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Don't you think that Haewon has a face deserving of a hatefuck

I hope this answers your question.

(Disclaimer: name calling, rough face fuck, hate (fuck), something weird at the end, don't know what to call it)

Choke

(Haewon X Male Reader)

"Why the fuck did you do this? Tell me!"

You look at her, anger flowing through your vains.

It took you almost a whole month to find out that Haewon was the reason your girlfriend broke up with you. She said that Haewon told her about the one night stand the two of you once had. A meaningless night. Both of you can barely remember anything, too drunk at that time to recall your memories.

"I'm innocent!"

She yells back, crossing her arms in front of her.

"Oh please!"

You walk out of her living room, before walking right back in.

"Are you kidding me? Why did you do this?"

"I thought you already told her!"

"You thought I would tell her? That I slept with her best friend and don't even remember anything!?"

"You need to be honest in a relationship! Suffer the consequences! You have no accountability!"

"It takes two to tango, Haewon!"

You tower over her, almost screaming into her face.

"Would you let me tell your dad that you lost your innocence to a stranger in a cheap motel?!"

"Fuck you! Don't even dare!"

You stare down at her, breathing heavily.

"This mouth of yours. Why can't you just keep it shut?!"

Haewon gets on her tip toes, shoving her face into yours.

"Why don't you make me shut up, asshole?!"

Your next action wasn't planned. You didn't mean to push her so hard. You just don't like people coming too close.

With a stunned look on her face Haewon finds herself lying on her own couch.

"Yah! Did you just push me?!"

"Tell me why you told her!"

She jumps off the cushions, ready to push you back.

"Because I hate you!"

She puts her hands onto your chest, trying to shove you away. But you are too heavy and strong for her. You just feel her pressing her hands against your chest.

For a moment, you wonder why. Because of that night? Because she wanted her first time to be special?

"Stop pushing me!"

You grab both of her wrists with one hand and hold them up, making her raise her arms.

"If that's because of that night, that's on you! Just stop being a whore!"

Haewon's face twists in anger, if she had a free hand, she would've slapped the shit out of you.

"What the fuck!? How dare you? You were so small, I can barely call it sex!"

More blood rushes into your head. Your blood boils and you threaten to explode.

"I'm small? Maybe your pussy is just loose! Whore!"

"I swear to God! One more word!"

Haewon struggles against your hand.

"What are you gonna do?!"

"Fuck you! How dare you call me loose?! You are too small for any of my holes, asshole!"

"Oh really?!"

"Really!"

Haewon's eyes are wide open. They throw daggers at you, threatening to kill you.

"I bet your ass is just as loose as your pussy, slut!"

"Idiot! You're just so fucking small!"

"Maybe you stop shouting rubbish, when I stuff your slutty mouth with my cock!"

"As if! I wouldn't even feel it!"

For a only a second, the both of you stare at each other in silence. Both of you are breathing heavily.

A second later, you push Haewon again. She lands on her butt, her back pressed against the couch. Her new white rug feels soft underneath her thighs.

"I'm gonna make you choke on it!"

Your hand is still holding hers above her head.

"Don't even try! Your size is just embarrassing!"

With your free hand, you open the zipper of your pans, before letting your jeans fall to the floor.

Your bulge is only inches away from Haewon's face.

"You think this is small?"

She really seems to remember nothing at all.

Haewon growls at you, her eyes glued to your boxers.

You get rid off them too, standing in front of her half naked.

"That's nothing!"

If you weren't that angry, you would've noticed that Haewon's voice has become a little higher.

"Shut your trap, you slut."

You grab her head with your free hand. Pulling Haewon's face into your crotch, you thrust forward.

Parting her lips, you feel them glide along the length of your shaft. You hear her choke a second later.

"Is it too big for you, huh!?

Haewon glares at you as she tries her best not to suffocate.

You are confident, because you remember at least one moment from that night. It's the only one, but it's engraved into your memory.

A picture of Haewon on her knees, your cock resting on her face.

"You are fucking huge! This is never gonna fit!"

No guy would ever forget those words, especially if its a half naked Haewon that says them.

"Finally peace and quiet."

You groan, your cock deep down Haewon's throat. The young woman keeps glaring at you, but she takes your fucking like a pro. Her cute face is slowly starting to become a mess with every one of your thrusts.

First it's her spit that ruins her gorgeous image. It begins to fall out of the corners of her mouth, staining her thighs and the new rug. Some drops get on her black hoodie.

After a couple of more thrusts, her hair starts to stick to her spit covered face. To her forehead and her adorable cheeks. Tears start to form in her eyes, but she keeps glaring, not wanting to admit the obvious.

You now use both hands to pin hers behind her back and pressing her against the sofa. This way, Haewon can't move her hands and you have two free ones. With one, you grab a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back. It hits the couch, which makes her look up a little. You adjust your stance, which gives you an even better angle.

Gag after gag echoes through her apartment. You use Haewon's mouth to blow off all the build up frustration. You take it all out on her pretty face. That your girlfriend left you, that Haewon was the reason and that she told you you are small.

The young woman feels how her throat is getting bruised. Every thrust of yours hits her like a truck. Her head is getting pushed against the couch as she is forced to look up at you.

"Not talking anymore, are we?"

You place both of your hands on either side of her cheeks and start to pull her onto your cock again.

"Why is that?"

Your thrusts make Haewon's eyes roll for a moment, before she focuses back on yours.

"Don't know what to say?"

Haewon barely manages to shake her head. It's obvious she is trying to say something, but she is unable to do so.

"Or are you admitting that I'm big?"

She tries to shake her head again, but you hold her in place, only fucking her harder.

Streaks of tears start to reach her cheeks and your hands, before they flow down to her chin. They are being mixed with her saliva, before big drops fall onto her thighs and the white fur that is her rug.

"Or rather more than just big?"

She tries to open her mouth wider, trying to speak. You use it as an invitation to thrust deeper, feeding her even more of your cock. Your tip hits the back of her throat, the feeling sending sparks along your spine.

"Admit it."

You push her head back into the couch, before forcing yourself even further. Now you are fully inside of her. Your balls grazing her spit covered chin.

"I'm the biggest you've ever had."

Haewon's eyes are glassy by now.

She tries to keep calm as she doesn't get any air at all. Your cock is stuffing her mouth and throat completely.

The two of you stay like this for a couple of moments. As if time has stopped. A silent battle. Your eyes throwing daggers at each other.

Both if you brake the stalemate at the same time.

Haewon caughs and chokes, almost forcing you out of her completely. You decide to give her a breather, pulling out your entire length.

Your cock is covered in a thick layer of her spit. Her breaths are heavy.

"What-"

She caughs again.

"What the fuck?"

You reach down, holding her chin with your hand. You squeeze a little, squishing her cheeks in the process.

"Tell me how big I am. Or I'm gonna unload all my frustration down your throat."

A sparkle you can't read glistens in her eyes.

"You are still an ass."

You can't take Haewon seriously like this. Her face a complete mess. Hair sticking to her spit stained skin, tears still slowly rolling down her cheeks.

"Are you finally giving in?"

Haewon scoffs.

"Never."

You take her head into both hands again, forcing your cock past her lips.

"I can do this all day, slut."

You start to fuck her face again. Once more, your emotions overwhelm you. Sadness, anger, frustration. All of it, you take it out on her.

After a minute or so, you feel Haewon's hands on your thighs. You didn't even catch her getting them out from between her back and the couch. Her cold fingers rest on your skin, her nails leaving small half moons. She seems to be pulling you in, but push you away at the same time. As if she is fighting herself.

"I'm gonna ruin you. The whole day."

It's only the middle of the day and you don't have any plans so far.

Haewon looks up at you. Either telling you that she has other plans already, or asking you to fuck her harder.

You keep stuffing her mouth with cock, her lips keep gliding along the length of your shaft over and over again.

You finally feel a familiar feeling.

And so does Haewon. She feels how you start to twitch inside her mouth.

"Gonna cum!"

Her nails dig even deeper into your thighs.

You groan, ramming into her as deep as you possibly can.

Rope after rope of your cum enters Haewon's body. It paints her walls and runs down her throat. Some lands on her tongue, making her take in your taste.

Haewon starts to caugh at the amount of cum you are putting into her. One gag. Another gag. It almost sounds like she is gonna throw up.

Your eyes widen in astonishment as you watch your cum slowly oozing out of her nose. Streaks of your semen leave her nostrils, heading towards her lips.

Haewon looks surprised herself. She keeps on choking, while trying to see what's going on.

It seems like she is caughing up almost all of your cum. But because your cock is sealing her mouth, your cum needs to find another way.

Thick globes of it leave Haewon's nose, staining her cute face even more.

As you calm down, you slowly pull out, still amazed at what you did to her.

"Fuck you are hot."

Haewon glares at you, scooping up some of the liquid that is building up right above her lips.

"You are still an ass."

Only now you realize how exhausting this was. You breath heavily.

"Are you giving up already? After insulting me?"

You raise an eyebrow.

"You proved that your cock is not small."

Haewon wraps her hand around your member.

"Now let me prove how tight I am."

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missrockii · 2 months

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blk fem reader x onyankopon

s. your ex unexpectedly shows up at your doorstep one night, and you fall into his trap knowing you’d regret it the next morning

cw. oral, reluctance

the low hum of solange's voice from your alexa sounded through your apartment walls. the space was dimly lit by the city lights shining through the high-rise apartment windows and the few eucalyptus-scented candles that were lit.

you slid the brownies off the metal spatula and onto the round cake dish, careful to not let them fall. when you successfully got almost all of them onto the dish, you picked up the remaining one from the baking pan and took a bite of the delicious treat.

'ooh, i did my lil' one thing,' you thought to yourself, nodding at the taste of the betty crocker brownies.

you placed the baking pan into the sink, squeezing some dish soap and letting the water run inside to loosen the remaining chocolate. 'i'll get to that later.'

you adjusted the oversized white t-shirt on your shoulders that just barely covered the grey underwear underneath. your favorite part about living alone had to be the freedom of wearing whatever and not worrying about someone else seeing.

a ping came through your phone, letting you know you'd gotten a message. picking up the phone, you saw the notification:wish you came out with us. there some fine ass mfs out hereee

you laughed at your best friends text and sent a reply back. you felt bad for lying and saying you weren't feeling well, but you didn't feel like going out—you wanted to stay in this friday night, listen to music, drink wine, and people-watch from your window. as boring as that sounded, it was what you enjoyed.

"alexa, volume up," you commanded as the tune of 'soon as i get home' by faith evans played. you swayed your hips to the song as you grabbed your glass of wine from earlier, and your bare feet padded across the floor to the spacious white couch.

"so baby... soon as i get home," you sang along, opening your phone preparing to view your friends' instagram stories from their night out.

however, you were interrupted by three knocks on your door. your brows pinched together and your eyes drifted to the top of your phone that read the time:

10:27

"who the fuck…" you trailed off, reaching over to place your glass on the coffee table. you fixed the messy bun that your braids were in as you made your way over to the front door and stood on your toes to look through the peephole. the unexpected sight of the familiar figure made your heart drop to your ass.

you backed away from the door and tried to compose yourself. a mix of emotions flooded through your mind—anger, hurt, giddiness.

faith's voice continued to sing in the back and before you could stop yourself, you reached to unlock the door. you opened it calmly, refusing to let him see your conflicted emotions.

your ex stood in front of you with a growing smirk, reaching to put his hands into his pockets. you took in his appearance as your mind raced. he wore a black durag on his head that matched with his black sweats and black t-shirt. his familiar arm and neck tattoos peeked through his clothes. you could slightly see his underwear band underneath the sweats, making you imagine more than you should've been. you internally slapped yourself for letting your mind wander and snapped your eyes up to his face. the smirk on his face remained as his low eyes wandered down your partially naked figure.

you finally spoke up to break the silence, “what do you want?”

“you look good, ma.” onyankopon’s voice was smooth and sent shivers down your spine. the smile on his face let you get a look at his gold canines.

you wanted to say he did too, but you knew better than that.

“stop, ony. what do you want?” you repeated, shifting your weight to one foot with a tilt of your head.

“you,” he mumbled so quietly that you almost didn’t hear him. he licked his lips and looked into your eyes, making you avert your gaze.

before you could protest, he removed both of his hands from his pockets and raised one to your stomach, softly nudging you further into the apartment as he used the other to close the door behind him.

“ony, stop, you shouldn’t be here.” you knew that him staying the night would just add more confusion to an already confusing situation. you guys were together for multiple years, but 6 months ago you two came to a mutual agreement that you guys shouldn’t stay together because of the constant arguing. only two months into the breakup, however, you woke up in his california king bed after you called and said you needed him. you guys couldn’t stay away from each other, to say the least.

he slid both hands onto either side of your waist and pulled you closer, “i miss you, ma.” he lowered his head into your neck to leave soft kisses. despite what your mind was telling you, you tilted your head to give him more access.

he sucked on your sweet spot making you moan softly in his ear. the sound got him excited—he knew he got you exactly where he wanted you.

he picked you up and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. his hands felt like fire on the back of your thighs. you continued to kiss him and ignored the side of you that said you’d regret it in the morning.

ony walked the both of you to your bedroom and laid you down on the edge of your bed, only breaking the kiss to remove your oversized t-shirt and continuing down your breasts.

“you’re so fucking beautiful,” he said quietly, making his way down your stomach. when he got to your pussy, he teased you by kissing your inner thigh and rubbing you lightly.

“onya—” you started, but he cut you off with a kiss to your clothed clit, making you inhale sharply through your nose. before he removed your underwear, he reached behind his head and pulled the neckline of his shirt over his head. you stared at his tattooed abs and fawned internally as if you’d never seen them before.

after pulling off your underwear, he finally got a look at your glistening pussy. it was clean shaven as if you knew this moment was coming.

“yo’ pussy so pretty, y/n.” you felt the heat rising to your face as you watched him drop to his knees and pull you closer to the edge of the bed.

he held the back of your thighs to keep your legs up and as soon as he latched on, a soft moan escaped your lips. he knew exactly what to do to make you cum quick.

“fuck,” you panted. he stuck one finger inside as he simultaneously sucked on your clit. the music that played from the living room was drowned out by the sounds of your arousal.

“oh my god~” you dragged, reaching for the pillow behind you to cover your face as you already felt the tension forming in your stomach. your moans got louder and louder despite your attempts to muffle them under the pillow.

ony spoke against your clit, “nah let me hear you.” his deep voice sent vibrations through you, causing you to let out more sounds of pure euphoria. you hesitantly removed the pillow and instead resorted to grabbing at the sheets.

“s-shittt,” you groaned, sitting up on your elbows. you looked down at him through your glossy eyes and were surprised to see he was already looking at you. the eye contact with ony brought you closer to your climax. “i’m gonna—”

“cum for me mama.”

on que, you fell back onto the sheets with a whine as you released. your legs tried to close around his head, but he held them open. it truly felt like like you were seeing stars as he continued to suck on your clit. the feeling of overstimulation had your eyes welded shut and your bottom lip pulled between your teeth, nearly drawing blood.

“okayy onya,” you whined and pushed his head away in attempts to get him to stop. thankfully, he stood up, giving you a break. you panted and wiped the tears that formed in your eyes.

you made a move to sit up when you saw him throw his phone onto the bed thinking you were done. he stopped your movements and immediately pushed you back down with a chuckle, “i’m not done ma, gimme one more.”

|| just a small something for my first post and first time ever writing smut

#onyankopon x black y/n #aot onyankopon #onyankapon #anime #black reader #ony x y/n #aot smut

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yourfavoritewitchbitch · 5 months

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It's Called Murder, Baby!

A Scream inspired AU starring our favorite Stranger Things characters.

Part I

Part 2 here

This is set in the 90's - all of the "teens" are in their mid to late 20's.

Synopsis: A string of gruesome murders take a toll on the small town of Hawkins. Friends and family start looking like suspects making it hard to trust those who you are closest to.

Chapter Summary: A double homicide has the entire town reeling.

18+ Only! Minors DNI!

This work will contain elements of violent themes (depictions of crime scenes, murders, etc) and smut.

Warnings: Minimal use of Y/N. AFAB!Reader. Character deaths/murders (does not go into heavy detail in this chapter). Semi-Public Sex. Unprotected P in V (wrap it before you tap it!). Creampie. Allusions of cheating (but not really).

Word Count: 4.7K

Freshly showered, towel wrapped around your body with your hair hanging down in damp tendrils around your shoulders, you entered your shared bedroom with a still snoozing boyfriend. Hearing the small snores escaping him you almost didn’t want to disturb him. Almost.

“Eds, come on, we’re going to be late.” You shook his sleeping form, leaning down, brushing his sleep mussed hair from his face to give him a soft kiss to his temple.

He groaned, rolling over on his back. “Just five more minutessss.” He whined.

“Get your ass up! I can’t be late again, and I thought you were excited for today?” Pulling some fresh panties from the drawer, unwrapping the towel and letting it fall to the floor as you bent down to pull them up your legs.

Eddie peeked an eye open to look at you now on display for him. He had the perfect view of your naked backside.

“Mmmm. Hey.… sweetheart, you sure you can’t be few minutes late?” Voice still groggy from sleep as he licked his lips, sitting up, palming his already hardening length under the covers.

You finished pulling the material up over your hips, placing your hands there giving him a stern, unamused look.

“That's a no, then?” He halted his movements, but his eyes still roved the expanse of your bare skin.

“You’re insatiable.” Rolling your eyes and ignoring him, instead moving to finish getting dressed.

“Uhhhh… fine!” He huffed, throwing his head back onto the pillows.

The fresh scrapes and small bruises on his right knuckles caught your eye when he moved his hand up the sheets.

“You ok?” you nodded to the purple splotches and angry, raised skin.

“M’fine.” he looked down at them.

“My poor baby,” cooing as you walked over and gently took his hand, bringing his knuckles to meet your lips.

He watched you intently, adam's apple bobbing with a swallow as you finished examining the small contusions.

“Ok well, see you in a few.” Kissing his stubble laced cheek before scurrying away, leaving him always wanting more.

Once he had showered and dressed himself, coveralls tied at his waist and hair pulled back into a low bun he bounded down the hall into the kitchen where he expected to find you.

“Babe?” He called out, opening the fridge, grabbing the milk to make himself a quick breakfast.

“In here Eds.” Voice drifting from the living room.

He hummed to himself, taking a bowl from the shelf before adding his honeycombs.

“Holy shit! Eddie!” Your high-pitched tone startled him, nearly dropping the milk. He immediately sat it on the counter jogging over to where you sat on the couch.

“What? What's wrong?” He asked, eyes nervously scanning over you.

Your hand covered your mouth, as you pointed to the TV that your eyes were glued to.

“Look!” You exclaimed, already reaching for the remote to increase the volume.

You both watched in abject horror as the camera panned to EMS personnel pushing a gurney across a manicured lawn. It was evident a body lay beneath the white sheet.

A reporter for the state news came into focus, her microphone clutched close to her chest. The petite brunette was in Hawkins, in front of a home you both immediately recognized.

“This small town has been rocked by a gruesome discovery. Earlier this morning, the bodies of Jason Carver and his fiancé, Chrissy Cunningham were found by a family member. Preliminary reports indicate they were brutally attacked. No comment from Sheriff Hopper or Chief Deputy Harrington to confirm any other details for this ongoing investigation.”

“Eds?” You asked, eyes drifting to him momentarily.

“I've got to get to work!” You jumped up from the couch, running past him to slip on your heels and grabbing your small briefcase. “Let's go! Holy shit this huge!”

“Yeah, we can go. Let me grab my keys.” He was still attuned to the TV, but finally snapped out of it, plucking the keys from the bowl by the door and following you.

Your car was still in the shop, Eddie had been working on it for the past couple of days so he'd been dropping you off before heading in each day.

He still drove his van from high school. He knew enough about cars that he kept the old gal going; always stating there was no need to waste money on some new shiny toy when we've got old faithful. He was right.

You had to drive by the station on your way. Traffic was basically at a standstill. Various news vans precariously parked all around the building and roadway waiting to catch a glimpse of Hopper or Steve to ascertain any other details they might provide.

“Great, more attention than those assholes deserve.” Eddie mumbled under his breath. It was a double homicide, but you wondered had it been anyone else murdered would there be this much news media.

“Eds, be nice.” You soothed. “Besides, Chrissy wasn’t an asshole. She may have been bitchy at times, but she was always nice to me.”

“Yeah, to you. Need I remind you that bitch stiffed me the last time I fixed her fuckin’ car? We almost missed rent that month because of that bullshit.”

He reached for his pack of smokes, taking one between his lips and lighting it as he continued. “As if Carver couldn’t afford it? What a fuckin’ joke.”

“I’m sorry babe, but we won't have to worry about that happening again.” Giving him a small smile.

You gave yourself a once over, checking your makeup and hair in the mirror before shutting the visor.

“Eds, I'll walk the rest of the way.”

You leaned over the console kissing his cheek, but he grabbed your wrist when you turned before you could grab the handle.

“Are you sure? I can go around.” He was already checking the rear view to see if he could back up.

“No, it's ok. Maybe I can find Steve before heading over. See if I can get anything out of him.” You surveyed the building to see if any deputies were outside.

“Hey, I love you.” Grabbing your attention. “Go knock 'em dead.”

“I love you baby, but that's a little insensitive. People just died.” You leaned back over, placing a peck to his lips.

“Right,” he grinned. “Break a leg?”

“Bye Eddie.” Rolling your eyes but still blowing him a kiss once you closed the door and watched him drive away.

You knew you could get into the Sheriff's station around the side because you do it numerous times a week. Navigating around the other reporters and crew didn’t take long, some of them watching suspiciously as you went.

A door on the side of the station at the back of the alleyway that reads “STAFF ONLY” painted in bright yellow stops you only briefly. You peer through the small window, catching those bright blue eyes of the one and only Robin Buckley giving her a smile and wave.

She smiles up at you in return, getting up from her desk.

“Hey,” as she opens the door ushering you in. “Was wondering if you’d swing by today.”

Robin works reception for the station. It wasn’t something she wanted to do, but Steve had talked her into taking the job once he had gotten back from the academy and was hired full time. She wouldn’t admit it, but she enjoyed it. She was able to stay in the loop for most of the town gossip.

A quick hug hello and you followed her to the employee break room. Really more like a closet with a coffee maker and a small table with two chairs. It was cramped with only the two of you.

“Is he in yet?” you asked as she poured herself some coffee in a paper cup.

“What? No chit chat? Can’t pretend to be here for friendly conversation instead of business?” She brought the cup to her lips and took a sip, eyeing you over the rim. “Yeah, he’s in his office, but he’s in a mood today.”

“I think I can handle him. Thanks Rob!” as you headed down the hall.

It was a small operation. The reception area, with three desks; one was Robin’s situated up front and the other two were for Calvin Powell and Phil Callahan the other two deputies on payroll.

Down the hall past the breakroom, Hopper’s office was at the end. Steve’s was beside it to the right.

His door was closed, a brass plaque that read “Chief Deputy Steve Harrington” adorned the wooden surface. You took a moment smoothing your skirt, and straightening your top before lifting your hand to knock.

“Yeah?” His voice came muffled through the doorway.

You took it as an invitation, popping your head in.

He didn’t look up, papers and photos spread out in front of him. His brows knit in concentration as his hair was beginning to edge past his forehead from looking down all morning. You noted he needed a haircut. He kept it shorter these days but it was starting to curl at the ends.

He was dressed in his camel-colored uniform, sans his duty belt hung on the coat rack in the corner. It made him look so handsome, clean cut. A good upgrade from the polos he used to wear daily. Badge worn with pride, pinned to his chest.

“Hey stranger!” You finally spoke, scooting yourself into the room and letting the door fall closed behind you.

His eyes darted up when he heard your voice. Face lighting up with your presence, shooting you that million-dollar smile.

“Hey, you,” he shut the file in front of him, pushing it off to the side. “As much as I enjoy your company, you really shouldn’t be here today. If Hop catches you, it’ll be both our asses.”

“I swear, I’ll be quick.” You took the seat in front of him. “Anything you could tell me about what went down?” Batting your lashes as you spoke.

He sighed, sitting up a little straighter, folding his hand on the desk. “You know I can’t right now.”

“Steve, please? I need this. You know how big this would be for me?” You put on your best doe eyes, pouting your lip just a bit. It would nearly work every time. “Pretty please?”

He rolled his eyes, but his face softened. You knew you had him.

“Fine, I’ll give you one thing.” He held up his pointer finger for emphasis.

“OK! Anything!” You took your pad from your briefcase, pen in hand and waited for him to continue.

“Put that down, come here.” Nodding toward the space beside him.

You ease from your position and round the large wooden desk, but instead of showing you something from the case file he pulls you into his lap.

You let out a squeak of surprise as your hand lands on his chest but can’t feel his usual warmth through the layers of fabric and added vest.

A large hand comes to rest on your thigh as his other cradles your cheek and jaw, turning your face towards his. You can feel your heart begin to hammer against your chest.

“I can give you this.” His nose nudging yours as he spoke.

Quickly closing the gap, his warm, waiting lips meld into yours as you wrap your hand around his neck, pulling him closer.

Pliant to his movements, allowing his tongue entry with no hesitation as they begin to move against one another. The taste of nicotine was faintly there mixed with his morning coffee.

The seconds ticked by before finally breaking apart, foreheads resting together as you try to catch your breath. Small pants being exchanged in the space between you.

His voice came out a little strained, “It’s been too long.” Closing his eyes as he said it.

“Steve, it’s only been a couple of days.” You let out a small breathy laugh.

He tilted your head to have better access to your neck, his nose following the curve of your jaw peppering kisses as he eased his way down.

“Baby, I’ve got to get over to the post. I'm already running late.” You moved to get up, as he pouted, hands trying, longing to pull you back in.

He relented and watched as you slipped out of your heels, and quickly moved to lock the door. Looking over your shoulder with a devilish glint in your eye.

“Better make it quick.” You smirked.

You’d never seen him move so quickly. The office held a small loveseat in the corner that he immediately moved over to and planted himself back down.

His cock was outlined in his police issued khakis, straining against the fabric as he began to palm himself watching you with already half-lidded eyes. It didn’t take much for him to get riled up. Steve was wrapped around your finger.

Time was short, foreplay would almost be non-existent, which he hated. He loved nothing more than to take his time. Working you up so you’d be gushing around him.

He gave you an outstretched palm when you got close, gripping your hand helping you to balance as you straddled him. Your skirt bunched at the waist, as your clothed core brushed up against his already throbbing hard-on, making your legs give out the slightest as you caged in around his.

Once you were seated, he moved his hands up your bare thighs, stopping when he reached the edge of your panties. Pussy straddling his hard length, as you felt it kick up beneath you causing a fresh wave of arousal as you clenched around nothing.

You thread your fingers through his hair at the nape of his neck and toyed with the collar of his shirt as you looked into those usually caramel-colored eyes blown so full of lust that only the faintest ring of color still existed at the edges.

You leaned down, taking his lips once more as you ground your hips into his eliciting moans from both of you.

“Honey, if we had all the time in the world, I’d worship your body but we probably have ten minutes max before Robin tries to bust through that door.” He pecked your lips and moved his hand to your still clothed core.

He moved your panties to the side, running a finger gently through your folds, barely grazing your clit as he eased up. The faint touch was enough to make you jolt forward.

“Already wet, baby?” he cooed.

“Mmmm… Yeah Stevie, always for you.”

He eased his way back down collecting some of your slick before moving back up, applying more pressure to your bundle of nerves, drawing small circles there.

Your back arched and your toes curled. He barely touched you but it felt as though you were already teetering on the edge.

“Steve, I need you.” You breathed out.

“I’ve got you baby.” He kissed your cheek, “You wanna help me out?”

His eyes and fingers never left you as you scooted back giving yourself enough room to reach down, undoing his belt.

You fumbled just a bit as he momentarily stopped his ministrations to let out a breathy chuckle.

The zipper gave with ease as you were able to reach into his briefs. Your hand grazed his shaft as he hissed at the contact.

You removed him from his confinements, wrapping your hand around his girthy member. Your thumb slid over his fat mushroom tip as you smeared a bead of precum around and edged your way back down.

“Fuck, honey.” His head fell back against the couch, jaw going slack, and closing his eyes.

You were just as bad off as he was right now, so you opted to put the both of you out of your misery. You gently eased his hand from you and slid the material back to the side sitting up just enough to slide his bare cock through your folds.

As soon as his tip caught your entrance, you started the slow descent, moaning in unison at the feeling, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

You knew there would be a sting. There always was but with no foreplay or orgasm already drawn, it was almost too much.

Inch by delicious inch you bullied your way down onto him until he was finally seated snug inside of your tight heat. You raised your hips, just to slam them back down as you let out a particularly loud moan.

He quickly pulled you up, placing his palm over your mouth as his other hand wound around your waist, halting your movement.

“Shhhh babydoll, you’ve got to be quiet.” His eyes shifting momentarily to the closed door. “We can’t let anyone hear.”

You nodded but he didn’t remove his hand, instead tightening his hold on your waist as he started to piston his hips instead, fucking up into you.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, hands now clutching his shirt where they were planted on his chest.

“It’s probably better if I take over, huh?” Each word punctuated with an upward thrust. Punching the air from your lungs each time.

All you could do is nod once more.

His cock was hitting that sweet spongy spot as the wiry hairs at the base of his cock was hitting your clit just right. Your orgasm was fast approaching.

You couldn’t warn him as your walls fluttered and began to clamp down around him as a muffled scream came out.

“Oh shit, honey. Cumming already?” he mocked. “Guess you missed me too.”

Your orgasm washed over you, his cock relentlessly massaging your walls, working you through it. A few more sloppy thrusts he followed behind with a low groan, as he painted your walls with his hot, sticky spend.

“Fuck, I missed you.” He softly spoke.

He lowered his hand from your mouth and kissed your forehead as you collapsed forward.

“Fuck, Steve.” You huffed a heavy sigh, looking at your watch with a groan.

“Shit, I've got to go,” you pushed off him and stood as he quickly tucked himself back into his pants and smoothed his hair back into place.

“They were both stabbed.” He huffed out as he stood.

“Huh?” With the post orgasmic haze still lingering you couldn’t fully process what he said.

“You wanted something. Jason and Chrissy. They were stabbed. Chrissy was worse. Whoever did this, it feels personal.” He looked to the floor. “She was strung up and practically gutted.”

Your stomach lurched at the thought of the crime scene. You slowly gather your things; Smoothing out your skirt and fixing your top before slipping back into your heels.

“Thank you,” you kissed his cheek and brushed past him, hand settled on the lock, clicking it back into place and opening the door.

“Could I see you again later? My place?” He said in a more hushed tone that halted your movement as you looked back at him.

His eyes were back to their caramel swirls, pleadingly staring at you.

“I can't. My car is still in the shop and Eddie's got me on kind of a tight leash right now.”

“Yeah, sure.” He nodded, with a tight lipped smile.

You started to apologize but he quickly turned away from you.

“Can you close that on your way out?”

Your gaze lingered on him for a moment, “yeah, I got it.” Easing yourself into the hallway and closing the door behind you with a soft click.

Each time you left him like this it got a little harder. Telling yourself it's easier this way. You have a good fuck and go back home. Feelings are messy so you keep him at an arm's length.

You caught your reflection in the mirror on the way out. You reapplied your lipstick, swiping an errant smudge and fixing a few stray hairs.

“What the hell are you doing here?” The voice of deputy Callahan, suddenly right in your space. “Sheriff said no press.” He crossed his arms looking down his nose at you.

“I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just here visiting friends. As if you don’t see me here at least once a week.” You made to walk past him but he stood in your way blocking the small hallway.

“Excuse me.”

He didn't budge. Only moving his face closer to yours. Trying to be intimidating only making you raise an eyebrow in question. He was a piss poor excuse for a cop, an even worse man.

“Right, a visit. Like no one knows why you come by. Or why Harrington's door is always locked.” He donned a sickly-sweet smile, before it was quickly wiped away by Steve’s booming voice coming from behind you.

“Callahan! Need to get something off your chest?”

He stood a few feet away with one hand on his hip, the other resting on the gun in his belt. He was intimidating. His very essence exuded confidence.

Callahan's head snapped up. Eyes wide with shock from being caught.

“Uh, no Chief… j… just escorting the press off the premises. Like the Sheriff asked.” his shoulders deflated just a bit under the other man’s hardened gaze.

You skirted past him, not bothering to look at the asshole in front of you instead catching Steve’s eyes over the other man's shoulder, throwing him a wink and a smirk before slipping back down the hall.

You quickly said your goodbye to Robin before exiting out the front.

The news reporters perked up but were quickly discouraged when they noticed you weren’t who they were hoping for. You smiled to yourself knowing you were about to go break the story that everyone wanted to know.

Hawkins Post was just a block down from the station. You were running exceptionally late, even by your standards but you were sure you could smooth it over with the boss once he heard the news you were about to drop.

Starting work straight out of high school for the post was hard. A woman in a man’s world. Nancy and you starting at the bottom, working your way up, now getting stories published at least once a week.

You burst through the door to see everyone scrambling about, no doubt working an angle. Clawing over each other for something newsworthy that hadn’t already been released. You weren’t worried about who you needed to run over to get it first.

Scanning the room, you spot Nancy in what looked like a heated conversation with Fred Benson. She was dressed in her usual skirt with matching suit jacket, hair perfectly in place as always.

She stopped mid-sentence once she spotted you.

“Finally!” she marched over, immediately grabbing your wrist and pulling you toward a quiet corner. For a petite woman, she could be very intimidating, downright scary at times.

“Good morning to you too Nance.” You said, as she turned you face to face and leaned in.

“Can you believe this?” She quietly hissed, eyes quickly scanning the room to see if anyone was watching the two of you.

“Jason Carver and Chrissy Cunningham?” She shook her head in disbelief. “It’s just… crazy. Who would do this?”

Her big eyes finally looked back up expectantly.

“What?” you asked.

“Please tell me the reason you were late is that you have something and not because you couldn’t get Eddie out of bed again.”

“Well, Nance,” you laughed, “it’s a little of both so…”

“Thank God!” she reached out and grabbed your shoulders pulling you in for a quick hug. “We've got a meeting with Holloway in an hour!”

Tom was a hard ass, misogynistic bastard but he knew good news when he heard it and was a damn good Chief Editor.

“And you have a good source for this?” He looked up from an article he was editing, eyeing you from above the edge of his glasses placed at the end of his nose.

“The best! When have I ever steered you wrong Chief?” You flashed him your brightest smile.

“Ladies, you know we have to tread carefully here. This wasn’t just any homicide. You both know Jason’s dad owns the Post.” He huffed, knowing his hands were a little tied on this one.

“I’m going to be as tactful as possible here. We can leave out the worst of the how, but I also had an anonymous tip that looks like it’s going to pan out.”

He raised his brows, “I’m listening.”

Nancy wasn’t sure where this was going, looking over at you with a confused look.

“The investigating officers found a mask at the scene. It’s mass-produced, sold as part of a Halloween costume. Some peanut eyed ghost guy. Hard to trace. Hell, I bet Melvald’s had the same one on their shelves this past Halloween.”

You could feel Nancy’s eyes boring into the side of your face. You had shared the information with her on the way to talk to Tom but left out this little detail.

He drummed his fingers on the desk, while you waited with bated breath.

“Okay, write it up! I want it in an hour! And remember, tactful!”

“On it Chief!” you jumped from your chair; Nancy hot on your heels as she followed you to your small desk. Taking her seat right beside yours, gathering some notes in front of her.

“You got an anonymous tip?” She asked.

“Huh? Yeah. I got a call right before our meeting.” You answered without looking up from typing.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I don’t know… I…” Your phone ringing abruptly pausing the conversation, for which you were grateful. “Hold that thought Nance.”

“Hawkins Post,” you cheerfully greeted.

“Hey sweetheart! How’d it go?” Eddie’s velvety voice came through.

“I got the byline baby! Tom is going to let me run with it.” You couldn’t contain the enthusiasm, even with the nature of the article.

“I guess visiting your boy toy paid off, huh?” he huffed a small laugh.

“Jealous?” twirling the cord with your finger.

“Nah, I got nothin’ to worry about, we both know who you come home to, ‘sides,” he lowered his voice an octave, whispering through the receiver. “You know who that sweet pussy really belongs to, huh sweetheart?”

His words went straight to your core, making you subconsciously rub your legs together under the desk. He really knew what he was doing.

“Bet you're squirming in that seat thinking about my cock right now.”

“M’hmmm.” All you could reply.

“I know you are sweet thing, but” voice back to normal, “I’ll see you later. Boss wants to see me and Billy both in his office. Wish me luck?”

“Good luck Eds. Love you.”

“Love you too sweetheart. I’ll see you this afternoon.” He hung up. You turned toward Nance only finding an empty seat; now nowhere to be seen so instead, you got back to work.

By noon, you were staring at a front-page article printed with your name and a breaking story that no one saw coming.

Dubbed the ‘Ghostface’ Killer, this apparent masked maniac prayed on two of this little town's prominent souls without seemingly any remorse.

Jason Carver and Chrissy Cunningham were found brutally slain in their shared home earlier this morning by a family member, Chrissy’s mother Laura Cunningham, after numerous phone calls to reach the couple were all in vain. (She declined to comment).

An anonymous source states that the couple was stabbed to death. Due to the nature of the crime, it seems very personal. Details have not yet been released. (No comment from Roane County Sheriff Jim Hopper or Chief Deputy Steve Harrington at this time.)

An anonymous tip has also noted that the investigating officers found a mass-produced Halloween mask at the scene. This particular mask was sold in stores all over the city and state this past Halloween making it practically impossible to trace. (No comment from Roane County Sheriff Jim Hopper or Chief Deputy Steve Harrington at this time.)

A crime of this caliber hasn’t rocked the quiet town of Hawkins since the death of Principal Ronald Higgins in the Spring of 1986 by one of Hawkin’s High School students Henry Creel.

More to come as this story unfolds.

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liaarxse · 11 months

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Get off damn it!

Headcanons

TR characters cuddling with you after a fight

Characters: The Kawata twins (separately), Matsuno Chifuyu, Manjiro Sano

Warnings: None, crack

A/n: This freeky AI bot is giving me way too many ideas.

Souya Kawata

Let's get straight to the point, you know it, he knows it, y'all cuddling after a fight ASAP

Not even a fight, even if it was just a meeting

Y'all cuddling ok? Ok.

He's usually pretty riled up after a fight and has more energy

Tells you all the drama bitch

Literally get out your notepad now

Maybe he let a tear fall here and there, but that's about it

But oh

Ohhh

OHOHOHOHOOOO

God forbid he straight up cries like in that one manga chapter (I can't remember which one it was)

Pray

Even if you don't pray, pray

Even if you are a Satanist, pray

Even if you're a God or a Devil, pray

You and Nahoya both know the shit that's about to go lose

Just stay put and wait for him

He comes to your place as if in a matter of seconds, changing and throwing himself onto you, breaking down

Well, shit.

He's cursing them out, saying how he beat their ass and would do it again, while crying

How?

Idk

Don't ask me they ain't real

But show this boy some love. He deserves it. Caress his scalp, play with his hair, place tender kisses on his face, and just hold him for a bit longer

He'll return the favor as soon as possible.

Nahoya Kawata

Ah, fuck, not again

He gets into a fight every single day

And always comes to your place so you can fix him up

"Hey baby."

"Nahoya your face is literally deformed what the fuck."

Just fix him

Not because he deserves it but because he's annoying as shit and won't leave you alone

Once, he broke your window and crawed into your room at 4 in the morning to tend his wounds

He paid for your therapy sessions dw

Since he's 24/7 injured, he always smells like blood

Like, ew?

Once he came by after a nasty fight all injured and blooded up

You gagged

LMAOOOOO

"Fuck you."

"Sure."

🤡

He always throws his bloody ass on your new sheets, and you go BERSERK

You once hit him in the head cough Deja Vu cough with a broom because he ruined your sheets

He smirked at that comment

You kicked him outside

He crawled back in and trapped you in a hug

That lasted all night

"Nahoya let go I need to pee."

"Bitch hold it in."

He loves you, i swear

Matsuno Chifuyu

Blooded your sheets on accident

Don't be mad please

Here, pet Peke J

You mad?

You don't get to pet Peke J

Loser\j

In all honesty, he's reckless.

Every. Fucking. Time. He comes by the next day you're restocking on aid supplies.

Stg he better start paying up

Once called you in the middle of a fight with his nose bleeding and a few bruises on his face

"I'm coming over later, babe!"

"MATSUNO HOLY SHI—"

He hung up

Your ass went CRAZY before he came knocking on your door

He was injured

A lot

Really

Is he half dead?

Will he make it through the night?

Will—

Hey he brought Peke J!

Everything Is fine

He cleaned up before cuddling with you but still managed to dirty your sheets

"You're lucky my son is here."

"That's my son, pussy."

Y'all love Peke J more than your relationship/j

He changed your sheets and went back to cuddling you

If needed he'll buy new ones

Baby boy, baby 🫶

Manjiro Sano

Bfr, you woke up, and your boyfriend was sleeping right next to you, beaten up

You screamed

He screamed

You threw a book at him

He got a concussion

Great, more blood

"Damn it Manjiro I just bought these sheets!"

"Are you insane?"

Maybe lol

After leaving the room you still felt the smell of blood.

Looking down you saw your favourite pj smeared with droplets of blood from none other than MIKEY

He had cuddled you while you slept personally in blooded clothes

You chased him with a pan

Seven AM the usual morning line-up

Start on the chores and sweep till the floor's all cleEeeeeEN

Imagine Mikey as Rapunzel though

Them dark impulses gon kick in hard up inside that tower

Give him love too, please, #helptakemichiwiththesemessedupbastards

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naviamin · 4 months

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✰ Submissive Itoshi Sae drabble

Okay y’all have no idea how down bad I am for the idea of sub!sae (like mentally ill) like y’all CANNOT tell me that Sae wouldn’t have many freaky kinks. Like, degradation, yes. Praise, cool. Choking? Hell yes. Just the idea of being used and filled up is amazing to him, though he can get riled up rather quickly. (Though, his body betrays all signs of actual anger)

✿ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: ok so i either like heavily submissive men or heavily dominant men, help- so take this thirsty drabble of sub sae! it may flop but idc this has to be up here bc why else does sae have ALLAT ass 🙂 anyways shout out to @theshinazugawaslut for being my best friend and encouraging me to write more drabbles and thirsts, love you go check them out! (forgive any typos or grammatical errors)

★ Sae and his many kinks

GENDER NEUTRAL READER! no gendered terms. You can refer to “cock” as “strap” if you are more comfy with fem terms but this is a NON GENDERED term drabble :)

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓: degradation kink, choking kink, face-to-face sex, hair-pulling, rough sex, consensual dick slapping, passing/blacking out, sae being fucked delirious to the point he loses his senses bc that’s HOT

“Uhn—” Sae groaned as you slowly roll your hips, creating a torturous yet utterly delicious pace for the both of you. The friction was almost enough to fold you in half, but you held on longer. After all, brat-taming Sae was your favourite thing amongst them all.

“Faster,” he gasps, pulling at your back to encourage you. You won’t budge, though the effort is adorable. “Faster. God, please, go faster.”

He sounds demanding—the deep grumble of his voice, the irritation was just so sweet.

If you weren’t already turned on, you definitely were now.

Pitifully, Sae wraps his legs around your waist, and begins to seek any possible form of greater pleasure. He begins to greedily grind his ass back onto your cock, gasping when he felt it graze his prostate. You watch as he maneuvers your body, nails scratching deep into your skin as he throws his head back each time he picks up the pace.

Watching his whine and moan—watching him act like this makes something deep within your guts itch—by God, you wish to grab him by his pretty throat and drive into him till he fucking breaks. Come so deep into him that it shows in his belly.

(The sight before you is truly lewd; arousing.)

A long, slow groan escapes your lips as Sae takes a long, deep drag across your cock. You watch with content, practically salivating, as he holds you; his sweet, warm breath panning over your face.

His scent deep within your nostrils—something you will forever know, and the sight: the way his eyes roll back the faster he grinds his hips onto your cock—watching him take your large cock—ah, it’s all just so exhilarating.

Clouds of euphoria circle around your head as you slowly trace up Sae’s muscled, pale legs. You grab at the flesh, occasionally nipping at his skin. Smiling to yourself at the soft sighs you get in return.

“You know...” Sae begins, reaching his hand over to turn your face.

You feel yourself blink at that; disoriented.

(Everything he does is so hot to you, a guilty-pleasure of yours, perhaps. His demanding nature, his odd dominance even though he has your cock inches up his ass—it’s just so beautiful in its own way.)

Sae snaps you out of your obscene thoughts by pulling you down towards him. His lips now right next to your ear, he slowly breathes against your ear—earning him a shiver from you. Sae chuckles, then he speaks, a peculiar tone that you have never heard from him before. He speaks lowly, cruelly, perhaps because what he says makes your guts twist.

He gasps and whimpers amongst some words, but that doesn’t take away the weight of them. “Seems like you were the one who truly wanted to get fucked, hmm? I didn’t come here to do all the work by myself.”

You fall silent, you watch him as he moves away from you. Challenging, arrogant smile on his face and all. Though you try and make a show of dominance, you ultimately fail as you smile. You’ll let him revel in his oh-so-greatness for now. He’ll soon learn.

“Oh, great, Sae,” you begin. You watch him, relaxed—watching as he frowns from your rude answer but it is an amusing moment as you quite literally felt his dick twitch against your very stomach... how cute.

“Fuck, quit the tough boy act, hmm?” you moan when he fucks himself onto your cock suddenly hard, a sudden change in pace.

Sae shoots you a challenging look, though he doesn’t say anything to you. A look you understand well—he isn’t angry at you, he’s intrigued. He wishes to know what you mean, and what you may offer him.

“Come on, baby, I know you.” You laugh against him, and you feel the way he groans at that. He likes that.

“Hmm?”

Your laugh reverberates against his skin, and you lean further down, towards his ear. Just like he did to you—except—he’s shaking with excitement, he loves being treated like this. Nothing more than a cheap slut. Who knew that Sae, the Sae, usually so cold and bitter, would love being bent in-half like some brazen whore?

With all that in mind, you slowly kiss his temple and sigh contently with the moan you receive in return.

Your hands finally rest on his hips, abruptly stopping his rutting. “You want me to fuck you, hmm? Baby, just say it.”

Sae looks at you, dumbfounded. He raises an eyebrow, unimpressed.

“Let me move,” he says, huffing when your hands put him to a stop again.

“Oh... Sae...” you chuckle. “It’s just a couple words, put em together and bah... you shall have the best night of your life.”

You sigh when you watch his eyes narrow at you, fondly watching as you see him frown in annoyance and you hiss when his nails dig into your back; a punishment. How pathetic.

“Just say it, please?” You sound even more pathetic, begging Sae to beg you to fuck him. But, you aren’t as stubborn as him at least, but you do intend to fully keep your promise.

Sae growls with irritation— with desire? You couldn’t tell. But you both know, by the way he trembles beneath you, scratching deep wounds across your back—he desires something: you.

He watches you a while longer, tightening his muscled legs around you. You watch with curiosity as his eyes appear to become glassy... is he crying? Was Sae actually crying?

You choke out a surprised laugh, then push yourself back to take his nipple into your mouth. You tease him, licking slowly across his chest area; starting from the bud to his collar bone. You enjoy the sighs and gasps you get in return, especially when your cock twitches inside his tight hole.

“Come on, baby,” you practically coo at him, lifting your face up from his chest. “Just ask.”

Sae bites his bottom lip, rolling it in-between his teeth before he gives you a pleading look. “Just—just—please, just...”

“Just, what?” You grin deviously, chuckling with the rough scratch you receive in return.

“Fuck you—”

“I think you mean something else, but—”

“—F-fine.. then just... j-just fuck me.”

You pull yourself up, taking a deep sigh. You grin slyly at him, before you whisper. You whisper so quietly that even you almost didn’t hear yourself, “As you wish.”

You grip Sae’s hips, rough, fucking him onto your cock. You revel in the scream you get in return, and as you set an unforgiving and fast pace, a chorus of moans and whimpers resound in the room.

You thrust relentlessly, vicious and perhaps even brutal. You watch as Sae throws his head back, his legs shaking, quivering as they try and keep hold of you.

“Oh, God—fuck, f-fuck!”

“Like it, Sae?” you drawl out, panting between each word.

“N-no—yes, yes, I- just— mmm!”

You cut him off by slamming right into his prostate, causing him to fall limp into your arms. You take this opportunity to grab his weak legs and maneuver them onto your shoulders. You grab at the flesh, pushing his legs onto his chest. A more difficult position.

Sae looks at you through his legs, dumbfounded. Though his confusion lasts only a few seconds as you continue to thrust into him, each thrust striking his prostate in that sweet way he craves.

You groan as you feel Sae’s warm hole convulse around you, followed by being dragged down by Sae for a deep, feverish kiss. Sae’s tongue fucks into your mouth, licking quick, small strokes against your own tongue. You smile against his lips, moaning deeply into his mouth as you follow him, just as feverishly.

Sae pulls back for breath, and just as you go into kiss him, he places his hands on your chest to stop him.

This time, you look at him puzzled. Your thrusts slow down, and suddenly you realise the amount of sweat running down your forehead.

Just as you begin to pick up the pace again, Sae tightens his legs around your head, smiling at you devilishly. You sigh, as you raise an eyebrow.

Sae flutters his eyelashes, wet from unshed tears. He slowly goes to grab at your hand, pulling it away from his leg. You watch him, confused. Sae gulps slowly, gently pulling your hand closer to his neck—you gasp. Perhaps that was a dramatic reaction as you only get a fond laugh from Sae in return.

Sae intertwines his fingers with yours, placing your hand around his neck. “Here...”

“What?”

He gives you a teasing look, a look that made your insides flip. How you enjoy that look of dominance—even after all this bitching and being reduced to a moaning mess, he still has the upper hand on you.

Just the thought of having dominance, control over Sae is driving you insane. And if he asks you what truly think he is, then for once, maybe you can shut him down. (No matter how hot or attractive you think it is).

“Hold me.”

You understand quickly what he means, and your fingers tighten around his throat, palm crushing his jugular as you spit out, “Whore.”

He lets out an elicit moan and his eyes roll back to the back of his skull. Fingers rake down through the soft skin of your back until the sensation of blood trickling down your back begins. Even then, Sae does not stop.

His body spasms around your cock. Fingers tangling into your hair, and pulling as you drag your cock further into him, then pulling out just to ram back into his. You bask in the strangled cries, leaving his purple throat.

Momentarily, you let go of Sae’s throat and he takes a deep breath, sputtering.

Sae whines as you suddenly pull out him, and then yelps as you flip him over into a painful face down-ass up position. Your hand pressing down on his head until he gasps, his breathing ragged as he drools over the pillows that barely allows him breath.

“You f-fucking bitch, taking my dick like a brazen whore. You spread your legs like this for anyone?"

Sae struggles beneath you, scratching at your hands for breath. You fuck him, hard, fast—your pace never wavering. You hit his prostate with each thrust, laughing when you watch his pathetically slap your hands—trying to pull them off.

You do as he wishes, you pull his face off the pillows by his hair. But, just when Sae coughs for air, you continue to aggressively pull his head back until you force him to sit on his two knees.

You let go of his hair and grope at his chest, pulling roughly at the sensitive skin. You rub his chest, smirking against Sae’s face when you feel his hands grabbing at yours, helping you guide them across his pretty body.

You whisper hotly against him, seeing the way his dick twitches and throbs from your words. “Sae, if I knew you were like this, I wouldn’t have waited this long to fuck you like this, hmm?”

You slowly move your hands down his abdomen, moving down to his aching cock. You take it into your hand, giving it a gentle stroke. Sae immediately folds at the sudden touch, and you, you have no remorse. You grab onto his throat firmly, practically throwing him back so he is straight.

You stroke his cock, slowly at first—then you go faster. Pumping roughly and you relish in the moans you get in return. You watch Sae’s chest rise and fall, as he pants and exhales roughly.

“Oh, God...”

“Hmm?” You reply, absentmindedly.

Sae keens and shakes in your hold, and desperately grabs onto your hand that is still placed on his throat: a threat.

“I’m g-gonna c-come, I- mmmnn!”

You cut him off by slapping his cock—perhaps it was a terrible thing to do, but the way his back arches and the moan that teared out of his mouth says otherwise. You do it once more, and Sae reaches up to grab your hair, pulling it back aggressively. Your head almost felt like it had snapped of your shoulders.

You’re in shock, only for a few moments before you bring your arm to wrap your arm around his neck, locking him in place, crushing his throat yet again. You watch as Sae pathetically squirms in your arms, clawing at your arms.

You rock back and forth, your cock pounding into him as you do so. As you move, you whisper insults and praise againt his ear, teeth hot with lust and heavy arousal. You feel his tight walls convulse around your dick; like you’re being pulled in.

“Look at you,” you sneer, “I’m so happy right now, you have no idea.”

You push your mouth further into Sae’s face, licking his ear. “You can’t even pretend to not like this... hmm? You like being treated like a slut, some day-today whore, don’t you?”

Sae shivers against you, mouth open, trying to breathe in any ways possible. You loosen your grip around his throat, but your arms still is there... just in case.

“In that case, come for me baby. Hmm, come?” you slap his cock again, jolting Sae awake.

You grab his cock again, pumping feverishly. You stroke it up, then down, and doing it all over again. You watch as Sae slowly becomes to become undone, and with each thrust, each limb of his goes weak.

“I-I... I’m going to...”

With one last thrust, you groan deeply into his ear and you both share an orgasm that crashes over you like waves. Your hips stutter, your thrusts slowing down until they come to a sudden halt.

You laugh, against his ear. You let go of his throat, moving down to rub small, comforting touches against his belly. “Oh Sae, that was amazing... God I love you.”

You kiss his temple slowly, then look at him. Your blood runs cold, did Sae... die?

“Sae? Sae?!” you shout, pulling your cock out of him to turn him around. You scramble to check his pulse and... it’s beating. Thank God.

You take a sigh of release and then chuckle at the moment. You panic for no reason, you must have fucked him too hard and made him black out.

You’ll just have to tell Sae how much you love him in the morning, you suppose. Until then, you guess having a lie-down seems nice. All that work just to come once, huh?

But you promised a good night for Sae, and a good night it truly was... for the both of you.

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white-poppie · 5 months

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Healing ★ ft. jjk men (Geto, Gojo, Nanami, Toji)

synopsis: how the jjk men help you heal from your fears and worries

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔

The way your heart jumps to your throat at Geto-sama cursing out some damn 'monkey' is almost pitiful. Its cruel, the way he is gritting his teeth, the way his voice booms in the echoing chambers

Suguru's rage, its not even directed at you. But his voice is a bit too loud for your liking. Till it overpowers any other voice in your surroundings and sends your mind into an overdrive.

A numbing buzz echoes in the cortex of your brain and you feel a familiar heat behind your eyes.

It claws at you, your bottom lip trembling in the storm you get caught until a soft warmth holds your shoulders.

You look in front, met by scrunched eyebrows, that furrow in concern, pale lips parted in concern.

"Angel?" the storm says, his breath caught in his lungs. But he's cruel alright? Relentless, but the storm calms. He turns into soft gusts around you. Suguru cups your face in his hands, thumb caressing the apple of your cheeks.

"You okay?" he asks quietly and you nod softly.

"What happened? You zoned for quite a bit there, scared me there, angel."

""s nothing, I just got a little startled when you...spoke a little loudly." you say and his eyes soften, pale lips pressing on your temple.

"Sorry angel, I should've been more careful around you, it's my fault, but you gotta know my anger could never be directed towards you," he murmurs, brushing his hand through your hair.

A storm indeed, but Suguru is your breeze on an autumn afternoon.

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

You listen intently to Satoru as you both sit on the dinner table. He goes on about his day, the way he was a pain in the ass for the higher-ups again. You chuckle and take a sip from the glass next to your plate, but your fingers lose their grip on the glass as it falls down, shards scattering on the marbled floor. Your eyes widen and silence crashes down in the living area, your breathing fastens and you don't even dare look back at Gojo.

"I am sorry- I am so sorry, I'll clean it up." You say letting out a rictus laugh as you lean down to haphazardly pick up the glass shards, your hands trembling like having just come from the shower on a winter day.

Bending down you pick up the shards with your bare fingers and Satoru's eyebrows furrow at your behaviour.

"Y/N, sweetheart you are gonna prick yourself with those shards." He says but his words cease to travel the vacuum you have built around yourself.

Gojo kneels to your level and grabs your wrist, feeling your erratic pulse under his fingers, the shiver of your limbs, you look similar to a dog under a firework show and his chest hurts.

"Sweetheart relax, you'll hurt yourself," he says softly, terrified, even more than you possibly. He is so scared of scaring you. He is so scared of making it worse. You take in a sharp breath and nod lightly.

"Let me get the dust-pan and broom this," he whisper softly, leaving you between the constellation of the shards, your thoughts, coiled into an unforgiving a ball, only broken when he walks back, kneeling beside you, gently dusting the pieces into the pan as he looks at you with a smile.

"There, all done," he says and searches into your eyes for a reaction. The faint cinkle in them shouts, 'you are not mad at me?' It’s so obvious from the watery look on your face.

“I am not mad, sweetheart, I could never be mad at you” He affirms and smiles. His hands, move to brush your hair gently, reaffirming it.

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎

You hate this. You hate how stupid this scanning ticket-check system makes you feel. It makes you feel like a boomer, a hobo if you might as you struggle with getting the scan done. Its not even then fact you can't operate it. You can easily operate it, but there's people behind you, waiting, groaning all the the while your hands tremble in mortification.

Beep. Denied

Beep. Denied.

Beep. Denied again

It was never ending, the machine kept on denying your effort and you could swear you heard someone in the line behind you groan.

"Here, let me," a voice interjects and you look up at Nanami, his eyes softening at the sight of your flushed face as he gently takes the ticket from you and gets it scanned...oh so it was this way. You feel your cheeks flush in embarrassment, wanting to cry out of anxiety.

You feel Nanami's arm against your lower back as it curls around your waist, walking a few steps ahead with you, his embrace blocking any extraneous factors that trouble you.

"You okay, love?" he inquires softly, his thumb rubbing circles on your spine.

"I feel stuped Ken'" you mumble your voice cracking.

“You are one of the smartest people I know, y/n” he coos slightly, “you just got overwhelmed, even the best of us get overwhelmed sometimes and that’s alright.” He says, caressing your shoulder gently.

“There’s a lot of things you can do that I can’t.”

“Like?”

“Hmmm….like being this effortlessly cute all the time.” He chuckles and kisses your forehead.

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎

Toji Fushiguro was one of those men who had not an ounce of gentleness in them. Those hunter eyes of his that never softened at anything. Its not his fault, its just the way he looks. He can't help it.

The thing about Toji is that he snores while sleeping and yet somehow even with those deep snores, his sleep is restless.

So when he grumbles and opens his eyes to your dry sobs, scrunched eyebrows and spasmodic body. He jolts awaken.

The thing with Toji is that he hates his sleep being disturbed, but what he hates even more is seeing you in despair, seeing you suffer like that.

"Y/N, wake up, you are having a nightmare," he says, softly nudging you with his scarred hands. You jolt awake and turn to him, your eyes blurry, your cheeks wet, and your lips parted for an aborted sob.

Toji's heart drops to his stomach at the visual. He sits up straight and his arms instantly come up to pull you to his chest.

"Ssh, what did you dream about baby?" he asks, letting you nuzzle into him and get comfortable as his hands softly caress your back, his warm palm running up and down, heating your cold body.

You sigh against his chest and shake your head, "Just had a dream that you left me..." You say and he sighs, resting his chin on your head

"Such stupid dreams my baby has," he says calmly, his deep voice rumbling in a low purr. "How could I ever leave you?"

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sunshinegat0r · 8 months

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Please forgive my very specific-to-me southeastern-American idea of a home-style meal. Feel free to mentally substitute your own comfort food as much as you’d like. ♪ I’m just so in love with Sanji at this point, I think I’d do anything for him. I’m feeling super cheesy, so have a cheesy fluff piece with a cheesy-ass title. 🥰

Home Is Where the Chef Is ~ Sanji x GN!Reader

CW: None, it’s all fluff, Sanji smokes and speaks French and uses way too many pet names (what else is new) WC: ~2k

“Ah, my sweet?” Sanji calls out to you, trying not to let his nerves seep into his tone. “Do you… Are those the right size?”

You squint at the sweet potatoes on the cutting board. Holding a thumb up next to one chunk, you stick your tongue out as though that will help you visualize the measurement you’re looking for. You shrug and carefully slice another piece of the root veggie, cutting through to the board with a satisfying clack. Sanji always kept his knives in pristine condition so you had no trouble cutting even the thickest of potatoes.

“They’re close enough to half an inch, it’ll be fine.” Finishing up with the sweet potatoes, you dump them into a baking dish and set them aside.

Sanji is gripping the counter-top, physically restraining himself from entering the kitchen to help you. He knows you normally hate cooking, but you had insisted on making him something special for your anniversary - and he was forbidden from helping.

“You cook for everyone all the time - let me treat you like my prince for once,” you had said with a smile, turning Sanji to mush. Of course he would do anything for you, move heaven and earth if you expressed such a whim, capture a falling star in a bottle and present it to you on bended knee.

But…

His kitchen was his temple.

…And you were the goddess at whose feet he worshipped daily, so he guessed he could make an exception, just this once.

Still, it was hard to watch you bumble your way around the kitchen without wincing. He could tell you were trying your hardest; the thought that you would put so much effort into a meal for him made his heart ache fondly. It was the most sincere form of love he could understand.

That didn’t stop him from almost jumping over the counter when you took a metal spoon to his non-stick pan.

You exhaled an exasperated puff when Sanji came around the island to your side, gracefully replacing the metal utensil in your grasp with a wooden one. He swept your hair away from your face and placed a soft sweet kiss on your temple, lessening the slight sting of the correction.

“Alright, you’ve babysat me long enough, out you go,” you announce, turning to face him and completely ignoring the meat now sizzling in the pan. Sanji is sweating, glancing over your shoulder anxiously, and only a little distracted by the cute apron you were wearing.

“But, mon amour, I’d love to keep you company--”

“Nope!” Hands on your hips, spoon sticking out of your fist, you adopt the sternest expression you can. “You need a smoke break. Go outside and stop hovering. I promise I won’t burn Sunny down.”

“Of course not, but--”

“I will, however, let this meat burn until that door closes behind you.”

Sanji actually lets out a small whine at your threat, big blue eyes pleading for mercy. You stand firm - as firm as you can, short and in a frilly apron - and it doesn’t take long before his culinary morals win out over his paranoia at leaving you alone. He slinks to the kitchen door, casting one last unsure look over his shoulder at you, seeing you shoo him away with both hands, keeping eye contact until the door closes behind him.

You exhale, shaking your whole body briskly to scatter the nerves. You had survived this long - you were an adult - you could cook one meal for the man you loved, damn it! Turning back to the stove, you yelped at the smoke coming from the hot pan, and threw yourself into cooking (what would hopefully be) a delicious dinner.

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆

Sanji paced across the deck outside the galley door, glancing at it frequently as though he could develop x-ray vision through sheer force of will. He’d already burned through a handful of cigarettes. The oral stimulation wasn’t helping to soothe his nerves as it usually did.

“Oi, cook, quit wearin’ a hole in the ship,” Zoro heckled him from the lawn below. “’S not like they’re doing surgery in there, it’s just cooking.”

Sanji cast a disparaging glare at the swordsman. “Don’t act like you know how to do anything more than boil water, idiot marimo. I don’t need your opinion on anything related to the kitchen.”

Zoro’s inevitable reply is cut off as the galley door swings open, Sanji directing all of his attention to you standing there. He notes a distinct lack of billowing smoke, which is an encouraging sign. You smooth your hands through your hair and over the apron and try not to look frazzled.

“Monsieur, your exquisite dining experience is ready,” you attempt in your fanciest tone, twirling your hands in a mock bow. You reach out to Sanji and he catches your hands in his, bringing them both to his lips to kiss them lightly.

“Please, lead the way, my darling.”

You grin and tug Sanji into the kitchen; he closes the door behind him, noting that you had dimmed the overhead lights. The dining table is set for two, covered dishes keeping the results of your efforts a mystery a little longer. A handful of candles flicker softly to light the space, and there were even a smattering of rose petals scattered amongst the tableware.

Sanji glances at you to catch your pleased expression - you were clearly a bit proud of yourself. He lets you push him to the table but still pulls your chair out for you, ever the gentleman. You whip the cloches from their dishes with a nervous flourish.

It’s not a complicated meal, some sort of glazed pork with a cheesy broccoli dish accompanying it. The sweet potatoes had been turned into a syrupy, decadent casserole, flecks of brown sugar and cinnamon speckled throughout. Soft, warm rolls rested in a cloth-covered basket alongside a bottle of champagne.

As he stares at the spread you see a smile slowly grow, wider and wider, until he’s almost beaming at you. “It’s not a-anything like what you could do, obviously,” you stammer, only now feeling self-consciousness spike through your body. “It probably won’t taste that great, the pork might be a little burnt, I--”

Sanji covers your hands with his as you cut yourself off. “My love,” he says softly, “anything these hands have made for me will taste like nectar from the gods.” You flush immediately, brilliant in the candlelight, and mutter, “You’re just saying that.”

The cook gives you a lop-sided grin. “At the very least it will taste better than anything anyone else on this ship has made me.”

“I can be happy with that,” you concede.

Once Sanji serves the two of you, you can hardly wait for him to take the first bite before you’re digging into your own meal. You let out a little moan when the flavors hit your tongue - he watches you, so enraptured at how much you’re enjoying it that he forgets to continue eating. You fluster when you notice his stare and kick him lightly under the table, motioning for him to eat.

Of course it’s not the most professionally prepared meal Sanji has ever had, but that’s never mattered much to him anyways. He can taste the love and care that you put into each dish, the thought that went into each clumsily made step. It warms him to his core in a way food prepared by a stranger never could.

He loses his train of thought when he notices you smiling fondly down at your plate, smushing a bit of potatoes around with your fork.

“My mother used to make this for me on big occasions,” you admit quietly, barely louder than the crackling candles. “We both disliked cooking so we never went for anything very complicated. But when I taste these flavors…” You lift your sheepish smile to him, softly radiant, and Sanji thinks you’ve never looked more beautiful to him. “…I remember how much love was in our little home. I just really wanted to share that with you.”

Sanji’s breath catches in his throat, momentarily stunned. The cook’s heart always seems to be torn in opposite directions by the weight of his feelings for you. He feels unworthy of you sharing such an intimate memory from your past. He feels profoundly grateful that you did.

When he continues to stare long after you fall silent, you flush ruby red from the tips of your ears down to your neck. Sanji looks at you as though you’ve hung the stars in the sky just for him. He can’t fathom why you would put such effort into loving him, and yet he can’t possibly bring himself to protest.

Hurrying to fill the quiet, you tear yourself away from his ardent gaze, stuttering, “Y-You’ve always made me feel so safe and comfortable here. When I think of home now, I don’t only think of the family I’ve left behind.” Your last few words drop as velvet whispers he has to lean forward to catch. “I think… of you.”

Sanji has to bite his lip to stop himself from igniting right where he sits. His concept of “home” has been such a turbulent thing for so long, only recently settling into something that vaguely looks like a fish-shaped restaurant, or a pile of pirates seated at this very table. The idea that he could mean so much to someone to be considered part of their vision of a home… It’s something he’s never even thought would be a possibility.

And now that it’s been planted in his mind, Sanji has a sudden strong desire to never let it go. To carefully nurture that connection for the rest of his days, if only you’d allow it.

To that end, he carefully lays down his fork and knife with barely a clink against the wooden table. Gracefully he stands from his chair and kneels at your side in one smooth motion - reaches a large but delicate hand to your chin and tilts slightly ‘til you’re finally forced to meet his gaze. You meet endless ocean-blue eyes, adoration shining bright and a gentle smile playing on his lips.

“I am honored to be considered so important to you, my angel.” Soft as a breeze, his fingers caress along your face. You lean ever so slightly into his palm, waiting for him to continue, for his devout prayers to be laid at the altar of your love. “If I ever did anything right in this life, it was falling in love with you.”

You’re thankful Sanji chooses to lift himself to you for a kiss, your eyes shuttering at his words even before his lips press softly against yours. The kiss is a little desperate, a little manic, both of you struggling to express even the shallowest depths of your hearts in the simple gesture. You pull away with a small gasp, pressing the back of your hand against your mouth and slanting your eyes away, flustered. Sanji won’t stop looking at you like you’re the only person in the universe and you can’t handle it much longer.

“P-Please get up so we can finish eating,” you mumble into your hand. “The food is gonna get cold.”

The blonde grins up at you and decides to grant you mercy. “I couldn’t possibly allow such a spread to go to waste,” he agrees as he stands and returns to his seat. He doesn’t miss your sigh of relief as you both turn back to the table. Sanji picks up his fork and moves to continue eating, but uses his other hand to grab yours as he does so. Rubbing his thumb across your knuckles he pins you one last time with his visible eye and says, voice low and buttery smooth, “Truly, ma cherie, thank you for this.”

Your fluster returns in full force and you stammer a response, deliciously adorable to the chef. His teasing grin softens to a serene smile. It doesn’t fade as the two of you finish eating, as he helps you tidy up the kitchen, or, in fact, for the rest of the night.

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lionizingheathen · 1 year

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Domdraco smut please??? I mean maybe with handcuffs and some kinks?

Sure, not a problem.

Draco fucking you while he's on various calls.

Draco Malfoy x fem!reader (featuring a sort of Pansy Parkinson aspect because this was the only ida I had)

Warnings: Smut, D/s, handcuff use, degredation, praising, spanking, hair pulling, name calling, semi-public smut, gagging, video call third party, overstimulation

Smut under the cut

Draco inisiting on fucking you every time he had a conference call was not something you were expected when you started the relationship with him, but it wasn't something that you felt was a bad thing... it simply meant that you were on his desk, legs thrown over his shoulder, handcuffed and gagged as he fucked you hard, on a call with whoever, you didn't even know and you didn't care... expect the gag wasn't working to keep you quiet.

"Hm? No, she's busy right now." He pulled your gag down, clearly it wasn't doing anything. "Shut the hell up, they can hear you. You're such a goddamn whore." He snapped, gripping at your chin as his pace increased. God, how were you meant to be quiet?

"Mmph." You whimpered, and he rolled his eyes, giving you a wary look

"Bet you love it though, the idea that one of them could hear you, that they're touching their cocks while they think about fucking you even though you're mine to use. And only mine." He sighed, and you nodded. Only his, he gave you such a good life.

"Mhm."

"Good girl." "Sorry about that, she had a question. Yeah, she'll be coming with on Friday, of course. Yeah, see you then." He looked back down at you, his frustration clear again as his hand closed around your throat. Hard.

"Couldn't even keep quiet for a goddamn conference call, I swear you do it on purpose." He pulled you up by your neck. "Don't you?" You shook your head, clearly not able to speak right now. Who would?

"I asked you a fucking question." Draco snapped, smacking you hard across the face. You shook your head, giving him a frantic look. God, you would tell him anything, you just wanted him to not stop.

"No! Only for you!" You gasped, and Draco rolled his eyes, his hand finding your clit, rubbing it roughly as you tried to wiggle away.

"I don't believe you, I bet you'd love if someone heard us. Bet you'd think about it every time you touch that pretty little cunt." Draco growled, and you shook your head, feeling yourself fall over the edge, or at least begin to.

"No... All yours."

"I fucking know."

"Draco, oh my god..." You whined, feeling like you were going to vibrate out of your skin as you came again. He fucked into you harder, flipping you onto your stomach as his pace increased, both of you gasping at the change of position. Beside your head, his phone vibrated.

"Oh, shit. It's Pansy, she and I are working on a project. Can you be quiet for me? Can you be good?" He asked, and you nodded. You could be good for him... for her... for both of them.

"I'll be so good. Just please keep going, I'm so close." You begged, and Draco chuckled, grabbing his phone from where it was beside your head.

"Okay... Hey, Pans. Mhm. Yeah, I can do that. What?" He asked, and then he leaned forward, his pace slowing down as he spoke, making you let out a high moan.

"She's asking about you." He murmured, and you couldn't even respond. God, this felt too good.

"Yeah, she's in here. I know, nothing quiets her down." Draco sighed, and you pouted. Why was he being so mean?

"Draco..." You gasped, and he tutted, spanking you hard on the ass for talking out of turn.

"Sh, baby. Don't be rude." He continued to talk as though you weren't there. Fuck... "Handcuffs, I had a gag on her while I was on a call but I took it off." He explained, fucking into you lazily, making you whine. God, what the fuck? How does this feel so good?

"Yeah, she's bent over the desk right now, taking my cock. No, I know she just can't shut the hell up, it's embarrassing." Draco paused for a moment making you whine as you tried to fuck back against him, desperate for some friction. "Hm? Let me ask." Draco said, and he leaned down, kissing down your neck before he moved to murmur into your ears.

"Do you mind if I turn on the camera? Say no if you mind, I have no problem telling her that you don't want that." Draco asked, and your eyes were wide open. Pansy? Wanted to watch you? That was a dream come true.

"Please." You said, and he paused, placing a warm hand on your cheek so he could ease your face to look at him, even in the awkward angle. His eyes were soft, gentle. He was genuinely asking.

"Are you sure?" He asked, and you nodded. Yeah. You really really wanted this.

"'M sure." You heard the call change.

"Hey, Pans." Pansy let out a sigh.

"Hello. Y/N, my dear, how are you?" Pansy asked, and you cleared your throat, unable to pick yourself up to look at her. You were sure she looked good, everyone Draco was close to were fucking hot, his friend group was honestly unfairly attractive.

"So good... So good." You whined, and Pansy let out a low whistle at the tone of your voice.

"Oh my god, she sounds fucking wrecked." Pansy groaned, and Draco let out a little chuckle.

"Been fucking her all day. She should." Draco murmured, and Pansy let out a low noise, like a near moan.

"Lift her up, I wanna truly see." He did, holding you up with a hand over your throat. Pansy was seated in her desk chair, one knee pulled to her chest wearing a black button down unbuttoned to the lowest part of her sternum... Fuck, it was unfair. "Jesus Christ." Pansy murmured, and you could see her eyes flitting all over your body even through the screen.

"Like what you see? Take a good look, because you'll never get to touch." You couldn't help it, you pouted at how sure Draco sounded. That would feel so good.

"You're easily persuaded, so we'll see if that stands." Pansy said as you were eased back down on the desk and Draco's rough fucking resumed, pulling a silent gasp out of you.

"I am not."

"There he goes, lying again. Does he lie often, Y/N?" Pansy asked, and you opened your mouth, but no noise came out... he was fucking you too hard for you to be expected to speak right now.

"No... No..." You whined, and Draco chuckled, leaning down to press a soft kiss between your shoulderblades.

"See, my girl knows I'm honest. Why can't you give me the same benefit of the doubt?" Draco asked, and Pansy snorted. How were they carrying on common conversation when they was happening? That was a skill you'd never thought someone would have.

"Because you're my best friend. I know when you lie.... God, she really does just take anything, huh?" Pansy asked, and you blushed, shaking your head. But that was a lie and you knew it.

"Mhm." Draco pulled you up again, reaching around your body to rub roughly at your clit, making you try to jerk away from him, but it didn't work. He simply got to torture you with pleasure... and he was damn good at it. "Don't you, baby?" He asked, and you nodded. Yeah. Yeah.

"Yes." He tossed you back down on the desk as Pansy let out a little chuckle. You glanced up, knowing by the flush on her cheeks that she was turned on. God, that was so fucking hot.

"Aw, listen to that voice... so pathetic." You squeaked, your vision blurring for a moment as you came around Draco's cock for the millionth time that evening, making you feel like you were going to fall apart. "Is she seriously cumming again?" Pansy asked, sounding bored even though you knew she wasn't. She loved this, you three had gotten close to fucking a few times, but mostly it was just making out, fooling around, but this... this could lead to that dream.

"Yeah, got her so fucked out that she barely even makes a sound at this point... she just lets me use her until I feel she's had enough." Draco said, and you blushed at the way that they continued to talk about you like you weren't even there. Pansy sighed, and you glanced up, seeing the way that she was hungrily staring at you, even if there was a glare on the screen that kept you from seeing all of her... but you saw the dangerous smirk on her red lips, and that gave the rest of her expression away.

"That sounds very lucrative." Pansy said, her voice silky and edged with danger. God, it gave you goosebumps... this had been a fantasy of yours for a while, one you'd discussed with Draco many times... it just felt so good to see it be recognized.

"It is." Draco sighed, and you felt like you should fight back, say something.

"No-." Draco's hand smacked down hard on your ass, which was already sore from this morning, and you yelped. He pulled you up, holding his fingers loosely on the chain of your handcuffs before shoving you back down hard.

"Shut up, baby. I don't wanna have to punish you, you've been so good so far." Draco said, his tone sickeningly sweet. Your knees trembled as you let out a high whine as you thought about his last punishment. He'd tied you to the bed with a vibrator on your clit for hours... it'd been such a sweet torture.

"Seriously, you should let me join you two sometime. Think it would be pretty fun."

"For her, but I won't get anything out of it, aside from watching the two of you... which would be objectively hot, but still." Draco said, his tone surprisingly level considering the pace with which he was fucking you at this point. He should be gasping for air, you knew that you were.

"I can suck a cock too, Malfoy. I just don't want one inside me at the moment." Pansy sighed, and you let your brain wander, thinking about how that would look... God, that would be so fucking hot, watching them fuck each other... it only made you feel more sensitive, like you could cum another time, even though you were feeling frustratingly overstimulated.

"Really?" Draco asked, his voice sounding rough as he pushed you harder into the desk, pounding into you with an increased pace that made any coherent thought simply leave your head. You were here for him to use, that was what you were made for.

"Yeah." Pansy said, sounding amused from Draco's shock.

"Excellent." He said, letting out low grunting pants as he pulled you up by your arms, kissing and biting across your shoulders. You locked eyes with Pansy, and she winked, raising an eyebrow at you. "I'm gonna cum inside you, baby. You ready?" Draco asked, and you nodded, letting him drop you back down onto the desk. He pushed your head down, face flush to the cool desk.

"Please..." You begged, and Pansy let out a full laugh, shifting around in her chair. She should touch herself... you wanted her to, you wanted to see her fall apart.

"Is that all she can say?" Pansy asked, and Draco let out a low chuckled, raking his nails down your damp skin as his thrusts got sloppy. Good.

"She's too fucked for really words." Draco said, letting out a low groan after, thrusting hard once more, stilling inside of you. God, you wanted him to cum, you wanted to feel so good, and that always made you feel so good... "God, there we go... good... fuck..." Draco sighed, his cum filling you, making you gasp as your eyes rolled back in your head. You heard Pansy let out a quiet, astonished chuckle.

"Aw, she takes it so well, doesn't she?" Pansy asked, her voice close to a coo, making you blush even more as Draco drew out of you, his cum dripping down your inner thigh.

"Yeah." Draco said, stepping away, and you groaned. Why were they still teasing you?

"Shut up." You whined, face pressed into the desk as Draco wandered around, gathering the things you often required to feel better. It was sweet of him, and he knew you had someone watching in case something went awry. Pansy, though she was a lofty bitch, still looked out for things that were wrong.

"We should do this again sometime." Pansy said, and you wanted to nod, face still flush and body still melted to the counter, but you couldn't. Though that was the hottest thing Draco had ever done.

"Maybe. We'll see." Draco said from across the room, and you felt chilled to your bone suddenly. You missed his skin, the feeling of him, the smell of him... he needed to come back.

"Right, well... I've got dinner plans, are you two still coming over on Saturday for the party?" Pansy asked, and you nodded, thought she couldn't see it, so Draco responded verbally. Good. He was so good to you.

"We'll be there." Draco promised, wrapping a blanket around your shoulders as he brushed hair out of your face, pressing soft kisses to any skin he could reach.

"Excellent. And Y/N, dear?" Pansy asked, and you lifted your head, still feeling like your feet were hardly on the ground. She looked at you through thick eyelashes, leaning back in her chair. "I'm proud of you. Good job." Pansy said, her smirk and silk tone making you shiver as she ended the call. Draco picked you up, carrying you over to the bed, holding you close, making the world feel a bit less buzzy.

"Are you alright?" He asked, and you nodded. You'd need some care later, but right now this was all you needed.

"Talk later. Rest now." You mumbled against his skin, feeling your eyelids get heavy. God, he'd really worn you out this time... good on him, you'd asked him to.

"Okay, my love. Okay." Draco murmured against your hairline, holding you against his chest.

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Physically restraining myself from writing an au in which Steve decides, in the summer of '82, that he wants to swim at the 1984 Olympics. He trains at the outdoor pool and his own, and when the school year rolls in he talks to the swim team coach about it. She decides he can probably make it even if he is a bit younger than other swimmers, but he'll have to work hard. Steve goes all in on this in some mix of misguided desire for his father's love (how could a father of an Olympian be disappointed!) and genuine love of the sport. (His events are 100/200 butterfly, 1500 free, and maybe 200 IM?)

Robin needs gym credits. Desperately. The gym teacher talks to the swim coach and agrees that in order to prevent young Robin from accidentally braining herself on the ground, she could be the timekeeper for that Harrington kid trying to first get into the Pan Am games and then the Olympics the next year.

So little baby grade 9 Robin gets paired with newly determined to prove himself as something outside of highschool grade 10 Steve. She immediately starts the "you rule/you suck" board for when he makes/doesn't the PanAm (and later Olympic as I'm preeeety sure they're adjusted yearly?) qualifying times for his events.

Anyways all this to say is that she comes out to him in May of '83 Because he planned on bringing her to Caracas for the games, and she actually really likes him, likes fooling around with him in Mrs. Click's classes and gossiping as they drive to or from practices, but she doesn't think she can pretend around him for very much longer...

Anyways it's fine and they are chaotic besties and Steve places fourth in 100fly, silver in 200, and bronze in 1500fr. Amazing. I'm so proud of my boy.

There's an after party with the younger athletes and Robin, fifteen and out to someone for the first time ever, somehow flirts her way into making out with a girl on the Brazilian gymnastics team who gets her number and she is relentlessly teased by Steve about when he hears they had a little phone date and the Brazilian Gymnast said she can't wait for LA. He talks about this loudly in the school hallway, only saying "Brazilian Gymnast" and when asked why not use his name Steve's like "plausible deniability".

Because of this Robin somehow gets elevated up the social ladder despite being in drama and marching band and arguably being Steve's sidekick. Like really. A student at your small ass school went to Venezuela over the summer, won a silver medal, and his best friend who he brought along made out with a world-class gymnast?? Rumour mill runs wild. Robin is suddenly seen as someone with game instead of someone who is part baby giraffe.

All this to say is that fall of '83 goes two ways:

1) Robin comes to school frazzled on Wednesday morning, completely missing band practice. She asks the swim team if they've seen Steve. They haven't.

Wednesday's are their off day. Robin has band and Steve crosstrains with basketball boys with weightlifting. She bikes to his house and he drives them both to school. That morning, she arrived on time, but Steve didn't answer the door. His car was in the drive and the living room light was on. Robin got her key out and walked through the house. Trying to convince herself she was catastrophizing. She got to the backyard and found the pool cover half on and panics for a half second that Steve fell in and got trapped and drowned by the heavy plastic, but she doesn't see him. Nothing.

She bikes to school. No one's seen him. His parents aren't meant to be back for another week.

At lunch she peddles her way to the police station and demands to file a missing person report.

Jonathan Byers' has a very disturbing picture to develop.

2) a few days after poor little Will Byers goes missing, Steve is driving Robin home after they practiced (Robin finally getting in the pool and doing laps of her own), when they drive by the Byers' house. The lights are flickering and flashing and something is clearly wrong. He slows down, looks over at Robin, and they both get out of the car.

When they ring on the door bell, calling in to see if they need help, what's wrong, they both get Nancy Wheeler pointing a gun in their face.

#platonic stobin #stranger things #steve harrington #robin Buckley #finda's rambles #swimmer steve au #somehow I'd make it steddie but its mostly robin and steve bestieness you know how it is #robin about to be on a war path to find steve (dw hes alive and helping will in the upside down)

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alright more pre-crash yellowjackets thoughts! this time: shitty high school jobs they had! (i worked 5 different shitty minimum wage jobs between the ages of 15-18 and have thought about the concept with more gravity than it deserves sorry)

shauna: was a tutor during the school year for literally every subject. she was the only reason jeff and randy passed their junior year. even though she could use the money, shauna never charged any of her teammates if they needed some help. when school was out during the summers, she had a seasonal job at the concession stand at the local concert venue. pretty easy money and she liked listening to the bands play

jackie: unemployed. being the coolest girl in school is a full time job, after all! note: tried to get a job with shauna at the concession stand. it was a complete and utter disaster. she lasted a week, and only made it that long because of how much shauna covered for her. after that didn’t pan out, when shauna worked weekends, jackie would always buy a concert ticket… just to hang out by the concession stand and talk with shauna for the whole show

nat: her first job was working at the local pizza parlor. was employed there for 6 months until it got shut down because, as it turns out, the whole thing was a money laundering front for the mob (which explains why nat never got fired despite being actually kinda bad at making pizzas). after that, she goes to work the 6pm-midnight shift at the grimiest gas station in wiskayok. except for the occasional stick up, it was a quiet job where no one bothered her and she could buy her own cigarettes. however she was constantly sleep-deprived having to get up for school in the mornings. definitely created energy drink concoctions that would send most people into cardiac arrest. van and the other yellowjackets would always stop by to see her on shifts and nat always gives them free slurpees

van: started working at the movie theater in the mall when she was 14 (the owner needed the help and did not ask enough questions). van is the rare sort of person that is absolutely beloved by both customers and her fellow employees and no one was surprised when she became a manager. she has the best customer service and will help out all the other employees with whatever they need. to this day she still holds the record for most Employee of the Month awards. also i just know van was the ultimate hookup and snuck her friends into shows and definitely took home the leftover popcorn after her shift. if she knew nat was on shift at the gas station, she’d stop by on her way home and give her some

taissa: never worked during the school year because she took way too many classes and extracurriculars (she was a 3-sport athlete: cross country in the fall, basketball in the winter, soccer in the spring. also did debate team AND student gov). her parents actually tried to talk her out of getting a summer job, but taissa has never relaxed a day in her life. she took a job at a clothing store in the mall and claimed she chose it for the employee discounts. the fact the store was located in the same mall as the movie theater was unrelated to anything whatsoever (tho taissa and van’s break schedules coincidentally always lined up and they’d hang out and go to the arcade where they’d have competitions… loser had to buy the winner food from the food court afterwards).

anyways tai would have been a perfect employee… if she didn’t have the world’s worst customer service (“for the fifth and final time, i am not going to give you a goddamned refund if you don’t have the RECEIPT and if you try putting that ugly ass blouse in my face again i will shove it up your-”) …had to have routine talks with HR throughout her tenure there. her manager gently suggested therapy, once.

lottie: didn’t need the money but definitely got a job out of boredom. decided to lifeguard as a summer job. it was basically getting paid to tan and tell kids to stop running. she had a sixth sense for when it’s about to start storming. her coworkers stopped questioning it after a few months and now when lottie says to get everyone out of the pool, they get everyone out of the pool. from lifeguarding lottie actually learned enough about pool maintenance to do the work and check the chemical balances on the pool at her own house. her father thinks the whole thing is ridiculous, her mother thinks it’s nice she has a hobby

laura lee: didn’t work a paid job but volunteered. she played piano for the local church services and on weekdays she worked evenings at the local food bank. if she sees anyone from school show up, it stays between her and God. she has managed to rope each of the yellowjackets into volunteering with her at least once

mari: worked at a local restaurant. tried to be a waitress, but on her very first day she got three different customer complaints about her attitude and so the owner put her in the kitchen where she became a linecook. she had more healthcode violations in her 1.5 years of working there than every other employee combined. the manager fired her on a weekly basis but she always just showed up to work the next day like nothing happened and the boss always took her back because mari is the best damn linecook he ever had

akilah: she’s a baby and was too young to work an actual job but definitely did babysitting (mostly for family). definitely was the kid-whisperer. had plans to work at library once she turned 16

misty: volunteered at the local retirement home and developed a love-hate relationship with an 85yo named Ethel (and by love-hate i mean: misty loved ethel, ethel hated misty)

#yellowjackets #op #while everyone else discusses in depth about the themes of the show and theories for the upcoming season #i am over here yelling ‘GAS STATION CLERK NATALIE’ into a microphone #i know i shouldve said something cooler like a vinyl shop or something but i couldn’t do it #also i have either worked or had a friend who worked all the jobs i listed #so this is certified authentic #taivan #i feel like there’s just enough to tag that

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slocumjoe · 11 months

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What would you headcanon as the companions sexuality and type? If they had to have one.

Companions sexuality + their type + what'd be good for them

Seeing as these guys are all bi/playersexual in canon for game play reasons, the sexuality bit is ignorable and can be disregarded. I also tend to write them all as bi/pan in other reacts for reader immersion so as to not exclude anyone. Just don't worry about the sexuality, its fine

Cait; pansexual queen, has a romantic and sexual preference for women. She lacks a type because she lacks taste. Cait, when choosing her sexual partners, really needs a fucking committee of bitchy lesbians to give their votes. Her type is everywhere but generally bad. Who do I think would be good for her...ultimately, someone she wouldn't get along with, at first. Think Preston. Cait needs a good person who's selfless, kind, empathetic, and most importantly, unfazed. Someone who balks at her and what she's been through wouldn't be great for her. I don't mean fazed as in 'horrified', I mean 'yikes, that's more than I want to know or deal with.' It's fair to have that boundary, of course, but Cait needs someone who can know her and not flinch.

Curie; I personally think Curie is the token straight, but I can see her experimenting, just to really figure it out. I can also see her being heterosexual, but biromantic. Curie seems the type to get gay married just because she loves another lady, even if not physically intimate with her. Her type would have to be similar to her—hygienic, polite, detail and data oriented, curious...a model scientist and gentleperson, really. That would be good for her, if only because that kind of person is just a solid choice for partnership. But someone with more edge—think the pin to her cushion—would balance her out well. And Curie needs balance, and sometimes a different perspective. She needs some challenging. And she'd appreciate it! Peer review is important for growth and learning. I think she'd feel a little stagnate with someone too much like her.

Danse; Demisexual and demiromantic. Don't roll your eyes. This is just a fancy term for "it doesn't matter, as long I have a bond as deep as the marina's trench." Dude? Lady? Both? Neither? It does not fucking matter. You could be the hottest ass and goldest heart, if Danse doesn't have a long history and isn't close with you, he isn't going to consider it. His type is whoever the hell he ends up falling in love with. He could fall in love with Hancock if they worked through their shit and got close enough. But what would be good for him? Danse is both pin and cushion, so we can't make that comparison. Someone patient, I think. Someone who doesn't just tolerate his quirks and his various rough edges and flaws. Someone who doesn't just let him ramble about whatever's on his mind, but enjoys it. Someone who doesn't just allow him to touch them, but wants to touch him back. That kind of thing. Danse has suffered rejection all his life. You could be anything, anyone. He needs to be accepted. Not put up with.

Deacon; ...I'll say straight, but bi-curious piques my interest. He's one of those "late bloomers" I think. I'd say his type used to be Barbara—dry-humored, fretting, stubborn, poised, an extrovert, can-do attitude—but since Shit, he'd just think of her with someone like her, and that's not a relationship he's getting into. His current type would be flexible, open to anything so long as their values match up. What'd be good for him...a lot of people think someone he can idolize. No, pedestals are not good for Deacon. He needs to be himself, not someone else. So, someone perceptive, who can smell bullshit from miles away and calls it then and there. Who won't humor his self-deprecation and harmful coping mechanisms. Everything else, he can work with. Deacon is adaptive. But he's gotta be Deacon, and someone who lets him not be Deacon is just enabling him.

Gage; I say he has no label and I'm fucking sticking to it. Gage is an old ass raider who has probably tried and offered every hole there is—this is not a dude who goes "I'm [sexuality]". I won't even call him demi. Anyway. Type...Gage really only has one type, and like Cait, by the very nature of what he values, this person is unhealthy for him in the long run. They're aggressive. They're selfish and cold. They're not a good person, not anywhere in their bones. Gage ultimately needs to be lured in with promises of being His Type (Awful), but if they end up being Good For Him (Soft spot, principled, picks their battles, has respect and some decency), he isn't leaving. You reel him in, he's biting. He needs someone who's outwardly what he wants, but actually, what he needs. He needs something he thinks is too good for him, so he settles for trash. Like promising your toddler McDonald's for lunch, but just putting healthy shit in a re-used bag.

Deacon; wait hold on i already did you

Hancock*;

Whoops shit hold on the cat just decimated the counter top

Hancock**; Okay. Hancock also is unlabelable, in that he is too fucking horny. It isn't a "be nice to me and I'll die for you" like Danse, or "hole is hole" like Gage. Hancock transcends these pitiful ideas. What is Hancock's sexuality? Yes. He is simply sexual. His type? Yeah. Preference? Correct. Hancock kneels for the flag but that thang be patriotic. This is how I segue into "Hancock's dick is trying to kill him." His taste is whatever seems fun. Fun can mean public quickie. Fun can also mean BDSM with someone he's never met before at a second location. BAD. UNSAFE. Hancock needs someone who can satisfy his thrills, but is trustworthy and loves him enough to keep him safe, and respect him. So, "Yes we can go piss on the Brotherhood as they come from that subway tunnel, but we can't drink beforehand, i don't want you falling." That kind of thing. I can definitely tell you what's bad for him, and that's another substance user. Hancock very much does it as a form of depersonalization and thats not good for him. He needs someone who won't encourage his self-harmful habits.

MacCready; Also see him as a token straight. He gives good ally vibes. Frat bro ally. Mac likes his partners dark-haired, dark-eyed. He likes them visually different from him. Makes them exotic. As for personality, Mac-attack favors the more home-body type. Someone who likes cooking, is clean, good with kids...he just admires it! He likes someone who he thinks has their shit together. Can you blame him? He wants to chill and raise their kids, he needs a partner that does well with that lifestyle. As for what's good for him...about the same, really. Maybe someone more outwardly kind, who can bring out the best in him and help him shave off the mercenary thought process and values. But generally, MacCready wants someone who doesn't do bullshit. Just say what you mean and want to, he'll do whatever you need. Very much wants a partner, not just a significant other. A real partner.

Nick; Good morning bisexual community! This man be queer. His taste? Obviously a femme fatale, all legs and dark lips and suspicious outlines in their dress. Obviously a whiskey-soured gentleman, hard in the eyes, soft in the mouth, and harder in the hands. He likes his pals and gals the way he likes everything—theatrical. But what this old bag needs...firstly, to fucking process Jenny, for one. Good luck there. Two, Nick needs someone who doesn't entertain his philosophical brooding about his circumstances. He's prone to getting in his own head. He could use a referee, someone to point out when he's sulking to sulk. Maybe a callous need, but Nick's pretty well-adjusted save that. And hey, all he really asks for are nice shoulders. Besides, Nicky is old enough he doesn't really need influence with growth. It's more like road-side clean up, picking up years of litter. It's a fair thing to need. You get old enough, you start needing change and challenge.

Piper; Lesbian. Come on. Lesbian. Piper Wright fancies herself a tomboy (she is, at best, a toddboy), and while she says she prefers similar girls, girlie is down bad for femmes. She likes a gorgeous woman in a tiny dress. She likes a nice set of hips. Can't say I blame her. Piper has had few but fraught relationships, and her takeaway from them all is that she can't stand indecisiveness. She wants commitment or a clear, quick answer of 'no'. Piper has done situationships and she is DONE. And honestly, she needs the grounding of that! Piper is a flightly girl, always off on some new trail or adventure. Someone to anchor her won't just be a source of comfort, they very well might keep her from becoming an acolyte of a different cult, or worse, kegchugging more moonshine.

Preston; Bisexual and Pansexual just don't...feel right...like, I think he's an all-doors-open guy, but I just can't put a label on him. Maybe just "open to whatever happens"? Either way, Preston is similar to Curie in that his type is similar to him, and his type is a very good romantic candidate just by virtue of who they are. Compassionate, selfless, reliable, just good traits for a romantic partner. And I can't say he needs anything else, really. Preston doesn't have Curie's limited world experience, he doesn't need different perspective. He's seen and had different perspectives and most of them didn't work for him. The best trait for him, I think, would be someone with more edge to them. Preston is a nice dude who doesn't often want to cause problems, he wants to sort things as peacefully and amicably as possible. But if someone else says what he's thinking...that's just vindication. And Preston deserves some of that. He deserves someone who will sock another in the jaw for looking at him funny. He might not approve, but he'll appreciate it.

X6-88; Asexual, but it's possible for him to fall in love. Demiromantic doesn't feel strong enough a word for it, but I guess that works. His type is very flexible as well. It really depends. X6 is action-oriented, but he does put value on words, especially his own, being someone of few words nd fewer sincere, emotionally-available ones. I feel like his type would be someone who can navigate such things with ease, without being sappy. Emotionally intelligent, but poised and objective without being cold. Anything else would spook or annoy him. But as time went on, it'd be good for him to learn by example and loosen up with his own identity and desires. X6-88's best partner would be an advocate for synths, obviously, but they'd also see the pragmatism of emotional connection and self-worth and individualism. X6-88 exists in a shell—if you can crack him out of it, it's only a stone's throw to a romance developing.

#fallout 4 #fo4 #paladin danse #preston garvey #x6-88 #nick valentine #piper wright #companions react #robert joseph maccready #porter gage #Codsworth's ultimate love is a working vacuum

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aweskeetskeet · 10 months

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Bartender Bakugo pt 2

Prt 1 ⬇️

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After about an hour of you two falling in and out of sleep Bakugo climbed out of bed and looked down at your still sleeping self smiling. He walked to the kitchen and started dicing up some chives, tomatoes, and onions. Throwing them into the beaten eggs before tossing it into a pan to make the worlds fluffiest omelet. You wake up in his empty bed confused but then you came into reality with the fresh scent of omelets flowing through the house. You followed your nose out of the bedroom and to the kitchen to see katsuki standing over the stove in a cliché ‘kiss the cook’ apron. “Mornin' princess, omelets? Not that you have a choice, both are almost done so….” “An omelet sounds really good right now” you say smiling. He passes you your plate and he sits down next to you. “Thanks for the food” You say in unison as you both take a bite. “Dude, a mixologist and chef? Crazy. What else can you do?” “We’ll see last night was you first time with me so I went easy on you and-“ you cut him off “NOT WHAT I MEANT KATSUKI” he smirked. This boy really does have a dirty mind. I met this man at a bar, we went back to his house, we fucked, and now I’m in his kitchen eating omelettes with him cracking jokes like a damn married couple. What the hell is going on. His phone began to ring. “Who the Fuck is calling me right now” he groaned picking up his phone. “God dammit” he scowled as he answered. “What the fuck do you want nerd- NO YOU CANT COME OVER- NO I DONT CARE IF SHITTY HAIR WANTS TO COME TOO NONE OF YOU ARE COMING TO MY DAMN HOUSE IM BUSY” katsuki was practically screaming into his phone before abruptly hanging up. “Stupid fucking deku” he grumbled putting his phone back down. You were trying to hold back your laughter but couldn’t help it as you bursted out laughing. “What’s so funny princess?” He said watching nearly fall out of your chair. “YOU- YOU JUST WENT FROM FUCKIN MR. COOL GUY OVER HERE TO SCREAMING AT SOMEONE ON THE PHONE FOR ASKING TO COME OVER I JUST- I CANT- YOU SWITCHED UP SO FAST!” You shouted laughing. “Shut up crazy woman, you don’t know what you’re talking about that guy deku is just so damn annoying” you could see katsuki trying to hold back a smile. “Such a hot head- its adorable” you say finally getting ahold of yourself. Bakugo turned beet red. “Hey! I am NOT adorable!” You smirked “You totally are” you stood up “you’re like a little Pomeranian” he stood up and you ran off with him chasing you. “AN ADORABLE LITTLE POMERANIAN” you shouted as he chased you. He caught up pretty quickly and scooped you up tossing you onto the couch. As he hovered over you he whispered. “Pomeranians bite ankles, I bite everywhere else” he said and you looked up at him, blushing as he towered over you. “Still think I’m adorable, pretty girl?” “I do, yes” you say smiling and nodding your head. “Tch, I’ll show you adorable” and right as he was about to kiss you a loud ass doorbell rings through the house. “What the FUCK” he groaned and got up. You heard bakugo mutter ineligible words of annoyance as he made his way to the front door as you sat on his couch giggling. “I wonder what he ordered” you think assuming that it was just a package delivery until you hear a voice “yo waddup Bakubro!” You immediately shrink into the shirt katsuki gave you to wear as you social anxiety immediately hit you. You didn’t have any makeup on, you weren’t in your regular cute clothes, your hair was probably a wreck. “Get out of here shitty hair” you could hear katsuki grumble. “No way man, I havnt seen you in like a week and we both know if I listened when you said no the gang would never be able to hang out.” “Come on kacchan it’ll be fun let’s watch a movie or something.” THERES MORE THAN ONE?? You thought as you shrunk deeper. Another voice pops up. “Yeah kacchan~ we never hang out anymore, you just do your stupid bartending gig. And keep to yourself. You never go out, you never hook up with girls like kirishima and I-“ “AYE I DIDNT SAY YOU COULD COME IN”

all of a sudden all the talking stops as 3 guys and one very angry katsuki bakugo are standing staring at you. “Yo bros are you seeing what I’m seeing- Bakugo actually has a girl over?” The one with spiked red hair not much different from bakugos asked. “I’m seeing it, and a pretty one at that” the one with yellow hair stepped forward. “Hey darling I’m kaminari what’s your name?” You start to breathe a bit heavy being overwhelmed. You’re picking at the fabric of the shorts in an effort to distract yourself and calm down and trying to avoid eye contact. Total fear taking in, your eyes start to well up. You’ve always been fine talking to people but only when you know it’s coming. Like at work you know you have to talk to parents at drop off and at pickup so you are able to prepare yourself. But currently you feel so exposed, like a deer in headlights. “Guys, leave her alone, she looks terrified” the boy with the green hair says calmly flashing you a smile in an attempt at reassurance. Bakugo can see everything going on. He can see the silent plead for help as you look at him tears threatening to fall. You are completely different from the girl he talked to last night and all morning. “Yo she’s wearing kacchans clothes! Did you guys fuck?!” The boy you now know as kaminari shouts excitedly. You wanted to get up and run away, you wanted to run and hide in the bathroom, you wanted to hide in bakugos shirt, you wanted to be in your bed under the covers safe and sound. You wanted to be anywhere but the position you are in right now. “Everybody leave. Now.” The vibe bakugo gave off when he said those lines made everyone pause. He was genuinely angry. Not his regular yelling and barking orders that you could tell his friends got their fair share of. This was a true moment of ‘fuck around and find out’ the room was silent. You were shaking. Near hyperventilating. The boys paused. And looked at bakugo. “Let’s go guys” The one with the red hair said. As they all shuffled out. Katsuki followed behind and once the door finally shut you broke into a full on sob. Why was kaminari so forward. Why was the green haired one staring at me for so long before even saying anything. Why did this have to be the first impression. Why did katsuki have to see me like this. I never let people see me like this. All the different thoughts were racing through your head. Your heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst. Then all of a sudden a hand fell gently on your shoulder and you jumped at the touch. You turn to see katsuki standing here looking down at you. You scurried away. “No, no I’m sorry, I embarrassed you in front of your friends, I’m sorry I’m so sorry” you pleaded in apologies.

“Y/n”

“Im so sorry bakugo I’ll leave, I won’t go to the bar I’ll give you back the clothes I-“

“y/n”

“I should’ve like hid in the bathroom the second I heard the other people I couldn’t move I’m sorry- I-“

“Y/N LISTEN TO ME”

Katsuki shouted and you fell silent

He walked over to you and picked you up off the floor. “I’m sorry, I should’ve closed the door the second I saw it was them, I should’ve told them that I had someone over, you didn’t do anything wrong and I don’t want you to go” he wiped your tears away with his thumbs and you looked up at him. “I’m sorry I’m not as cool as you thought I was” he was shocked. “Shut up crazy woman, you’re still just as cool as before. Still just as hot, still just as funny, still just as sweet, you got anxious. It happens.” “Any normal person wouldn’t stiff up an introduced themselves but I sat there shaking” you said with your head resting in his shoulder as he carried you back over to the couch “normal is boring”.

ANYWAYS HERES PART 2 I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE TO GO FROM HERE SO LIKE HELP GIVE ME IDEAS.

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