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accursedhex · 8 months

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𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐄.

A/N: It was a moment of weakness. I am losing my mind at this very moment and I need another drink. And just Perhaps, just Maybe… I couldn’t stop thinking about Mingyu’s hands.

GENRE: Smut. [ MDNI ]

T/W: Fingering, body worship (I suppose), marking, unprotected sex (please for the love of god wrap your shit irl), penetrative intercourse; Mingyu is obsessed with you. No, like literally raging stalker level obsessed. Let me know if there’s anything I should I add, thanks.

SYNOPSIS: You’ve been Mingyu’s muse for quite some time now. Though, you didn’t realize just how deeply infatuated the two of you have become. I am unsure as to how, seeing as his studio is filled with nothing but pieces of You.

W/C: 1.2 K

♫ : primavera

His hand around your throat feels a lot like a tender caress.

Your mouth gapes, eyes fluttering, breath stuttering. You do nothing to stop him as his mouth smashes itself upon yours. Lips pliant, eager even as your hands grasp desperately at his form. Fingers tangling in the fabric of his clothes as he presses you against the nearest wall.

Heat radiates from his frame as it easily crowds over you, enveloping you. You felt as though you were being swallowed whole, consumed by his presence.

“Isn’t that what we all crave?” He would whisper in your ear, deft fingers tracing over every curve and divot of your body.

“To consume,” his fingers root in your hair. “To be consumed,” his breath fans over your throat with every syllable. “To consume; is to be,” words barely even a whisper as he sinks his teeth into your skin.

A shudder travels up your spine, to the tips of your fingers and down to your toes. His tongue laving at every raw mark he leaves, with teeth and tongue no inch of you is left unscathed in his wake.

He’d mutter nonsense and you’d devour every word like it was your religion. A devout follower, diligent in your prayers— his name falling from the tip of your tongue like a forbidden sacrament. You weren’t sure when you got here, or even how— at his mercy, at his beholding.

Infatuation; your pulse roared in your ears. Obsession; your lungs threatened to burst with every kiss exchanged. Call it what you will, there was no taste like his on your palate. There was nothing like the sound of his name pouring from your tongue; “Mingyu,” breathy and heady.

His grasp was bruising, and yet, somehow, he held you as if you were a delicate flower. Centering the both of you, there was a pull neither of you could fight. The same way the moon encircles the earth, you were his world, spun it on its axis. As if together you had hung the stars in the sky and gave life to everything beneath.

“Again,” he urges, hands making easy work of your clothes.

“Mingyu,” you breathe, he was your air.

“Again.” A hand slips between your thighs and you let your head roll back with a sharp breath of air.

“Mingyu.”

Maybe there was a madness to it all, the way his eyes pierced you as you fell into pleasure. You were his muse, pushing him over the edge of insanity. To find himself; his breaking point. He’s told you as much as you had laid many a night sprawled upon silks as he drank in your form.

“You’re perfect,” he voices his awe, thick fingers trailing against your core.

Your breath hitches as he collects your essence, sinking those digits into you.

Mingyu’s eyes are as dark as the midnight sky just outside, racing over your features. Looking everywhere the eye could see, tracing every line, every curve. From the arch of your brow, to the tremble of your lip, to the flutter of your lashes and the desire that clouded your eyes as he worked his fingers into you.

He had committed every bit of you to his memory. His paintings that flooded his apartment could attest to that, the sculptures that were eerily life like were tribute to you.

“Can’t get enough of you.”

Your thighs spread, hips rocking forward against his hand. Fingers scissor and thrust into you, his mouth working a new piece of artwork upon the blank canvas on your skin. You could come undone upon his fingers alone any day, he made sure of that as he works you closer to your own edge. Nudging you, coaxing you, sweet words of encouragement stuck like honey.

“Always so fucking perfect,” his voice strained, much like his own clothed need as it prodded against your thigh.

He wished he could capture every sound in his work, it was the only thing his pieces were missing. Maybe that’s why it drove him mad whenever your voice bounced off the walls of his loft, with every gasp and pant of his name, every pitch and crack of your voice. The moans— “Fuck,” he grunts out at the way you squeeze around him and the moan that follows was icing on the cake.

“Close... so fucking close, don’t stop,” you labor out, praying your knees don’t give out as Mingyu continues to sandwich you between himself and the wall.

“That’s it baby,” he coaxes, nipping along your jaw. “Just like that, come on. Give it to me, mhm?”

With every slide, you could barely keep yourself together. His thumb coming to tease over your bundle of nerves, sending sparks up your spine, eyes rolling back as a plethora of noises fall from your lips unrestrained. It wasn’t long until you were tumbling over that edge, reaching that pinnacle you had so truly needed, the knot in your stomach snapping. Thighs quivering, knees trembling, you have to hold tight to him as not to collapse right there as pleasure ebbs the corners of your vision.

There’s a guttural noise that sounds from Mingyu before he’s all too easily handling you, spreading you upon his desk. It rocks, jostled by the abrupt force of two bodies bearing down upon it. He rids you of the tattered slip that had scantily covered you.

His hands are on you in an instant, from the swell of your chest, to the dip of your waist, and the curve of your hips. His hair mused, locks out of place, his shirt missing a few buttons as it hung from his broad frame. You could make out the rise and fall of his bare chest, the way every muscle rippled as he let his shaft spring loose, slapping against his abdomen as you follow down his happy trail.

You grab for him, fisting his shirt as your lips meld together. He finds you, still basking in the aftermath of euphoria but greedy enough for more. Your free hand wrapping around his length as it throbs under your touch, thumbing at the pearlescent substance that had gathered, smearing it upon the raging tip. He curses, your name on his lips.

“Please.”

“Please?”

“Mingyu.”

“As if I could deny you.”

The both of you let out a slew of swears, though, yours were perhaps a little less coherent as he bottoms out. He offers his condolences as he smatters your face in messy kisses, lips grazing the corners of your mouth as he loses himself in your heat. Your body bending and arching, tears springing into your eyes even despite the preparation.

He kisses the salt from the corners of your eyes, murmuring heartfelt apologies. Mumbled apologies, “I’m sorry,” followed by desperate words, “I can’t help myself.”

You weren’t sure who was more of a mess at the moment. Hips rutting against you with abandon, dark locks shadowing his gaze as he watches himself disappear inside you. You weren’t sure where he began and you ended, bodies molding together as you took the brunt of him.

“Fuck,” he exclaims hoarsely, “You were made for me.”

“Mingyu.”

“Again . . .”

“Again for me.”

“Please.”

“Mingyu . . .”

#so this happened #edens diary #svt #mingyu #seventeen #kim mingyu #mingyu scenarios #mingyu imagines #mingyu smut #svt smut #svt imagines #svt scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios

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sehnsuchts-trunken · 12 days

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thinking about dbf!jake keeping in shape and you joining him for a work out

jake is fucking everything and dbf!jake is even more than that someone find a genie so i can wish for this please and thank you <33

i went a bit off-prompt but whateverrrrr!! mentions of sex, that's it, no other warnings here

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"God", you mutter, biting down on your lip as you stop to behold this hunk of a fucking man right in your line of sight. He's sweaty and half-naked, his skin glistening, his muscles bulging. God, truly. Holy fucking shit. It's unbelievable that he looks like that. He's unbelievable.

"Just Jake", he grunts, pushing himself up into a plank and tilting his head up to look at you, flashing you one of those disarming grins. "But I'll take it, darling."

You shake your head with a chuckle as you lean against the doorway to the garage, letting your eyes trail over his back, along his arms, down to his legs before he's pushing himself up and straightening his back, offering you an even more charming look at his abs.

"Sometimes I feel so inadequate next to you, oh my god", you breathe - and you know you should meet his eyes, but you're too mesmerised to do that. You've seen him work out before. That doesn't mean it hits you any less hard.

"Don't say that." He shakes his head and walks over to you, reaching for your waist and pulling you with him into the garage. "You're gorgeous."

"Yeah", you whisper, your teeth digging into your lip as you rest your palms against his chest. Fuck, he's all rock-hard abs. You really need to get it together. "But you're ripped. And twenty years older than me. I don't think that's fair."

Jake chuckles and tugs you even closer to him, his hands splaying out against your waist. There's an inexpressible urge to rub your legs together. It takes way too much strength not to than it should.

"Darling, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen", he mutters, his eyes so fiercely on yours that there's no way you could possibly look away. He wouldn't let you anyway. He doesn't let you now. He's got you all wrapped up in him.

"Thanks", you breathe, your lips tugging up even as your eyelids flutter. "But that's not what I mean."

Jake raises his eyebrows and grins down at you.

"There's always room for two in here", he mutters, pressing the softest of kisses to your lips. You let out a hum as you smile at him.

"What, you want to fuck me in your gym?"

Your tone may be ironic, but truly, you can't say you haven't fantasised about it. There's barely anything you haven't fantasised about when it comes to him.

Jake chuckles and brushes a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"I was thinking a workout", he grins, leaning down to you again, his lips so close to yours that your eyes flutter shut in anticipation. "But I wouldn't mind that either."

#jake seresin #jake seresin x reader #dbf!jake seresin #dbf!jake seresin x reader #top gun #top gun x reader #x reader #jake hangman seresin #jake hangman seresin x reader #hangman x reader

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causewayguy · 2 months

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'Pleaseeeeee, tell me where Jie Jie keep my Switchhh! 🥺🥺🥺'

Jon's sister in law, Kelly, has been bugging him the entire morning. His wife has had it with Kelly's gaming addiction and took away her console. Before she left for a work conference abroad, Jon's wife smiled sweetly at Jon and said 'If Kelly gets to have her fun, you won't get your fun when I get back next week ya'. That's wifey material for you...

That's why Jon die die didn't give into Kelly's begging. But it's no easy task... It was a week since he had sex with his wife because of Kelly, who started staying over after her graduation. Making things worse, Kelly is forever in a flimsy top and boy shorts. Jon has been in marikita state for too long without any proper release (tfk don't count guys).

'No way sia, don't sabo me. If your sister knows I let you play, next week I can order coffin liao'

'Next week??!? Walao can la kor! You give me play now then I confirm finish before she come back. Please laaa, qiu qiu ni! I will do anything, really anything at alllll! Pleaseeee'

Kelly clinged onto Jon like a panda, her boobs squeezing his arms like two pillows. Jon felt something stirring in his pants as he stared down at the heavenly sight of his SIL. Kelly continued begging Jon for a minute, continuously rubbing her nubile body on his. So this is what heaven is like... Before he lost his mind and do something he regretted, Jon relented and revealed his wife's hiding place. Kelly screamed in delight, hugged and kissed Jon before running to get the Switch.

Jon breathed a sigh of relief as Kelly did not feel his 6 inch hard rod poking her. He quickly went to take a cold shower before heading to the gym to calm things down and increase the distance between him and this temptation of SIL.

It was late afternoon when Jon returned home, thinking all his pent up energy was released in the gym. Lo and behold, Kelly was laying flat on the living room couch. The sight of her milky body in black top and white panties immediately shot Jon's cock to attention harder than before.

After the Switch ran out of battery and she couldn't find the charger, Kelly dozed off on the sofa, dreaming of Pokemons and gym battles. A shadow fell over her face which woke her up. Rubbing her eyes, she is still rather drowsy when she saw a tall dark figure in front of her. Kelly slid her hand into Jon’s pants and felt a long leatherly bulge, growing bigger and bigger.

'An Arbok! Finally! I want to catch you!'

Kelly tried to hold Jon’s cock down with her tiny hands but also letting it slipped through her fingers. The harder she tugged, the bigger and angrier it gets. Suddenly, Kelly pulled down Jon’s shorts. 'I have destroyed your defense! Now I use mouth-ball!'

Jon groaned loudly as Kelly gave a surprise BJ. At first, she slowly savoured Jon’s cock, taking her time to lick, kiss and suck on it. She sucked on the tip and did a few quick bobs. Kelly’s tongue constantly flicked across the bottom of Jon’s cock, making it tighter and wetter for him. Jon moaned out in satisfaction and stepped back a step. Unwilling to let go, Kelly kneeled and crawled closer to Jon with his cock still in her mouth.

'You are not escaping that easily! Quick attack!'

Being at the perfect height kneeling down, Kelly launched her gawk gawk 3000. Every thrust made Jon’s cock hit the back of her throat, and Kelly started to gag. Saliva was starting to pool around Kelly’s lips and dripped down to her blouse. The hall was filled with the erotic squishy sounds with loud slurping and chocking sounds. Jon almost lost it there. Even his wife’s best BJ skill could not hold against what her sister’s mouth is doing to his cock now. Quickly, Jon pushed Kelly back onto the sofa and stepped towards her.

‘Arbok seemed to have used harden and, shit, preparing for a body slammmmmm ah ahh aahh!!!’

Jon pulled Kelly’s panties aside and started slamming his rock hard cock into her. This was his dream. He was fucking his sister-in-law, out in the open living room with the curtains all open. Most importantly, he was fucking her raw! Unprotected sex with a fresh college grad! It has been awhile since Jon felt such warmth and tightness engulfing his cock. The harder he thrusted into Kelly, the tighter and wetter she got. The lewd sounds echoed across the hall as the both of them made all kinds of moaning, mewing and cursing.

Kelly was not a virgin, but her last experience was loooong time ago. Hence, when Jon’s 6 inch penetrated her, she cummed. The feeling of hot meat brushing against her pussy wall, going deep inside her was so sensual and mind blowing. And when Jon did not stop his hard fucking as she came, the pleasure doubled as her pussy was more sensitive. Ever thrust was met with Kelly’s ‘Ahh!’ and ‘uhh!’, only stopping when they frenched.

As they were on missionary, Jon has complete control over Kelly. Her hands were grasping at the smooth sofa but has not grip on it. Jon took over and held both Kelly’s arms in front of her top, squeezing her perfect melons together. This caused Kelly’s boob to bounce even harder with the hard fuck Kelly was getting. Jon salivated at the sight of him ravaging his sister-in-law, her body being trashed in whichever direction he wanted.

One hand grabbing her arms and another squeezing her boob, Jon felt the familiar tugging sensation in his balls. Instead of slamming his entire weight onto her, Jon thrusted with speed and precision, making sure his entire length was continuously going in and out of Kelly. Feeling the difference, Kelly seemed to understand the situation and held onto Jon’s waist tightly with her legs. She even felt his cock getting bigger inside her and she whimpered at Jon, nodding her head at Jon, willing him to do it.

‘Give! Me! Your! Ar-fuckkkk!’

At the last moment, Jon squeezed his core and completely unleashed himself inside Kelly. He felt his every ejaculation, when his cum exited with force and completely drenched Kelly’s pussy, every squeezing by Kelly’s tight, warm pussy. He shot at least 5 times before relaxing into Kelly’s arm. After several rounds of orgasm, Kelly had only a minor one when Jon finished inside of her. It was the feeling of Jon’s cum shooting deep inside her that made her felt full and truly fucked that she came for the last time. They both were in total bliss for at least a minute, breathing into each other’s ears.

‘Kor~ *huff* I captured your Arbok *puff* Later can I try your Onyx…? *rubs* I want to catch them all before Jie comes home...'

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justicerikai · 11 days

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Charisma House - Superhuman Sharehouse Story “Charisma” - #86 Libido

Please read alongside listening to the drama track on Youtube.

Let me know if I missed something!

TL note:

The fellas are playing yakyuuken, basically a game based on rock paper scissors where the loser strips. The song that goes along with it is normally baseball-themed. Yoyoinoyoi remains untranslated, see it as some kind of “chant” or "sound" like la la la.

Uchiwa is a type of Japanese fan. It's common for wotaku/idol stans/etc to make custom-made uchiwas with faces of their fave idol, or some supportive message about their oshi on it.

(The five of them getting ready)

Amahiko: ….Everyone? What are you all planning to do here?

Fumiya: Rehearsal for the Sexy World Cup

Amahiko: Huh?

Ohse: We’ve been practicing till the brink of death.

Sarukawa: Sorry but we’re gon’ bag that victory. We ain’t losing to the likes of you, Amahiko!

Iori: Resign to your fate!

Amahiko: No, before that, I fail to understand the meaning behind everyone joining. I won’t be going.

Iori: “Won’t”…! You still have it in you to say such things, Amahiko-san!

Terra: Come back to your senses! You will participate in the Sexy World Cup!

Fumiya: We’ll definitely convince you. We’re serious, Amahiko.

Fumiya: Witness, all of our power combined, the greatest sexy show of all time.

Amahiko: …!

Fumiya: ‘Kay, let’s roll

(Sound of spotlight)

Amahiko: Eh?

(Music starts playing) 〜♪

The five of them: If you wanna be sexy You gotta shake it like this~♪

The five of them: Butt! Nipples! Yoyoinoyoi!

The five of them: Yoyoinoyoi!

Iori: Ohse-san looost!

(The other 4 hollering)

Ohse: ….! ….!

(Ohse gets naked)

Sarukawa, Fumiya, Iori, Terra: Sexyyyy! Wheeeh! Ain’t this nice!

〜♪

The five of them: If you wanna be sexy You gotta shake it like this~♪

The five of them: Butt! Nipples! Yoyoinoyoi!

The five of them: Yoyoinoyoi!

Sarukawa, Terra, Ohse: Woahoh…! You lost…!

(The three of them hollering)

Fumiya: Shit… I’ll kill you….!

Iori: Shit… I don’t hate it…!

(Fumiya and Iori getting naked)

Sarukawa, Terra, Ohse: Sexy!!!!! Yaaay!

Terra: We’re so winning with this!

Sarukawa: How ‘bout it, Amahiko!

〜♪

The five of them: If you wanna be sexy You gotta shake it like this~♪

The five of them: Butt! Nipples…

Amahiko: What is this? In someone else's house nonetheless.

Amahiko: Also that’s not what being sexy is. Is this mockery?

The five of them: No!

Sarukawa: You got that wrong, Amahiko

Iori: We took everything into serious consideration.

Terra: And then it came to us! Yakyuuken!

Amahiko: What, that’s how you got there.

Ohse: I-it’s more than just that…

Amahiko: Either way, I am not participating in the Sexy World Cup anymore.

Amahiko: It's futile. You can't change my mind.

The five of them: ….

Rikai: One moment Sensei!

Amahiko: !?

(Rikai popping up out of nowhere)

Amahiko: Rikai-san…!? That outfit…!

Rikai: Behold the bravery of your top disciple.

Amahiko: Eh?

〜♪

Amahiko: This is… ballet…

Fumiya: Rikai…

Ohse: Rikai-san…

Iori: Rikai-kun…

(Rikai eagerly dancing and being awful at it)

Rikai: Hah! Hoh! ..Hah, hah! Oho hwowo h oh wow

The five of them: Awful.

(Rikai getting flustered as he dances)

The five of them: Aaah, aaah, aaah… Rikai-kun? This is cringe to watch…

Rikai: Yaaah…! Haaah! Juuuump!

(Rikai twists his leg)

Rikai: AAAAAAAAA!

Amahiko: Rikai-san!? Are you okay!?

Rikai: Damn it…! I cannot…!

Rikai: I am not destined to be sexy, Minister of Sexy Affairs…!

Amahiko: !?

Ohse: He’s right. It’s pointless for people like us.

Fumiya: We can struggle all we like, it won’t change that we can’t create sexiness like you.

Iori: You are a different being than us!

Terra: That’s why!

Sarukawa: You have to show us the ropes!

The six of them: World Sexy Ambassador!

Amahiko: …! You guys….!

Amahiko’s mother: Amahiko…

Amahiko: Mother!

Amahiko’s mother: Take this with you to the competition.

Amahiko: What’s this…?

Amahiko’s mother: A new costume for you to wear at the cup.

(Amahiko snorts out of shock)

Amahiko’s mother: Everyone made it together. Terra-san was in charge of design.

Amahiko’s mother: Minato-san and Motohashi-san tailored it.

Terra, Ohse, Iori: Eehehe☆

Amahiko: Aaah…! …!

(Amahiko falls to his knees)

Rikai: Sensei, it’s your moment.

Terra: Ladies

Fumiya: And gentlemen

Sarukawa, Iori, Ohse: It’s showtime!

Amahiko: I… I lost, everyone…. To think there’s such sexiness….

Amahiko: Your nomination has been accepted.

Amahiko: This very Amahiko shall enter and dominate the Sexy World Cup!

Everyone: WOOOO! YAAAY! FINALLY!

Fumiya: Well, isn’t this nice, ma’am.

Amahiko’s mother: Thank you

Everyone: Hahahahahaha! Hahahahahaha!

(Sound of sliding screen being kicked down)

Amahiko’s father: What are you bastards doing----!!

Amahiko’s mother: Dear…

Amahiko: Father…

Amahiko’s father: What have you filth been talking about! Seriously what's this all about!

Amahiko’s father: Nothing made sense! The whole time!

Amahiko’s father: It’s nothing but nonsense! Stop screwing around you lot----!

Amahiko’s father: …..

Amahiko’s father: ……Amahiko, how much of a nuisance must you be to our family until you're satisfied.

Amahiko’s father: What a deplorable display.

Amahiko’s father: Not to mention this worthless filth you’re with, have some shame!

Amahiko’s mother: Uugh…!

Amahiko: Mother!

Amahiko: I understand, so please don’t shout anymore.

Amahiko: I won’t participate in the Sexy World Cup.

The six of them: EEEH!?

Terra: No way, Amahiko

Iori: Don’t listen

Fumiya: Ignore him

Ohse: Don’t give in

Sarukawa: Amahiko!

Rikai: Sensei!

Nakagami: He won’t…!? He can’t back out now…!

Nakagami: I even got my uchiwas ready…!

Torahime: Stop trying to get inside…! Sensei…!

Amahiko: It’s fine. That competition is unnecessary for me.

Rikai: …Eh?

Amahiko: I never understood why I was so obsessed with victory.

Amahiko: The source of my libido depending on the evaluation of others didn’t feel that was true to myself.

Amahiko: But now that has become clear to me. In reality, there has been someone this whole time.

Amahiko: A man who I wanted to be recognized by.

Amahiko’s father: !?

Amahiko: The stage I wanted to dance on was not at the Sexy World Cup!

Amahiko: Dear father, it was in front of you!

Amahiko: My libido is you, father! It’s youuuuu-------!

〜♪

Amahiko’s father: !? What!

Sarukawa: His libido is his dad!

Rikai: That’s what it was!

Terra: It all makes sense!

(Amahiko taking off his yukata)

Amahiko: Fufufufu… Hahaha…

Amahiko’s father: Hey... why are you…!

Amahiko: Time for training.

(Amahiko’s father getting scared)

Amahiko’s father: …! Stop, Amahiko…

Amahiko’s father: What are you up to! STOOOOOP!

(Amahiko throwing off his clothes)

Amahiko: TA-DAH!

Amahiko’s father: GUAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

(Charisma charge: Complete)

Amahiko’s mother: Huh? My body feels great!

The six of them: Ma’am!

Fumiya: I’m glad

Amahiko: Now everyone together

Amahiko: ECSTASYYYYYYYYYYYY YAAH!!!

Take No Break

#charisma house #charismahouse #kusanagi rikai #tendou amahiko #motohashi iori #ito fumiya #terra #sarukawa kei #minato ohse

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tenjiiku · 2 years

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vindicated at 10pm

Ran-san -- you do not know his full name -- meant nothing to you seven months ago, before you met him in that dingy bar a block away from your neighbourhood laundromat. Nothing, in the sense that his existence was unascertained by your mind, not in the apathetic sense of the phrasing. Though, after becoming aware of him, you sincerely did wish you could still mean the latter.

You sit at a very secluded and quiet ignominious bench -- part of three others, a stone slab of a table in the middle -- located in Mikawadai Park. There is a roof overhead, long rectangular pieces of metal, and it filters the gleam of the moonlight into straight streaks of luminescence. It (being you, not the bench nor the lighting) is a very pitiful sight to behold on a Friday night in December. No one is around -- no one cares to be around -- as you hum the tune to Oyoge! Taiyake-kun. It is very cold tonight and you are shivering but you do not get up because the weather makes you feel alive after a day of living like a zombie.

You are exactly like everyone else, and yet you find his pair of noir-coloured dress shoes covered in snowflakes appear in front of your solemn -- fallen -- face.

“You look like shit,” Ran-san remarks as though narrating a National Geographic program. He holds out a niku-man in one hand and a an-man in the other, close to his mouth, already bitten into. He wears a black coloured trench coat, with a black coloured turtleneck underneath and black trousers.

He has purple streaks in his hair -- something that you’d laughed at when you first encountered him -- something you would laugh at now, if not for your pity party you were currently throwing.

“Go away…,” you whine, a bit more pathetic than you wanted to let off, “I can’t today. You are too much.”

“You’re paler than usual,” he ignores you, holding out the niku-man, presumably for you, “take this. I cannot have your death on my hands.”

“Why can’t you?” You soberly ask, “It’s not as though you don’t have any already. I will simply be another, you can write me off as a business expense.”

“Right, yes, but the thing is -- that is strictly business. I like to keep it separated from my personal affairs for my own peace of mind.”

“Is that what I am?”

“What?”

“A personal affair?”

He pauses, before his lips lift into a smirk and he answers, “If you would like to be.”

The crinkle that forms between your brows is deep and sharp. A snowflake falls on it and melts in less than a second.

You do not say anything to him, simply look up with clacking teeth and puffs of cold air leaving your mouth. Your nose feels as though it is going to fall off your face. Glaring, you grab the meat bun regardless and he takes your action as an invitation to sit next to you.

“Why are you … like this?” His large palm, larger than your face, gestures towards your stiff frame currently hunched over nibbling at your meat bun like a street rat.

You burp, and cover it up as a hiccup, “Like what?”

He points an accusing finger at you, face amused, “Exactly that.”

You swallow your bite and your pride, and display an expression full of both forlorn and annoyance.

“Ran-san, I do not understand you.”

He hums, and decides to eat his bun as well. The yellow street lighting barely shines on the two of you. One moment you are intently staring at the lamp post with moths gathering around in pairs hovering near its source, and the next, you are folded hugging your legs, bun held in your hand formed into a fist.

Ran-san straightens his once leaned-back, relaxed posture. He places a firm hand on your back that sends shivers up your spine. “Are you alright?” His voice is a deep baritone, and he sounds genuinely concerned -- a first time in a while.

“Yes, yes. Stop touching me, please.”

He listens almost immediately, but they remain hovering over your back covered in the puffy winter jacket you don. The cramp in your abdomen tightens, and your right leg jumps up and down like a cricket as you rock back and forth. You wish to see Ran-san’s face right now. He is traumatised, no doubt.

“You eat somethin’ weird?” His voice is shaky. You smile a little before it fades away from the pain that shoots through your stomach.

“I’ve had cramps all day,” you manage to mumble, staring blankly at your boots, “didn’t feel like eating anything at all.”

“You have eaten something — right?”

His tone is accusatory. It reminds you of your mother. You turn your head towards his, right cheek pressing into your legs.

“Mmm,” you hum, pondering, “I’ve had a couple of tangerines early this morning.”

A quiver racks through your frame, and your teeth clatter synchronously as you form your hands into fists, covered by woolly, overtly-cartoonish mittens. You suck in a breath, eyes dilated as you watch the puff of cold air appear in front of you from seemingly out of nowhere.

Ran-san is not as nearly amused as you are, though. He scoffs a small, “You are hopeless,” before standing up -- all six feet something of him -- from the bench.

So I am told, you whisper to yourself, but he has already departed. You know you told him to stop touching you -- but you did not want him to leave. You also did not mean the latter. But you were ill. Another -- more paltry piece of you thought how utterly presumptuous he had been. As if you had told him to find you, as if you had told him to come barreling into your life.

You wallow and simmer in your anger for twenty minutes, before the coldness breaks you out of it. You yawn, checking your watch. It is 10:59pm. You decide it is time to leave now.

It is when you take your eight step down the sidewalk towards your home, is when a familiar -- presumptuous -- voice stops you in your tracks.

“Oi, kid, where’re you going?”

You hate that he calls you that. But you turn around regardless because you are a childish woman made of straw. He is standing underneath the streetlight a couple of metres towards you. Taking one earbud out of your ear, you tuck your other hand into the pocket of your coat.

“Home?” You state, questionably. He shuffles with a new plastic bag in hand. It looks heavy. You crane a brow. “Did you… want me to wait, Ran-san?”

Without saying a word, the strange man makes his way towards you. He stops, a foot away, and holds out the aforementioned bag out with his lanky arm. You drop your earbud, the furrow between your eyebrows only growing -- but you take the bag regardless. Gazing inside, you notice a small box. The smell that invites you is that of warm rice cakes and soup. A couple packets of heat patches and two energy drinks rest haphazardly on top.

You blink looking back at him. Ran-san isn’t looking at you, but at his feet. Snowflakes cover the fur of his luxurious trench-coat, but he stands in front of you with adolescent embarrassment. Cute, you think, so cute.

“Thank you Ran-san. Merry Christmas.”

You bow. He makes a sound between a ‘tsk’ and a grunt. You tilt your head, back still bent and watch as he walks back the way he came from. When he is further away you stand back up.

“Yeah, yeah” he waves his right hand two, three times, “Merry Christmas, kid.” and leaves into the night. You watch until his silhouette has disappeared from your vision -- you watch him until you cannot anymore.

Ran-san talks adeptly with virtuosity. The first month you had established each other as your respective drinking partners, you had naively -- not wanting to think -- assumed he was a businessman working at another nameless corporation as yourself.

That was, until he had shown up with blood on his blazer.

You did not point it out until an hour into your meeting -- when dinner had been served -- and you can still remember the face he had made as you changed the topic to how delectable the pork gyoza was that day. Yet, much like then, you were still completely unable to discern what his expression had meant. And, still, much like then, you maintain disregard for both the face he had made and his line of work. He has not objected to your doing, and a part of you believes he is glad you do not prod, especially when he has not made an active attempt at uncovering yours. A part of you, knew however, you were drinking partners with a very dangerous man. However, another -- more idiotic -- part had thought, that if faith had so graciously written you (a mere twenty-two year old part-time college student and intern) to meet with Ran-san (a twenty-seven year old who probably killed people for a living -- literally) you were in no position to refute destiny’s plan.

It would also make for a good story to tell your grandchildren, you resigned. That, and he was not too dreadful to gaze at whilst drinking your atsukan, and so this partnership continued forth.

But, even you had your limits.

“Ran-san I believe you are stalking me,” you murmur, cheek in your right hand as you mindlessly stir your drink with a straw with your left -- where he sits.

You are in a new bar, twenty minutes away from your home, but only five from your work. It is quaint and small, the only people here being the owner and three obnoxious Yomiuri Giants fans causing a ruckus in the corner near the television. Ran-san typically joined you for drinks in the small izakayas either across from your local laundromat or the one outside of Roppongi station. So -- this was out of the ordinary for him to be here of all places.

You can feel his smug smirk.

“How so?” He inquires, taut body leaning in towards your side. You turn your head to look at him to only already have him swivelled in your direction. You huff.

“This is my first time coming to this bar, and yet you appear.” You point a finger in his direction, an accusing one at that. He snorts. You glare.

“What do you mean? I am a regular here. You can ask Keiji. If anything, you are stalking me.”

His tone is so inculpatory and obdurate it hurts your head and your pride. So what if you know the bar owner’s name? You think. You turn your stool chair to him, knee brushing his abnormally long legs -- feeling daring.

“Impossible.”

“Oh, oh!” He guffaws, voice deep and cavernous -- nothing like the men you have entertained before, “Impossible, you say?”

You nod, matter-of-factly as you raise your glass to your lips, “Yes, I am much too stupid to be stalking a kobun.”

Ran smiles at you, the kind of smile where you know he is going to follow it up with either a snarky remark or question. He rests his chin on his interlocked hands, elbows impolitely placed on the table of the bar.

“Is that what you believe I am?”

You place your drink down, sniffing, “Yes.”

“What if I told you I am actually an oyabun?”

“Then I would apologise,” you answer, as though you had rehearsed your responses, “but your reaction tells me you are not.”

Ran-san tilts his head, smile only growing more cocky and larger and handsome. He plays with the dish of edamame beans he had requested from the owner -- Keiji -- you now know. “My reaction?”

“Yes, would you have not had my head if I disrespected your position like I did?”

Ran-san only but hums. You roll your eyes, turning your chair forward. You bite the inside of your cheek when you think that you are already missing the heat of his leg -- the sliver of the surface you were touching, that too, fabric to fabric. You were pathetic.

“Anyways, we cannot meet anymore.” You state, soundly and confidently.

“Why not?”

“Have you not been listening to what I said?” You jeer, going back to stirring your drink, “I do not want to die, though I may look the part.”

“And you think I want you to die? That is why I keep bothering myself by sharing the occasional drink with you?”

Ran-san sounds genuinely confused and mad. It is different, he is always so typically arrogant. You watch as he clenches his jaw, shaking the ice in his glass and decides to sip his whiskey.

I’m not quite sure what you want, you want to say. I am twenty-two and you are twenty-seven -- if you are not lying about your age. What could you possibly want from me? But all you manage to do is grab the beer can and saké bottle and pour yourself another drink.

A silent moment of pondering is all it takes for Ran-san to continue the conversation. You’d noticed these moments never lasted too long. You had surmised Ran-san felt very uncomfortable in the quiet. You had no qualms if he wanted to fill the silence with his own comments -- you loved his voice, after all.

“You remind me of my brother when he was your age,” he mumbles, so casually. Your eyes widen. This was the first time he had mentioned something from his life in a while.

“Is that a good thing?”

He looks at you without blinking, “Yes.”

Folding your hands together and putting them in your lap, you gaze towards them. The heat in your cheeks grow as you feel his stare bore into your face. You wish the Yomiuri Giants fans could grow louder to distract him and give you a moment to breathe.

“He… is in the same line of work, as you, I assume?”

Ran-san sighs, and the ice in his glass clatters as he presumably lifts to take another drink. You do not know where to put your hands.

“Regrettably.” His tone is solemn. You frown.

“Oh,” you mutter, “but--… he is with you. Which is good, I would think.”

“I suppose so.” Ran-san chuckles, “If you are simple-minded like that.”

The previous commiserate glower on your face shapes into a stern glare once more. You whine, “Ran-san, you’re mean.”

Ran-san finds your anger amusing -- he always does -- and laughs a psalmic chuckle. But, he does not continue the discussion, which is out of character, because if you were as well-versed in this script as you thought you were, this would be the time to voice his line. He still doesn’t, even after two minutes. You think it is both the alcohol and the undisclosed desire to be close to him that urges you to carry on what he had started.

“Having a sibling must be nice,” you measly state. You rub your right eye out of mortification.

Ran-san tilts his head, “Do you not have any?”

“No,” you shake your head, right hand wrapped around your glass. You turn your stool towards him again. He leans a bit closer.

“Surely you had parents.”

“No,” you shake your head once more, “Did I not tell you I grew up in an orphanage.”

“No.” He says. You feel your heart drop to your stomach. Stupid woman, you think and curse to yourself.

“Oh. Then please forget what I said.” You lay your right cheek against the bar table, accepting defeat.

“Hey, hey, why?” Ran-san urges, pushing himself up and looking down at your pitiful frame. He looks all too almighty from this perspective. You talk without thinking.

“I don’t want to die. I’ve seen people die -- have you seen people die? -- it looks gross honestly and I don’t want to go through it right now. You can come back when I am fifty-five.” You explain, and instantly regret it. Ran-san’s face falls and you conclude that this is your last night on Earth. It is a shame that you would be going out like this without ever seeing Ran-san shirtless. Or crying. You would take either.

After a while he says, “I have.”

And because it had been a while and you were a perverted girl who had already forgotten what she had said, you muttered a, “What?”

Ran-san doesn’t answer straight away, which gives you time to recall what you had spewed. “Oh,” you drone, thinking of that night, “oh. Right.”

But then, of course, he goes back to being him. Shamelessly, so.

“I also personally do not like getting my hands dirty unless absolutely necessary. Blood is hard to wash out, you see.”

You mellow.

“Ran-san, please stop telling me all of this. I do not want to be implicitly involved.”

“What was that? You’d like to know where the deal is going to happen with our recent supplier? That would be north of Shibuya--”

Whining loudly and absurdly, you shake your head, covering your face with your hands as though that could possibly stop him from being an asshole. “Ran-san, you’re mean. I hate you.” you say for the umpteenth time that night, but Ran-san only laughs at your complaints.

“That’s a shame,” he sighs, leaning his left cheek into the palm of his left hand, gazing at you with lidded eyes, “I’ve begun to really like you.”

You stop your antics and drop your hands from your face. You look at him to already have his attention on you.

“You are… you’re joking, right?”

“Huh?” Ran-san smiles amicably, raising his eyebrows and feigning innocence as though he had not just dropped a bombshell -- that, too, four drinks in --, “Whatever are you talking about?”

“That’s funny,” you snort, huff, and laugh. But he does not return any of your amusement, which only increases the rapid beating of your heart. You feel hot. You feel the yellow of the bar lighting pierce into your skin. You feel him everywhere, but he is only beside you.

“I don’t know what you’re on about. I find you quite beautiful. I love your face.” His lanky index finger and thumb form an ‘L’ he places underneath his chin as he winks like a fox, “It’s totally my type.”

“Ran-san…” you pause and look at your hands and look at your drink and look at the Yomiuri Giants fans that have now quieted down, “you are embarrassing me.”

“Am I?”

“Yes, yes, please stop. Please.” you squeeze your eyes shut.

Ran-san chuckles, “Oh, but you are so cute.”

“Please!” You squeak. He laughs, deep from his stomach at this. He is so handsome like this it makes your cheeks ache and stretch inside. “You’re a bad, bad man.” You complain, hiding your face in your hands, fingers parting a little bit to see how he reacts.

“I know,” he laughs, then breathes and murmurs through his laughter, “ah— but I think I really like you. What shall I do now?”

You look at him -- really look at him. It is moments like these when you can completely and utterly disregard where the two of you came from. It is naive of you to think these things, but Ran-san must share that same sense of naivety if he keeps coming back. So, you can ponder on stupid questions: How he grew up -- how he liked his coffee in the morning. It is so simple and mundane it sends your heart soaring. In this moment, Ran-san is so beautifully yours and you can forget whatever he is, because this is all you need to see of him to know him. The heat in your chest grows into a fire, and you find yourself speechless. Ran-san, I’m scared, you want to say. Ran-san, I really like you. What are we going to do? You think.

But Ran-san is smarter and older and quicker than you ever will be.

“Sorry, start acting normal again for me, okay?”

You nod.

It is midnight when he says he will walk you home. You don’t argue or pout or make a fuss. The heat in your head from the alcohol combined with Ran-san’s previous confession have left you utterly vulnerable and malleable to his every move.

So even as you stumble out of the bar, clutching onto Ran-san’s coat and he says -- not asks -- to carry you, you do not stutter or refuse. You lean into him and let him do the work. When he picks you up and his warm hands hook themselves underneath your knees, you suddenly feel like a teenage girl again. And if you try hard enough you can forget who Ran-san is and pretend he is your high-school crush.

“Ran-san, truthfully you scared me a lot before I knew you. But I’m not scared anymore after getting to know you, which scares me more.” You mumble halfway into your departure against his shoulder you lay on. Your hands rest inches away from his chest, fisting his coat.

He grunts, adjusting your weight before murmuring a small, “Yeah, yeah.”

You hope the reason he doesn’t talk much on the way to the train station is you. You long to make him feel nervous the same way he does to you.

When you pass the Rainbow Bridge and make way to Tamachi Station, is when Ran-san lets you down. You stay holding onto his coat. He turns himself around and cranes an eyebrow at your state.

“Can… we stay like this, for a moment?” You whisper. Instantly you regret it, but you still cannot find it in yourself to care or to stop. You just want to be next to him, you want to be close to him. “I’m sorry, I’m drunk. We’ll forget this in the morning.”

You shut your eyes. Faintly, you can feel his gloved hand rest itself on your snow-covered head of hair. He strokes the top of your frozen ear and you melt against every single one of his touches. Tamachi Station is sequestered and dead-like on a Thursday at 12:30am, but you can still hear every one of his small sharp inhales.

“I don’t want to forget this.” He says, dignified and true, “I don’t want to forget you.”

You look up, hands still resting on his chest. He looks at you with something you cannot explain. Has he ever looked at anybody like this? A senile, envious part of you hopes he has not.

“I know you thought I was joking, but you’re-- You scare me too, actually.” His voice is unusually weak. Ran-san dresses so sumptuously and presents himself so precariously you sometimes forget that he, too -- despite the many titles he may have -- is only a man. He is only ever a man in front of you. He is only ever Ran-san.

“Impossible.” You state.

“That again?”

“You are far more mysterious than I am. I am a wet log.”

“Hm, yes, you are a bit…” he squeezes your shoulders and it makes your stomach flip, “squishy.”

His gesture sends your heart fluttering. He is so stable at this moment. You feel like crying when you think about leaving him, only to meet him drunk at another bar. You want to be more than that -- you want to be more than drinking partners. But you do not exactly know what entails.

“Ran-san,” you murmur his name like a mantra -- clutching onto the sleeve of his coat like an oversized child, “Ran-san. I don’t want to die.”

“Stop saying that.” He scolds, softly caressing your head, “People are looking.”

“Ran-san, I’m tired of feelin’ alone,” You ignore his command and continue on rambling, “Ran-san, I’m a stupid girl. But I don’t wanna die.”

“Shut up.” He hisses, squeezing your shoulders. But behind his eyes he cannot hide his concern nor interest. You can discern each of his subtle tone and language -- it scares you, it disarms you.

“No one’s around,” You stammer into his warm jacket. Even in your intoxicated state you can sense the faint footsteps of passerbys. But you would continue to act childish and be stupid if if meant you still had Ran-san’s attention.

“How many drinks have you had?”

“I’m not lyingggg,” You sing, very frivolously, “There is nobody around except you. Whenever you’re around I can’t see anyone else, are you a witch?”

“Historically, witches are said to be women.”

You poke his chest, “Then-- a sorcerer.”

He sighs, “You’re a piece of work, woman,” but does not stop softly touching you.

You look up at him again and ask, “Why did you carry me here, then?”

“I told you already,” He exhales. His voice is hushed -- as though he was sharing a secret. The fire in your stomach burns your lining.

“Ran-san, you shouldn’t like me. I’m a stupid woman who only eats tangerines on her period and spends her Christmas alone at a park and talks to dangerous men like you.” You explain, but he only shakes his head.

“Ah-- but I’m a stupid man, who likes to eat a lot and does not like the holidays, so don’t you think we’d make a good match?”

You fall silent. You look away from him. The hand on your head stops its caresses and you bite your lip. However, it only stops to move to your cheek. Your breath hitches as he manoeuvres your face to force you to look into his eyes. He’s bending down a little to become eye-level with you and the thought of the most dangerous man in Roppongi -- at least to you -- being so gentle and sweet with you sends your mind soaring.

“But,” He whispers, “if you want me to leave, I will. Although I don’t particularly want to.”

“Ran-san, you’re mean,” You begin to tear up and he only laughs in your face and wipes it away with a glove-covered thumb, “I like you so much.”

Leaning forward, he places a tentative kiss on your forehead. You look down, flustered. He makes you feel so weak -- it feels so nice.

“Have a good night.” He brushes the part he had kissed so gently with his thumb. You instinctively close your eyes and lean into his warmth. His voice is liquid smooth and it sounds just right in your ears -- reaches parts of you you did not even know were there before.

“Okay?”

You nod. And as you walk up the stairs to the train station area, you feel his gaze on your back accompany you all the way up. You feel it until you cannot feel it anymore.

And when you tuck a hand into the pocket of your coat and find the crumpled receipt of Ran-san’s order with a number haphazardly scribbled onto the back of it, you smile and place a hand on your forehead.

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sleepingdeath-light · 4 months

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Lord Oyster Cookie x Reader &... A baby?

Warning: Lord Oyster being a good father, bullying, wholesome shit mostly. Excuse any spelling/grammar mistakes. Surprise!

Dear _______ Cookie,

The baby is here! Lord Oyster was so happy to meet our freshly baked cookie, can you guess the name we chose? Lord Oyster loved it! However, sometimes he doesn't even refer to the baby by name! Oh it was so adorable the first time I heard it! Let me tell you the story!

We were relaxing under a shared umbrella on a sunny afternoon on the hot sand, watching our baby having fun on the beach with the tiny starfish, when out of nowhere came.. I believe three children, throwing sand in our baby's face! You should have seen Lord Oyster's face change, my beloved husband and father of my child, he was so, so angry! It never cease to surprise me that someone so soft spoken could stand up like that. I have to thank him properly later.... Alone.

Once the children realized who they were messing with, they ran away with their tails between their legs.

Of course, our baby was crying afterwards. Before I could even get up to help assess the situation, Lord Oyster was already at our baby's side. Picking up our baby, then caressing our baby's cheek, wiping those tears away, and his voice... The way he spoke so delicately to our baby.. I'll never forget it.

"Please don't cry, my precious pearl," he said softly as he kept wiping tears away, "You're safe now. No one shall hurt you now, not since I'm here."

I started to get worried because the baby didn't calm down, so so fussy! Sometimes our baby can be a bit fussy in certain situations. I had faith in my husband, who was as calm as the sea.

He began to close his eyes and hum and rock our baby ever so softly in his arms, like a gentle push on a swing, and our baby stopped crying almost immediately! It was a sight to behold, I tell you!

"See? I told you you're safe." he laughed gently as he kissed the baby's forehead.

After that, we enjoyed the rest of our afternoon, and our baby even tugged his ponytail! He called our baby his precious pearl, I married the right Cookie.

I love my husband so much. He's so giving as a husband and a father to our baby. Oh! And Right before the baby arrived, he had received news that House Oyster was not on a decline anymore! Oh he was so so happy. I heard that Abalone Cookie is coming to House Oyster this weekend to see the baby, perhaps you should come as well? I am expecting you!

With love,

(Y/N) Cookie

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bxdbxdboy · 2 years

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“So y’all should know at twelve years old okay. I had a Stash. Hidden from both of my parents of course. Now this was back ‘n when things were pretty rocky with my rents you feel me. Any additional drama would rock the boat for Mom. So after sneaking on all the dirty sites and scouring to find collections.”

“One day I look at it with a fresh pair of eyes and I start thinking about my Mama and I say.

“What am I doing Bro?” “If my mom saw this it would break her heart. She’d come in my room and be like “Whoa! Whoa! Mija! What is that? WHERE ON EARTH WOULD YOU-NOT UH!” Man I just couldn’t live with that at that age. I’m Wholesome!”

“So the next day I’m thinkin’ “I gotta throw this away!”

“As a dramatic kid you can’t just throw it in the garbage okay? My collection deserved a better farewell. Okay this was not just me throwing away pictures this is Time. This needs to be theatrical!”

“I’m gonna Burn it.”

“Coincidently enough my Dad like to burn stuff too. He had a bin and I said “I wanna burn something.” So I just turned that age where your parents start leaving you at home alone more. So I thought to myself,

“Okay. Next time I’m home alone. We gonna go out Back. And we’s gonna have a BARBEQUE!”

“Low and behold a few days later I go outside and let my dad’s dog outside. I realize out there. “Yo I’m home alone. I guess today’s the Day!”

“I turn around to go grab my stash and my Dad magically appears. I didn’t hear alarm beeps no nothing! He just vaporized out of nowhere magically. So coming out to our back door we got the main patio and my dad has his own door leading into his bedroom off to the side. Me thinkin’ quick on my toes I whistle to the dog.”

“Here, boy! Where’d you run off to?”

“I collect him and we go back inside. We Gucci Snakes.”

“Next day home alone. I get my dad’s dog I grab my stash. Head outside look around Dad’s not here. Gucci Snakes. Go over to the bin throw all the stuff in the bin. We got a lot of thumb drives in there, We might have had some calendars. I won’t go into detail.

“We might have had one or two drawings that I might have done myself ha ha ha You can’t confirm nor-deny This shall never hold up in court you got No Evidence! THIS WAS THE PURGE! Mom I swear to you I’m wholesome! Full Cleansing.”

“I go to burn this stuff. “Ugh! I’m an Idiot! I forgot the matches.”

“Boom! My DAD IS STANDING RIGHT-THERE DUDE! WHERE DID YOU COME FROMM?! NO ALARM BEEP FOR THE DOOR WHEN IT OPENed NO NOTHING!”

“Why are you sneaking into your own house on and comin’ straight to the patio anyways? You’re Sus! Not Me!”

“This dude is just staring at me. I am so committed to this y’all. There’s no getting out of it. He has me Dead-to-Rights! I don’t know how long he’s been out there! I don’t know what he’s seen! The fact that he caught me stumbling around yesterday then he catches me again out here Today!

“So now I’m like: “Fluff it! Two Tears in a Bucket!” I don’t even care anymore! I go inside I grab the matches. I come outside like: “Maaan..mMmnN-Whatever Dude!”

“I come back outside I got my matches I don’t say nothin’ to’ him!” (Match noises) Pssh! Pssh! Scrape!

“First one doesn’t light.”

“Whatever.”

Pssh! Pssh! Scrape! Sph!

“Second match doesn’t light. None of these Matches wanna light! Why is this happening to Meeee! Man! Screw it! I’m busted anyway.”

“Dad. Can you come over here. Please.”

He comes closer so he peers in and he see’s the MOTHERLOAD and he goes.

“What’s up?”

“Can you-(sigh) can you help me light this match so I can burn this stuff?”

“How weird do I look right now YA'LL? You know, it’s one thing to be a freak and a weirdo collect this stuff, but it’s Another thing to be out here lookin’ like a Weirdo out here tryna’ Burn this shit! You know, what I’m sayin’? Why couldn’t I just throw it away like a normal person?”

The very First match this dude “Pshh!” And it LIGHTS and he tosses it in!!

I don’t know if any of you’s--guys out here having battles with addictions, but hopefully all the embarrassment I had to endure from this brought you some entertainment.”

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brittlebonesguy · 1 year

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12,13,finale,reunion

i hate robert’s flavor of deep voice. it’s grating to listen to. happy kathy won and not robert. not sure i like her son though.... the answer is yes kathy. you need to be a duo with rob because that is the only way to get to the final 2. the other duos are way too close. i think my favorite part of older survivor is that the people at the bottom of the alliances realize that they are in a terrible position and flip when they have to. people are way too passive in recent seasons it annoys me. there’s nothing i hate more than majority alliances picking off people one by one. its so boring. this season had that beginnings of that multiple times and then it just gets snipped in the bud. i love it. i do like kathy so if neleh has to go this episode so be it. in fact i welcome it. thank CHRIST neleh lost. out of the three duos in the game i like paschal and neleh the least just because. kathy....you’re fucked. so i’m hoping the v and sean duo survives but that will rest solely on who wins immunity and how kathy, the new swing vote, votes.

i hope neleh wins this reward challenge since it’s the car one. and the myth does say if you win a car, you won’t win the show. sean......im so sorry but you aren’t winning the show after getting that car. rip. if i were the flip vote i’d side with v and sean because i feel like there’s a chance of separating them, but definitely not pachal and neleh. pachal it’s survivor everyone has an agenda. also not loving how he’s talking... and neleh and pashal say they have a “relationahip” but never say alliance. but when v and sean say the same thing they’re....deceiving you? in any case kathy’s best chance is with sean and v so i hope she goes full throttle with them. how does someone drop something every season when they do this challenge its amazing really. yessss kathyyyyy!! dropped her shit and still won. okay but sean is literally right. kathy.....dumb decision. oddly enough i’ll miss you sean.

i need v to win immunity pronto. and NO KATHY you didn’t make right decision. anyway i hope v wins. omg!!!! v wins and her and kathy are gonna create an alliance to get to the final 2 together. please don’t let me down. please be serious you two. GOD YES i’ve missed pulling rocks im so happy it’s finally happening. and paschal who had no votes goes home. god i love drawing rocks. and just like that the universe said all women final 3. ideal situation for me really. final 2 v and kathy?👀 damn jeff....you’re just gonna say whatever now. nooooo i know neleh is gonna win. v whyy. you know what i’m fine with this final two and v get’s some money anyway (neleh is absolutely going to win, especially after seeing john’s reaction to v making a deal against kathy with neleh). not to be mean but i hate neleh’s “oh my heck” i really do. not them both thinking taking v/neleh to the final two i have a better shot. girlies only one of you is right. i’m glad you support women zoe love that for you and i too love an all women final. fuck offffff robert we know you don’t want a woman to win especially against you......a man who’s won one challenge. you’re a terrifying sight to behold.... john ajdhksjbskdb my god so righteous. there’s so much god talk this season damn. jesus tammy ajdsdsh lay INTO them. you know it’s funny that v and neleh wanted to play the game differently aka ethically and without lying because season 2 they was a lot less lying and more camaraderie than this season. the one that comes to mind is gina being voted out right after kathy, paschal and neleh all said we’re a family and we don’t vote based on tribal lines despite......mhm mmm sounds like you guys played way more ethically.

not neleh saying she didn’t start playing the game until day 24....girl and then she didn’t even answer the question (aka what you did BY YOURSELF not in a group setting). 2 coasters sitting in the finale who don’t answer the questions at all 💅🏻. love that v really plain and simple said i should win because i fully played the game and...she’s right. neleh didn’t do a single thing this whole season. it’s always super religious people who do the bad things they yell at other people for doing huh. lying and cheating is bad unless i do it 🥺 neleh needs to stop admitting to not playing the game until like merge thats ridiculous

yesss give me three full minutes of you and a helicopter jeffery. strong whistle jeffery no wonder the cab stopped. STOPP!!! “can i get a receipt?” i hope this gag never ends even though i know it does. too funny. congrats v! definitely played better than neleh.

no.....noooo....WHY IS COLBY HERE???????????? but at least i can rest easy knowing that one host is gone. i couldn’t do another reunion with him. okay so i thin overall i would give this season an 8/10. i highly enjoyed it but i didn’t have a ride or die love of my life (you’ll always be in my heart teresa <3) and i did dislike several people which is why it isnt higher. however i LOVE LOVE the all women finale and the gameplay this season was actually interesting.

#survivor #survivor4

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Playlist: Bucky Runs

Summary: Bucky runs CapTech. Bucky runs into you. What else can Bucky run?

Pairing: CEO! Bucky Barnes x Journalist! Reader

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: As always, 18+ ONLY, Minors DNI. Running for pleasure, meet cute, pining, anxious Bucky, possible darkish Bucky. Masturbation in a bathtub, sex toy, flirting and fantasizing.

A/N: I reallly tried to make this a one shot, but I stressed myself out, so here it is, part one.🫣 I really owe everything to @ysmmsy and @blackwidownat2814 who created the Bucky Runs playlist. Thanks you, loves! 🥰

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You looked down at your watch to make sure you were on pace. You needed to decrease your time so that you could finish the 5K in under 30 minutes. Your first race was coming up in another month and you wanted to be in good enough shape, but it was hard.

“Ooof!”

“Hey!”

All of a sudden, you collided with a brick wall and then someone grabbed you. You were dazed for a moment and then looked up into the most gorgeous blue eyes you’d ever seen.

“Oh!”

You were in the embrace of a tall, dark haired man, who was very warm and who smelled very good. A mixture of sweat, musk, and sandalwood. You were dazed for a minute and put your arms around him.

You held on for a moment, then you remembered yourself and pulled away, wiping the sweat from your brow, shaken. You were sure you looked horrible and that he was horrified.

“Are you okay?” Those ocean blues searched yours. “I’m sorry that I nearly knocked you down, I was checking my time.”

That voice. That smile.

“Oh no. It was my fault. I was looking at my watch too. I should have been more aware.”

Bucky was very aware of you at this moment. Your body in your jogging shorts and tank top was just his type. Your face was glowing and beautiful and he felt the crazy urge to kiss you in order to apologize. He licked his lips. He was glad that he chose different scenery for this evening’s run. DUMBO was nice, but tonight it was gorgeous.

You looked down at your watch again.

“Shit!”

You cursed under your breath and started moving again.

“Off pace. I have to keep going. I hope you’re okay!”

You waved at him when you jogged away.

Bucky should have said something, but he just stood there and watched you leave, his heart beating erratically. What a sight to behold. Then, he started running again, trying to forget the feel of you in his arms.

“Let me just… lick the sweat off your pussy.”

You giggled as the he reached for your running shorts and you swatted his hands away.

“Ew. No.”

You were refusing, but biting your lip and your eyes were twinkling. He knew what you wanted. Him to beg.

“Please.”

That voice got you ready for the onslaught you knew was about to happen.

“Pretty please with a cherry on top?”

He licked his bottom lip, hot tongue on that mouth.

You wrinkled your nose at him, looking into at his beautiful blue eyes.

“You really wanna…”

“Yes. Feel how hard I am for you.”

You reached out your hand and felt his rock hard erection. It was your turn to lick your lips. He saw your reaction and leaned in to whisper in your ear.

“Let me tear that cherry out.”

He grabbed your shorts again and pulled them down.

“I’m going to suck this clit so good, you won’t remember your own name. Or mine.”

“Promise?”

He grinned as he parted your thighs and without preamble began to suck your clit like a machine. You came in no time, and loudly, your cries echoing off the bathroom walls. Your toes curled and your back arched, sloshing water on the tile floor.

You slowly opened your eyes and put your clit sucker toy on the edge of the bath, sighing to yourself.

If only you had gotten Running Man’s name, maybe… Nah. He’d never be attracted to you. You would have to settle for the feel of his body against yours for those few seconds. It was enough to help get you off. Still, it would be nice if you weren’t alone.

You toweled off and got into bed naked, enjoying the feel of the new sheets you bought yourself, surrendering to dreams of a mystery Running Man.

“…Don’t you think?”

It took Bucky a minute to realize that he hadn’t answered your question. He’d been too busy reeling from the realization that the journalist that was interviewing him this morning was you. He’d spent last night with thoughts of you, thinking he’d never see you again.

When you walked into his office and looked up at him, both of you froze as if you had collided again.

Your pretty now lipsticked mouth dropped open, forming a perfect ‘o’. He had to look away before he did something stupid, so he scanned down your body and saw that you were wearing a blazer over a free flowing dress. Bucky gulped. You were making things hard for him. He needed to see what was underneath.

“… You’re not… Mr… Wilson?”

You were confused, dismayed, and a little thrilled. How was this your life?

Bucky flushed and moved forward, extending his hand and trying to be professional. His heart was beating a mile a minute.

“No, Sam is sick.”

He smiled as he reached you and you stared at his hand like it was a fish.

“I’m his business partner, James Barnes.”

Bucky extended his hand a little further.

Oh shit, he thought. You hated him.

You finally noticed his hand and took it, shaking it firmly.

“I’m Y/N L/N. Glad to meet you.”

You smiled back at him, not acknowledging the previous evening.

“Mr. Barnes can speak to you over here, the windows will make for a good backdrop.”

You looked over at a red headed woman in a suit. You hadn’t even noticed anyone else was in the room.

“I’m Natasha Romanoff, we spoke over the phone.”

You shook her hand, noticing that she was gorgeous.

“Yes, thank you for arranging this interview.”

As you set up your camera, everything clicked into place. James Bucky Barnes was the most reclusive of the three founders of CapTech, the billion dollar tech firm. Usually Sam Wilson or Steve Rogers did the press. Barnes hadn’t done an interview in over five years.

The last images of Bucky to be found included a lot more hair, yet this short haircut on him looked good. Really good. You told yourself to calm your thirst.

This was a lucky coincidence in more ways than one. The enigmatic co-creator of one of the most used apps in the world had long been an elusive interview catch. You had no idea that when you booked this interview that you’d luck up on Barnes.

This was a journalistic feat.

Bucky was beginning to be glad that he consented to this interview. Sam was in bed and Steve was putting out fires in London. They either had to cancel or Bucky had to do the interview, but after his run last night, He felt good today. After all, what could happen?

Nat told him that the journalist was new on the scene and would not likely go for the jugular. He could handle it. But the instant you walked in the room, Bucky’s heart went erratic.

“Yeah.. I …. Uhhhh.. I don’t think… I mean I do think that’s… that’s true.”

Damn, you had him fumbling his words trying to answer the questions about the impact of the latest CapTech project. He managed to get something out and you smiled again, which had him grinning like an idiot. You were stunning.

You blushed as James Buchanan Barnes smiled at you again. He was nice and down to earth, and his smile was everything. He was so handsome, his voice was a dream, and he was so kind. The fact that he kept licking his lips, his tongue darting out and around his mouth was making you feel some kind of way. And his eyes. They were a light blue so vivid that you wanted to skydive right into them.

But you tried to remain professional.

You questioned him about their latest app, company history, charitable endeavors, and then you went in.

“This is a tough time in the world. Mental heath is in the forefront these days and I know that for all appearances,you seem to be the handsome, brilliant, elusive creator living a life that everyone dreams of, but I know you work hard. What do you do to take care of yourself, to decompress?”

Bucky looked at you carefully. You seemed earnest and he could feel the sincerity emanating from you. But he was stuck on the fact that you thought he was handsome. And he was analyzing your last question. He had to be careful.

“Thank you for the compliments, but I wouldn’t say, my. My life is not….”

Bucky looked down at his pants and picked an imaginary piece of lint off of them. Your eyes were drawn to his thighs. Damn. But you wouldn’t be deterred. He looked back up at you and you had to catch your breath.

“And I’m not elusive.” He smiled weakly.

“C’mon. Your last interview was what? 2017?”

Bucky sighed, the anxiety shifting and then resettling in his stomach.

“I’ve been through… a lot and I am a private person. But, I hang out with my business partners and close circle of friends.”

Bucky’s circle was Steve, Sam, and Natasha. And of course, Alpine. With them he felt safe, protected. He’d not let anyone else in since… well, since before.

You heard the wistfulness in his voice and felt a pang of regret at your phrasing of the question. Bucky gazed at you and smiled. You responded in kind. He shifted in his seat, getting comfortable again when he saw the smile on your face and continued.

“To relax, I read, listen to good music, and try to get physical at least once a day.”

Your ears perked up at the apparent mention of a significant other that you couldn’t let pass. Your pulse quickened and you dared to ask the question.

“Who is the lucky person who gets physical time with you daily?”

Bucky was non-plussed.

“Usually it’s Steve, but our friends Sam and Nat get a taste as well. They all go down.”

He stared at your raised eyebrow when he realized the implication of his answer. You looked over at Romanoff who shook her head and smirked.

“Oh shit! NO! I meant physical as in exercise! Not… not that! No no no!”

He was keyed now, very animated. It was sort of cute and funny and you started laughing.

He laughed along nervously and ran his hand through his hair and over his mouth, which settled you down.

“I meant… We run nearly every day...we’re competitive…Shit.”

Bucky covered his face with his hand, beyond embarrassed.

“Do you always run with others?”

You were low key questioning last night. Bucky gave you a side smile.

“Most times, but like I said, Sam is sick and Steve is handling business in London.”

He glanced over at Romanoff.

“Nat had a… an engagement, so I ran alone last night. But you never know who you might run into when you’re out for a run.”

You cleared your throat and shifted in your seat, redirecting the conversation.

“So I take it you always win, and that’s what you meant by they ‘go down?’”

Bucky was staring at your lips as you repeated his phrase. He had to shift in his seat and clear his throat.

“Yes. That’s what I meant.”

His voice was more gravelly now, and your nipples got hard. What was happening?

Bucky was wondering the same thing. Blood was leaving his brain. He crossed his legs, licking his lips.

“Off the record? Please?”

Bucky begging had you moist.

“Yes?”

The way you said it made his pants tighter.

“Don’t put that in the interview.”

Looking like a lost little boy and biting his lip would get Bucky anything he wanted from you.

You sighed, and straightened in your chair while Bucky’s cheeks got more heated.

“Okay, I’ll edit that part out.”

You two smiled at each other again.

“Answer the question again for me.”

That low, husky voice. Bucky would do anything for you.

He cleared his throat, paused, and reset.

“I stay balanced through reading, music and exercise. I try to run every day.”

You nodded, appearing as if you heard the information for the first time.

“I bet everyone would want to know your taste in books and music. And running is aggressive. I swear it’s underrated how hard running is.”

You two shared a look. Bucky thought back to the night before. You hadn’t been wearing AirPods.

“It can be, you just need a good playlist.”

His smile widened. This was the most game he’d had in a while. It seemed to come back to him naturally with you.

You thought about it for a second, forgetting that you were at work.

“You’re right. That can change everything. I only recently started running, and although it is hard, I’m becoming addicted to the endorphins. It’s really helping with stress management.”

Bucky was becoming addicted to you. He smiled again and then frowned at the thought of you being stressed.

You wondered what he was thinking. The expressions on his face were so hard to read. He seemed not pleased at the moment.

You remembered what you were here for, recovered and continued, each of you more at ease with the conversation at this point. By the time the interview was over, you’d spoken for almost an hour.

You stood up to pack up your camera.

“Thank you Mr. Barnes..”

“Call me Bucky!”

You smiled at him.

“It’s short for Buchanan. My friends call me that.”

He smiled at you hopefully.

“Okay, Bucky.”

“I have more than enough footage. It is a shame that it is just for a 5 minute segment. I will let Ms. Romanoff know when it will air.”

Bucky had forgotten all about Nat being in the room. He pulled out his phone.

“Let’s exchange contact info and you can contact me directly. Maybe we can work together on something more extensive later on…”

And then he licked his lips. You grew warm again.

Bucky could hear his heart thud in his ears as he waited for you to respond. You smiled slyly at him.

“Maybe so.”

Bucky stepped closer to you and you felt a pull toward him. You opened your mouth slightly to breathe as he leaned near you to exchange phones. Musk and sandalwood again. You were only missing the sweat.

You tried to hide your arousal as you stepped back.

“I’ll be in touch, Bucky.”

You walked slowly out of the door and to the elevator, not wanting to trip over your own feet. You were in a daze as you traveled down 89 stories.

Natasha was staring at Bucky, who was grinning at the closed door to his office.

“Wow. I haven’t seen you open up like that since 2007, Buck.”

Bucky glanced over at Nat, annoyed. His smile vanished.

“It’s nothing. She was a really good interviewer. A good journalist.”

Natasha rolled her eyes.

“She’s decent, but you two talked about who you might be fucking and flirted over running playists. If she was good, she would have gone in for the kill on the mental health angle. What with the scandal…”

Natasha trailed off when Bucky stood up and walked toward the floor to ceiling wall of windows and looked out, impossibly trying to find you on the street.

“Do some research on her and compile a file. I’ve been thinking of writing a memoir.”

“A memoir?”

Natasha didn’t bother to hide her incredulity. Bucky didn’t ever reveal himself to anyone outside the circle.

“Natasha.”

Bucky turned and looked at Nat, sending an icy blue glare her way. She knew better than to argue when he was like this.

She sighed.

“Yes, Boss. I’m on it.”

Bucky watched her leave and then pulled out his phone and started composing a text. To you.

Here’s my running playlist. I hope it helps calm your aggressive endeavors.

When he pressed send, Bucky felt better than he had in a long time. Suddenly, everything felt easy.

You were waiting for your ride when your phone buzzed. Your mouth dropped open and you looked back up at the building, as if you could see Bucky.

You started smiling as you put your earpods in and clicked on the link, silently tripping that he texted you and so soon.

You bit your lip and took a deep breath as you responded.

Thank you. I will use it this evening.

You saw that he was responding right away. This man was playing no games.

Speaking of this evening, I want to make last night’s run-in up to you. Are you free for dinner tonight after your run? Celestine in DUMBO at 8?

You saw your ride arrived, verified the driver and got in, thinking how you should respond. Your interview wasn’t even edited, much less aired. This wasn’t professional.

I don’t think that is a good idea. But thank you for the playlist.

Bucky was more than disappointed, but he had an idea.

No worries. Let me know how you like it.

You left him on read and then put your phone in your bag, trying to calm the butterflies in your stomach.

Running would be a good distraction tonight. It would put James Buchanan Barnes out of your head.

Bucky had other plans for you tonight. You wouldn’t run away that easily.

Let me know what you think. Really. Truly.

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prettyboykatsuki · 3 years

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please PLEASE write more abt bully bkg!!! what happened next?? what did kiri do omg

tw ;; mild toxicity, bully!bkg, kirishima being a shit, fem!reader 18+, spanking, oral (f!recieving), bkg accidentally worships your pussy instead of punishing you :/, unprotected sex, praise kink

PT. 1

a/n ;; have i mentioned he makes me absolutely out of my mind yet? have i said that?!??#?$#

i think we’ve established about the two of them enough by now so here’s how i picture it.

like i said before - bkg is a campus athlete, popular and well-rounded and all around has that like image to him and so when he essentially confesses to you after fucking you stupid in the library, that’s basically him making you his girlfriend. you don’t know that for a long time but we’ll get there later.

anwyays.. right after he fucks you nice n full of his cum, he slides your panties and shorts right back on and snickers as he watches you struggle to get to your feet before eventually helping you. he keeps your bra as a punishment and makes you keep his hoodie, almost biting you when you try and take kirishimas to return it to him. he’ll do it himself, don’t test him.

when you’re all dressed - he makes you pack up and ends up walking you to your dorm room in the middle of the night (which you beg him to not do) but he’ll be fucking damned if anything bad happens to you. it’s his version of affectionate but you don’t know that yet so you’re mostly awkwardly trying to dodge him on the way back BUT he’s still bkg so when he notices that he yanks you.

he makes you hold his arm and licks your cheek cause he’s such a fucking dick. hits you with a “get used to it, princess” with the most condescending tone. but he’s being so serious. you just think he’s teasing you but he’s not.. he means it. get used to him, basically because now he’s a constant presence in your life.

he drops you off in front of your dorm and you’re about to wave him off but before you can go he grabs your waist and basically dips you for a kiss. and it’s so good - fuck, you wish you could say you hated it. but bakugou is experienced as much as he’s mean so he kisses you like his life depends on it, his fingers digging into your sides and his tongue in your mouth. you almost forget your in public until he pulls you back up

he gives you a little breathless grin, patting your cheek with his hand and telling you “get cleaned up, dumbass” which is his way of telling you to get home safe.

and you do get to your empty dorm. you take a shower and just kinda reflect on the actualy fuck transpired cause you were pretty positive he wanted you in a casket but?!?!?! you fucked him and he kissed you? so ????

youre in the middle of your exams and you’re honestly tired since you got fucked within in an inch of your life so you shower and just.. go to sleep. in his hoodie cause it smells good and it’s big and comfy and you’re like... thinking about it really hard but it just makes your headache.

you conclude after a lot of tossing and turning that he’s probably still just trying to fuck around with you and maybe thinks you’re an easy lay. you can’t say you aren’t since you were willing and ready for him (the thought of how easily you gave in has you flustered)

you sleep, eventually. and you wake up the next morning not really expecting much. you don’t have bkgs number or anything so you just.. continue with your day as is. unlucky for you - you have classes with bakugou and kirishima

but you don’t think it’ll be all that different. still so non-chalant. and you go to class that day dressed normally - with bakugous hoodie in hand.

you sit in your regular seat that day and this is your first mistake.

kirishima is in class before bakugou is. and he is.. as always, a little shit. so he pulls up right beside you because even though bkg is pissed at kiri - they are besties so he tells him everything. kirishima wont tease you abt it and u still think kirishima is quite nice and handsome so you’re pleased to greet him.

ah.. another mistake on your behalf. this action WILL have consequences.

kirishima gets so cozy with you btw. he loves that you’re so comfy w him - strokes his ego so good. and he chats you up for a better part of the hour before your morning class.

he makes jokes and smiles and laughs and thinks about how easy it would be snatch you from bakugou and keep you to himself. he’s not good enough of a person to leave you alone.

aaah kirishima is a sweetheart and he treats you well. so when you feel his hand on your thigh underneath the table - rubbing little circles into your knee, you don’t even notice. and when he gets super close to you to hear you talk - telling you your voice is too soft even tho a class is empty, you let him.

and when you point out that ppl keep staring and whispering you, he tells you to ignore them and you do. you ignore the whispers and even the click of camera.

it’s only when you hear bakugou that you get a strange feeling in your gut. he stomps into the classroom - vicious. his schedule is so busy he normally doesn’t get to lounge around before class making sure to keep everything tight

but he got.. many messages about how you and kirishima were seating today. mostly from kami who likes to cause problems - he decided he should get there a lil early

well.. lo and behold he does - and he finds you and kirishima looking incredibly cozy with each other. and kirishima being.. kirishima - is the first to see him and he shoots his beloved friend the most smug fuckin smile.

bkg is pissed, naturally and stomps his way over to the two of you. he’s doing the thing again where he’s icy mad. he doesn’t even bother w kirishima and there’s a whole crowd around the three of you.

“get your shit,” he demands, clearly seething. you give him a wild look, noticing the now obvious tension before being completely confused. you’re about to protest w him but he sends you a spine-chillingly glare.

your whole class watches as he yanks you by the wrist out of the classroom as kirishima sits back and gives u a little wave. ur lost. obviously. and once you leave the classroom ur like “where are we going?”

the answer is to bakugous very nice car - a custom c3 corvette. he opens the door and stares you, grabbing your bags and taking them to the trunk. but u stand ur ground, cross your arms over your chest like

“what are we doing out here?”

bkg doesn’t hesitate in pushing you up against his car, his hands on your waist and his teeth nipping at your neck - sore from old bruises. and you gasp when you feel his fingers dig into your hips, all tongue and teeth.

“the fuck did i say about you cozyin’ up t’ that shitty haired bastard yesterday,”

this makes you swallow because bakugous mouth is travelling further and further and his hands are getting more bold. and you shiver, something hot and heavy in your core cause fuck he’s so possesive over you. it makes you dizzy, something sticky and warm in you.

“i.. i d-didn’t think you were being s..serious yesteryday”

he growls a little against your throat.

“guess i’ll have to teach you another lesson. im gonna get in the car and then you are. easy enough, nerd?”

you can’t do anything but nod and watch him open the car doors. when he gets in you follow and within the blink of an he manuevers you till your over his lap. you let out a loud yelp as his strong hands come down on your ass. still clothed.

you let out a soft yelp - a noise of surprise at the sudden sensation and you feel bkg bend down to speak in your ear.

“wanna act like a fuckin’ brat and flirt with your boyfriends friends? fine. i’ll fuck that shitty ass attitude right out of you,”

the firs thing you think is “boyfriend?!” but your voice gets muffled when you feel bakugou pull down your bottoms along with your panties. his hands are so strong and so big - long thick fingers covered in callouses from playing so many games. you can’t help but squirm under his touch, a growing wetness making your stomach clench.

he’s so so mean about it yk? a big strong hand smacking against your ass hard enough to leave a handprint. he chuckles when you whine, when your body shivers - bare cunt expose to him and nothing else. a wave of humilation floods through you.

“‘s not my fault you’re like this y’know? all you gotta do is follow instructions - i know you now how to fucking do that, right? always bein’ so prissy,” ― bakugou tsks, smacking your ass hard before spreading your cheeks out. he admires the way your cunt trembles with mean laugh ― “but you wanna go flirt with shitty hair that much, huh?”

you’re gonna protest and tell him it’s not even like that.. which makes you question why’re so eager to go with his demands. but the words get lost as the sound of spanks slowly drift and it’s just bakugou admiring your ass. he didn’t really get a good chance too when he was fucking you yesterday but now he’s got eagles on you n your pretty little cunt.

“never gonna let anyone touch your pretty little pussy but fuckin’ me,” ― and he groans, sliding his fingers through your folds ― “fuck.. fuck”

you’re not expecting much but within another few seconds you’ve got your cheek pressed to the glass window, ass up and body folded with your cunt directly in bkgs face. you’re not rlly sure why this was happening because you were sure you were getting punished. and maybe the humilation of having your face pressed to glass is enough

but it doesn’t negate the fact bkg is tongue deep in your cunt. both hands massaging your ass - spreading your lips apart so he can get into fucking deeper. sliding his tongue against your folds and slurping on your clit until you’re jolting with pleasure like you’ve never known before in your life. you’re moaning so loud the whole campus could probably fucking hear but bkg doesn’t care and doesn’t stop

and your thighs give out, he goes from eat it from the back to getting underneath you and has you sitting on his face. you just keep cumming and bakugou is rock fucking hard - but he doesn’t even bother jerking himself off. he spends all of his time n effort worshipping your sweet cunt

you cum on his face so many times you’re completely limp by the time he sticks his dick in you. but it feels so good when he does that too - oversenstive walls stretched out his big cock, a hand on your sides as he shifts you into missionary.

he doesn’t even intend to make you cum again but the position has him so deep in your cervix that you do and he’s so close. and when bkgs close, he’s fucking obscene.

but it’s not all that vulgar like you’re expecting and that makes you fucking whine. hearing bakugou praise you and your pussy does something terrible to your brain and in your fucked out haze - arms around his shoulders, you’re fucking whimpering.

and bkgs just in your ear like

“such a sweet fuckin’ girl for me, taking my dick so damn good, haah fuck. all mind. know how to behave when i fuck you like this don’t you? be a good girl and take it all.. there you go, just like that,”

when he cums inside of you he stays there for a while and stares at your completely gone expression. it’s unusually soft and you wont see it often but he grabs your face and kisses you hard

“you’re my girlfriend now you fuckin’ dweeb so start fuckin’ acting like it yeah?”

you whine and nod, unable to refuse even if u want too

“yeah..yeah”

#bully!bkg #prettyboy.thirsts #bnha x reader #bakugou x reader #return to sender #this is not proof read at all im losing my mind.#dubcon cw #toxic cw

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 3 years

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Bad Behavior (Kang Yeosang and Choi San) Rated

Pairing: Dilf Sugar Daddy! Kang Yeosang × Younger Sugar Baby! Reader (Female) × Dilf Sugar Daddy! Choi San

Genre: Smut, Slight Angst, Dilf/Sugar Daddy AU.

Summary: After coming back and finding out their beloved princess misbehaved, Yeosang and San must remind her to not cross them again.

Word Count: 3.6K

Warnings: Aged up/Older ateez (but age differences are still within legal boundaries). Sugar daddy × sugar baby relationship. Poly relationship. Degradation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, edging, bondage, slight sensory play, orgasm denial, oral (male receiving), fingering, spanking, hair pulling, unprotected sex (always use protection), breeding kink, daddy kink. Dom! Yeosang, Dom! San, Sub! Reader

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Yeosang sat calmly on the chair leaned against the wall, hands delicately placed on his lap as he listened to the desperate whines echoing through the room. His eyes were hardly blinking as he watched his friend press the wand vibrator further into the small, sensitive button of the young female. Her skin was heated, face flushed, cheeks burning. No matter how much she writhed underneath the man standing over her, she was still unable to free her wrists, which were bound by the ropes they had tied up to the bed posts, and the male who was currently edging her as he pleased made sure she kept her hips and legs with the help of his strong arms.

Taking notice of how her thighs began trembling and wanted to clench together, Yeosang quickly spoke up:

"San move the vibrator away from Y/N, she's about to cum."

Even though she had been blindfolded, she could practically feel the sadistic smile on San's face that sent shivers down her spine everytime she saw it. She threw her head back against the pillow, grunting loudly in frustration when yet another orgasm was merciless was taken away from her, leaving her in utter disillusion.

"Look at how cute she looks Yeosang, bucking her hips up into the air like a needy bitch." San let out a snicker as he released part of his hold on her lower half to watch as her body practically pleaded for his touch once more.

"How pathetic. Maybe you should have thought twice before going out without your daddies' permission to that cheap club and have your body groped by some lowlife douche."

With an annoyed click of his tongue, San gripped the end of her chin and tilted it slightly towards him.

"Well? Was it worth it? Did you enjoy having his dirty hands touching you? I hope it was worth it you little bitch."

Releasing his grip on her chin, Y/N then let out a tiny shriek when she felt the palm of his hand strike against her left cheek, leaving her stunned momentarily.

"I can't even look at you, let alone want to touch you after knowing someone else defiled you." If the silk material wasn't rendering her blind, she'd be able to see the disgusted look on San's face as he pictured the younger man in question touching and feeling up his prized possession.

"San, I understand that you are very upset and disappointed at our little princess, but slapping her like a common whore is not a proper punishment." Yeosang's eyebrows furrowed significantly as he witnessed the appalling incident.

"Oh don't be too soft on her Sangie. If she's going to act like a common whore, then we have to treat her as one. Besides...."

He let out a low chuckle as he traced the outline of her lower lip with his thumb.

"Our princess likes being treated roughly. Why do you think she went out and disobeyed us? She probably wanted to get us mad so we'd treat her like this. Isn't that right babygirl?"

Y/N let out a shuddering gasp when she felt San's hand wrap around her neck, making her swallow harshly and hold her own breath even though he wasn't even cutting off her oxygen. Hearing her other sugar daddy sigh softly, she trembled even more when she discerned his footsteps coming towards the bed, stopping right at one of the corners were one of the ropes were tied to. She released the breath she was holding when San's hand was removed from her neck by Yeosang, who although having a stern look, was still very calm in his demeanor.

"She misbehaved, yes, but I'm sure she's very sorry about her bad behavior. Am I correct sweetheart?" Yeosang shifted his attention to her.

"Y-yes." She responded promptly.

"Yes what?" Yeosang raised an eyebrow.

"Yes daddy. I'm very sorry for behaving so badly." She corrected herself, remembering the way Yeosang liked having her respond.

With a hint of a smile, he lightly caressed her cheek, a sign that he was indeed pleased with her.

"Well then....why don't you show us how sorry you are baby?"

Feeling the tight rope being loosened up, Y/N's hands dropped to her stomach when they were finally freed from their confinement. The blindfold soon was also peeled off and she was graced by the sight of Yeosang's beautiful face peering down at her. Cupping the side of her cheek, Yeosang bent over so he could tenderly place a kiss on her. He was so gentle yet zealous with his kiss, Y/N found herself losing her breath the more he intensified their kiss. She didn't hesitate to part her mouth when his tongue swiped over her upper lip, she allowed him to take advantage as he wanted, wet muscle roaming all around her cavern. Just as they were getting lost in their passion, they were soon reminded they weren't alone when the other male cleared his throat rather exaggerated, his eyes elongating themselves even more as he watched the scene unfold in front of him. Reluctant to break away from his dear sugar baby, Yeosang nonetheless took a step back.

"Now honey, Sannie here was very hurt by what he calls your betrayal."

San crossed his arms and let out an angered puff of air.

"Why don't you make it up to him? Show him how sorry you are?" Yeosang suggested, although Y/N knew it was more of a command.

Propping herself into all fours, she crawled over to the other side of the bed where San was. She tried reaching for his zipper, but San retracted himself away before she could even touch him.

"I don't know if I want a dirty slut's mouth sucking my cock. Who knows what else she's put in there?" He sneered at her, which made Y/N look down in shame.

Shaking his head, Yeosang walked over and patted his friend on the shoulder.

"San, stop being that way. Our Y/N is a good girl and she wants to make up for what she did. And I know for a fact you really enjoy having her suck you off."

San bit down at his bottom lip, enticed by the thought of his favorite doll's mouth stuffed full with his cock.

"Plus look at her, she wants your cock in her mouth too." Yeosang whispered softly in his ear.

Looking back down at the younger female, San took in her eyes that were widened like a deer's and staring up at him with a yearning. Although he made up his mind to give in, purely for his own satisfaction, he was going to have fun with it first.

"You want to show me you're sorry by sucking my cock babygirl?" San tilted his head down at her.

She quickly nodded her head, which displeased the other male.

"Words princess. Those lips of yours aren't just there to adorn your pretty face, now speak up or I'll take away your ability to speak." Yeosang gave her the first warning of the night.

"Yes, I want to show my daddy how sorry I am. Will daddy let me suck his huge cock?" She ended her inquiry by poking her tongue out to wet her lips.

With a totally smug grin, San started to unzip his pants.

"Hmmmm I don't know if you truly deserve to suck off my cock, after all, it's a superior cock to all the other one's you've had, aside from Yeosang's." He added, to which his friend couldn't help but smirk at.

"So why don't you beg first and then maybe I'll think about it?" But San and Yeosang both knew he'd end up face fucking the girl on the bed.

"Please daddy, let me suck your cock. I know I've acted like a total slut, but please use my mouth as you wish. Fuck yourself on my face until you make a mess of me."

With a satisfied gaze, San didn't hesitate to strip himself out of his pants, revealing that he had not worn any underwear underneath at all. Getting a peak over at Yeosang's disgruntled look, San could only shrug.

"We both know we'd end up fucking her either way so what was the point?"

Noticing that Y/N seemed to brighten up at his words, San was quick to tear down any illusions she had.

"Don't get ahead of yourself missy. Just cause I said we'd fuck you, it doesn't mean we're going to let you cum."

She couldn't help but pout her lips when he shut her down so cruelly. Resting a palm on the top of her head, San grabbed the base of his erect member and tapped the head along her upper lip.

"Maybe if you suck me off real good, I might think about it."

Lips parting around his cock, Y/N hummed as San sunk his length deeper inside her mouth. He sucked in a deep breath and then released a heavy groan, head tilting back as he slowly rolled his hips forward. Y/N generously opened her mouth to make way for his entire cock to slide in and out of her. San started a slow pace at first, wanting to savor the feeling of her wet mouth engulfing his entire shaft.

"Shit, you always treat me so well." He said in a raspy voice when he felt Y/N start suckling around his length.

"Told you she was our good little girl." Yeosang spoke up from the other side of the bed, watching in earnest as his friend was getting his cock sucked by their sugar baby. Feeling the atmosphere get heated, Yeosang started unbuttoning his dress shirt, peeling it open enough for his rock hard abs to peek out, a sight very few got to behold. He ran a hand down his thigh, resisting the urge to whip his own member out and jerk off to the scene in front of him. As much as he wanted to, he had a lot of self control and he'd much rather have Y/N wrap her own hands around his cock. Or better yet, he'd rather pound it into her pussy.

San continued to let our groan after groan, his hips starting to become more aggressive in their movements. With a hand gripping the back of her head, he forced her face down until she was gagging all around his shaft. When he released her, she only managed to take a deep breath before he was bucking his hips up into her mouth in a continuous motion.

"Oh God- yes that's right. Suck my cock like the good whore you are."

Y/N felt herself clench around nothing when he heard San speak up above her. Hollowing her cheeks even further, one of her hands slid up San's thigh and then cupped his balls. That action had him throwing his head back as he drove himself into her mouth more roughly.

"Oh fuck babygirl, you're driving me insane."

If she could, Y/N would have smiled at the praises San was now bestowing upon her. She made sure to squeeze and fondle his balls as she knew he'd like, further heightening the pleasure he was feeling. She was so concentrated and focused on sucking San off that she didn't realize Yeosang had leaned closer towards them. One of his hands delicately came up to caress his baby's ass, fingertips brushing across her soft skin and creeping closer to her tiny hole. With a sly smile, he plunged his middle finger inside her, wiggling it slightly before curling it up and rubbing it on her hood.

"Yeosang-" San growled when he was made aware of what was happening only because when Yeosang started pushing his finger inside Y/N's pussy, she had given him a particularly long suck that caught him off guard, nearly throwing him over the edge.

Smiling unapologetically, Yeosang merely added a second finger into her hole, using them to spread her folds apart.

"She's mine too and I get to play with her however I want."

Although muffled due to San's cock, Y/N was moaning wildly as Yeosang swirled and circled his fingers into her, his thumb playing close attention to her clit.

"My cute little doll for me to play with." He finished saying as he continued to finger her hole.

"Yeah? Well right now I'm going to paint this little doll's face with my cum. Make a mess on her."

Holding her head in place, San shut his eyes and through gritted teeth began to recklessly fuck himself against her face, his tip hitting the back of her throat every time he pushed back in. As soon as his cock twitched, San pulled himself out and quickly began pumping his length. Making sure to get as close as possible, San groaned in ecstasy when sputters of his cum started pouring out and landing on Y/N's face. Yeosang himself whined lowly as he watched the white liquid trickle down her forehead, cheeks and even her nose. Whatever fell close to her mouth was quickly cleaned up by her tongue, further pleasing the male she just brought to his climax.

"Oh you're such a dirty girl." He grinned at her.

Knowing his friend wasn't done with her quite yet, Yeosang slipped his fingers that were still lodged in her heat out. Bringing them up to his mouth, he licked it all clean as he saw how San began turning her so her ass was now facing him.

"You sucked me off like a champ baby, but you know my hard on is difficult to get rid of."

She did indeed knew, having been used over and over by solely him in just one night. It seemed he was insatiable when it came to her, never leaving without at least making sure they came 4 to 6 times. If Yeosang was added to the equation, then it'd be less, but only because it would get more rough, kinky and he'd insist on not pushing their precious princess too far.

Y/N eagerly pushed her ass up as far as she could, wiggling it a little just to put on a show for San, which he noticed.

"Does the little slut now want to get fucked from behind?" San teased, his hardening member poking at one of her cheeks.

"Please Daddy." She made sure to remember the manners Yeosang had taught her, the latter smiling proudly that she remembered the training he'd given her.

"All right, but only cause you said please."

They both moaned out, one from the overwhelming feeling of his member being gripped tightly and the other from having her walls stretched out so deliciously. Y/N couldn't get comfortable just yet, as there was still an extra pair of eyes watching them and he was now beginning to strip himself out of his clothes, his eyes peering down at the younger female so intensely.

"San, quit playing around and fuck her, but make sure she doesn't cum."

Before Y/N could get a chance to say anything, any words about to come out of her mouth were strangled out when the man behind her started pounding his cock into her core. His hands were gripping down harshly on her skin, using her ass as leverage to push himself back inside her even more deeper. Yeosang stood to the side watching all this with an eerily serene and pleased smirk. As much as he loved punishing and fucking their babygirl himself, he preferred and enjoyed more watching San carry out his orders and punish her instead. San may be the one who mostly took action, but it was always at Yeosang's commands. He was the true mastermind behind everything that happened in the bedroom. His cock was painfully hard as he reveled in the sight of seeing his friend's cock being driven inside Y/N's pussy.

"You enjoying this you fucking sadist?" San snarled as he noticed the way Yeosang was staring. Wanting to toy around with Yeosang for a bit, he cupped a bit of Y/N's hair in his hand before yanking on it so her face would look up at Yeosang.

Smiling with no remorse, Yeosang chuckled under his breath.

"More than you'll ever comprehend. Now can you please add a little bit more spice in this? Make it hard for our princess to not cum."

Having the perfect idea in mind, San used the free hand that wasn't gripping her hair to come down and spank one of her ass cheeks.

"F-fuck!" Y/N cried out as her body jolted forward.

"You heard Yeosang. Don't you dare cum at all baby." He warned her as his hand landed 2 more smacks across her skin.

Y/N's legs began trembling under San. The combination of his hips snapping his cock deep in her plus his hand striking her ass was becoming unbearable to withstand. She wanted to cum so badly, especially after hours of being edged and toyed around with before. Her eyes looked over to Yeosang, silently pleading him to allow her to give into her much anticipated release. But he remained unmovable, he just continued to watch her as his hand slowly stroked his shaft.

"Please daddy....." She whimpered in a rather pathetic manner, trying hard not to clench around San's dick.

When Yeosang moved towards her, she thought that maybe she'd get what she wanted, but instead she shuddered when he suddenly gripped her face harshly.

"I told you time and time again that I want you to use your words, but it seems you just don't get it. So why don't we try to fix that?"

Releasing her cheeks rather harshly, Yeosang looked over to San.

"San, do me a favor and shut her up for a while. I don't want to hear any sound from her for a few minutes."

Getting the hint of what Yeosang wanted, San sent him a knowing smile.

"It'll be my pleasure."

Pressing his hand on the back of her head, he pushed her face until it was completely sunken in the mattress underneath them. Yeosang smirked with satisfaction as he heard Y/N's screams being muffled now as San intensified his thrusts, the new angle making it easier for his dick to hit her g-spot each time he pushed back in.

"Oh fuck! I'm gonna cum." He gasped out, frantically chasing his high.

"Cum inside her."

That command shocked even San. Ever since they started the relationship, they had never once came inside Y/N's hole, always preferring to cum on her body.

"Have you lost your-"

"Did I stutter? Either you cum inside her little cunt and fill her up or I'll make sure neither of you are cumming at all."

Knowing fully well Yeosang was very capable of making it happen, San didn't press the matter any further and caved in. With feral groans, he stilled his hips as he began emptying himself inside Y/N, cock spurting out endless amounts of cum that painted her walls. Even though her sounds were semi muted, both of them could make out her frustrated whines at not being allowed to cum while feeling San's hot semen pool into her. Releasing his hold on her, San pulled out of her and quickly stepped aside as he could tell Yeosang couldn't hold back anymore.

Before Y/N could fully catch her breath or get a hold of herself, she gasped when she was suddenly turned around on her back as Yeosang stared at her with hunger and lust. She let out a choked wail when his cock entered her and gave her no time to prepare as he started a merciless rhythm of tearing into her pussy. With her legs thrown over his shoulders, the position only made her more weak. Her clit and folds were beyond pink, bordering on a crimson red and were puffed up to an extreme. Tears brimmed down her face as she felt her body give into the overwhelming pleasure she was feeling. Her body was so exhausted after so much foreplay and being used for her daddies' twisted ways that she felt like she was going to pass out from how intense her growing orgasm was becoming. She couldn't feel or register anything aside from the burning between her legs and the sound of skin slapping that was heard throughout the room.

"You wanna cum now my little doll?" Yeosang taunted at her, one hand snaking to her neck once more and squeezing softly.

"Yes! P-please let me cum!" She begged fervently, shouting as loud as she could even though her throat was being constricted.

"Fine. I think you learned your lesson princess. Now cum for me. Cum for your daddy." He instructed her.

With eyes rolling to the back of her head, Y/N's body started convulsing uncontrollably under Yeosang's. Her vision blurred as shockwaves gripped at her body and had her dissolving into a puddle of intense pleasure. Throughout all this, Yeosang continued to plunge his cock into her, not stopping until his own cum was flooding her heat, mixing in with her juices and with San's cum that had been previously bestowed inside her. He had a completely unapologetical and proud smile as he pulled out to watch his cum seep out of her.

"One of us is going to get you pregnant babygirl.... let's wait and find out."

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pastelavender88 · 2 years

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I’m Stuck

Edmundo “Eddie” Diaz x Fem!reader

Summary: When a separated woman new to LA needs help with a rather personal matter, who will she call? None other than the firefighter in every woman’s wet dreams.

Prompt: Smut # 7- ‘You look good like this’, #20- Is this okay’, & #24- I want this.

Requested-No

Remember ask and submissions are open. Go to the prompts list and send in.

This song remind me of the mood this oneshot sets.

Of fucking course. I thought shit like this only happened in porno movies, but low and behold, it's happening to me. Let me explain.

I had recently just moved to town with my 8-year-old daughter, Ava, after my piece of shit soon-to-be ex-husband cheated with another woman. When I first arrived in LA, I met a handsome guy named Eddie Diaz. He had a son named Christopher around Ava's age. He was sweet. He even helped me find my around the city, giving me names of good parks, restaurants, and even people.

I soon met his friends from the 118 after he invited me to his boss' party. They all seemed very sweet, but back to the issue at hand. While Ava was at school, I decided to finally get a chance to clean the house since it was my off day.

After putting a load of laundry in, I noticed a piece of fabric stuck in my dryer. When I tried to get it out, it seemed snagged on something. So, like the idiot I am, I decided to go in and get it. I succeeded in that but, when I tried to back out of the dryer, I noticed my boobs wouldn't let me. "Come on, girls, we got in here. We can get out." I tried but, it just started to hurt.

Luckily I had my apple watch on. So I could somewhat ask for help. I hit the only contact I knew through all of LA. "Eddie, I can't talk right now, but can you please come by my house. The spare key is in a hideaway rock."

After a minute or two passed, I got a text from Eddie saying sure. After about 10 minutes, I heard my front door open.

"Hello?" called out Eddie.

"I'm back here, Eddie." I heard Eddie come around the corner. He started to laugh.

"Laugh it up, asshole. I didn't realize that my boobs would get stuck. Can you please help me?"

He finally found his composure. "How did this even happen?"

"I thought Narnia happened in wardrobes and dryers," I said, dripping with sarcasm. "What do you think? I saw a piece of fabric in the dryer, and I climbed in to see what it was. It was Christopher's missing sock, by the way."

"I thought this only happened in pornos."

"That's what I thought too. Now can you help me?"

"You know. Now that I think about it. You look good like this." I just realized what kind of position I was in, and it didn't help seeing as I was in a t-shirt that definitely rolled up due to my situation and a pair of panties.

"Can you just help me get out of here?"

"Fine. I'm gonna pull, and you pull at the same time. Tell me to stop if it hurts." Eddie got behind me, and I was embarrassed. Eddie's dick was at the same level as my ass. He pulled, and nothing happened.

"I think my shirt is snagged."

"Alright. Where do you think it's snagged at."

"Under my bra." When I said that, his hands started to drag their hands up my body and found their way near the part I was talking about. I felt him pull part of the shirt.

"Try to back out now." I was easily able to back out now. I came face-to-face with Eddie.

"Thanks."

"No problem."

"Was it as fun for you as it was for me." I joked, but Eddie's eyes seemed to darken.

"It could be better." He said as he took a step towards me. I became flustered.

"Well, thanks for your help, Eddie."

"No problem. So how will you thank me for my efforts."

"What do you mean."

"I think you know what I mean." He said as he closed the gap between us, and our lips met.

The kiss quickly heated up. Eddie's tongue was exploring my mouth, and I did the same. When Eddie broke away, all I could do was whimper at the loss of his mouth on mine.

"Is this okay?" (We love a consensual king.)

"Yes. Eddie, I want this." After I said that, Eddie's lips were back on mine, and he carried me to my bedroom.

His lips then traveled from my lips down to my neck. As they traveled further, Eddie paused.

"What's wrong?"

"Umm. I don't have a condom."

"Oh. I'm on the pill unless you.." Eddie swiftly went back to kissing me all over. He quickly slid his fingers under the hem of my underwear. He swiftly inserted one finger in my opening.

"Eddie..." He inserted another finger while also circling my clit. He continued until he saw how close I was. He removed his fingers. "Eddie!"

"Did I say you could come yet?" He removed my underwear and hovered over my pussy. "Look how fucking soaked for me you are." He said before going down. He started with a few licks across my slit before he began devouring me like a starved man.

"Eddie." I left out a breathy moan. "Right there." I felt myself drifting away and reducing to nothing but mush. "So close..."

"What's the magic word, babe?"

"Please, Eddie?" He swiftly attacked my clit again. My body felt like it was falling off a cliff into a pile of tingling ecstasy. "Jesus, Eddie!" I moaned with a huff.

Eddie then came back and connected our lips. I could taste myself on his lips and tongue. My hands traveled their way to his belt and quickly undid it. I undid his pants and felt his impressive erection. I began to stroke him while he took off his shirt. "You know we don't have to if you..." I swiftly put my lips back on his to get him to shut up.

"Eddie, I'm fine." He took that as his green light and flipped me over on the bed. My ass was in the air, and I felt his tip meet with my opening. I let out a small moan to encourage him on. Slowly, Eddie entered me.

It took a little adjusting to. He was rather large compared to my ex. "You okay?"

"Yeah. I'm fine. Just need a minute to adjust." After a few moments, I gave Eddie the signal to move. Slowly Eddie dragged out of me before thrusting back in. The burn slowly began to dull and turn to pleasure. "Eddie. Faster."

Eddie picked up his pace and thrust into me. We continued like that for what felt like hours when it was probably 20 minutes. I felt Eddie's dick twitch which meant he was close.

Eddie brought his finger back to my clit and began to massage me there. I felt another orgasm about to wash over me. "Come for me." When he said that, my body reacted. I saw stars. He continued to fuck me through my orgasm before cumming.

We fell onto the bed. "That was..." He started. "I don't even know how to describe it."

"Yeah." He wrapped his arms around me.

"You know what?"

"What?"

"I'm gonna need to do another load of laundry now."

Okay this was my first attempt at doing smut.

#Eddie Diaz #eddie diaz x reader #black reader #female reader #911 fox #911 fic

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whattheheckmidoriya · 2 years

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Quiet Chapter 4: Migraines

Description: Your first class with 1-A didn’t go as planned and the work never seems to end.

Pairing: Aizawa Shota x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of a migraine and painkillers (please let me know if there are more!)

Word Count: 3,453

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Your senses came alive as streams of chatter seeped into your ears, causing your eyes to snap up to the entrance to Ground Beta.

A wave of anticipation crashed over you as, one by one, class 1-A came running into the training grounds donning their new costumes. You smiled at their excitement, a sense of pride coming over you as you caught the glimmer of confidence that sparkled in their eyes. All Might looked down at you, his ever-present smile, making the corners of your lips turn slightly. "Today is a big day, Beholder! Ready to show these kids what it takes to be a pro?"

You huffed a breath of laughter at his enthusiasm. Watching the kids running towards you in their costumes, you couldn't help but smile widely in response.

"Yeah," you breathed. "Don't go scaring them off, though, okay? We have to make sure we still have a class to teach after this." All Might raised his hands in feigned surrender as you playfully elbowed him in the ribs.

"Ah, but fear is part of the job- don't you think, old friend? It's during these fearsome moments that the true nature of a hero shines through!" His voice rang out in your ears as your eyes went over the young faces of class 1-A. So much excitement. So much determination. So much power. So much anxiety.

He's right.

What is it to be a hero if not putting the lives of others over your fears?

These kids are so young; so green. Whatever adrenaline they have burning in their veins right now is nothing compared to what they'll face in the real world.

All you can do is be there for them. Help them on this dangerous path until they meet the day they won't have to look back for your help anymore. You'll make sure they become the best heroes this damn world has ever seen.

A sigh flew past your lips as you picked up your shoulders, quirking an eyebrow at the Symbol of Peace. He smiled at the look of determination that flashed behind your glasses.

"Let's give them a little scare, then."

"Call them off, All Might!" Bolting through the hallways inside of the training building, your ears rang with the distant sounds of yells and explosions. You could hear the walls cracking under the pressure of the powers unleashed by your students.

They're going to kill themselves.

No answer from All Might through your earpiece. You cursed wildly as your feet pounded over the floors, your nose burning as it caught onto the smell of burnt sugar.

Nitroglycerin.

Shit.

"All Might!" Your voice echoed through the hallway, your boots skidding over the floors as you pushed yourself into a sharp turn, racing closer to the explosions that shook the building. "What are you waiting for?!"

Another explosion rocked the building, making you stumble before sending your body crashing onto the cracked floors.

You could hear them more clearly now.

The hatred. The anger. The resentment. The determination. The hope. The overcoming.

"Are you ignoring me again? I'll get your attention,"

A chill shot through your spine as you scattered back to your feet, taking another turn as you followed the sound of his voice with something akin to fear burning your veins.

Bakugo.

People aren't born equal in this world. Quirks are a testament to that-- no two are exactly alike and not all are lucky enough to have one. But a quirk by itself is nothing, it's the person behind the quirk who gives it power-- who molds it into something more than a simple ability.

A quirk is only as dangerous as its wielder.

"Bakugo," All Might's voice boomed through every speaker in the building, only soothing your nerves just a fraction as you continued racing down towards your students. "Use that stored-up power again and I'll stop this fight. Your team will lose."

A part of you scoffed inwardly. This wasn't about the training exercise anymore in Bakugo's eyes; you knew this. The brash words that spilled from his mouth were enough to tell you that much. This was different. This was personal.

Finally rounding a corner, you were met with the sight of the two boys in the middle of a half-destroyed room, your senses quickly assessing the situation. The room had fallen victim to Bakugo's blasts, light streaming in from the gaping hole in the wall just behind Midoriya, rubble scattered over the floor. Smoke and dust swirled in the air, stinging your lungs as you gasped at the sight before you.

Bakugo glared at the ceiling with a scowl etched onto his face. "Huh?!"

All Might's voice once again filled the air. "To employ such a strong attack indoors is inviting the destruction of the stronghold you should be protecting. That's a poor strategy to apply whether you're a hero or a villain. The penalty would be a massive loss of points."

Bakugo's muscles twitched as the hero's words sank in, the fire in his eyes burning with more intensity now than before. A growl pushed past his gritted teeth, quickly followed by a yell of rage.

"All Might," your voice bit into the earpiece, your anger and frustration mixed with concern falling into your friend's apparent deaf ears. "Call them off."

You could step in-- you should step in-- but this is All Might's lesson for the class, you can't disregard his authority over this initial training session. To act without his greenlight would be against everything you agreed upon when accepting this job. You'd be disrespecting your friend's judgment if you stepped in.

Your jaw ticked as you watched from behind them. You better know what you're doing, All Might.

"The pillar by the window-- get there now!" Midoriya quickly commanded through his earpiece as Bakugo's hands crackled with bright sparks.

Before anyone could react, the blond shot himself forward with an explosion, the heat of it warming your skin as you turned your eyes away from the sudden flash of light. Blinking back into the scene, your legs shook with adrenaline as a yell ripped through Bakugo's throat as he went on the offensive.

The fight escalated at concerning rates as the seconds ticked by, a pit of dread settling at the bottom of your stomach as you watched it all unravel before your eyes. Bakugo's words are as explosive as his quirk, only confirming your initial conclusion: this was personal to him.

Which is what worried you the most.

Midoriya crawled away from Bakugo, getting himself backed into the wall as to put some distance between him and his opponent.

"All Might, please--"

"I must let it continue, Beholder," All Might's voice seeped into your ears, weight by the same concern that tightened itself around your chest. "For his sake, I have to let them go on."

You bit your tongue, clenching your jaw in an attempt to hold back the angered words that burned in your throat. What is this strain between Midoriya and Bakugo? The ferocity of it is unlike anything you've witnessed before. An enormous part of you wished to call the battle off yourself and save the kids from whatever could happen next. But you had to trust All Might. You had to trust that he had a reason behind allowing for this to continue unraveling.

"Come at me!"

And then you felt it.

The tight pull of air. The quick surge of power that hung over your heads. The push of a force invisible to you.

The hairs on your arms stood, eyes widening as your feet shot forward. Your senses tingled at the stimuli that surrounded the air around you.

"Midoriya, wait—!" Your words were cut off as the boy swung a fist towards his opponent, redirecting the hit at the very last second as he brought his arm up to the ceiling.

The building trembled as the blast broke through the ceiling, nearly collapsing the entire level with a single shot of pressurized air. Shards of glass rained over your bodies as rubble crumbled to the floors around you. You winced at the ringing in your ears, the shift in air pressure shooting a bolt of pain through your skull.

Gaping at the scene before you, you only had enough time to shoot yourself forward and slide down to your knees in time to catch Midoriya before his limp body crumpled to the ground. A ragged breath pushed past your lips as you cradled his head protectively, eyes softening at the sight of the boy's broken and bruised arm.

All Might's voice boomed through the remainder of the building, announcing the end of the first battle. A victory for the heroes.

The air was thick, full of unspoken tension that hung over your heads like a knife ready to drop. Your eyes settled on Midoriya, clicking your tongue at the sight of the pained furrow of his brow. Then your eyes traveled up to Bakugo, your heart dropping heavily at the fire in his crimson eyes.

His muscles twitched, his hands shaking as his lungs struggled to release the breath that had lodged itself in his throat. Flashes of fear and hatred burned in his gaze, his jaw ticking as if he were stuck in his mind.

"Bakugo, are you okay? Are you hurt?" His hands clenched into fists by his sides, his arms shaking with something similar to anxiety. "Hey, kid, are you—?" Your voice dropped in concern as the boy stiffly looked down at his fallen opponent. Hot flashes of fury burned in his eyes along with something you couldn't quite put your finger on.

It wasn't long until the assistant droids took Midoriya from you and escorted him to Recovery Girl's office, All Might now joining you and Bakugo in the middle of the war zone.

With ringing ears, your senses tingled as they surveyed what survived of your surroundings. The room wreaked of nitroglycerin and ash, smoke swirling thickly through the air as it rose from the rubble that littered the once pristine floors. Scorch marks painted the walls around you, a masterpiece of chaos and danger. The gaping hole in the wall allowed for sunlight to spill into the room, bathing it in a delicate glow that contrasted heavily with the brokenness of your surroundings.

Your jaw ticked, brows furrowing as you pushed yourself off of the ground tiredly.

You paid no mind to the words All Might tried to encourage Bakugo with. Instead, as the boy fell silent with the lowering of his head, you came to understand something.

The kid didn't need praise or encouragement— at least not now. He knew he was capable of anything he set his mind to. He needed a reality check. A lesson on how to pick and choose his battles.

A breath pushed past your lips, your shoulders dropping in exhaustion as you pinched the bridge of your nose. Bakugo turned to leave without a word, leaving you in the company of your friend. "That kid," You slid your glasses further up your nose. "I'm worried about him."

A killer migraine was pounding at your skull by the end of the school day, and all you wished for was some quiet.

Midoriya was by your side, walking back to 1-A's classroom with a tired look in his eyes. You had gone to the infirmary to check up on the boy, a smile of relief settling on your lips at the sight of the boy sitting by the edge of his bed as Recovery Girl finished bandaging his arm. The boy accepted quite excitedly when you offered to escort him back to his classroom. Hopefully, his friends would be able to brighten his spirits.

"You're still a newbie with your quirk," your voice was low, soft, and meant for his ears only. "Aren't you, Midoriya?"

He choked on a breath, his eyes wide with panic. "I-I, uh, my body still doesn't know how to react to the power! It's—" Clamping his mouth shut, he looked at you with worry as you settled a comforting hand over his shoulder.

"Don't worry, kid," you chuckled. "I know of your little secret." Squeezing his shoulder reassuringly, you offered a smile. "And it's safe with me, okay?"

Relief washed over his features, a smile of his own adorning his face.

God, after what you saw today, it's hard to remember they're just kids.

"Thank you," Midoriya looked up at you with admiration and respect twinkling in his eyes. "I promise I'll do everything I can to control this power! I'll become a hero you and All Might can be proud of!"

A breath of amusement pulled from your lungs, your smile widening. You took the liberty of ruffling the boy's green hair, getting a soft laugh out of him.

"You're still green, Midoriya, still new to your power and what comes with it," you sighed, though you couldn't deny the sense of pride that grew near your heart. "But you've got a brilliant mind and a big heart on you. I have no doubt that you'll become a fine hero with time."

At that, the boy smiled. Determination flashed in his eyes; yours, with hope.

It didn't take long for you both to reach the door to 1-A's classroom, where Midoriya deeply thanked you for your company. Once the door closed behind him, you sighed, wincing as your migraine came to the front of your skull at full force. Against your better judgment, you concentrated on the ever-present buzzing of your senses, increasing the pounding on your head as you allowed yourself to listen.

School chatter and gossip.

Rhythmic footsteps falling over tiled floors.

Soft humming from the air conditioning systems.

Your senses mapped out every inch of the building. They buzzed at any sign of activity they could reach out to. You gritted your teeth in concentration.

At last, your shoulders sagged in exhaustion as you found what you were looking for. A tired smile reached your lips.

The teachers' lounge was empty.

A shot of pressure pounded behind your skull as you collapsed on the couch on the teachers' lounge. Squeezing your eyes shut, you ripped off your sunglasses, your fingers massaging your temples in an attempt to alleviate the incoming migraine your head was nursing.

Kids are exhausting.

Thankfully, All Might had decided to take care of the paperwork for the day, giving you the heaven-sent opportunity to release the tension that hung from your muscles.

The soft twist of the door nob caught your attention, but not enough for you to crack your eyes open. Quiet footsteps soon followed along with the other side of the couch dipping slightly under someone else's weight.

"I take it you had a rough day?"

A smile reached the corners of your lips as you huffed a breath, your brows quickly pulling together at the shot of pain that ran through your skull.

"Just taught my first class, and two students almost killed each other," you grunted. "So I'd say rough is a bit of an understatement."

Tiredly opening your eyes, your gaze traveled to meet that of the erasure hero. You smiled.

"I see you're still wearing my scrunchie." A low chuckle shook your chest with delight as his sore eyes widened a fraction, his fingers instinctively reaching for the hair tie.

"I meant to give it back this morning, but you were already in class when I sought you out." His fingers worked to loosen the tie from his hair, but you waved a dismissive hand at him, earning a questioning raise of his brow.

You smiled tiredly at the hero. "Keep it."

Aizawa tilted his head at you, uncertainty flashing in his eyes. "What?"

You snickered at his confusion. "Keep it," Turning your head in his direction, you gave a short, reassuring nod. "I trust you'll keep it safe— I barely use it anyway. Maybe you'll put it to good use."

A few beats passed, his eyes lingering on your own before his fingers uncurled from around the hair tie. "Thank you." He mumbled softly, prompting another nod from you.

"No problem," you sighed, squeezing your eyes shut with a wince. "It looks better on you anyway."

Comfortable silence filled the air, and you couldn't help but let your body sink further into the couch as a newfound wave of comfort washed over you. Even with the back of your skull pounding mercilessly, your short interaction with the erasure hero had managed to loosen some of the tension that stiffened your muscles heavily.

"Are you running away from the noise outside, too?" you breathed, running a tired hand over your eyes.

"It's usually quiet in here at this time of day," Aizawa replied lowly, keeping his voice as soft and quiet as possible as he took note of the uncomfortable furrow of your brow. "I mostly come to catch up on some sleep if I have the chance to."

Your eyes met his slowly, a smile gracing your lips. "Don't let me get in the way of your naptime, Aizawa, I think it's safe to say we might be the only ones here for a bit."

He tilts his head at you. "How do you know?"

A snicker clicks at your tongue before you offer an answer. "The other teachers are still cleaning up their classrooms." When his eyes flashed in questioning, you let your own flutter before closing them again. "I can hear them."

"All of them?"

You nodded slowly, further sinking into the cushions. "All of them. All the time."

Suddenly, something gently thudded on the surface of the small coffee table in front of you. Peaking through one of your eyes, you caught sight of what looked like a pill bottle.

"What are those?" Your voice came softly, laced with curiosity.

Mimicking your positioning, Aizawa let his back sink into the cushions. "Painkillers," He turned to look at you through dark lashes. "You seem to need them more than I do."

You stared at the bottle for a few seconds, a lazy, tired smile slowly reaching your lips as you tilted your head toward Aizawa. "Are you sure we're not friends? Because this seems really friendly of you—"

"Don't push your luck," He huffed, a flash of amusement glimmering in his eyes. "Just don't need our new combat teacher getting taken out by a migraine."

You scoffed, playfully rolling your eyes as you caught sight of the slight curl of his lips. "We will be friends, Aizawa," you breathed as you grabbed the pill bottle, popping it open and tossing two pills into your mouth. "Mark my words."

He hummed softly, giving a short nod of his head before sheltering the bottom half of his face behind his scarf. "Maybe someday."

"Soon?"

"Possibly."

"We'll be great friends," A smile tugged at the corners of your lips, a glint of hope and sincerity twinkling in your eyes. "I know we will."

"You sound so sure," Aizawa noted, the ghostly remnants of a smile reaching the corners of his eyes.

You shrugged. "Only because you don't seem to deny any of it."

His dark eyes narrowed as you sent him a knowing look, which got a low scoff from him. You came to realize that he had a look. A way of meeting your eyes that said far more than his words were capable of. It wasn't too different from how he usually looked-- it was a subtle flash in those tired, dark eyes of his. The slight softening of his usually sharp gaze. The barely noticeable slip of his deadpan stare that melted into something kinder for just a second.

His eyes are beautiful, you smiled.

Just as you allowed your eyes to flutter shut, your phone went off. A colorful string of curses slipped past your lips as you grumbled angrily, patting your pockets until you fished out your phone. You flashed Aizawa an apologetic look, to which he responded with a short nod.

Pushing yourself off the couch and out of the teachers' lounge, you pressed the phone to your ear. "What do you have for me, Tsukauchi?"

"I see you're ready for business, Beholder," he chuckled through the line. "Are you free tomorrow night?"

You pulled your brows together. "You have a lead or something?"

"Or something." A few beats passed before he continued, "We may just be going off of a hunch right now, but no one can do a recon mission like you. So, are you free tomorrow night?"

"Give me a time and place, Tsukauchi. I'll be there."

And with that, you hung up the phone

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shootybangbang · 3 years

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Can i request an Arthur/sadistic female reader please？i really want to see him all messed up because of...you know🥺

(btw, pls check out the requester's art. her arthur content is 😩👌)

[Oneshot]: In which you still don't know how to tie an overhand knot

[Rating]: Explicit

[Note]: this is so fucking horny that i feel i have to apologize in advance. unedited and a little rough around the edges, feel free to point out errors or give criticism

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“Huh,” you muse aloud. “Looks like the gallery’s putting up a new exhibition this weekend.”

With one hand, you spread the newspaper across the bed and skip to page three. With the other, you continue to stroke Arthur’s cock, twisting your wrist a little to smooth your palm against its dripping tip. The man himself groans as you touch him, and the frame of his body trembles beneath where you’ve straddled yourself over his thighs.

His breaths are quickening again. “Please,” Arthur rasps, his voice hoarse with exertion and desperation alike. You indulge him with another slow, teasing pump of your fist as you continue to pick through the St Denis Tribune, humming thoughtfully as you peruse the newspaper’s Arts and Entertainment section.

“I’m beggin’ you, girl.” He sounds as though he’s teetering on the very edge of agony and ecstasy, and venturing perilously close to the latter. “C’mon. Please.”

“Looks like it’s mostly Impressionists this time. Let’s see here… a selection of Seurats and Monets… a couple Renoirs… oh, some Degas too?” With a mild expression that belies the depth of torture you’ve been putting him through, you slow your hand to a stop. He makes a choked, unhappy noise in the back of his throat that you heartily ignore. “That’s pretty bold of them, considering the reception they gave that Chatenay fellow you told me about.”

Growling, Arthur starts fumbling with the (admittedly badly tied) restraints securing his arms behind his back, twisting his wrists in an attempt to find a loose end.

“Easy there.” You run the pad of your thumb along the ridge delineating the head of his cock, slicking against the precum beaded at its tip. “I’ll give you what you want soon enough.”

“Been hearin’ you say that for almost half an hour now,” he replies, glaring. “You enjoyin’ yourself?”

“Immensely.”

“Better savor it while you can, because I promise you — I’m gonna remember this the next time I get you beneath me.”

You laugh. “Oh yeah? What‘re you gonna do then?”

“Untie me and I’ll show you,” he says.

“No,” you reply with a beatific smile.

He narrows his eyes and lowers his voice to something smooth and dangerous: the sort of tone you’ve known him to use for threats he actually intends to follow through on. “When it’s my turn,” he says. “I ain’t gonna tie you up. Won’t need to. Because with you, all I need is my hands.”

A shiver runs down your spine. The man’s wrists may be bound, but you’re still very much at his mercy. In all actuality, your authority here amounts to only a length of rope and his own good humor.

You let out a soft, involuntary whimper at the very thought of it.

“Gonna pin you down when I fuck you,” he continues. He’s smirking now, clearly enjoying the demonstrable effect his words have on you. “Lay you down on your stomach and keep you under me, where you belong.”

You’re half-tempted to loose the rope and let him do just that. Instead, you grab the hem of your shift with both hands and pull the garment over your head in a single fluid motion. It’s 1899, after all. High time for a woman to take charge of her own pleasure.

The dim glow of the oil lamp bathes your bare skin in a wash of gold and amber as you settle yourself against him, pressing the wet line of your slit along the length of his cock. “Go on,” you tell him. “What else?”

Arthur swallows hard and licks his lips, then draws in a sharp intake of breath as you roll your hips forward — just a brief stir of movement, but more than enough to make him twitch beneath you. “Drive you to the brink the same way you’re doin’ to me now,” he says weakly. “Take my time with you, nice and slow. Make you really beg for it.”

“Mm-hmm.” Another roll of your hips, this time with just enough pressure to grant him a touch of warmth.

Finally, he breaks. And it’s truly a sight to behold: Arthur Morgan, a man who you’d thought would break your spine like a toothpick the first time you’d met, openly begging for the simple privilege of being allowed between your thighs.

“God, please,” he groans. “You can’t do this to me. Can’t let me feel how wet you are and just leave me like this.”

“Of course I can.” You relent. “But I won’t. So be a good boy and stay still for me, alright?”

His cock weighs heavy in your hand as you guide him between your thighs. Arthur lets out a harsh gasp and instinctively thrusts upwards — but you immediately withdraw, and he finds nothing but the cruel emptiness of absence waiting to receive him.

“Thought I told you to stay still,” you repeat sternly.

He nods with the frantic desperation of a badly-trained dog begging for a meal. Hungry and eager, but standing to attention with as much obedience he can muster. Which isn’t much, even on the best of days, but he is trying. And for that, he deserves something in return.

You take him in slowly, both out of principle and necessity. Just a taste of him first, then the gradual descent, a long and drawn out consumption that he has barely the means to endure.

His gaze still hasn’t left you. There is an intensity in it that once might have frightened you, an azure bright as broken glass and twice as sharp. The purity of emotion in them strikes you to the bone, makes your throat tighten and your dominance waver — there is a depth of devotion there that borders on the absolute.

When you move against him, he squeezes his eyes shut against the sheer force of sensation that floods through. Arthur makes a low, pained noise in the back of his throat and confesses, “I ain’t gonna last long.”

You lean forward and kiss him, then start a slow, rocking motion with your hips that spurs him to whimper your name against your lips, a small cry of warning before you feel the first twitches of his cock. Arthur bucks up once, twice, then shudders beneath you as his seed pulses deep, blooms hot and slick inside your core.

“Goddammit,” he hisses. “Didn’t think I’d— ah, fuck…”

You ride on, grinding through the last, weakening throbs of his orgasm and until he lets out a final, heavy sigh. Arthur regards you with loose-limbed exhaustion, lolling his head against your pillows as he flashes you a drained, weary grin. “Alright,” he says. “Untie me and get up here so I can—”

“No need,” you say brightly, then lift your hips in a brief mockery of release before sheathing him again and sending him reeling into oversensitivity.

Arthur’s eyes roll back in his head. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he gasps, wincing. “What’re you—”

“Too much?”

“Didn’t say that,” he says. His jaw is clenched tight and his voice is faint, but the look on his face is one of stubborn determination.

You test him with another slow, sinuous slide of your hips. This time, he meets you with a shallow thrust of his own. He’s breathing hard, each exhale shivery with exertion. “Keep goin’,” he urges. “I can take it.”

The added lubrication of his come eases the friction of him, soothes the inevitable ache of penetration. You settle for an unhurried, leisurely rhythm that allows you to fully appreciate the slickness of each stroke, the accompanying warmth of his seed still spread through your core.

Arthur’s gaze darts downwards to the base of his shaft, where the drip of his come has begun to pool. “Beautiful,” he murmurs. “Just beautiful.”

He snakes his right arm free from his bonds and abruptly flips you onto your back with a well-timed shove.

“What— how did you…?”

“Sweetheart,” Arthur says, his voice warm and affectionately condescending. “You still can’t tie an overhand knot for shit.”

“But I double-checked this time!”

“Not very well, apparently.” He hitches your thighs around his waist and cages you in beneath him, then lowers his mouth to the slope of your neck. A brief, gentle nip — not hard enough to hurt, but more than enough to convey his renewed authority. “God, but you’re a greedy little thing, ain’t you?” he growls against your skin. “Just one load of my spend ain’t enough?”

“Thought you’d appreciate the challenge, since you’re always so— oh, shit,” you gasp, clutching at his shoulders when he drives himself downwards with a sharp, savage thrust.

“Go on.” Arthur says. He’s panting now, his dark blond hair slicked against his forehead with sweat. “Weren’t you sayin’ somethin’ about me?”

You let out an indecipherable whine that bears only a passing resemblance to human language.

“My poor girl,” he murmurs, low and tender. Arthur cups the side of your face against his palm and traces his thumb over your cheekbone, then presses a chaste kiss to your brow. “Can’t even talk right when I’m fucking her proper.”

He’ll no doubt be insufferably smug about this later, but you can’t quite bring yourself to care, distracted as you are by the view of him rutting against you, his shaft still streaked with his previous release. He’s fucking his own come back into me, you think to yourself, and that thought alone blinds out all else and leaves you blank with pleasure.

Arthur takes you hard and fast. Far rougher than his usual handling, which can sometimes be almost excruciatingly cautious. He kisses you clumsily, then lowers his mouth to the junction of your neck and shoulder, sucking and biting until the first, faint traces of tomorrow’s bruises begin to darken.

And with this, it’s not long before the first delirious ripples of your own orgasm begin to crest.

Every muscle drawn and tensed, dissolving into an inward ache of arousal that spurs you to grip him tight and whimper, eyelids fluttering as you struggle to keep his face in view. With a fierce satisfaction, you savor the sudden weakness in his expression when he feels you contract against him, then his harsh groan and the stutter of his hips as he follows, spilling what seed he has left.

Arthur keeps himself hilted until the very last shivers of exhilaration fade, then pulls away with a reluctance usually reserved for long farewells. The overflow of his come is thick and heavy as it drips from between your thighs, and the look on his face as he beholds it is one of tired appreciation.

Then he flops onto his side, totally spent. “You’re a real demon,” he sighs. “You know that?”

“A real demon would go for round three,” you reply faintly, staring dreamy-eyed up at the ceiling.

Arthur groans at the mere suggestion of it. “I think that’d actually kill me.”

When you curl up against him, he automatically throws an arm over your side, the action at this point an instinct secondary only to breathing, and brushes his mouth over the back of your neck.

As you ebb towards sleep, you murmur as an afterthought, “Didn’t you say you were gonna make me beg?”

He lets out a weary chuckle. “Well,” he says, “There’s always tomorrow.”

#arthur morgan #arthur morgan/reader #arthur morgan/oc #rdr2 #red dead redemption #fic #smut #my work #this makes my kinks so apparent that i want to crawl into a hole and die #sorry for being gross :’^)

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tamat3v · 3 years

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req: hey mate sorry to like probably ruin your reputation here but can i request pseudo-incest dabi with like overstimulation and sadomasochism?

❥• this was from my other acc, this req has been sitting and rotting for m o n t h s, i added my own twists and tweaks here and there [nah like actually a lot💔💔 the main kinks in highlight are still overstim and sadomasochism(ish for this one) so it’s not too bad] so i hope it is enjoyed. coming up with a title for this was living hell so i’ll figure it out later 🚶🏾

w/c: none, cus i’m trying straight up on tumblr, so help me god but it’s a pretty decent reading length i suppose

Touya hated you- despised you for the very fact you walked the earth in his lifetime. You were the most cherished one, the sun of your parents and he was the other one, who’s name was apparently so unspeakable because he was the disappointment. He hated you, did everything in his power to show his mom and your dad that you were no good. He knew what you were, he heard all of those girls and boys screaming as you basically pounded them into your mattress every other night. Only he knew how you toyed with and threw away each and every single one of them after you had your fun and gotten your dick wet enough for the week.

Touya curses the ground you walk on. He abhors you so, then why is it that this time he’s slumped against his bed? Hearing the girl cry and you pant with his pants feeling too tight? Why, god tell him why he walked into the room, acting like it was a mistake. Why he screamed at the girl to get lost and it was a sight to behold, how she scrambled for her clothes and flew out the door like a hurricane.

You were seeing red at this point. You’d finally convinced her to get into your bed and that god forsaken raven head had to step in a mess up. You were livid, shirt crumpled slightly and raised up as you flung the other onto the bed, hand wrapped around his throat dangerously with ill intentions which pinned him flat to the bed and all he could do was struggle. “Touya, what the hell is wrong with you?”

Touya couldn’t tell you the answer but how he wondered the same thing. No normal person would like being brutally tossed to the bed, being choked heavy with all rage- which was absolutely deserved. The crown of the pile of issues was that his hard on was furious in his pants, straining against the fabric. This is wrong, all so wrong. You were brothers for goodness’ sake, you could literally kill him for goodness’ sake yet he liked the hurt and he wanted you even more. He tried to speak out but his words died long before in his throat all he could let out was a weak, failing sound- so pathetic. You were so sour at the pitiful face he was making but it soon turned into a bitter smile on your face. As much as you wanted to thrash him for butting in and stepping far out of line, you would just rock his shit differently.

Because little did he know that you knew what he did. Unlike your parents, you heard him beating his pathetic, weeping cock and mewling at the dead of night to his own step-brother. You had seen his book, pages filled with the most obscene and perverse desires and fantasies he had and you knew from that day on he was far worse than you would ever be. Something about that cruel upper hand you had over him just made your stomach twist and all the right ways, who were you to not use this golden opportunity that fate had dealt you?

“You know, Dabi, I’ve read that book of yours.” He immediately sprung to life, eyes popping out their sockets. “_____, I can explain, it’s really not what you think it is-“ There it was. You dropped one harsh and heavy handed slap on his cheek with no hesitation and he was silent, effective immediately. “I don’t remember asking you to talk, Touya-kun. I read each and ever single one of those pages. You’re so sick, you know that?” you spat, tone seething and acidic. “‘Bet you liked that slap, didn’t you? Being pressed up underneath me like this? I know who you are, Touya: a perverted whore.”

Oh how he was shaking under you, legs turning inwards with his thighs pressed so cutely together to quell the sweltering heat in his pants. He was dripping, tip pumping up those sinful tears non stop ‘till it was so sticky. Touya’s brain had switched off, eyes unfocused on you but a sharp slap to his thigh, right next to the throbbing hardness brought him back whimpering. You finally released his throat, purpled bruise marks adorning his skin as he choked in air, just for it to be knocked out of his chest when you flipped him onto his back.

“From now on until I decide I’m done with you, you have no say. Shut up and take it like the slut you are. I will not listen to you but I don’t think it’s need anyway. I know you’ll enjoy every single second of it like the freak you are.” You weren’t asking, simply stating. You ripped down his stupid, tacky pants and slid in, no warning needed. Touya was undone with that, tears stinging hard, his lower half even harder but he liked the pain- so much that he came immediately, crying out already and you were incredulous at the realization.

You slapped his ass harshly. He didn’t deserve your mercy, not that he wanted it anyways. His dark hair was disheveled as you began hammering into him relentlessly. He cried from the overstimulation- it hurt so good. His body was absolutely shredded and you were far from finished with him- so far from it. His mind was not computing the stimulation, he was numb but felt everything at the same time. Was this an out of body experience because this didn’t feel real at all. He was bordering consciousness when you squeezed another high from his spent body already.

What time was it now? Touya was lost in a different plane when you finally pulled out, daylight peaking through shut blinds and he was limp. He was beyond useless and he- he felt you push in once more and shredded attempt at a scream erupted from his torn up vocal box. “Oh? So you are still awake. You better be, you will take what I give you, Touya.”And you were so pleased with your work, yhe points in which you had hit on his body were bruising, heat still so close to the surface of his skin and it was perfect for you.

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