the keyboard, words spilling onto the document. For some reason, warming your cock while working made him work more efficiently. Hawks felt full and warm and loved, maybe that’s why he could concentrate more on his job.

Your little kisses and bites should have distracted him, but they only made Kei relax more against you while the only sounds were occasional little groans and the typing on the keyboard, otherwise it was quiet. However, when you moved a little to adjust yourself, or just to tease him, he couldn’t suppress his little blissful grunt as your thick cock was moving in his little hole, making him shiver and gulp in order to stay concentrated.

“You are so warm and wet, Baby…”, you purred and his concentration was basically out of the window as he whined your name quietly. “I’m sorry, it’s hard to hold back. God, you feel just… so amazing. The way your tight little hole squeezes my cock, fuck.”

Inevitably Takami was tightening the moment you said that, his walls pulsating with lust and massaging your big dick with every little twitch, making him once more hyper aware that he was stuffed full.

“J-Just a little longer. I’m done soon.”, Kei said after he had tilted his head and pulled you in for a quick kiss.

Turning to his laptop and snuggling more into your lap to feel every inch of you again, he went back to typing his report while your hands were softly caressing his sides and your lips gently peppering kisses onto his neck.

If it wasn’t for you being impatient, Kei probably could have sat there for the next hours without moving much, the feeling of your cock buried inside and making him feel so full was amazing. Even if he would try to imitate that feeling by using a butt plug, it could never compare to your actual cock; the light twitching, the pulsating, every little thing a plug couldn’t give him, you could, making this situation so amazingly intense and hot and why he wanted to draw it out as much as possible.

Hawks’ heart was thumping wildly in his chest when he realized he was approaching the end of his report faster than he wanted. Being able to work so efficiently by warming your cock was so lewd, he would die if anyone would ever find out about it.

Relishing the last minutes of feeling your warm dick buried inside his ass, he typed the ending of his report and then closed the laptop and put it onto the desk in front of the sofa, your lips immediately kissing along his ear and the deep purr escaping your throat made him shiver.

“Y/n…”

“Pretty boy is done, hm?”

Kei only nodded, only to have you throw away the pillow from his lap and rip away the blanket to expose his twitching, leaking cock and the mess he had left on the sofa.

“Look at you… you really love having my cock inside, hm? I bet you want to sit on my dick all day long if you could, hm, pretty boy?”, you chuckled and reached down; teasing him by softly stroking the tip only, just to hear him whimper and buck his hips.

“I… I would love that.”, he answered so honestly while leaning back against your strong chest, ass tightening around your cock when you started moving your hand a little faster.

“Hmmm having your warm, wet ass around me all day… Fuck, that would be amazing, wouldn’t it? Snugly buried inside your cute little hole.”, your words excited him, his pretty dick already so red and hot and leaking so incredibly much.

Merely warming your cock wasn’t enough anymore, he wanted to feel you – properly. Thrusting his hips lightly, Kei moaned and begged, “Please, Y/n… Ahnh Baby, fuck me!” And his wish was your command.

Letting go of him, you instead grabbed him underneath his knees and pulled his legs up, before you leaned back onto the sofa and started pulling out, Takami immediately moaning when the feeling of being stuffed to the brim was gone, only to cry out once you rammed your thick cock back inside, almost enough to make him cum on the spot.

“Y/n!”, throwing his head back against your shoulders with a loud moan, he was merely clawing at your arms while you fucked him silly. Due to warming your cock for the last 30 or so minutes, Hawks was so sensitive and sexually loaded that the penetration against his sweet spot made him see little blinking lights.

“I-I’m gonna…”, he barely choked out under crying, his own dick and balls bouncing vigorously due to your hard thrusts, knowing how to ram into him to make him babble merely incoherent stuff. Even though he warned you, you didn’t stop, didn’t let him catch his breath, instead your movements got rougher and more uncontrollable, which only made Kei cry even more.

To think he was so incredibly sensitive that he could cum in mere minutes after warming your cock was embarrassing, and yet, he didn’t care. Because as your own deep groans left your lips, he knew you were as close as him, knew that when his little ass was warming your cock it was a sweet torture for you that pushed you both closer to the edge together.

After a few minutes of him crying and whimpering, Hawks could feel how close you were, your movements became more erratic and sloppy and with how close he was himself, it only took a few more of your uncontrolled thrusts against his prostate to make him arch his back and desperately moan and cry out your name as he emptied his cock all over himself, spurts of seed hitting his tummy and up to his chest while his dick was moving and bouncing.

Listening to your own groans and loud moans of his name made his heart almost explode, before he could already vividly feel your own cock twitching and pulsating in his ass, feeling your cum filling him up as you were shaking and falling back onto the sofa completely.

Moaning and groaning in unison, you held on to him, while Kei held on to you, both of you letting your hips ride out that orgasm fully.

“Stay…”, Takami barely croaked as he put his pushed his hips down completely onto your lap to keep the cum stuffed in his ass, making you laugh a little.

“Don’t worry…we can stay like this for as long as you want.”, you panted and whispered in his ear and he just sighed blissfully while snuggling against your chest while you let go of his legs to rest them on the sofa again, so you could sling your arms around his small body to hold him close.

“Ahan”, laughing and moaning kind of at the same time once you reached out your hand to touch his oversensitive, still leaking cock, but he didn’t stop you from softly stroking his tip and squeezing out every last bit of cum, instead, he was just gasping for breath and laying there as you touched him lazily.

Turning his head, he puckered his lips a bit, immediately getting the attention he wanted as you leaned down to kiss him, this time, your tongues entwining and playing softly while your hand was caressing him, all while he still felt your big cock inside his little ass, this time even more full than before thanks to your huge load.

“Thank you, Handsome.”, he then mumbled against your lips, your questioning “Hm?” only making him chuckle and whisper, “For helping me write my report. I appreciate it.” and the grin that appeared on your lips was enough to make him bite his own a bit.

“No problem, Pretty Boy. Always at your service. And now come here.”, and with that, you had pulled him back to capture his lips, Hawks merely sighing in bliss and relishing the moments of successfully having written the report and being connected with you.

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writer’s note: did i mention how much i adore this birb boy? pull his hair, spank him and make him drool and he will still beg for more, hawks is such a pretty little bird man and hungry for y/n’s cock 24/7😌 also, i had fun w the title lol

#salemswriting.#hawks x male reader #takami keigo #hawks #takami keigo x male reader #bnha x male reader #bottom hawks

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mrslilyrogers · 3 years

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All I Have To Do Is Dream

Pairing: Steve x Reader, Telepath! Reader (X-men reader)

Summary: It’s been five years since the snap. You and Steve are stuck at an impasse. You want a family, he doesn’t. He says he’s moved on but has he really? With your doubts growing, you consider risking his trust and use your powers on him to get your answers once and for all.

Author’s note: I know I’ve been gone for so long, I’m sorry!! I loved these requests and decided to merge them together. Took a while to write, I haven’t had much inspiration. I’ll keep this short and hope you enjoy this!! Let me know what you think!

Requests: hi!! first of all i adore your writing (esp. betrayal)!! id willingly chop two of my limbs in exchange of ur writing skills hahah!! can you maybe write a oneshot similar to take my breath away, and the reader and steve are dating, but they’re actually in steve’s dream(like in age of ultron) and she is sad that steve’s still hasn’t moved on from peggy?? and can you make it extra angsty?? sorry if this is too much hehe!! thanks btw :))

Hmmm maybe angst w/ Steve or Bucky where a misunderstanding/bad fight leads to the reader leaving the team?

“Damn it, Steve! Would you just listen? Where the hell are you even going?” your voice boomed around your small apartment as you breathed harshly, trying your best not to pull your hair out of frustration.

At first, it had all been just petty disagreements, you and Steve letting off some steam after the snap happened. You had thought it was normal at the time, a coping mechanism that needed to be flushed out of your systems never expecting that it would last for as long as it has. Five freakin’ years. By now, you would’ve thought you’d realize how lucky you were to still be alive, to still be together while others couldn’t say the same. And yet...

“Geez, Y/N. I am! For the past 30 minutes! And I’m telling you now what I’ve told you from the start, I am not ready! You gotta give me more time, doll.” He replied, his voice just a tad calmer than yours but you didn’t miss the tick in his jaw as he walked out of your shared room, shrugging into his jacket. You knew his anger was just brewing inside, ready to attack if you pushed just a little bit harder. After countless back-and-forths, this had become a routine between the two of you with Steve always taking the role of the aggrieved party, ending arguments with an exasperated sigh and a roll of his eyes before he walked away, deciding he had something better to do with his precious time than fight with you. While you, on the other hand, always found that more infuriating, making you impatient and mean, baiting and nagging him until you wouldn’t even recognize the shrill and whine to your own voice.

“And when would that even be? It’s been five years since the snap. When will—”

“Don’t you dare bring that up!” his voice rose, eyes glaring at you as he whirled around, his jaw clenched. “Don’t use that excuse on me, you know damned well I know it. Why do you think I chose to move on and be with you instead of helping Nat bring them all back, hmm?” He continued mockingly as if you were stupid enough not to understand.

This was it, what all your petty arguments had narrowed down into;

Despite what he said, he still wasn’t ready to settle down.

“But what the hell are we doing now, Steve? We’re not getting any younger! I want to have kids, a family, with you!” You knew you sounded pathetic, and desperate all at the same time but you couldn’t help but continue, the pretty picture already clouding your brain,

“Can’t you see it? Having children of our own, their drawings hung up on the walls, the dog you’ve been wanting to have since forever running around the house, family barbecues...” your voice trailed off, a lump forming in your throat, your eyes glazing over with unshed tears. It was all within your grasp, so easily reachable if only Steve agreed with you. If only he wanted it too. Anger bubbled up to the surface while he bristled, looking annoyed.

“We can have all of that, you know. What are you even waiting for? Will you ever be ready? Because it really feels like you won’t and I’m the only one who actually wants this,” You were unrelenting, thinking of Tony Stark’s family, how they had gone off the grid and had their own little piece of heaven. Crossing your arms, you knew you wouldn’t achieve anything by becoming a nag but your patience was already wearing thin.

“Jesus, Y/N! Why would you even say that? Of course I want a family with you! I’m just not ready for that yet! Just give me more time,”

Shaking your head, you let out a defeated sigh and looked away from him. You could hear him grabbing the keys from the counter, exhaling loudly before he went up to you and ran his hands down your arms soothingly, willing you to understand. When you didn’t budge, he just pleaded as he always had,

“I love you, you know I love you. But I need to get to this meeting, those people need me, Y/N. Could we please just talk about this later?” He moved his head lower to meet your eyes and even in your state of anger, you knew you couldn’t say no to that. He took your begrudged nod as an assent, kissing your forehead before he turned to leave. What else were you going to say anyway? He was going to lead a therapy session for people who had lost their loved ones. Guilt ate at you for keeping him here when he so desperately wanted to save the world. People needed him too, not just you. They hung on his every word. They needed their Captain America, their symbol of hope. While, here you were, acting like a child because he wouldn’t let you have your way.

Letting out another sigh, your gaze stuck to the floor, berating yourself at how selfish you’d become. You knew what you were getting into when you dated him. You had no illusions of being the center of his universe, it was always going to be the people. But still, it would’ve been nice to be put first for once. You hated the tandem feelings of jealousy and guilt that always crept up on you after your fights. You just wished he understood that while those people needed their hero, you needed your Steve too. But as time passed, it seemed like the man and the hero were indistinguishable and you’d been deluding yourself into thinking it could be different. You’d just have to accept that too because living without him wouldn’t even be an option.

He paused by the door, catching sight of your slumped shoulders. “Hey,” he said softly, striding back to you.

“You know I love you, right?” he stroked your cheeks and you couldn’t help the turn of your lips. Nodding slowly, you rolled your eyes at how easy you were for him.

“I know. I’m sorry,”

Ducking down to give you a quick peck on the lips, he reassured you again, “We’ll talk about this later, I promise,” then he gave you one last kiss to your forehead before he disappeared. But what once would’ve eased your worries did nothing to quell your nerves now. Your heart believed everything was alright but your gut said otherwise.

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He looked down at the worn, brassy compass in his palm, his mind years away from where he was, unaware that you were standing by the door. You watched his shoulders relax into a defeated sigh, his eyes never leaving her picture. You couldn’t remember when he ever looked at you like that, all the love and longing etched on his face. He brought his other hand up to caress the picture gently, as if he actually imagined she was with him, a small, sad smile forming on his lips. You felt the air knock right out of you while you scrambled out of there feeling as if you’ve intruded on an intimate moment. You couldn’t help the tears falling from your eyes while you convinced yourself it was nothing. He had just lost his best friends, she was a symbol of his past. He just missed that right?

You paced around the kitchen, your mind running back to the times you’ve caught him staring at Peggy’s picture. All those times you pretended you didn’t notice how frequently he had been doing it these past few years. His voice, an echo in your head,

“I’m not ready, just give me more time doll, please,”

Closing your eyes, you buried your face in your hands. Oh, it would be so easy, you thought. All you had to do was get into his mind and see for yourself. One little, fast trip into his thoughts and you’d get your answers. He’d be none the wiser, no one need ever know except you. And your dignity, and your pride and your principles. Ugh.

He trusted you, you promised never to use your powers on him and yet, that was all you could ever think about now. Did he think of her when he thought of the family he wanted? Was it her face he saw, walking down the aisle to him?

For the first time in your life, you hated your upbringing at the Xavier Institute. You hated the values and principles they instilled in you, the very reason you were adamant not to use your powers on the unwilling and unsuspecting for your own personal gain even though you were going crazy, craving for your own peace of mind. Deep down you knew, promise to Steve or no, you couldn’t go through with it.

You looked at the clock, thirty minutes to go before his meeting ended. Grabbing your coat from the rack, you impulsively decided to go to him, promising yourself you weren’t going to nag and argue with him but have a normal conversation like you used to. You haven’t had a date in a long while anyway. Maybe a little spark of romance was all you really needed.

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Your steps echoed on the linoleum floor, walking past the empty hall to follow the directions to the room where the meeting took place. Rubbing your palms together, you spotted the room. The fluorescent lights hanging above casting a lonely pallor to the already gray walls while the rain poured heavily outside. The gloom, an inevitable reminder of what the world has become. It seemed everywhere people went, there was always a reminder of what they’ve lost. Even on an otherwise unblemished sunny day, the vibrancy was not the same, people were scarce and it was quiet. Too quiet. Which was why you were so adamant to continue on living, in order to honor the lives of the people you’ve lost.

You could hear their faint voices outside the room. Your heart going out to those poor people who still held onto the past while you thanked your lucky stars you still had Steve.You fished for your earphones in your purse trying not to eavesdrop but his clear and deep voice interrupted you. Leaning against the wall opposite the door, you listened, a smile tugging on your lips while he commended the other person. He was always so good with words, always knew the right things to say and that never failed to make you proud. His words of encouragement lifted your spirits, making you stand a little taller, hope blossoming in the pit of your stomach. He talked about moving on, about finding purpose again.

“I went in the ice in ‘45 right after I met the love of my life,”

Your whole body went cold, the smile on your lips faltering, your hands suddenly gripping the edge of your blouse while his disheartened voice continued to try to reassure everyone including himself,

“I woke up 70 years later, you gotta move on. You gotta move on,”

With a hand to your lips, you ran, your rapid, staccato steps filling the hall barely even muffling the sobs you desperately tried to hide.

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Steve didn’t bother coming home straightaway after the meeting. He told himself it was because he needed to check up on Nat despite the fact that he could’ve easily just called, despite knowing you were all supposed to meet for dinner in a few days anyway. He took his time getting to the Avengers Compound, embracing the uncharacteristic quietness of the city, giving him the chance to be alone with his thoughts. If he were being honest with himself, he couldn’t shake off the guilt that settled at the pit of his stomach at the thought of Peggy. The love of his life. Apparently, anyway. He had no idea where that came from, never really thought of it until it slipped from his mouth. And did he really feel that way? Was she really the love of his life?

The thought of you came unbidden from his mind, your warm smile waking him up in the morning, your laughter setting the world to rights whenever he was feeling especially out of place. You’ve been through so much together, what you both had was real and it was beyond anything he could’ve imagined when he woke up from the ice and he knew he should take it a step further. He loves you, he is fully committed to you. There was nothing holding him back and yet… and yet, he still thought of her. He couldn’t help but think that if he had only stayed where he really was supposed to be, Peggy would’ve been the mother to his children, she would’ve been his wife. She would’ve been his life’s true love. But the very thought of that put a sour taste to his mouth, the truth was he could never picture his life without you. As much as he still dreamt of the past, how could it be the same if you weren’t there?

At first he thought falling in love with you was a balm to soothe his lost soul until he eventually realized you had crept up on him slowly but in a span of a heartbeat, wormed your way into his heart so suddenly he couldn’t even pinpoint the exact moment he knew he loved you. It was plain and simple, he knew it as he knew the sun rose in the east, he loved you. It was so unlike the way he fell for Peggy where all it took was one look and he was already drunk in love.

Was it possible then, to be in love with two women?

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You were already in bed when Steve got home, feigning tiredness from the day when your heart was really beating rapidly in your chest. How could you face him now knowing you were second best? You could hear him in the bathroom, oblivious to your inner turmoil. When he was done, he gave you a quick kiss goodnight and went to his side of the bed, his back to you. You turned to face the wide expanse of his shoulders and wondered where the hell do you go from here. Would you really be alright living in the shadow of his ex, one of the world’s most accomplished women, so extraordinary that Captain America couldn’t even move on from her? Could you really leave him if it came down to it?

A tear escaped the corner of your eye and you laid on your back, the darkness of the ceiling reflecting the heaviness in your heart. You must’ve stared at it for hours, wondering just how far away you were from the man right at your side. He was with you physically but his heart? You always knew deep down, it belonged to someone else. If he had a choice to go back, would he leave you? With the way things were going, you knew he would. In an instant. There was always a part of him that he closed off from you and ever since the snap, it only worsened. The fights, the distance, it all made sense now. Heck, even tonight, he didn’t even bother to ask how you were doing and accepted your lame excuse to get to bed early. It was the weekend, you literally had nothing to do the whole day and yet, it never even occurred to him that something could be wrong. For once, you were sorely tempted to use your powers on him. Hearing his even breathing as he slept didn’t make it any easier. It would be over before he knew it, what would be the harm in that?

As if on cue, he turned and faced you. His long lashes resting peacefully on his cheeks, his lips slightly parted, he looked like a man who didn’t carry the weight of the world on his shoulders. He looked younger, more like your Steve. The Steve you wished would let you in and give you the family you’ve always wanted.

“Just a quick little trip, no one would ever know. What would be the harm in that?” the little voice in the back of your head taunted.

What would be the harm in that?

With your resolve weakening, you jumped right into the abyss, entering the mind of the man of your dreams, hoping you were his too.

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The sun shone brightly through the open window, letting in the warm summer breeze while his favorite vinyl record played in the background.

Kiss me once, then kiss me twice

Then kiss me once again

It’s been a long long time

The air was crisp and the smell of pancakes and cinnamon wafted from the doorway of the kitchen into the living room of the small, suburban house. The yellow walls were adorned with children’s drawings with a few marker drawings on the wallpaper here and there. The faint sound of giggling could just be heard from where you stood by the stairs. Your children, you thought to yourself, a smile creeping up your lips. This was it. This was what you’ve been picturing too, what you’ve told him countless times over and over again. He dreamed of it too. You turned your attention to the living room, your heart giving a little leap at the mess. It looked like someone had tried to tidy up but gave up on the last minute, some toys still scattered about. You noticed the pet bed by the couch, and you couldn’t help but be excited and hopeful, it was everything you thought of down to a T. You went towards the paper and crayons on the low table between the couch and the fireplace, inspecting one of the children’s current drawings there. It was of a family, their hands holding each other while they smiled in front of the house, a little dog at their father’s side. At the bottom, a scribbly handwriting of a preschooler wrote; Mom, Sarah, James, Dad and directly below the dog, Sam. You laughed aloud at that, clutching the drawing, hoping you could keep it for yourself and willing it into existence.

“Come on, dance with me,”

You heard Steve’s playful voice coming from the kitchen. A woman’s laughter rang out, you could just imagine yourself shaking your head at him in response, but something about the woman’s laugh caught you in your tracks. A little too shrill, a little too melodic. You inched closer to the open door, your heart dropping to your stomach. There they were, the picture perfect couple. He twirled her around, her red dress hugging her curves so effortlessly, while she drew her head back and laughed. The dimples on her cheeks deepening, her curls staying in place even when Steve maneuvered her around. They looked so beautiful together, his golden locks and smitten smile never once leaving her face, he never looked so happy.

Not even when he was with you.

That realization hit you like a train. You couldn’t even remember the last time he looked at you the way he looked at Peggy now. When was the last time you danced? When was the last time you acted silly together? When was the last time you were both happy? That was what hurt the most. You couldn’t even remember. It felt like a weird sort of deja vu except now, it was an actual woman instead of a picture on a compass. You tried to gather your pride and step away but you couldn’t, you were rooted into place, a sadistic part of you welcomed the pain because you should’ve known.

“I went in the ice in ‘45 right after I met the love of my life,”

You should’ve known.

But instead, you choose to play the fool.

There must’ve been a shift in the air that only they understood because Steve gathered her in his arms now, their eyes locking into each other, gentle and longing.

You'll never know how many dreams

I dreamed about you

Or just how empty they all seemed without you

So kiss me once then kiss me twice

Then kiss me once again

It's been a long, long time

He rocked her back and forth, bringing her hand up to his chest, turning into action what words fail to describe. She closed her eyes and laid her head on his heart, savoring their moment. He leaned his head on hers too, a satisfied smile on both their faces as they continued to sway to the music. You had never felt as small as you did now. You felt like a thief, intruding on their moment, stealing his dream away. And that’s exactly what you were doing. That’s exactly what you are. You felt so dirty, a desperate, pathetic fly on the wall he couldn’t get rid of. And worst of all, you destroyed his trust too.

As if on cue, the colors started to change, the song distorting and shifting and in this moment you knew, you had to leave.

You have to leave.

Part Two

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