#ruin my nose plz
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VERITASERUM. - LHS
; SYNOPSIS - after gryffindor’s victorious quidditch match earlier in the day, celebrations ensue in the common room that night, and you find yourself dragged into a game of magical truth or dare. when you make eye contact with lee heeseung, your best friend since diapers, the smirk on his face has you dreading whatever question or dare he sends your way.
"do you want to kiss me?"
; PAIRING - heeseung x gn!reader
; WC - 2.8k
; TAGS - one-shot, fluff, barely any angst, hogwarts au, childhood best friends to lovers, gryffindor!heeseung, griffindor!r, truth or dare/spin the bottle trope ; WARNINGS - underage drinking (Plz don’t do this !!!!), kissing
; AUTHOR'S CORNER! i don’t really have anything to say lol
the best thing about being a gryffindor?
the parties.
granted, students will always celebrate a win, no matter what house they belong to. but gryffindor was known to host the best post-match parties. (but maybe you're a little biased.)
gryffindor had won the quidditch match against ravenclaw earlier today by a landslide. that's the fifth time in a row that your house has won in a match - all thanks to heeseung, the team's captain; your childhood best friend since you were eight.
oh, and your crush of five years.
once the match ended, you wasted no time running down to the pitch to congratulate your friend. when heeseung caught sight of you approaching, his face broke into an achingly wide grin, one that sent your heart into overdrive. he spread his arms wide and enveloped you in a hug before spinning you around as you tucked your nose into the nook between his neck and shoulder. he smelled of grass and dirt and was coated in sweat, but it didn't matter to you.
"gross," jake's voice ruins the moment.
looking over heeseung's shoulder, you find jake scrunching his nose at you two.
"couldn't you save the PDA for when you're in private?"
you pulled away from heeseung's embrace and cross your arms across yourself in embarrassment. you missed his warmth immediately. he groans as you retreat from his arms.
somewhere along the journey of growing up, innocent hugs with your best friend gained more implications to their meanings.
"always ruining things," heeseung mutters as he turns to his teammate.
"suddenly, i can't hear," jake smiles with mock-sweetness. he turns to you and nods in acknowledgement. "see you at the party later, y/n?"
"this one over here would never let me miss one," you roll your eyes playfully, nudging heeseung in the side.
by the time you came down from your dorm to the common room, the festivities were in full-blast. half the students looked either tipsy or well on their way to being full-out drunk. you could see people from other houses trickling into the red and gold of the gryffindor common room, streamers and balloons decorating the walls.
"y/n!" you looked to find jay, one of heeseung's friends, had called you over.
"hey," you greeted. pointing at his cup, you asked, "what's that?"
"well, it was originally a non-alcoholic cocktail, but someone had added a full bottle of firewhiskey to the mix."
"ah, so that explains the situation..." you nod in in understanding.
jay pursed his lips. "yeah, and since no one here really drinks much, you can imagine how low the tolerance around here is," he says as he gestures to the common room filled with stumbling and giddy teenagers.
you cringe as you see someone crash into a table, causing the game of wizarding chess another student had been playing on it to fall to the ground. yep, there'll be quite a mess after tonight.
"where's heeseung?" you asked the slytherin, looking around curiously.
"he's gone back upstairs to get something." jay looked at you as he sipped from his drink. "why, is my presence more boring than your boyfriend's?"
"he's not my boyfriend!" you denied, shaking your head so hard it started to hurt.
jay chuckled at your flushed reaction. "relax, i'm just teasing."
"i know," you deflate, pointedly looking away.
it's at that moment you spot jake walking up to you two.
"guys! come here, let's play a game."
"what game?"
"truth or dare." then, he grinned mischievously. "with a twist."
"i don't like the sound of this," you say immediately.
"c'mon, don't you want to play?"
"not really, no thanks."
"everyone's joining, let's go!"
and with that, you were left with no choice but to follow as jay and jake all but dragged you by your wrists.
you all sat around the fire place, with ten or more other students joining in on the fun.
heeseung finally joined just before it started, sitting just opposite you in the circle. you two share a secret smile, one that has you almost forgetting there were other people with you in the moment.
he wore a simple black button up, with the last few left open, allowing the world to see the smooth skin of his collarbones. paired with his black undercut, it was honestly a very simple outfit. it's the little details that made him all the more attractive, and it brought your attention to his pink lips. soft and light in contrast to his dark appearance.
the corners tug upwards into a smile, and you realise he's noticed you looking. you turn away ashamedly and pointedly engage beomgyu in a conversation, ignoring the burning gaze set on you.
jake summons cups full of the (now alcoholic) cocktail in front of everyone, before placing an empty bottle of firewhiskey in the center of the circle. you get a trickle of suspicion that he's the cause behind all of this, but you shrug it off.
"okay. so, as per the rules of the game, whoever spins the bottle is the one asking a question or giving a dare. the person the bottle lands on is on the receiving end of it. if you absolutely can't answer the question or do the dare, then take a swig from the cup." jake then shrugs, stating, "be a pussy and test your alcohol-tolerance, or grow some balls and stay sober."
"you said there was a twist," you remind him. these were all rules of a typical truth or dare game, everyone knew them.
"right you are, y/n!" he smiled brightly, clicking his fingers at you. with a swirl of his wand, he summons a familiar vial labelled 'veritaserum'.
a chill goes down your spine.
"truth serum? wait, isn't it like- illegal to misuse it like this? aren't we breaking some rule about students not being allowed to use veritaserum?"
"it's only breaking the rules if you get caught," he winks. "so, if you choose truth, you have to take three drops of this. that way, we'll know you're definitely not lying, seeing as you can't lie with this in your system." you begin to wonder how many rules jake's broken in the name of fun.
"ready?"
and the games started.
an hour into truth or dare, your cup was half empty.
by this point, jake had half of his left eyebrow singed off, yunjin had become a human magnet, and beomgyu’s mouth and nose had been transfigured into a duck beak. you yourself had half your hair jinxed to a red so bright it hurt everyone’s eyes, but that’s a story for another day.
everyone agreed not to take more than three drops of the truth serum, since no one was really interested in finding out what might happen if they overdosed. besides, the effect lasts up ‘til the morning, so there wasn't really any need to take more every time you chose truth.
not that you chose that option, anyway. the bottle had landed on you a grand total of five times, and you’d chosen dare each time.
it’s not like you had anything to hide, you tell yourself. you just like a bit of challenge, right? right.
after heeseung admitted to having used felix felicis at least once during his games (a little luck never hurt anyone, especially when they won those games), it was his turn to spin the bottle.
heeseung reached for the bottle; you waited with baited breath as it spun around.
every spin that cursed bottle took, you could hear your heart pounding louder and louder in your ears. please not you.
please not you pleasenotyou please-
you lean back and look up to whatever being out there decided to play with you today, because of course it stopped, nose pointed at you.
one look at heeseung’s face doesn’t quelm the uneasiness you’re feeling.
the corner of his lips are quirked up into a subtle smirk, one you can only see because you’ve known him for so long; memorised his behaviour patterns. not even the buzz from the alcohol could stop you from noticing that he’s planning something.
“go nice on me, hee. dare.”
“c’mon, y/n. that’s the fourth dare. are you hiding something from us?” a relatively sober jake asks with a raised eyebrow.
“no, it’s just more fun to complete dares,” you defend yourself.
“it’s fun to tell the truth, too,” heeseung remarks. his intense stare sets a fire in your stomach ablaze. there’s a mix of curiosity and challenge in his eyes.
"just give me a dare," you sigh.
heeseung shakes his head. "i won't ask anything too bad," he says, but you want to accuse him of lying. his questions this game have been the most brutal. and his insistence on getting a truth hints to you that there's a question he really wants to ask.
"please? i'll buy you that one bag you wanted."
"are you talking about the dragonskin one? i only mentioned that once," you say, surprised. your best friend just shrugged and waited for your answer.
if he still planned to hang out with you after this question, then maybe he really didn't plan to ask about your feelings, not in front of all these people, at least. but if you said no, you know heeseung would never pressure you into choosing the truth.
maybe you should have done all the dares you were given, if only so you would have been in the right mind.
otherwise, you would never have asked jake for the vial of veritaserum, which had everyone (who wasn't flat out drunk and were still following the game) cheering loudly.
"truth," you stared heeseung in the eye, gathering fake confidence after your three drops of veritaserum. heeseung grinned that pretty smile of his.
"do you want to kiss me?"
yeah, no. you were a liar (at least, before you took the truth serum). that fake confidence fell away instantly. had you really been looking at his lips that much the whole evening?
"dare." just because you took the serum doesn't mean you can't choose to not answer.
heeseung's smile widened, as if he'd already gotten his answer. he leans in, closer to the center. closer to you.
"i dare you to kiss me."
'oouuhh's and whistles echoes throughout the room, and people who hadn't joined the game turned towards the circle curiously.
you slapped your hands to your mouth in shock, you hadn't expected him to be so upfront. he sat and waited, whether for you to answer his question, or act on his dare.
you don't know if it was the firewhiskey, the chants of everyone saying 'kiss! kiss! kiss!', or maybe the electricity in the air between you two. maybe it was all three, plus the feelings you harboured over these last few years. whatever the case was didn't matter though - not when you went in for it anyway.
in a swift moment, you captured his lips in a kiss, which he reciprocated in pulling you closer, his hands firm on your shoulders. all of your feelings and thoughts pour into the action, setting aside all of the hesitation and doubt to immerse yourself just for a moment.
you couldn't break away, and neither did he. his lips were soft, but so full of life and emotion, fueling you to kiss him harder. a flickering thought that maybe, he felt the same. a small hope that your feelings for him weren't so unrequited. it was exhilarating, treading on that fine line between friends and lovers.
you'll probably realise it was a mistake later on, a kiss that never should have happened between two friends. because friends don't kiss, and yet, you can't seem to pull away.
when you finally did though, heeseung kept you in place, his arm draped around your waist.
"wait," he huffed, panting and trying to catch his breath. you could tell he was trying to gather his thoughts.
you'd been avoiding this, because you had an inkling feeling about the words words he wanted to say, but couldn't. you were honestly scared of what they were: rejection? saying he knew you liked him, but didn't feel the same? pity? disgust?
if he didn't like you back, you would never recover. the end of your friendship - a ten year one all ruined in the blink of an eye. all of the effort you'd put in to it, only to be destroyed by a stupid stupid stupid kiss.
for a long while now, friendly conversations on a winter evening by the fireplace and innocent letters you'd owl to each other's dorm every night no longer seemed to suffice. but you had to accept it, knowing you'd never have a chance with him. so instead, you just avoided that topic whenever the conversation headed in that direction, veering it away to a lighter one.
after all, if you just ran away from the problem, you'd never have to confront it, right? over time, your (five year old) crush will definitely dissipate, right?
and now, you were stuck in an awkward position.
"sorry, can we speak in private?" he looks to jake for permission, who nods with a sparkle in his eye, a smile barely hidden.
heeseung got up from the floor, and dragged you up by your wrist. you tried to ignore all the murmurs, but you couldn't stop yourself from hiding behind your hands. your face was certainly red, and definitely not from the alcohol. you were much more sober now.
when he brought you to a secluded place, heeseung pulled your hands away, and looked at you with concern.
"are you okay? i'm sorry if you felt pressured back there. i shouldn't have done that."
dread filled you, the blood draining from your body and a cool shiver took over.
"you shouldn't have done what? we shouldn't have kissed?" you asked, holding back tears. this was going exactly the way you always imagined.
"what? no!" his eyes widened, speechless for a moment. "y/n, that kiss was everything to me. you don't know how long i've wanted to do that."
you gaped at him, confused. it was your turn to be speechless.
"what do you mean...?"
heeseung leaned back, retreating into himself. he couldn't look at you as he confessed, "i was waiting for the right time to say this, but then i'd be waiting forever.
"i like you, possibly even love you. i don't know when these feelings started, but i realised when jay asked you out last year. i've liked you for way longer before that though.
"i suddenly became aware of how, when everyone cheered for me in my games, it was only ever your voice that mattered. or how much i missed holding your hand in my sleep like we used to as kids. and then you kept looking at me with those eyes earlier, and i just needed to know how your lips felt right then. time feels like it stops when i look at you, i think i'm going a little crazy."
your heart raced, you couldn't believe your ears.
"wait, because i've felt this way for you since we were thirteen. have you really liked me back all this time?"
heeseung turned to you, a meaningful look in his eyes.
"i wouldn't have asked for a kiss if i didn't think about you like that. you're the world to me, and i didn't want to lose you because of how i felt. i don't know where that surge of confidence from earlier came from."
you start to laugh. "you don't know how long i've wanted to do that either," you say simply, relief filling your veins.
"longer than just tonight, i hope?"
"way longer before that," you parroted.
heeseung grinned, and pulled out a gift bag from his back pocket, charmed to hold bigger items.
you gasped. "this is the bag!" you look up at him. "you already bought it?"
it hit you then that this was the 'thing' he'd been getting earlier, back when you spoke with jay.
"i did," he smiled, handing it over to you.
"so when you said that earlier..."
"i planned to give it anyway, whether or not your accepted my dare or not."
"so you're saying i could have avoided all that anyway? i hate you," you folded your arms and rolled your eyes playfully.
"i didn't know you could still lie under veritaserum!" he gasped, with equally as much playfulness in his tone.
"some are less affected," you shrugged.
he laughed before wrapping his arms around you, hanging on the small of your back. you hugged him back, placing a soft kiss on his jaw.
"y/n, please. can i be yours?" he murmured into your neck.
"you always have been."
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oh man i love that modern au with bestfriend!eddie but i need more re: his best dickpic ever! like how much heat is he packing in said dickpic? and what makes it so good? angle? lighting? is the dick in question perhaps adorned with a festive lil hat? more plz!
author’s note: a part two to this, doesn’t have to be read as a pair but you can if you want! i crack myself up every time i write stuff like this because it’s so eddie.
cw: 18+ (minors dni) lots of dick talk, modern!eddie, mentions of drunk sex, bestfriend!eddie, platonic soulmates (small mention to them being like siblings metaphorically) if i missed anything lmk.
word count: 1k
“I swear I’m not judging or anything, but like,” Eddie peers up at you from where his head is resting in your lap, body stretched out along the rest of the bed as the movie played on amidst his sudden need for conversation, “why don’t you stop using the apps if it keeps happening?”
“Do you hear yourself, Eddie?” You ask, eyes narrowing at him from above, your own hair curtaining his face as you glance down. “I have to stop because it’s me being assaulted with dick pics, not the other way around—you are…such a guy that it pains me to even think about.”
And it’s a bigger shot to his ego than he’s expecting, gasping dramatically through his very obviously hurt gaze.
“I need better content,” You tell him, “and considering this standing relationship I have with your dick, I’d really appreciate it if you'd step up your game.”
“Okay, that really hurts.” Eddie says dejectedly, “My dick is pretty, you can’t deny that.”
You shrug, “It’s up there, but I’ve seen several—it could easily get lost in the bunch.”
“See this,” Eddie flicks between you and him, “is why we’d never work.”
“Say that to two weeks ago when you crawled into my bed drunk and naked,” You retort, forcing Eddie to relive that embarrassing memory, “seemed to work pretty well then.”
“We were both drunk,” Eddie states as a matter of fact, “and if I remember correctly, you were just as eager.”
It was a small blip in your friendship and nothing that could ruin it, neither of you remembered much anyways—but it was definitely enjoyable.
“We gotta get festive, it’s the holidays,” You tell him, “spruce the pics up a bit, it’s getting boring.”
“I told you that you couldn’t use this stuff as blackmail.” Eddie tells you vehemently, “So whatever is going on in that head of yours, it stays between us.”
“Eddie, I love you,” You tell him seriously, “I would never do that to you—but as my best friend, you’re sorta obligated.”
Eddie snorts, shoving your amused smile out of view with his fingers as they push at your cheek, forcing you away so he could sit up fully, movie forgotten.
“Hit me with it.” Eddie says, your smile growing wider.
If only he knew.
“I feel like there’s a kink for this somewhere on the internet.” Eddie notes, holding up the small Christmas hat between his fingers—the perfect size for, well, his dick.
You snickered evilly, “Don’t forget these,” You mentioned, holding up the battery powered Christmas light necklace, “—oh shit, I almost forgot.”
Eddie reers back slightly, eyeing you carefully as you dipped into the bag on your bed.
“Absolutely fucking not,” Eddie says sternly, noting the fluffy reindeer ears and red nose squeezed in your palm, holding his hands up defensively as you approached, “not just no—but fuck no, sweetheart.”
“You’re no fun.” You pout, tossing the items on the bed.
“Tell me the deal again?” Eddie asks, gathering the items in his hand, phone clutched to his chest in the other.
“Dinner on me for a week and I’ll do the dishes,” You tell him, “don’t try to meddle your way into more.”
Eddie smirks fondly, “Had me at dinner, babe.”
Eddie disappears briefly to his own room—to, as he would say, take care of business. You’re not sure what he does, keeping your mind from straying too far. After the drunk escapades a couple weeks prior, there was always something there—nothing serious or tangible, but it was blatantly obvious that you found each other attractive.
It was a shame that you two butt heads like siblings and hate each other in every other sense of the idea of an actual relationship.
Eddie leaves his room about twenty minutes later looking a little more flush in the face, shirtless and his sweats hanging low on his waist. You laughed through your nose, sizing him up. He attempts to hand the decoration back to you.
“Burn it,” You grimace, “you know I only needed pics, right?”
Eddie’s still surprised at how easily you can read him.
“I was trying to sweeten the pot a little,” He shrugs, “got you a video, free of charge.”
“Oh, you spoil me.” You tell him with a forced smile, glancing at your phone as it dinged a few times.
“Quality over quantity, sweetheart.” He grins darkly, nodding toward your phone. “That should keep the creeps at bay.”
It’s terrible how well you’d memorized his dick, smiling with amusement as you scrolled through the pictures after he’d finally left you alone. As annoying as Eddie could be, he was an expert at angles, lighting, the whole thing—they were tasteful, but so outrageous that they would surely scare off the desperate men in your messages.
“Thoughts?” He asks, peeking around the frame of your bedroom door when he hears you giggling to yourself.
“I’m not giving you another ego boost.” You tell him, a grin spreading over his face.
“You don’t have to,” Eddie says confidently, “I can see it on your face.” Because despite how well you knew Eddie, he knew you even better.
Now, if only he had the same luck with people as you—not that he was asking for any unsolicited dick pics but his luck with dating had been nothing short of abysmal.
“I’ll send the cute ones your way,” You smile warmly, “long as they’re willing.”
Eddie presses his hand over his heart tenderly, crossing the small distance to your bed to press a sweet kiss to your forehead, mumbling a soft, “Love you.”
Not that you needed to hear it, you already knew.
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If you are still talking about neopets designs, plz review lutari? I always wanted one of them
Lutari are probably most well-known for being one of the limited pets on the site, only being able to be made on their pet day and previously connected to the long-defunct Neopets Mobile game from back in the flip phone days. It's to the extreme where you can't even put one up for adoption, with them just running away instead of going to the pound. (Side note: TNT should re-release Lutari Island as a main site feature and make it so you can always create a Lutari while visiting. But I digress.)
Lutari are mostly just otters, but their very distinct, mottled markings, huge claws, and fluffy, curly tails are pretty distinct and make them feel unique, even though they're otherwise pretty straightforward. I like the amount of detail present; they have just the right balance of color, with white underbellies, black claws and noses, and two shades of the main color for their bodies, all of which is carefully balanced as to not be too busy. Overall, they're pretty dang nice... though they do have one drawback.
Considering that Lutari were released only shortly before conversion happened, you would think that they wouldn't have changed much other than losing their swimming pose (which is a shame, but a necessary change for customization). But in actuality, they actually changed quite a bit in various subtle ways, ending up with completely different proportions, markings, facial structure, and more. Here's a really great redraw that's more accurate to the original design, which really highlights the differences between the two:
The eyes are a completely different shape and the pupils are smaller, the mouth is smaller, the ears a completely different shape, the feet are weirdly elongated, the tail is less swirly... and they're such weird changes, because none of them actually have to do with customization.
Another good example of the changes made is Mr. Chipper, who was, weirdly enough, released prior to the Lutari species as a whole. He stands bipedally, and thus shows what a converted Lutari should've looked like. Also of note is the markings, which for some reason became weirdly angular on converted Lutari and less organic than they were originally.
And don't get me wrong, converted Lutaris are still fine, and are by no means ruined or anything like that. It's just a shame that they're less cute than they used to be, and that seemingly little care was put in to convert them properly.
Favorite Colours:
Maraquan: I went over this already in my Maraquan colour review so I won't go into too much detail here, but this design (based off a user submission) is beautiful. I love the use of an axoltle as a base, the pink and cream colors are lovely, and the gill ears are just perfect.
Pirate: While this design is pretty good as a whole, with a nice grey base with a few bright red accents and a properly cutthroat expression, it's the way they managed to seamlessly and subtly work a skull into the tail markings that really earns it a spot on this list. 10/10 no notes.
Faerie: While a little on the busy side, the faerie Lutari is quite pretty. The light green, blue and pink color palette works perfectly, and the beautiful swirled body markings work off of the Lutari's default markings perfectly. The wings also compliment it will, matching both the body colors and the intricate designs.
As an added benefit, you can also get a very pretty, less busy design out of this by using wings-be-gone, which arguably looks even better than the full color. I appreciate that kind of versatility.
BONUS: Camouflage isn't anything crazy, and it's not even all that camouflage-ish, but honestly I just really like this design. The use of a neutral palette and gradients creates a lovely and distinct color that's quite appealing for those who want a more realistic otter look or those, like me, who just like subtle and simple designs.
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Bungo Stray Dogs: Who's small now?
Summary: Drunk/Tickle fic. A tipsy Dazai ruins Chuuyas evening of high-quality dining, leading to both of them being hopelessly drunk in a park somewhere. Dazai insists on cheering Chuuya up after spoiling his meal.
Ler Dazai, Lee Chuuya.
Tw: Alcohol use, long fic
I swear I didn't mean for this to turn into an entire bleddy episode 😭 I just love them so much, I can't help going off when I write about them! Plz don't flop I beg 😭😭😭
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"Chuuuuyaaaa! Come down pwease! I-I swears I di'n mean to make you mad." A half-undressed Dazai slurred, looking up into a tree, his chin pressed against the bark as he made grabby hands up at the angry cat-like ginger who was currently held up in the branches.
"No! You uncultured bean-pole!" He hiccuped in response, clinging to the almost empty bottle of expensive Château d'Yquem, sniffling dramatically. "This was'sposed to be my evening! My time for sophisititated dining, and you, youuuu ruined it!" The short man fussed, taking another swig of his beverage, his legs dangling either side of the large branch he was perched upon.
~Flashback~
"Your Kobe beef main course, sir." Chuuya was presented with a fine four-thousand, five hundred yen meal in his fancy booth. He'd been waiting for this night for months. No work. No worries. Just him and a full-course meal of fine dining. He gave a nod to the server, gleefully looking at his meal, relishing how the meat still sizzled slightly as he poked his fork into it-
BANG!
"Chuuya! Heeeeey! Chuuuya!" His meal was interrupted by the sound of someone banging on the window outside. The voice far too familiar for comfort. Dazai. "Ignore him, Chuuya... He'll leave soon enough." The ginger sighed to himself, not daring to look up from his plate as he started to eat.
"Oiiii! Chuuya! Heeey!" The man outside continued to drum on the window, waving and jumping, just trying to get his attention. "CHUUUUUUUYA!"
"GOD DAMN IT!" Chuuya snapped, standing from his seat and glaring at the fool outside. "Get out of here you damn imbecile!" He growled trying to shoo the stray away. Dazai just grinned back, pressing his face against the window, steaming up the outside. He was clearly befuddled, no doubt he'd been sipping cheap whisky all day.
"I gonna kill him-" Chuuya grumbled, holding his head in his hands, looking up as he was approached by the staff. "Sir, I'm afraid we're going to have to ask you to leave. You and your friend are causing a disturbance."
"Haaah?! Me?! He just showed up, I'm not even with him!" He debated with a growl, Dazai still calling him outside, making the couple sitting by the window very uncomfortable as he drew a heart in the fogged-up glass.
Moments later, Chuuya was sent from the restaurant, bottle of wine in hand as he turned to hurl insults at the staff. "You absolute morons! I paid good money to eat here! That man isn't even a friend, he's just-! DAMN IT DAZAI!" He advanced on the taller man, roughly snatching the front of his coat, yanking him down to his level.
"See what you did?!" Dazai grinned, his cheeks warm and red as he placed a finger on Chuuyas nose, almost poking him in the eye. "Ihihi got my buddy, Chuuya to come 'n' join me." He giggled. Chuuya cringed at the smell that came from Daza's lips, shoving him away. Doubtlessly cheap whisky. "I'm not joining you! I'm going home. I'll not have you ruin the rest of my evening." He waved Dazai off, taking a swig of his wine. He left the cork in the restaurant, so didn't want it to get tempered.
"Naww don't be such a widdle pissy baby." Dazai chimed, following him down the street, tripping on the uneven stone slabs. "C'mon, pwease jus' come hang out with me?" He whimpered, grabbing hold of the tail of Chuuyas coat and using it as a tether to keep them close.
"My god you're the worst." Another swig of wine. And another for good measure. "Look, Dazai, you're pissed, and I don't have the patience to deal with you right now. Got it?"
"Soooo, drink up~" Dazai chuckled, tilting the wine bottle towards his friend's face with a wobbly hand, hiccuping again. "We both know tha- hic that you love ya goop juice~"
"Who the hell let you in public whilst you're this toddled?" Chuuya deadpanned, taking a drink anyway. "Now. Go home. I'm not making sure you get there safe after the stunt you pulled last time. Leaving me in the field like that. What kind of asshole-" He took a deep breath, yanking his coat from Dazais hands and kept walking.
For some reason, Chuuya never made it home. Instead, he spent the next half an hour wandering the town, trying to get Dazai off his tail. He probably just wanted to go sit somewhere quietly without the brunette bothering him, maybe find another restaurant or bar too relax in. This plan did not happen.
"Hey, hey, Chuuya, you-? Hic Chuuya? H-ave I ever told yous how much I like ya hat? 'S a real cool hat." Dazai's condition had only gotten worse. So had Chuuyas. Constantly sipping away to try distract himself from Dazai's constant rambling.
"Dazai! Y'know what? You-"
"What?"
"Shuddup! You, you are as hic tall as you are sssstupid!" Chuuya slurred, pressing a finger to Dazais chest, leaning right into him for a moment as he lost his balance. "Stupid!" He repeated in a high-pitched tone, pushing himself away. The brunette teared up, sniffling at the atrocious insult.
"I'm not stupid! You're jus' small!"
"Small?"
"Yeh! Small! Small and mean! Like hic like a angry litte, little person!" Chuuya glared up at the four tall men standing in front of him, trying to pick which one to slap, which wasn't easy since they just kept dancing around. "I- hic I'll show you small! You and your friends!" At some point, the two had wandered into a little field with a small play park in the centre, Chuuya squinted, spotting a nice tree, fit for showing Dazai just how wrong he is!
The gravity-defying gang member stumbled his way over to the tree, scrambling up the trunk with his wine tucked under his arm. He straddled a large branch, sneering down at Dazai. "HAH! See? Who's small now? D-azai?" He pointed to the taller man as he stared up from the base of the tree.
"Tha's not fair! M' comin' up!" He shrugged his coat off, fighting to free himself from the tricky sleeves as he let the garment drop onto the grass.
"No! Tsssss-! You stay down hic there! Where stupid little people belong!" Chuuya swiped a clawed hand at Dazai as he tried to scale the tree. To no avail, he was too wasted to even get both feet off the ground.
"But Chuuy-AH!" His ankle slipped from the tree trunk and he landed on his backside in the grass, a shoe flying off, landing somewhere nearby.
And here they were. Two drunken idiots. One hiding from the other in a tree. In a park. In the middle of the night.
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"Youuu ruined it!" Chuuya glared, finishing his wine. Dazai hugged the tree his friend was hiding in, his little alcohol-stricken brain trying to figure something out. A scheme, a plan, to get his buddie down from the tree.
It wasn't a very tall tree. As Dazai soon figured out. Chuuyas dangling feet were just within reach. He grinned, creeping underneath the rambling drunk on the branch.
"And- And you're just always there to ruin my fun! Bean-pole, stupid- Ah?" Chuuya stammered, feeling something grip his ankle. He leaned over, seeing Dazai latched onto his leg, casually pulling his shoe off. "Oi! Get offa me! Damn hobo, these shoes are hic more expensive than your whole, entire life!" He kicked and swiped at Dazai, unaware of the danger he was in.
"Heeeey, Chuuya~ You reeeally don't hic wanna come down?" Dazai chimed, tracing a single finger up and down Chuuyas socked sole.
"Gh-!?" Chuuya tensed up, dropping the wine bottle he had been cradling in favour of hugging the tree branch instead. "Stop that! Dahazai! I-I'm not coming dAHAHA!" He squealed as Dazai clawed ruthlessly at the trapped foot.
"Chuuuyaaaaa~ Still tickly as ever I sehehee~" Dazai giggled, watching as Chuuya leaned over, trying to swat his hand away.
"I sahahaid st-WOAH!" The ginger lost his balance, leaning too far off the branch and tumbling down on top of Dazai, landing against his chest with a thud. Luckily they were both too drunk to feel any pain, the next morning would be a different story.
"Ugh... Damn it Dazai!" Chuuya huffed, clumsily trying to climb off his flattened friend, somehow managing to end up on his back instead, still on top of Dazai. "Tha's it. I'm going... Hic going home."
"Nope!" Dazai suddenly wrapped his arms around Chuuyas waist, holding him close as he nuzzled behind his friend's ear, grinning as he heard him giggle. "You's not going anywhere till I say so." He chuckled.
"Nooo! Dahazai! I swear if, if you don't lemme go I will hic make you, really, very unhappy."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah! I'll k-kyahaha!" The smaller man's threats fell silent as he felt a set of eight nimble and experienced fingers start to wriggle into his sides. "Stahap! Dazahai! Shihit!" He beat at Dazai's arms, his legs flailing helplessly. Dazai had that coala grip on him. Banished to tickle prison.
"Coochie, coochie, coooo~ Nahahawww, you're so wriggly~" The tormentor grinned, genuinely happy to be in this situation. Lying on the grass in the moonlight, hugging his best friend, having to put in minimum effort to make him smile.
"Dazai!" Chuuya's cheeks flushed red as his shirt and waistcoat rode up, he hastily tried to pull them back down before Dazai noticed. As if. With Chuuya still trapped, Dazai shot his hands up under the friend's shirt, squeezing and shaking into his bony little ribs.
"Nahaha! Ahaha! Dahahazai!" His feet pressed into the grass as he tried to buck himself free, grabbing hold of Dazai's wrists as his nose scrunched with laughter. His ribs were always a bad spot. And of course, his teen-hood friend knew this.
"I can do this aaaaallll night~" He jeered before sneezing as Chuuyas messed hair tickled his nose. The larger man sat up, still holding his giggly friend to his chest as he rubbed his nose with a free hand. "Heh, s'cuse me." He hiccuped.
Chuuya caught his breath before trying to wriggle free again. "Aight! You've had your fun now hic lemme go. Wah!" He yelped as Dazai flipped their positions, manoeuvring the tiny drunken male with ease. Laying him on the grass and sitting on his waist.
"Indeed I have, my small frien-"
"You're small!"
"Smaaaall, tiny, friend. But have you had your fun?" He laughed at Chuuyas confused, giddy expression before going to town on his sides again, spidering up and down his tiny waist with his professional tickling fingers.
Chuuya threw his head back as he howled with laughter, his hat finally falling from his head, and rolling across the grass before Dazai snatched it up, putting it upon his own head, lop-sided.
"Stahap! Get ohohoff! NAHAHA!"
"How'd- hic How'd ya think I look? Pretty stylish, huh?" Dazai giggled.
"Stupid! You look st-AHAHAAA" He kicked his legs as Dazai shifted up to his ribs again. His hair getting tangled and wild. The alcohol seemed to make all his strength disappear and soon all he could do was lay there and take it, a brave hand occasionally trying to grapple Dazai's, failing each time.
Dazai laughed with him, his cheeks just as red and warm as Chuuyas, almost as out of breath too with the effort of willing his tipsy body to keep tickling.
"Plehease! Okahay! M'gonna peheheee! I'm gonna pihiss myself! Dahazai!" Teary eyed and with a small amount of dribble falling from his lip, Chuuya was finally released. Dazai just sitting beside him on the grass with a huff as he poked Chuuyas nose.
"Ya dead?"
"Hah... Hah... Noho... Buhut... Aha... You're gonna be-" He stumbled to his feet, everything spinning around him as he tried to keep his balance. "Gimme... Hah... My hat..."
"What hat?" Damn Dazai. Too drunk to actually remember he was wearing it.
"My hat! S'on ya noggin! Look!" He pointed inaccurately, his aim all over the shop.
Dazai tilted his head upwards, trying to look at his head. Leaning too far and flopping onto his back, the hat tumbling onto the grass.
"Oh! That hat." He giggled, looking at it upside-down as Chuuya grabbed it, almost falling on his face as he bent over. "Right. I-I have jus' about had enough hic of your silly-ness, Dazai, so g'night-" With his hat on backwards, Chuuya wobbled his way towards the playground, tripping several times on the way.
"Lemme come too!" A groggy Dazai called, giggling to himself as he tried to stand up. It wasn't easy, but he just about managed to make it to the playground.
"No! I'm sleepin' here. You, you go somewhere else!" Chuuya waved him away as he crawled into what he thought looked like a comfy place to crash. Inside one of those yellow plastic tunnels, the kids run through. He slumped down on his front, barely able to stay awake at this point.
"Oi... Scooch over." Dazai cooed, crawling in beside him. It was a tight fit, but it was snug. "Aaaah... Go awayyy." Chuuya whined, batting at Dazais face with a limp wrist.
"Shhh, m'tryna sleep..." Dazai responded, already halfway there. Chuuya didn't have the energy or knowledge to protest anymore and the two were soon passed out inside this temporary shelter, snoring happily.
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"Good thing we decided to track his phone... Makes my job much easier." An irritated Atsushi sighed, following a tracker that was supposed to lead him to Dazai. The members at the agency were only worried because it was Dazai's turn to pay for their meals today. So they sent the weartiger to hunt him down.
"Let's see... The play park? Oh god, is he stuck in the slide again?" The white haired boy thought out loud, heading the short distance through the field towards where the tracker was pointed.
"Wait... Is this?" He paused, finding Dazai's coat and stray shoe on the ground.
"The hell has he been up to? Dazai! Oi! Dazaiii!" He called, bundling up the coat as he continued walking.
"Da-!" He stopped in his tracks, spotting a familiar face across the way. Akutagawa. Their eyes met immediately, both freezing on the spot.
"What are you doing here?" Atsushi called, eyeing him carefully.
"I'm not here to fight you, weartiger. Not now anyway." The back-clad male called, he too was carrying a single shoe. "I'm just looking for someone. You'd be wise to stay out of my way." He threatened, his shadow-like power surging slightly.
"Really? Me too! I-I'm just looking for Dazai! Truce? Yeah?" The weartiger smiled hopefully.
Akutagawa sighed, his power receding. "Fine. Truce."
With that out of the way, the two started searching for their higher-ups. Until Atsushi came across an unbelievable sight.
"Uh... Hey, Akutagawa." He waved the gang member over, pointing into part of the playground.
"What is it? Aren't you a little old to be wanting to play in-" He stopped mid-sentence, his brain completely flat-lining at the sight. There, curled up together inside the yellow pipe were Dazai and Chuuya. Dazai was sprawled on his back with Chuuya clinging to his side, a small dark patch of drool had accumulated on Dazai's chest where the redhead slept.
Both snoring away, open-mouthed, blissfully unaware of the situation they were in.
Atsushi and Akutagawa gave each other a look before nodding and taking a photo in unison. "Never speak of this to anyone else." Akutagawa said quietly. Atsushi nodded.
"So.... Who's gonna wake them?"
#bsd#bungo stray dogs#bsd tickle fic#bsd drunk fic#drunk dazai#drunk chuuya#ler dazai#lee chuuya#rachi roo#chuuya nakahara#dazai osamu
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Go. Speak about your dp au. You have piqued my interest and I must know more
OTAY!!!!!!!! uhh im self conscious so some disclaimers. 1. sonic blog followers do NOT tease me about this being super similar to egghogs i know i just enjoy this kind of thing 2. people who have followed me only on my main for a long time. sorry. im having a Creative Writing Moment and im not dedicated enough to make a dp sideblog sowwy.
danny is 14, so he can get away with being super unfamiliar with the outside world - adults give him some grace because he's a child, he's still learning. vlad is in his early 40s, he doesnt have a high school education, he has no job experience, no familiarity with the law, and a very skewed view of what is a Normal Social Cue. he doesn't get much slack. he ends up a recluse pretty quickly.
because of the way they grew up, they're very obedient and don't cause much ruckus to the point of confusion for others. if you ask them to do something ("hey can you put that down", "toss that over here", "go to [x place or room]", etc) they'll do it fast, mechanically, and without comment.
danny ends up in an untouchable social class in school below "bullying target". in canon, danny is not at the bottom rung of the social ladder - there are some people too uncool/gross/etc for he and his friends to talk to or associate with. this danny is so accepting and conflict avoidant that it isn't fun to tease or torment him. he ends up slotted into the "do not talk to" group - the ones who eat alone and are given a wide berth and aren't talked about because their existence feels taboo, like the one kid at the peanut allergy table. he is also traumatized, visibly disfigured, and is in special education, which is another level of social pariah in high school social dynamics.
the one time dash picked on him was a mistake - dash found danny's lasered off bald spot and pressed his thumb into the conspicuous circles there because he reacted strangely. everyone was laughing until danny siezed, the circles turning out to be an implanted valve that makes direct contact with the brain when pressed hard. danny almost gets sent to the hospital, but vlad demands that the paramedics not be brought in (he knows that he and danny's lack of records would be suspicious and they would get investigated. the teachers all think vlad is, like, an antivaxxer or something.). danny comes out of that with a concussion and dash is half-shunned for the week. also vlad doesn't know what insurance is and when lancer asks if he's insured he's like (vacant blink) and lancer's like Oh God No
danny makes friends with sam and tucker, but not right away. he has a strange, dark sense of humor that he doesn't know is dark (in an unfunny edgy teenager sort of way without the intent to shock), and sam thinks he's funny and starts hanging around him in their shared classes. danny is curious about tucker's gadgets and tucker is eager to tell him all about them, and because tuck and sam are already friends, they end up being a friendgroup. danny tries to undo sam's hair (no sense of boundaries) and she backhands him right in the nose and they both feel bad after. he leans on them, fidgets with tucker's hat, and is just wayyy too close most of the time, but they get used to it. sam even starts giving hugs because of him and tucker teases her about it
danny AND vlad ruin valerie's life as a family. it's a similar setup with her dad being on thin ice with his security job, and with danny and vlad (as ghosts) serially burglarizing their labs for advanced tech and money, her dad is fired, yadda yadda. she despises ghosts, hates them for what they did to her life, and is VERY motivated to do some ghost hunting work, so she ends up at fentonworks and begs them to let her have gear so she can kill ghosts!!! PLZ!!!!! and she grows pretty close to jazz as a result of their proximity. she has her job as a mascot, her ghost hunting job, AND school, so she's just as busy and exhausted and sad as she ever was, adjusting to being a latchkey kid dealing with food insecurity.
while danny is at school, vlad is working on the ghost portal, researching ghosts, and learning how to feed himself and a kid without help. he wears clip-on ties and velvet suits taken at a five finger discount from some small-time politician a handful of towns over and his attempts to come across as proper fail every time he needs some shared common knowledge about the real world. he's desperate to learn more about other ghosts, having never interacted with others aside from danny, and he wants some sense of real belonging with other humans. he's struggling in both departments and he is not emotionally stable.
vlad is assumed 9 times out of 10 to be the person who hurt or traumatized danny until he showcases the scars that perfectly match those his ward has. the assumptions are painful every time and he hates it. he's been called in for parent-teacher conferences multiple times because of danny's sensitive and otherwise odd behavior in line with severe parental neglect, and every time he is hurt and exhausted and he wishes someone would understand he would never hurt danny and he is dealing with much of the same troubles danny is. i think he'd grow resentful over time.
uhhh i have more but i'll just call it here arbitrarily 👍
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The Lord of Demons
Drabble part 1 (part 2)
Pairing: demon!san×reader
Genre: fluff, smut.
Summary: when the demon appears out of nowhere.
Warnings: BDSM, choking, spanking with a wooden paddle, manhandling, blow job, sixty-nine, pussy sniffing, aftercare. Lemme know if there is anything else. And if warnings are not clear enough, this is an 18+ work. Mdni.
Word count: 3k+
Note: @nanibecute thank you for this idea. Had to pen this down. And sorry for the bad smut, still practicing😭 but thank you for fitting this scene in my head. 💓💓💓
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Your sweet sleep was being disturbed by something. But it was quiet. You tossed and turned in the bed, whining. Getting on your stomach, you threw your blanket over your head. The ticking of the clock and that unsettling feeling, like someone is watching ruined your sleep.
"Ugh, I don't think I will be able to keep my eyes open in tomorrow's lecture. This is so irritating!" You turned on your back and removed the blanket from your head and looked at the red numbers on the wall showing 2:00 AM we're staring at you.
But something else caught your eye.
On the left side of your bed, on the edge, you could see the silhouette of a figure through the moonlight coming from the window behind the figure. Its bright red eyes were drilling holes in your head. The thin curtains were waving around him and a cat with golden eyes was sitting on the window sill.
Your body got paralyzed. It was hard for your brain to comprehend. So you slowly backed away. The red eyes were following your every move. As you reached the end of the bed, you finally let out a voice.
"W-who a-a-are you? Ho-how did y-you g-g-get in?" The thing moved from its place and came forward… right in front of you. His face was just a few centimeters away.
You felt his right hand moving and going past you. He turned on the light. Then you were able to see his face. And oh boy was he handsome. His cat eyes, thin lips, sharp jawline, and structural nose were all so perfect. He had a black mullet cut with purple at the back.
'Did God themselves carved him this fine?' Your mind was filled with thoughts.
"Oh, you think that God would make The Lord of Demons?" His honey-like voice said.
'Fuck, he is so captive- wait… demon!?'
"What d-do you mean?" 'Get a grip y/n! And why fuck can't I move!?'
"Well, pretty lady, God won't make The Lord of Demons now will they?" He said.
"Wait- you can read my mind?" You realized.
"Pretty much, babe," his hand caressed the side of your face. Oh, they were so warm and soft.
"Do you think it's a joke!? How did you get in? You should leave before I call the cops on you!" You raised your voice.
"Sweety, you won't be doing that," he chuckled. "And how rude of me for not introducing myself… I am San," his face came closer, "and right now, I'm willing to take you with me."
"Where? I'm not going anywhere with you. Are you crazy or something!?" You tried to get away but couldn't.
"My dear, you will know. But for now, let's go. Let's not be late, I have some errands to run later on," the red-eyed man got up and stretched. He snapped his fingers and you were in his arms in the bridal style.
You gasped and clutched onto him tightly, confused about how you ended up in his arms with just a snap of his fingers.
"Close your eyes and hold me tight. It will only take a second. And don't worry, I'll bring you back," he whispered and stood on the window sill. You did as he said. You felt his cat sitting on your stomach when you finally felt the strong gust of wind. "Alright, you can open your eyes," San said as he gently dropped you back at your feet.
Your mouth gaped when your eyes took in the new surroundings. It was a gigantic house that looked like a thousand years old. It was dark brown with light brown details. You even noticed some red, lava-type, strips here and there. It all looked so wonderful and exotic. Something you would say is a dark academia aesthetic.
San started moving inside. You jogged to follow him up, still terrified of him. The cat was putting and jumped in your arms, and you held him close. The inside of the house was extravagant. It reminded you of the house in The Vampire Diaries but was even more luxurious.
You stood there in the middle, taking in the house. The cat jumped down and sat on the couch, snuggling to the cushion. "Now hurry up you human. We don't have all day. As I said, I have some errands to run."
San climbed up the stairs with you tailing behind, he opened up a door. It led to a large room. It almost felt like a ballroom but with lower ceilings. It had so many things, leather was the dominating one. The chains were dangling through the ceiling and walls. There were some handcuffs attached to the bed that was neatly made in the middle of the room. A bathtub was there at the corner too. Different types of chairs, if you sit in them, they would probably make your position a compromising one.
"W-what is this?" You asked in a tiny voice.
San scoffed, "your human brain really thinks that questioning about this would change what it is? Well, sorry to break it up to you but this is where the fun lies," he moved closer to you while undoing the button of his shirt, "this is my playroom."
As San removed his shirt, his well-built body was all out for you to appreciate. His broad chest and abs were worth drooling for. His biceps looked so killing, that you wouldn't mind suffocating between them.
"Oh, you so are a wild one," San read your mind, "good thing… I like it rough," he smirked smugly and held your arm and dragged you to the bed and threw you on it.
"No, wait-" you stopped him. "I-I don't want to."
"Baby, I'm not gonna do anything If you don't want… but you will regret missing this cock. I'll give you the best night," his eyes were manipulative.
Your mind went around his words. It's been a while since you had a nice dick in you. Would it be so bad to have one now? He is a demon, definitely fucks good.
With that thought in your mind, you nodded. But he raised his eyebrow with a smirk-
"Yes, I want this."
San moved closer to you. His right hand touched your ankle and caressed your skin, moving upwards. His free hand played with the hem of your shirt, as he moved his hand underneath it and caressed the warm skin of your sides. He got on the bed and sat in front of you on his knees.
Now both of his hands were holding your shirt and he swiftly removed it from above your head. You gasped as the cool air touched your body. You weren't wearing a bra because you were sleeping before. On instinct, you covered your breasts.
"Nah, don't cover. Let me see what God carved," he removed your hands away and cupped your boobs, and gently squeezed them.
San's free hand took a hold of your wrists and held them above, now laying on top of you. The hand on your breast moved above and something rattled. You looked where his hands were and saw enormous chains and leather cuffs hanging at the end.
San pulled your hands and tied them with the cuffs. He pulled on them to make sure they were a perfect fit. You felt exposed under him.
He cupped your face and came closer. You felt his warm lips on your jaw working towards your lips. As his lips reached them, he feverishly latched onto them. Taking your lower lip in between his teeth, he tugged them pleasantly.
You felt his warm and wet tongue swiping across your lip, asking permission to enter your mouth. You let out a moan and he grabbed the opportunity to explore inside your mouth. Your tongues fought for dominance, but you soon gave up.
San's warm hands quickly pulled her pajama shorts down and caressed her legs. And oh, the embarrassment drips over you when you realize you haven't shaved in two days and probably it's been over two weeks since you last shaved your pussy.
You tried to keep your spiky legs away from his hands. "Don't do that, beautiful. You are not letting me feel you the way your body deserves to be felt," the demon whined.
"I-I haven't shaved in a while," you sulked.
"Even better! It's been a while since I last felt them. They are hot if you ask me. Such a turn-on for me," his hoarse voice whispered in your ear sending shivers down your spine.
"Mmm, yeah?" You whined.
"Hmm, lemme show you, princess," he said and moved down, coming face to face with your covered pussy. There was a big spot of your arousal on the blue cotton panties you were wearing.
San smirked and buried his nose in your pussy and took a deep sniff taking in your sweet scent and moaned loudly. You were sure that it echoed in the whole house.
"So fucking sweet. I bet it tastes even sweeter… should I check it?" He looked at your scrunched-up face as you nodded and gave a tiny yes.
He quickly sat on his knees and tore apart the panties with one hot move. Now you were laying before him all naked. You clutched the sheets under you, feeling too much exposed under his burning eyes.
"Fuck look at you… I have never seen such a pretty sight. And I have seen plenty of it to be sure…" His face moved closer and gave a light kiss right on your pubic bone. He kissed all around your pussy. His thumbs caressed your folds and parted them. He didn't waste any time licking your dripping hole and sucking your clit. You both moaned like porn stars.
"So fucking sweet," his hot breath on your pussy felt so good. He latched onto your clit as his fingers found your entrance and eased his index and middle finger into you.
"F-fuck," you moaned, "give me more!" Your hands battled to get free from the cuffs to hold San's hair in your fist but failed.
Your moans got louder and louder when his fingers picked up the pace and drilled inside your cunt at an animalistic speed. No one has ever made you feel this good by just fingering and sucking your pussy.
"More!" You screamed as your climax came closer.
San stopped his movements altogether after feeling your climax on the edge. He got up and unbuckled his belt and removed his pants along with his boxers.
You looked at him and instantly felt more arousal flowing out of your pussy. His cock was gigantic. A full twelve inches long and at least five inches wide cock hanging there. Its head was angry red with a pool of precum on top of his slit and veins popping out of its length. His pubic hair was making it even hotter. You wanted to suck him off right there but your hands kept you in your place.
"Like it?" He smugly asks, already knowing the answer.
"Love it… how the fuck am I going to fit it in?" You asked with a horrified expression.
"I will make it fit, my love. Just relax for me and take what I give," San whispered and pulled out a bottle of lube just to be safe.
He squirted a good amount of lube in his hand and on his cock. Then he squirted a bit on your pussy too. He stroked his hard cock, smearing the lube all over it, and sat back in between your open legs. He rubbed the head of his cock on your folds and slowly eased his head into your pussy.
"So big," you moaned loudly as he grunted, "so fucking tight."
You felt full already, wondering how you are gonna fit it all in when you just feel so full from only his head.
"Breath, it will fit," he grunted after reading your thoughts. You did as he said.
San slowly bottomed out. He looked at your already fucked up face, eyes rolling at the back of your head. He looked down and moaned.
You looked at him and followed his eyes that were focusing on your belly and then you moaned loudly. There was a huge bulge in your belly. You could see the details of his head there.
"Fuck you are so fucking big," you moaned.
"This is so hot, baby," he grunted and pressed the bulge down causing you two to moan louder.
"Move, please," he slowly moved, and your back arched.
San picked up his pace with each thrust. He kept his hand pressed against the bulge, feeling it move up and down. His free hand curved around your neck and squeezed just enough. The sound of skin slapping was getting louder and louder along with your screams.
"Sanie! H-harder!" He followed your command and rammed harder into you. He was going at an animalistic speed by now. His nerves from the neck and arms were showing up and oh he looked so hot.
The Lord of Demons, indeed.
It didn't take much time for you to reach your climax. Your walls clenched around his length. It made it harder for him to move. But then you let the knot in your stomach go wild, squirting and cumming on his cock violently.
Your fragile body trembled and twitched. You have never squirted before and this sensation made you feel so light and hot. But—
"I never gave you the permission to cum," San stopped and removed himself from you. You whined at the empty feeling. "You will be served with punishment," San said in the sweetest voice.
You couldn't comprehend what he was saying, too busy processing your orgasm. Then you felt your hands being free from the cuffs as you tried to bring them closer but San held them and made you sit. You looked at him through your hooded eyes.
"First, punishment," he went away and opened a drawer and picked a wooden paddle. He then sat at the edge of the bed and held your hair harshly and bent you over his legs, his still hard cock pressed against your stomach. "Now be a good girl and count."
San swung the paddle and hit it across your butt cheeks almost immediately.
"One," you choked out as he left another hit again and again.
"You are not cumming without my permission ever again, do you understand?" He swatted the paddle.
"Tw-twent-ty fi-five… y-y-yes," you cried.
San dropped the paddle and looked at her ass. It was all bruised, red, and purple. He was sure that you won't be able to sit for at least a week or two.
He gently moved you and made you lay down on your stomach as he got behind you. He lowered his body and kissed your butt cheeks and caressed them with love. He never did this after punishing his past fucks. This time he wanted to make sure that you were okay.
"Y-you d-didn't cum," you pointed out.
"Don't worry about it," San kept on caressing and kissing your bruises.
"Can I suck you?" You asked while getting on your knees, "I want to do it," he couldn't resist your puppy eyes and gave in.
You sat on the bed waiting for him to guide you. He held your arm and guided you out of the bed and made you kneel on the floor. He stroked his hard cock.
"You are such a good girl for me…" he moaned when you took him in your tiny hands and gave him a lick at the slit.
He held your hair away from your face as you took his cock head in your mouth slowly, looking at him through the lashes. You could only take half of him. You tried to cover the rest of the length with your hands.
You bobbed your head, picking up a pace. His cock was hitting the very back of your throat where no cock ever reached. You gagged a little while taking him.
San moaned and couldn't hold himself back. He quickly picked you up and threw you on the bed and got on top of you. His face was facing towards your legs. He guided his cock back into your mouth and choked your neck with his other hand. He started fucking your throat. He saw and felt his length moving in your throat with each thrust. He removed his hands from your neck and bent down.
He opened your thighs apart and sucked on your sensitive bud. His movements made you moan around his lengthy cock. He was grunting around your pussy.
You felt your second orgasm coming. You tapped on his thighs to tell him. "Leggo," he grunted on your pussy as you let go. He licked you through your orgasm.
Not so long after, San felt his climax nearing. He fucked your throat harshly and let himself cum down your throat. Being the demon he is, he came much more than the average human.
San finally got up and looked at your fucked up face. His cum was running down from the corner of your mouth and your cheeks were tear-stained.
"Was I that harsh?" San asked as he picked you up and took you to the bathtub at the corner. He made you sit on the stool nearby.
You chuckled like a crazy woman, "I think you might have broken me," he looked at you and smiled.
"Yeah? Then I'll fix you up," he gestured for you to get in the hot tub that he instantly filled and dropped a lavender-scented bath bomb in it, "get in."
You stepped into the tub and sat back, letting your muscles relax, you sighed happily. You hear soft jazz music in the background that San just played. He came closer and got in the tub behind you. He made you relax against his chest, your head on his shoulder. His soft hands were caressing your sore muscles carefully.
"My butt is hurting," you chuckled.
"I'm sorry for hurting you, my love," San kissed your shoulder.
"Hmm, it was nice. I won't mind if you do it again," you looked up at him, "being fucked by a demon cock is better than anything."
San chuckled, "Maybe when your little butt is healed, we can do it again… for now, relax," with that you closed your eyes and snuggled against his chest as he pulled you closer.
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Cozy Corner Kinktober. Prompt 6: Public sex, 10: Orgasm denial (sort of) Alt. Prompt: kink 0f your choice-- incest.
Day 3 (but day 1 for moi)
Thicker Than Water.
word count: 4.8K wods
A Homelander x Soldier Boy Fanfiction
TW: Incest, violence, bottom Homelander, bilander, bits of Butchlander and Meave x HL in theory, dark fic, semi-public sex, set during S3 obviously, canon divergent, not proofread.
A/N: this work contains INCEST, the author does not condone or supports incest... this is instead a what-if scenario of what could’ve happened during Herogasm– If this subject matter it's too uncomfortable or triggering plz do not read. if it doesn’t bother you, thanks for reading it! lowkey just wanted to get this one out of the way cuz its the most uncomfortable of my kinktober fics plz read the A/N at the end of the chapter for my thoughts.
Homelander walked the ruins of the once lavish home, the smell of cum, sweat, soot, fire and blood mingling in the air as a twisted version of Macy’s perfume aisle-- instead of overpriced bottles of whale sperm and civet musk– it was this warm animalistic stench tickling his nose. Homelander could hear the moans and wails of the burn victims and smell the sticky remains of some mini-hero wedged in the ridges of his boot.
Standing tall as his comrade laid unconscious on the floor, Soldier boy watched him annoyed, unimpressed at Homelander’s speech– he was no different than any of his old fans, not bothered when the young man got offended at his mockery, he pinned him straight into the wall, barely getting a wince out of the veteran, this was nothing but a tantrum from an overgrown baby in Ben’s mind.
Homelander and him began their fight, it was gleeful– it made Homelander smile, it made him warm, it made him feel painfully alive, so awake, so glad to know his hero may lived up to expectation.
They traded blows, for the first time in a very long time Homelander felt ache, each fistful and low kick more violently and more meaningful than the last, the whiny voice of Starlight urging her friend to leave barely registered as Soldier Boy smacked him below his ribs, the more the beast inside him woke up, the more he wanted Soldier Boy to challenge him, to dare prove him wrong– he was transfixed with the thought of killing him… with the thought of him.
Homelander could see just how handsome he was, the old film cameras didn’t do him justice, the voluminous brown hair, that soft beard and those perfect hazel-green eyes looking down on him, even the sound of his gasp were beautiful.
He threw him against the wall, lifting him up, hanging him like a portrait, the man struggling, his nails digging on the leather of Homelander’s gloves, he stared at him, looked at the heavy fabric wrapping his belated birthday present, he gave himself the chance to mock him privately, undressing him with his literal piercing gaze, the years locked in a tube has not diminished his wonderful physique, he licked his lips feeling his cock trying to make room in his tights-- he squeezed his victim’s neck, wanting to find relief as he killed his enemy.
“You really have me going there…” Homelander spoke.
Soldier Boy chuckled, and with enviable speed he kicked Homelander away from him, he flew back catching himself against the rubble, Soldier Boy had simply wanted the extra height.
Homelander held his stomach feeling a boot shape bruise forming under the padding, he spat, wanting to feel that force once more.
The violence amp-up, somehow Homelander began to lose footing, feeling the rust soaking his teeth, he gave him a blood soak smile, growling as the man destroyed the ground below Homelander’s ear– now he was the one pinned down.
From the moment he had seen him on that grainy black and white footage, he had been in awe– a teenage flame re-ignited as he emerged from that park, his shock had followed him all day creeping on his mind as he hid in his penthouse, he played one of his old movies. He played the dashing hero cleaning house, killing the baddies and rescuing the girl– everything homelander had ever wanted to be as a child, his lips miming the lines matching the cadence of his speech perfectly. He had seen his films dozens of times, he used to re-enact the scenes with his friend when bored, he loved to imitate men like this– he remembered impressing Voguelbaum by doing a perfect impression of Ray Liotta in Goodfellas and Rutger Hauer in Blade Runner but he always lose his approval when he copied Soldier Boy… so he kept it to himself.
He kept to himself how this one scene in th film made him feel… it was a rare shirtless scene, his teenage brain feed him dopamine, whenever he caught that scene he wished to paused the film but he never could, not when the orderly was around, not when the security guards hadn’t doze up– only in the comfort of the dark beneath the sheets could he pause it.
Now he had it live, feeling the heat, feeling his gaze… he gulped… the fantasy not too far from the real world.
“Time out!”
That made Soldier Boy fluster, shaking his head in confusion. Homelander pushed him off, he could not believe this brat had just demanded a time out, he stood up pacing himself and cleaning the soot off his legs, Ben threw himself at his direction but was only met with a bored evasion, he lifted his hands in ‘T’ shape, Ben scoffed, his eyebrows twitching harder than his lips as he tried to speak, Homelander paced himself like a caged tiger but feeling like a wounded deer about to be pounce by a jaguar… the two dancing on the razor’s edge, but Homelander just offered a dirty smirk, acting in control.
“What do you think this is?” Ben said with indignation.
“Not going to fight you… am just trying to think.” Homelander gave himself a minute, his ears picking up on Butcher’s irregular heartbeat, the man still unconscious but so close-by– You’re so much more beautiful in person… even your strength didn’t disappoint… you’re every bit as impressive as I hope you were.”
“Thanks for the compliment, Pal. But you’re not my type.” He wink at him more mockingly than anything– now can we…?”
Soldier Boy was quick to force him into a dance, their battle short-lived as Homelander took the upper hand, their tussling had Ben thinking he was gaining momentum as the man ended on the ground but it was a trap– he quickly set hero in a seated armband, no amount of tapping will get Homelander to stop but Ben felt his muscles and bones clattering and yelping, the burn buried deep into his marrow, the more he handled him the more Ben felt the humiliation, the tense and thick fabric of the younger man scratching at his cheek, Homelander cackling in between sharp wet pants as he forced the man head into his crotch.
“What da!?” Ben panicked, discovering the supes unsubtle secret, pure adrenaline gave him enough force to free himself– are you fucking hard!?”
“I have never been manhandled like this before” he purred, blowing loose strands off his face– It's not gonna go away… so either we call it quits which we know once William wakes up, is not happening. We could ignore it… or you give me… a minute or ten.”
Soldier Boy looked around at the destruction feeling glad and sorry that Butcher was unconscious, wishing he could waltz in and handle this gross motherfucker on his behalf.
“Or I could just keep beating you.”
“I might like that” he chuckled lightly, standing up effortlessly– seems I’m the improvement in all… manner of speaking” he purred lewdly.
Ben scoffed violently.
“As if a spring chicken like yourself knows what the fuck you’re doing.” He remarked, rolling his eyes.
“Teach me then” He rested against a shattered pillar– just an intermission before I wear your skinned face for Halloween.”
Soldier boy could not deny the absurdity of the mind of the world’s current biggest ego-maniac but there was a familiar charm to this... he had done the same in the past, sometimes a pretty face could be found in the battlefield, so why not? In the midst of war he had made love to Countess and many others. Being so close to death made a man eager to feel the warmth embrace of life, his mind lingering to the trenchest, all the death around made him cling to it, made him needy for it, perhaps this was the first time the young man experience the feeling– these people were soft, coddle from hardships, just pipsqueaks in their warm beds, who never would have the misfortune of meeting the rain of bullets, of watching dozens and hundreds drop like flies… so he gave Homelander a proper look– The slightly disheveled man was classically charming, Vought had done a job worthy of a round of applause picking him but from whatever Kansas’s farm they’ve found him– tall, sharp jaw, beautiful cornflower blues, and striking blonde locks… give him a pair of tits and he would’ve been all over that five minutes ago, but he wasn’t too bad either, he had just enough wrinkles around his eyes to add character, the way his smile lines defines his chiseled cheeks, he had no babyface left just an aged boyish charm… admittedly had the younger man been 10 or 15 years older he wouldn’t even hesitate, had he had some salt adorning his temples he would’ve jumped him by now.
He looked back, catching a glimpse of the cracked skull slowly re-aligning itself, his bones ached and he would need a moment to recalibrate, he wasn’t betraying his oath to Butcher he was simply pausing the game.
“Then what are you waiting for?” He said in a deep gravelly voice, breaching the space between them noticing how not much taller he was from the caped Supe, with his boots on they stood near identical– show me that you want it”
He took Homelander’s wrist by force, pressing it right against his crotch, Homelander shuddered, letting out a whispy moan as his finger relaxed under the pressure of Soldier Boy’s vicious grip, he gave him a squeeze feeling the girth under the wannabe cargo pants, just loose enough to provide space inside, he massaged this manhood and now he was that blushing teenage boy discovering himself for the first time, biting his lips as he felt it wake from its slumber.
Soldier Boy softened his grip freeing him, just to give him a little hand as he saw how timid his movements had become. He tried to keep cool but he could feel every micro movement, he could smell his arousal and hear the Supe’s heart rate– it was cute.
Soldier Boy was not missing any points in that department, he was girthy and veiny, it felt heavy under his own hand as he lowered his pants just enough to feel the hot dusty passing breeze on his ass, Homelander licked his lips unconsciously knowing Butcher barely living body still in the room, knowing there were dozens wounded still stumbling outside and still trapped under the rubble not far his area– he could get caught at any moment, his heart thumping at the thought of Butcher dying sight was him on his knees sucking off his enemy, Homelander had no desire to offer the hooligan the satisfaction of misunderstanding, but there he was squatting pushing his hair back like a dainty lady, his lips already parting to let his tongue take the first cautious steps.
Homelander moaned desperately as Soldier Boy shoved his head to let them meet all the way down to the base, his nose tickled by the coarse bush, he tried breathing but only met the salty and rich musky breeze briefly, it took a couple yanks and back and forths for Homelander to match his roughness, his tongue flat and wet undulating as he pulled, tightening his throat as the man forced himself further, sucking with enough force to rip a normal man dick clean off but to put the older man on edge, Ben hissed behind gritted teeth, chuckling as he felt his whole body wanting the pleasure of his blowjob, his hand pulling on those bleached locks as he slobbered into the ground, pulling him away to catch that debase look and dazed eyes filled with pleasure staring back at him, his tongue licking spit and precum off his lips, the young man barely needed a breather, he gave him a wonky smile as a gloved hand gave Ben a magical rush, gliding back and forth on the member pulling the foreskin roughly.
“So you can do more than kiss ass with that mouth”
Homelander growled, didn’t entretain him with a quip– right now all Soldier Boy was… was a talking dildo, satisfying a lifelong fantasy, he pulled him making the man winced but the pain died as he felt that slobbering tongue on his cock, he felt the leather twisting as he focused on the tip.
He would come soon, Homelander was too fucking good at this, whoever had trained him had done a splendid job, that or the man had a demonic oral fixation– his legs shuddered as he felt his balls twitching, his sight turning white when it all stopped. Homelander cackled lightly watching his hero whine and buckle his hips eager to finish but with his thumb and pointer trapping the base in a ring there was no way he would finish, he lifted the cock just for his mouth to give gentle kisses on those heavy swollen balls, he gave them a quick pop in his checks, the man was vocal and it was driving Homelander insane, to hear him, to know it wouldnt take much to make him beg.
“Is not fair if it's just you getting off… though it was your generation that was all about manners, old man.” He whispered as he slowly crawled up, still wanking him slightly, finding a pool of precum lubing his gloves– is not polite.”
“Thought a horny slut like yourself didn’t want a gentleman.” He hissed, feeling his nose crook as Homelander sped up his rhythm with his other hand, keeping his cock unable to cum with the other, it was more than teasing– a lesser man would’ve died by now– but I think you earned being treated like a lady.”
“No, no, no…” he shushed letting himself the indulgance of kissing the man, the other hesitant at first, but he wouldn’t relent, Soldier Boy’s kisses were more than he could’ve ever dream off, the man pinned him against the nearest brittle wall his tongue taking the lead, Homelander needed to breathe for the first time, he was gasping as he felt his silky skin bruise, his hands still working on him and now the pain in his own trousers agonizing– I want to be fuck like a man… teach me a lesson”
Ben growled.
Homelander had no issue taking his pants off, wishing to undress more but they had no real time, more and more people were becoming conscious outside, Billy could still wake up not that the dying bastard could do anything about it.
His ears picking up on some screaming woman just a few meters on the other side of this wall, if she had super hearing no doubt she would catch them, it made him excited.
Homelander had been so distracted he didn’t noticed when Soldier Boy had lifted his hips, it had all been so quick, cursing and thanking his inhuman build as the man shoved two wet fingers inside him, Homelander squealed at the sudden sensation gasping into Ben’s temple as he pulled his shoulder close. Homelander wanted more than the fingers, he wanted that delicious girth inside him, the wet sounds of his accommodating body digging into his brain, it was in the neediness of his whines and moans that signaled Ben that this bastard would take him as he was.
Homelander saw heavenly white as he felt full, small tears forming on his eyes as he felt the blazing heat burn his navel, his hips bucking wanting to force the pleasure, wanting to feel just how much of his body this man could discover and expand, his cock was so hot, so thick… Ben enjoyed the wet velvet walls pulling him in, how happy this twitching body was to welcome him, breaking the walls of his bravado down with shameful pleasure. He was hopeless, Homelander took full advantage of his powers floating in the small space to fuck himself, he was leading this, and Ben had two choices: Remind the bastard who he was messing with, or let the slut fuck himself stupid.
He choice the latter, relaxing as they switched position, Homelander glad to be on top, glad that he could trust without care, feeling his body shrink and grow with every violent swing of his hips, the last time he had ever been able to please his crying prostate like this, had been with Maeve, she had fucked him with so much anger, but no amount of confused love could make that plastic toy feel as good as Soldier Boy’s cock was making him feel. He jumped and moaned as Soldier Boy’s hand began to please Homelander, his movements lazy, there was a smugness on his face that irked Homelander much liek Maeve had done so in the past but right now he was chasing the high, hearing the nameless dying man ask himself what was that noise, Homelander was moaning so loudly, he didn’t care if Butcher heard him, he didn’t care that the stranger was looking back into the mansion-- at his direction.
He threw a callous glance behind , seeing William's body twitch.
Then back at Ben, maybe that’s why he found him so pretty, so delectable… he moved his hands to the other’s neck, squeezing it feeling the muscles cave in but meeting too much resistance for it to break immediately and that smarmy grin still on the hero’s face– that beard reminded him of Butcher... a lesser version of the brit’s.
He closed his eyes, letting himself imagine things, wishing Butcher would wake up, wishing Butcher would facefuck him, thinking of Butcher luscious lips wrapped around Homelander leaking cock, pulling on his beard as he forced him to take it deeper until the older man’s throat milked him.
He leaned forward wishing for Butcher to spread him further, his pussy would take it without worry– why did he have to cheat? Why did he had to fuck it up for them? Why did he have to ruin this thing they had by bringing others into their fight!?
He gasped as Soldier Boy slapped his ass red, he let go of the man’s neck, taking the offending hand, guiding it towards his own neck, Butcher would’ve choked him, given him a black eye if he could, cracked his knuckles down to powder if that meant he would break the other man’s ribs, he would fight and fuck him at the same time– why the hell did he hurt himself for this? So Benjamin would have to try to give him that lost experience… no… not good enough-- he thought.
He pushed the thoughts away with his idol’s cock, feeling the heat grow too much, he knew Soldier Boy was at his limit, he looked down with shining eyes, his expression menacing even when trapped around that neck-breaking vice, Soldier Boy enjoying himself, thinking he had put a collar on this neck for real.
Getting drunk on the poison, he speed up feeling the older man matching him, he let a deep moan escape his lungs, feeling his whole body shudder with adrenaline as his heart thumped inside his chest, feeling the thick heat filling him, Homelander had no break for the older gent was quick to mobilize and jerk him off, glad that the large prick had stayed outside... the boy scout did made him jealous in that department... Homelander came hard, spilling his thick seat all over Ben's hand, feeling euphoric and turning limp just as quick.
For a second caught in the moment, he wished it had been Butcher, That it was his enemy educating him, punishing him, making him feel a decade long of hatred, wanting to reduce him into something cheap, Butcher had promised him ‘scorched earth’ and delivered him nothing but a chinese burn, but this was good… Soldier Boy had lived up to his fantasies, shame they couldn’t make this last all night, or make it better.
They both chuckle, their bodies recuperating and while both men wanted to feel some human touch for a brief second or two neither of them could.
Homelander picked his pants and as if the moment he finished zipping his boots back on he was as if nothing had happened– catching his reflection on a mirror’s shard to make sure his hair was brushed back to perfection, Soldier Boy wished he could have a drink or a puff of a cheap cigar but he fixed his scarf and re-adjusted his gloves, instead.
“So where were we?” Homelander shot him straight into the nearest surface, filling the room with a faint red glow– ah yeah… me killing you.”
Their fight ensued, that desire for Butcher’s punishment faded away as the bastard woke up, tainted by dollar store V, then he brought that stupid twink…
He left angry, what would have been a near perfect evening ruined, the indignation, the humiliation, but at least he had felt something pleasurable before he had his heart shot right thru.
Homelander was unable to rest, still on the phone with that bumbling idiot, trying to help do her own job, he told her to spin it and fuck off, before he could relax the line was quickly busied by somebody else, the concierge seemed a bit hesitant to speak, sounding apologetic as he interrupted his boss evening.
He blushed a bit after the concierge informed him that this mystery caller claimed to be Soldier Boy– perhaps the man had found reason, ditched that lying bastard Butcher and wanted to meet up, perhaps after all the stress… he could get something nice… a nice reward.
“Is this really you?” he said nervously not knowing where to put his hands or unsure if he should look at the phone.
“We need to talk… the situation has changed…” The man spoke with a brooding tone caught on his tongue, something was brewing inside him– look–
Homelander cut him off, not daring him think he had emerged victorious from their altercation but then he started telling a tell, speaking of a penthouse, of a woman, Homelander was confused and slightly grossed out as the man spoke so crudely.
“Turns out Voguelbaum… made a kid… born spring of 1981…”
His voice was dark, something sticky on his mouth, Homelander eyes watered, his gaze staring into the ether, Homelander heart slowed down to almost a halt as Soldier Boy took a deep breath on the other side of the line.
“... what kind of father had you made me into…” he cut himself with a sharp breath– I'm going to kill you.”
Homelander stared at nothing as the line died, his ears and his voice screaming but he just stood there thinking of the word ‘father’...
So here he was standing in front of him, saddened to confess murdering Noir, saddened that Butcher would betray him yet again by bringing Maeve into the room but at least saddled up with him was Soldier Boy… no… his father.
He just wanted to talk to him, to make him understand how similar they were, tempting him with the power and security they could have by standing side to side.
“Unless we kill each other first…” He said coldly.
“Why…b-because he says so…? He’s only human.” Homelander remarked feeling anxious.
Butcher taunted Soldier Boy reminding him that this experiment wasn’t his boy, and that was all that Soldier Boy needed to hear, but Homelander snapped back growling his words.
“Yes, I am your son! I am your blood!” He softened his shoulder slightly– that’s all that matters.”
Soldier Boy felt nauseous, his mouth burning as he swallowed vile. He had nothing to reply to him, frightened by this sight, knowing what had taken place between them, he wanted to both run from him and cave his skull in, but then he brought the boy– he hadn’t expected the boy, he hadn’t anticipated the shaky breaths and palpable anxiety exuding from Homelander either.
“You see… you have a family… you have him… and you have me” He was on the verge of tears, he bit his thin lips trying to stay composed.
Soldier Boy scowled, disgusted, horrified, wanting to burn his skin clean off, thinking of what he had broken, how he had bed his own blood, how this man seemed to not care about what had happened, as if sleeping with him had been nothing but a glimpse to soem alternative reality.
As he took each step forward, trying to control himself, trying not to look at that young man desperate for his approval, trying not to catch a twisted reflection of his old self, he spoke.
“I wish… I wish I had been there… I wish… we could’ve been just father and son…”
Homelander 's teary smile was so genuine, it had no right to be there, Soldier Boy tried to listen to his reassurance, how he almost begged him to be in his life.
“We don’t have to be alone anymore.” Homelander said shakily.
When his shoulder was touched, he began to feel light, relief, his nerves easing momenterily.
“I wish you weren’t so broken…”
Benjamin had come to realize that Homelander wasn’t depraved, he wasn’t some sick fuck persuing him– he wasn’t okay… there was somehting inside him that no longer work… better said never worked… the man was in pain clinging to something where he shouldn’t. Whether or not the young man realized the gravity of the situation, whether he had deleted the memory from his brain, whatever it was… Benjamin couldn’t nor did he wanted to understand, he wanted to erase his mistake, to delete the abomination dressed as man, he wanted to put John out of his misery… to maybe find a kindness in his desire to bury his terrible secret by terminating him.
Homelander was quickly ambushed hearing his son struggle to his side, arguing with Butcher.
“You can’t… You can’t do this.” he struggled to speak.
He looked at the man about to kill him, to the father he had always wanted, he had always needed, he had been a good son already and made his father happy! So why was he so upset? Why did he call him disgusting? Why was he looking at him with such revulsion and hatred?
Had he not been good enough for him?
Why did his father unable to love him like before?
The end.
A/N: personally after all the hype from the cast, crew, Amazon and jensen I genuinely expected that episode to contain HL and SB action but alas that didn’t happen and I wish it had happened bcuz it would’ve been far more shocking/disturbing and insane if a sex scene took place and still included the reveal that SB was Homie’s dad– instead of just the most vanilla czech orgy basement porno out there.
I think herogasm just didn't deliver much in shock, the scene with Homelander finding out that was his dad was the best plus mirrolander but frankly meh episode... no wonder they didn't get the emmy nomination.
#cozy corner kinktober#homelander#personal#my fic tag#homelander fanfiction#homelander x soldier boy#plz read both author's note before killing me#dark fic#sorry esl#soldier boy fanfiction#fyi i will never not write bisexual homelander
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My lonely little world
Lol fanfiction! Kinda a vent fic of mine and Damien is a bit of a self insert but just a silly lil guy
Don't expect a shit ton of updates bc I kinda just randomly came up with this idea on my own on my way home :p
I've never written fanfiction before so it honestly might be very obvious
Anyways, this fic takes place in 2008 and pip is 14. He ran away from the orphanage when he was 9. Damien is still in hell, however pip talks to him through an ouija board (this was inspired from a fic on ao3 where the same thing happened by emibug called solace and it hasn't been updated since 2021 come back plz pookie). Damien is a mallgoth. Pip has anxiety, he's not good in social situations. Idk how to do this help. If this is interesting someone who's good at writing fanfiction plz give me tips. I ramble a lot I just write what comes to my mind. This might be edited a lot.
Pip pov
It was a fairly warm and sunny day in the small town of south park. Pip had just gotten home from his job at the little bookstore up the street, relieved to finally be in his quiet little home off the backstreets of the town; a place where most of the misfit's resided. A place for pip and his lonely little world. He didn't have many friends, the few ones he did had either moved away when they were children or were always off with other people themselves. pip was the lowest of the low when it came to popularity the only other people who knew him were the ones he hated most. The ones who hurt him most and the only people who ever paid attention to him. He never tried to make friends though he was polite, always flashing smiles or giving tiny waves. He always stayed to himself, never wanting to bother anyone. He enjoyed it he enjoyed the quietness when he got home the quietness of the bookstore the quietness of school, but in all honesty it made pip lonely. All pip could wish for was for someone to pay attention to him, for someone to acknowledge him without it ending in him getting beat. Is that too much to ask for?
As pip made his way to his bedroom he began to remember his past friends. Gregory, Christophe, and this one other boy he couldn't quite put his finger on, when they hung out he'd always ramble about the music he loved and how cool some of the middle schoolers looked and how he wanted to look like them. A few times he'd pick on pip but never to the extent the others did. Was it Danni? Daron? He couldn't remember but he did know it started with a D. He opened his room door and plopped on his bed not bothering to even shower or change, it was a long day.
7 am
It was the early morning, the sun shined through onto pips face as he fluttered his green eyes open. Slowly making his way to the bathroom he saw something mysterious out of the corner of his eye, a black shadow ran past as the hall got cold. Pip stood stunned for a minute before mustering up the courage to speak a timid 'he-hello?'....no awnser. Instead of standing and wondering about the strange shadow he brushed it off and went on with his day. No entity was gonna ruin his lovely quiet life he worked so hard to achieve, where he could hide away from the scums of the earth , where no one could hurt him, where he didn't have to talk to anyone apart from work and school. His apartment was his hide away from the disappointed stares and judging faces of strangers on the street. Studying his face for what was wrong with him.
'ring ring'
Pip walked into the quiet bookstore, the smell of paper stinging through his nose. Walking into the backroom he saw a mysterious boy, he had black hair and red almost fire like eyes. He looked right into pips eyes and smirked before he disappeared. Then it hit pip, that boys name. Damien.
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OKAY ANGST IM IN AN ANGST MOOD TO OMG OKAY SO I SEE THIS IS MANY FFS FOR SO MANY PEOPLE BUT IT ALWAYS ENDS UP FLUFFY BUT UNREQUITED LOVE. LIKE THE READER AND EDDIE BEING FRIENDS FOR A LONG TIME AND HER JUST BEING IN LOVE AND HE GETS A DATE WITH THIS GIRL AND BASICALLY EDDIE AND READER GET INTO AN ARGUEMENT AND IT KINDA RUINS THERE FRIENDSHIP BUT SHES STILL APART OF HELLFIRE AND SHE KINDA HAS TO SEE HIM AND HIS DATE (now gf) AT HELLFIRE AND AT LUNCH EVERYDAY . ( i’m so sorry if i worded this wrong omg it seems so weird to me ) - 🧚🏾♀️💋
Omg no stop I hate angst that doesn’t end good so I’m going to make this a good ending
I feel like the argument would start out with them chilling in his trailer and all of a sudden he mentions that he has a date and she’s like “wait… what? We have hellfire that night?” Eddie would be so nonchalant like “oh, yeah. We can just reschedule.”
And she would get so mad instantly like “okay so you can reschedule for a date but not for Lucas? When it was the biggest game of the season? You know how important that was for him and you threw a fit like a toddler”
And they would start to get so mean during the fight, saying things they instantly regretted and she would storm out and no talk to him until she saw him the next week at lunch
And she would get so mad to see the girl in her spot her spot is right next to Eddie, she didn’t care if her name wasn’t on it and that she didn’t own it, it was still hers
And she would just drop her tray into the garbage and walk off
And it would take them so long to start actually talking again
Like let’s say when they had hellfire meetings they wouldn’t sit next to each other anymore and she wouldn’t talk to him
And the end of his campaign y/n would just get so frustrated and upset she would storm out of the door at the end
Because she’s used to her and Eddie celebrating after the end of his campaigns but it was different this time
And he would get mad and follow her out
It would be such a movie moments with him instantly yelling at her once he stormed out after her and he’s like “what the fuck if your problem? You’ve been acting like a goddamn child for a month now.”
Stop I feel like she would just have a breakdown right then and there and would just start crying because at this point it’s been more than a month of her and her absolutely best friend acting like strangers and not talking to each other
She would just start sobbing and start ranting “because you’re with that girl and you act like I don’t exist and I love you and I’ve loved you for so long but you don’t even care and you’ve completely changed for that stupid girl just because she isn’t a fucking loser like the rest of us.”
Plz he would be so uncomfortable with the emotion and so scared
“I do love you. I do care about you.”
she would wipe her eyes and nose like “no I don’t just love you how you love me. I love you more than a friend, more than a brother, I don’t love you how you love me.”
And I know he wants to have the full movie moment where he shuts her up with a kiss and everything is just magically healed but he would be way to scared to just smash his lips onto hers like they were soulmates just reconnected
“I love you that way too. Goddamn fucking damn it now I’ve got to be the bad guy again.” And she would just walk out after that
And eventually after a couple days he would break up with the girl and stand outside of y/n’s bedroom window (this is there movie moment, finally) throwing tiny rocks at her window until she looks down and he’s like
“Hey.” And it’s all silent for a while until he starts awkwardly laughing and just screams “hello!”
“What do you want, Eddie?“
“Um, for you to either get your ass down there or let me get up there because I think I deserve a kiss. I got a drink poured over my head after I broke up with her, shithead.” And he would shake his head like a wet dog
She wouldnt hesitate to jump out of her window (it’s not that far up) and just wrap him in a big hug, finally letting her relax into her best friend after so long 😢
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Kiss prompts! a soft and unsure kiss + Rulie plz and thank you
Julie halts at the edge of the cave, fanning her tail to really slow their momentum, forcing Flynn into a full stop. She makes a frustrated sound, flipping around gracefully. Her scales glimmer with her gorgeous coloring, a bright burst of orange.
If they go in there, she's going to find a mate for sure, and Julie will be all alone.
Flynn tugs her hand. "Jules, let's go! If we wait, all of the good ones will be gone. And you know we can't wait any longer."
Julie flushes. It's true, but she wishes she didn't have to suffer the shame of the mating trials at all. She'd rather have the automatic exile of refusing to participate.
She could start a new life near the coast, maybe, studying humans. Sure, it'd be just as lonely as watching Flynn from the sidelines, but at least Julie wouldn't be letting or dragging anyone down.
It's all she's done for the last four years.
What's the point? Julie signs. No one will want a mate who can't sing. I'm nearly too old for this, anyway. I could just run instead of enduring all of the humiliation.
"You don't know that, babe. Just because no one in our podunk little grotto is good enough for you doesn't mean one of these mer won't be! They've come from all over. And I know, deep down, that you still dream about this moment."
Julie shakes her head, blinking tears away, but Flynn stubbornly continues, though her voice and eyes have softened.
"I know it's scary. But you have to try, Jules, or you'll never know. You might meet the love of your life! And if you don't, my offer is still on the table."
She shakes her head even more violently.
I can't do that to you. I love you, but I won't tie you down with a claim when there are so many other mermaids you could be courting.
"Okay, okay," Flynn soothes, carefully rearranging some of the flowers in Julie's hair. "Don't ruin all of my hard work. No matter what happens, just—know that you'll always have me, alright? I'm like, the seaweed knot of best friends."
Julie huffs a laugh, smiling ruefully. She squeezes Flynn's hands and gives the world's tiniest nod. She mouths, Okay.
She tries not to stick too close to Flynn once they're inside, but the cave is filled with an overwhelming amount of mer trying to show off their colors, or their voices, or both. A few of the men leer at her, and she shrinks away, sighing in relief when their attention quickly strays to flashier, more willing targets.
Flynn quickly becomes enraptured with a blonde who's garnered a small ring of admirers, probably for her sugary sweet voice and her equally soft pink scales. She's also quite the dancer, and Julie can tell that Flynn is itching to get closer, possibly even to engage, so she nudges her shoulder and tells her firmly to go.
It doesn't take too much convincing, and Julie drifts away before she can linger and mope.
The next thing she knows, a lithe body is barreling into hers, and she lets out a wordless scream.
The other mer twists around her, and she shuts her eyes, trembling in their arms as they collide with the cave wall. There's something incredibly intimate about how their tails have intertwined, and it shouldn't send sparks up her spine, not like this. She squirms, but their hold on her is firm.
Her heart pounds so hard that she doesn't realize they're babbling in her ear, at first.
"Sorry, sorry, I'm so—I wasn't looking, I shouldn't have been swimming so fast but I've been so nervous and—are you hurt? I tried to take most of the impact—"
His voice is sincere and brimming with concern, and she flushes at her folly as she opens her eyes to look at him.
He's pretty, about her age, with bright green eyes and an upturned nose and full lips that have twisted into a worried frown. His dark hair contrasts beautifully with his pale skin and his eyes, and it's fluffy, swirling in the water with a life of its own.
His cheeks are also pink, and she realizes that she's never stopped squirming against him and he smells interested and he must smell that she's also interested and—
It's not that unusual for couples to claim one another out in the open, but she doesn't even know his name. She stops.
Sorry, she mouths. I'm fine. Julie.
His eyes widen, but all she sees in them are more concern and curiosity.
He has very kind eyes.
"Reggie, I'm Reggie. Hi."
He also has a beautiful, kind smile, and it's all he needs to flash at her to fully secure her interest, but she hesitates. Their position is still clouding her senses.
You should know—I don't sing. I rarely speak. I won't make a good mate.
"There's more to being a mer than singing," he says softly, "to being a mate. And we have the whole season to court. Immediate claims make me—uneasy. I've seen a lot of them backfire. But I'd like to court you. Something tells me there's a lot to love about you, and I'd like to find out."
She shouldn't melt so easily, but Flynn was right. Deep down, she's always wanted something ripped right out of a romance.
Something like what her parents had.
So she nods, and when he tilts his head, her heartbeat quickens. Their noses brush as her eyes flutter shut, and his lips are soft on hers, so soft that they're barely there.
Her hand finds his cheek before he can pull away, coaxing him into a deeper kiss.
If she also winds her tail around his a little tighter so he makes a sinful noise, well—it's only fair after he unleashed so much desire within her, unwittingly or not.
#rulie#reggie x julie#kiss prompts#mermaid au#where are these aus coming from who am i#ficlets with ash#julie and the phantoms
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Yenralt plz. Car sex, dirty talking, teasing
This is my first time writing actually explicit m/f smut, so I apologize if this is a little clumsy!
Warnings: semi-public sex, dirty talk, teasing, riding, fingering
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They could have done this in an empty parking lot at night, under the protection of the darkness where they wouldn't have had to worry about being discovered. But, of course, that would have been way too easy, and they liked taking risks way too much- not to mention the horniness that clouded their judgment.
This was supposed to be a simple grocery run, but Yennefer wanted to spice things up a little. It started with her wearing her shortest skirt with those damn fishnet stockings underneath that always drove Geralt crazy. She made sure to always retrieve the products from the lowest shelves, bending over and practically flashing Geralt at every turn.
Geralt thought himself a patient man, but seeing his beautiful wife bending down, her long, shapely legs on display did things to him that were out of his control. He gritted his teeth all throughout, trying to calm himself. Yennefer enjoyed this little game too much, clearly, because she kept grinning at him and brushing against his side, one hand always drifting dangerously close to Geralt's crotch.
"What's wrong, love?" She cooed, caressing Geralt's arm. She leaned close, rubbing her nose against his face. "Bored of shopping? We could always do something else."
"Yen," Geralt tried to warn her, but all his attempts at getting her to behave were futile. Yennefer was on her best game of seduction today, and she always got what she wanted.
"I say," Yennefer breathed, giving Geralt's butt a squeeze, "that we cut this short and get out as soon as we can. Come, on I know you can't wait to fuck me."
Geralt growled. He could never resist Yennefer, no matter how hard he tried: he was already hard in his jeans just from looking at her in that outfit, and her hotly whispered words didn't help.
They nearly gave the cashier a heart attack with how hard they slammed the money down, all but tearing the bagged products off the counter and showing them back into their cart. Yennefer grinned triumphantly all the way to their car, very pleased that once again she was getting what she wanted.
Geralt didn't even have time to push the seat back a little, soon finding himself with a lap full of an eager Yennefer, who grinded her bum against his crotch, her hands finding their way into Geralt's hair.
"Someone's eager, indeed," Yennefer chuckled, rolling her hips forward and into the hardness beneath her. "It's a wonder you didn't come into you pants back there."
She gasped when Geralt gave her bum a short spank, the sting delicious and promising. She loved it when she could draw the beast out of hiding, when she could rile Geralt up so bad.
"I'm gonna fuck you so hard, you'll learn how to behave," Geralt growled. He slipped his hands under Yennefer's skirt, hooking his fingers under those damn stockings. He all but tore them down, along with Yennefer's knickers.
"Oh, but who said you're allowed to?" Yennefer teased. She bit down on Geralt's neck, sucking a hickey into the skin. Geralt's hips shot up on instinct, desperately searching some friction.
"It would be so much fun to leave you hanging," Yennefer giggled, smoothing a hand down Geralt's chest. "To rile you up and deny you the pleasure."
She rolled her hips against Geralt's lap again. She was soaking wet already, staining Geralt's jeans. He moaned under him, his big hands squeezing her hips.
"You're such a dirty minx," Geralt breathed, "I'm gonna ruin you."
"Oh, but who's gonna ruin who here, sweetness?"
Geralt grabbed the back of her head and pulled her down into a bruising kiss. Their tongues and teeth collided wildly, making both their head spin in the most delicious way. Yennefer moaned when a thick, calloused finger pushed into her.
"Right," Geralt smirked, "I promised you I would fuck you, remember?"
"Do it, then," Yennefer breathed, squeezing around the finger inside her, "show me how hard you can fuck me, big boy."
Geralt kissed her again, hungrily licking into her mouth while he pumped his finger in and out of her. Yennefer fumbled with Geralt's belt and zipper, angrily clawing at the material in the way. She gripped his cock not too gently, enjoying the way Geralt hissed and bucked up against her.
Geralt pulled his fingers out of Yennefer and gripped her hips instead, pulling her down and onto his cock. Yennefer felt magnificent around her, tight and warm and so, so wet. He needed to take several breaths to calm himself down, trying not to spill right away.
People were walking by their car, and the knowledge they could see everything going on inside only fueled them on more.
"I wonder what they think," Yennefer laughed breathlessly as she bounced up and down, driving Geralt into her deeper. "What a perverted, nasty couple... but I bet they would like to join us. Would you let one of them fuck me?"
"God dammit, Yennefer," Geralt moaned, burying his face in Yennefer's neck. He willed his hips to stay still, letting Yennefer ride him exactly the way she wanted. He was nearly bursting with desire, clinging onto Yennefer as she rolled her hips down, grinding against his dick.
Yennefer clawed at Geralt's back as the head of his cock brushed against that deep spot inside her. She could feel her orgasm coming soon, building up inside her.
Geralt was getting close, too, his body trembling under Yennefer. His grip on Yennefer's hips tightened, pulling her down and closer.
Yennefer came first, tossing her head back and nearly headbutting the top of the car. She tightened around Geralt like a vice, her hips twisting a couple more times as she rode out her orgasm. Geralt followed soon after, spilling deep inside her.
"I hope we won't be in the news tomorrow," Geralt panted, wrapping his arms around Yennefer and pulling her close to him.
Yennefer only laughed, pressing a kiss to the side of his head. If they would get in trouble for fucking in a parking lot in broad daylight, it would still be worth it.
#yenralt#the witcher fanfiction#my fic#request#the witcher fic#yennefer x geralt#geralt of rivia#yennefer of vengerberg#the witcher
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1 and 86 for supercorp plz!
Historical AU + I Didn’t Mean to Turn You On
Genre: Gothic Drama, 1950’s (if this fic had a soundtrack, it would be headlined by the cover of “Happy Together” by Filter.)
Set in the 1950’s as a The Haunting of Hill House AU, we are introduced to Lena Luthor as a pragmatic scientist investigating a mysterious mansion in Krypton, in which an affluent family suffered an untimely death. The sole survivor, Kara Zor-El—known as Kara Danvers—begrudgingly allowed Lena to conduct her little investigation, so long as Kara was allowed to shadow her.
“No one will admit this house is haunted, doctor,” Kara warned her the first day. “I will not be the first; I will say, however, that it is unsuitable for guests.”
“How so, Ms. Danvers?” Lena probed. “All I see is a house.” And she’d surveyed the scene and found the manor quite unassuming in nature. Its owner, on the other hand, seemed more of a mystery; Kara Danvers wore slacks and a shirt rolled to her forearms like a gardener might wear, and continuously pushed her round-framed glasses up her nose every time she seemed the slightest bit antsy.
The inside of the house was more promising, with winding hallways and endless turns that would find its occupants to emerge in the most unlikely of places. Doors would slam shut without a breeze in the air; fires would light in the fireplace without anyone near; the walls would shake and groan.
Kara did not live in the deserted town of Krypton any longer. She relocated with the Danvers family, who took her in as one of their own; she refused to allow any supernatural anecdotes to be her legacy. Lena respected that, as she had faced generous ridicule of her own right as a woman in her field.
“What notes have you made in your journals, Ms. Luthor?” Kara asked one night, as they lay in front of the fire with a bottle of brandy. This room was supposedly purple in color, but its walls seemed much darker, more sinister. “Has this house exceeded your expectations?”
“Very much,” Lena replied, and she rested her head against her palm and watched as Kara traced a fallen drop of brandy off her wrist with her tongue.
“I would like to clarify,” Kara said all at once, “that my insistence on accompanying you was never to influence your work. So if there is anything damning you might publish, I would not object.”
“Ms. Danvers, I daresay this house is not for the faint of heart, but I have not found proof it is haunted,” Lena said. “I may be the only ghost on its premise, yet.”
And Kara smiled, and unbuttoned the collar of her shirt so as to allow herself to relax, and light from the fire seemed to illuminate her skin. She was an extremely handsome woman, and Lena was drawn to her.
The investigations Lena conducted were simple in nature. She wandered the floors, slept in various rooms, went out to the gardens, visited the tower which she heard was the birthplace of many dark tales of murder and suicide told. She made extensive notes on her observations, and found the house to be much lonelier than she'd imagined.
“My theory,” Lena said, “is that the house might be the catalyst. It is the source of darkness, which entraps anyone who enters. You see—you see?” She traced a jagged cut in the wallpaper giddily, which spelled out welcome home, Lena in blood. “Suppose any tragedy that befalls its victims is the house's doing—”
Kara let her ramble, but her expression was pained, and her gaze hurt. “I thought—perhaps—you were different than the others,” she said. “But this…” And she gazed sadly at the ruined wall, placed her hands in her pockets, and exhaled with a weariness Lena had never witnessed.
“Ms. Danvers,” Lena immediately bristled. “You can't be serious. You believe me to make such jokes all in poor taste? At your expense?”
“I don't know what to believe,” Kara said. “Only that I have been down this road before, and I will not believe in ghosts or demons when a much more reasonable answer is before me.”
“Well,” Lena scoffed. “You've insulted me quite enough. And if you think so little of me, then I shall not remain in your way.”
She could not leave in the dark; no car would come, and she could not admit that she was a bit afraid of driving, herself. So she stayed in her room, and eventually Kara showed up at her door.
“Forgive me,” Kara said quietly. “I believe you, doctor. You are a brilliant woman, and I can freely admit I've been intimidated by your wit. I just couldn't bear the thought of you laughing at me.”
“Laughing at you?” Lena said, and she was dressed only in her nightgown, pressing her hands above her heart to quell its rapid movement. “I would never. You drive me crazy, Ms—” She pauses, then slowly moves closer. “Kara,” she said, and she swallowed thickly. “You don't know what you do to me.”
“To you,” Kara echoed, her gaze wonderous all at once, and she shyly placed her hand upon Lena's waist, only for Lena to trap her hands and clasp them tightly. “I'm sorry if I…overstepped.”
“Oh, I'm sure,” Lena whispered, their mouths just inches apart, and Kara had kissed her before any further conversation could be had.
Later, only after they'd ended up in Lena's bed, Kara had thought to ask if it was alright—if perhaps Lena was unsure. And in response, Lena had simply straddled her, and dragged Kara's hand between her legs, and Kara had apologized for that too in that earnest, crinkled-brow manner; and Lena had gasped for Kara to touch her until, finally, she did.
(All in all, Lena did quite a bit of investigating during her stay after all).
#ok i keep on saying these r hard lol but this was a CHALLENGE#obviously the answer was a thohh au...imagine it more spooky tho#supercorp just HAS the vibe#one day i will finish thohh au i started...ages ago...(unrelated to this one)#ty for the ask anon!!!!#i need a fic tag#trope mashup
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IᑎᖴᗩTᑌᗩTIOᑎ
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ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ʙᴀʀɴᴇs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ: (ANON) Hiya! Could you do smth where the reader is masturbating in her room thinking about Bucky. When then Bucky sneaks in your room hiding from Sam chasing him, he hears you moaning his name and gets flushed but instead of leaving he decides to help you out and show you that the real thing is better than imagining it ? :)) and maybe his POV too ? ☺️ thank you dear. I’d really crave some soft Bucky smut atm.
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: Smut!! Minors dni plz, fluff, soft!dom bucky
ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: thanks for the request; this was supposed to be a blurb but it’s like three thousand words omggg i can’t stopp nfviuapfgvaioufv
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“Where is he?” Sam grabbed the counter and shouted startling the people gathered in the kitchen. Steve spilled his coffee, Wanda threw her apples, and Tony choked on his cereal milk coming out of his nose.
“Who!” Steve said angrily.
“Buck!” Sam growled.
“We don’t fucking know!” Tony yelled as Pepper cleaned him up with a napkin. Sam bolted out of the kitchen down the hall scanning for the soldier.
“Where are you, you fucking metal-armed freak!” he screamed.
Bucky on the other hand had slipped easily past your door; just barely cracking it to see an angry Sam Wilson stomping through the hall in search of Bucky. What for? Well, Sam has this fear roaches; he hates them, absolutely despises even the thought of a cockroach.
Bucky printed and cut out the silhouette of a huge cockroach and taped it to the inside of Sam’s bedside lamp so that when he sticks his hand under the shade, he’ll see the fake roach and hopefully scream in terror; well that was more than successful. Now Sam wanted to beat the shit of him for ruining his morning.
Sam was soon out of sight and Bucky breathed out a breath of relief closing the door completely; locking it just in case Sam tries to come into your room looking for him. You and Bucky were very close, almost too close as Steve would say. He was found with you in your room a lot, whether it’d be playing video games, or eating lunch while watching TV, or listening to music that Bucky missed out on.
He was in your room a lot so he knew you wouldn’t mind the unexpected visit. After you knew about his little prank; you would die of laughter if he told you about Sam’s reaction. Before Bucky turned around, he heard you.
“Buck,” you breathed out.
Bucky’s brows furrowed and when he turned around…
“Holy shit.”
ʜᴏᴜʀs ᴇᴀʀʟɪᴇʀ
“He’s gonna kill you,” you grinned at Bucky. He sat next to you with a pair of scissors in hand cutting out the black silhouette of that god awful roach.
“So worth it,” he smirked.
“You didn’t answer my question though, doll. Why are you up so early? Pretty girls like you need their beauty rest,” he nudged your arm with elbow, making you roll your eyes.
“I just couldn’t sleep. Was tossing and turning all night,” you told him.
“You know my bed is always available for cuddles that'll put you right to sleep,” he winked at you.
“You wish,” you retorted.
“Every night,” he said, making you feel shy.
Bucky smirked to himself knowing how his words affected you. It was no secret that was deeply infatuated with you; but you always declined his advances and he respected that always. But that didn’t mean he stopped his endless flirting; never failed to make you laugh.
“You’re so pretty,” he smiled at you.
“Shut up, Buck,” you shook your head, “I’m gonna head back to my room; try and get some shut eye for at least twenty minutes. Let me know how your little prank goes.”
“Will do.”
You shut your bedroom door and crawled languidly into your bed. You close your eyes and in doing so you’re met with those gorgeous cerulean blue eyes that haunted you every night. You immediately pop back up.
Goddammit, Bucky.
Fuck you and striking eyes. Fuck you and your perfect nose. Fuck you and kissable lips. And strong arms. And your hands, oh your hands… Stop!
Your body erupted into goosebumps and your stomach fluttered just at the thought of him. Fuck the things you’d let him do to you. Why haven't you, you ask? Well he asked you on a date and thinking it was some sort of bet with Sam, because men are assholes and it wouldn’t be the first that happened, you kindly declined.
The next day, Sam and Steve both said they didn’t know he was gonna ask you and had nothing to do with it. So you bolted to Bucky’s room only to find another woman curled to his side in his bed.
“Y/n,” Bucky’s eyes were wide with guilt.
“Hey, uh- I uh, I just wanted to ask um- what you wanted… for breakfast. I’m buying,” you breathed out a nervous chuckle.
“I’m ok-” As soon as you heard those words you bolted out of his room hearing him call your name. You weren’t particularly pissed off, or enraged but it kinda hurt.
Since then however, you don’t think you have seen Bucky even talk to another woman; even at one of Tony’s galas. And he always flirted and joked with you, even more this time than before. You weren’t going to lie, you both loved it and hated it. It gave you confidence while also ruining your panties with just a smile.
Speaking of ruined panties.
You tossed your sheets over and shimmied out of your pajama bottoms. You took your panties off too pulling one side back to shoot it into the laundry basket since those were going to be in desperate need of a wash.
You licked your fingers before pressing them against your burning pussy. You bit your lip stifling your moans as you circled your clit. You imagined Bucky’s hand instead of yours and you imagined him whispering dirty things in your ear.
Your other hand went under your shirt and kneaded your breast softly. You clenched your thighs together approaching your orgasm quickly when suddenly you were a loud scream echo in the building.
You instantly retracted your hand for a second remembering that Bucky had his little prank; Sam clearly found out now. But you soon put that aside and continued thinking about Bucky. He was so perfect; how could anyone look at him and not fall in love? He was so handsome and charming. And his physique. Holy hell, you would give anything to run your hands all over his muscled torso. Kiss up and down his chest and tell him how beautiful he was.
You wanted him pressed against you rutting his hips into you like there was no tomorrow. You wanted to feel his fingers touch you the way you're touching yourself right now thinking about him. You wanted to hear him groan and moan in your ear. You wanted all of him.
“Buck,” you finally moaned out.
“Y/n?”
“Oh god, Buck!” you shrieked grabbing your sheets to cover your modesty.
“Sorry, I uh- I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to barge in,” he stuttered covering his eyes.
“Why are you in here?” you asked him.
“Sam is chasing me and I sought refuge here,” he said.
“You can open your eyes; I’m decent now,” you mumbled.
Bucky slowly brought his hands down looking at you with a guilty expression. He walked up to your bed and sat hesitantly beside you. Your knees were tucked into you and your arms wrapped around them protectively. Heat crawled up your spine and you felt sweaty and embarrassed to be caught so vulnerably, especially by the man whose name you were moaning.
“I’m so sorry,” you said, avoiding his gaze.
“Don’t be, we all do it.”
“I know it’s- it’s still embarrassing,” you mumbled.
“Because?” you stayed silent not really wanting to say it out loud.
“Because you were thinking about me?” Bucky crawled closer to you pulling the sheet from your bare legs gracefully. Your breathing quicken rapidly, your chest heaving up and down.
“You know, I uh- I think about you too; all the time,” he whispered as he dragged his knuckles up your lower leg.
“You don’t have to imagine anymore. I’m right here. Just say the words and I’ll give everything,” he was so close; his fingertips ghosting the sides of your thighs.
“Bucky,” you breathed against his lips, “No, stop.”
Bucky instantly backed away, retracting his hands. He looked at you with confusion and you avoided his gaze once again.
“Buck, I know you just want to sleep with me-”
“Woah what! Did Sam tell you that? Fucking asshole, I’m gonna kill him,” Bucky got up but you pulled his hand back so he’d sit down again.
“No, you- ugh. When you asked me out, a long time ago, I thought you were doing a bet or something with Sam; so I said no to avoid any humiliation. I told Sam and he said he didn’t even know about it, that he had nothing to do with it. So I went to your room to tell you that I liked you back but you were… ‘busy’,” you explained.
Bucky casted his eyes and head down remembering that day vividly. He knew exactly what happened. He asked you out and when you said no he was crushed. He asked Thor if he had any mead with him; it was the only thing that could get him drunk. And he got on a bike and booked it to the closest nightclub.
Bucky finished Thor’s flask and he doesn’t even remember what happened that night. He woke up the next morning with someone in his bed and he freaked. He knew he fucked up and he regretted going out. Suddenly you barged through the door with a beautiful smile on your face but when you saw his unwanted guest, all the sparkle in your face died.
He didn’t see you the rest of the day and it killed him. The woman was nice and actually was very understanding so at least he had that going for him. From that day on Bucky didn’t even look at any other women, let alone give them an ounce of attention. His eyes were simply set on you in hopes one day you’d give him a second chance.
“I’m so sorry, Y/n. I didn’t mean for that to happen. I know I fucked up and if you want me to leave, I will.”
“I’m not mad, we’re not together and you have every right to do that. It just kinda hurt that you moved on so fast,” you chuckled a bit.
“I didn’t! I… I just fucked up. I still want you, not just your body; even though you’re so fucking sexy,” he reached out and squeezed your thigh making you grin, as hard as you tried not to.
“I still think about you all the time. You’re so funny, and beautiful, and sexy, did I mention how sexy you are?” he said, making you laugh.
“Maybe once or twice,” you giggled.
“I don’t want you thinking that I’m using you. I like you a lot. And I know you like me,” he raised his eyebrow making you sheepish.
“Sorry about that again,” you chuckled.
“Don’t be. I can show the real thing instead, all you have to do is say the word,” he brushed his nose against yours. It was so tempting. He was just so irresistible. So all hell went out the window and you caved.
“Please,” you whispered.
Bucky pressed his lips languidly against yours, as if he’d done so a thousand times before. His hand slipped up your inner thigh and you gasped softly into Bucky’s mouth. He pushed his tongue in, swirling it around your and your neck craned back as he kissed you deeper.
His knuckles brushed your wet folds and you shuddered under his touch. His lips trailed down to your jaw and neck as his fingers stroked your folds circled your entrance. You laid back staring up at Bucky who quickly got rid of his shirt before bringing his finger back down to your pussy.
He slowly inserted a finger past your slick folds carfeully watching your face and the pleasure that was overcasted. You bit your lip staring into his eyes and Bucky grew hard simply from that. He pumped his finger in and out of you feeling your thighs wanting to press together from bliss.
“Bucky, please I need more,” you whined.
“Of course, my baby,” he smiled before adding another finger into your entrance. You moaned through gritted teeth feeling already full with just his fingers, you couldn’t imagine his cock. Your shirt had slowly ridden up exposing your belly. Bucky leaned down and kissed your skin, his lips feeling cold in contrast to your hot skin.
Bucky breathed heavy at the sight of you. You were so beautiful and Bucky felt his heart swell. He’s been pining after you for so long and now you were finally here writhing under him in ecstasy.
“You look so perfect, baby,” he whispered.
“Fuck, Bucky, your fingers feel so good,” you brushed your hands through his hair.
“Yeah, you wanna cum? You cum all over my fingers?”
“Yes! Please let me cum,” you arched your chest to the air.
“Come on, my baby. Let go.” You gushed all over his hand, your body spasming as you orgasmed.
“So fucking pretty,” Bucky removed his fingers and brought them up to his mouth, sucking his fingers clean. You moaned at the sight of him licking his fingers and you pulled him into a kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue.
Bucky stood up and discarded his pants quickly grabbing his cock. He walked to you and you replaced his hand with your slowly moving up and down his shaft. You circled your thumb over his swollen tip and you could feel his body tremble in your hand.
“Fucking tease, aren’t ya,” he grabbed your jaw and you smiled cheekily.
He pulled your shirt off your body and his hands instantly went to your breasts, squeezing and pinching making you moan. His erection stood tall against your thigh and you grew needy for him.
“Please, baby. Please, I need you,” you held his face.
“I gotcha, don’t worry. I’m gonna take real good care of my baby. I’m here,” Bucky whispered in your ear.
He slowly pushed into you, his cock stretching you out. You whimpered at the feelin, never having felt so full before. Bucky kissed the skin below your ear as he slowly bottomed out. He stayed that way for a moment and soon you started wiggling your hips desperately asking him to move but he wouldn’t.
“Stop moving, doll. I just wanna feel ya,” he kept his face buried in your neck.
“Bucky,” you breathed out.
“I know baby, you’re fucking tight. Squeezing me already too,” he chuckled.
You continued letting out whines and whimpers and Bucky’s heart nearly exploded. He propped himself on his elbows looking lovingly down at you and moved his hips back before pushing back in. Your eyes fluttered shut at the feeling. Bucky kissed you senselessly, moaning deeply into your mouth. His hips thrusted wildly in and out of you, making your toes curled.
“Fuck, baby girl. You’re taking me so well; such a pretty baby,” he praised.
You couldn’t form proper words; everything fell from your lips when you tried. Bucky is completely ruining you. Rutting into your hips, surely to leave bruises, he grazed your g spot perfectly pulling loud moans from you everytime.
“Ya feel that? Feel how deep I’m fucking this perfect little pussy?” Bucky grabbed your hand placing it on your lower stomach where you could feel his cock poking your hand with each thrust.
“Fuck, baby. You’re fucking me so fucking good, I’m gonna cum,” yoou whimpered.
“Say my name when you do baby. I want everyone in this goddamn building to know you’re mine,” his hips became sporadic.
“Oh fuck; James!” you chanted his real name, surprising Bucky. He wanted you to say ‘Buck’ like you always do but hearing his first name fall from your lips, he only ever wanted to hear you say it reminding him of this very moment forever.
“Fucking hell, baby,” he grunted before spilling inside you. He coated your velvety walls with his hot cum and that was enough to make you fall off the edge too. Your eyes rolled back and your nails dragged harshly down his back. You protruded your chest up to his and Bucky could feel your perked nipples on his skin.
He watched you with pure infatuation. Your face quickly relaxed to a tired and bliss expression. You breathed heavily out trying to settle your breathing. Bucky looked at your lips and captured them on his own one last time before running to your bathroom to clean you up.
“You are so beautiful, my baby,” he whispered.
“Fuck, that was so good,” you said fervorly, pulling his flush against your body by his neck.
“And it’s-” he was interrupted by your phone ringing beside you.
“It’s Steve,” you told him before looking at the time at the top left of your screen. You were twenty minutes late to your morning session with Steve. You gasped covering your mouth with your hand in shock.
“I’m late to my early sesh with Steve,” you laughed hysterically.
“Here, let me,” Bucky grabbed your phone sitting up to talk to Steve.
“Buck no,” you crawled behind him trying to grab your phone but not having the energy to chase his hand.
“Hey, Y/n’s busy.”
You heard a muffled voice, “Doing what, Buck?”
“Sucking my dick,” he said with absolute no hesitation.
“Buck!” you snatched the phone from his hand.
“Sorry, Steve. I got a bit… distracted. I promised I’ll make it up,” you told him.
“First of all, gross. Second of all, I’m happy for you two; you’re good together,” he said.
“Thanks, Stevie. I’ll see ya later.”
“Stevie?” Bucky asked, unamused.
“Oh shut up, Buck. You just embarrassed me telling him I was sucking your dick,” you nudged him.
“You don’t want to suck my dick?”
“Ugh Buck!” you buried your face in your hands.
“Of course I do,” you said, making Bucky tackle you down pressing kisses all over your face.
“Well, this was quite an eventful morning,” he joked.
“It sure was. What do you think happened with Sam?”
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“And he put a roach in my lampshade,” Sam cried, actual tears. Nat was trying her absolute hardest to not laugh as was Wanda; gripping onto each other’s arms in hysteria.
“It’s ok, Sam,” Steve soothed him rubbing his back.
“God, where’s Y/n? We were supposed to start training twenty minutes ago,” Steve grumbled, staring at his watch.
“Call her,” Tony said.
Steve stepped aside and Sam continued to cry telling them how he chased him and he knew he ran into your room but it was locked. Nat and Wanda looked at each other grinning like idiots hoping what they think happened happened. Steve came back with a soft proud smile on face.
“What happened with Y/n?” Tony asked.
“She uh, she had to cancel, but it’s cool,” he looked at the girls who smiled knowingly.
“She’s with Bucky isn’t she,” Sam grunted.
“Yeah, yeah she is,” Steve said, making Sam cry again because he’s not gonna be able to beat the shit of Bucky anymore.
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Happy... Holidays?
(A/N: Lmaoooo it just dawned on me that Christmas is almost here in America so @philistiniphagottini here is something for u~~~ I decided to just stick with my fanfic roots and go back to dmc- hope u don't suffer holiday burnout like I do!!)
"Dante... What the actual fuck is this?"
You stare at the horrific chaos on the table: bottles of expensive liquor half-opened, glasses of said liquor lines up on rows, boxes upon boxes of unopened pizza, and the largest pack of marshmallows you had ever seen in your life. And among the mess sat an equally messy half-demon, dressed in a disheveled Santa Claus suit, the hat hanging precariously on his silvery head.
He gives you a mischievous smile, one that clearly tells you he's not remorseful in the slightest about ruining your nice dinner table. "Happy holidays, babe~ Wanna make some cocktails?"
"Fuck no, you know I don't drink," you huff with a roll of your eyes. "Also, it's only Christmas Eve; Lady and the others won't be here till tomorrow! And you're just starting to ruin my table-"
"Aw, chillax, babes! I'll help you clean up the second we're done!" He grabs you by the hips and snuggles up against you, his stubble tickling your collarbones. "And I know you don't drink; I'm just experimenting with some cool stuff that the others could try tomorrow, and I could just use some advice!"
You sniff the air. "You smell that?"
"Smell what?"
"Smells like your bullshit." You tap him on the nose, and he barely blinks at you in surprise. "I know you're just looking for an excuse to get drunk."
"I'm part demon; I can't get drunk," he mumbles against your skin. "Anyway, you don't need to try the drinks or anything; I already kinda figured out what I wanna give out tomorrow-"
"So you literally just lured me out here for nothing-"
"No I didn't, you came out all by yourself!" He nudges you with his head. "But it's good that you did; let's get to the actual event and roast some marshmallows!"
"I literally just brushed my teeth-"
"Psh, excuses excuses!"
He grabs your hand and drags you over to the kitchen, handing you a prepped skewer, and ignites the old gas stove. You then spend what feels like hours standing there with him, roasting marshmallows on a dying gas stove that Dante has to routinely kick the side of to keep the flames going.
"...Y'know, I haven't done anything like this since my mom died," he suddenly says to you. When you glance up at him in shock, he simply has a nostalgic smile on his lips. ""Didn't really have a reason to. But it's nice, y'know? I've spent so long dwelling on how it ended to remember that there were some good times too." He looks at you, a warm glow on his face that makes your face heat up. "You get me, yeah?"
You blink, and you rule that the heat in your cheeks is simply because of the fire. But you grin at him, and you know what he's trying to say without even a word. "Yeah. I get you."
He blows out the fire on his very burnt marshmallow and shoves the thing into his mouth. "Let's make hot cocoa." And while he busies himself with filling up the kettle and grabbing some chipped mugs, he asks you, "Hey, you got any fun holiday stories?"
"I'm sure I can rack one up. What do you wanna hear?"
"Your family... If you've got any to tell."
Your eyes widen, but you can't help but smile, even if he can't see you. You already know how he feels anyway. "Alright. How about I tell you the one where my dad nearly fought a moose?"
"Sounds good, let's hear it."
So you do, and through it all, you see the corners of his mouth tilt in what was very much a genuine smile.
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A/N: I wrote this while walking on my treadmill and dear god my thighs burn. But holy shit I suddenly thought of this idea and had to write it
Also I know we promised to not write anything but I couldn't resist so plz don't be angry at me oh mighty naga 🥲😅
#devil may cry#dmc dante#dante x reader#happy holidays#whatever u celebrate or don't celebrate#stay safe~~
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HI CAN I RQ A PART 2 WITH THE “CHOOSE” OSAMU SMUT PLZ I WANT TO SEE ATSUMU HURT MORE, T-T but dont force urself tho if u dont want to i just realllyyy love that one :D
Chance | Miya Osamu | Miya Atsumu
Tags; Violence, Smut, Toxic!Atsumu, jealousy, Possessive!Osamu, Boyfriend!Osamu
Part 2 to Choices
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Reality hit you like a train.
You wanted so badly to feel anything but the pain of rejection. How he chose her over you...
The answer was obvious why. She was perfect and beautiful, and you on the other hand, were bland.
Your family wasn’t rich. You had a basic 9-5 that kept you decent.
But when you look at him for comfort, and his eyes stared back at you with this different feeling you never felt with Atsumu. Those warm eyes and a soft smile; those gentle hands holding you close to him.
Atsumu could never.
Whipped cream and strawberries. It was your guilty pleasure and of course Osamu knew where to find you when you disappeared.
“Gotcha!” His arms curl around you, barricading your body to the counter top.
“Geez Osamu! Don’t do that!” You gasp observing the smashed strawberry in your hand. “Look what you made me do.”
Osamu, not breaking eye contact, grasps your wrist bringing your hand to his mouth. Lips kissing on your skin, gradually you palm in sucked on from the side. He slurps the strawberry from your hand, his dominant eyes staring into yours.
“Samu...” you groan looking around the kitchen for an intruder.
“Shh. There’s something else I’d rather be slurping right now.” He moans licking your palm before dropping your wrist all together.
His hands slide down to your hips, pulling you on to the counter top.
“I love it when you wear dresses.” He says into your lips, his hands caressing on each side pushing the loose fabric up.
“Osamu... not here.” You panic seeing him lower himself until finally he’s at level with your legs.
“Shh. No one’s home.” The smirk teases, delicately picking at the self-awareness you had built up. “I’m just grabbing a snack.” His finger hooks your panties to the side, his hot breath waking your bud. You hear him chuckle from below and a slow lick demands your full attention.
“O-Osamu.” You exhale gripping his hair.
“Mmhmm.” His tongue laps your sensitive pussy with purpose. “Fuck... taste so good.”
Osamu grips your hips pulling you into him. Your eyes roll back at you relax your head.
You never imagined yourself getting ate out on the countertop before. Especially not by your ex’s twin brother.
Delicate moans leave your mouth, feeling him grin against your skin.
“That’s right, Baby.” He slurps your slick. “Let me hear you.” His fingers slide into you without prep forcing your gasp.
“Osamu...” Rolling your hips, you feel his tongue flick against your clit, those fingers adding pressure to your core. Your breath is caught and suddenly you’re gripping his hair. “Mmm come here.”
He stands straight attacking your neck. “I wanna fuck you, Baby. Right here.” Light nibbles and a strong bite, he tears into your neck leaving a bruise.
“Mmm. Samu... you’ll leave a mark.”
“I know...keep my greedy brother’s hands off you.” He reaches into his shorts, pulling his stiff cock out. “Bastard...”
Osamu grazes his head against your slick lips earning a whimper.
“Is it safe here? What if he comes home?”
“He’s not gonna come home.” He whispers in your neck, burying his cock inside your cunt
“Samu... I-” you choke on your gasp feeling him inch by inch.
“Mmhmm. Good girl. Let me fill you up. Take me whole.”
Osamu lets his hips roll into you one at a time, watching your reaction each time he bottoms into you. Tiny whimpers break from your tongue and he smirks.
“You’re so cute.” He bites your lower lip and you follow suit with your tongue in his mouth. His hands grip your thighs, he wants nothing more than to break you. Your obvious hushed moans are provoked by Osamu tugging your strands.
“Let me hear you, Baby.” He grabs your ass pulling you into him. “I love the sounds you make.”
Your ass on the edge, you feel him slip in and out of your cunt, his arms guiding you on his cock.
“You’re so tight. Fuck. Come here.” He sets you down, spreading you over the counter top. “Mmm yes. You’re so pretty, Baby.”
Osamu pushes your dress up your hips, smacking his into yours.
The clapping echos throughout the kitchen, his praises being heard through the door shutting and keys being dropped on the counter in the hall.
“Right there...” You cry out grasping his arm. “Don’t stop.”
Your head bobs in unison with his hips, your jaw dropping leaving you speechless.
“Yeah? Right there Baby? Mmm Cum for me.”
His smacks grow rapidly in speed, he grips your hair from behind heeding you.
“Does it feel good, Baby?” His lips are inches from your ear. Your lip tucks into your teeth as you nod in compliance, Your walls tightening around him. “Mm Baby yes. Cream on my cock.”
Your heart races against your chest and he buckles down on you, arms clamping over yours. His body twitches and he pulls out, hot streams of cum spewing without control.
“Fuck Baby. Your cum is...” His pants with his fingers scooping your thick cream. His smirk grows as his brows rise. “Shit Babe... I...” He pulls your dress over your head exposing your wet panties and matching bra. “Go get yourself cleaned up, Sweetie. I’ve made a mess.”
“You made a mess? Osamu!” You cross your arms and he chuckles pulling his shirt over his head.
“Shush. Put this on.” He winks slipping it over your head. “This looks better on you, anyway.”
Osamu pulls your hair out and turns you to the bedroom. “Go ahead. I’ll clean up.” He playfully smacks your ass, kissing the tip of your nose.
Into Osamu’s bedroom, you find shorts on the bed he wore last night.
The door shuts behind you, and you’re thrown on the bed.
“I love your pretty moans. The way they echo in my house as you fuck my brother. Tell me, what does it feel like to be a whore?”
Blonde hair and arms pinned at each side of your head, you catch your breath seeing Atsumu.
“Atsumu...”
“Oh so you still use my name? Does it taste good?”
“Shut up.”
He smirks and kisses you, his lips lingering at your touch. “Does it taste good?”
“Atsumu get off. This is your fault.”
“My fault? You’re fucking My brother.”
“Yeah after you threw me away. You abandoned me. You did this to yourself.” You struggle underneath his weight and he smirks.
“Your pretty moans has me hard. You know you want to touch it.” He smirks and you roll your eyes.
“No I want you to get off.” You chuckle under him and he clicks his tongue.
“Tell me, whore, who’s the better fuck?”
“What’s your problem? Why are you doing this?” You glare at him and he sighs.
“I’m lonely.” He rolls his eyes in sarcasm. “Because I can. I know how you are. You’ll fuck anyone.”
Your glare is solid with your teeth grit.
“How about we call Suna... or Kita? Hell the whole team needs a reunion. Let’s go?” He leans up to grab his phone when he’s thrown off completely, slammed against the ground and grey hair on top of him.
“Who the hell are you to talk to her like that?” The sounds of smacks and thuds are enough to make you want to leave. “No wait. Stay.” Osamu looks up from atop his brother wiping the blood from his knuckles. The smirk he wears blends with the blood on his teeth.
“You’re a piece of shit, Atsumu.” Osamu sits up exposing his brother’s bloody nose and busted lip. “Don’t touch her again. Don’t talk to her. You had your chance and you lost it.”
Osamu stands and drags his brother to his feet. “Just leave her alone. Don’t pin this on her because you’re jealous.”
“Jealous? Of you? Do you know who i am? Everyone knows who I am. But what about you, Little Brother? Run some shop downtown and fuck my leftovers. Do you feel satisfied? Is this really what you wanted?” Atsumu chuckles spitting his blood on the floor. “I hope she’s worth it. Ruining everything we had over some whore.” He walks past Osamu who nearly attacks him again, though you grasp his arm by surprise.
“Don’t Osamu. He’s not worth it.”
But deep down, you knew this wasn’t the end of Atsumu and his rage.
#haikyuu smut#osamu miya smut#miya osamu smut#hq osamu#Osamu#atsumu miya smut#atsumu headcanons#toxic Atsumu#osamu miya
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Bambi
A/N: omgomgomg HELLO ISTG I AM NOT DEAD!!! Been thinking of writing for a while but ya girl is in college now, doing big girl tingz 💅🏻 here’s some hendery for you because he is my new muse atm, was def inspired by baekhyun’s new song bambi :)
warnings: unprotected sex (be careful and be protected at all times plz), oral female receiving, fwb, cumplay sorta, hendery x fem!reader, slight fluff????
word count: 1354
You’re so precious, I can’t take it
You are dreamy, Bambi, Bambi
Hendery resembled all those things. Preciousness, dreaminess, and tenderness. You absolutely couldn’t handle it. Gazing into his doe like eyes and hearing that laugh was a drug. Music to your ears, art to your eyes. You wouldn’t put anyone on a pedestal, but Hendery? He belongs on the throne of your heart.
There’s no definitive label on your “relationship.” It was more than friends and felt like lovers, but it wasn’t quite there. You don’t care if it doesn’t develop more. As long as you get to appreciate the time spent with him in the present is what matters most. A label feels trivial at this point.
You’re sure that it’s just lust with a side of camaraderie that fuels your need for him. It’s the time spent so often with each other that makes you want more, more, and more. It’s when you’re both on the couch of your home on your phones when he reaches over to your cunt, eyes glued on his phone still, with his hand grazing against your heat. Thumb rubbing your clit in circles, fingers pressed against the lips of your pussy.
You put your phone down on your thigh, look over to see the side of his face. He’s smiling softly at his phone.
“Hendery, what do you think you’re doing?”
He smiles a little wider, his hand still doing its ministrations on you. Still looking at that damn screen. You start getting needy, wanting all of his attention, all of him pressed up against you, and then some.
“Nothing much, really. Just felt like feeling you. Just because I can.” Hendery says. He stops his movement and looks at you right in the eyes, smile softening, eyes leveling down to your lips. He leans over, hand going inside your short pajama shorts and over your underwear, and runs slow circles. His head is resting on your shoulder, and he lets out a breath that he was holding in. He was contemplating on leaning over out of the blue and just feeling you. Just because, because why not?
You grab his hand gently and pull it away from your crotch. You bring one leg over his lap so that you’re straddling him. You bring his hands to grip at your ass, and you cup his face in your small hands. You graze your nose against his nose and close your eyes. You start grinding agonizingly slow against his bulge, and he stares at you intently with lidded eyes that haze over with a carnal lust. Then, you kiss him sweetly. He can taste the mango lip balm on you- so, so soft. Almost as soft as your velvety walls whenever he pushes his cock in you. The thought alone makes him moan breathily into the kiss, and you decide to take this opportunity to brush your tongue into his mouth when he parts his lips.
Each second passes by in slow motion. Being with Hendery like this feels like paradise on earth, and time seems to decrease in pace. You savor the feeling and lock it in the recess of your mind so you can remember the exact moment and feeling, and smile without realizing it when you do think of it.
Hendery regretfully pulls away just to say his sappy sentiments.
“Ever since I kissed your lips I couldn’t shut up about the feeling.” He says while gazing into your eyes with the utmost affection. You giggle.
“You want to fuck me so bad you look stupid.” You say softly, while smiling that devilish grin of yours. To this, he giggles too.
“You make me feel stupid. Like a stupid fool that wants to get between your legs.” He says as his warm and comforting lips press against your neck, and you tilt your head back and hum. It was more like a moan, but it felt so melodic to Hendery, he considered it as a hum.
For some reason, Hendery felt extremely cuddly and affectionate today. He lifted your shirt and attached his mouth to your nipple, sucking and tugging it with his teeth gently.
“Fuck, Hendery.” You whine. He switches to your other nipple, and the cold air hitting your now wet and free nipple makes it hard. He detaches his mouth from your nipple and kisses the valley between your breasts, looking up at you, maintaining eye contact. It felt like he was all yours and that he belonged to you in this very moment. You look down and kiss the crown of his head while he nuzzles himself in between your breasts.
“I’m more of an ass guy but your boobs are something else.” He praises. You tug at his hair so he looks you in the eye. Hendery always has something to say that would normally ruin a moment like this, but there’s no seriousness when you’re making out and feeling each other up like this. You guys are companions always, and companions always laugh together. You grin, and litter pecks all over his gorgeous face.
“Hendery?” You ask quietly.
“Yes love?” He responds.
“Make love to me.” You gently say. To that, Hendery whisks you away off the couch and you cling onto him like your life depends on it. Hendery holds you tight while your legs are wrapped around him, and walks through the small hallway to your bedroom.
When he laid you down on the bed, you felt so cared for. When he went down on you and ate you out like you were his last meal, you felt desired. More than desired- you felt loved. He discarded your clothing first and his second. He kissed you deeply while he entered his cock into you. You mewl at the feeling.
He’s thrusting and panting and all you can do is think about how cute he looks when he’s so concentrated on making you feel good. He’s getting sloppy with his thrusts but it always reaches your sweet spot. The lewd sound of skin against skin and the sloshy slick between you and his cum mixing just feels so naughty and dirty.
You felt like a little whore being ravaged like this, but it felt so good you didn’t care. You feel yourself unravel on his cock and all you can do is repeat his name over and over again, and whine loudly for him and only him. You feel him coat your walls with white warm ribbons. He pulls out slowly and you feel his cum and your essence oozing out of you. He swipes his fingers against your hole to gather the cum, and stuck his fingers in your mouth for you to suck on. You hollow out your cheeks and lick and suck. Hendery could just cum again at the sight but you already milked out what’s left of him.
There’s more dripping out of you and he has a taste for himself. He leans down and puts the flat of his tongue against your cunt to clean you up. You being sensitive from the overstimulation, shiver and mewl once again. Hendery can’t help but suck on your clit just to mess with you, because he can. He enters his tongue into your hole and you shake even harder.
“Baby stop please. I can’t take it anymore.” You pant.
He gives your clit one last slow and long lick. He has each elbow on either side of your head to hold his weight and dips down to deliver you a kiss. You can taste yourself, and you could almost drool at just how filthy the whole thing is. You wrap your legs around his torso and Hendery puts all of his weight on top of your body. You stroke his hair while he interlaces one of his hands with your free hand.
You close your eyes and savor the moment. The sun sets slowly and you feel your heart swell.
I don't want to wake up from this dream, keep this tempo
I hope the sun doesn’t rise while I keep my eyes closed.
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