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yuujispinkhair · 2 months

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Boyfie Sukuna picking you up from your late shift

A while ago, a sweet anon sent me an ask about protective boyfie Sukuna picking up reader from a late shift, and I loved it so much because I would have really needed him too when I was still doing late shifts. So here is a little drabble about Kuna picking us up from work. I hope you enjoy it 💗

Modern!Sukuna x Reader (female). Fluff. Word Count 900. Mentions of smoking. Minors don't interact. Dividers @/benkeibear

"Ok, let's do this," you mutter to yourself as you push open the heavy back door, trying to hype yourself up and steeling yourself for the darkness that will await you outside of your workplace at this time.

You hate your late shifts when you're the only one left in the building and have to use the exit in the back. Your pulse already speeds up at the thought of having to walk down the dimly lit back alley to reach the main street and the subway station.

But you have no other choice, and so you step out the door and into the dark alley. And immediately jump when a low voice drawls,

"Hey, princess."

You dart around with a hand clutched to your chest and your eyes wide, even as your brain begins to register that you know this voice. And, of course, your gaze lands on a very familiar tall, muscular figure with a beautiful, tattooed face and slicked-back pink hair.

Sukuna.

He is leaning casually against the brick wall, one hand shoved into the pocket of his black jeans, the other bringing a half-smoked cigarette to his lips. He smirks around the cigarette, maroon eyes looking amusedly at you.

"Did I scare you?"

You glare at him, even as you feel a huge relief wash over you. Relief and that all-too-familiar fluttery feeling in your stomach that you always get when you see your boyfriend.

"Kuna! What the... yes, you scared me! What are you doing here?"

Sukuna exhales slowly, watching you through the cigarette smoke with those beautiful cat-like eyes as he shrugs and smirks that devilishly attractive smirk,

"Making sure my girl gets home safely, of course."

You can't stop the big, happy smile from spreading over your face. This side of your boyfriend always makes you so weak for him. This sweet side of Sukuna that contradicts everything the people who told you he wouldn't be good for you said.

Yes, your boyfriend has a bad boy reputation. But yet, here he is, picking you up after your late shift without you having to ask for it. So protective and caring when it comes to you.

"I'm glad you are here, baby."

You smile and get on your tiptoes to kiss Sukuna's tattooed cheek, feeling the anxiety you felt earlier leave you completely. When Sukuna is with you, you know you are safe.

Sukuna grins as he flicks his cigarette away and wraps one strong arm around you to pull you against his tall body. His lips brush against your forehead in a quick but tender kiss.

"Let's go home, princess. Dinner is waiting for you."

"You already cooked too? Are you practicing to become a househusband, Kuna?"

You grin up at Sukuna playfully, and he laughs, but he sounds very pleased when he replies in that sexy, velvety voice,

"For you? Always."

He winks at you and offers you one of his muscular, tattooed arms as if he is a knight or an actor in a 1950s rom-com. And you take Sukuna's arm and hold on to him as you walk down the dimly lit alley together.

Usually, you are scared to walk down this narrow, dark street. But not tonight. Not when you are holding onto Sukuna's arm, your hand wrapped tightly around his bulging tattooed biceps, his tall, strong body so reassuringly brushing against your side.

The dark alley and the nightly city have lost their scariness now that Sukuna is with you and tells you about the dinner he cooked for you and how he beat his brother at a video game they were playing earlier.

You know you are safe when Sukuna is with you. Even the two sinister-looking guys loitering around at the end of the alley quickly leave after casting one look at Sukuna's tattooed face and his tall, muscular body.

You smile and snuggle against Sukuna's warm body, thinking that there are definitely certain benefits to dating a bad boy.

You reach Sukuna's car shortly after, and he holds open the passenger door for you while smirking that sexy, boyish smirk, always acting like an old-fashioned gentleman when it comes to you.

You watch him while he drives, one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting on your thigh, interlacing his long tattooed fingers with your smaller ones.

And you can't stop smiling from ear to ear. Sukuna cooked dinner for you. He came here to pick you up. And you know that he's turning up the heating in his car just for you. He runs on the hot side and doesn't need it. But he's doing it for you, just like he is doing so many little and big things for you all the time. Anything for you, without you ever having to ask for it. Because he loves you.

It makes your heart feel so full.

You lean across the center console at the first red light, pressing another sweet kiss to Sukuna's cheek. But he turns his face so your lips end up on his. You feel his grin against your lips as his large hand captures your chin, cupping it firmly, holding you in place so he can deepen the kiss, licking into your mouth with a few playful flicks of his pierced tongue before he pulls away again.

You smile, your fingers tightening around Sukuna's hand, which is back in your lap,

"Thank you for picking me up, baby."

You see the corners of Sukuna's lips lift in a matching smile even while his gaze is fixed on the street before him, and his voice sounds playful but warm at the same time,

"You're welcome, princess. From now on, I'll pick you up every time you have a late shift. There's no way you're walking through dark alleys without me."

Protective boyfie Sukuna makes me SWOON aaaahhhh. Honestly, this gave me such a feeling of safety. In my old job, I had to do late shifts, too, and I was so scared walking down to the train station and waiting for my train because all those sinister-looking men were already starting to crawl out of their holes, and I felt very unsafe there. Protective boyfie Sukuna would have made me feel SO safe.

I hope this could give you comfort, too 💗💗 Thank you so much for reading!! Comments and reblogs would be very sweet.

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i-have-a-wonky-eye-too · 2 years

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hey can u write a fic where innocent y/n is having tingly feelings *down there* and her daddy bucky makes the tingles go away 😘😇

Not sure if this is what you wanted but this is what I came up with.

Biker!Daddy!Bucky Barnes x innocent!babysitter!reader (established relationship)

Warnings: 18+ readers only, swearing, fingering, unprotected sex, public sex, pet names, daddy kink, Biker Bucky, innocent/shy reader

To some, James Bucky Barnes was the scariest man you could cross. He was six foot plus of pure muscle, covered in tattoos, piercing and scars. If you looked at him or anyone in his club the wrong way and you were sure to get his fist up the side of your head.

Except you.

You were one of the very rare things in his dark life that brought him light. He was puty in your delicate innocent hands. You saw everything he was and still found more to love and that's why James Bucky Barnes loved you. You didn't run from the scary biker like others did. You wrapped your arms around him and kissed him deeply making his knees weak.

The sound of an excited squeal drew the attention of everyone working in the garage, putting smiles on their faces as they saw you and Sarah skipping towards the open door. That was something Bucky loved about you. You were great with Sarah, and any kid that was in your care. It brought something out in him he never thought he'd feel. He wanted that, with you.

"I'll see you later, Buck." Steve smiled as he patted his shoulder before he walked off to scoop his little girl, Sarah, out of your arms.

Bucky grinned as he watched you, wiping sweat off his brow with a dirty rag as he watched Sarah tell her daddy all about the fun things the two of you had done today.

When you looked up biting your bottom lip and met Bucky’s gaze, he didn't miss the subtle squeeze of your thighs and the way your eyes dilated as your nipples pebbled through the thin dress you were wearing. Oh, you wanted your daddy.

Bucky smirked to himself as he walked up to you, "I'm almost done, pretty girl, then we can go home. Okay?"

You nodded with a gulp. "Okay." You whispered, smiling softly up at him.

When he turned away from you without giving you a kiss, he heard the needy whine that came from you, making him smirk even more. All he had to do was put away his tools and wash up, before locking up but he could tell by the way your eyes followed his every move, you wouldn't last much longer.

He watched you out the corner of his eye as you licked your bottom lip, practically ogling the car in front of him like you would if he had his cock out. He smirked to himself. He knew the rev of an engine got you all hot and bothered. He'd seen or rather felt the way you practically rubbed yourself against the back of his bike as he reved it between your legs. He had to admit, it was certainly a fantasy of his for him to fuck you over the back his bike until you made mess.

"Sexy, right?" He nodded at the car in front of him.

You gulped and nodded. "It certainly is."

"You can rev her up if you like, baby." He smirked at you.

Your cheeks burned as you shyly looked away from him. All this time together and he could still make you shy.

"I know how you like that." He dropped the lid of his tool box closed with loud clang making you jump. "Or..." He slowly stalked his way up behind you and placed his now clean hands on your hips. "If you like," He whispered, gently trailing his fingers over your hips until he came to the hem of your dress.

Your breath caught in your throat as Bucky's fingers pressed against the moist material of your underwear. He smirked against the skin of your neck as he slowly circled your bundle of nervous.

"I could bend you over the hood and fuck you." He lightly nipped against the shell of your ear as he pressed a little harder against your clit. "Cause that's what you really want, ain't it, baby girl?"

You shook your head as you bit on your lip.

"Don't lie to me." Bucky growled and began smirking when you quickly nodded your head. "Say it." He demanded and pulled his hand away from you.

You gulped. "I want it." You begged.

Bucky let out low growl as he reached up and wrapped his hand around your throat, "Say it properly."

You whimpered as he pulled your panties aside and the cool air hit your wet lips. "... I want it, daddy." You whispered. "Please."

"Good girl." He pressed two of his fingers against your clit making you groan. "Need ya' to come first, baby girl. Or I ain't gonna be able to slide right in." He lightly bit your earlobe making you moan deeply.

Bucky ran his fingers down your slit and back up, circling your clit a couple of times before repeating the action. Your hands held tightly onto his forearm that laid just under your breasts as he slipped his fingers inside of you pussy.

"Don't hold back on me, beautiful. Let me hear those sweet moans." Bucky smirked.

You shook your head, "Bu-But... the door, daddy..." You let out a soft moan as Bucky pressed his thumb against your clit.

Bucky chuckled, "Exactly, baby girl. I want everyone to hear." He said adding a third finger making you moan even louder. "Fuck. You like that, don't ya?"

You nodded. "Yes!" You cried out as he curled his fingers just right.

"That's it, baby girl." Bucky praised you as he fucked you with his fingers. His other hand found your nipple through your dress and began pinching it as he kissed the length of your neck.

Your eyes rolled back as your orgasm broke with a deep moan, "OH GOD, Bucky!" Your nails dug into his skin.

Bucky pulled back with a smirk, carefully pulling his soaked fingers from you and laid you over the hood of the car. He licked his fingers and moaned deeply at your taste. "Fuck, baby, you're my favorite taste."

Bucky quickly pushed his pants and briefs down to free his heavy hard cock, using his spit and precum to lube his cock as he pushed your dress up over your ass. He pushed your panties to the side before brushing his tip through your lips, the two of you hissing at the contact.

"Ready, beautiful?" Bucky asked softly as he took hold of your hips firmly.

You nodded with a whimper.

"Need ya' to say it, baby." Bucky said as he dragged his cock back and forth through your pussy lips.

"Please. Need it, daddy." You whimpered.

Bucky pushed the head of his cock inside of your wet pussy, pulling deep moans from both of you until he was fully inside you. "Fuck. Your pussy was made for me." He growled feeling your cunt squeeze him as he stayed still inside of you.

You let out a low whine, "Bucky,"

He smirked to himself, "What, darlin'? Tell daddy what you want." He let out a small chuckle as you wiggled your hips. "Tell me." He ordered, squeezing your hips.

"MOVE! Please!" You begged looking at him over your shoulder with a pout. "Please, daddy."

Bucky let out a low growl. "Hold on, beautiful."

Bucky began to move at a brutal pace, filling you full over and over as he squeezed your hips. You moaned loudly as Bucky hammered into you. He let out deep groan as your cunt squeezed around his cock, sucking him back in. The garage filled with the sound of wet skin slapping skin and the sound of springs creaking as the car moved under the weight of Bucky fucking you hard and fast as he growled like a wild animal.

"Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes." You chanted. Your fingers trying to find somewhere to hold on to as Bucky's cock hit deep inside of you.

"That's it, baby. C'mon. Cum for daddy." Bucky delivered three hard slap to yours ass cheek with a devilish grin. Your cried of pleasure going straight to his cock as he fucked you even harder. "GOOD GIRL!" Bucky praised as you screamed in pleasure and made a mess of him.

"FUCK! Bucky, please, daddy, can't, more." You babbled on as Bucky thrust a couple more strokes inside of you before he came with a loud moan.

"FUCK!" Bucky reached up and turned your face towards his so he could press his lips against yours, slipping his tongue into your mouth. "You just needed daddy, didn't you baby girl?" He asked with a smirk as he rested his forehead against yours.

You bit your bottom lip shyly and nodded.

Bucky pressed a kiss to your forehead as he carefully pulled out of you. "Did I hurt you, sweet girl?"

You shook your head. "No, I'm okay," You smiled softly as Bucky pressed another kiss to your cheek and helped you rearrange your clothes. "I hope I didn't scratch the car." You frowned as you looked back at the hood.

Bucky smiled as he put himself away. "Don't worry 'bout it, doll."

"But what if it is scratched?" You worried.

Bucky perched himself on the hood of the car and spread his legs as he pulled you to stand in front of him. "Then I'll remember the reason why it's there and smile... And get hard." He chuckled as you blushed.

"I don't follow, Bucky." You looked up at him through your eye lashes innocently.

Bucky smiled at you lovingly as he reached up and brushed your fallen hair behind your ear. "It's mine, doll." He smirked, "I bought it this morning."

Your mouth hung open. "You what? Why?" You brow furrowed in the cutest way.

Bucky smiled at you, "I'm sick of ya' driving that piece of shit car, Y/N." He wrapped his arms around your waist. "I want you to be safe, especially since you're driving, Sarah, around so much and you will be with this."

"You can't just give me a car, Bucky." You frowned at him as you folded your arms across your chest.

Bucky's smile stretched onto a grin. "See, I knew you'd say that, so that's why we're gonna share it, doll."

You scoffed, "Oh? How? We live in different areas, Buck." You raised your eyebrow at him.

Bucky nodded with a hum, "I guess... The only solution is... You'll have to move in with me." He began grinning at you again. "Wha'cha say doll? Wanna live with daddy?" He raised his eyebrow at you with a smirk.

#Biker Bucky Barnes #Biker Bucky Barnes x reader #Biker Bucky Barnes x reader smut #Biker!Daddy!Bucky Barnes x innocent!reader #Biker!Bucky Barnes x reader smut #Daddy!Bucky Barnes #Bucky Barnes x reader smut #Sebastian Stan

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futurebellyache · 1 year

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Syntra the Devious Goblin (Fatal Vore with Goblin Girl Pred)

"Where Zorble?"

She could hear them. Two other goblins chatting. Her back arched in euphoria. Her kinsman was battling the hell in her guts, while his friends sought him out. Her pink hair swayed messily and hid a single eye as she did her best to silence her lustful breathing. Her growing chest rests atop her writhing belly. It was as big as she was, a simple glance would reveal just what lay inside her taut green skin.

"Did he go find food? Lotsa others go. Supplies short this winter."

Syntra thumbed the green flesh of her bare belly, resting atop the leafy bedding of her meal. He screamed for help. It vibrated her stomach walls but couldn't escape, a strange perk of her new capabilities. Nothing could escape her insides, except for the rotten bits nobody would seek. But their flesh and the soul inside it were hers. Though she was delighted that she could still hear them herself. It always made her feel so… strong! An overwhelmingly wondrous sensation for somebody who had been so weak before.

"Times tough, very much… Except Syntra. She thick now. She was scrawny just other week!"

Her lips twist into a smirk, she remembered her old self. That pitiful shell of a creature. Unheathily skinny, dressed in scrap. Too weak to properly feed herself, too stupid to know how to improve…

Now she was different.

"She changed after eating weird pot. Now she supa sexy! Did you see her ass? Even chief stare! Think he make her concubine?"

She almost laughs out loud, as if she would sleep with that pathetic man. He was on her list of meals. Though… the whole clan was on there. But he was high up. A top fiver. Excluding all the crossed-out names.

"Nah. She too fiesty. Well, now at least. Old Syntra would fuck for bread, new one is kind of scary. Though… maybe that not bad in woman. Maybe me should make move?"

Oh god, she's struggling to keep it all in. She just haaad to eat them. Let them take a wondrous bath in her belly. Let it take everything from them. She almost understood why the humans were so cruel to her kind. Not that she would ever forgive them. But her distaste for humanity would not save those in her clan.

She sits idly, the goblins outside this private room seem to have walked too far to listen to now. She is alone, with the half-melted goblin in her belly. Hot acrid air rolls across her tongue as she lets out an excited hhhuuooOOUURRRP. Sweet pent up relief as something inside squelched into mush. Her meal succumbing? The legs breaking apart? Maybe they were mostly a meaty stew now? Who knew. Her hands softly run across the taught orb.

“I can feel it… that niggling little thing deep in there. Your very essence… give it to me. Let it become one with mine~”

Her eyes glow dark as her stomach gurgles to life. Though not with traditional digestive might. A faint glow eminates from her guts. A dim light mixed in with everything else. Her gaze focuses on it… and watches it unravel. Break apart into small whisps. Another of her new traits. Though, even Syntra only had a partial clue of what had happened to her to let her do… this. No, only one figure in the whole process understood what was happening.

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Several weeks ago, in a desperate bit of hunger, the lesser goblin Syntra devoured a random pot she found while exploring the wild. It wasn't tasty. or very appealing, but it did fit between her lips. And she was just that desperate. Her rubs were visible and her breathing was ragged. She needed sustenance, desperately.

But, it had been a magical artifact. Sealing a demon. And it's prison had melted under the goblin woman's digestive assault. It was delighted to be so close to freedom after so long. It had not been how he had expected to be released, but none would need know of the wretched goblin guts that had released him. All he needed to do was to wait for the pot to dissolve and the magics binding it to break with it.

But, they weren't broken. Instead, they were absorbed by the organ itself. She was treated like the container itself. Binding magics forbidding the demon from escaping her. Not even with the digested remnants of pot she disposed of days later.

But, he was inside a creature. And mortal creatures were far easier to manipulate. His corrupting magics echo through her meager being. Commanding her flesh to seek out food. Any food. It belonged to her. It meant nothing outside of her.

Seeds, carrots, whole chicken legs. They all were swallowed whole by Syntra. But it wasn't enough. It was never enough. Whole chickens, entire watermelons, the neighbors son-

She just couldn't help herself. He had looked so delectable. And so… bite sized. She devoured him as easily as any other meal. Hell, the watermelon had been harder to swallow considering its width. She almost doubted any goblin in her small cave hometown would give her gut any trouble…

And the demon inside was pleased. Her hunger had reached that critical point. Her kin meant nothing to her. The shallow creature's mind was already seeking more of her clansmen to reduce into a simmering sludge the demon bathed in. She had tormented the poor boy as he melted, eagerly crunching his soft limbs against the walls as she taunted him with the news of what she planned to do to his family. Her cruelty pleased the demon. And he absorbed the boy's soul for strength. Strength enough to break free

The boy was missing, and Syntra's hips had widened. The boy's mother went missing, and her tits went up a cup. The father went missing, and her thighs thickened. Every meal made her more tempting to her fellow goblin. Every soul strengthens the creature.

But something unexpected happened. The demon had been bound as a spiritual essence in her stomach. But… he was diminishing. It had been meager at first. But impossible to ignore now. Smothered in the unpleasant embrace of a puddle of goblin goop, he felt the walls around him stealing the strength he had taken from the creature's soul.

He was fading. And he couldn't do anything about it. A once mighty demon would be dissolved into… something by the very creature he’d wished to control.

Every goblin kin Syntra crushed in her guts. Every ounce of terror she instilled in them as they hopelessly battled the peristaltic movement of her gut, and the acids bathing them in caustic hell, it all just siphoned through the creature and directly back into her.

Her biology had changed to accommodate the demon, one of the unique traits of a goblin was their potential and adaptive digestive system. One of the reasons you can see goblins in any climate. And now… he would just be another tally on her belt. Another soul nestled beneath her flesh.

And Syntra could not have been happier with her growth as a woman. Her hand sensually rubbed across her curves. Especially her tummy. The organ that was always begging to be filled, always ready to dispose of the idiots around her. And their taste when they were terrified, pathetically sobbing, and begging… those were the moments that delighted her most. That euphoric sensation of pushing another creature to their limit.

Those extreme emotions fueled the demon, but not for their own means. The creature now was bonded to the goblin's gut. Entwined in the same binding magic that had kept him trapped. Creating something new. An organ capable of processing the physical and spiritual matter entirely, absorbed into Syntra's body and soul. Though this process had a heavy caloric cost. But that was easily offset by the fact she was devouring creatures whole. Which is why only tiny amounts of fat were ever kept from her prey.

But, she had consumed a majority of her village. The remainders were terrified. They could no longer trust each other. Something strange was happening, and any one of them could be the culprit. Perhaps if they had investigated the chamber pots of the missing, they may have discovered what was happening.

Syntra runs her finger tips across her belly. Soon she'd have them all. They would all be hers.

Every.

Last.

One.

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"How does it feel, chief! Knowing after all the effort you spent leading and guiding all our kinsman, that I'd devour them all up in but a month."

She pressed her quivering gut against the wall. He was the last one. The one who bore all the responsibility for overseeing their people's safety. She could taste the negative emotions swelling into the demon, and into her. He was full of regret, overcome with grief, and unready to accept his end.

Crrnnncch

But, he would have no choice but to face it. She was going all out. Making a point, and also testing, by melting him into sludge as fast as she could. She had gained lots of control over her gut. And a few other magical benefits. Truthfully, she didn't know why. But she also hardly cared. They were a means to an end, his end.

"Aahhh… Gonna cry? Feel free. You're simmering in your wife, after all. And she was muuuch tastier than you. Or is that your concubine? I can't tell anymore. They looked the same after they spent a night with me… Ah, don't cry. You'll die together. Inside me. That pathetic goblin you barely fed. Now look at me. I'm above every last one of you. You're just food. Undeserving of respect, and useless until you find your place, swaying with the rest of our clan."

A few more cracks and shattering noises ring out as her belly softens during her taunts. Truthfully, she preferred to watch them melt slowly. But seeing them scream under the overwhelming pressure of being destroyed in… it seemed harshly a minute. He was a broken figure, sliding deeper and deeper into her digestive pit…

BWWOOOUURRARRRPP

Until it all crushes in and breaks him. The chief is obliterated, replaced with only worthless meat chyme that will settle into Syntra at her own pace.

She smiles, drumming her fingers atop her dwindling belly. Nutrients rushing into her and being used to absorb his soul. An entire goblin tribe was now just… her.

She enjoyed dropping him and his whores into his chamberpot. And quickly looted his cache of magical items. Things to look through later. For now… she had a problem. The hunger was still there. Constant. And now there was harshly a soul to consume…

She packs her things. And prepares to travel. There was a world out there. Full of tasty and wondrously delicious things. And she would stop at nothing to have them end up inside her.

The world was her feast, and she was eager to begin eating.

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Goblin Clan Missing

Reports seem to conclude that a nearby clan has been wiped out without a single corpse remaining. Nothing of real value was left behind. What could have happened in these cold winter months?

Adventurers have been told to be wary, in case whatever caused this is still around. A few guardsmen have been sent to investigate this strange circumstance. Though little evidence has been found.

This doesn’t point to simple banditry, they would have left bodies. Even a local priest who visited the site said,”No soul remains. Are we certain they didn’t just migrate?”

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Syntra can’t help but chuckle at the newspaper. She was almost famous… More like a myth she surmised.

She had used the clan’s meager wealth to clean up. Her hair had been styled and trimmed, no longer did she look like a wild goblin. A nice bath had cleaned tons of grime as well. And a new dress, one that hugged her hips and plush chest. The skirt was just short enough to entice. She looked like a noble. A noble goblin, they were quite rare…

She glances up at the walking towns folk. Hundreds, maybe thousands of souls in the largest city for miles.

She salivates as they pass. Such tasty morsels just ripe for the plucking.

“Soon… For now though…”

She spends the afternoon imagining what she would do to each innocent soul. How they’d scream inside her. If they would give her guts a good fight. If they were famous. How valuable a person could she digest? Perhaps a princess?

“Sooon…”

#v.ore #vore digestion #vo.re #v/ore #fatal vore #vore story #vore belly #vore+digestion #goblin pred #vore goblin #female pred #female predator

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mooshkat · 1 year

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nanteo + ❛ when she sounds scary, it’s kind of … sexy in a way. ❜ from the love and leashes sentence starters? bc our girl absolutely can be scary 💗

There isn't much Mateo can do other than stare at Nancy as she argues with a combative patient. The patient keeps trying to get up, insisting that he's fine (the large nail sticking out of his thigh says otherwise), but Nancy isn't having it. She pushes him back down gently and sets her hands on her hips, barking orders at him to not move and let her work.

Hearing such a stern tone come out of her mouth makes Mateo's knees weak. All he can think about is having that directed at him, giving up control to Nancy and letting her tell him what to do and how to please her.

Thinking about that voice turning on him if he does it wrong...

"Dude, what is with that look on your face?" Marjan asks as she appears by his side, smirking as he jumps and lets out a small yelp. "What are you even looking at—ooh, I see."

It slips out before Mateo can even think about it. "You know, when she sounds scary like that, it's kind of...sexy in a way." His brain catches up and he groans. He covers with face with his hands, trying to hide the way he's blushing bright red. "Oh my god. Forget I said that."

Marjan grins, glancing between Nancy and him as she lets out a low whistle. "Damn, Mateo. I didn't know it was like that between you two."

"It's not!" Even though now he really kind of wishes it was.

Marjan doesn't believe him. She winks and nudges his shoulder with hers. "Sure it's not, dude."

He groans and shoves her away, feeling his blush spread down his neck now. "Please go away and let me die of embarrassment in peace."

#yes she can 😏😌😌😌#thank youuu 💙💙#avasrhodes #katie.txt #moosh worbs

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lil-wittleboy · 1 year

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I woke up to the pleasant smell of something cooking as I crawled into the kitchen. It was time to sneak and freak out Mommy and have a little fun, hehe. She hadn't noticed me walk into the kitchen since her back was turned and she was concentrating on whatever was on the stove. I walked up behind her and hugged her from behind tightly. She jumped and freaked out. Mission accomplished success ✌️.

She stopped cooking and turned off the stove. Her face scowled in anger and confusion. I couldn't help but laugh out loudly 🤣.

"What's so funny? I don't see how sneaking up on me is funny."

"I'm sorry. I couldn't resist. You should have seen your face", I laughed uncomfortably 🤣🤣🤣.

"Hmmm...well you're gonna have to pay for that'', she glared at me which was not at all scary but so cute 🥰.

"Oooooo. What's my sweet mistress gonna do huh? Is she gonna pay me with ten kisses on my cheek?" I pointed my finger on my cheek. "No no. I huh I would want to demand twenty kisses on the lips." My cheeks blushed a little 😳.

"Nope," she said, popping the p at the end. 🙅‍♀️

"Huh no way I order you to do as told, right now." I acted to be dead serious about this 😤.

"Aww sweetie do you really think that you could order me huh." She started to walk towards me with an evil look in her eyes. This wasn't cute this time, oops it was very scary 😱.

All of a sudden I felt weak and submissive against her. I started to back away sensing the consequences. She walked even faster towards me and finally turned around to run away from him. Just as I got to the stairs, she grabbed my waist.

"Yay baby I gotchu 🥳." Her hand slipped inside my pants and she held my pants from the inside.

"Baby, now if you try to escape from Mommy, then Mommy might consider to pull down your pants and make you run nakey around my house" She warned with her sweet threatening tone.

Whaaaaaaaaat 😳�� no Mommy you can't do this to me 😭😭 this is so crazy!" I cried feeling embarrassed. I was caught with no escape.

Holding my pants, which was always in a threat of being pulled down, she dragged me to the hall as I cried and screamed playfully. She laid me down on the couch and straddled me.

She had my arms pinned above my head with one hand. I struggled against her hold but to no avail. Not seeming to notice my endeavours, she kissed along my jaw and to my neck.

I shivered. "P-please, Mommy. I'm so-sorry," I begged. Fear ran through my body. My heart pounded against my ribcage, and I fought to keep my breathing steady as she teased around my neck with his mouth.

"Do you have any idea how tempting you are when you beg?" His tongue darted out and licked my neck. Her mouth was eager to earn her mark on my flesh.

I trusted her, so I offered her access to my neck. She placed her face onto my neck and began kissing, sucking, licking, and biting it, leaving scratches, hickeys, and love bites in her wake. Every time a mark appeared, I let out a soft moan and tiled my head to allow her better access to my neck.

It hurt a lot but was pleasurable. She made several hickey marks showing her ownership over me. "You are mine, fucking mine, got that sweetheart?" She affirmed, as her voice turned high and sharp, making her sound very sexy. I blushed and nodded slightly.

"Good boy, I'm really proud to own you." He whispers in my ear before biting my earlobe.

"Did I hurt you sweetheart?" she asked me.

"Yes but I liked it," I replied.

"Aww that's so sweet." She came close to my face and was about to kiss me. I closed my eyes waiting for the kiss but it never came. Instead, she tickled me. I was laughing uncontrollably and I could see the smirk on his face. I got cheated. I was laughing and crying the same time 🥺😭.

"No...Stop....this Mommy. This isn't what I anticipated. No fair." I cried.

"Hahaha I'll stop once you say you love me" That caught me off guard. Was she being serious or was he kidding? "Say it and i'll stop"

"Fine" she stopped tickling me so I could say it.

"Im waiting," she sung.

"ughhh...You love me"

"That's not what I wanted you to say and you know it." She started tickling me again and I couldn't take it anymore. "Say it and I'll stop"

"ok ok ok ok ok! I....Love you."

"Good. I love you too <3" I felt her lips upon mine as she kissed me.

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shoutascoffeepot · 2 years

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For the better - Hawks

Warnings: Yandere, Dark themes, violence, blood, emotional manipulation.

He’s your lover, your one and only, the way he knows you inside out, the way he cares for you like a diamond in its rough.

‘You’re too precious babybird, too valuable and these other motherfuckers keep using you, keep hurting you. It makes me angry, now, you gotta try to see it from my point of view, I wanna save your heart.’

Sentences that hit right in the sweet spot. No one wants to show people they’re vulnerable, but he’s different. He understands why you’re so weak, he never judged you for it, he never made you do something you didn’t want to do.

You loved him, he loved you, it was a mutual vulnerability. And so what if he had you locked up for a few weeks? The media was going bonkers after they’ve caught you two on dates. It’s for the best really, and you didn’t want to bother him, even though he never, ever made it like he was bothered by anything you do.

But this man, standing with his hand bloodied as he rushed you inside his penthouse before him. Why was he bloodied? A creep snaked an arm around you asking personal questions about your relationship with Hawks. Whether you really love him or you’re doing it for the money.

“That fucker, how could anyone think you’re cheap?!” He was angry, but he already got his revenge, why is he still…

“Keigou..?” You shivered, it was all your fault. Or was it? No, it was their fault, people are scary, they’re always like this and you know it.

“This world needs some renovations,” He muttered to himself as his eyes finally trailed to you. “Yes baby?”

“Keigou, did you really kill someone?” You looked at him in fear, the way he’s always been so tender with you made you forget how capable he was.

“Yes and so? This wasn’t the first time, love.”

“What if they caught you?”

“What if they caught me?” He chuckled and inched closer. “The HPSC governs Japan, they can define media and mold it to whatever that’d protect me. Why? Because I am regarded as the number two hero in Japan. They can’t do anything other than persuade people it’s not true.”

“But”

“If someone proposes litigation they can shut them up with money, because people are cruel and cheap like that.” He gestured to his bloodied suit.

“Not you though, but look at what you made me do,” He strained his voice, hand coming to trap your chin between his index and thumb, they stained your skin. “

Why don’t you lick…. My fingers…?” His eyes searched yours.

“No no no, you’re not, that. Whatever it is.” He held your face with one hand, blood spreading.

“Too beautiful, my love is. Too precious, my little hawk..”

“Keigou, what are you talking about?” Your heart was skipping miles per hour at how weird he was acting, no it wasn’t entirely weird, it was.. Somehow.. Sexy. It warmed your heart knowing he’d break oceans and bring the sky down for you. Safe.

“You know what I’m talking about, I’ve said it too many times but my baby likes to be spoiled rotten, doesn’t she?” He smirked, nose touching yours as your foreheads leaned onto each other, his once pinned eyes slowly dilated as he got high off your scent.

It wasn’t petty.

“Babyhawk?”

If the world was ultimately this disgusting.

“Mm?” You melted into his grip.

Him claiming you as his from the start was a good thing, he’s protecting you from so much.

“I love you so much, so damn much, you know that, right?”

With a soft smile, a small whisper escaped your lips. “I love you too, Kei.. Thank you..”

He picked you up bridal style with a strong grip, as you wrapped your arms around him.

“Time to wash all that dirt off us, yeah?”

#keigo #keigou #keigo imagine #keigo takami #keigo x you #takami keigo #hawks #keigou x reader #keigo x reader #hawks x reader #yandere hawks #yandere keigo takami #yandere keigo x reader #yandere #takami #yandere hawks x reader

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soopkreem · 2 years

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Do you have any jeremy blaire headcanons ? hehe

Hi! I’ve been thinking about him lately for some reason, you bet I have!

I see him as this typical charming yet proper bossman when you first see or interact with him as a fellow Murkoff employee - as a subordinate, however, you may see him as intimidating and a little hint of coldness. His business smile did the work, mostly.

Upon rereading Murkoff Account, he gave me the impression of calm and subtly dangerous - the type of person in a company you might want to distance yourself from but can’t because he’s your boss. And he - of course, understands this dynamic and will abuse it whenever he wants (though rare).

I know he was implied friends with Trager, but considering how Trager speak and behave towards the Pauls, he might see their friendship as a “filler of boredom”. Doesn’t see him as genuine friend, but a person who is annoying enough to keep him sober late night while working - and Trager knew this, but he just shrugged it off and doesn’t really care, as long as he’s allowed to babbling to Jeremy all day long (yes, Jer is surprisingly patient...).

So I’ll list some stuff I’ve been thinking about here randomly haha

Jeremy has a balance diet. His morning routine consists of going for a jog and do some heavy lifting to keep his body fit and healthy. I think he’d keep his dignity on the top - he doesn’t like to be seen as weak, he doesn’t need anyone’s help, therefore he’s taking extra care of himself. I think that’s mainly why he is able to survive the whole MMA incident until the very end - he’s just fast and calculating.

As I said before, Jer is considered calm. But will lash out when in danger or frustrated. He is considered formal and kinda polite, until he’s not. I can imagine everyone would drop their stuff once he yells out something to someone. It’s like seeing a person who is never angry, but once they lose their patience, they turns scary.

It’s a fun oportunity to include my HC of him having to wear a sock suspender because why not haha... im sorry i just like him too much this is so biased but who cares amiright suspenders are sexy...

It’s not about Jer/Dick HC sheet so I won’t give too much of them together here, but it’s possible that Dick chooses for his fashion style considering Jer is not really up to date with everyday outfit himself. (Yes I called Trager Dick, you have no option except go along with it)

Elaborating the point above, Jer indeed calls Trager “Dick”.

Sometimes he’s unpredictable. Breaking the stereotype of a charismatic bossman, he can fix his broken stuff by himself - like coffee maker, his car, or television. People expected him as someone who would never get his hands dirty, but he’s capable if he wanted to. In fact, he sees it as enjoyable, probably because it’s been so long of him managing stuff in MM thus simple things like fixing things is his way to run away from work stress.

Probably has a favorite fountain pen. His name is written on it. If he carries it everywhere until his death, Miles probably steals it just to make his spirit go angy.

Jeremy has something from his past resulting him to distance from any serious romantic relationship. Some call him noncommital, some see him as an overworked man who doesn’t see relationship as an option. He had a romantic partner before, and he loved her so much until they separated. Since then, he prefers either one night stand or not-so serious relationship. But if he somehow manages to finally falls in love again, he will show it, and dammit, he’s serious about it.

Regarding his sadistic personality, I just think he’s just lacking expressions to show it. He liked to see Dick being shoved into the engine... or rather, doesn’t really mind at all if he sees it. It’s just “fun, i guess?”, at least you’ll just get a smirk of him - tho it’s just basically fun to see Dick finally getting what he deserves after tormenting Jeremy with his blabbering back when they were friends. Idk, just a nice detail I saw in Murkoff Account hahaha

Sorry, it’s kinda long o[-[ I had too much fun thinking about him despite rarely draw him hahaha

Side notes:

This man sometimes reminded me of Phillip Coulson and Grant Ward from Agents of SHIELD if they’re mixed together for some reason...

Jer/Dick reminds me of Shrek/Donkey dynamic. I know you’re unable to unsee that forever, and I’m not sorry.

#jeremy blaire #added to #outlast hc #outlast

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whereisten · 4 years

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Promises

“I make no promises, I can't do golden rings, but I'll give you everything tonight”

Pairing: Mafia Leader!Jaehyun x female reader (cafe owner)

Genre: Friends to lovers au, fluff, smut and angst at the end I’m sorry :(

Warnings: shower sex, unprotected sex, slight choking kink, slight innocence/corruption kink, oral sex (male receiving), brief mention of violent attack towards the end

Word Count: 3k

((A/N: this is a short fic inspired by the song “Promises” by Calvin Harris & Sam Smith. I’ve been obsessed with it for a while now so I hope you enjoy!!!!))

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“Why do you always come to me when you’re bruised and beat the hell up?” You rushed you your bathroom to grab your first aid kit.

“And now, you’re bleeding all over my floor..damn it Jaehyun!”

Jaehyun only gave you a half smile as he watched you walk back and forth while flailing your arms in the air. He sat on the couch and held his stomach while breathing heavily.

“Last time I checked, I don’t have a son that’s a gang leader! Why don’t you go to your mom’s house?”

You sat down beside him with a bowl of warm water and a cloth to wipe his bloody mouth.

Jaehyun was just a man that frequented the coffee shop your worked at. He liked looking at you while he sipped his coffee at the table in the corner, you were the calmest thing his eyes saw in his chaotic world. He was quite nervous to speak to you, and as the leader of a mafia, he wasn’t sure why.

But just a few months ago, he finally mustered up the courage to speak to you.

The two of you grew relatively close. He stayed with you when you closed the cafe by yourself, making sure no creeps followed you home, but he also just wanted to talk with you.

Something about you made him feel..happy.

You weren’t like everyone else in his life, you didn’t have any experience with crime and you sure as hell didn’t want any, but despite learning about who Jaehyun really was, you still stuck around.

You didn’t push him away, you only asked that he make sure to not bring that mess in the shop. You were also interested in him.

The two of you talked about movies, music, food, virtually anything. You clicked like you had been friends for years.

Jaehyun was somewhat satisfied with being your friend, but he knew he needed more. He felt a tinge of jealousy when he watched you smile with other customers. Your eyes crinkling at the sides as you laughed. Your voice was soothing, heavenly even. In a cruel world like this, not everyone deserved to share a space with you, he thought.

Oh and the twinkle in your eyes when you got excited about perfectly baked and iced cupcakes. He loved it. He loved everything you did a little too much.

A clear sign to him that he was too far gone. But what would happen if he asked you to date him? Would you say yes or would you say no and would the friendship be ruined?

“Jaehyun...when are you gonna protect this handsome face of yours?”

You asked while delicately wiping the blood from his face away. It has trickled down his neck, covering his intimidating demon neck tattoo in the process.

Your sweet voice disrupted his thoughts as he looked back at your worried face.

You were close to him, lips just centimeters away from each other.

Should he close the distance? No, that’s creepy. And what about his hands? Can he touch your back? No, definitely creepy.

Jaehyun was a murderer and criminal, but a creep he was not.

And almost as if you hear his thoughts run wild because of your close proximity to him, you look up with those large doe eyes and lock them with his. Your chest is stuck in place, you lick your lips, but quickly shift your attention away from his eyes and look to his neck.

Your hand stops moving and Jaehyun’s mouth opens slightly as if he’s about to tell you to keep touching him.

But instead, he apologizes.

“I’m-I’m sorry for always coming to you like this..”

He sounds genuine and your heart drops at how soft his voice sounds.

“Jaehyun..can you..kiss me?” You let out quietly without actually thinking it through.

Jaehyun’s eyes widen and he moves forward without hesitation.

Your lips finally lock as the cloth slowly drops out of your hand.

Jaehyun holds you close, pressing his palm into your back while you roll your body into his, gently pushing him into the couch more.

He looked amazing in his tight black t-shirt and you had to admit, you just wanted to feel his body on yours. His eyes were always dark and tempting as they watched you, tracing over your figure whenever you reached up high for something in the bakery.

He was a typical bad boy, irresistible, sexy, and dangerous. But Jaehyun has only showed you kindness. He was a normal person, besides the life of crime he lived.

Jaehyun takes your limp and awkward arms and wraps them around his neck while you kiss. Contrary to his rough look (created by the scary tattoos and black attire he had), Jaehyun was incredibly soft, delicately pressing his fingers in your back to massage it. His mouth caressed yours slowly, passionately but still yearningly.

He closed his eyes first, turning his head so his tongue could dance with yours.

Your hands ran down his chest tenderly as the sounds of labored breathing and quiet moaning filled the apartment.

“Jaehyun..” you whisper, asking for more without actually posing the question.

You bite your lips and look at his eyes. You take his hands and intertwine your fingers with them.

He breathes heavily and watches your lips.

You bring his hands under your oversized T shirt and take in a sharp breath when you feel his cold fingers on the sensitive skin below your breasts.

Jaehyun doesn’t know if he’s lightheaded from the blood loss or the fact that he’s finally touching you.

You still hold his hands, bringing them to your breasts and moaning once you feel his large, calloused and bruised hands on you.

Your head falls back and Jaehyun immediately leans forward and lays sloppy kisses on your neck, his hands now kneading into your breasts and palming the hard tips.

Your hand reaches down to his jeans now, patting the bulge in them gently.

Jaehyun bucks into your hand on instinct and nips your neck. You cry out, but he then holds your throat, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Jaehyun nearly screams when you look down at him through your lashes. His tongues darts out over his swollen lips as he blinks rapidly. He wants to take you but the dealings of earlier have made him sweaty and dirty, and being a nasty man for you just isn’t what he wants. So he thinks of the perfect way to please you.

You’re about to question why he stopped, but then he smirks.

“Bathroom. Where’s your bathroom?”

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Your hand flings against the light switch as your two bodies stumble into the bathroom.

Your lips are locked as Jaehyun takes and moans that you have for him. Your bodies are hot and needy, you’ve teased each other enough already and are both in need of release.

You and Jaehyun help each other strip down completely naked before getting into the shower.

Jaehyun presses you into the chilly wall of the shower, your shoulder blades feeling attacked instantly. But his luscious lips on yours make you forget the pain soon enough.

You squeeze some body wash onto your hands and coat Jaehyun’s body with it, slowly caressing his sculpted body while he groans. Your touch drives him crazy. “Fuck..” he mutters our as your hand runs over the silky skin of his pelvis, so close to his hard member, but not close enough.

The hot water decorates your bodies and only adds to the heat between the two of you. Soon the steam builds up in the bathroom and you are both taking deeper breaths between kisses.

Jaehyun returns the favor by rubbing you down with body wash all over, teasing you while watching you tremble with a smirk.

He kneels down and runs his hands up and down your thighs, slowly working their way inwards and up to your folds. His long fingers just barely touching against your bud. So close, but not close enough. You bite your lips and bring yourself closer to him but he chuckled.

“Mmm being teased isn’t nice, is it, baby?” He winks.

“If we stay any longer in this shower, you owe me half of the water bill.”

He stands up straight and chuckles. “You know me, baby, I always pay my dues.”

“Is that so? So how did you end up with those bruises, huh? You-“

Jaehyun shut you up with a kiss. Your eyes fluttered shut and you couldn’t help but smile.

He grabs your legs by the crook of the knees and wraps them around his waist before pulling away to look into your eyes. His playfulness has disappeared and you both swallow hard.

“Are you sure you want this...with me?” Jaehyun asks quietly.

You gulp and look at his neck tattoo, the one thing that constantly reminded you that he was no normal man. He wasn’t gonna be someone you could tell your parents or friends about. He wasn’t someone you could walk in the park with. He wasn’t someone you could walk down the aisle or raised kids with one day. No. He’s a gang leader. Someone that lived a life you didn’t understand. One that was just downright scary to you. And yet here he was, resting between your legs, ready to take you.

Jaehyun tried not to think too much about the doubt that he saw in your eyes when he asked if this was something that you wanted. But he knew you were conflicted. His reputation wasn’t great and you were scared, he had to understand that. You had reservations about him and unfortunately, he couldn’t promise to prove you or anyone else wrong. He couldn’t promise to be the long term partner you deserved.

Nonetheless, Jaehyun has showed you a side no one knew. He opened up to you and you opened up to him. You had more in common than you had ever expected.

You nodded.

“Fuck me, Jaehyun.” You whisper lowly.

Jaehyun smirks when the word falls out of your beautiful mouth, making him weak and even harder than he was before.

He pushes forward, teasing your entrance as he runs the tip along the folds, parting them every now and then.

You whimper, your mouth falling open as it feels incredible just to have some sort of friction against your needy pussy.

Jaehyun goes back to sucking your neck while one hand takes a fistful of hair.

His other hand pumps up and down his length as the sounds of your moans are muffled by the thunderous flow of water from the shower head.

“J-Jaehyun, please.”

Jaehyun places both hands on your thighs now, pushing into you slowly with his hard cock.

You gasp and hold onto his shoulders, your back riding up against the tiled wall as you pant.

Your heart feels like it’s stuck in your throat while Jaehyun stretches you out. He grunts and pulls back before pushing in slowly again.

“Fuck..you feel amazing.” Jaehyun’s member is comforted by your silky, tight walls closing around him with each push.

Your head falls back again and he watches your radiant skin sparkle with water drops that run down your neck and into the crevice if your breasts. It’s a beautiful sight for him and he never wants to forget it.

He then sucks hard into your neck as his speed increases. Your mouth stays open as you whimper and grip his shoulders, your nails digging into the skin.

When you looked at Jaehyun as he stares at your lips through low eyes, you feel butterflies in your stomach. His black hair plastered onto his forehead gave him a more gentle look, and his slightly parted lips were so kissable, you wanted to feel them everywhere.

But his dark eyes. Eyes of a wolf that watched his prey. You felt desired, wanted, special..

he groans as he gets closer, you can feel his dick twitch each time it enters you, and you know he is hesitant to go harder on you.

“It’s okay, Jaehyun.”

Jaehyun’s eyes widened. “A-are you sure?” He he snaps his hips into you hard as if to give you a teaser of what’s to come.

“Yes!” You cry out at the sudden feeling of him in the base of your stomach.

And so, he continues to push into your pussy harder. A mixture of your loud moans and his grunts filling the bathroom. The tip of his cock hit your depths as he pushed all the way in, leaving your legs weak as they widened more. Your spine tingled with pleasure.

Your back becomes numb as it rubs against the wall repeatedly, but you don’t mind. Jaehyun fills you up so satisfyingly and the way his skin presses against yours just adds to the erratic feeling you have inside. He breathes hard against your shoulder as his hips snap into yours.

Jaehyun puts a hand around your neck and looks into your eyes. You immediately nod before he kisses you, biting his lip as he pulls away.

He squeezes it while you moan, your close so Jaehyun rubs circles into your bud. You ignore the aching feeling in your trembling legs and shit your eyes tightly.

“Oh fuck, Jaehyun, yes..”

He grinds into you even harder and soon you feel yourself climax, you clench around him as his grip on your throat tightens.

You cry out his name as he continues to push into your throbbing and soaking flower, but he pulls out quickly.

“On your knees.” His tone is gravelly and surprisingly demanding for the first time this evening.

But you don’t hesitate to drop your knees for him and open your mouth.

“Can I?” He tilts his head and gives you a cocky expression because he already knows your answer.

You nod and without a second to spare, Jaehyun shoves himself into your throat, immediately hitting the back of it and making you gag, but you ignore the pain and hollow your cheeks.

The water hits your sore back as Jaehyun fucks into your mouth with his hand on the back of your head.

Tears run down your cheeks, but you feel yourself become increasingly wet every time he grunts or curses. Looking up at the tattooed man above you as he slowly loses it just makes you think of all the ways you’d love to have him ruin your insides, and even though you just came, you want more.

Jaehyun can’t get enough of your wet and wide eyes. You looks so innocent and pure, yet so nasty for him as spit runs down your chin. He pushes in faster and you him to push him along.

“Oh, fuck...Swallow.” He demands once again before shooting out strings of white onto the surface of your throat. He releases everything into you then pulls out while breathing heavily.

He helps you to your feet and uses a washcloth to clean the spit and cum from your chin.

He then cleans between your legs and watches you giggle as he purposefully tickles you.

He carries you off to your bed and lays you down while smiling softly.

“Did..you like that?” Jaehyun was surprised with himself, he normally didn’t care for a girl after fucking her. He’d send them in their way whether or not they were satisfied because only he mattered. But you. He wanted you to be satisfied, more than satisfied to be exact.

Your approval meant something to him and part of him hated that.

“Yes, I did. I’m always down for another round some time.” You gave him a wink and blushed.

“It’s funny because I wanted to ask you something..” Jaehyun looked away and onto the blanket that covered your body. He felt like he was back in middle school and about to ask his crush to the dance.

You had a feeling you knew what was coming.

“Will you-?” Jaehyun was interrupted by his phone. He cursed and took it out of his pocket, his soft demeanor shifting as his expression grew irritated.

“Give me one sec.” he looked away from your look of disappointment and left your bedroom.

You couldn’t hear what he said on the phone, but you knew that he looked angry when he saw the name on the caller id.

Jaehyun hung up and walked back into the room. He started to put on his clothes in silence while you clenched your blanket and watched.

“What’s wrong, Jaehyun?” You asked so softly, Jaehyun wanted to give in and cuddle with you all night. But he couldn’t, especially not after hearing what he just heard from his henchman. Someone from his rival gang had stalked and attacked the girlfriend of one of his gang member’s.

She survived but was hurt badly in the knife attack and it just served as a reminder to him of the kind of life he lived. He couldn’t live happily. He couldn’t love someone like you and put your life in danger just for his own benefit. He had to end things now before it got too late.

“Jaehyun..were you going to ask me to be your girlfriend?”

“Girlfriend? Listen..y/n..what we did..it was great but let’s be realistic..we would never last. We’re just too different.” Jaehyun couldn’t look at you when he said this. He was just so angry with himself. How could he get so emotionally involved? How could he fall in love so easily while knowing that nothing good could come of it?

“But Jaehyun..” you started but he grabbed his jacket and headed for the door.

“I..won’t be seeing you again, y/n. I regret ever meeting you.” His brows furrowed. How could he be so mean? He had to push you away, even if it meant saying cruel and untrue things.

Your eyes started to tear up. “W-What do you mean? What’s wrong?” You jumped off the bed and walked towards him, confused as to why his mood shifted and why he was acting like this.

But you were too late. He already slammed the door shut and headed down the hallway, pacing fast towards the elevator.

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yutahoes · 3 years

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Punishment

pairing : fuck buddies! Yuta Nakamoto x Y/N

genre : smut

warning : Smut (Teasing, Oral - Male Receiving, Spanking, Creampie (?), Degradation, Daddy Kink, Panty Sniffing, Male Masturbation), Language

word count : 1.8k

taglist : @ailoveyuta @yutazen01 @aiforyuu

note : I’ve been writing fluff so much that I missed writing a smut fic. And God, this sucks. 🤧 How are there writers who write amazing smut? Anyway, please enjoy and give feedback.

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

'Living room.'

Y/N was surprised at the message, not expecting it since she knew Yuta might be sleeping now. Besides he had a few drinks with her brother earlier so she believed that he might be pretty hammered.

'Now.'

There's urgency in his message yet she managed to put on the red lace lingerie she packed just in case something comes up.

Y/N was surprised when her brother, Johnny, asked her to come with him on a short vacation. Much to her chagrin, Yuta, his friend decided to tag along. To tease the Japanese guy who she spends intimacy with, without her brother knowing, she packed sexy swimsuits and lingerie for him.

He was seated on the couch when she went down the stairs and into the common room of the vacation house they're staying at, staring at her. "You're late," he mumbled in a soft voice although there's something else in his voice. "Sit down," he ordered but he stopped her even before sitting on the chair next to him, gesturing on his lap. Fuck, she thought, it was a good thing that she wore the lingerie.

She sat on his lap, her own hands on her lap as if scolded by her dad. "Were you a good girl today?" Yuta whispered in a low husky voice, playing with the hem of her t-shirt. She nodded in answer, biting her lip and refusing to look at him. She now recognized the difference in his voice, he's angry. Yuta clucked his tongue then held her chin to make her look at him, "Use your words, baby."

Fuck, what made Yuta snap like this? And here, really? Someone can hear. Johnny can hear. "Yes..." she trailed off which made him raise an eyebrow, urging her to continue. The girl had to gulp hard at how scary he looked before continuing in a soft voice, "Daddy."

"Really though?" his finger touched the skin of her waist, tracing it up and down and she released a shaky moan. "You didn't disobey my rules?" The intensity in his voice holds so much power that she's trembling, in want or fright, she doesn't know. She muttered a soft, 'No, daddy' before he yanked her hair while smirking. "Maybe I need to remind my rules, kitten."

His free hand cupped her pussy from her shorts, massaging it as his other hand kept his hold on her hair. She kept on moaning, desperately wanting his fingers inside her but her shorts and underwear is blocking the pleasure. "Yuta..." she breathed out, holding his arm with both hands. "Stop teasing."

The guy laughed. "See? It's not good to tease, princess." He watched at how desperate she is for her orgasm and was amazed when she started trembling against his touch. Y/N held on his shoulder, gripping the material of his shirt while having heavy breaths from her orgasm. Damn it, she's so needy and it all started because of... Then it clicked, she really did disobey his rules.

"I'm sorry," she whispered and he chuckled. "Now, do you know what you did?" he asked and she answered a 'Yes, daddy' in between breathy moans.

He raised an eyebrow as if challenging her what is it that made her bite her bottom lip. "I wore the bikini even if you told me that it's for your eyes only," she whispered but the warm hand on her bareback and the friction against her clothed core made her lay her head on his shoulder to hide her moans.

She wanted him, so bad.

"You were teasing me the whole day with this sexy ass of yours," he whispered in a husky voice, grabbing her butt cheek and squeezing it. "That's very bad princess." he trailed off while licking her earlobe that made her moan. "And bad girls deserve what?" he asked.

She gulped before answering, "Punishment daddy."

Yuta smirked then squeezed her waist under the shirt, sucking her neck until it left a red mark. "Kneel," he ordered that made her obey completely, kneeling down the floor in between his legs. He put two fingers in her mouth and she automatically sucked on it that made him smile once again. He slipped down of his shorts, revealing his semi-hard cock as she gulped while watching it, "Suck." he ordered and she immediately complied.

Yuta loved how empowering a blow job is, how lovely her lips looked wrapped around his cock. She licked his shaft up and down like a popsicle and he grinned when she lightly grazed her teeth on the side. He held her hair in a ponytail when she took his cock in her mouth, swallowing it until it reached her throat then letting it go with a pop. She kept the same actions, feeling dirty at how degrading he looked at her and it's honestly turning her on. "Your mouth feels so good baby." she complimented yanking her hair as he thrust his cock into her mouth. "You're taking me so well, my slut." She left a guttural moan at how rough he's being.

He pulled her hair to pull out of her mouth leaving her breathless as he wiped the drool off her, letting his finger get sucked by her. Fuck, she is so obedient that he wanted to take her roughly. He ordered her to lie down on his lap, her ass in full view from him. "Will you do it again, princess?" he asked slapping her ass. "Will you wear that bikini again?" Again, a slap.

All she could do is moan. Yes, Yuta is dominant but not like this. Yet, it's turning her on that she wants more. "No, daddy." she whispered but he slapped her ass again making her yelp in pain, asking her to say it louder which she did. Scared and excited that Johnny could hear them.

He started rubbing her ass humming in delight. "I'm going to fuck you so hard and you can't make a sound, understood?" he stated that made her nod but he slapped her ass, making a crisp sound that Y/N was scared someone can hear. "Words."

"Yes daddy." she obeyed. Yuta asked her to kneel on the couch, holding the headrest as he removed her short and the red lacy underwear that's so wet with her juices. He smirked when he witnessed the redness of her ass cheeks, something that he proudly did to make this dirty girl learn her lesson.

He was standing up, his shorts and underwear on a pool by his feet. "You are so wet." He claimed, rubbing his cock on her entrance that made her silently moan. He used his cock to slap her wet pussy, warning her to not moan too loud. She bit her lip, creating small whimpers when his cock entered her, and although they had sex multiple times already, she still can't help and be amazed at how huge he feels inside her.

He started thrusting into her, the couch creating squeaky sounds along with his movements. His hand held her hair while the other was holding her waist, drilling his cock deeper into her as she prevented a noise to escape her mouth. Yuta feels so good slamming his cock in her, drilling until she could feel it by her stomach. He raised one leg on the couch and she let out a breathy moan as he hit the right spot. One of his hands, squeezed her breast under her shirt as he kept thrusting into her at an inhumane speed earning mewls from her. She's so close, feeling her walls clenching on his cock that she bit the headrest to prevent moaning as her body shook in her orgasm.

Yuta kept on thrusting inside her. One hand was holding the arch of her back while the other was on her neck, fingers wrapping around it that made her whimper. He's really rough and him choking her isn't helping at all. "You like it when I take you like this, didn't you?" he whispered in her ear then licked her earlobe. "You just love getting punished, don't you?" he asked, grabbing one of her breasts to squeeze. Fuck, Yuta doing this to her makes her so weak. Maybe his punishment is to make her sore. Well, he's going to be successful at that.

He loved seeing her in this breathless state. The confident girl, fantasized by many, crumbling under his touch and giving in like a bitch in heat. He liked seeing her so helpless and bent for him, her pussy taking in his cock so well. This will be better if he had a rope to tie her hands. Or even someone to walk out and see them. The thought of someone knowing that she's a slut for him made him so aroused that he filled her pussy with hot cum making her moan. He covered her mouth to stop her from making any noise, smirking as he pulled out from her.

He helped her with her shorts, as he put on his own. "Can I go to my room now?" she asked and he nodded. But before she could leave, he stopped her in her tracks, asking what she should say. "Thank you, daddy." She was limping as she head upstairs that made him smile.

Yuta breathed heavily against the couch. Why does she have to be his best friend's sister? This will be easier if she's not. He smirked when he felt something by the edge of the couch he was sitting at, her panty. Why did she leave it here? Is it on purpose?

He sniffed on it, smiling at the aromatic scent of her juices. Fuck it, he's getting turned on once again. He started jerking his hardening cock, grasping her wet underwear. If someone can see him now, they'll think that he's a pervert for sniffing a girl's underwear while jerking. But it's Y/N's. The innocent girl he tainted.

And while he's rubbing her wetness on his cock, he kept on imagining himself pounding into her hole. That tight vagina, only for him. He came that made him light-headed then used her underwear to wipe out his semen from the couch, thanking the heavens that it was leather then head to his own room.

Y/N and Johnny were bickering in the kitchen when Yuta went down for breakfast. It's their last vacation day and they need to make the best of it before they come back to their normal everyday lives. "Are you going swimming today?" Johnny asked the girl that made her nod, looking straight at Yuta while biting the sausage her brother cooked. Her tongue lingering on the tip as if teasing him.

"I have to make use of my bikini," she said then smiled innocently.

Fuck, Yuta thought, she's really going to get punished.

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miss-smutty · 3 years

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Only One Rule

A/N- a little bit late but I still have some valentine's Day one shots I wanted to do 🙈

Can you tell big, manly, dominant men are my kink? ✨ 🥵🥵

Summary- You and your best guy friend are single and decide to have an Anti-Valentines day night together watching horror movies, there's only one rule - NO mention of ANYTHING romantic. You get scared and one things leads to another...

Pairing- Thor x you

Word count- 2,260

Warnings- Swearing, smut

18+ only

Posted: 18th February 2021

Valentine's One-Shot Masterlist

"If you're coming over tonight, there's only one rule - NO romance what so ever and I know that's going to be so hard for you because you're all chivalrous and old fashioned but that's the deal, ok?" You said to Thor through the phone, trying to make plans for the night. It was Valentine's Day and you were pathetically single, luckily for you, so was Thor. It had been your idea to have an Anti-Valentines night with your best friend, the last thing you needed was to be reminded that people are actually in love.

"What are you talking about Y/N?"

"Like no romance at all, no romantic movies, no describing women in a poetic way and even no holding doors open for me. Basically just don't be you for the night."

"You want me to be somebody else?" You're confusing his poor ditzy brain.

"Right, you know that show we watched together - Sons of Anarchy?" You ask.

"Yes, the one with the bikers" you can practically hear the cogs turning in his brain.

"Yeah... be like him, the main guy"

"You want me to treat you like a whore and call you bitch?" Wow! Why did those words coming from Thor's lips, make your pussy flutter?

"Well not exactly but that's better than being all mushy" you were thankful he was on the other end of the phone because you were sure your cheeks were glowing, bright red.

"I'm not sure what you're talking about but I'll see you tonight" he hung up the phone before you could protest anymore.

Now all you had to do was spend the day avoiding anything love related, which meant you couldn't leave the house. If you did you'd be surrounded by couples, kissing and holding hands. Bleugh, thinking about it was enough to make you sick.

You spent the day picking out horror movies you could watch, preparing snacks and getting yourself ready. Just because you were anti-love didn't mean you couldn't look your best. You convinced yourself you were dressing up because you had nothing better to do, it's not like it's a date or anything, is it? You pondered the thought, he's your best friend, no definitely not a date.

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Shaking the curls loose from your head and running your fingers through them, you stood up to check yourself out in the mirror.

The high-waisted leather look trousers, with a deep plunge, black cami top didn't look too much did it? You turned around in the mirror, checking yourself at a different angle and completed the look with some red lipstick. Just as you began to doubt your outfit choice you heard the doorbell ring, too late now.

You couldn't help feeling nervous as you made your way to the door, to let Thor in. What the hell is going on with me?

Thor's jaw fell to the floor as you opened the door, looking you up and down as you stood in the doorway.

"Is there a change of plan? Are we going out?" He asked, still unable to pull his eyes away from your chest. You couldn't help feeling sexy as hell when he couldn't take his eyes off of you. Seriously, what the fuck is going on? He's your best friend, been your best friend since he came back to earth and you'd never had these sort of feelings for him before?

"Erm no. I just... Erm. We're watching horror movies I thought I'd dress as the queen of darkness" shrugging your shoulders sarcastically.

"If you wanted to be queen you..." Thor started before you cut him off mid-sentence.

"Ah Thor, stop! I know you was just about to say something romantic and you've barely walked through the door"

"Right sorry, whores and bitches. Got it... Is that the look you were going for?"

"Are you saying I look like a whore? I don't know whether to be proud or offended" you scoffed, pushing his tall frame into the room.

"No, no... I..."

"Relax I'm just fucking with ya" poor Thor, doesn't know if he's coming or going, you laugh under your breath, putting your hand over your mouth when he glares at you.

"Why don't you pick a movie while I order pizza?" You pass Thor the remote while you search through your phone for the number.

After a couple of minutes he turns to you, smiling widely "Right, I've chosen the movie"

You look up from your phone to see he'd chosen a forbidden chick flick.

"No way!'

"Relax, I'm just fucking with you" he laughs, proudly.

"Ohhh, touche." You say, laughing along with him.

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The movie you'd chosen was ridiculously scary, you'd had to grab a cushion from behind you to use as a shield on the really jumpy parts. Thor had gotten himself comfy on the couch with his long legs stretched out and feet resting on the coffee table in front, along with the snacks and pizza. His arm was stretched around the back of the couch, behind your head, his tall, thick physique making your couch look tiny and giving you no option but to snuggle up closely to him.

"Argh!" You scream at another jump scare, throwing yourself into Thor's side and hiding your face into his chest. Wow does he always smell this good? You sneaked a peek at him through your eyelashes and found him contently watching you, making your stomach flip when you look into his deep, blue eyes.

You move away from him, trying to put as much distance between you as you can on this small couch. Your thighs are still touching and you can feel physical sparks from the contact, Thor smirks at you when he realises what you're doing.

"Y/N - "

"Nope, stop" you cut him off, knowing he's going to say something that's going to melt your heart and make you lose all your restraint.

"But - " He continues.

"Shh" you say pointing at the screen in front of you, pretending to watch but you can't stop your mind from racing. He's your best friend, you can't feel this way? Can you?

He puts his big hand on your thigh, shocking you when it makes your heart stop. You look down, staring at it, unsure of what to say. You can see he's watching you, more than he's watching the movie and it makes you squirm in your spot.

Oh fuck, why is he looking at me like that? Your heart is racing so fast.

From the corner of your eye, you can see he's moved so he's facing you and he's now making his way towards you.

"What are you - " his lips make contact with yours, stopping you mid-sentence, pushing you back so your laid on your couch and he's hovering above you.

"Thor I said no rom -"

"Just shut up for once, will you?" Oh fuck me! Your pussy clenches. You're weak, so fucking weak. You release a inhuman noise, somewhere between a whine and moan and it stirs an animalistic nature in Thor. You can actually see the switch in his eyes as they swirl with hunger.

"Open your legs" yes fucking sir! You do as you're told and he settles himself in-between them, eating you up with his eyes.

"Thor - "

"Seriously, shh. You've been such a brat all day and then I find you wearing this, I can't take much more" his words and deep tone of voice make you welp. He smiles darkly, knowing what he's doing to you. Is this really the Thor you know?

What have you created? Whatever it is, you fucking want it!

"Take off your trousers - " you start peeling them down immediately but he stops your hands midway " - No. slowly" he groans. Oh fuck!

Thor bites his bottom lip and groans loudly when he sees your black, lacey panties. Unable to keep up the slow pace, he hungrily grasps your mound in the palm of his hand.

"Mmm, so wet" he smirks. How is this even happening?

"Wait, Thor - " you stop him, just before he pulled down your panties, his fingers hooked into either side.

"What now?" He sighs, exasperated.

"Only one rule -" he cuts you off, too eager to get started.

"Yes, yes, yes. No romance, I get it. I can fuck you without being romantic" he says gruffly. oh my dear fucking lord! Yes please! He rips your panties as he's pulling them down and flings them off to the side with a grunt, his strength and eagerness betraying him.

He kneels up inbetween your thighs, circling your clit with his thumb while he watches you intently, squirming beneath him. When he sees your stomach clench, he stops rubbing, making you moan loudly.

"If you don't like it, then why are you moaning?" He whispers into your ear. Oh god! You want to grab him but he's pinning you in place with his thick thighs.

"I didn't say I didnt like - " he didn't wait for you to finish before he buried his face between your legs " - ah fuck Thor" lapping at your wetness with his thick fucking tongue. Your body jerks as he repeatedly circles your clit with the tip of his tongue. It's truly agonisingly pleasurable, desperately pushing yourself up into his mouth.

"Fuck, you taste so fucking good" he says stopping to look up at you, his mouth glistening with your juices before he dives straight back in, making you writhe and moan.

"Oh god Thor, I can't take anymore" you scream as your legs begin shaking uncontrollably and your body turns ridgid as you gush all over his mouth.

"Mmm" he says while still pressing his lips to you, the sound vibrating your already swollen, aching clit making you release another orgasm. You still haven't recovered from the first and the whole room spins around you as you come down from the high, a ringing reverberating in your ears. Thor still sucking your clit into his mouth while his tongue flicks up and down relentlessly.

"I can't... Ah fuck. Pleaseee" you plead, unable to take much more of the unforgiving pleasure coursing through your core.

He moves his mouth away but replaces his lips with his thick fingers, so you only have seconds to breathe before your holding your breath again. Desperately grasping at the sofa cushions to brace yourself.

"Tell me" he says breathlessly, his hair tousled from your fingers.

"I... I -" you can't speak, you don't even know what day it is. Locked in a neverending loop of pure hedonism.

"I won't stop until you tell me what you want" he curls his fingers up to meet your spot, gazing in your eyes as he continually finger bangs you until you're gushing over his fingers. Melting into the couch with the euphoric rapture of yet another orgasm. Mewling beneath him as you unspeakably beg him for his cock without actually being able to speak out loud.

"Fuck... Me" you force out between breaths making him smile wickedly. All you can do is lay there and watch as he pulls his trousers over his cheeks, just until his cock is free. Before you can even take in the sight of his huge cock, he's slamming you into oblivion.

You instinctively wrap your legs around his back, pushing him impossibly deeper into you, with your feet. You watch his face screw as your walls clamp around his cock like a vice, groaning in your ear as he slams into you over and over again.

You've never felt pleasure like this before, the whole thing has felt like one giant orgasm from start to finish. You don't ever want it to end, his narcotic power over you. The way he can make you feel like a goddess but weak at the same time.

You roll your hips, bringing them up to meet his thrusts at a unbelievable pace. You can feel the gripping sensation rising through your veins again as you come harder than ever before, screaming at the same time. Thor looks at you, checking you're ok before he carries on the onslaught. You're an absolute quivering wreck and you don't know how you can take much more without shattering into a million pieces.

"You good?" He whispers in your ear, slowing down the pace ever so slightly.

"Hmm, kiss me." he smiles before kissing you tenderly, opening your mouth with his lips so he can find your tongue. You hold on to his back while he fucks you gently, a much softer, forgiving pace.

"I thought you said no romance?" You feel him smile on your lips, while you roll your hips into his, matching his pace.

He moves the hair from your face and holds your head in his hands, his forehead resting on yours.

"Look at me" he continues thrusting in to you while you gaze into each others eyes. The look of lust you see there, making your orgasm build again. You can feel his cock twitching when he's almost ready, grunting with the last of his thrusts. You can feel the power of his come as he pumps into you, then falls limply on your chest. You're both panting loudly as you wait for your climaxes to pass, your chests rising and falling so fast. He rests himself between your legs, trying not to put all of his weight on to you, waiting for you to recover in a comfortable silence.

"Well that escalated quickly" you say, laughing nervously, hoping that this wasn't going to make things awkward between you now.

"I'm not finished with you yet" or maybe it's just the start of a whole new relationship dynamic, one you were more than happy to pursue after that performance.

#thor odinson #thor x you #thor x reader #thor smut #thor #mcu smut #smut

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sxdmoonchxld · 4 years

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Proven Wrong | KTH

Taehyung x reader

Words: 4k+

Genre: smut

Warnings: Rough Sex, Oral Sex, Fingerfucking, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Cunnilingus, Begging, Multiple Orgasms, Very Big Dick Tae, Like Scary Big, Like Gut Splitting Big, Unrealistic Sex, Belly Bulge, Bad Dirty Talk, Unprotected Sex, Gets A Little Dubious Consent Towards The End

Summary: You call his dick small. He proves that it’s not, by wrecking your pussy ;)

a/n: again i use to be lizardsocial. this was my most popular story on here so im bringing it back as well. i think you can find the original one on here somewhere. i don’t expect it to get half as many notes it did the first time but thas okai. i’ve edited kinda heavily so it's a little different from the original. its filthier. anywhos. Enjoy!

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Loud music blasted throughout your apartment, the rumbling bass from the speakers reverberated through your bedroom walls. Pictures and posters rippled with each vibration, struggling to retain their original position. You groaned in annoyance, you honestly thought your request was quite simple. Just a couple of hours. 120 minutes of quietness was all you asked for so that you could study for your upcoming calculus test. He knew how important this exam was to you. He evened 'pinky promise, cross your heart hope to die'. That he would give you the silence needed to stay focused. And everyone knew you don't break a pinky promise.

Even now in your annoyance, his voice still played on a constant loop in your head.

"Oh! Yea ___, not a problem. I can keep it quiet for you. So don't you worry a hair on your pretty little head!" Taehyung had said, waving his hand in the air feigning nonchalance.

That cute signature boxy smile of his planted face. You actually thought that for once he would keep his word, and you could get some precious studying time, but no. The tiny 2-bedroom shared apartment was full of heavy jazz music and high-pitched shrieking from what sounded like a cat being skinned alive. Who even listens to jazz music when trying to fuck?

The last thread of patience had now been pulled too thin and finally snapped. Your desire to study was gone with the wind, and in its place, irritability and wrath began to take root. You slammed your laptop closed and threw it to the end of the bed along with your papers and textbook. Jumping out of bed, you stomped your way out of the bedroom, eyes searching frantically for your target.

"Taehyung!" You yelled once you began to process the scene that was in front of you. The living room was in shambles, Taehyung's phone was hooked up to the speaker, the volume loud enough you swore angels in heaven could hear. An empty soda bottle, chip bags and clothes littered the floor. Don't even get you started on the couch pillows! Your one of a kind thrift finds were strewn all over the place. You felt your blood pressure rising, the vein at your temple fattening in rage and pulsing wildly. Your jaw threatening to ache from how hard you were grinding your teeth out of anger.

Your eyes investigated the vicinity for Taehyung and low and behold there he was on the now bare couch. Lying underneath him was the source of the vexatious screeches. He was dry humping on some random chick with his mouth fiercely attached to her neck, deep purple bruises vivid from where you stood across the room. You rolled your eyes at the pair. You knew damn well Taehyung's thin lips and weak thrusts didn't call for all that useless screaming.

You stomped over to the speaker, your sock padded feet slapping against the hardwood floor, and yanked the cord from the wall. Already the apartment was halfway quiet except for the banshee that was still squawking her head off.

"Hey! Shut the fuck up with all that noise!" You roared, scaring the girl and finally bringing their attention to your heated figure. Taehyung separated his lips from the girl's neck with a wet smack dislodging himself from between her spread thighs.

"Y/n, so nice of you to join us. How is studying going?" Taehyung spoke with a grin plastered on his handsome face. You resisted the urge to reach out and slap it off. He knew that you couldn't or anybody for a fact, could study with all the noise that was just previously filling the confines of the apartment. Yet here he was playing with the smidge of patience you had left by trying to simulate naiveté.

"All I asked was for you to be silent so that I could study for my upcoming test, and you said that you would. But instead, I am interrupted by your noisy ass music. Jazz music at that and this bitch here screaming at the top of her lungs!" You growled out between clenched teeth. The female gasped at your words embarrassment transforming her features, while Taehyung sat there with a blank look on his face, apparently unamused with your little rant.

"Oh my! Please excuse my rude roommate Mino. Obviously, her parents forgot to teach her basic manners. Let me walk you to the door." Taehyung spoke his fluffy curls swaying with the shakes of his head. A look of disappointment aimed your way as he began helping her gather her things and walking her to the front door.

"Umm, actually my name is Mina." She corrected Taehyung, but you could see it on his face that he could care less about the girl's name. Taehyung looked at her for a few seconds, as if he was processing the correct information of the girl's name.

"Yeah. Mona, that's what I said, isn't it?" Taehyung deadpanned, pushing her through the front door. Mina huffed at the fact that Taehyung continued to get her name wrong. You observed the pitiful interaction as you began to clean up the mess they made. You could tell from the look in Mina's eyes that she wanted more with Taehyung, but you knew that would never happen. Taehyung was a manwhore, a fuckboy, man thot, whatever the preferred term was. He had a new girl every night, and if he did try the whole "relationship smorgasbord" as he called it. The relationship usually didn't last for more than a week, before he was on to his next conquest.

"Tae?" You questioned meekly.

"Hmm?" He hummed head-turning slightly in your direction.

"Why do you do these things to me." You were genuinely curious as to why he made it his mission to push your every button. This wasn't the first time his action has hindered you from completing an important task. You just didn't understand why he chose to make your life more complicated than it already was.

"Awe is little __ j-jealous?" Taehyung taunted in a high-pitched voice used to entertain babies or puppies.

"Huh?!" You gasped choking on your saliva. Shit, you almost gave yourself whiplash with how fast you swung your neck to make full eye contact.

"Did you wish that was you, I was grinding on?" Taehyung continued to taunt as he walked into the kitchen to rinse his mouth out with water. That Mina girl had put way too much perfume on her neck. Now he was left with a sour aftertaste in his mouth. It tasted cheap, and Taehyung didn't do cheap.

If he was sincere with himself, he did wish it was you he was giving all his attention instead of these random girls. He considered you cute and innocent, with an air of sexiness. That he was pretty sure you weren't conscious of. In all actuality, Taehyung was smitten with you from the first time he saw when you came to ask about the roommate needed sign he had posted. The cute little freshman with a quirky personality and full of ambition. Those first 10 minutes of meeting you had him sprung like no other. You were way different from the usual girls he was used to. Which shouldn't be much of a surprise since most just wanted to fuck, have money spent on them. Oh! Of course, the bragging rights, that they actually got to fuck THE Kim Taehyung.

Don't get him wrong, there had been a countless amount of times he had tried to gain your attention. But you were too busy holed up in your room with your pretty little head stuck in a book to give him the time of day. So instead Taehyung reverted back to his middle school ways and chose to torment and irritating you as a way to receive some type of reaction from you. He would take whatever he could get, he was becoming that desperate.

"What exactly did I have to be jealous of? You do know she was faking it right? I didn't think you to be so naive Tae, because you and I both know that them thin ass lips-" You stopped to point at the box that made up his mouth. "And that speck in your pants that you call a dick can't make anyone scream." You declared assuredly, moving your pointer finger down to his crotch. Pride and confidence swelled in your chest at the insult thrown at him. 'Good one __'

Taehyung spat out the water he was swishing around in his mouth and whipped his head in your direction. Did you just stand there and try to insult his manhood? Nah, clearly his hearing had to be a little off, right?

"Excuse me, what did you just say? My ears must be failing me." Taehyung said wiping the stray droplets of water from his mouth, sticking a finger in his ear to loosen the imaginary earwax there. Amused, he sauntered towards you, a ghost of a smirk rising on his face.

"You heard me, Mr.Kim. Your micropenis couldn't pleasure anything but your hand if even that." You said backing up, as he prowled closer to you, his shoulder in a tense bunch raised close to his ears. Any amusement his face could have held was gone, in its place was a dark, unreadable expression. His mouth fixed in a firm line, and the tip of his ears blossomed red. Flames of anger and lust flashing in his chocolate eyes.

"My sweet __, nothing about me is little. I can guarantee that." Taehyung growled out, his already deep voice deepened in tone. You scoffed trying to portray indifference but continued backing away from his advancing until your back made contact with the wall. Shit.

Taehyung placed his hands beside your head, caging you in. Your eyes fluttered softly as you breathe in his rich cologne encased your senses, dark, woodsy with just a hit of a floral note. His eyes roamed your face, taking in your features before settling on your lips. You self-consciously licked them before tucking them between your teeth. Taehyung leaned his face closer to yours.

"Such a pretty little mouth you have. Has anyone told you how troublesome it could be though?" Taehyung questioned, his thumb on his left coming up to your upper lip.

You could feel your heart beating against your ribcage, feel your cheeks heat up, and dare you say; a gush of wetness in the seat of your boy shorts. The sexual tension was too powerful for your weak defences. Against your better judgment, you let your eyes flutter closed, and lips pucker expectantly anticipating the moment his lips would meet yours. Except Taehyung had other plans.

He shifted his head to the right, placing a gentle kiss on the lobe of your ear. Slowly moving his lips up to the outer shell of your ear.

You couldn't help the surprised moan that left your mouth as you unconsciously tilted your head back, offering your neck to his probing advances.

"Would you like me to prove you wrong?" Taehyung challenged in a whisper. His deep voice sending shocks of pleasure zinging down your spine. He trailed his lips down your neck, pressing gentle kisses against the surface. You had to choke back the moan that threatened to escape you at the feeling of his soft lips on your neck.

"N-no, Taehyung." You panted breathlessly.

"I don't feel like finding my glasses to look at something too small for the naked eye to see." You spoke, resolute on getting in one last insult. Taehyung pulled his face away from your neck, growling at your words.

"Haha, hilarious." He laughed humorously.

He pulled your body away from the wall, hoisted you up over his shoulder with a small grunt, and made his way to his bedroom. Kicking the door open before unceremoniously throwing you on his plush king-sized bed. 'Not good'.

Taehyung stood at the edge of the bed staring at you with unadulterated lust clouding his eyes. His chest heaved heavily with anger or arousal, you weren't sure. But based on the sizable tent in his pants, you could guess the latter.

"Taehyung! I already told you I don't want to see your baby-." You started but was cut off by Taehyung grabbing your ankles and pulling you roughly to the edge of the bed, pouncing on you. His lips met yours in a kiss that stole your breath away. The kiss was sensual and firm, but you could tell he was holding back.

Taehyung snaked his hand up your body, and into your hair, giving it a sharp tug. You gasped at the slight pain giving him a clear path to ease his tongue into your mouth, coiling itself around your own, deepening the kiss further. He thoroughly explored your mouth not leaving one surfaced untouched by his tongue, greedily swallowing your needy moans. Fuck he tasted good. Like oranges and burnt sugar.

Taehyung detached from your mouth to remove his shirt and to help you remove your tank top as-well. Your nipples pebbling from the chilly air and arousal. His eyes studied your body, you wanted so badly to shield yourself away from his unwavering stare.

"You're so beautiful. I've waited so long for this." Taehyung whispered before attacking your throat with kisses. You whined out in pleasure, your hips bucking up with every love bite he delivered, your body was aching in need for more.

"Tae. P-please more. G-give me m-more." You keened in between pants of air.

Your hips now undulated in tiny circles as Taehyung trailed his kisses down your neck, to your breast. He sucked and bit the soft skin around your nipple lightly. Soon his tongue gently wrapped around your nipple, sucking it into his warm mouth, while his hand teased the other breast, kneading and pinching your nipple. Your moans were increasing in volume, at his assault.

Your legs widened on their own accord, making more room for Taehyung. Your pussy was weeping profusely. The boy shorts you were wearing were thoroughly drenched, and with each movement of your hips, your arousal perfumed the air. Releasing your nipple, he continued his way down your chest, moving his lips across your stomach. Down, down he goes until he's kissing you down to where your torso joins your pelvis. He trained his eyes on you, eager to see your reaction as he pulled your boy shorts off from your body with a wet smack.

"Tell me what you want love. Use your big girl voice for me." Taehyung cooed in a provoking tone. You would have told him to fuck off if it wasn't for his mouth hovering right over your clenching core, his hot breath attacking your pussy lips.

"Cat got your tongue? You sure did have a lot of things to say earlier." Taehyung teased once more. You moaned with each word he said, your hips thrusting upwards, hoping to find his mouth.

"Please! Just touch my pussy, lick it, do something! Stop teasing me!" You urged, bringing your hands up to stimulate your breast, you didn't know how much more teasing you could take. You could feel your essence seeping between your ass cheeks and coating the bed. The dull ache in your stomach was intensifying, and he had barely touched you.

"Mmm, well since you begged nicely." Taehyung replied, wasting no time in attacking your pussy. His broad tongue licked wide strips up against your pussy. Splitting your lips with the appendage with each pass to dip his tongue into your pulsating hole. Your hands found his soft brown hair as your back arched off the bed, pushing your cunt deeper into his face.

"Y-yeahfuck! Like that it's so good!" You whined slurring your words.

Taehyung shifted his probing muscle's attention to your clit, attacking it with kitten licks. You shouted loudly, as your thighs were beginning to shake. The coil in your stomach tightening almost painfully. He wrapped his strong arms around your thighs, your knees were hitched higher up almost touching your chest in this position.

But this way, he had much more leverage to devour you. The comforter on his bed bunching uncomfortably beneath your ass but at this moment you gave zero fucks. Taehyung had total control now, showing no remorse as your upper body thrashed about on the bed. Your hands were no longer able to reach his hair, so you opted for your own instead, pulling harshly on your roots.

"Fuck, Taehyung!" You wailed shrilly. Taehyung chuckled at the sounds you were making, remembering your words from earlier he couldn't wait to hear what you sounded like taking his dick.

He then rubbed two thick fingers in the abundance of fluids that your pussy was producing and gently eased them into your tight core.

"Not only is baby girl surprisingly noisy, but she's also pretty tight too." You clenched even more around his fingers, your wall throbbing wildly around them.

"I can't wait to feel you around my dick." Taehyung moaned sucking your clit into his mouth, delivering hard sucks as his fingers pumped into you at a moderate speed. Sadly, the introduction of his fingers was your undoing. You couldn't help as your legs stuck straight in the air. Body arching off the bed and bowed forward as your orgasm hit you like a freight train knocking the wind from your lungs.

Your eyes were shut tightly, and your mouth hung open in a silent scream as your body convulsed from the intensity of your orgasm. Taehyung had a hard time holding you down but continued his assault on your creaming pussy. He slurped as much of your cream as he could, absolutely addicted to the way you tasted.

"T-Tae, stop-p." You called out to him pathetically. Your intense orgasm had passed, but he was still thrusting shallowly inside your tight core, lapping at your clit. The oversensitivity was becoming too much, as you struggled to wiggle away from him. Taehyung withdrew his fingers and ceased his licking with one last kiss on your clit, making you flinch at the contact.

Taehyung beheld your fucked out appearance with pride. Your legs splayed open, displaying your spasming cunt. The way your chest was swiftly rising and falling as you struggled to catch your breath. Your hair stood up in every direction from your previous pulling, body trembling with aftershocks, and all he did was eat you out and finger you.

"Wow." You mumbled your eyes closing, sleep trying to claim you.

"Oh, nonono. I'm not done with you yet." Taehyung proclaimed, flipping you onto your stomach. He had to admit he was the hardest he had ever been in his life. His pants were now unbearably tight, and a wet spot at the crotch of his pants started to become visible. Taehyung tugged the offending material off hissing as his massive erection made contact with the air, free from being confined. You lifted yourself with jelly arms onto your knees, wanting to see what the commotion was behind you.

You choked on your spit for the second time today, as your eyes made contact with the angry red monster Taehyung called his cock. Not only was he unbelievably thick; a little bigger than your wrist, but he was also long. In his hands was the living definition of a third leg. He was crazy if he actually thought that would fit inside of you?

"Fuck that shit!" You cursed trying to scramble to the headboard of the bed, but Taehyung halted your escape, grabbing your ankles and yanking you back.

He would have laughed at your reaction, but he was too turned on, there was so much blood rushing to his cock he felt lightheaded. He wasted no time in putting you back in your previous position. Pulling your ass up so that it was sticking in the air and your torso was lying flat on the bed, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise.

"Tae! Wait...you can't be serious!" You tried pleading with him terrified that thing he called his dick was going to tear you apart.

"Not so little am I baby?" He snickered

Don't worry, you can take it I'll go slow." Taehyung groaned his voice strained, his arousal was beginning to take a toll on him. Taehyung grabbed his shaft and brought the bulbous tip of his cock to rub against your clit. You mewled with pleasure, his tip was hot and the pre-come he was leaking added to the sensation of relaxing and reigniting your body.

Taehyung continued to stroke his tip along your clit thoroughly coating it with your thick fluids. He placed the thick head at your entrance, your juices helping him to slide in. He watched in amazement as your leftover cum gather around the head of his cock in a coating out creamy white. Your body tensed up at the massive intrusion, your cunt pulsated wildly around him, drawing a deep groan from his throat.

"Baby relax, you're squeezing so tight." Taehyung moaned out affected by your spasming core. He reached his hand underneath your body and strummed at your clit once again, coxing you to relax.

Taehyung took your distraction as his cue to shove the offending length inside your prone pussy. You squealed at the sudden fullness and intense burning. Bucking your hips, trying to dislodge him. It was too much to take, especially at this position. Your pussy was going to rip in half.

"B-bi-iig-g. To-o mu-ch." You whined out stuttering horribly.

Taehyung gripped your hips harder to stop your fitful twisting and bucking. He felt as though he was about to explode you were so damn tight and wet, your bucking didn't help his case any either. He didn't wait this long to finish early. He refused to be a one pump chump. Taehyung reached his hand back underneath your body to locate your clit, rubbing it in firm tight circles, to help relax you, and sure enough; like magic, after you adjusted to his massive size, your body was suddenly filled with mind-numbing pleasure. Your whimpers turned into loud groans as you threw your hips back onto Taehyung, giving him the okay to start moving.

"Hell yeah. That's it, baby girl work this tight little cunt on my cock." He grunts before he withdrew his length and slammed back in, his dick splitting your sensitive walls, hitting every spot inside your clenching cunt. His strokes were fast, broad, and powerful, never had you felt so full in your life. Your mouth was gaped open, as shrieks of pleasure fell from your jaws, drool dripped from your lips, and dots blurred your vision. You could feel him in your guts, branding himself inside you. The coil in your stomach was quickly tightening, ready to release what was no doubt, going to be the most intense orgasm your body was about to experience. Taehyung could feel your core tightening up further, your tight little pussy was far better than he could have expected, he wanted to punch himself for waiting this long to indulge in you.

"You're taking this big cock so well, baby. Such a good girl." Taehyung growled.

"But I have a secret to tell you." You shivered as he stopped mid-stroke. You felt the warmth and damp skin of his torso drape over your back. Like pudding in his hands. You didn't even flinch as he brought his large callused hands up through the part in your breast to wrap around your throat.

Ever so slightly he squeezed the sides of your neck, you felt him throb in your stomach as you clenched even tighter around him at the action. Slowly he lifted your head up with his hand still on your neck. Again he squeezed. Bringing his lips down to your ear, he said, "Would you believe me if I said you're only taking half of me in."

The way your jaw dropped and your eyes bugged out of your head would have been comical. If you weren't genuinely terrified, that is.

"O-nly half! That's impossible I swear your touch my small intestine already." You tried to look back to see if he was lying or not, but he tightened his hold on your neck, forcing your head back to look up at him. Your body was now bowed in an almost perfect 'C' shape. You felt his other hand snake around your abdomen and press on the bulge that was his cock poking through your stomach. Again he throbbed in excitement.

"You were talking such a big game earlier baby girl, what happened? Surely you could all of a dick that's as little as mine. Right?" Taehyung scolded in your ear.

Little by little, he began pulling you more on his cock by your neck. And fuck he really wasn't lying he really had more length to feed your cunt.

"Ta-ae, pleaseplease n-o more-e, I can't take it m-my stomach hurts." You whined

"Hmm? But you're so close to taking all of me in. Just a few more inches, and I'll be all in." He responded.

Not wasting any more time he released your neck, and before you could fall down to the bed. He locked his fingers in your hair and firmly yanked, lifting you off the mattress, and into his arms, allowing himself the rest of the way in.

You screamed out as his hips met your ass with a wet smack. The increase in pressure coupled with the new position broke the levee to your release. You trembled uncontrollably as your orgasm started from your toes. Quickly spreading to your arms and head before finally spreading throughout your whole body, you were rendered speechless as your orgasm claimed you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, as a burst of white light flashed behind your eyes, incoherent sounds of what was supposed to be Taehyung's name filled the space around you.

Through it all Taehyung continued to fuck into you almost violently, allowing your cores convulsions to wash over him. His body dripped with sweat as he briefly picked up his speed, his hips beginning to stutter. He held your thrashing body close to his as delivered his last couple of thrusts before moaning loudly and exploding his hot seed inside of your wrecked cunt.

You both fell breathlessly on the mattress, sweat polishing your skin, exhaustion quickly making its way to claim you. Taehyung pulled slowly out of your battered and swollen pussy. On wobbly legs, walked to the restroom to get a washcloth to clean the mess that was between your thighs. You moaned at the textured touch of the cloth and the dampness of it soothing the hot burn from your pussy.

Your whole body was numb, and you were utterly worn out, so much so, that when Taehyung pulled you into his arms, you didn't even argue.

In the morning you will definitely be having a word with him. But for now, you let his racing heartbeat lull you to some much-needed sleep.

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Wait I just read the head canon of the “spider in the shower” scenario and they were AMAZING. So spot on😭. I am here to put in a request for this but for the Mayans and if you want to/have time for the rest of the SOA boys. I just loved it soooo much 🥺 you write so well for these characters!!!

Ask and you shall receive! For those wondering, Here is the original Spider in the Shower HC for the SOA boys.

HC for the Mayans Men under the cut! These are a little different set-up-wise since as far as we know the Mayans clubhouse doesn't have dorms. So these all take place in houses or apartments or whatever you picture these boys living in

Bishop:

- he heard you scream and came running from the other end of the house, banging on the bathroom door, “Sweetheart, you alright? Open up!” The two-second delay between him saying that and you unlocking the door felt like an eternity to him. He never heard you scream like that before

- when he walked in he expected to see blood everywhere, or something completely shattered and broken. But nothing seemed out of place. The only thing that seemed off was you, sitting up on the sink counter dripping water while staring at the bathtub.

- “What’s going on?” he looks around the bathroom but can’t for the life of him figure out what’s wrong. He grabs a towel and drapes it around your shoulders as he follows your line of sight.

- “Why the fuck is there a spider in our shower?” you look up at him.

- he wasn’t used to you asking questions so aggressively. He made a mental note that spiders were a tense topic for you. He could only shrug in response before saying, “I didn’t send out invites, you know. Don’t look at me like that,” you could see that he was trying not to smile and failing miserably.

- “Will you kill it, please?” your tone switched from annoyed to pleading. He chuckled as he peered behind the shower curtain, “You sure you don’t want me to just catch him and put him outside?” You raised your eyebrows, “And give him the chance to come back? No fucking way.”

- he didn’t say anything else as he took his boot off and smack it against the wall, effectively putting the spider out of commission. You stayed on the sink out of the way as he grabbed a tissue and cleaned up the mess, throwing the spider in the trash

- he scooped you up off the sink counter and walked you back to your shared bedroom, hiding his laughter by pressing his lips against your bare shoulder. He set you down on the bed and threw you one of his old t-shirts to put on. The two of you looked at each other in silence for a few moments before you finally spoke up, “Don’t you dare tell anyone about this.” He laughed as he collapsed on the bed next to you, “I won’t...for now.”

Angel:

- he thought that he was in for a sexy time in the shower with you. He was eagerly slipping out of his jeans and tank top as he watched you hop into the shower, disappearing behind the curtain.

- he peeled off his socks and was getting ready to hop in the shower behind you when the sound of your scream filled the tiny space at his house. He didn't even have time to try and register what was going on as you leapt out of the shower, water still running, and slamming into him. You sent both of you crashing into the sink counter

- “Fuck, Y/N, what’s the matter with you?” he was rubbing his hip where it had just gotten jammed into the corner of the counter

- “There’s a spider in there!” He looked at you, not completely surprised, “So you gotta bodyslam me? C’mon, querida, it can’t be that scary. It’s way smaller than you.” You narrowed your eyes at him, “Then you go kill it!”

- he scoffs, reaching and shutting the water off before peeling the curtain back, “Maybe I will.” He does his signature, cocky little head shake that drives you nuts when it’s directed at you.

- he holds his hand out behind him, “Gimme a tissue.” You set one in his hand, eagerly watching over his shoulder as he catches and crushes the spider inside the tissue. He turns back to you, a proud smirk on his face, “See? All taken care of.” He tosses it in the toilet and flushes it away.

- Once it’s gone for good, he reaches and turns the shower back on. His expression changes completely when he turns back around to you and sees you pulling your rode on. “Where you goin’, querida?” he looks so genuinely confused.

- you shake your head, “I’m not getting back in that fucking shower tonight. Have fun.” You don’t give him the chance to try and change your mind and you can hear him groaning behind you as he shuts the shower back off again, admitting defeat.

Coco:

- swings the door open with an amount of force that you’d never seen, baseball bat in his hand, “Who the fuck is in here?!” he looks frantically around the bathroom, trying to locate whoever it was that made you scream like that.

- it took a second before he noticed that you were standing to the side of him, tucking yourself neatly into the corner of your bathroom. He saw the way your hair was still dripping and quickly looked you over to make sure that you were physically okay.

- “What happened?” his hand was still gripping the baseball bat tightly. You pointed to the shower, “There’s a spider in the shower...”

- he couldn't pretend that he wasn’t confused, “Alright. And?” You scoffed, “What do you mean and?” He shrugged, “I mean and what the fuck made you scream like that? It bite you or somethin’?” You sighed, “No! It didn’t bite me. I just...I don’t want a spider in the shower with me, Coco! You gotta kill it!”

- his grip on the bat finally loosened up a bit. He shook his head, “You had me thinkin’ there was a murderer in here or some shit. You can’t kill it yourself?” You flashed him your best puppy-dog eyes, “C’mon, Coco, please?” He tilted his head slightly, “Whatchu gonna do if this happens when I’m not here?”

- you sighed. You should’ve known that it wasn’t going to be an easy thing with him. The man put holes in people’s heads on a semi-regular basis for the club without question, but asking him to squash a bug was going to spark a philosophical discussion.

- “I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it. Please, Coco, I don’t wanna do it.” It was evident in his eyes that he was contemplating leaving you to deal with the problem on your own. But he was soft for you and couldn't follow through on it. With a sigh, he climbed into the tub and stomped the spider with no hesitation before washing it down the drain.

- he kissed your forehead, “Next time you gotta do it. Survival of the fittest, Ma.” You rolled your eyes, “My knight in shining armor.” He turned around and flashed you the cocky smile that made you weak in the knees every time, “Damn right.”

EZ:

- the sound of your yell filled the entirety of the small trailer. He jumped up off the bed and made his way to the small pocket of space that passed for his bathroom and was instantly bombarded by you running into him. The front of his shirt instantly became soaked, absorbing all the water from your body.

- “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” he gripped you gently but firmly by the outsides of your arms. You shook your head, “This trailer is not big enough for the three of us, Ezekiel.” His eyebrows furrowed, “Three of us?” You nodded, “Yea. You, me, and your hairy eight-legged friend in there,” you gestured towards the bathroom.

- that was when he realized what happened. He smiled down at you before he thought better of it and you pushed his chest, “It’s not funny!” He nodded, forcing a serious expression as he held his hands up in surrender, “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

- “Want me to take care of it?” the smirk was already reappearing on his face. You huff, “No, I want the three of us to learn how to live in harmony together.”

- “I know you’re being sarcastic,” he chuckled as he shuffled past you to get to the bathroom, “But that would make for a good story.”

- you were shaking your head as you grabbed one of his shirts to wear, sitting down on the bed as you watched him try to maneuver around in the small space to kill the spider.

- “Sorry, buddy,” EZ spoke to the creature as he got ready to squash it with a tissue, “but she said that we can’t be friends.” You rolled your eyes, “You’re not about to make me feel bad about this, EZ.”

- he reemerged from the bathroom, tossing the tissue into the garbage can, “Sounds like a guilty conscience, to me.” You grabbed a pillow and threw it at him, “You’re the worst.” He laughed as he peeled off his now-soaked shirt, “Is that any way to thank the guy who just saved you?”

- you pressed your lips into a thin line, staying silent for a moment before grabbing the other pillow and throwing it at him, “Thank you.”

Creeper:

- 100% comes running into the bathroom with his shotgun in his hand after he hears you scream

- has never heard you express that kind of fear before and definitely think that someone was hiding in the shower and had a knife to your throat or something

- when he sees you perched up on the closed toilet lid he is confused to say the least. Your hair is dripping and you hadn’t even bothered to grab a towel when you jumped out of the shower

- still not completely sure what’s going on, he refuses to completely set down his gun, instead letting it dangle by his side as he looks you over, “Hey, Mama, what’s going on in here?”

- not getting up from your perch, you point to the shower, “You gotta kill it, Neron.”

- “Kill what?” he rips the curtain back but doesn’t see anything at first

- you point aggressively towards the corner of the shower where all the body wash and shampoo bottles are stacked, “The spider!”

- “The spider?” he fights back a laugh as he rests the shotgun across his shoulders, arms dangling over it, “You screaming like that over a spider?”

- “Will you kill it already?!”

- he hands you a towel to wrap around your shoulder, chuckling as he sets his gun down outside the bathroom door. You try to tell him that he might still need the gun and he laughs before stepping into the tub to locate and kill the spider.

- very nicely, he asks you to get off the toilet so he can flush it away down the toilet. You jump up, standing at the very edge of the doorway as you watch him flush it away. He shuts the toilet lid and turns back to you, an amused smile on his face

- “Didn’t know you were afraid of spiders, baby,” he walks over and hugs you, kissing the soaking wet hair on top of your head, “I’ll keep a closer eye out for them.”

- “You better,” you grumble as you lean into his chest, “Or I’m gonna start using the shotgun.”

Hank:

- does not want to burst into the bathroom while you’re in there, feeling like he’s invading your privacy despite the fact that you screamed for him hardly a moment before

- gently knocked on the door and you responded with what he could only describe as a bark as you told him to get in the bathroom now

- once he was halfway inside the door, you pulled him completely in by his hand. He was trying not to stare at you but it was difficult to pry his eyes away from you, not used to seeing you standing around so exposed, and drenched from your shower

- “You gotta kill it, Hank.”

- he raised his eyebrows, “Kill it? Kill what?” You nod towards the shower, “There’s a spider in the shower!”

- all the tension that he was previously holding in his shoulders disappeared. He remembered at one point you’d mentioned that you hated spiders, but he didn't think that you really hated them that much. He knew how much you loved your long, hot showers.

- “I thought you were hurt, Y/N,” he was trying to sound bothered but you could see the smile fighting its way onto his face.

- “Um,” you scoff, “I could’ve been hurt. That thing is the size of a small dog.”

- he chuckled and shook his head, “Alright, alright,” he gently ushered you through the doorway, “Go get changed and I’ll take care of it for you,” he watched you walk towards the bedroom, “Better call the dog warden just in case!”

Taza:

- he heard you calling for him and had no idea what to expect. You weren’t the type to yell across the house for things that you needed.

- when he got to the bathroom, you were standing outside the doorway, towel lazily wrapped around you as you stood and waited for him. With every passing second he became more confused.

- once you told him that there was a spider in the shower and you couldn't go back in the bathroom until it was dead, a smile took over his face and he couldn't help but to laugh

- Che “Catch & Release” Romero

- you were upset that he was going to give the spider a chance to come back and try again to ambush you in the shower, but you knew it was an argument that you weren’t going to win with him.

- within a minute he had it trapped in a cup, covering the opening with his hand as he walked it back through the house to release it.

- he came back to find you sitting cross-legged on the bed, still wrapped in your towel. He tried to sit next to you but you pulled away from him, scooting farther down the bed.

- “What is it, mi amor? Hm?” there was a small, knowing smile on his face as he asked you the question. You huffed, “I don’t want you to touch me with your spider hands!”

- he laughed, “I only touched it with this hand,” he held up his right hand before reaching to caress your face with his left, “So this hand is still safe for you.”

Gilly:

- is under the impression that you are being dramatic about something when you call him into the bathroom for an emergency

- he walks in all cocky, expecting you to have some weird, little favor to ask of him

- he wasn’t thinking that he was going to open the door and nearly cause you to fall over in the process. He catches you, but barely, your dripping skin sliding in his grip.

- “Fuck, what happened in here?” he saw the water all over the floor where you jumped out of the shower

- “You have a spider in your shower!” you pointed frantically. He shook his head, as if he should’ve known that it would be something like that, “So? Shoot it with the showerhead.”

- you give him an offended look, “You shoot it with the showerhead! I don’t want to be anywhere near that thing.” He laughed and pulled the curtain to the side and looked around for the creature in question.

- gets halfway through some smartass remark before seeing the spider and jumping back himself, “Fuck!”

- your fear would be momentarily outweighed by the satisfaction of seeing Gilly eat his words. You cross your arms over your bare chest, “Just shoot it with the showerhead, baby.”

- you can’t hear too clearly what he’s saying as he grumbles, sliding the boot off of his foot before slamming it down on the floor of the shower, crushing the bug in the process. He would deny it if anyone asked him about it after the fact, but you definitely heard him let out a sigh of relief once he lifted up the boot and saw that the spider was dead

Riz:

- is full of worry as he rushes to the bathroom

- he walks in and sees you standing, leaning back against the sink counter, water dripping off your body onto the floor. His initial instinct is to try and take care of you, grabbing a towel and trying to wrap it around your shoulders.

- “You gotta kill the spider, Riz,” you were completely ignoring the soft gestures he was trying to give you.

- “Wh-what?” he was thoroughly confused, still trying to drape the towel around your shoulders. You grabbed the towel from him, breaking his singular concentration, “There’s a spider in your shower, Riz. You gotta kill it.”

- “Is that what made you scream?” he gently wiped some of the water off of your cheek, “It’ll probably leave you alone if you wanna finish your shower, hermosa.” You turn and look at him, dumbfounded, “Do you...do you shower when you know there’s a spider in there with you?” He shrugged, “We just don’t bother each other.”

- you couldn't believe what you were hearing, “How long have you known there’s a spider in there?” He could sense that he was in hot water already but he couldn't force himself to lie to you, “I mean, I don’t know if it’s always the same spider but--” You couldn't listen to any more of what he was about to say, “Kill it, Michael. Please.”

- he grabbed a second towel and threw it down on the floor to soak up some of the water that you’d dragged out of the shower with you, “Okay, okay. Whatever you want, querida. Go dry off, I’ll take care of the spider.”

- as much as you wanted to be as far away from the spider as possible, you stayed, “I wanna make sure you actually get rid of it.” He chuckled, shaking his head slightly as he reached and shut the shower off. He saw it crawling up onto the lip of the tub and with one smooth motion he crushed it underneath the toe of his boot.

- “All better?” he turned back to you. You tapped your finger against his chest, “No more letting bugs be guests in our shower. I’ll leave. I’ll move out.”

Bonus- Nestor (because i love him):

- he swung the door open and was met with the sight of you standing on top of the closed toilet lid. Instantly he felt like whatever the situation was, was above his paygrade. The shower was still running and water was all over the floor.

- he held his hands out to help you down, “Get down from there. You’re gonna fall and crack your skull.”

- “Better than letting that thing in there kill me!” it was dramatic, but you didn't care. His brows furrowed in confusion, “What thing? Where?” You pointed to the shower, “There’s a spider in the shower, Nes!”

- the expression on his face let you know that he felt that it was far too early in the morning to be dealing with this level of nonsense. He ran his hands down his face before holding them out to you again, “Please get down off the toilet, Y/N.” You shook your head, “Not until you kill the spider.”

- with a deep sigh, he turned the water off in the shower and pulled the curtain to the side. He scanned the tub for a minute before finally finding the threat. He wouldn't admit it to you, but he understood why it freaked you out--it was a big fucking spider.

- not thinking better of it, he picked your slide up off the floor and slammed it down onto the spider, crushing it on the bottom of your shoe. You whined, “Why’d you have to use my shoe?” He turned back to you, his expression painfully neutral, “The spider is dead, isn’t it?” he held his hands out yet again, “Now please get down from there.”

- you placed your hands in his and let him help you down, instantly wrapping your legs around his waist so that he was forced to hold you. It got a laugh out of the both of you as he caught you, holding you up with ease.

- “You owe me new slides, you know,” you chuckled as he carried you to the bedroom. He laughed, “Only if you promise not to climb on the toilet anymore.”

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beanst0ck · 3 years

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—General Headcanons for Kenma Kozume as your Boyfriend

note: i wanna thank my friends for putting up with me ranting about how much i love this man lMAO

warning: timeskip spoilers+nsfw under the cut

kenma isn’t as affectionate as others, especially when you two are out in public or out with his teammates

if they catch you acting lovey dovey they'll clown on him or tease him

the most you'll most likely get out of him is a peck on the cheek or hand holding

if you try anything bolder than that his face will get really red, bby gets flustered easily by you

when you two are alone together though, kenma will be more affectionate

if he’s gaming and you snuggle up to him, he’ll let you lay on top of him while he continues to play

when he realizes you’re asleep he’ll put his game down, wrap his arms around you, and gently kiss the top of you head while mumbling an ‘i love you’, then he’ll fall asleep with you

most of the time he won’t ask for your attention, he’ll just stare at you until you realize what he wants

if you don’t realize he craves your attention he’ll take away what’s distracting you and give you the cutest pout

please don’t ignore him he lobs you so very much

if he sees you wanting to play video games with him his love for you will increase by so much

the two things he loves? together? his life is complete

now, let’s talk about timeskip! kenma

he’s grown since high school

while he’s still quiet and reserved, he isn’t as shy as he was in high school

he’s a bit more confident now, he’s less anxious around people

but there will be times when he just wants to hide away, in your arms, because you make him feel safe and energized

kenma will spoil you, a lot

you don’t even have to ask

he sees you glance at something? he’s already bought it for you

the reason he spoils you so much is because he’s known you since high school and he knows you aren’t with him for his money, you’re with him because you love him

and he wants to show you that’s he’s extremely grateful to have you in his life

kenma knows people can be rude, especially on the internet, so he understands if you want him to keep your relationship a secret

if you don’t though, and his fans find out, they’ll ask lots of questions

kenma will gladly go on a rant about how much he loves you while on a stream and his fans will go wild

they’d make video compilations, “each time kenma smiles when they mention his s/o”

you two would play games together for a video and everyone loves it

sometimes kenma will make you play scary games with him so you’ll cling to him, he’ll never admit that he likes it though

now, let’s talk sexy times

when y’all first did it bby was inexperienced and shy, he had no idea what to do so you would have to help him out

he learns fast and memorizes all your weak points that he knows will make you squirm

he went from baby boy to daddy

like i mentioned earlier, kenma loves to spoil you

he’ll buy you pretty things without you knowing and when a package arrives at your home you’ll be confused and ask him about it

he’ll say “oh it’s for you, open it” and so you do

when you see what it is your eyes go wide then you hear kenma pat his thighs

“why don’t you go change and we can have some fun, yea?”

feel free to imagine what he bought you ;)

that smirk on his face tells you everything, so go change and have some fun with kenma

he’s a switch, down to do whatever you feel like doing

you wanna top him? ok go ahead. you want him to top you? lay down and enjoy.

he secretly loves it when you dom him though, loves seeing you on top, plus he’s a little lazy-

whimpers a lot when you do top him, he’s surprisingly vocal

but if you whimper in his ear his confidence will go through the roof

very skilled with his fingers, he was a setter and is currently a gamer what do you expect?-

he loves praise, loves being praised and praising you

he’s a little insecure, that hasn’t changed much since high school, so it really boosts his ego when you praise him

pls reassure him, he wants to know you’re enjoying doing it with him :(

he doesn’t like doing risky things out in public, the sounds you make and your body are for his eyes only

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reblogs are greatly appreciated :)

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thanx-idonttry · 3 years

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Mineta Being Disrespectful to (Y/N) HC Bakugou/Shinsou/Kirishima/Mirio

Katsuki Bakugou:

Bakugou is a very protective Of you

He loves everything about you like your skin regimen, your hair regimen, and everything you do to take care of yourself.

His secret guilty pleasure is doing facial routines with you and washing your hair. Don’t tell the other students shhh!

He also loves your taste in music, your taste in fashion, he also loves when you dance when you “think” you’re alone.

He also truly loves when you stand your ground against him and his crappy attitude. You shut everything down telling him that you are not the one to be a messed with, and tell him to check his attitude.

You are his queen, and a King should always protect his Queen.

So he basically walks with you everywhere, you only get your alone time when he’s off training.

When he walks with you, he holds your hand and he’s always close to you so other males realize that you are with him. He gives them glares, warning them and basically telling them “Don’t even try it.”

It seems like a Certain purple hair short monster didn’t get the picture.

When Mineta Approached you two in the hallway with a cocky smirk, you and Bakugou realize that you were about to hear some very offensive shit.

“Hey you Beautiful Curvy, Black, ThunderBolt! You know what they say: the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice. Can I get the chance to test that theory?”

Your Face was in pure disgust.

(You know like in Anime their eyes are shadowed over and your lips were a straight line as the background is like a dark blue lol)

Like everything he said to you was so disrespectful that you couldn’t even think of a comeback.

Bakugou grabbed Mineta by the collar of his shirt and pulled him up to the level of his raging eyes.

“Why you 3ft little ingrate! Apologize!!!! Do it now or I will regret the day you were born!” Bakugou threatened.

Mineta, who was shaking in fear, begged for his life and pleaded to the blonde to not unleash his explosive wrath on him.

“Mineta.” You started. “If you ever step to me with that weak ass game or any other game you like to play, I will step on you neck as I pull out your purple orbs until you’re bleeding and probably won’t stop after. Do you hear me you sorry excuse for a hero?!”

Bakugou stared with wide, proud eyes at you. He never seen you like this, and he have to say that he loved it. The whimper that Mineta gave snapped the Blonde back to reality.

Bakugou slammed Mineta against the lockers, giving him the same glare that he gave earlier. “I still didn’t hear an apology.”

Mineta apologized repeatedly, but Bakugou’s grip only got tighter around the grape student. Upset that Mineta KNOWS you to are the rice and still tried to shoot his shot.

“Listen here you little failure of a human, you know (Y/N) are together and you still came up to her flirting. I can’t stand a lot of things you do but what I really hate is the fact that you had thee AUDACITY To do try. If you try this again, Class A will have 1 less student. Got it?!”

Mineta fearfully nodded before Bakugou rolled his ass down the hall like he was a bowling ball. Adding a tiny explosion for extra push.

“I’m so sorry Teddybear..” Bakugou sighed to you. “Don’t apologize Babe, you did nothing but protected me. Thank you for making that runt apologize to me.” You said.

“No problem, but that can we talk about that sexy, angry, dark side of you? I never seen that side of you and I wanna know have I been rubbing off on you?” Bakugou smirked.

You chuckled as you rolled your eyes, you lightly pushed him off you and started heading to lunch.

Hitoshi Shinsou:

Shinsou has always been the laid back type, pretty chill and tamed. Like it’s kinda hard to piss him off.

But if you do want to piss him off, there are a few ways to do so.

Call him a villain because of his quirk. He hates when people misunderstand him and don’t want to try to understand, he will be highly pissed off.

And mess his beautiful (Y/N) A.K.A his Kitty Kat. He treasures the hell out of you, you’re his sunlight to his gloomy days. His sulking lessened when he met you.

He loves laying on your chest as you play in his hair. He loves to hear your heartbeat, he loves how soft and warm you feel. You’re like a dream to him, and hearing your heartbeat makes him realize you’re real.

His favorite pastime with you is letting you braid his hair as you two chat. He feel so lucky to have you.

So imagine how he felt when he was walking to meet you at your locker, and saw you and Mina there, looking creeped out by the short purple pervert.

“How you doing today you nesquik milky chocolate queen?” He said with such a cocky smile. Did he really think that was appropriate?

You and Mina scoffed and rolled your eyes. “Mineta, you better run.” Mina said as she saw your Boyfriend standing there.

Shinsou stood there with a death glare, fist cleaning hard, he was trying so hard not commit murder. How dare he say those to you, his Kitty Kay?! Oh he’s gonna pay.

“Hey Mineta, How’s your day?” Shinsou said in a happy voice.

“Oh it’s going-”

Got him.

“Beat yourself up.” Shinsou command.

While the graped fucker beat himself, and Mina watched and laughed. Shinsou came up to you, putting his arm around your waist, pulling you close. “Are you alright?” Shinsou asked you.

“Yeah, but I think you should stop him before he beat himself into a coma.” You said. “He’ll deserve it.” He said. “Agreed.” Mina said.

“Babe.” You said looking at him, he groaned. “Apologize to (Y/N).” Shinsou demanded Mineta.

“I apologize (Y/N).” Mineta said. “Punch yourself one more time.” Shinsou ordered with a smirk on his face. When the bell rang, Shinsou released his quirk.

Mineta was groaning in pain, Shinsou bent down to his eye level, and looked him dead in his swollen eyes.

His glare was scary, and cold. “Don’t you ever approach my girlfriend like that ever again if you want to continue breathing. Got that Grape Shrimp?” He muffed him then walked back towards you.

“I see I’m going to have to escort you to classes with this grape menace running around.” Shinsou said

“Shinsou that was funny! Can I get you to do that to some people for me?” Mina asked as she walked away with you two

Eijirou Kirishima:

Just like Shinsou, He’s kinda hard to piss off. I mean just look at him! He’s always smiling. (Oh smiley Magee head ass! Ik I love Kiri.)

You and Kirishima was close, meaning you two had feelings that either one of you were afraid to admit. So y’all hang out a lot because y’all like being around each other.

He loves when he listens to your music. You always have the greatest songs from Beyoncé to Chance the Rapper.

Whenever you pass him in the halls or around the dorms, he’ll pause his conversation or whatever he’s doing to come talk to you

And you, always loved talking to him. You loved his fangs whenever he smiled. You two would shyly flirt and talk to each other, you can basically hear Bakugou’s eye rolls.

“JUST FUCKING ASK HER, YA’ PUSSY!” Bakugou yelled from behind. He was tired of Kirishima talking about asking you out but never had the guts to do so.

“Ignore him, so I was wondering-”

Then Mineta came up to ruin this beautiful conversation, like he literally came out of no where.

“Excuse me Kirishima but I have something to say to (Y/N). How you doing, you Hershey Kiss beauty?”

Oh no he didn’t.

“Boy you better come correct when it comes to me!” You held your hand up, about to slap him when Kirishima stopped you.

“Mineta, I’ve put up with your constant creepy hook up line but I refuse for you to hit on (Y/N) like that. It’s not manly at all! Now apologize to (Y/N)!”

“Or what? You’re going to hit me? That’s not like you. That wouldn’t be manly now would it?” Mineta mocked.

That hit a nerve for Kirishima, he took in a deep breath, looked at Bakugou, and signaled him to come over.

“Apologize or Else.” Kirishima said. Mineta, who is unaware of Bakugou being behind him, folded his arms and refused. “Or else what?”

“Or else I’m gonna stomp you into the ground and create grape jelly out of you. You fucking short creepy fuck.” Bakugou said as tiny explosions popped from his hands.

Mineta stood frozen, looking between the three of you guys terrified. “Well, She’s waiting.” Kirishima said.

“That’s not fair! She’s not even your girlfriend!” Mineta whined.

“She is now, and she still hasn’t got her apology!” Kirishima said pulling you close. Butterflies are just flapping in your stomach as he held you in such a protective and claiming way.

“B-But.” Mineta tried.

“Bakugou…” Kirishima said, ready to send his feral friend onto the Grape Trash.

“Fine! Fine! I’m so sorry (Y/N)! I will never do it again! Please don’t send Bakugou on me!” Mineta begged.

“(Y/N) do you accept?” Kirishima asked. Kirishima will sick Bakugou on him If you didn’t.

“I do, but I still want Bakugou to beat him up.” You said. Bakugou smiled wickedly as he started his attack on Mineta.

You and Kirishima started walking away, and you looked at the red head with a cheeky smirk. “So, where we going on our first date since we’re a couple now.”

Kirishima blushed hard, tripping on words, he rubbed the back of his neck. You thought it was so cute. You grabbed his hand, “Don’t worry, I’ll pick the date.”

“No, I’m the guy. So I should show you an amazing time. I think I already know a place.” Kirishima said grabbing your other hand.

Mirio Togata:

The most powerful student in the school.

And he is your boyfriend. And the Best and sweetest boyfriend you could ask for!

Just like Kiri, he’s Smiley Magee! But because he’s so positive, I don’t see him getting angry…

More like Stern seriousness, and when he’s like that, you better take him seriously.

You and him have this game y’all play. Where he pops in randomly, through a wall, ceiling, floor, door to drop some words you probably need to hear.

He isn’t a stalker with it, it doesn’t bother. You think it’s fun, trying to predict where’s he’s going to come from.

He loves popping in on your down time when you just relaxing and being natural. Popping in when you’re watching a movie or tutorials. Helping you learn, while learning himself.

He is a master at putting on False eyelashes and he loves brushing your hair as you talk about your day.

He never invade your space and you get particularly bored when he’s not around. Be looking around, hoping he pops up.

Anyways, back to main thing. You think as a 3rd, certain first years wouldn’t have the balls to talk to you. But One Small Menace thought otherwise.

Here we have Minoru Mineta, trying to shoot his shot with you, not realizing it never even made it in the basket. Especially with the disrespectful pick up line he opened with.

You and your girls were stretching in the yard and when Mineta and Dennis came up to you girls. “ How you are doing! My black thunder beauty?”

You face went complete stale, even his friend knew that wasn’t a way you talk to you or any female period. And he thought he was cute with the nickname because your quirk is Sonic Thunder.

Next thing you know, you see a strong hand come from the ground and grabbed Mineta by the leg. You smiled, you knew that hand! Then instantly, Mirio pops up from the ground like a fucking daisy!

“Is this seriously how you talk to women? Also, you do know (Y/N) is my Girlfriend right?” Mirio asked as he held Mineta by the leg. Mineta started babbling and begging to be put down.

“I don’t like what you said to her, and I suggest you apologize before it really becomes a problem.” Mirio threatened. Then out a small bit of smite, he shook the little shrimp a couple of times.

“I-I-I’m sorry (Y/N)! I never meant to offend you! And please tell him to put me down!” Mineta begged you. You and Mirio had playful smirks on your faces. You two tortured him for a couple more minutes by shaking him, making him dizzy.

“Alright Miri, let the little shrimp go. I think he learned his lesson.” You smirked. As Mirio dropped him, Mineta was a bit Dizzy.

You thwacked him on the head, for your payback. It knocked him down, but not out. So he could still listen.

“You should never approach someone like that ever again, that is somebody’s daughter, somebody’s sister! Treat them like they are humans.” Mirio told him.

You and your friends got up and surrounded Mirio, thanking him. Then you wrapped your arms around him, planting a kiss on his lips, making him blush bashfully.

“You girls wanna hit up a restaurant? I’m pretty sure you want to forget this just happened.” Mirio asked once he cleared his throat, he had to regain strength because you make him so weak.

“Now you know I love me some food!” You beamed to him, he grabbed your hand, smiling back at you as you start telling him how much you missed him.

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the-fiction-witch · 3 years

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Just so you know I could

REAL LIFE COUPLE: TBS X READER RATING: CUTE + SCARY

I checked everything was cooking nicely making sure it was all good and simmering nothing undercooking and nothing burning. I looked up catching my reflection in the mirror I fixed my hair a little and ran my fingertips across my lips and mouth just to double check feeling the spiky stubble on my skin, I did shave Tonight but I know she likes it sometimes Just then I heard the door so I hurried down the hall making sure I looked presentable before opening the door

“Hi!” she giggled giving me tight hug so I smiled wrapping my arm around her

“Hey y/n!” I smiled giving her a kiss

“Come on! Tis date night” she giggled hurrying inside, I smiled and shut the door behind her as she took her stuff and hurried into the living room, I went and finished up with the cooking taking it out to the living room setting it all up on the table as she giggled “Wine! Wine and true crime!” she giggled getting her two bottles of wine out her bag she brought with her

“Wine and true crime” I laughed

“Would you like a glass of wine?” she asked getting the glasses from the table

“I would like a glass of wine my darling.” I smiled while taking the bottle, opening it up and doing our glasses “Would you like to choose the true crime documentary?”

“Ummm you know me so well my love” she giggled sitting on the sofa with the blanket getting the remote, I sat down with her handing her the glass of wine grabbing a couple of cheetos from the bowel on the table sitting back and stealing some blanket from her putting my arm around her

“Hey? Where’s my kiss?” I complained

“Where ever you left it” she smiled picking the documentary

“Don’t get smart with me darling” I smirked putting my arm around her

She paused it and smiled widely leaning back and giving my lips a gentle kiss I kissed her back and gently pulled her closer till she pulled back and gave my nose a kiss

“That’s enough of that” she smiled

“Come on it’s date night”

“Wine and true crime, then sexy time” she says turning the show on

I smiled and kissed her head having a sip of my wine as we watched the show

‘It was a usual night in the smith household, Fran made her husband a very special dinner full of untraceable chemicals deadly to the humans but untraceable after twenty four hours. Laced on the glasses, on the cutlery, in the food, and in the wine. As soon as Luke fell she cut his body up with the carving knife in the bathtub, flooded the bath with bleach and sent both down the plug into the London sewers. His bones and flesh were deposited in 1kg bags left in bins around a twenty mile radius around their house.’ the show explained

I slightly watched y/n a little nervous as she casually sat sipping her wine,

“What?” she asks as an adbreak came on so she turned to me

“..... Can I be honest?”

“Yes”

“I’m kinda scared of you darling”

“Why?”

“You watch a lot of these shows.” “So?”

“You probably know a very good way to murder someone….. And get away with it”

“Ohh thomas I’ve seen enough true crime I could kill you with a pen and not get arrested”

“Do you have a pen?”

“.... maybe” she smiled “To be fair thomas you could get away with murder. You’ve seen breaking bad”

“Breaking bad is not a good tool for getting away with murder. It is a good instructional video for making meth though”

“So…. you wanna make some meth thomas?” “Just because I have seen breaking bad does not mean I am going to make some meth”

“So me watching true crime doesn’t mean I’m gonna kill you”

“Okay” I smiled, giving her a kiss “But just…. You could?”

“I could.” she nods “Likely invite you over for a nice lovely dinner and do nothing important send you home with cookies with a chemical that is toxic but will leave little trace in a post mortem likely something alcohol based so when they test your blood alcohol it won’t seem unusual, so when you eat the plate of cookies over the course of the next week or so it’ll build up in you system killing you, and if I don’t want someone finding your body simply rip your teeth out, cut off your hands and feet, burn the body and then throw your charred remains in the themes as that's already full of bodies so they won’t find you, throw your teeth in the sea at margate, put your hands and feet in a sink full of bleach along with any tools, until the skin is weak and then let it break down into a bloody sludge and slowly put it over the course of a week into the sewer system” she explained “Ohh my show” she giggled as it came back on

“......... and you wonder why I worry about you murdering me! You have it planned out that much!”

“I’m not going to kill you thomas. I don't want to kill you…. Right now.” “Then why did you tell me all that?” “Just so you know, I don’t want to kill you” she smiled “But. you know If I ever catch you cheating on me” she smiled giving my cheek a kiss “Love you”

“.... I love you too, Very very much .Please don’t kill me.”

“Just so you know I could” she shrugs “Ohh by the way I made you some cookies there in my bag”

“I haven’t done anything I swear!” I yelped

“Relax, there just cookies” she smiled

“Ohh good” I nodded returning my focus to the show downing the rest of my wine

“Or are they?” she giggled

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