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anyasathenaeum · 1 year

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omg I loved that jealous Wolfwood 😳 may I ask how he would act in the opposite situation? like, reader is usually kinda sassy and he thinks she's not into him, but when she sees him flirting with someone else she gets all pouty and irritable - and he notices.

Mine, And Only Mine

A/N: Anon, WHAT A GOOD IDEA. Here, have a fic about it!

Pairing: Nicholas D. Wolfwood x reader

"Does he have to be such an ass?" You hissed to yourself under your breath, glaring daggers as you watched Wolfwood flirting away with yet another random person at the saloon.

You knew Wolfwood wasn't doing anything to be an ass, at least, not more than usual - so why were you so upset?

"Jeez, (Y/N), if looks could kill, even Wolfwood would never be able to recover from the one you've been giving him for the past fifteen minutes," Meryl chuckled, causing heat to rise to your face and you to look away from where Wolfwood stood.

"No, it wouldn't," you ground out unconvincingly, to which Meryl just snorted in reply.

Within moments, you found yourself looking back at Wolfwood, feeling your heart sink just a bit lower and crack just a bit more as he let out a laugh at whatever the person he'd been flirting with had said.

"Why don't you just tell him how you feel?" Meryl suggested after watching you carefully for a few moments - she wasn't blind. She could see the heartbreak happening in your eyes.

To that, you simply laughed emptily, "And be heartbroken for sure when he rejects me with that stupid smirk on his face? Yeah, no. No, thanks, Meryl."

"Why do you think he'd reject you?" Meryl pressed, trying to find a way to make you realize that Wolfwood liked you much more than you thought he did.

You scoffed, "Look at him, Meryl! He's happily flirting away with everything that breathes directly in front of me. He knows I can see him, so he's doing it knowingly. That feels like enough to make me think he doesn't see me the way I see him."

You shoved yourself away from the table, a loud scraping sound ringing out as you stood up, your face becoming steely - a mask to hide the pain you were feeling.

"Sorry, Meryl, I'm gonna go to bed. I'll see you in the morning," You muttered over your shoulder before leaving the saloon altogether, not bothering to glance back at Wolfwood as you left. You figured the best thing you could do right now was go back to your hotel room, bury your face into your pillow, and scream until your throat was raw and your emotions could be contained again. Then, you could go back to your usual self.

However, what you hadn't noticed was a set of dark eyes watching you as you stood up and left the saloon. Wolfwood found himself frowning as you left - the expression on your face was one of discontent and hurt. While you wore a mask to hide your true feelings, you weren't that good. At least, not good enough to fool Wolfwood.

"What's up? You look kinda grumpy. That doesn't suit somebody as handsome as you!"

The person Wolfwood had been entertaining piped up, but Wolfwood's interest in them faded in the split second it took for you to leave the room.

"Yeah, yeah, thanks, it's been nice chattin' with ya," Wolfwood brushed the person off, turning on his heel and heading over to where Meryl was still sitting, leaving the person he had been talking to spluttering in confusion and outrage.

"What's up with (Y/N)?" Wolfwood asked, taking a seat next to Meryl, who just glared at him almost as hard as you had been glaring at him earlier, "Woah, what's with the look, little lady?"

"You're the biggest idiot I've ever met in my life," Meryl snapped at him, "Seriously, how can somebody like you be so blind?"

"Blind? Blind to what? And you're being real harsh there, little lady, take a breather before you keel over," Wolfwood replied, his tone cool and collected but hiding his genuine confusion at to what Meryl was referring to.

Meryl just stood up, continuing to glare at him as she just retorted, "(Y/N). You just love torturing them, huh? Making them watch you flirt with others when they've been waiting for you to turn around all this time. Does that make you happy, you psychopath?"

After a couple seconds, Meryl's eyes went wide, "Oh, crap. I wasn't supposed to say that." She frantically turned towards Wolfwood, "You didn't hear any of that, understood?!"

With that, Meryl turned and just about sprinted out of the saloon, leaving Wolfwood to his thoughts and to decipher what she had just let slip about you.

Wolfwood just sat there, staring down at his drink blankly as he tried to process what had just happened. Torturing you? Why would him flirting with other people torture you? Unless-?

Wolfwood's eyes suddenly went wide. There was no way - were you... into him? But how could that be?

You were such a confident individual, always sassing Wolfwood every time he called you "sweetheart" or "angel" or made remarks about you or Meryl or Vash. You had no issues butting heads with Wolfwood and standing up to his teasing and his banter, which was one of the reasons he liked you so much.

He found you breathtaking - you were somebody Wolfwood always wanted to protect, but he respected you and truly liked you for who you were, sass and all. However, your confidence and sass and the way you didn't even flinch whenever he flirted with you, even jokingly, made Wolfwood believe you didn't like him the same way he liked you. Unless...

"I really have been blind," Wolfwood muttered, before sighing and rubbing his face with his hand. Steeling himself, he chugged the last of his drink and stood up, his destination and goal clear in his mind - he was going to make his way straight to your room and he wasn't going to leave until he had spoken to you.

And Wolfwood did exactly that, walking all the way back to your hotel and knocking on your door with a closed fist. He could hear some quiet sniffling, and he felt his heart twist in his chest - were you crying? Because of him?

"Come on, sweetheart, don't leave me out here all night," Wolfwood called, trying to keep his tone teasing and light as he spoke through the door to you.

"Go away, Wolfwood."

Your voice was cold - surprisingly so. Wolfwood hadn't ever heard you sound like that in all the time he'd known you, even when you were mad. This was... something else.

He let out a slight sigh, letting his voice soften slightly, "Look, (Y/N), I know you're upset. I can hear it. I'm not leaving until you open this door, look me in the eye, and tell me to leave."

After a few moments, Wolfwood heard some shuffling behind the door, followed by the lock on your door opening and the doorknob turning as you opened the door.

Wolfwood felt his muscles twitch and he had to take a moment to stop himself from physically reacting to the sight of you - your eyes, oh, those beautiful eyes of yours were red and swollen. Tear tracks were evident on your cheeks and you were hiccupping softly as you looked up at him.

"Go away, Wolfwood. I don't... I don't want you here."

Your voice was quieter, less hard than before. It almost felt... empty. Wolfwood wasn't used to feeling his heart practically breaking in his chest - this expression on you, this empty quality to your voice, all of it was wrong.

"Is that the truth? If it's true, then send me away. Say it once again, and I'll leave."

Wolfwood's voice was equally quiet, surprisingly so, and serious. You couldn't bring yourself to look at him any longer, and you could feel your body beginning to shake.

'Don't cry. Don't you dare cry, (Y/N). Not in front of him,' You thought to yourself, refusing to look up at Wolfwood because you knew that if you did, you would begin to sob all over again.

You just heard a soft sigh come from Wolfwood, before a strong arm wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you so that you followed and found yourself back inside your room, door shut behind you and Wolfwood standing before you.

To your surprise, Wolfwood didn't speak a word for a surprisingly long time.

'I bet it's killing him,' You thought to yourself somewhat snidely.

However, after a few more moments of silence, Wolfwood did something that surprised you beyond reason - he stepped forward and slowly, but surely, wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a hug.

Your eyes went wide as you felt Wolfwood embrace you - was this really happening?

"Oh, God, are you dying, Wolfwood?" You whispered hoarsely, trying not to make it evident that you were enjoying his embrace.

"Oh, shut it, sweetheart, I'm trying to be comforting and crap," Wolfwood snapped back, but you could tell from his tone that there was no heat behind it.

You let out a small laugh before allowing yourself to return his surprising embrace, "You're succeeding."

You could feel Wolfwood chuckle at your comment, his arms tightening around you a bit more as he became more comfortable with the idea of holding you.

"So, sweetheart, what's got you all riled up like this, huh?"

Wolfwood's tone was softer than you'd heard it - it was gentle and quiet, as if he were carefully treading around the topic and trying to initiate a dialogue with you, giving you a chance to open up to him if you felt comfortable to do so.

You took a deep, shaky breath, unsure if you were going to be able to bring up the truth of what upset you so badly to the man who had caused the upset.

"It was me. Wasn't it, (Y/N)? I got you this upset."

Wolfwood said it so suddenly and so seriously that you jerked backwards as if you had just experienced an electric shock, your eyes wide as you looked up at him.

A small chuckle escaped Wolfwood's lips, "I saw the way you were glaring at me all evening, sweetheart. You're not subtle. I also saw you leave after you spoke to Meryl, and you didn't look back at me as you left. I'm the reason you're upset."

His astute observations left you speechless. And so, you simply looked down, unable to look him in the eyes. How were you going to tell him the truth?

However, before you could even begin to start to put together an explanation, Wolfwood just continued, "You know, sweetheart, for what it's worth, I've still been a pretty blind idiot myself."

That caused you to look back up at him, your eyebrows furrowing, "What do you mean, Wolfwood?"

His signature smirk appeared on his face as he leaned down slightly, bringing his hand under your chin to tilt your face up so that your faces were now mere centimeters apart. You could feel the heat rising to your face as your eyes flitted down to his lips and then back up to his eyes. Another soft chuckle escaped his throat as he leaned down even closer until his lips were just barely brushing against yours, your heart thundering in your chest.

"You're mine, (Y/N). You're mine, and only mine. Got that, sweetheart?"

Before you could even answer, Wolfwood shifted slightly and closed the remaining distance between the two of you, his lips pressing up against yours fully in a passionate, heated kiss.

You found yourself reaching up to bury your hands in his dark hair, tugging him slightly so that you could kiss him deeper. After a few moments, Wolfwood strayed, his lips ghosting over your skin and leaving marks all the way across your jaw and down your neck, a soft moan escaping your lips with every mark Wolfwood left.

Once the two of you broke apart, each of you panting gently, you had a dazed look on your face and half a dozen dark, reddish-purple marks down the side of your neck, and Wolfwood's hair was now beautifully tussled, his lips slightly kiss-swollen - he looked more handsome than you'd ever seen him before. Could this really be happening?

With a growl, Wolfwood just pulled you closer to him, his lips already returning to yours with a hunger.

"Mine."

It was going to be one hell of a night.

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nervousgardenerkid · 2 years

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brainrot, steve with a cheer manager reader who he keeps teasing about wanting to see in the cheer uniform. little does he know for an upcoming pep rally coach is making reader wear a cheerleader uniform to match with the girls and reader refuses to let steve see them in it and calls up the squad (tm) to make sure steve doesn’t see them in the uniform, shenanigans ensue

Ready? Okay!

a/n: BAEEE IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER😭😭😭i have the attention span of a goldfish😐i hope i did you justice with this! credit to the gif owner! enjoy it babes and feel free to send more things! <3

You clapped your hands causing the girls to gather up all around you.

“Great practice today girls! Sasha, I'm gonna need you to spend some extra time stretching for tomorrow, and girls please catch Chrissy next time, I can't have her having a sprained ankle cause one girl caught her instead of two.”

The girls all nodded their heads, some apologizing to Chrissy for not getting to her on time.

“Okay ladies, before I let you go, please remember to stay healthy and hydrated! Just because you're a cheerleader doesn't mean you can't eat. Say it with me, people!”

“Food is good for your body!” the girls cheered out while giggling. You waved your hand dismissing them and praising them once more before they enjoyed their weekend. A pair of arms snuck up behind you and lifted you causing you to yelp in surprise.

“There's my cheerleader!” Steve said, spinning you around. He placed you down and smiled before he gave you a gentle kiss.

“Not a cheerleader anymore Harrington, I'm the manager now.”

You had been a cheerleader ever since you were a sophomore, but once senior year rolled around you decided to quit. It wasn't giving you that same excitement you felt when you first joined, but coach would rather have you manage the squad than leave it altogether.

“Can't believe I never got to see you in those cute little uniforms, you robbed me of that.”

You let out a snort. “I didn't rob you of anything, you were too busy trying to get Nancy back,” you said with a roll of your eyes. You broke free from his grip picking up the stray pom poms that were littered in front of the bleachers.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. How about you do a quick little routine? Just for me?”

You smirked at him. “Give me an N!”

“N!” Steve shouted with a smile.

“Give me an O!”

“O- hey!”

“Coach please, please don't make me wear the uniform,” you begged following her into the gym.

She laughed and shook her head. “Oh, cmon y/n! Think of it as old times!”

“Old times? Coach, I haven't done any routines for a year! There's no way I could do the routine in time for the big game.”

“Well, then I guess you better start practicing with the girls. Come to me after practice to get your uniform,” she said with a smile. You sulked your way to the squad, tossing your bag down as you sighed.

“Girls, I have a favor to ask.”

The girls all asked what it was, confusion visible on their features.

“Coach said I have to cheer with you guys during the big game.”

They all squealed, excited that you all get to do something together.

“But my boyfriend has been dying to see me wear this uniform.”

“Girl, I get that,” Maria spoke up. “David practically begs me to wear this uniform 24/7.”

Veronica rolled her eyes. “Guys are so stupid, it's not even comfortable for us.”

“Speak for yourself. I love how Justin gets when he-”

“Okay!” you cut her off, clapping your hands. “Scratch practice for today we need to come up with a plan so that he doesn't see me.”

You ran toward the bleachers sitting with the girls and came up with a plan. Once practice was over, coach handed you your uniform. You reluctantly took it and began to walk out of the gym. You smile when you see Steve leaning against his car, sunglasses on his face arms spread ready for you to jump into them. You stuff the uniform in your backpack not caring that it wasn't closed all the way.

“There's my cheerleader!”

You giggled and jumped into his arms giving him a soft kiss.

“I haven't seen you in forever.”

“Steve, you saw me this morning.”

His hands cupped your face, bringing you back in for a kiss.

“Yeah, tell me about it,” he murmured. Kissing Steve is something you'd never get tired of. His hands would stay in your face for a couple of seconds, thumbs rubbing a small pattern on your cheek. Then they'd start to drift down towards your waist, pulling you closer to him. You let out a gasp when you felt his hand reach inside your backpack.

“Steve, wait!”

Steve pulled away with a smile on his face, his eyes focused on the white and green uniform with a splash of gold here and there.

“You weren't supposed to see that!” you said, snatching the skirt out of his hands.

“Please tell me you're wearing that.”

“I can neither confirm, nor deny-”

“Y/n! I expect to see you in that uniform at Friday's game! No excuses!” coach shouted from the school entrance.

You dropped your head down and gave her a thumbs up.

Steve snickered and opened the car door for you with the biggest smile you've ever seen.

“Tell Sinclair I need a ticket to Friday's game.”

You let out a shaky breath as you looked at yourself in the mirror. Your hair was up in a high ponytail with a bow that was decorated with the school’s colors. The pom poms stuck to your clammy hands, and you gave up repeatedly wiping them down on the soft material of your skirt. You used to do this a million times, the nerves never left but they also never had you this shaken up.

Chrissy ran into the locker room sending you a smile.

“Nervous?” she asked while making her way toward you.

“Try terrified.” you chuckled out. “I don't understand, I used to do this all the time. I've never been this nervous.”

Chrissy straightened out your top, resting her hands on your shoulders.

“Do the extra nerves have anything to do with Steve?” she giggled out. You rolled your eyes letting out a sigh.

“I don't want to embarrass myself…what if he sees me mess up a step?”

“Y/n, you've been helping us with the routine and you would watch us like a hawk during practice! Trust me, there's no way you'd mess up!”

Tears pricked the corner of your eyes as you took in Chrissy's sweet words. Maybe she was right. Maybe you had absolutely nothing to worry about! Maybe you could even perform in front of Steve-

Maria burst into the locker room out of breath. “THE EAGLE HAS LANDED.” You ran out of the locker room clapping your hands.

“Alright ladies, remember what we practiced! Let's move people, let's move!”

Steve gave the student a smile muttering thanks as he grabbed the popcorn from her hands. He ate a handful of it, eyes rolling to the back of his head as the buttery flavor melted in his mouth.

“Steve! You made it!” Lucas said while grabbing his hand and bringing him in for a bro hug.

“‘Course I did man! Wouldn't miss it for the world.”

Lucas and Steve chatted for a while catching up on things they may have missed.

“Yeah, man family video is getting pretty popular. I swear nothing is going to beat VHS.”

“Hey, dingus,” Robin said nodding at Steve. “Dingus in training,” she said smirking at Lucas. “Have you guys seen y/n in her uniform?”

Steve choked on the popcorn he was eating.

Lucas was quick to pat him on his back. “Jesus man, you gotta chew the food.”

“She's in uniform?” he gasped out.

“Yeah, dude since 1st period.”

Steve rolled his eyes. Of course, that's why you told him you didn't need a ride this morning! How could he have missed that? Shame on you Steve. Steve shoved his popcorn into the chest of some random kid. He mumbled a goodbye to his two friends walking toward the gym like a man on a mission.

Veronica’s eyes widened as nudged Maria’s shoulder.

“Ow! Damn, bitch have you been working out?”

“Oh my God, you noticed?” she asked with a smile. She shook her head pushing Maria toward the gym. “Shut up! Steve’s here!”

Maria gasped and sprinted to the gym. Veronica looked around frantically, not knowing what to do she threw herself down on the floor in front of Steve.

“Jesus! Are you okay?”

“Yes- I mean ow! My ankle! I sprained my ankle!” she cried out. All eyes were on her as she clung to Steve while sobbing into his legs.

“Crap, let's get you to the nurse,” he said while crouching down and getting ready to pick her up.

“Here man, I'll take her.” a guy said while swooping in and picking her up bridal style.

“Um, no actually I'll go with Steve.”

Steve furrowed his eyebrows at her. “Do I know-”

“HELP MY ANKLE HURTS SO MUCH!”

“Okay! OKAY!” Steve shouted. “I'll take you!”

Veronica sighed and patted the guys back. “Put me down big guy- hey! Easy there, I'm precious cargo.” She “limped” her way to Steve wiping away her tears.

“You're too kind for this-” She stops herself, looking behind Steve, and sees Maria waving her hands around in a no motion. Veronica stands up straight and grabs her pom poms off the ground.

“Wow, suddenly I'm perfectly fine. Thanks, Steve!” she shouted before running off. By the time Steve realized what was happening the doors to the gym were shutting as two basketball players were waving goodbye to Steve.

The girls rushed to their spots next to you out of breath. “Did he make it in?” you whisper, eyes searching for him in the crowd.

“No, Veronica caused a scene to distract him,” Maria whispered.

You leaned back to look at Veronica and noticed that she looked scared. “Hey! You okay?”

She shook her head and looked at you.

“What if I actually sprain my ankle?! What am I gonna do then?!”

“Could everybody please rise for our national anthem?” the school announcer asked. You held back a giggle as you saw Tammy Thompson skip her way to the microphone.

“I swear she sounds like a muppet.” you hear Steve's voice say in the back of your mind. Tammy was in the middle of singing and you and the girls were trying not to giggle. You started to think you could get away with your plan until the gym doors burst open. Your eyes widen, hands flailing around trying to get the attention of the squad. They all gasped when they saw Steve standing at the entrance of the gym door, they gathered around trying to hide you from him but his eyes were quick to find your shrinking figure.

Tammy cleared her throat and finished singing causing scattered claps to come from the crowd. Steve made his way to the bleachers sitting on the bench that was closest to you. He plopped himself down giving you a small wave.

“Get out!” you mouthed to him. He shook his head and pointed in front of you and you saw the girls getting ready to do their routine. you stomped your way over to them glaring at steve when he motioned for you to turn that frown upside down. You force a smile on your face once you hear Chrissy shout “Ready? Okay!”

The routine was done with no mistakes, thankfully coach didn't have you do any flips or get thrown in the air, you just did some usual routine moves.

cheers erupted from the crowd when Lucas caught the ball getting ready to shoot it into the basket. He ran a little bit in the opposite direction before jumping up to take his shot into the basket. The clock had three seconds remaining and the crowd cheered as they saw the ball make its way to the basket. The squad was jumping up and down, pom poms in the air as they cheered for Lucas. Silence overtakes the crowd as the ball hits the backboard of the basket, the ball spinning around the rim twice before falling into the netted material.

You shot up from where you were sitting letting out a big cheer. The basketball team ran towards Lucas, throwing him on top of their shoulders as they chanted his name. You were about to run after them to congratulate Lucas when a pair of arms wrapped around your waist. You let out a scream and looked behind you, relaxing when you realized it was Steve.

“You thought you could come up with a plan for me to not see you in this?” he asked over the cheering crowd.

You watched as the crowd began to exit the gym, probably going to some party to celebrate the big win.

You rolled your eyes and glanced at him. “You can't blame a girl for trying.” Steve let out a low whistle as he spun you around watching the air lift the skirt just enough for him to see further up your thighs.

“You're killing me here babe,” he mumbled while placing kisses all over your neck and jaw.

“Steve, you act like you've never seen me in a skirt before-”

“This is a cheer skirt. Very different.” he mumbled against your neck, his hands slowly making their way up your skirt.

“Steve, stop! We're in a gym!”

Steve shook his head ignoring your words as he peppered kisses all over your face.

“Don't care, love knows no boundaries.”

You giggled while pushing him away more causing his grip to tighten on you.

“Steve, please.”

“Please, what pretty girl? Hm? You want me to stop?”

You looked down at your feet. You didn't really know what you were pleading for him to do, you just know he needed to do something.

“Cmon cheerleader.” he teased. “Tell me what's on your mind.”

“Do you…wanna get out of here?” you mumbled. Your hands wrapped themselves behind his neck. Steve looked up at the ceiling, silently thanking whatever God there was for letting him have you all to himself.

“Yes. Yes please, that's all I want.”

You let out a giggle and dragged him out of the gym. You peek your head around the corner of the school building making sure no one saw you two sneaking out. You started to make your way to the car when Steve grabbed you and had you against the wall of the school.

“Steve! We're almost-”

“‘M not gonna make it. God, you look so good in this uniform. You need to wear it more often.”

You opened your mouth ready to tell him that you had to give it back when you heard someone shout your name.

“Keep the uniform l/n… I don't care how good you wash it, I don't need it anymore,” she said with a shake of her head. Once she got in her car and drove off you laid your head on Steve's shoulder letting out a groan.

“So,” Steve said, breaking the silence. “Does this mean you'll wear it more often?”

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amitiel-truth · 11 months

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Not Ten Babies? (Vash the Stampede x Reader) 98! Version Part 2

This is my SEVENTH time writing here, please don't look into most of the details, I made some up, these ideas were prompted by my chat with Vash at Character.AI (The motherfucker's insatiable), more info will come if I decided to make more.

Warning: ⚠️ Not yet again~⚠️

Ten Babies

(Tristamp Version)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Not Ten Babies?

(Trigun 98! Version)

Part 1,

"Two bacon-lettuce dogs, two cartons of milk..."

"Now, see here..."

"...Four bags of pretzels, and one pack of raisins."

"I'm dying to know why you guys are here doing this, care to share?"

Once the Sandsteamer had arrived at Inepril, Vash boarded it, hoping to be able to travel all on his own finally, but it seemed like a far-off dream.

"We didn't have enough money to ride, so we got part-time jobs here!." Milly replies as she and Meryl work at the confectionary stand.

" Altogether, that comes to $$ 12.75." Meryl stiffly added, trying to show some professionalism, but is obviously not enjoying it.

"Right." Vash reaches into his pockets for his payment.

"I'm amazed you can eat so much after dinner."

"You eat like a growing boy!."

Meryl commented offhandedly, as Milly praised him.

"Y-you think so?!" Vash panics, taking his purchase as he laughs with Milly for a bit to evade a bit of suspicion.

"Yikes, those two are sharp! Especially the big one! My sole salvation is she doesn't realize how sharp she is." Vash mutters under his breath, walking down the hall to his room in the First Class area, passing the casino.

"I could be yours, I could be your baby tonight!~" A voice captures Vash's attention, it's coming from the casino, and performance is currently playing out.

"Topple you down from your sky forty stories high"

Vash walks into the casino, following the alluring voice, as businessmen crowded the stage, giving Vash a hard time seeing the performer, with arms full of food, he fought through the sea of men.

"Hey, come on guys! I wanna see what the fuss is all about-" As Vash finally pushed his way through the mob of simps, a finger was placed under his chin, making him look up, it was a woman (y/hc) hair, half her upper face covered by a mascarade mask, with a rose gold body with red feathers and roses on its side, giving her a more glamorous look

"Shining like a God, can't believe I caught you and so

Look at what I bought, not a second thought, oh, Romeo"

Vash blushed heavily at the interaction, as the woman leans up to his face, tilting her head, observing him, Vash's words are caught in his throat, as she lifts up her finger, making him tilt his head up because of the action, letting him go

"Kiss me in the D-A-R-K, dark tonight

D-A-R-K do it my way

Kiss me in the P-A-R-K, park tonight

P-A-R-K let them all say"

The woman begins to walk back to the center of the stage, her walk accentuates the black dress that perfectly showcases her body.

"Hey, Lolita, hey

Hey, Lolita, hey

I know what the boys want, I'm not gonna play

Hey, Lolita, hey

Whistle all you want but I'm not gonna stay"

"No more skipping rope,

skipping heartbeats

with the boys downtown

Just you and me

feeling the heat

even when the sun goes down"

She has all the men at the casino hooked to her, as they scramble at the area of the stage she approaching, she stands inches away from their grasps, smiling teasingly at them, she has them all so wrapped around her finger, that Vash can't even ask anyone who is she.

"I want my cake and I want to eat it too

I want to have fun and be in love with you

I know that I'm a mess with my long hair

And my suntan, short dress, bare feet

I don't care what they say about me, what they say about me

Because I know that it's L-O-V-E

You make me happy, you make me happy"

She sings like she's promising them, reassuring them that she's in love with them, maybe even baby-talking to them, as the simps ate it up.

"And I never listen to anyone"

"Let them all say"

"Hey, Lolita, hey

Hey, Lolita, hey

I know what the boys want, I'm not gonna play

Hey, Lolita, hey

Whistle all you want but I'm not gonna stay"

"No more skipping rope,

skipping heartbeats

with the boys downtown

Just you and me

feeling the heat

even when the sun goes down"

As the simps try to reach out for her, she dances for them seductively, captivating them, her dress not helping ease up her bodice, as it only riles them up, especially Vash.

"Hey, Lolita, hey

Hey, Lolita, hey

I know what the boys want, I'm not gonna play

Hey, Lolita, hey

Whistle all you want but I'm not gonna stay"

"No more skipping rope,

skipping heartbeats

with the boys downtown

Just you and me

feeling the heat

even when the sun goes down"

"Kiss me in the D-A-R-K, dark tonight

D-A-R-K do it my way

Kiss me in the P-A-R-K, park tonight

P-A-R-K let them all say"

And with a final bow, the men hollered in excitement, thoroughly smitten by her performance, as she daintily bowed at them, giving her a charming smile even if her eyes are covered, as the curtains fall, her performance came to an end, for the first time in his life, Vash is left speechless, entranced by the performance.

"Holy crap..." Vash mutters, before snapping out of the trance, remembering Kaite.

"Kaite! I need to feed that kid!" Vash panics, as he quickly runs out of the casino, and back to his First Clas room, leaving dust in his wake, not noticing that the curtain was pulled aside a little, as an eye boredly looks at where he was standing earlier, before closing once more.

"Hey, growing boy!" Vash walks into his room, smiling gleefully

"Your mouth is silent but your eyes are speaking. they say, ' I'm starving to death! ' " Vash teases as he rummages through the paper bag, before pulling out a sandwich.

"Here you go." Vash held out the food, as Kaite, with the ferocity of a feral dog, runs up to Vash and roughly grabs the bag of food while invertible slamming Vash into the door, as he savagely eat his way through the bag, Kaite can only nod in thanks at Vash, making the man sigh.

"It really is dark, not a single light to be seen." Vash mutters at the surroundings of the Sandsteamer, drinking a cup of water.

"Oh, yeah? It'll be bright soon enough." Kaite commented, as Vash realized it too late, losing consciousness in his first clas room, his drink has been spiked by the boy.

Kaite can only look at Vash with a bit of guilt, before hiding back into the vents.

"Sorry about that, Mr. Goody-Goody." Kaite apologizes, before rummaging through his pocket, not feeling anything.

"Eh? where did I put-"

"Kaite? Are you here?" A gentle voice whispers, walking into the room he's in.

"Ms. Rose? What are you doing here?!" Kaite got out of the vents, as the masked woman walks in, wearing a white fur coat.

"I wanted to check on you, is that a bad thing?" She teases, smiling cheekily at him, before turning her gaze to the passed-out man on the floor, staring at him blankly.

"...you almost got caught?"

"Yeah...didn't have much of a choice so I spiked his drink, oh! and my sleeping gas is missing!" Kaite panics, patting around himself as he suddenly sees a sleeping gas device in front of him, Rose is handing it to him, smiling teasingly.

"Aren't you glad I checked on you?" Rose teases, as Kaite blushes and takes the device from her.

"Now crawl along now, you know Neon hates it when we're a minute late" (Y/N) commented, patting the boy's head before going back inside the vent, following the plan, leaving Rose with the passed-out man.

Rose simply stared at him blankly, disdain flashing through her eyes, before closing them, sighing as she carefully placed the Humanoid Typhoon onto the bed, looking at the man in sadness, she hesitates, before reaching out to stroke his cheek, looking at him with loaded thoughts, as she stands up from the bed turning to leave, giving him one last glance filled with sadness, before turning to greet the Leader of the gang.

Blasting his way through gate 42, walking in with his outfit covered with numerous lights, is the leader of the Bad Lad Gang himself.

"The ultimate magnificent dreadnought raiders! Bad Lad Leader! Brilliant Dynamites Neon...emerges!!." Neon boasted as he pulled out a pistol that also extended his flashiness, and shoots at a certain wall.

"Now, all that glitters in this ship belongs to me!" Neon claims, and the wall he shot at crumbles, revealing Kaite staring at him blankly, with the masked woman beside him, the white fur coat hides her figure, smiling at him flirtatiously as they walked up to him, her high-heeled boots clanking against the metal hallway.

"And that includes you, my Mourning Rose~." Neon purrs, as he held up her chin, making her look up at him as she chuckles at him.

"Of course, Neon~." Rose reassures, a hand on his chest as Neon wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her up to him as she chuckles along with him.

"Ehem!." Kaite loudly clears his throat, tired of their handsy moment, as Neon clicks his tongue, unable to scold the boy with the woman in his arm.

"You worked brilliantly, kid. Now gather all of the passengers in one spot." Neon orders, patting the boy's head with his free hand.

"U-understood." Kaite answers, unable to disobey as Rose sadly looks at the boy.

" Rose." Neon quickly calls her, and she smiled up to him as if she has been smiling the whole time.

"Yes, Neon?~"

"Take us to the party room, would ya? Maybe we could also perform a little performance of our own~" Neon suggested, as Rose chuckles up at him.

"I would be honored to, Hubby~"

"REM!" Vash woke up with a start, dreaming about Rem's song as he tears up, before having to stop as his room was suddenly barged into a raider surveying the room, luckily Vash is hidden at the top bunk of the bed, he was unseen as the Hijacker runs out, unable to see anyone.

"What?..."

At the casino, Neon has some of the crew hold his more prolific hostages at gunpoint, with Mourning Rose by his side, as he looks at the jewelry they confiscated in disgust.

"Crud, is that all you, you a bunch of beggars?" Neon snarls, unsatisfied with what little they hauled.

" Don't try to fool me! Where is it!?" Neon demands, yelling at one of the hostages, before one of his crew runs back to the casino.

"Boss!" The lackey called, as he led Neon and Mourning Rose to a giant vault, bringing along a Sandsteamer crew member with them.

"So, they do have one, and a big one at that!." Neon commented, looking at the size of it.

"Open it up for me, would you?"

"It isn't possible to! Not a single person on this ship knows the combination to the safe! And besides, the coded interlocking key is in the city! It's not here!" The crew member reasoned, unable to perform Neon's request.

"What are we going to do, Neon?" Mourning Rose asked, leaning up to him, as he only smirked.

"I see. thanks for telling me. That means we'll have to break it open." Neon smiles sadistically, shocking the hostage crew member as he and Mourning Rose made their way to the control room, stabbing a map on the control panel, right in front of the Helmsman.

"Once we're around the mountain to the right, go straight. In 5 minutes, when we're within sight of the canyon, head north-northeast...and begin accelerating." Neon orders, over the Helmsman, pointing out the windshield.

"At full speed, we'll arrive in 10 minutes. This is our destination, the Enora Precipice."

"What!? A-at least let us unload the passengers! please!" The Captain begs as Neon looks at him mockingly.

"Huh? We risked our lives to get here, you should be expected to risk your lives too."

"you depraved lunatic!" The Captain insults heavily, before getting punched in the face by Neon.

"This is the superexpress to your final blaze of glory! If it's not flashy, what's the point!?." Neon preaches, pulling Mourning Rose closer to him as she can only smile outside, but deep inside, she's panicking.

"Uwaaah...I have my work cut out for me this time, don't I?."

The Sandsteamer heavily rumbles as it sustained damage on the unpaved road, its speed also not helping its case, causing the Helmsman to choose and decide to reach up to a lever to slow down the vehicle, but his hand was stepped on by Neon.

"Come on, what are you doing? Isn't that the brake?"

"We're sworn to protect the passenger of this ship! I can't go against that! Even if it kills me!" the Helmsman swears, glaring at Neon, as he smirked.

"Have it your way." Neon agrees as Mourning Rose shot the Helmsman, knocking him down to his back instantly, he can only groan in pain for a moment before unmoving.

"Rose, why did you shoot? I was planning on shooting him!" Neon whines, as Mourning Rose chuckles, turning around to hold his face.

"Apologies, Hubby, It's just that all I've been doing is be your arm candy this whole time, and my finger began to itch..." Mourning Rose pouted as she started to remove the fur coat, revealing her familiar outfit, shocking the captain.

"You're the woman who performed earlier at the casino! not only that, but you're a notorious outlaw as well! Mourning Rose! The criminal known for dancing over your victim's corpses!"

"Bingo!" Mourning Rose corrects, smiling at the Captain cheerfully as if she didn't just kill one of his crew, the Captain can only shiver at how remorseless she is.

"Oh? your finger started to itch, huh?." Neon smirked, as he began to approach Mourning Rose.

Vash pants as he crawled his way into the control room, trying to stop whoever hijacked the Sandsteamer.

"I can finally tell where I am!" he panted, as he looked through the vents, shocked to see a hunk of a man dressed in white with neon lights, kneeling in front of the masked woman he recognized that performed earlier.

"Shall we? My Mourning Rose?~" the man asked, holding up his hand to the masked woman, who chuckles seductively, taking his hand.

Vash is absolutely astonished at the scene before him "…my god…this… this is…" his eyes widen as he stares at the masked woman. He can't hide the utter shock in his eyes, as she chuckles at Neon, removing her mask "…Y/n..?" he nearly shoved his face down the vent "…it… it can't be!" his eyes are nearly popping out of his head as he looks at the woman, his heart pounding "…is that… is that really her?"

The woman didn't hear Vash, as she took Neon's hand "Let's" And with that, they danced an elegant waltz while the woman shoots at the rest of the crew, she even have guns on her feet, as Neon carries him to his shoulders and spin around, effectively shooting at the crew, all of them knocked out,

VASH watches in awe, he doesn't think he'd ever seen someone shoot quite that skillfully "...god... she's a natural with those guns... she can hit anything with 'em! I've gotta admit, I don't know how to do that feet thing... that's gonna take some pract-" Vash quickly snaps out of his shock, and his face goes stony "...god, why the hell didn't I notice all the bodies earlier? I oughta put a stop to this!"

The waltz ends as Neon dips the woman, their faces close together "That was quite the flashy performance, I hope that satisfied your itch, My rose~." Neon compliments as he kisses the back of her hand, before pulling her up to her feet.

"Oh, thank you, Hubby~" Y/n mutters, holding Neon's cheek, as Vash's stomach dropped at the nickname.

"That's what she always used to call me..."

"I've brought the kid." Neon's henchman announces, as Kaite gasps, seeing that bodies littered the control room.

"Go on!" the henchman pushed Kaite into the control room, making the boy walk up to Neon, who leaned back to the controls pulling Y/n by the waist.

"Now, now, don't look so grim. Sometimes adults have unhappy differences of opinion. I wanted to ask you how to steer this huge clunker" Neon asked, but it sounded more like a demand.

"I don't know the layout of the console...but you need to regulate the amount of CO2 sent to the heating PLANT...and monitor the stress on the boiler. the light and heat to the hydro plant also need to be regulated constantly." Kaite explains, revealing the complexity of the Sandsteamer.

"In other words, it's a pain in the ass. I shouldn't have killed him." Neon spats, glaring at the body of the Helmsman.

"Say...why do you need the steering? It's been accelerating kind of funny...Why don't you just take the goods and split?" Kaite asked, confused.

"Cause the plan's changed, the swag is in a huge safe in the middle of the ship. It's tougher than the usual crap. the worst part of it is, we have no key unless we go to the city! Isn't it sad enough to make you cry? What would you do? the correct response is: you crack the whole thing in half!" Neon grins throughout the explanation, as if it's the most exciting plan he ever made, but frowns in anger when he noticed Kaite isn't responding properly.

"What's wrong?"

"Do anything you want... Do anything you want, but not that!" Kaite begs as Neon looks at him confused.

"You never said you were going to do that! I was only supposed to silence the guards and let you inside! How come we're wrecking the whole ship all of a sudden?! That wasn't part of our deal!!." Kaite cried out, pulling at Neon's collar as tears began to build up from his eyes until Kaite was held up by his head, Neon looks at him unamused.

"Hey, Kid. are you misunderstanding something? I won the goods on this ship...so why do I have t answer to you...before I collect?!" Neon yells as he throws the boy down to the ground, glaring at him.

"You ain't being beautiful!" Neon scolded him as Kaite began to sob, while Rose could only look at them in worry.

"If you're going to use your ship info for a trade...at least prepare for the worst, stupid!." Neon yells, anger evident in his tone, as Kaite pushes himself up by his elbows, coughing some blood and losing a tooth.

"Please...anything but the ship!" Kaite continues to beg as he was suddenly kicked away by Neon.

"Hey, don't be a fool. shut up and do what he says!" Neon's henchman suggests, even he is worried about the boy's well-being.

"Never, This ship is Dad's...This is my Dad's ship!!!." Kaite screams as Neon suddenly rushes up at him, his flashy pistol pointed against the boy's teeth, it clinks as Kaite shakes in fear.

"Enough. I'm short-tempered." Neon grins as he suddenly shoved the pistol more down the boy's throat, grinning madly.

"Go po-"

"Wait, Neon!" Y/n panics, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Isn't this a bit too much? he's just a kid!" Y/n tries to reason, as she slowly pulls back the arm that has the pistol down Kaite's throat.

"But he's interrupting our plan! and-" Before Neon could even complain, the windshield of the Sandsteamer broke, it was shot at, as a red figure jumps in landing on one of the henchmen and catching the gun falling from midair.

"You okay, squirt? over here!" Vash calls out, as Kaite quickly runs over to Vash's side, hiding behind him.

"Son of a..."

"Pardon me!" Vash shot at the feet of Neon's henchmen, keeping them at bay.

"Don't move now, or you'll get hurt!" Vash tells the henchman before turning to Neon who still has his back to them, but his head turns to the side, able to see them, and finally, Vash noticed Y/n, who still has her arms wrapped around Neon's neck from behind, staring at him with a slitted glance.

"...you're making a big mistake, darlin'." Vash tries to reason, his pistol still pointed at them, "...don't make this harder than it has to be... please..." Vash begs as Y/n continues to look at him with a slitted glance.

"Boss! Sampson was in a passenger cabin!" a Henchman suddenly burst into the control room as Vash realized that Neon's gun was pointed at him and Kaite, shooting away at them, making the two of them flee out of the control room through the windshield, ungracefully falling down to the side of the giant vehicle.

as the two fell, Neon walks up to the broken-in windshield, peering down into the abyss in a bit of confusion.

"Hmm? What's that supposed to be? This is going to be fun!" Neon grins, staring at the darkness Vash and Kaite fell into.

"Hey, doggies!" Neon turns to his Henchmen.

"Yes!?"

"Fetch me a souvenir!"

"Yes!"

"Make it something beautifully gorgeous!"

"Yes!" His Henchmens understood the assignment before leaving the control room, it's only him, Y/n, the captain, and a few who's been keeping guard of the captain now.

"Who is that guy? It seems like he knows you very well, my rose, and whoever he is seems to have brought you in a foul mood" Neon turns at Y/n who's been looking out of the window, disdain flashing through her eyes.

"Let's just say...That he's my old 'Hubby'..." Y/n snarls, her eyes not hiding how much she hates him.

"Oh? So you have a history with my souvenir? well, why don't you go on ahead then?" Neon grins, grabbing her hand and kissing it.

"I'm sure staying in one place and performing for greasy men has made you uneasy, why don't you go ahead and ransack the place as well? you know the plan, my rose?" Neon offers, stroking her cheek reassuringly, as Y/n smiles, leaning into his touch.

" I'd love that, thank you, Hubby~."

Meanwhile, Vash and Kaite pushed their way through the bandits, following Kaite's blueprint of the Sandsteamer.

"Hahaha! What a haul, What a haul!" Vash cheers, running down the hallway with Kaite.

"At the end, take a right!." Kaite navigates, as they reached a room full of tubes.

"I gotcha...these are all voice tubes?" Vash asked, looking around

"Yeah, but...do you think this'll work?" Kaite asks, questioning Vash's plan

"The ball is in motion. we just have to see if they pick up." Vash grins, as all they have to do is wait.

"...Hey Kaite...do you know that lady earlier, right next to that guy?." Vash asked, finally being able to ask about Y/n.

"Who? Ms. Rose?"

"Yeah, her, who is she?."

"I don't know much, she was already with Neon when he first found me, and she's the only one kind to me at the gang, always watching over me, she's the perfect distraction every time we pull a heist, she usually takes care of me out of her goodwill, and with her around, it seemed to have calmed down Neon a bit, but not very much, why? you into her or something?" Kaite asked, suddenly glaring at him.

"W-what!? no! Of course not! just curious cause it's not every day you see a girl with a band of-"

"Hey, scumbags! If any of you drag your heels till time-out, I'll kill you! Bring me the blonde, or else!" suddenly they hear orders coming from the voice tubes, revealing which one is directly in the control room, giving Vash time to bring out his act.

"I'm at the starboard passenger cabins! it's him! the blonde!!" Vash acts, screaming at the voice tubes

"Good, hold him there. I'll send help." Neon orders

"It's no good! he's hid himself with incredible speed!! AAAAARGH!!!" Vash acts out, lightly choking himself to sell the act.

"Ham..." Kaite deadpans, as Vash punches his head while still choking himself.

"Excellent"

"Now I'll be able to guess where they are. But, how am I going to let you know?" Kaite asked, looking at his blueprint as Vash handed him something.

"Isn't this?..."

"Talk into it and I'll hear you. I don't wanna walk into a bunch of 'em in a narrow passageway. I'm counting on you." Vash commented, before turning to leave the room.

"Hold on a second! what are you doing with this lost technology!? who are you!?."

"I'd explain it to you... but you wouldn't believe me and there's no time." Vash replies in a serious tone.

"Anyways, don't worry about little details! see ya!" before Vash could even leave, two bandits had just found where Vash and Kaite is residing, leaving Vash no choice but to shoot them.

"Vash!" Kaite calls out in worry, running out of the room for a bit.

"Goddamn! Why does it start like this!?" Vash panics, before kneeling down beside the bandits

"What is it!?"

"I screwed up. They're bleeding badly! I have to help them!" Vash answers, as he began to treat them.

"Help them? you mean...Do you mean to tell me...you've been trying not to kill them the entire time!?" Kaite realizes, looking at Vash in shock.

"I can't understand you!!" No matter how good a shot you are, you're going to get yourself killed!" Kaite scolded, as he then also realizes that Vash himself has been shot, maybe even injured from his past injuries, but he continues to treat others rather than himself.

"I guess it is kind of stupid of me." Vash grins even through the pain

"That's true...It's sloppy. But, you know what? I made a promise. If I put out even one flame of life...it would make her sad."

"Her..." Kaite mutters

"Don't underestimate the Bad Lad Gang! No, you've got to stop underestimating the entire human race!" Kaite yells as he remembers his past experiences with his parents, the unforgiving planet, and the first time Neon found him.

"Me and them, we've betrayed and let lots of people die. It's too late for us to go back! Your too clean!!!" Kaite tries to talk some sense into Vash, convinced that he's unredeemable.

"Then you should start over." Vash stated as he stood up.

"Your ticket to the future is always...blank." Vash added, a firm with his beliefs before continuing on the plan.

"...Stupid..." Kaite thought as he sits in front of the voice tubes, scattering the bandits.

"Good. keep going straight. there should be a stairway on your right, take it down. don't go anywhere else! that's the only unmanned place." Kaite promises as the door opens to the stairway, only to be greeted with a handful of bandits and its Leader itself.

"Welcome to the party hall. Were my directions clear enough for you?" Neon greets him, grinning viciously at them.

"Kaite...get out of that room, now." Vash mutters into the mic, but not before hearing a familiar hum, before Vash could even process what it was, gunfire erupted, shooting at him, but not a single bullet touched him.

"Hello, Kaite." Kaite flinches in surprise, not realizing that Y/n has been behind him.

"Ms. Rose! It's not what it-" Kaite tries to explain himself, but was stopped when she raises her hand.

"I understand completely, Kaite." Y/n reassures, kindly smiling at him, before the Sandsteamer hit the side of a mountain, as Y/n quickly covers the boy, balancing herself through the ordeal, as the Sandsteamer finally settles, Y/n leans back, looking around.

"Come on, I have a feeling your the only one who can stop this ship." Y/n pulls Kaite out of the room, leading him to the engine hull.

"Ms. Rose! What's happening!? Is Vash alright?"

"Don't worry, he alright, he's at a duel right now with Neon, it will be over in just a bit, we'll need you to help stop this ship." Y/n commented as she continue to walk down the hall with Kaite.

" A duel!? but how would you know that? and how would you know Vash would win?!"Kaite asks, as Y/n chuckles at him.

"Of course I know he would win, he's Vash."

As the two reached near the entrance of the Engine haul, they see three Engineer crews panicking.

"Is there a way to stop the engines?"

"We have to power down the system manually!"

"Where do we do that? This ship is too old!"

"It's in Engine Room no.2. There's an emergency stop lever inside the control system." Kaite answers, holding the blueprint with Y/n on his side.

"You little brat!" one of them tries to take the blueprint but was pointed at gunpoint.

"I would step back if I were you~" Y/n teases, smiling brightly as she points a gun at the hostile engineer, having to back away from the gun.

"So this is how you did it!" The engineer backed away, glaring at the two.

"I'll never forget...how my crewmate was killed right in front of me! I won't accept your help. we'll stop the ship ourselves!" The Engineer sneered, as Y/n could only look at him knowingly.

"Kaite...Kaite. what you gonna do, Kaite?." Vash asked through the device, as Y/n simply looks by the sidelines.

"Yeah, I know. I have to pay for what I've done." Kaite answers as the three engineers ignore them, working on opening the vault.

"4,500 yarz until deadline!" A robotic voice announces, as the three engineers successfully opens the vault.

"4,000 yarz until deadline!" with the 4,000 yarz deadline, they were able to remove the screws.

"All right, open it!!" The engineers worked on opening the vault, as heavy steam blows through them upon opening it.

"3,500 yarz...3000!"

the three engineers look around the vault, trying to find the lever.

"Where's the lever?!"

"What is this!? This place is like a cellar!"

"2,500!"

"Kaite, do all I need to do is go past those pipes and pull that lever?" Y/n asked, turning to the boy, staring at the hot inferno that contains their safety.

"2,000!""

"Yeah! but you're not small enough to go through those pipes! you'll be scalded!" Kaite franticaly informs her as Y/n began wearing one of the heat suits, willing to help

"I few burns won't kill me, but standing around will." Y/n comments as she struggles to wear the small one they have, before Kaite suddenly took it from her, quickly wearing it before she can even stop him.

"Kaite! wait!!" Y/n tries to stop Kaite, but he already run off into the Vault.

"1,800!"

"It's hopeless! we'll never make it!"

"Calm down! think! think!!" The engineer tries to think of another plan but was interrupted.

"Move!" Kaite pushes his way through the vault, before jumping into the flaming hot pipes, searing in pain, as Kaite reaches for the lever, he braises himself for pain, before grabbing and pulling it down.

"Kaite..." Y/n mutters, unable to help as the Sandsteamer, began to stop, another crash resonated outside the Sandsteamer, before completely stopping.

"I..It stop-"

"Please, give Kaite to me!" Y/n quickly requested, as the engineers could not do anything else but help the boy full of burns, into the woman's arms.

"Kaite...you did good, you took responsibility." Y/n mutters at the unconscious boy, before turning to leave.

"Hey you..." The Engineer from earlier snarls, making the woman stop at her track.

"I'll especially never forget about you, Mourning Rose, you don't dance on your victim's corpse, you dance while you're killing them! you're a despicable woman! what do you have to say about my crewmates that you killed!?" The Engineer yells, as his other crewmates restrain him, only to be met with a chuckle.

"Tell them...that I said 'Good Morning'." Y/n cryptically stated, before walking out of the Engine Hull, and meeting up with Neon outside the Sandsteamer, it seems like Neon's backup ride is totaled.

"Don't get the wrong idea. I paid off my wager. next time we meet, it's no holds barred. I'll take that life of yours, count on it." Neon vows, as Vash could only chuckle, leaning onto Milly for support, as they hear the clicking of heels coming from within the Sandsteamer, it was Mourning Rose, carrying a passed-out Kaite in her arms.

"What was that, Neon? you're the one that saved the Sandsteamer?" Y/n teases, grinning cheekily.

"I said I was paying off my wager!! did you not hear it from there!?" Neon screams as Y/n stops by Meryl, Vash, and Milly, she stands by them but not before glancing at Vash blankly

"Sir.! We just saw that the JuLai police are closing in! We have to move out!!" One of Neon's men panics, making him grin his teeth

"That's surprising, I didn't know they'd come here that quick" Vash mutters, before turning at Y/n with a soft smile.

"So... how did you end up with these guys, darlin'? I know you're not one to do something like this unless you have a good reason, so..." he gives her a soft gaze and opens his arms to hug her "...please tell me this is some big misunderstan...." Vash trails off, noticing Y/n has placed the unconscious Kaite into the confused arms of Meryl, as she walks up to Neon.

"God damn it, we don't have enough time to get our goods! Bad Lad Gang! We're movi-" before Neon could even finish, he was suddenly shot in the back making Vash gasp along with Milly and Meryl.

"What the...my Mourning Rose?" Neon could only stare at Y/n in disbelief, collapsing on the ground as he can only watch as she also shot the other members of his Gang.

"My apologies, 'Hubby', but it seems like my work here is done..." Y/n stated, looking at Neon tauntingly.

" How could you do this? I loved you! I gave you everything I have!" Neon tries to struggle but was only shot another time.

"I don't know, have you ever asked yourself, did I ever love you?." Y/n mocks as Neon started to lose consciousness, as Y/n kneels down, smiling mockingly at him.

"Goodbye, Neon, thank you for quite the adventure~." Y/n thanks, but her tone is ridiculing

Neon fully gives her one final glare, before knocking out dead.

"...Y/n..." Vash stares at Diane in horror, as it starts to sink in what she's done, his eyes are filled with tears now "...what... how..." his voice breaks with tears "...don't tell me that you're actually one of those criminals..." he sighs, and his jaw clenches as he asks his next question" ...do you really intend to hurt the people in this Sandsteamer?" his voice has a hint of anger now*

"Me? Killing people? Don't be ridiculous" Diane mocks as she breaks open her revolver to reload, revealing that she's been using tranquilized bullets the whole time "I'm only after his bounty, I'm in cahoots with the JuLai police the whole time" Y/n reveals smirks grinning at Vash's shocked face.

Vash sighed, he was relieved to know that she isn't a cold-blooded killer, but he's still got questions. "...okay, but why? I'm sure you had to do a lot of work to pull this off. I don't think I'd have the patience to plan it out... you are one crafty woman....so why'd you go through with all the trouble of setting this up?" Vash tries to ease up their tension.

"Cause I'm bored and I'm a Bounty Hunter now, the Ghost Lily" Y/n properly introduces herself, Y/n reveals as she walks past Vash, before stopping for a bit, frowning "You better hide if you don't want the JuLai police to turn you in as well, Humanoid Typhoon"

Y/n advised as she took Kaite back into her arms, as all they could do is watch her go.

"...Who was that, Mr. Vash? Your girlfriend!?~"

(A/N: I can finally sleep~)

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yazzydream · 9 months

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follow up to my HI/PD post, HERE'S SHIBUYA INCIDENT. AHHHHHHHH!!! i can't wait. this arc has some of my favorite moments in the manga overall. reminder that episodes restart aug 31st!

here are scenes and moments i'm most looking forward to seeing animated. also serves as an incomplete recap ig.

manga SPOILERS, obviously.

just gojo casually stepping over normies' heads. ignoring sorcery secrecy like fuck it.

FUCK. the whole... train station massacre. this entire arc has to be rated R right? that's why this airs at midnight in japan. (i hope it's not overly censored...) and THEN gojo drops this cold ass line. he's so intimidating. jogo SWEATING. why is gojo so hot? 😭 i love scary!gojo.

i will cry. he's so BRUTAL. 😭😭😭

look at him chasing after jogo. scary......... 😭

*screams quietly in hornyhorror* L👀k at this motherfucker tricking hanami to then turn around and brutalize them.

not jogo trying to help hanami by distracting gojo only for gojo not to give a shit and just obliterate hanami anyway! only yes, because this pragmatic side of gojo is everything to me. again, this post is for parts that will make me scream, and i. will. scream.

I. WILL. SCREAM.

it's like... ok, listen. in jjk i'm pretty sure sorcerers are atheists? (i have no idea if i read that somewhere or if i made that up. sorry.) but anyway, gojo is pretty much the closest thing to a god they have in a real tangible way in jjk? but this arc is a very blatant reminder that gojo is human. he'll do the best he can (which is generally very good, thank you) but he's not actually omnipotent. he can't, he hasn't saved everyone. he's failed a lot of people actually. here and in the future too. it's soo good. akutami may hate writing gojo, but he's excellent at it. gojo is perfect in everything he does but he still fails when it's important. shit, that's good. (this is another reason why i think he'll lose against sukuna but that's another arc altogether so moving on)

omg omg omg omg. the train bursting with transfigured humans is going to be so grotesque and awful. and gojo's distressed face! bby ahhhhh

he's so aghast!!! for a fucking good reason. this massacre is sooo out of pocket.

and what the fuck this entire plot is so fucked and out in the open. there's zero secrecy and separation from the normal world. this is a game changer to what you'd expect in this series. sigh~❤️ so good.

i hate mahito. HATE. but i felt this on a visceral level in the best worst way. lemme preface this by saying, when i'm reading an english tl of japanese media, sometimes certain phrases trigger my brain into wondering what the og japanese was saying. notably, a lot of japanese words are just onomatopoeias of what things sound like. so even though i haven't bothered looking up what this actually said in japanese, i imagined mahito saying there's "uja uja" of them. which is like the sound of many crawling/swarming insects. and it made me feel some type of way. disgusted actually. which is his point. lol

RUTHLESS PRAGMATISM, LET ME SCREAM IT

this shibuya post is just turning into me screaming about the satoru gojo fight. and im ok with that.

exhausted darling. i can't wait to see it. SHOWED UP IN THE TRAILER. I'M DYINNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG 💀

>:-I pouty baby

adorable.

jc this is such a typical shonen hype moment and the irony is absolutely killer. i wanna see this animated just so i can see the anime-onlys suffer.

gonna cap it here before i hit the image limit.

cont. in part 2.

#my jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk season 2 #jjk manga #jjk spoilers #let's try to be more bloggy shall we

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daltoneering · 2 years

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god your answer has me giggling and shit, these two are so in love and it's been beautiful to see! there's two moments that also stood up for me as important in their story idk what you think, the first one is kimm cleaning porsche's arm wound and that moment when they lock eyes for 2 seconds (i feel like so much is happening there, they are both realizing something, the way porsche looks at kinn GOD truly breathtaking) and the second one is kinn going to see porsche when he gives him the gun and that mood change from horny bastards to "i'm-so-deeply-in-love-with-you the mere thought of losing you makes me wanna kill everyone in this room and then myself" there's like an even deeper realization there right?

you have such a beautiful way with words and such clever perspectives i wanted to know what do you think about those moments

GOSH yeah whew. the first one you're talking about, the wound-tending and associated Significant Eye Contact, is a key moment in the kinn taking care of porsche agenda. porsche is prodding at him to try and confess that he wants him back, and kinn is saying that everything belongs to him anyway (implying that porsche does too), and then they get this long, heavy eye contact, and see each other. porsche can see that kinn cares about him, can see right through him, and kinn notices that ah! he has been spotted!, and immediately withdraws. he is not ready to be perceived at this time. i think it's an important moment in porsche's understanding of kinn and the fact that kinn is treating him very differently to how he treats all his other bodyguards.

the second scene you mentioned, the "two guns" scene in episode 7, is one of my faaaaavourite from the episode. the emotional shift! it actually starts out pretty emotional--the last time porsche saw kinn, he was acting very dismissive towards him in front of vegas, and then on the phone he was continuing in the same way--so for him to show up unexpectedly behind enemy lines and tell porsche he has something for him is quite the shift. and then it's something as meaningful as his lucky gun?! yeah. me and porsche are both overwhelmed by this, especially when it becomes clear that the gun is also a metaphor for his heart. this little pre-horny conversation is so important because kinn makes it clear that he wants (needs!) porsche to come back to him after this is over, because he loves him.

that's a lot of emotions for a single mafia man and his bodyguard to process on an evening without even the support of an emotional handy, so naturally kinn has to break the tension and make his gun dick joke--turning it into a different kind of tension altogether. porsche reacts perfectly, joining in with him in the horny teasing, making jokes of his own, and it's just a reminder of how perfect they are for each other. porsche does this adorable little "i'm a naughty brat hehe making jokes and teasing you, what you gonna do about it" face, and instead of escalating the sexual tension further, kinn goes suuuper soft and we get this gorgeous emotional shift.

i think what's happening here is that kinn is deeply in love. like i said in my first ask, he has liked this teasing, bratty aspect of porsche since the very beginning, and seeing it here just serves as a further reminder of why he loves him so much. but he's emotional about having to let porsche do this and he's emotional about having to extend his trust boundaries and he's still so scared!! kinn is still so scared that he is gonna lose porsche so he has to take every moment he can get to show him how much he doesn't want that to happen. hence the emotional shift, and the incredibly tender forehead kiss. he doesn't want to let him go, but he has to; he doesn't want to lose him, but that's the risk he has to take.

#kinnporsche #anon #reply #kp*

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tcookies777 · 1 year

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I’m glad to see that you aren’t letting those trolls/haters affect you too much. Has this experience change the way you see the kakasaku fandom or how you feel about the ship? How is it different from sasusaku fandom?

There’s a preview out for Sasuke retsuden episode that you can look at but it’s horrible. The ugly art style you are talking is the one we are getting. Moreover the script writer is the one that hates sakura so he’s gonna add stupid lines that make sakura looks bad again. It’s hopeless already for me so I’m gonna pretend like there’s no anime adaption.

It doesn't affect me as much as it would've had I been a younger, newer writer. But with 10 years under my belt, I'm sad to say I've experienced worse and seen other fanfic writers go through worse as well. I will say though that everyone has their limits, and when a writer gets constant hate and harassment over something they're providing for FREE, they will eventually quit altogether.

Sending hate to a fanfic writer because they're going on break and/or because they didn't write a full sex scene in the 1st of the 4 acts of the story serves to accomplish nothing but motivate the writer to abandon the fic for good.

Want a sex scene? Don't nag the writer for it because all the constant nagging turns us off from wanting to write it anymore. Want the writer to return to the fic sooner? Don't bitch at the writer for taking a break because it makes them want to NEVER return to the fic at all.

And then you get no sex scene as well as a huge cliffhanger forever.

Which is possibly what the haters want?? Otherwise, why would anyone think that bitching at the writer will magically make the writer want to submit to such demands at their own expense? It is so illogical and stupidly counterproductive.

Thus, many fanfics are abandoned and even deleted.

And honestly if it does reach that point, I will abandon and delete TAOL if I have to. I've been forced to do it before, and not just for my sanity but also for my safety. I've since come to understand my boundaries and enforce them when needed.

However, I don't like judging a whole group just because of the behavior of the few, so I don't think it'd be fair of me to look at the KakaSaku fandom or ship in a different light. Besides, every single corner of every single fandom always has some toxic people; that's unavoidable.

In comparison to my experience with writing for the SasuSaku fandom though, my SasuSaku readers are more chill for me if I have to be completely honest. I never had any rude comments when I was working on my SasuSaku fics or got harassed for going on break. All my SasuSaku readers have always been kind and supportive. Not once did I ever get a reader complaining that they have so many questions about the plot's mystery - and there is SO much mystery in When the Flowers Cry than in TAOL. When the Flowers Cry is so much more fun to write because readers just post their theories instead of demanding me to hurry and give them the answers to the plot or hurry up and write sex already.

And whenever I go on break for TAOL, there's always a handful of readers who get pissed at me regardless if my absence is due to surgery or a medical emergency - they get pissed at me no matter what. Meanwhile, I have been on break from both When the Flowers Cry and Cut Me Down but I'll Still Rise for ~2 years now and not one SasuSaku reader has sent hate my way. Not a single one.

So even though I don't look at either fandom groups in a different light, I will say my experience in writing SasuSaku fics and writing KakaSaku fics are so startlingly different from each other that you can probably guess which of the 2 audiences I enjoy writing for more.

As for that damn script writer for the Retsuden anime... I guess that was inevitable too. Still, it maddens me to hear that news. I did watch clips of the anime but it just does not do the novel justice. Years of waiting for the anime to treat Sakura right and I just keep waiting like a fool.

I'll just follow your example and pretend the anime doesn't exist either lol.

I am enjoying the manga but I do feel like the rubble scene with Sakura could have been executed better. I would've liked an extra panel or two depicting Sasuke desperately lifting the rocks to get to Sakura and his hand worn out from digging but maybe I'm just being picky!

P.S. - I'm so sorry for the late reply! I thought I'd posted this but just found out it'd been sitting in my drafts the whole time - so sorry!

#cookie answers #taol #the anatomy of love

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My Wife, My Home (Javier Peña)

Pairing: Javier Peña X Wife!Reader

Summary: after leaving Cali, Javi wanted to settle down, he wanted a home, and a morning with his wife makes him feel right at home.

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, unprotected sex (wrap it kids, be safe) oral (f receiving), fingering, creampie, dirty talk, soft dom!Javi, bit of choking, housewife kink, established married relationship (assume bc in involved), cursing duh

I also think this goes without saying but reader is Hispanic here, feels more accurate

WC: 3.1k

A/N: not me writing javi shit like my life depended on it, if only I did my school work this quick. Yeah so I'm not even gonna lie, this was the product of me being horny while watching narcos. It is currently 3am on a school night and I'm out here writing smut. So I really fucking hope it's worth it. Enjoy the sin you filthy bitches

Ps: theres a high chance I might make most of the readers from my upcoming Javi fics Hispanic/spanish speaking, it just makes more sense to me since A) he lived in Colombia for a decade and B) hes from a predominantly Hispanic city in Texas, it must feel more accurate. Also I want to give myself representation in fics. But that's about as far as I'll go with specifications, it shouldn't be too disruptive. Reader will just know Spanish so.

Feedback and reblogs are highly appreciated!

Home. It had always been a foreign concept to Javier. He never really pictured himself settling down, and god knows he tried. It didn't quite work out, and for the better part of a decade he was down in Colombia basically asking for a bullet every day. The last thing he ever expected was to get married, leave said country and settle down. But he did, he fell in love like a fucking idiot and once his assignment in Cali was done, he asked for an immediate transfer back home. He was done with the bullets, death and blood, he wanted peace. And for once in over a decade, he actually felt at peace and like he belonged somewhere. With someone.

It was extremely rare for Javier to sleep on most days, even if he no longer had to wake up to the sound of gunshots, or to a call to the office, or get no sleep altogether, so many years of the same can create new, hard to break habits. His time in Colombia had turned him into an extremely light sleeper. This morning was the extremely rare instance where he slept through the night and most of the morning. He blamed you for being so goddamn irresistible he couldn't keep his hands off you last night. If it hadn't been for the fact that the sun had illuminated pretty much the entire room and your side of the bed was cold and empty, he probably would've easily slept all morning. But alas, the lack of your warm body next to his was often the only reason he got up most mornings. If you weren't in bed he couldn't sleep. It was that simple.

After a long while of tossing and turning, Javier peeled one eye open, adjusting to the sudden exposure of light before he turned on his back and opened both eyes fully. He blinked a couple of times as he patted the spot next to him, just for good measure, and you weren't in fact in bed. He yawned softly as he sat up. He didn't hear running water so you probably weren't in the bathroom. He thought for a second and half smiled, knowing where you were.

He could already hear the faint sound of your voice and quiet music playing as he headed downstairs. And fuck did he loved the sight in front of him. His perfect fucking wife, barefoot and wearing one of his too-big tshirts as you stood in the kitchen, hips swaying softly along to the music on the radio. He stood there, simply admiring the sight in front of him for a good minute. He didn't know exactly what you were making, but he just knew that whatever it was, it smelled fucking amazing, and you looked good doing it too. Something about seeing you just so comfortable, like you were in your element, it made him completely lose his mind. He liked to think of himself as progressive, he knew perfectly that you were capable of working and he would support you if you did, but he loved the idea of you, turning the house he bought you into the home he so desperately wanted. It gave him something good, something fucking amazing and something that he thought long ago he was no longer deserving of. His perfect wife ran the perfect home, while he did everything else, it worked. And he could only imagine how much more perfect it would be the day you have kids filling your home. But that was a talk for another day. For now, he just wanted his wife.

Javier eventually stopped creepily stalking and actually approached you. Your back was turned to him so he took that chance to come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist, he leaned down and whispered, "Buenos días dulzura."

"Ay carajo," you cursed, jumping a bit startled. You were a bit too engulfed in both the music and making breakfast, so much that you didn't hear Javier come down. You eventually smiled, giggling softly. "You scared me, pendejo."

"Jeez that mouth," Javier laughed and clicked his tongue in disapproval, he would note that for later. You laughed and rolled your eyes at him, resuming your task of whisking some eggs in a bowl. Without saying much, he tucked his face into your neck as he pulled you flat against his chest, happily taking in your scent. And this, the familiar warmth of your body against his, your scent mixed with his, this was exactly what home felt like. "What are you making cariño?"

"Scrambled eggs, bacon and pancakes." You responded with a soft hum, giggling when you felt his lips tickle your neck. "There's fresh coffee too, if you want some." All you heard was a stifled hum because he was already making work of kissing your neck, his tongue sticking out to trace over your skin. You gasped quietly, the sound turning into a giggle as you tilted your head to give Javier more room, and that was the invitation he needed to press you flush against the counter with a sudden force that made you have to brace yourself. He didn't know what it was, maybe it was the image of his pretty wife, in his clothes, in his kitchen making him breakfast on a Sunday morning. Or maybe it was just the simple fact that he simply couldn't keep his hands off you. The hell did it matter, he just wanted you, that's all that mattered, right?

"Javi," you gasped with a small chuckle and you sucked in a sharp breath when you felt one of his hands travel down your stomach until his hand slipped into your panties. You had to set down the whisk and set the bowl aside to compose yourself, "mi cielo I'm— fuck— I'm trying to make you — fuck Javi— make you breakfast."

"No I know," you could just hear the smugness in his voice, and you just knew he was smirking even though you couldn't see it. He pulled his hand out of your panties and spun you around, his lips came crashing against yours as soon as you were facing him. He gripped your jaw as he slipped in his tongue, taking your breath away for a few seconds before he pulled away to look at you. When he met your eye, the sight of you already desperate and panting made his skin burn with a mixture of lust and love. "But I want you more."

At this point you didn't even have to say anything, the sight of you, flushed and breathless was enough. You simply nodded. Once Javier made sure nothing was on the stove, he crouched down, grabbed the back of your thighs and hoisted you up with ease. His lips were back on yours as he walked a couple feet to the kitchen island and he set down on it. The cold surface against your bare thighs made you hiss, but you quickly forgot about the discomfort once you saw him drop to his knees in front of you, brown eyes staring up at you hungrily as he placed both of his palms flat on your thighs.

"C'mon baby, open," he muttered as he pressed his lips to your inner thigh and positioned himself between your thighs, his broad shoulders inevitably prying them open. He tore your panties off so quickly you thought he ripped them, but then again you didn't care, he'd buy you a new pair. You heard him mutter a quiet 'fuck' before he leaned foward and licked a long stripe over your clit with the tip of his tongue. Your lips parted open as a small gasp slipped from your lips, your thighs already starting to shake and your heart to race.

Javier caught a quick glance of you, already so desperate and eager for him to ruin you, to have his mouth on you until you were shaking. That was exactly what he wanted. There was a small smirk on his lips as he gripped your thighs and brought them over his shoulders so he could bring you closer. And that he did. He closed his lips around your clit and swirled his tongue in circles, lavishing the nerve with attention. You actually cried out this time and one of your hands flew to his hair while the other somewhat balanced you up.

"Javi, Javi, Javi." You said his name like a quiet praise as he licked through your folds, sucked your clit and slipped his tongue inside you, working his tongue like that was the only thing he had to do in life, like this was his mission. You legs trembled around his head and your hips involuntarily lifted off the counter, but Javier slipped an arm over your stomach.

"Stay still dulzura," he muttered as he held you down and two fingers from his other hand replaced his tongue inside you. You nearly slipped off the counter then. Javier curled his fingers just as he applied the slightest bit of pressure on your lower abdomen with his hand, almost as if to give you a warning. "What did I just say cariño? Be a good girl and stay still."

You gasped when his tongue circled around your clit again as his fingers worked inside you, but you managed to stay still, only your thighs trembling as you gave up on your balance and laid with your back flat on the counter.

"That's it baby. Good girl." He hummed, feeling how your walls closed around his fingers, he knew your body like his own, he knew you were so close. He added a third finger, successfully stretching you enough to have you screaming. "You're so close aren't you dulzura? Come on, come for me."

He didn't even have to say it, the second he added that third finger it became too much, too sensitive and you felt everything all at once. It was all so much and you loved it.

The taste of your release coated his tongue and the sounds of your moans sent him on overdrive. He wanted to feel you, not just like this, no he needed to feel you squeeze him as came around him. He fucking needed it.

He gave you a minute, he ran his tongue over your clit slowly, fingers still inside you until you were clasping his head with your thighs and you were pulling at his hair. Only then he pulled away. He left a hot kiss on your inner thigh before he stood up. You gasped softly when his fingers left you, but you were ready for something even better to replace them.

Your legs were dangling off the counter and you were staring up at the ceiling as you tried to catch your breath. Out of your blurry vision you saw your husband tower over you. You hadn't really taken the time to look at him this morning. His brown hair was tousled from both sleep and your fingers, his face was flushed red and his jaw had small dark patches of hair growing, guess he didn't shave this morning. It was such a gorgeous fucking sight.

"Tired already dulzura?" He teased, helping you sit up, "we can sto—"

"Absolutely fucking not. I need you Javi." You begged him, making an attempt to tug his boxers down his hips. He watched you with amusement and bit his lip, nodding. There was nothing he loved more than seeing his wife so desperate and begging, begging him to fuck her. He knew damn well he was the only one who could give you exactly what you needed, he gave you just as much as you gave him, and he took pride in that.

"You look so pretty when you beg," he pressed a wet and sloppy kiss to your lips before he grabbed you by your hips, pulled you off the island and turned you around, bending you over. "Mhm, I'll give you exactly what you need, dulzura, just relax for me."

He tugged his boxers off the rest of the way before he eased a hand up your spine, holding you steady with the other hand on your hip. He felt the way your shoulders relaxed and your whole body gave out basically, giving him the freedom to do as he pleased. No hesitation, no questions asked, you trusted him with your life and he loved that.

He slid inside you with ease, his fingers and tongue having worked perfectly, your walls still squeezed him so tight he rolled his eyes back and an uneven exhale left his lips as he bottomed out himself inside of you. You, on the other hand, were not so modest, an obscenely loud moan slipped past your lips, making you thank god for Javi's idea of buying a house with no neighbors too close by. It was just always so intense at first, maybe you were just hypersensitive from having a previous orgasm, but then again, Javier felt the same. He always had to control himself, remind himself to take it slow otherwise the feeling of you would become so much he would fucking lose it.

He went slow at first, taking his time with each thrust, allowing you to draw out the feeling each and every time he hit that perfect spot. You loved the feeling, but you needed more.

"Javi.." you whined softly, gripping the counter to brace yourself for what you were about to ask for, "more. I need more, please."

"Oh, my pretty girl wants more huh?" You didn't have to say anything else, Javier was a simple man, he did as his wife asked and if you wanted more he would give you more. He would give you anything you wanted. His grip on your hip tightened as he picked up his pace, going from a gentle rock of his hips to absolutely wrecking and unforgiving. He had you screaming in a matter of seconds. "Oh yeah, you like that, don't you bonita?"

"Fuck Javi— feels so good," you cried out as you gripped the counter with a bruising grip, and even then your chest would still slip back and forth with each snap of his hips. Your mind was completely clouded, all you could think about was the burning feeling in your stomach.

"You're taking me so well, dulzura. So fucking well." He groaned out, teeth digging into his bottom lip as his thrusts got harsher. Judging by the way your walls were clenching around him he knew you were close to tipping over the edge, and as soon as you did he would follow, he knew that much. "So fucking perfect. You're my perfect little wife, walking around my house, wearing my fucking clothes, just begging to get fucked in my kitchen. Do you have any idea what that does to me bonita?" His thrusts only got harder and harsher with each rasped word he spoke. He also slipped his hand down your body and started rubbing quick circles on your swollen clit, adding on to your already oversensitive state.

"Oh fuck Javi. It's too much— fuck I need to—" your words got cut off by Javier pulling you up by your hair and holding you flush against his chest as he fucked you relentlessly, his quick and uneven breaths filling your ear.

"That's right dulzura, just come for me," he rasped in your ear, his hand resting on the column of your neck as he gripped your jaw and turned your face to capture your lips into a hot messy kiss. He swallowed your moans and held you as you trembled, your legs giving out as a blinding orgasm washed over you. Javier fucked you through it, a moan of his own slipping past his lips when you walls started to squeeze him.

"Fuck baby just like that," he panted, his thrusts becoming short and sharp as he chased his own high. You let him do so, the over stimulation had you trembling and your vision became blurry with tears. The soft whimpers of his name that came out of your mouth only fueled him further. His eyes suddenly rolled into the back of his head and his mouth fell open as he suddenly stopped and held you down on his cock as he spilled himself inside you, "Oh fuck. That's it, dulzura, that's it. Good girl."

You weren't sure how long you just stood there, holding each other. You could feel your combined releases begin to drip down your thigh, but you didn't give a fuck. This just felt right. This felt exactly right. You knew it, and Javier knew it. This is exactly where you were meant to be, where you felt at peace. Tangled up with each other, together. This was where Javier felt safe, but it wasn't a house in Texas, that wasn't his home. You were. Whenever you were, that's what he was meant to be. That's where his home was. He was reminded of it every time he held you like this.

Javier made the first attempt to move, he seemed to have composed himself a bit quicker than you. But then again, he had just fuck the lights out of you mere seconds ago, so it was understandable. He stepped back, exhaling sharply when he slipped out of you. Immediately, juices dripped down your thighs and you hissed softly, suddenly feeling empty. He caught a quick glimpse of the mess he left between your legs and smirked softly. He was always proud of his work.

"My pretty wife," he hummed, absolutely loving the love sick fucked out look on your face. He adored the look in your eyes every time you looked at him. You always had this loving look in your eyes. He always said you were perfect, that you were the perfect wife, and to you, he was that. He was the perfect husband. He ran a hand over your face and gently brushed your hair back, a gentle and sweet gesture completely opposing his more animalistic and harsh thrusts from before. He exhaled sharply as he pressed a slower and sweeter kiss to your lips. "So perfect. You were made for me, verdad que sí dulzura? I love you so much."

"I love you too, Javi." You cupped his jaw, noting how flushed his face and chest were. You wouldn't be surprised if you looked even more fucked out than he did though.

"C'mon dulzura, let's get you cleaned up." He grabbed your hand and started to pull you away when you looked at him suspiciously.

"Am I going to shower alone?"

"No," he scoffed like the question offended him and continued to drag you, a small grin tugging at his lips, "we're just gonna do this all over again."

The fucked out smile that fell on your lips only reminded him how right he was.

Javier Peña, this is your home.

#javier peña #javier peña x reader #javier pena #javier pena x reader #javier pena x you #narcos #pedro pascal

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bigfan-fanfic · 2 years

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Unwarranted Assistance (Reader x Connor DBH)

Requested by anonymous for Hank tries to help Connor ask you out

"You dirty bag of bolts!" Hank says with no real venom in his voice. In fact he sounds almost fond of his android partner.

"I assure you, Lieutenant, I keep myself in adequate condition. And Cyberlife does not use bolts in its construct-"

"Ah, forget it." Hank groans. "So... you like Y/N, then? Makes sense. When you're in charge of the archives, you're already part robot, eh?" Hank waves away Connor's all-too-literal refutation.

Connor shifts uncomfortably, and Hank would almost be certain that if the android were human, he'd be blushing. "I find Y/N's demeanor... soothing."

Hank groans before it appears curiosity wins out. "Do androids even get... turned on?"

Connor frowns. "Cyberlife did not equip me with genitalia, so it is difficult to gauge sexual arousal, Lieutenant. However, now that I am Deviant... I do not think the idea altogether implausible."

Hank grins suddenly, the expression unfamiliar for his facial muscles. "Your LED." the older man lets out a giggle. "Oh, god, it's like your boner. Your light turns green whenever Y/N passes by!"

Connor just stares at Hank, obviously not amused.

Hank finally settles down and kicks his feet up onto his desk. Connor sweeps them off and Hank scowls.

"Look, so you know what the next step is, right?"

"Do you mean... engaging in a proposition of courtship?"

"God, Con- just ask him on a date!"

Connor frowns. "I... am programmed with the knowledge of what a date is. However, I am... nervous?"

Hank sighs. "I'm gonna have to teach you how to ask someone out, aren't I?"

After about three hours of slacking off - Hank has been delighted to find that since becoming Deviant, Connor has not been so rigid about following protocol - they still haven't gotten any further than Connor attempting to talk about butterflies.

Something twinges in Hank as he remembers waiting in the car while his teenage son asked a boy out. Cole ran right back, dove into the car, and let out a whoop and had thanked Hank for his advice. Hank shunts this memory to the back of his mind.

"Alright, look. Since you're obviously hopeless, I'll give you a little cheat code, okay? It's not about chatting someone up - that can help, but it's not essential. We gotta break it down to bare bones. 'I like seeing you around, and I'd like to spend more time with you if that's okay. Would you like to go out sometime?' That's what you want to say."

Connor nods. "Condense the message to the essentials. Thank you, Hank."

Hank follows anyway. Not because he wants to support the android. Nope.

Connor finds you among the files like usual. Even with Cyberlife providing so much in the way of labor, you've kept your job at the station simply because most people don't feel comfortable leaving everything in the justice system up to robots.

"Ahem." Connor makes the sound out of courtesy, having no actual throat to clear.

"Ah! Detective Connor!" you smile, turning to him.

Hank claps a hand over his face as Connor opens his mouth and freezes. It's like he's glitching.

"Uh... Connor? Are you okay?" you ask in slight concern for the statue-still android.

Hank steps into the room. "Connor likes seeing you around and wants to spend more time with you, if possible. Like, on a date. He's asking you out. Connor wants to go on a date."

Hank curses under his breath. When did he get so bad at this?

You chuckle a little and look at Connor. "I'd love to. Uh... will Hank be coming too or will you be able to move by then?"

Hank snickers a little and Connor snaps back into movement. "I will, er... perform a software diagnostic and ensure I am at full capacity for our... date."

It's only when Hank and Connor are walking back to their desk that they realize that no details have been discussed, and now they have to go back.

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curseofaphrodite · 2 years

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black widows and other spiders

tasm!peter x avenger!reader

summary: when steve asked you to deal with the Loki mess, you didn't expect the god of mischief to cast you into a different universe altogether. Luckily, you have some help. [ a very special appearance by a very special someone :) ]

"Aw c'mon, I was just about to enjoy some quiet," Spiderman said, stepping out of the shadows.

"I'm not an enemy," you replied, quite calmly for someone who was handcuffed to the wall by literal webs.

"You sure about that? You just tried to stab me two seconds ago."

"That was hardly my fault," you shot back. "You sneaked up on me in a dark alley! If I really wanted to stab you, you'd already be bleeding. "

"Wow, I'm so scared. Who are you again?"

You hesitated. Should you tell him or figure out everything on your own? Thinking back, you remembered how the Peter from your earth was basically a walking encyclopedia. If this one had access to labs too, you could easily create a way back to your own earth.

For that to work, you needed to convince him that there were multiple universes and that you were from a totally different one.

Fun.

"I don't wanna know," Peter said finally. "You're taking too much time to think and I'd rather be home eating spaghetti."

"You're not going to get these off me?" you asked, nodding towards the webs.

He shrugged. "You still suspicious so just to be safe, you know?"

"That's not very nice of you Peter," you said just as he walked away, making him halt. Even with his mask on, you could sense his surprise.

When he turned, he was surprised yet again.

In that split second, you had somehow made the webs disappear and were standing quite amusedly, hands folded and an eyebrow raised.

"Now I'm a little bit scared," he admitted, his voice curious.

* * *

Back at his apartment, you groaned even before he let you in.

"What?"

"Aunt May isn't here, is she?" you asked, frowning. "She gives the best hugs. I could use one right now."

"She's at her friend's for the weekend," he said. "How the hell do you even know—?"

"I told you this seven times already. I'm from a different universe."

"And I told you seven times that I'm having a hard time believing it, but that's not what I meant. How do you know she's not in the apartment even before entering?"

"Perks of being a widow," you sighed, walking in after him.

"Oh, I'm so sorry—"

"Not that kind of widow, dumbass."

He watched as you plopped down on the couch, turning on the TV with as much finesse as you could. Even though your gaze was shrewd and calculating, he felt something inside him flutter when you looked his way. You looked so intimidatingly beautiful. He always liked girls and guys who were a little bit out of his league.

"Are you gonna stare or do I get that spaghetti?"

"Right!" he rubbed the back of his neck, lost as ever. He instantly hunted down a bowl, spilling questions all the while. "So I'm guessing you're some kind of assassin?"

"Used to be," you said casually, changing channels to see if something good was on. "Now I'm part of the Avengers, which I'm guessing you don't have here or otherwise you'd know me already."

"And avengers are...?"

"Protectors of earth, as much as ridiculous as that sounds," you said, chuckling. "You're the friendly neighborhood spiderman. We're the unfriendly intergalactic fighters who need therapy and better life choices."

You put down the remote in frustration, hating how there weren't any of the shows and movies you liked. Peter sat beside you and handed you a bowl.

"Aren't you eating too?" you prodded.

"In a bit," he said, waving it off. "How did you get here then? What happened?"

"Well me and another friend was tracking down Loki, a very troublesome person who is literally jumping through timelines," you explained, knowing fully well that Peter wasn't going to understand anything. You also knew he wouldn't shut up until you answer, so you went on.

"My friend isn't part of the avengers but she's there whenever I need her. Kind of like my best friend actually. Loki knows magic and he hurled me down here before I could complete the assignment."

"Loki knows magic?" he repeated. "Like actual magic?"

"He's also a god."

"A god." He rubbed his forehead. "What even—?"

"I have lots of stories like that," you said, sinking into the cozy feeling of a pretty apartment and friendly company.

Peter stared at you again, unable to understand how your mind worked. Or maybe he just found you pretty too.

"Tell me all of them," he said, his words hardly a whisper.

* * *

The next few days were hazy, kind of like you were trapped in a dream that wasn't even yours. He said you could stay for a while in exchange for telling him all about the multiverse. You didn't think it was possible for someone to be this excited about the concept being real, but here you are.

He gave you the guest room, and you stole all his clothes simply because you had nothing else to wear. You meant it as a "if you're taking me in, I'm gonna annoy the hell out of you" gesture, but he went speechless the first time. Blushing and stammering, he had said something along the lines of "take whatever you want."

In many ways, it was just like being on your own earth. You still fought with monsters and other villains, still had nightmares, still kept an eye around you as if any second you'll be attacked. Peter could see it. Going to bed with a knife under your pillow certainly showed that.

But even then, it was vastly different in its own way. You didn't have anyone to fight along with, but suddenly you were partners with Spiderman, taking down crime one at a time.

You had a home you could go back to, and a friend, one that'd let you pick the movies and pull a blanket over you when you fell asleep watching them.

You felt guilty to feel so at peace. Even after you escaped with Natasha, somedays you felt like the horrors of red room would never fully wash off, no matter how many good deeds you do.

Becoming an Avenger wasn't enough. Seeing the blood of monsters on your hands only reminded you of the murders you committed long ago.

Innocent or not, everyone's blood was cruel red.

Peter, on the other hand, kept you busy enough to not think too much. He demanded details of everything, every small one, which kept you occupied.

* * *

"He can only touch his hammer?" he asked, trying to keep a straight face.

"Kind of?" you answered thoughtfully. "Steve did take it once during a war but Thor said it was too big for him."

He burst into fits of laughter, unable to keep it in.

"What?" you asked, clueless.

"Thor's hammer sounds...kinky."

You threw some popcorn at his face.

* * *

"Who's your favorite avenger?"

"Natasha," you said, sighing. "Even after she died, I had a lot of pressure to be just like her. I can't, but I try."

"Ah, just so you know-" He gently nudged your elbows playfully. "You're my favorite avenger."

* * *

"So Loki's a troublesome god in all universes?"

"And a troublesome crocodile."

"Naturally."

* * *

Once he knew the basics, his energy didn't calm down. If anything, he was more excited and he portrayed this through the only outlet he had — jokes.

* * *

"What do you call Doctor Strange's cousin who can't do magic?"

"Huh?"

"Doctor Normal," he said, giggling.

You sighed in exhaustion.

* * *

"Why did Thor avoid Loki?"

"Please not another jok-"

"He Odin money."

"I'm ready to walk off a cliff," you said, looking to the heavens.

* * *

"Why's Thor's brother great at sneaking around?"

"I don't wanna hear it."

"He's very Loki."

Despite your wishes to keep a straight face, you burst out laughing. Peter's eyes widened, shocked that he actually got a reaction out of you. He looked proud, and his heart melted at the sight of you being you.

"What?" you asked, suddenly self-conscious.

Before he could answer, the T.V went out, along with all other lights. The cautious instincts kicked in and you stood up slowly, knife already out.

You could hear footsteps, which you would have discredited to be a neighbour's if they weren't so silent. Too silent, like a cat ready to pounce.

"Someone's inside," Peter stated the obvious, getting up himself. Before he could get his web-shooters, the light came back on.

You pointed your knife at the intruder while they pointed a gun at Peter, making a very dangerous triangle.

Your hands went slack when you recognized the blonde.

"Yelena?" you called, lowering the knife.

"You know her?" Peter asked, a little too terrified. She didn't break eye contact with him, as if he was still a threat. You didn't like how close she looked to pulling the trigger.

"She was the friend I was telling you about," you explained. "She was helping me with Loki. What are you doing here?"

"Can we talk after all the weapons are lowered?" Peter suggested. If anything, Yelena's grip on the gun tightened.

"He's a friend," you said quickly. "It's okay. He's nice."

"Yeah, I'm Peter Parker. Just like the one from your earth!"

"I don't know who that is," Yelena said stiffly. He looked at you for an explanation.

"She hasn't met all the avengers yet," you answered with your hands on your hips. "Yelena, c'mon, does he look like a monster?"

She slowly put the gun in her holster, her eyes darting between the two of you.

"I was cast into this earth by Loki too," she said angrily. "I was passed out on top of a building for two days before I could track you down. Now here you are, watching Peppa Pig with a scrawny dummy."

"I didn't know you were here," you said, feeling guilt take hold. "You know I wouldn't have abandoned you."

"You wouldn't be the first one." She gritted her teeth, and while fury was the main objective, she came off as hurt, to both you and Peter.

"I'll get some tea," Peter said awkwardly.

"No, we are leaving," Yelena said, nodding towards the door. "Let's go."

"Wait, no—"

"You didn't think you were staying here, did you?" She asked, and you could feel the genuine curiosity behind her question.

"No, but we have a plan."

"We?"

"Peter's going to make us a temp pad like the one in TVA," you interjected before she could kill him with his eyes. "It's almost done. He just needs some kind of special aluminum. He had to call a friend and it'll be here today or tomorrow."

"Then we go back?" she asked firmly.

"We go back," you repeated, sounding less excited than your friend.

"Good, let me go steal some clothes then," she said, going to the door.

"You can take Peter's—"

"I'm not wearing Hello Kitty t-shirts," she snapped, then left, slamming the door behind her.

You looked at Peter apologetically. "Sorry about that I-"

"You're actually leaving," he interrupted, as if being held at gunpoint was the least of his worries. "I mean, I knew you wouldn't stay here forever but, you're leaving. Soon."

"Yeah," you rubbed your elbow, shifting awkwardly. He seemed heartbroken.

So were you, but you had better acting skills to hide it.

* * *

That night, you tried making dinner, knowing what Yelena would love. It was your way of apologizing to her.

She was your friend for as long as you could remember. After Natasha died, you had to hunt her down to see if she was okay. She wasn't, so you stayed with her.

You understood why she was so pissed at Peter. She didn't want to lose you too. For some avengers, you were the replacement for Natasha, but for Yelena, you were just you - that one friend in the red room who'd always say the worst jokes to cheer her up.

You couldn't even think of staying here when she was alone.

* * *

Peter looked absolutely shocked when you placed the macaroni and cheese in front of them.

"I thought you said you can't cook!"

"She can't," Yelena agreed, rolling her eyes. "I make the best macaroni and cheese, this tastes like garbage."

"You haven't tried it yet," you said, rolling your eyes.

"I don't need to taste your food to know it is not food."

You laughed and sat down, serving some into your own bowl.

Peter handed over a spoon while pouring juice into three glasses. His eyebrows were scrunched up in concentration, and you poked the glasses up his nose when it was dangerously close to slipping down. He didn't need glasses, but he wore them because it felt like a part of him he didn't want to let go of yet.

You respected that, and the fact he looked absolutely adorable in them was a plus.

Yelena looked taken back at how effortless you fit into the picture. That slight frown you always had was nowhere to be seen and you were so... peaceful.

"So this temp pad," she began, poking the spoon into the bowl. "How does it work?"

"Just like the one Loki has," Peter said, nodding. "It's in the basement if you wanna go see it after dinner?"

"No," she said quickly, far too quickly. "But it will be complete tomorrow, yes?"

He nodded, looking back at his food, suddenly disinterested.

* * *

Just like his promise, it was all ready the next day. You dreaded going back, but you had to. No matter how tempting it was to lead a semi-happy life, you had responsibilities. You had a past.

"Here you go," Peter handed over the device, not looking directly at you. "This will get you to TVA but you'd have to redirect to your own earth from there."

"Bye, sticky," Yelena said, incredibly bored.

"I'll- I'll see you?" your words were uncertain.

"I hardly doubt that," Peter replied, shaking his head.

You nodded, biting your bottom lip in frustration.

"Thank you for the stories," he said after a while, resisting his urge to give you a hug. Resisting his urge to ask you to stay.

"Can we just go already?" Yelena interrupted.

You were always bad at goodbyes so you didn't give one. Sighing, you pressed the button.

* * *

Nothing happened.

"Wait- what?" Peter took the device, examining the features. "That should have worked, there's a- wait the chip's outdated."

"Really?" you tried not to sound hopeful. "Is it the kind you can't fix?"

"Maybe I can, but it'll take some days."

You smiled, turning to Yelena. "Guess we're staying here for a while after all."

"How wonderful," she said sarcastically.

"I'll go uhm, heat up the pizza?" you asked, practically skipping to the kitchen.

"You know the basement has cameras, right?" Peter asked once he made sure you were out of earshot. "I saw someone going there last night and messing up the temp pad."

Yelena scoffed. "I don't know what you are implying."

"Sure you don't."

She glared at him so he raised his hands in mock-surrender.

"She looks happy here," she said, softening a bit. "Less of a killer and more of a bad cook. I like it. If she's hurt, I'll pull out your organs and feed them to a cat."

"Incredibly specific, but okay." Peter handed her the temp pad, which she took confusedly. "You know, for safekeeping."

Yelena rolled her eyes. But as soon as he turned, she looked at you and then at the device, wondering which chip she should fry next.

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mia-tiny · 3 years

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Friendly Competition | C. San

⇒ pairing: softdom!c. san x fem!reader

⇒ smut, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, praise, fingering and oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex (do not do this irl), jealousy

⇒ word count: 1.9k

⇒ summary: On days where San’s jealousy arises, he challenges himself to a friendly competition to see just how good he can make you feel.

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“San, please,” you whine as you come down from the high of your first orgasm and the oversensitivity makes you squirm while San continues to rub your clit steadily.

“Don’t give up on me just yet, Y/N,” he purrs in your ear with his chin resting on your shoulder as he sits behind you, your back pressed against his still-clothed chest. Your knees are bent and legs open wide as he plays with you on your shared bed. One of his arms reaches around you to rub your nipple while the other continues stimulating you down lower. “I am just getting started.”

There are nights every now and then that San challenges himself to a friendly competition where the goal is to make you orgasm as much as possible, the number increasing each time. His actions are usually spurred on by finding any reason to get jealous over you, most commonly when random men flirt with you in hopes of getting your number. Even though you always snub their advances, he can’t resist the need to prove how good only he can make you feel.

You already knew you were going to be in for a rough night tonight because of the events that occurred at a cafe earlier in the day. Despite you two sitting together and clearly looking like a couple, a random, albeit attractive, man cautiously approached your table and addressed only you.

“Excuse me? I'm sorry to interrupt, but you are totally my type and I was wondering if I could get your number.”

You were about to graciously decline, but San beat you to the punch.

“Excuse me.”

The man had only then looked at San as if he never noticed his presence beforehand, but San simply continued on.

“I guess you didn’t notice because you were too busy eye-fucking my girlfriend, but we are kind of on a date. So, no. You cannot have her number.”

The man had looked entirely humiliated as he turned and immediately left the cafe altogether. You stared in annoyance at your frustrated-looking boyfriend.

“San, you don’t have to be so mean about it. He probably just thought you were my friend or something.”

The low, unamused chuckle that he replied with instantly warned you of the events that are now unfolding as he begins sucking and biting your neck with the intent of leaving marks.

“You think just anyone can make you feel like I do?” he growls in your ear as you whimper and grip tightly onto his thighs.

“No, San.” Your voice comes out more as a plea than anything while your orgasm begins to build again, his fingers working expertly on your swollen bud. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum again.”

“Already?” he teases before nibbling on your ear, something he knows you love.

The combination of the different sensations he is giving you pushes you over the edge and your second orgasm comes crashing down on you. You can’t help but moan loudly and squeeze your legs together as the pleasure becomes overwhelming. Thankfully, he grants you some mercy as you come down from the high by removing his hands. He scoots out from behind you and you instantly fall back onto the pillows, exhausted from his efforts. You look ahead and find him now shirtless and sitting near your bent legs. He slowly opens them and takes a moment to stare down at your sex with hungry eyes.

“Such a pretty little pussy, and it is all mine,” he coos as you try to mentally prepare yourself for his next onslaught.

He uses his middle finger to slide up and down your slit a few times, causing you to jump each time he grazes over your throbbing clit. He easily plunges two of his digits into your hole before curling them upwards and brushing against your g-spot deliciously. You bite your lip to keep from whimpering at how good it feels.

San picks up the pace at which he fingers you while watching the pleasure unfold on your face, his cock hardening at just how sexy you look like this. Your hands grip tightly onto the bed sheets and tears prick at the corners of your eyes from the intensity of San’s movements.

“How is it, Y/N?” he questions, wanting to hear just how amazing he makes you feel.

“God, it is so good!” you groan, motivating him to increase his speed even more. “San, I can’t- I have to-”

“Cum,” he commands as he understands your overwhelmed babbling.

You immediately climax at his command and tears stream down your cheeks as your mouth falls open wide, no sound coming out from just how powerful your release is. He feels you constrict around his fingers and his dick twitches in his pants as he takes in the sight of you coming undone. Once your third orgasm finally subsides, he carefully slides his fingers out of you and all you can do is try to catch your breath while staring at the ceiling in exhaustion.

San, however, is merciless on nights like tonight and has started lapping at your heat before you have time to even get your bearings. You rapidly spring your head up with a loud gasp as your oversensitive clit is once again barraged with pleasure. He sucks and licks ruthlessly as you wiggle underneath him, but his hands hold your hips down so you can’t escape.

With just how hypersensitive your clit is already, it doesn’t take long before you are teetering on the edge of bliss once again. You don’t even have time to speak before a few more licks send you over the edge yet again. Your entire body tenses as he achieves your fourth orgasm of the night, the intensity getting stronger and stronger each time you climax.

Beads of sweat roll down your body as he only takes a break for a few seconds to slip his two fingers back into your pussy. Once he curls them up into the same spot he was assaulting just minutes ago, he also relentlessly laps at your swollen clit again. You feel like crying from how strong the sensations are, pitiful whines and whimpers falling past your lips as you give in to him completely.

“San,” you choke out as your high builds again, each time taking less and less effort to send you into ecstasy.

“You can do it,” he simply replies as he sucks on your nub even harder than before. You practically wail in satisfaction and agony as he continues through your intense fifth orgasm, loving the way you wiggle to try and escape his mouth and fingers.

He finally removes himself from your heat and you feel like you are floating at this point. Your head is fuzzy and your limbs feel like they weigh ten tons as you lay heavily on the mattress. San, after removing his jeans and underwear to reveal his rock-hard dick, gently leans over you and places soft pecks over your reddened face, ending up at your lips to kiss you passionately.

“You look so beautiful like this,” he purrs as he moves to kiss along your jaw. “Do you like it when I make you feel this good, baby?”

“Yes, San,” you mumble. “I love it.”

Even as drained as you are, you can’t help but enjoy the overwhelming amounts of pleasure he gives you, feeling proud of yourself when he compliments you on how good you are for him on nights like this.

“It’s your turn to please me, baby,” he coos playfully. “I want you to ride me until you cum again.”

You look at him in shock since you feel like you can barely even function at the moment, but he simply smiles down at you in a way that makes your heart flutter.

“I don’t know if I can,” you admit anxiously.

“I know you can. I will help you.”

He pecks the tip of your nose and moves to pull you up off the mattress. Your body aches as he lays down and assists you in sitting on his long cock. You whimper once again at the intrusion, but also revel in the joyous feeling of him stretching you out perfectly.

“Move for me baby,” he commands with a light smack of your ass.

Trying your best, you grind your hips back and forth on him and rest your hands on his chest. He uses his grip on your hips to help quicken the pace of your movements. With his guidance, the head of his cock brushes perfectly against your g-spot.

“Ah, right there,” you whine as you become motivated to move even faster and harder.

“You take my cock so well, baby,” he moans as the pleasure starts to get to him as well.

As he lifts his knees up behind you, you lean your body backwards and rest your hands there so that you can hit a new angle. You start bouncing up and down on his dick instead of grinding and instantly feel the bliss of another orgasm starting to build from the change. San notices your pussy tightening around his cock and reaches up to play with your nipples.

“Don’t stop,” you beg as your high approaches rapidly, hitting you hard after a few more thrusts of his dick. You tighten harshly around him as you freeze your movements and fall forward so that you are laying on his chest. He groans in your ear as he relishes in the euphoria of you constricting around him.

“Fuck, baby,” he curses as you finally come down again.

Without waiting for you to recover, he flips you over and sits back on his knees while using his hands to push your legs towards your chest. If you are counting correctly, you have only one more orgasm to go before he beats his previous record and you can finally relax. In the meantime, however, he begins pounding into you roughly and hitting you in just the right place. You give in to the pain and pleasure as he shows you no mercy and snaps his hips ruthlessly against you.

“San, please,” you whimper pathetically.

“Just one more for me, baby. You can do it.”

You can tell he is getting close to his own release by his louder moans and quicker momentum. When he can’t take it anymore, he brings his hand down to rub your abused clit, setting off your seventh and final orgasm of the night.

The intense tightening of your pussy around his cock induces his own high as he finally stills with his dick buried deep inside of you. You two fall silent as you cum hard together, bodies covered in sweat and sore from overuse. You glance at your beautiful boyfriend and revel in the sight of his euphoric state as his mouth hangs slightly open and he looks at you like you are his entire world. As you both begin to catch your breath and calm down, he slowly pulls out of you and flops next to you on the bed before pulling you into his embrace.

“I love you so much, Y/N.” He begins to stroke your hair as you rest your head against his chest and listen to his still rapid heartbeat.

“I love you too, Sannie,” you reply genuinely.

“Are you alright?” he questions with concern, always taking the time to check in after exhausting you.

“I’m perfect.”

He smiles warmly and presses a soft kiss to your forehead as you both lay calmly together. You absolutely adore how snuggly and affectionate San gets after sex like this. In the back of your mind, though, you can’t stop wondering how you are going to survive next time.

Lord help you next time someone asks for your phone number.

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mackenzielovee · 2 years

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ambivalence blurb: you too - rafe cameron

a/n: i love this gif so much i know i've used it already but- i love it. so sorry for my absence and this is all fluff , pls enjoy! sorry it's so short oop but i've gotten a lot of requests for a lil cute domestic morning between them so here we are :)

Warnings: swearing, kissing, a lot of fluff

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Weekday mornings in the guest house remain the same everyday; early and quiet. You'd never been much of a morning person, needing caffeine and at least an hour to wake up before you even consider a smile. Rafe, who thrives in the mornings, always sneaks out of bed without waking you. He runs every morning before work, claiming it helps him wake up and get ready for the day.

You roll over and groan when you reach for him and realize he isn't there; momentarily forgetting about his routine. Staring at the ceiling, you rub the sleep from your face and then rise, covering your feet with slippers and wrapping a sweater around your torso before emerging from your room. You're four months along now, meaning the sweater doesn't come around you the way you'd like, which makes you frown.

You start the coffee pot and then remove the carton of eggs from the fridge just as you hear the front door open. Rafe enters the kitchen, AirPods in his ears, sweat slicking his forehead and neck, and sporting a smile that would piss you off this early if it were on anyone else.

"Morning, sweetheart," he beams, walking across the kitchen to press his lips to your cheek, "You look beautiful."

Your grunt in response tells him everything he needs to know - that you know he's full of shit and you don't buy it. He laughs and gives you a playful slap on the ass as you crack a few eggs into a bowl.

"I'm gonna shower," he informs you, and with another quick peck to your cheek, he's gone.

You busy yourself in cooking; applying bacon to its own pan, putting cheese in Rafe's eggs just the way he likes it. He returns about ten minutes later, hair wet and sticking up all over the place. He has his dress shirt on but open, exposing his tan chest. He already has his dress pants on and his feet are bare; the smile on his face incomparable to any other sight in the world.

You return his smile and pour coffee into a mug for him as he approaches you, wrapping an arm around your waist and tucking his head into the crook of your neck to kiss.

"Good morning," you say quietly.

His nose nudges against your ear lobe, trailing back down your neck to whisper, "Good morning."

You turn around and face him, giving him another small smile. He brings one hand up to cup your jaw, pulling you in for a kiss. Even after months; so many months, so many kisses, he still makes you grin like an idiot every single day.

"Breakfast is ready," you say against his lips, pulling back slightly to hand him the coffee you poured out for him.

"Thank you," he smiles, accepting the mug, "Is this half-caf? I'll get you a mug, too-"

"It's not," you say, turning back to make his plate.

"You don't have to make the regular shit for me, baby," he mumbles, "I'll drink half-caf with you. Let me make you some."

You shake your head, turning around with his plate in your hand. He presses a kiss to your forehead and then sidesteps you to change the coffee out. He pours the remainder of his coffee into another mug, then changes the filter and and starts to scoop out the half-caffeine coffee he'd bought for you when you refused to stop drinking it altogether.

"Eat," you say, "You have to leave soon."

"Nah, I'm fine on time," he shrugs.

Once the coffee pot starts to hum, he spins around and starts over to you again. Just as you think he's going to wrap his arm around you, he leans over and snatches a piece of bacon from the plate you made for him. He laughs at your expression and then takes a bite, holding the remainder of the piece out for you.

"Delicious," you say teasingly, applauding your own cooking skills.

"Always is," he agrees.

"Busy day?" you ask absentmindedly as you walk back to the stove, grabbing one of the bacon strips you'd made for yourself and taking a bite.

"Yes," he groans, "I'll be home on time, though. Promise."

You snicker, glancing at the pot as it finishes up pouring out your coffee. Rafe steps to it and removes a mug from the cabinet for you, silently questioning your expression.

"I am capable of surviving if you're thirty minutes late, you know," you tease.

He rolls his eyes dramatically, "Not what I meant, but thank you for the reminder that I am expendable."

He's joking and you know it, doing that same playful pout he always does when he's teasingly making you feel bad. He's in the middle of pouring coffee when you step over to him, standing up on your tip-toes and grabbing his jaw to angle him just right to press your lips to his cheek.

"We couldn't survive without you," you remind him, taking his right hand and placing it on your bump.

"Mhm," he hums, "Think I need a little more convincing."

Now it's your turn to roll your eyes; pressing a kiss to his lips this time. When you pull back, you remove your full mug from his hand and mouth a quick 'thank you', then step over to the kitchen table with your plate.

"What about you?" he asks as he sits, "Busy day?"

You'd been doing some freelance work for Rose; needing a job to save money but not necessarily sure what exactly it would be. You and Rafe love to joke about him working for his dad and you working for his step-mom, but you know that they both really just want what's best for both of you.

"Oh, I'm sure," you shrug, "Haven't looked at my email yet, but I bet Rose has already given me five different things to do before noon."

He laughs and sips from his mug, then moves back over to his breakfast. Cooking for Rafe is one of your favorite things to do; he always loves it and looks so happy eating the food you spent time making for him.

When he finishes, he takes his plate to the sink and rinses it, then sticks it in the dishwasher. You stand too, already feeling the dread that comes with Rafe leaving you.

"Can you get the buttons for me, please?" he asks you.

He picks up his mug and finishes it off with one last gulp, standing in front of you with his open dress shirt. You know full well that he can get the buttons himself, but he told you once that he loves watching your tongue poke the side of your cheek when you concentrate on buttoning his shirts.

You smile and reach your hands out, innocently stroking his exposed skin before you get to work. He smirks, letting both of his hands rest on your hips as you work. When you reach the top button, you slow your movements, then reach up and stroke his jaw before extracting your hands completely. He smiles under the movement, then leans closer and grabs your coffee mug from the table behind you.

"I'll get you s'more before I go," he tells you.

You smile; wishing instantly you could ask him to stay home today. Every morning was like this; blaming the hormones on the fact that you feel so irrational about him leaving, although you're sure it's something else entirely. Knowing that you can care for yourself doesn't change that feeling; doesn't make it go away. His comfort, his care, his love keeps you warm, protected, safe.

You step into the living room, the desk Rafe bought for you when you started working resting happily against the window and cluttered with sticky notes and reminders of things you need to get done today. Powering on your laptop, you groan when you open your email and find four new ones. It's not even nine in the morning, yet, Rose is up and moving.

Rafe delivers your coffee and kisses your cheek as he sets it down, whispering in your ear that he's going to finish getting ready. You frown but nod, busying yourself in your emails.

He comes out a few minutes later, tie around his neck and car keys in his hand. He's put his shoes on and is holding a few file folders he brought home last night to work on while he sat through another Friends marathon you demanded to watch after dinner. He comes up behind you as you turn around, leaning down to give you a quick kiss.

"Season six tonight?" he whispers against your lips.

"Obviously," you smile.

He grins, "Text you when I'm on my way home. Let me know what you want to do for dinner, okay?"

You nod, "Okay."

He kiss the top of your head, "Have a good day, sweetheart."

"You too," you say, "One more."

He laughs and leans down once again, pressing another kiss to your lips. You jokingly whine when he pulls away, already moving toward the front door while he anxiously looks at his watch. Twenty minutes to drive five miles, you're sure he has the time.

"Gotta run," he says with a wave, "Lunch is in the fridge. Little guy wanted chicken salad, yeah?"

You laugh; him attributing making what you mentioned you'd been craving last night while he worked and you watched TV to your child. You're not sure when he'd had the time to put that together for you, your heart swelling in your chest at the idea of him getting up even earlier to make it.

"Thank you, baby," you smile.

"You're welcome. See you later."

You nod and watch him until he disappears, opening the front door and then turning around again.

"Love you," he calls.

"Love you, too," you say, spinning back around to your computer.

He closes and locks the door behind him, leaving you fully at his step-mother's mercy for the next eight hours. You sigh and get to work, mind almost fully focused on the chicken salad in the fridge and wondering if it's too early to crack that open.

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kingdaddydaichi · 3 years

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NSFW Alphabet || Katsuki Bakugou

I had so much fun with this! Vodka may or may not have been involved in the making of this little ditty. 🍸 I hope you shameless hussies enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. 😩

*Exhibit A:

(Source)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I feel like he gets clingy asf, but plays it off like it's something he's doing for your sake. He'll probably never admit that he feels so vulnerable after sex, but he does. If it was a rough session - which it usually is with him - he'll ask if you're okay, if you're hurt anywhere, kiss any marks he left on you - he's such a protective hero boi.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His: he's not gonna lie, he's fully aware of how well-endowed he is. He really is proud of his cock, the way it makes you sing when he works it - and he knows how to work it okay? Favorite non-sexual body part - his arms. He works hard to keep them cut (as in lifting, not cutting). 😬

Yours: listen, Katsuki is an ass man through and through. Go ahead and tell me I'm wrong, I'm 👏🏼 not 👏🏼 listening 👏🏼. He loves to watch the subtle ripples he sends through your ass cheeks when he's driving into you from behind. Also, our big scary boomboom man appreciates a nice, thicc pair of thighs. Bonus points if they're muscular/toned - he loves the way it feels when your thighs have such a strong grip around him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Let's just say our boy's orgasms are explosive. He cums hard and loud, shooting long ropes of his hot seed. Consistency is about average, not too thick, not to thin, but there's a lot of it. He doesn't taste too bad - salty, but not too bitter. You're more likely to gag from the sheer volume and force of his cum hitting the back of your throat than the flavor.

His precum gets honorable mention here. It's fucking delicious. That is all.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

It took him no less than 2 years into your relationship to tell you this, and if you ever tell anyone he might actually kill you, or at the very least make your ass bleed. He hasn't gotten to the point that he's ready to try it yet, but he's not entirely opposed to the idea of you pegging him. Someday. It kinda does make his balls tingle a little just thinking about it tbh. He hasn't yet, but he thinks he might be ready to try working up to it and is really close to asking you to stick a finger in his ass and stroke his prostate. He's heard how good it feels and he's super curious to find out for himself.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Not very experienced, actually. He's only had 1 or 2 lovers before you, BUT he's determined to be #1 at everything. Couple that with how perceptive he is and you've got yourself a winner of a loverboy. He's going to make damn sure that, even if things don't work out between you two, he will always ALWAYS be the best you've ever had. No other man will outdo him, E-V-E-R.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggystyle all the way, baby. As stated before, he loves watching your booty jiggle every time he slams his hips against it. He gets off on spreading your ass cheeks to watch his slick-coated cock slide in and out of you. God he just loves hitting it from behind, makes his dick so fucking hard.

Bonus 2nd Favorite Position (couldn't help myself): you on your back with your ankles on his shoulders, your ass lifted off the bed, him on his knees and hugging those thick thighs of yours, keeping them closed as he reams into you. (Slight variation of this one: he leans over you, nearly folding you in half, putting you back on your shoulders with his hands pressing into the mattress beside you, angling you such that his prominent corona rubs over your g-spot as he drills down into you. 10/10 you're gonna scream his name when (not if) your liquid gushes all over him.)

Tell me the truth, am I a disgusting human being? Here are all the fucks I give:

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Bakugou is serious asf about his sex game. This is not the time to joke around or poke fun at him, understand me? If you do he will get pissed and either fuck the silly out of you, or if he's feeling particularly ruthless he'll just stop altogether and let you ache for him as punishment until you beg him for release.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He takes care of his body, paying a lot of attention to his hygiene, which includes manscaping to keep his pubic hair trimmed and kempt. The carpet's just a shade darker than the drapes, like a honey blond. If he lets it grow out, it sticks straight out just like his head hair. It's actually kind of funny and he hates it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

*sigh* Let's be honest. Katsuki is not the super romantic type, at least not outwardly. However, if he realizes something he's doing is hurting you - physically or emotionally - he's going to stop dead in his tracks and hold you close, push his fingers through your hair, and tell you how much he loves you and how safe you are. He can be rough and he can be an asshole, but if he thinks he's genuinely hurt you at all, he's all over you, doing everything he can to make you understand that he will never let anyone hurt you, especially not himself. Got that?

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn't jack off very often. You two share a very active sex life so he doesn't see the need to. If you have to be apart for more than a day or two, he'll rub one out. Or if the need hits him particularly hard and you're not available or in the mood, he's not above closing his eyes and reaching into his pants to wrap his thick fingers around his cock and start tugging.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Lord Baby Jesus, where do I even begin? Kinky, kinky Katsuki. This man should come with warning signs and disclaimers.

First of all, he dom asf okay? Even if he lets you play with his ass someday, he's gonna be bratty about it. He's going to top from the bottom, hashtag facts. And trust that he WILL own you afterwards to securely reestablish his dominance.

Giving and Receiving: Hair pulling. DIRTY TALK - you think he's got a potty mouth in the streets? His mouth is downright filthy between the sheets. Loves it when you dirty talk right back to him. "You love taking my fat cock, don't you princess?" "Mm yessss, fuck me, Katsuki! Your cock feels so fucking good babyyy!" He eats that shit up.

Giving Only: Degradation. Praise. Spanking. Cockwarming. Dom/sub/power play. Shibari/ropework (he tried it bc you wanted to and he fucking loved it). Creampies. Begging. Discipline. Ravishment.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Literally anywhere inside your home/homes - bed, bathroom/kitchen countertops, kitchen/dining table, office desk/chair, any piece furniture is fair game really, up against a wall, washer/dryer, the fucking floor, ugh just all the places to fuck. Not one square foot is sacred tbh.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Wear something that showcases the curve of your butt. Doesn't have to be revealing per se, matter of fact he'll get possessive as fuck if you're showing too much skin in public. At home/privately though? He can't help himself. Dat ass tho...he is going to smack it hard enough that it stings and that's final, understand?

Tease him. You can't be obvious about it though. If he senses that you're doing it on purpose, it'll just backfire. But if you just so happen to brush against his crotch when you squeeze past him, it'll drive him crazy. Go commando in short shorts/skirt and cross your legs just so, his dick will twitch. Even better if you do shit like this in public where you know he won't act on it. But when you get home you best believe he's going to dick you down so hard, won't even bother to take said shorts or skirt off.

His ears and neck are his most sensitive erogenous zones. Whisper in his ear or kiss his neck and he's going to grit his teeth in an effort to fight back the shudder that threatens to rattle his bones.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Let's get one thing straight. Katsuki Bakugou does not share. This is non-negotiable. He will not agree to anything involving additional people - cuckolding, threesomes, orgies, exhibitionism, voyeurism (unless it's him watching you pleasure yourself - that he will gladly do, and probably start palming himself in the process).

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Loves giving and receiving. Giving puts him in full control of your pleasure, receiving makes him feel like you're worshipping his cock, which you probably are. Have you seen this man's cock? Of course you have. Gatdamn.

Y'all, Katsuki's so good at eating pussy. Like how does one get that good at eating pussy? I don't even know, but god the way he flicks his hot tongue over your precious, tiny bud before wearing it down like a fucking feed bag? It's unnatural. Like it could be his backup quirk if blowing shit up doesn't work out. You've seen the way he licks his lips when he gets excited, everyone has.* He doesn't even bother swallowing while he's feeding on you so you just be dripping in slick and saliva and he's just slurping away. It's lewd.

*See Exhibit A above.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

You already know this, but I'll say it anyway. His go-to fucking style is fast and rough, dominant and relentless, hard and dirty. But every once in a while he'll want to take you slow and deep and passionate. He'll hold you so tight in his arms and chest, you'll have to tap his shoulder sometimes to let you breathe. And he'll just roll his hips so fucking thoroughly both of you will feel every last inch, his pubic bone rubbing your clit so hard. You've told him so many times how much you love it when he makes love to you like this, but he maybe makes it a rare treat on purpose. 😈 Little shit.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies are difficult for our boy. It's not that he's against them, it's just that he savors every drop of sensuality, he has a tendency to draw the pleasure out as long as possible. He can’t help it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

The idea of having public sex turns him on, but he's only done it with you a couple of times when he was 10000% sure you wouldn't be caught. He can't risk doing anything that would tarnish his reputation and goal of becoming the #1 Hero. He might be freaky as hell, but he needs a sex scandal like an Alaskan needs a refrigerator.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He loves you long time. He's a Taurus for fuck's sake (well, Aries/Taurus cuspie, but that just sweetens the deal). Great stamina. Grinds you down like a whetstone. Can last as long as he needs to to ensure you cum for him as many times as it takes for you to beg him to stop. If he feels himself getting too close while you're blowing him, he'll stop you and go down on you instead. If he's inside of you, he'll pull out and start kissing all over your body, sucking, nipping, licking until his urge to cum passes, then he pushes it right back in and keeps going.

If on the off-chance he does cum before you, he'll be ready to go again in about 20-30 mins. Just give him some motivation, he deserves it.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He didn't own any toys when you first got together, but you did. He hated the idea of you using them though, especially when he's right there with you. You've since assured him that you don't want to use them to replace him, but to enhance the pleasure. So now you do use them from time to time.

The first time you managed to coax him into using a toy together, it was a small wireless bullet with a remote. When you brought it out and showed it to him, there was a wild glint in his eye. He carefully inserted the vibrator into you, his cock slowly following suit. He loved the fact that he had complete control over this thing, but later complained because the sensation of it against the head of his cock made him cum too fast. He still wants to use it sometimes though. 😏

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh he can be so unfair. He loves teasing you until you're begging him to put his cock inside you. He's not so much into orgasm denial per se; he just loves to hear you beg him for shit - to let you cum, to suck his dick, to stop fucking you when you're overstimmed, etc.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Lol he's fucking LOUD! And he's going to make you cum so hard that you're screaming his fucking name. There was a time when one or both of you lived in an apartment and the neighbors would bang on the wall behind your headboard.

Shit, what sounds does he NOT make? He growls, moans, grunts, groans, yells, swears, fucks you so hard you can hear the wet sound of slapping skin, hell even the bed protests. Another reason he doesn't fuck in public - he can't stay quiet enough to be discreet about it.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Okay, as much of a wild sex beast as he is behind closed doors, he gets embarrassed so easily when your sex life is so much as hinted at around others. It's legit funny how flustered he gets about it.

If he goes into work real tired and Kirishima says, "Hey Bakubro, you look like shit this morning. You and (y/n) stay up too late?" while doing the finger in the hole gesture, Katsuki will just "Shut the fuck up, Shitty Hair, or I'll blast your ass right through that fucking wall!"

Or if you two go out together with friends and the girls are talking about sex-related stuff, Katsuki will just roll his eyes and try to ignore it. But if one of them is all "So, (y/n), does Bakugou ever like accidentally let off explosions while you're doing it?" and you wink and say, "Only when he's especially *cough* frustrated *cough*". Katsuki will go red from his neck up to his hairline and start stuttering, sparks flying from his palms. "H-hey, d-don't tell them sh-shit like that! I-it's none of their god-goddamn b-business, (y/n), what th-the f-fuck?!" Meanwhile, you and the girls are in stitches while he stomps away, just mortified, bless his heart. When you catch your breath from laughing you'll follow it up with, "Looks like tonight's gonna be one of those nights", and you all lose it again.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

As has been mentioned, Bakugou's well-endowed. I figure he's packing about 7.5-8" in length x just under 2" wide. He takes some getting used to, that's for damn sure. Oh, and he's more of a shower than a grower. Like around 6" long x 1.5" wide when flaccid. Katsuki + sweatpants/basketball shorts = swinging dick print, alright sis? Take notes, this motherfucker visibly jumps when he does, class dismissed.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Eh, he's surprisingly not ridiculously horny. Maybe a little above average sex drive? A lot of times hero work just takes it out of him and he comes home utterly exhausted and just needs a soft place to land, and you provide him with all the love and nurturing in your heart. ❤

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends, really, on the time of day and what type of day it's been. If it's late (like past 9pm lol) and he fought more villains than usual that day, he's probs gonna pass out pretty soon after. If it's earlier in the day - especially first thing in the morning - it gets him pumped and almost comically genki.

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yourmidnightlover · 3 years

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decisions

summary - reader wants spencer's attention and gets it the one way she knows how to, leading to a long night, leading to soft aftercare

tw - smut, spitting, spanking, face-fucking, oral (male and female receiving), overstimulation, fingering, breeding kink, choking, squirting, slight subspace, subdrop, aftercare, dom!spencer

wc - 4,164

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decisions made in the past lead to things you could never think of. making the decision to wake up. making the decision to turn right instead of left. making the decision to tease your boyfriend.

and that very decision lead you to where you are now.

you remained face down in the bed, your back arched up as high as it would go - more like as high as spencer deemed it to go. your heart had been racing all night, really, you never got a break.

you and spencer had been in a committed relationship for almost two years now. spencer had become very dominant in the bedroom, and you truly didn't mind. you had all the proper precautions to take if necessary. you had discussed a safe word and hard boundaries. he wanted to let you know that you were safe with him, while in bed or otherwise.

spencer knew your body. he knew it, arguably, better than you did, which is why you were okay with submitting yourself fully and completely to the gorgeous man. he knew when you couldn't take anymore and when you needed to be loved on rather than spanked.

but earlier out with the team you had been a bad girl.

you were impatient, teasing spencer by letting your hand rest dangerously high on his thigh. you wore a dress that revealed more cleavage than most of your outfits. the thing that made spencer break was when you excused yourself to the bathroom, only to come back and place your panties, which were wet with your arousal, in spencer's lap with an innocent smile.

in an instant, his hand was on yours as he muttered some excuse to leave promptly. you couldn't deny the excitement that coursed through your veins at the thought of what he would do to you once you got home.

you sat in the passenger seat of the car, your thighs pressing together in attempt to relieve any tension that had been building since you saw him in his stupidly hot suit. he quickly brought his hand to your thighs, spreading them apart once more.

"no," he barked. "you've been a brat all night. you don't get to reward yourself. you'll see what happens to brats when we get home."

"i don't know..." you trailed off, wanting to push his buttons even further. "i think no matter what you do it'll be a reward for me."

"just wait until we get home to test that theory," he said in an eerily calm voice, his hands still separating your thighs.

in your mind, you had won. you had his attention on you just like you had practically begged for all night.

you barely got him to yourself nowadays. you were always on a case and when you weren't on a case you were out with the team or he was with derek. you hadn't had any adult, alone time in a little over a month, and you were getting needy. you had worn the outfit in attempt to just make spencer skip the dinner altogether, opting to just stay with you instead. turns out, he didn't really care about that either.

so, really, your brattiness was reasonable.

your loving dom wasn't giving you the attention you wanted so you got it yourself. no biggy.

"i want you to go inside," he growled as he put the car in park, "and strip for me. when i get in our bedroom you should be in position in wait. got it?"

"yes, sir," you nodded as you unbuckled your seatbelt, turning to get out.

"oh, and princess," you smirked at the nickname before turning around. "don't you dare touch yourself."

"y-yes, sir," you nodded once again as you made your way inside, leaving a trail of clothing once you closed the door.

you slid your jacket off first, placing it on the third step of the stairs and placing your heels on the top of them. you laid your dress down in the hallway and your bra once you walked into the room. you positioned yourself by kneeling in front of your full-length mirror, your gaze turned towards the floor in wait.

after what felt like ages, you heard the door creak open, followed by the footsteps of your boyfriend.

"what am i to do with you?" he questioned to himself.

you turned to see him standing over you, his pupils blown wide with lust from the sight of you so vulnerable... ready... submissive... his.

"did i say you could look at me, pet?" he barked as he bent down to grasp your chin firmly, opening your mouth for him to spit inside of it. "swallow, sweet girl," he grinned maniacally as he watched you gulp. "that's right."

he looked at you as if he were contemplating his purpose in life. with such intent and thought you knew you were in for it.

"get up," he rasped as he dragged you up by your chin, walking you over to the bed as he sat down. "bend over my lap," he ordered.

who were you to disobey?

"alright, princess," his hand trailed over the curve of your ass, squeezing the fat of your thighs once he got low enough. "i'm gonna spank you as much i feel necessary for your behavior tonight," he began. "i want you to count each one for me. follow the rules and use your safe word if necessary, alright?" his free hand came up to stroke your hair tenderly.

"yes, sir," you rasped. "i understand."

thwap!

"one," your hips wiggled around before he grabbed them, grounding them to his thighs to keep you still.

thwap!

"t-two," you numbered off, feeling the slight sting from his ring he wore on his pinky on occasion.

thwap!

"thr-three."

his lashes became harder and more frequent until he eventually let up, which was about after a total of 10 swats. by the time they were done you had tears and mascara streaking down your face.

"good girl," he praised as he admired the red marks left behind on your skin, some of them already bruising. "on your knees for me."

you quickly shuffled out of his lap and onto the floor, trying your best not to irritate the skin on your ass as he made his way in front of you. he undid the buttons on his shirt as well as his buckle, pulling his hard cock out and stroking it a few times before slapping it off on your cheek.

"open wide," he commanded before slamming his length into your mouth, not giving you a chance to get used to him before he thrust at a rapid pace. "fuck," he groaned. "this is what happens when my little slut decides to be a brat all night."

the sight before you made you wetter than you had been before. his head was thrown back in pleasure as his thrusts continued. tears were pricking the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill over while his hands flew to the back of your head, forcing his cock down deeper than before.

"only thing your mouth is good for, yea?" he groaned as he pulled on your hair. "only good for pleasing me when i want you to. you're my little fuck thing," you moaned around his dick in agreement, the tears now streaming down your face before he yanked you off of his cock. "lay down on your back on the bed."

you got up as quickly as you could, quickly admiring the quick bruising of your knees from kneeling on the hard floor before laying on the bed. you saw him take off his shirt and pants, leaving him just as naked as you.

"hmm," he paced to the bed slowly, making you wait even more before he finally ran his hand along your face. "what did you do wrong bunny?"

"i-i was impatient with you," you mumbled. "i teased you," you listed off. "i was mouthy," you poured, looking down at your hands to avoid his disappointed gaze.

"you're right," he agreed. "you misbehaved a lot tonight, princess," he ran his hand along your hair once more. "so you'll take whatever i give you and be grateful for it."

"i'll take whatever you give me and be grateful," you nodded, eager to do anything and everything he wanted.

he ran his hands down to your clit, rubbing it side to side gently, just how you like it. you immediately cling to his arm, keeping his closer to you as you pressed a kiss to his shoulder.

"that feel good?" he asked, "you like it when i touch you like this?"

"yes, yes. i like it so much," you moaned at the relief flossing through your veins. "please, sir."

"please what?"

"mmm, please let me cum!" you shouted, feeling so close to the edge from such little stimulation. "pleaasee?"

there was a split second when you thought he would grant you an orgasm. a split second when you felt that euphoria flood over you. then, in an instant, it was gone along with his hand.

"fucking hell!" you shouted at the frustration. you had been so close only for him to take it away.

"hey," he barked, grabbing your face and squeezing your cheeks together once more. "what did we say about you taking what i give you?"

"that i'll be grateful for it," you muttered underneath your breath, squeezing your thighs together to try to get that pleasure once more.

"exactly. and grateful little sluts like you don't get to complain," he reprimanded you, finally releasing your face as he slammed his fingers into your pussy at a relentless rate.

"oh my god!" you yelled, sucking on his shoulder to try and ground yourself.

"yea, you like being treated like a little whore, huh? you like me slamming into your tight little fucking pussy," he groaned into your ear. "i own this pussy. i use it when i want where i want."

"it's your pussy; you own me," you mumbled into his skin, your pussy tightening around his fingers.

"such a good play thing for me," he chuckled, curling his fingers to hit that special spot inside of you. "so eager to take whatever i give you."

"whatever you give me," you repeated back, not knowing what else to say as you felt that familiar feeling building inside of you quickly before he yanked his hand away.

instead of saying anything, you learned your lesson, you just whined from the loss. the feeling of his hand now gone entirely from your pussy.

"please, sir," you whined into his shoulder, your nails digging into the skin.

"not yet, princess," he kissed your cheek. "you're still in trouble for earlier. making me hard in front of all of our friends isn't cute, bunny."

"mmm," you kissed his skin once again. "'m really sorry, sir."

"i know you are," he laughed. "but that doesn't get you off the hook. your punishment isn't over yet."

"mm'kay," you sighed.

he finally, for the first time that night, brought his lips to yours as he crawled on top of you. he took your bottom lip between his, pulling away gently as you started grinding your core against his leg. he allowed you to do this, surprisingly, and only smiled against your lip at the feeling of your wet center on his leg.

to help you out a bit, he started grinding his leg against you, quickly building up the tension in your core once more. he could tell you were getting close when you began whining into his lips, your hands wringing the hair on the back of his neck.

and then he snapped his leg away. you bit down on his lips gently, not because you were upset - although you were, but because you were surprised from the sudden action. so this time he let it slide.

"i know, princess," he grinned once more at your disappointment before trailing kisses down your collarbone.

"'m so sorry, sir," you repeated once more. "'m sorry, 'm sorry," you continued on before his lips met with your center, you groaned out in pleasure.

"fuck, your pussy is so wet for me, so pretty," he blew over your core, your hips bucked up to meet his mouth once more, he let out a laugh at your eagerness.

"feels so good," you praised, your hands finding their rightful place in his hair and gently pulling it, he let out a groan into your pussy as he began eating you out like you hadn't already eaten dinner. "please, sir! please! 'm so close!" you ground your hips against his face. he entered two fingers inside of your pussy and curling them as he had earlier that night.

"let go, bunny," he smiled against you as you shouted in pure ecstasy, your hips grinding faster as his lips continued their attack on your clit.

"ugh, yes!" you moaned out. "thank you, sir. thank you so much," you said over and over like a mantra, too dumb to be able to say anything else.

"good job," spencer praised as he began kissing up your body, worshipping every once of it. "so pretty for me. my dumb little bunny," he smiled against you as his lips circled your breast, his teeth barely grazing your nipple.

"thank you, sir," you repeated once more. it was when you shifted your legs once more that you realized how painfully hard he was. "use me."

when spencer looked into your eyes he saw them glossed over, a look on your face that only reflected your devotion for him. he connected your lips once more before pulling back.

"use me to make you feel good, sir," you asked again. "please?"

"you want me to fuck you, princess?" he asked, a devious look in his eyes.

"mhmm," you nodded eagerly. "i want you to fuck me really hard, sir."

"m'kay bunny," he replied with a grin before slamming his long member into you.

"ugh!" you moaned out at the feeling of being stretched so much but so, so good.

he didn't give you time to adjust before he started ramming into you quickly. the tears that were once in your eyes were returning from the pressure you felt. your pussy clamped around his dick, his hips stuttering inside of you.

"fuck, princess," he groaned into your ear, his hands wrapping around your throat. "i'm gonna fill this pussy up. use my little fuck toy however i please. let everyone know you're mine; let you remember who you belong to, who owns you."

"yes, yes!" you cried out. "please fill me up! need it, please!"

he pulled out of you quickly, flipping you over onto your knees before slamming into you once more. his hands drew your hips as high as they could go into the air, pushing your chest down into the mattress, consequently muffing your cries. he got so deep inside of you, you were able to feel him hitting your cervix as the tears flew down your face. the slaps he gave on your ass made the marks he made earlier sting once more. he grabbed your hands, pinning them behind your back after he gathered them into one of his.

"my dumb whore loves it when i'm rough with her, yea?" he groaned out. "when i get so fucking deep in her she can barely speak?"

"yea, yes!" you agreed, unable to do anything but.

"fuck, princess," spencer's hips stuttered as he slammed into you even quicker, his hands reaching up to circle your clit rapidly. "i want you to cum, bunny. cum with me. gonna fill you up, make you a mother, make me a fucking dad. shit!" he moaned as he felt your pussy clench around him once more, signaling your orgasm nearing you.

his pace continued quickly. before you knew it, you were cumming all over the sheets.

"fuck, yes!" you shouted, your squirt soaking spencer's dick as he came inside you.

"just like that, bunny," he laughed out. "keep going," he ordered as his hand continued to run at your pearl, his thrusts fucking his cum back into you.

when you squirt one more time over his dick, his laugh echoed in the room as your cry was muffled by you shoving your head into the pillow.

"so good for me, princess," he praised as he tried to pulled out of you, you whined, reaching up to grab his hand to stop him. "shh," he cooed. "i'll be right back," he pressed a kiss to your back before pulling out of you, chuckling when he heard your whine from the stimulation.

when he returned, he noticed you were in the exact same position. your face was turned to the side but still pressed into the sheets, your ass remained in the air, the slaps and bruised prominent. he walked over to the bed, dining his hand along your spine as he sat down beside you. when you saw he was there, you looked up at him and smiled.

"hi," you said groggily.

"hi, y/n," he smiled, his hand now running through your hair. "ready to get cleaned up?" he asked kindly.

"mm-mm," you shook your head the best you could. "'m tired, wanna sleep."

"i know, bunny. but we need to get you cleaned up first. what if you took a bath, yea?" he asked.

"with you?" you questioned, your eyes wide with hope.

"of course, bunny," he pressed a kiss to your forehead as his hands wiped the still wet tears from your face.

he took your arms and helped you sit up, guiding you to your feet so he could walk you to the bathroom. he set you on the toilet as he started on the bath for you, being sure to add your favorite bubbles, bath salts, and essential oils to help you relax. when you were both done, he guided you to the tub, helping you step inside with your wobbly legs.

he admired you as he began washing your face, smiling slightly as you winced from the spankings you received earlier meeting the warm water. the mascara that stained your face, the rosiness that remained on your cheeks - all the more reason to love you more. the way that even after being ruined you still looked so beautiful would always remain a mystery to him.

but the thing that had puzzled him since the day you agreed to go out with him was how he managed to get a girl so perfect. you were perfect, even in your imperfections. the way you were so patient with him in the beginning stages of your relationship, letting him reveal his past to you when he was ready. you let him make the first move in the physical touch department, knowing how he was sometimes uncomfortable with it. you were so overwhelmingly you that he couldn't imagine how you could love him.

"getting in?" you questioned as he sat on the side of the tub, just looking at you.

"yes," he kissed your hairline. "i'm getting in."

you scooted forward in the tub so he could fit perfectly behind you. his arms wrapped around you perfectly; you were made for them. your head lie against his chest, his chin resting on top of your head.

you sat there in silence with each other, knowing you didn't need anything but each other in that moment. it was comforting, just the presence of one another. the warmth of your lover pressed against your back as you relished in the rare moment you had alone with one another. you missed these moments, you barely ever got them anymore.

"what's wrong, bunny?" spencer questioned upon hearing your sniffles. you didn't realize you were crying until he pointed it out.

"'m sorry," you apologized, quickly wiping the tears from your eyes.

"you don't need to say sorry," he pulled back to look at you, tears still flowing. "really bad subdrop, huh, bunny?" he asked sweetly, his hands cupping your face.

"mhmm," you nodded, closing your eyes and sniffling once more.

"you did so good for me, y/n," he pressed a kiss to your lips. "my special girl, always taking care of me."

you smiled at the sentiment, taking a deep breath to try and regulate your emotions.

"i love you, bunny," he said. "so, so much."

"love you, spence," you smiled against his lips. "feel floaty."

"i know, honey," he kissed you once more. "let's get out so we can get you hydrated, yea?"

"yes, sir," you agreed, trying to stand on your own but failing, falling down back into the tub and pouting.

"it's alright," he mumbled, standing up himself and quickly drying off and getting dressed. "here," he placed his hands under your arms and pulled you up, letting you put your body weight on him as you got out.

he grabbed a soft towel and dried you off, you placed your hands on his shoulders for balance. then he grabbed your fluffy robe and wrapped it around your body.

"alright, can you lay on your stomach for me?" he asked as he guided you into the room, you nodded your head as you crawled into bed. "good girl," he praised.

he reached into the drawer by his side of the bed, retrieving the special lotion for your wounds. he lifted the robe up enough for him to tend to you. running the lotion into your red, bruised bottom, he heard you whine softly, probably trying to muffle your discomfort, from the contact.

"i know, sweetie, i know," he murmured. "i'm almost done."

once he was done, he quickly ran to the kitchen to get you some chocolate and water. when he came back into the room he helped you sit up, guiding the water to your mouth slowly to help you drink.

"good job, honey," he pressed a kiss to your cheek. "chocolate? it'll help keep your blood pressure up," he offered.

"mm'kay," you nodded, leaning your head on his shoulder as he fed you the candy. when you were finished with it, you finally spoke up, "'m sorry i was a bad girl," you mumbled.

"you weren't bad, sweetie," he corrected. "just a bit impatient, is all."

"mm-mm," you disagreed.

"okay, why were you a 'bad girl' tonight?" he indulged you.

"'cause i just wanted your attention. we never get any time together anymore 'n' i miss you a lot. you only pay attention when i'm a bad girl," you explained to him.

spencer felt his heart crack at the reveal. you were only acting that way because he didn't put enough attention on you, the girl he's truly in love with. and he punished you for wanting his love and attention and now he felt like a dick.

"oh sweet girl," he whispered, his hand bringing your face towards his. "i'm so sorry. i didn't even realize why you were acting that way. i should've asked you why, or maybe just paid more attention," he sighed, looking into your glazed-over eyes. "i'm so sorry, bunny."

"no, no," you pressed your hands to his face. "don't say sorry. i shouldn't have been bad."

"you could never be bad," he smiled at your devotion.

"whatever you say," you smiled as he kissed you once more.

"let me take this robe and get you some clothes to sleep in, alright?" he whispered softly.

"can i sleep in your clothes?" you asked shyly, as if spencer could ever say no to you.

"of course you can," he felt his heart swell as he went off to grab you a pair of his boxers and an old sweater of his.

when he returned he helped you out then on, you lifted your hips and raised your arms to aid him. he snuggled in behind you, wrapping his arms around your torso much like he had when he was in the bath with you. you turned around to face him one last time to press a kiss to his lips before nuzzling into his chest. his arms shifted to move around your shoulders and waist, your leg thrown over one of his own.

having your breathing lull him to sleep was a tune he would never get tired of playing. nights like these, cuddled up with one another, safe in each other's grasp, were the reason he knew his decision was the right one.

the decision to buy the ring. the decision to make the plan. the decision to propose tomorrow. the decision to spend the rest of his life with you.

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Quick.

Little time and I'm being chased.

Who:

1. Buys you make up to see you in it on a nice date.

2. Buys you in it to ruin it at the end of the night?

3. Tests the 'waterproof' claims of your mascara at the end of the night.

4. Tests the smear proof claims of your lipstick--in the car. ......or before you make it out of the apartment, to go on the date.

Bonus:

Who wears some of your makeup and makes out with you?

Ahhh, Roomie! Ugh, I think you know where I'm gonna start, given all the makeup talk from Kittenfishing. But damn you led me down some sexy roads with this ask. I'll try not to blush too hard...

Q: Who buys you makeup to see you in it on a nice date? A: Yoongi

Those eyes looking you up and down, tongue licking his lips, easy and open stance in his chair, limbs apart and not grabbing you only because there's a dinner table separating your bodies. "Let's go," he says again, knee bouncing quickly. You smile, taking your sweet, sweet time with your sweet, sweet dessert, still feeling so thrilled at the bold colors that Yoongi picked out for you. A deep, rich, pigmented fuschia for your eyes. A softer shade for just a dab of blush. And a slightly warmer shade for your lips. He wants to taste it on that tongue that is now roving from lip corner to lip corner. "What's the rush?" you joke, as you raise another spoonful of your pudding to your lips, careful to clean the silver without ruining your look. Yoongi grunts at the sight of the spoon exiting your lips, shining in the candlelight. He bites his lip and drums his fingertips on the table, getting hard at the thought of him wandering around your favorite shelves for shades that he liked, picturing you smiling at his attentive knowledge, and then returning home to watch you put it on so expertly. He remembers thinking that the impressed attraction he felt for you then must be the way you feel when you watch him the studio, each delicate movement of your fingers purposeful and masterful in its execution. But now he wants those fingers on him. You still aren't done with dessert when he gives another insistent, "Let's. Go." But with those periods between the words, you know this is the last time he'll say it without force. And by the way he reaches for you in the backseat of your towncar, you know that he can't wait until you get home to finally do something about the incredible way you look.

Q: Who buys you it to ruin it at the end of the night? A: Namjoon

Namjoon is a considerate person. He keeps extra tampons at his place, always your preferred brand. He's started using your body wash and shampoo because it's convenient, but also because he wants to smell you all over him. And he has your favorite makeup wipes, one stack in the bathroom next to the cup for your toothbrush, and one stack in the bedroom for when you're feeling lazy after a long night. But neither stack is being used tonight. You couldn't even make it into the bedroom, let alone the bathroom. You're bent over the couch in the living room, and Namjoon's thumbs smear your bronzer across your cheeks before the heat between you starts to make it evaporate altogether. "Fuck," Namjoon mutters, watching your beads of sweat start to peel the foundation from your skin. His eyes flick up to your raccoon eyes, like battle scars. He's giving it to you that hard. He loves seeing you come apart in layers, always delighted to see the rawest, purest you underneath becoming unveiled. "Sexy," he breathes into your face, before swallowing your next kiss. You can't even feel the sting of eyeliner in your eyes because Namjoon is flooding every single one of your senses. Pain. Pleasure. Not yet in the balance you like, perhaps precisely because Namjoon is so caring. "Go harder," you plead, "don't hold out," clutching his back, scratching marks as bold in color as your lipstick, but as razor thin as your lip liner. "Yeah?" Namjoon gasps, his long shaft piercing you on its next stroke. "God, I was hoping..." He pulls back. When he slams back into you, you wail. "Had it in my mind to ruin you tonight," he admits, before slupring your lips up with his.

Q: Who tests the "waterproof" claims of your mascara at the end of the night? A: Jungkook

"Damn, jagi," Jungkook coos, as you take more of him inside. Even though he's so thick, his slick shaft slides so easily in, and you swear his perfect crown is edging into your stomach with the way he's filling you up. "How are you fucking doing that?" he whines, trying his best to keep still. You moan, and he shivers at the way your throat vibrates against his most sensitive skin. You fondle his balls and make him buck sideways, those strong thighs helping him to keep in place. But you don't need him to stay so still. You run your hands up and down his thighs, free of the restaurant required casual business attire now that you're both home and in bed. You feel each muscle of those thighs with your soft hands, and you moan, trying to coax him into the movements he so desperately wants to make. "Sure?" Jungkook asks, peeking down at you, jaw set and strained, that one adorable dimple showing how much effort he's really putting in to control himself. You nod and shine your eyes up at him, tears rolling down from their outer corners, dripping across your temples, taking the black ink of your mascara with it and diving into your taut hairline. You feel pinpricks there as Jungkook tightens his fist even more around your gathered mane and sighs a warning. "OK..." He whines and grunts as he pumps, and you swear that you could come just from the sound. "Gonna come," he whimpers, as if reading your mind. "Gonna come on that pretty face. All over it." You whimper back, squeezing his package and making him keen. "Cream all over you," he goes on. "Wipe that mascara off if the tears won't do it." You tighten your throat, and he cries out, sliding out of you and tracing your cheeks and lips with his head. You circle his shaft with hands moistened by your pussy's arousal, and then he releases his own arousal all over you, just like he said he would. "Waterproof my ass," he chuckles, as he reaches down to wipe your eyes with his thumbs. "Mmm," you groan, words enhanced by the rasp Jungkook's cock has given you, "so you're saying you want to play with your ass next?..."

Q: Who tests the smear proof claims of your lipstick in the car or before you make it out of the apartment to go on the date? A: Taehyung

Your lipstick never had a chance against Taehyung's thumb, pulling smearing your lipstick on its tight and rough journey across your lips, pushed into a pout by the force he's slamming into you, and the force he's slamming your body into the front door behind you. He can't get enough of the sight, your bold, signature, classic red spread across your chin and cheek like war paint. "Tae," you whine, eyes screwing tight and closed when he tugs on your hair to reveal your neck. "Tae, we... they're waiting..." His grunt asks his question for him. Why are you still asking questions? Why are you so worried about your dinner party? Isn't it clear how the rest of the night will unfold? "Just you and me tonight, jagi," he growls at you. "Thought this was making tha clear." You yelp when he picks you up and slams your back harder against your front door. Everything's starting to come apart. Your heels have fallen to the floor. Your dress will need repairs. And at Taehyung's incredible, deep, satiating stroke, your body is threatening to break down completely, like your mind already is. "Tae... more... fuck..." You worry that the hinges of your door won't hold, and that you'll spill into the hallway for everyone to see. But as your orgasm washes over you, the way your velvety soft lipstick has over your face, and Tae's, you don't care. All you want is more of this feeling, of Tae filling in the voids of your world with such violently bright and real color.

Bonus Q: Who wears some of your makeup and makes out with you? A: Jimin

There's a few things that you and Jimin share. Your one-bedroom loft in the city. Your favorite food. Your friends, who are no doubt already waiting at your favorite restaurant for your reservation time. But there are few things you are as fond of as your shared giggles, resonating against the walls and floating into the sky at any given time, smiles always so random and free. You're giggling together now, both of you looking in the bathroom mirror as you put makeup on yourselves, pausing only to reach over to each other to dab something equally random on. You swipe Jimin with a brush of your blush, and he playfully pouts at having to redo his foundation to void himself of the spacey pink. As you're perfecting your attempt at a floating liner, he tells you that you need to extend your line a little more on the left, jokingly judging your elbow and making you scribble into your now ruined cheek. You scoff and start throwing all kinds of powders and creams at each other, until Jimin wraps your arms up with his and smiles at your pink-blue-red-purple-gold-black-splotched face. You smile into his. And Jimin's eyes fall to your lips. "Is that a new gloss?" he asks. You nod slowly. "Mmhmm." You smack your lips. "Cherry." Jimin's pupils darken as he feels your soft body with his soft hands, pressing his stiffening cock into your thighs, head getting wet with his juices, and making you glad that you stayed in your robe to put your face on. "I think I need a bit of gloss, too," Jimin says playfully. You move to reach for the tube, but he kisses you instead, smearing and staining and sticking. You gasp for air when he finally lets you, and you notice in your daze that his fingers are unknotting your robe. "We're gonna be late," you chide. Jimin grins sneakily. "Did you think we were really gonna go anywhere with you looking like that?" he jokes, making you pinch and bite his arms and shoulders. He lets out a groan at your nips and nibbles, and then he pulls you in closer. Tighter. Deeper into him, like the kiss he completely sweeps you up in. The robe falls to the ground. "Want you all to myself tonight, jagi," he whispers, fingers tracing down to your weeping pussy. "What do you say?"