#they were just so giggly and in love and so loose and so comfortable with the other
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The Longest Walk Home
After a night out partying with Suguru and Satoru, you naively make the choice to let Suguru walk your inebriated self home.
This is an old fic and was posted before on AO3.
TW : NONCON, Somnophilia, Suffocation, minor blood mention (you get a scratch)
CW: dry humping, drinking, public/exhibitionism, situational humiliation, creepy geto
Word Count: 3,890
Disclaimer: I don’t condone noncon acts or taking advantage of people. I just like to write fucked up men.
It’s not that you didn’t like partying, but that you rarely had the time to. So when you finally did get the opportunity, you’d sometimes go a bit overboard.
Tonight, Satoru and Suguru persuaded you to tag along to some random party. Satoru always felt that you were too serious and needed to “take it easy” but he felt that way about everyone and everything. Suguru often sticks up for you when Satoru would tease you. Knowing he would be at the party allowed you to comfortably say yes.
Tonight was going to be a good night.
Checking yourself out in the mirror, you looked back, making sure your dress hugged your curves well. You rarely dressed up, but if you’re going to be seen by dozens of people, you might as well look hot.
You were feeling your outfit and was eager to see if your boys liked it.
You exited the bathroom with an exaggerated model strut. Your anxiety tells you to hit various dramatic poses to make showing off your slightly slutty ensemble less awkward.
Satoru and Suguru both sit on your bed, appreciating your little fashion show.
“So, what do you guys think?” Despite your attempt to hide your nervousness, your voice cracked toward the end of your sentence.
Satoru leaned back into his hands and spread his legs wide with. You could hear his grin stretching across his face. You were expecting a bigger reaction from them, but all you got was… a thumbs up… from Satoru....
That goblin of a man always found a way to get under your skin in a matter of seconds
“A thumbs up? That’s it?!" you blurted out.
“Can you turn around for us real quick?”
You awkwardly followed his order, showing off the back of your dress. You opted to wear a thong so no panty lines would show. You prayed they wouldn’t say anything about it. Your thighs and ass were on the larger side, so too much movement caused the dress to rup up a bit. Despite it's the size, it was like the only piece of “party” clothing you owned.
“I think-" Suguru attempted to break the silence before being interrupted by Satoru
“I love it!”
“As do I” Geto chimed
Making sure this validating moment turned sour quick, of course Satoru followed with
“It makes me want to fuck you”
He doesn’t even flinch as he lets these rancid words tumble from his mouth. Immediately becoming self-conscious by his crude response, you wrapped your arms around your chest and shifted to run back into the bathroom.
You wanted to look nice, but are you sure this is the attention you craved?
Before you get far, you hear Suguru sigh as he stands up.
“You don’t have to change y/n, ignore Satoru” he places his hands on your shoulders, giving them a light squeeze. He pulls your dress strap into place before giving you a light tap on the side of your face. “Come on, let’s do some shots then head of over”
By the time you got to the party, the shots already had you giggly, annoying, and clingy. Not drunk enough to not be as annoying as Satoru, though.
“Stop being so meaaaan, I’m sorry for earlier,” Gojo whines while pulling you by your waist to his side.
You had been giving him the silent treatment all night. You refuse to acknowledge his antics, so you pull away from him, making your way to the drinks.
You were quick to lose track of how much you drank. What was this? Your third cup? Fourth? Who knows?
All you know is right now, all you want to do is let loose and dance. You squeeze through the crowd and make your way to the dance floor. Moving with no shame, swaying and gyrating your hips in circular motions. It’s when you got lower with your gyrations and you felt a hand press onto the arch of your back.
You immediately stood up straight and got pulled back into the warm embrace of a towering man. You had to crane your neck and arch your back to look up at whose hands were on you. Luckily, you were greeted by none other than your crescent eyed, raven-haired friend Suguru.
“You really seem to be enjoying yourself!” the warmth of his breath tickling your ears.
“Mmmm, I am” your words slurred and your giggles were back. You felt him pull you even closer. He felt so welcoming, and so warm, his arms so strong. He nuzzled the crevice of your neck, letting his hair cascade over your collar bones and his breath tickles you. All the stimulations makes you squirm in his arm and your giggles return.
“Stop tickling me” you whine as he sways your body with his from side to side
“I’m sorry baby, I didn’t mean to tickle you” as he squeezes you again and gives your neck a light kiss.
“Let me dance with you,” he whispers into your ear before landing another kiss on your neck.
Your chest rises as you let out a heavy exhale. The reaction of your body tells says to keep going. He peppers the kisses from your shoulder to your jaw. There are marks along your neckline after he sucks. He presses his pelvis against you, feeding into his desperation for any friction. You're barely in control of your dancing. It's him causing your hips to sway.
He’s rolling his hips into you from behind as his hands rub up and down your sides, stopping his hand at your ribs just under your breast. The room feels so much hotter with his hands on your body.
You could feel his erection grow as your dancing progressed. With one hand gripping your waist, he uses the other to tilt your chin. Bringing his face to yours for a deep kiss. His lips smell like alcohol, but taste so sweet.
You let out a small yelp when he harshly bites, then sucks your lower lip. Your responses are pushing to keep going further and further.
One of his hands finally leaves your waist and cups your breast. He massages your breast, squeezing harshly with his entire palm. H just rolling into you anymore, he’s now humping you shamelessly in the middle of a crowded dance floor.
With each thrust, his tent in his pants pushes your dress up further and further. A slight brush burn forming on the skin cheeks from the coarseness of his jeans. He hoicks you away from him and spins your body so that it could press your chest up against his. His hands creep up the back of your thighs and sneakily slide under the curve of your ass his thumbs rubs small circles as he lifts you up to kiss you more easily. You’re on the tips of your toes with your arms wrapped around his neck.
The two of you desperately and shamelessly making out despite the discomfort of the surrounding people. As soon as he felt your tongue enter his mouth, the strings that were preventing him from fucking you on that dance floor were breaking. He knows he’s getting too excited, but that doesn’t stop him from using both his hands to firmly grope, then spread your ass cheeks.
He slides his hand down further, hoping to feel the wetness between your legs. With his palm pressing into the lower part of your ass, his finger glides past your perineum, then slides between your folds.
Before you could fully enjoy the first circle his finger drew on your clit, someone threw you back into reality.
“Your asshole was showing, so I wanted to save whatever decency you had left”
It’s Nanami’s hand.
He looks at you with a face mixed with exhaustion and disdain. Geto releases his grip from your bottom and pulls his face back to make eye contact with Kento, who so rudely just cockblocked him. He cleans off his fingers before giving Nanami his faux apology.
“ Sorry Kento, we’ll be sure not to have too much fun next time”
Nanami rolled his eyes, then disappeared back into the crowd to presumably track down Gojo. His words rock in your mind and you felt an onset of shame and embarrassment.
You felt so ashamed of letting yourself get felt up in front of dozens of people, let alone many of them being your friends. You couldn’t allow yourself to think too much, so you found your way back to the jungle juice and downed some more.
“You alright? You’re gonna get yourself sick” You look into the annoyingly beautiful blue eyes of your lease favorite member of the three blind mice, Satoru Gojo.
A man who seems to be very where.
You let out a long sigh. “Yeah, I’m fine” your voice shakes a bit as you tell that lie
“I saw you and Suguru on the dance floor, seemed like the two of you were….getting a frisky”
You don’t even have to turn to look at Gojo to know he has the biggest shit-eating grin.
“Oh, my god, shut up Satoru”
You pivot to look at Satoru you notice that there’s two of him. Your legs aren’t working as hard anymore to keep you up, leaving you in a losing battle with maintaining your balance.
“You seem pretty fucked up, so let’s get you outta here” Gojo can see you’re way too drunk. At this rate, you’re going to end up somewhere drowning in your own vomit.
He wraps an arm around your shoulder and navigates you through the crowd. As he guided you through the crowd, he spotted a multiple attractive girls. He was originally planning to hand you off to Nanami but, so he felt so relieved when he spotted Suguru.
“Keep an eye on her, I can’t get my turn with her if she’s dead” Gojo pushes you it Geto's chest before running off to catch the attention of some innocent girls.
You fall into Suguru's warmth once again, wrapping your arms around his waist and nuzzling yourself between his pectorals. A big, childlike smile extends across your face.
“I always wanted to do this”
He can’t get over just how cute you can be. Smiling warmly, he wraps his arms around you.
“Come on y/n let’s get outta here”
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Suguru was a strong man, but with both of you under the influence, getting you home was a bitch.
You were far worse off than him. Couldn’t walk straight, let alone stand up on your own. You put almost all of your weight onto him when you clung to his arm.
When he arrives at your apartment complex and realized the elevator was down, he felt so defeated. They warned it would take about 3 hours to fix.
There was no way he was going to walk up 9 flights of stairs this drunk.
Well...
Maybe, maybe if the girl he’s in love with has herself drunk out of her mind, grappling and feeling all over him. Then he would consider. He would do anything for you and maybe even to you.
Three of the nine flights of stairs had you both beat, but it wasn’t like the two of you could sleep outside on some stairs.
It was cold and dark in the stairwell. The cement was unforgiving. The worst best part was there was no surveillance. This had been an ongoing issue. The cameras at your complex worked half the time and there were none in this stairwell.
Geto noticed on the fifth flight of stairs that you were almost completely out of strength. After the first two flights, you went from walking to crawling on all fours like an infant.
He walked behind you as you crept your way up the stairs, unknowingly showcasing your dampened panties and whole ass. Your dress has hiked itself up to your waist and your breast spilled out of your top.
God, you already got him half hard in the club, but the version of you he is seeing right now has him about to cum at any moment.
You looked so slutty with your swollen lip, smudged lipstick, and streaking mascara.
When you tried to stand up again to walk upright, you slipped off the edge of a stair and fell backward into him.
“I’m so-so sorry sir” your slurred apology was adorable.
“It’s fine, just get back up, and let’s keep walking”
He held you against his chest. His arms were both wrapped around your midriff and your back pressed against his chest. He told himself he did this to prevent you from falling forward or backward.
This had nothing to do with the extra friction his dick was getting with every single step, every squirm of yours. From time to time, he’d press his erection into the back of you to see if you would give him any reaction. You never complained, only letting out a small whine.
Now that he knew he could get away with that, he wanted to go a step further. He slid one of his hands up your chest and groped your breast, lightly.
You maintained the same reaction. It honestly didn’t seem like you even knew anything was happening.
After some time, he realized you weren’t even trying to walk anymore. He heard a low snore from you before he realized passed out in his arms.
He shook you to see if you’d wake. The most you gave him was your lashes fluttering a bit. He called your name and got no response from you.
He decided he’d let you down east, slowly dropping your body down onto the landing of the eighth floor. Your upper body pressed against the landing whilst your lower body hung off the side lying on top of the stairs.
You were fast asleep. As if your face wasn’t pressed against cold concrete and your body was exposed to the harsh weather.
Kneeling beside your face, he brushed his hand against your cheek, admiring your precious resting features. He leans down and gives a gentle kiss on your temple.
Suguru scans the area once more to be sure there’s no camera around. He shuffles back a few stairs to look at your cunt at the best angle. He presses his face between your legs, taking in your scent and giving kitten licks to your pussy.
He grips your ass cheeks with both hands. Squeezing, spreading, and jiggling the cheeks independently. He pulls back from your body to take care of his painful erection. Pushing his pants just below his balls, letting his heavy dick slap against his stomach. Shifted to put his legs at your sides. Straddling your upper legs. He slid your underwear down. Admiring the string of your arousal connecting your pussy to the gusset.
To be sure you were still sleeping peacefully, he checked again. He looked back.
Going with his first senses, he pressed his tip into your entrance. His dick wouldn’t go in. He would try to push into your pussy just for it to slide up against your anus. He considered, but he’d rather save that for the next time you get shitfaced drunk. Your pretty asshole was seducing him, but he needed to feel the grip of your cunt first.
Hoping to stretch you out, he forced his finger inside of you. Pushing just his middle finger in and out of your hole. Taking his hand out briefly to taste you before shoving both his pointer and middle finger in this time. You let out a low whine and it went straight to his dick.
He didn’t know if this groan was from pleasure or pain, but he knew just your voice could get him off.
Reminiscing on the times you’d call, he’d have himself on mute pretending to listen to your complaints on life when really he was getting off, fantasizing about you using your mouth to suck him off instead of bitching about work. You didn't even care about how short his responses were. You would drone on and on. He would cum all over his abdomen because of your daily rants.
He waited a long to get a taste of your pussy. Pulling out his fingers and pressing his tip against your entrance again. He hesitated just as he watched the mushroom head spread your lips. He thought about the times you’d go out on dates with various guys.
Who else got to use your pussy?
Letting his frustrations boil over, he pulled his hips back and shoved in his full length in one stroke.
You didn’t wake up, but your brows furrowed, your nose scrunched, and a whimper escaped your lips.
You felt so fucking good to him. Your pussy felt like it was made for him as it sucked in his enormous cock.
Had you known how wet your unconscious body got for him, you would’ve been ashamed. Were you truly so desperate to be fucked that your pussy juices were dripping down your legs with basic teasing?
His thrust started slow yet deep. He didn’t want your knees or face to get scraped on the concrete, so he held himself back as long as he could.
He almost forgot that he was fucking you in a public space. He didn’t have time to drag it out. Before anyone could catch him violating a drunk girl's body, he needed to cum.
He l picked up the pace, gripping your waist more tightly with his left hand as he pulled your hips into him. His right hand crawled under your body to grip your right breast. His knuckle scraped along the concrete as he fucked into you from behind. Your body would slide forward with his thrust, but he’d use his grip on your right breast to pull you right back into him.
As he fucked into you, your pussy sang beautifully for him. He’d never forget every squelch it produced, and how the lips spread when he pushed himself in, seeing how your little pussy struggled to accommodate his size.
The brush of his hands gripping your breast and rubbing against the concrete was becoming too much. He snatched his hand back, wiping off some of the blood onto the back of your dress before pushing it up a bit more so he could get a better view of the fat on your back shaking when he fucked into you.
He spread your ass cheek with his right hand. Adoring the sight of your asshole. He shoved his thumb inside, sinking his thumb in when he pulled his hips away from you and pulling his thumb out when he pushed his dick deep inside of you.
You let out low moans after he began playing with your asshole.
He started thrusting faster as your body reacted to the new stimulation. Your pussy started hugging him tighter. The squelches got louder. Anyone who passed by in the halls would hear the slapping of your skin connecting. Part of him almost hoped someone would catch him. So they’d know that he owns your pussy.
Your pussy belonged to Suguru Geto
He forgot about the pain you were enduring from the rubbing of your skin and the concrete until felt your core grip him differently.
The breaking of your flesh on the concrete stairs woke you up. The burn of your lower body and the broken skin was slowly bringing you back to sobriety.
He was too close to stop now, but he couldn’t have you wake up and realize your so-called best friend was fucking you in an apartment stairwell. His thrust slowed when he saw your hands move
Out of panic, he pulled your dress up, locking in your arms and blocking your view. You could only see the darkness of your clothing. Nothing behind or in front of you. You did not know where you were and barely understood what was happening.
Your breast swayed as your body twisted and squirmed as you tried to escape the dress. The scars from your brush burn speckled with blood.
He grabbed the opening of the dress and pulled it back as he would your hair. One hand held the bottom part of your dress that had gathered at your shoulders down and the other pulled on the opening closest to your head. He started fucking so deeply that his cock repeatedly kissed your cervix. Taking full advantage of the dress's stretchiness. He yanked it back further and harder, causing your back and neck to arch painfully. Because of the amount of elasticity of the dress and the flexibility of your body, he could hold both ends of the dress in one hand.
Your pussy started squeezing him even tighter as your panic doubled. You couldn’t see, and with the strength he was using to pull back on your dress, you could barely breathe. Every inhale just sucked the cloth into your dry mouth and the band of the dress at the base of your neck was crushing your windpipe.
This is the best pussy he’s ever felt. He just knew you were the one for him. No other cunt gripped, pulsed, sucked, and was wet as yours.
His orgasm was coming sooner than he wanted it to as he heard your moans get louder. He felt your pussy pulse around him and suck him in. Your own body betrayed you when he changed the angle of his hips. Thrusting up into your g-spot. His abuse of the spongy sensitive area sent you over the edge. Your legs elongated and shook as your orgasm shot through you. You felt a burst of liquid shoot out of you as your vision no longer saw the darkness of your dress but the light of your orgasm.
The mix of his now wet abdomen with your moans, coughing and choking sent him over the edge. His last thrust was hard, sending your whole body forward, stealing the last of your wind, arching your back until he heard pops.
He plowed his dick deep into your cunt, emptying his balls. A guttural noise left his throat as he did his last thrust, fucking his seed deep into you.
He felt remorseful and felt even worse when he pushed your head forward, your covered face flat to the ground as he pulled his softening cock out and tucked himself with one hand back into his pants.
Kissing you on the back of your head as the best aftercare he could offer at the moment. Afterward, he knotted the excess cloth off the end of the dress, buying as much time as possible before you could see again.
He knew it would take your wasted ass a decent amount of time to get out, so his anxieties about getting caught subsided.
He took a few steps back to snap a shot of your used cum stuffed pussy. Considering if he should brag about his night to Gojo or keep this all to himself.
Suguru swiftly exited the building, running down two flights of stairs to the hallways of the apartment, just to exit through the now working elevator.
After all that transpired, your body was tired, and you passed back out. At sunrise, you awoke to the rays warming your torso and a scarred-up body.
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Fuckboy Min 3 (ENDING WITH HYUNE) - fluff & smut w/Hyunjin. 18+ only mdni.
{Part 1 here & Part 2 here }
The feeling doesn’t go away, it’s heavy it’s numbing your body. You pull away from Hyunjin’s lips, hands on his chest to help you detach. You can’t keep his eye contact, letting out a heavy breath.
"Hyune, I." you look up over his shoulder and catches Minho eyes as he leans in towards Bella.
Minho stops to observe you, observing your next move. For a second the world stops, everyone's face was blurred, the music goes from blaring loud to a long beep, something you hear when your brain restarts similar to the sound in movies when the main character watches someone close to them die. It was only you and Minho.
And just like the main character watched them died, you did the same with your love for Minho. Everything that had to do with loving Minho was drained from your head as you hold eye contact with him. His eyes carry so many regrets and guilt and you know he was taken back when your eyes flicker back to meet Hyunjin’s.
The feeling that was in your chest has now spread to your whole body. Instead of pushing it away like you always did, you accepted it and a chuckle falls from your lips. You had come to realise it was heart was falling for him the entire time and you have been innocently guarding it, unaware he was making you feel that way.
Hyunjin removed his hands from your waist, watching you converse with your own thoughts, assuming he must've of took it too far with the kiss.
"Sorry, I shouldn't have done that,” he apologised but you shook your head at him.
You stood on your tip toes, gripping the loose material on his waist to steady yourself and connected your lips onto his again. You were finally in the right head space to perceive his kiss. It was so angelic and tender, it was like your missing puzzle piece. It was making your stomach flip, you’re giggly, you were definitely feeling butterflies the whole time.
Memories with him start to flood your head and can hear his cute giggles ring in your ears. The corner of your lips starts to curl up into the kiss as you think back to the peck you gave him in the car on your first date, causing him to blush. His lips start to move, perfectly melding together with yours now that he feels more confident. His hands comfortably rest around the small of your back as you both block out everyone and everything around you.
“You okay?” He breathlessly questioned, pulling away.
“My heart keeps fluttering around you Hyune,” you admit nervously with a chuckle, breaking eye contact.
“Yeah?”
“Mhmm.”
“You want to come back to mine?” He asks and you nod taking his hand.
“Y/N, wait,” you don't know how it happened, but Minho was beside you, gripping your other hand. The way you're holding onto Hyunjin tighter makes him trust you hadn't changed your mind, and so he lets you talk, not that he would ever force you not to anyways.
You turn to Minho and despite the awful and hurtful things he had done to you, it wasn’t in your nature to hate him. Especially when he looks hurt and confused. You’ve been in that position before and it sucks.
“Hyune and I am going to go home now,” you broke the tension, speaking tenderly just like how you always did in the past with the Minho that you liked. And you hate to be impatient, but you only wanted to be with Hyunjin right now so you shut down Minho before he could even get a thought out. “Get home safely, Minho,” you say to him with a small smile.
Minho let’s go of your hand, watching leave with the other man, not turning back once to look at him. Although the other night you made it clear to him you weren’t with Hyunjin, tonight it was clear that you were, and he didn’t even need you to confirm it.
Minho never wanted it to be like this. If only he didn't treat you like that, saying all those cruel things to you or using you to get back at Hyunjin for whatever reason. If only he had told you he liked you back, told you he loved you back, he would have been the man you left this party happily with. He hates himself; he hates that he lost a good girl, that even after all of this after getting her heart broken multiple times that she was still able to treat him well, still wishing he gets home safe. Regrets remain around him as he watches you realise your worth.
When you got inside Hyunjin’s place, he instantly kneels down to help you take off your heels, rubbing your ankle where the strap was irritating you all night. The gesture was so romantic, but you wanted to tease him a bit.
"Don't tell me you have a feet fetish Hyune?" you joked watching him lift his head up at you. The image of him looking up you from his angle made your heartbeat faster. You didn't expect him to look so fine, so sexy like this. You fall into a trail of thoughts of him using those lips on you again, and how he would look hovering over you..
"What if I do? You going to allow me to take pics of them?" He giggles back interrupting your thoughts.
"Maybe," you played along opening a hand out to him to help him up.
"Come," he pulls into his room.
You have been over his house once, early days of your friendship, waiting in his living room as he retrieves a camera part from his room. You have never reached his room, so you didn’t expect all of this. It was neat and organised, lights were dimmed down, plain white sheets with a couple of fluffy pillows, his bed was made so perfectly. It smells like him, so manly but so pure. He had a collection of cameras lined up along his dresser, a couple of canvas of his beautiful artworks hung up on the wall and on his table. His room was kind of romantic if you could find one word for it.
“Your room is so dreamy. Makes me wanna fall asleep,” you compliment, finding your spot at the edge of his bed next to him.
“You’re dreamy,” he cheekily remarks.
“How many girls did you say that to?” you response.
“Only one," you were getting ready the cheesy line coming next. "Some girl in my art class last year, I think her name was Lia?" he teased, catching you by surprise making you frown. “I’m joking, a couple of girls actually,” he laughs.
“Hwang Hyunjin,” you say a little firmly as you eyed him.
“Only you, Y/N. Promise,” he says watching you soften your gaze.
Silence fills the air as you both hold eye contact. In most situations like this, you and Hyunjin would crack up laughing at the quietness, but this instant was so romantic.
His hand comes to cup your face and shortly after his lips crashed into yours again. It still got your heart pumping like it was the first time. You let him set the pace and he kisses a bit harder now that you’re both alone. It became more desperate and rougher when his swiped his tongue over your lips and into your mouth. He pulls you closer and you desperately pull at his shirt. Quiet moans fall into the kiss as you feel the sensation spread down between your legs. Soon you were on your back with him on-top as his free hand explores your body, resting on the material that was on top of your chest, almost groping your boob. It felt so overwhelming, so good that you feel yourself start to get wet. Hyunjin feels the same; hot and bothered. You feel his erection pressed to your thigh and you both moan that slipped at the contact.
You know what he craves, and you wanted it too, so fucking badly. You wanted to feel his lips down your neck, wanted his big hands groping your flesh, wanted him to fill you up and get rid of the throbbing ache between your thighs but you also wanted to take it slow. It was happening all too fast, and you didn’t know where both your feelings stood. Hyunjin could never hurt you, but you didn’t want to get attached to him too early. What if you start to become possessive like the past? When he directed his kisses to your neck, you figured it was the time to tell him.
“Hyune..” you were panting, hands gripping his shoulder to stop him.
“You don’t want this?” He softly asked feeling bad, immediately stopping and dragging you up with him to sit.
“No, I do!" you protested shaking your head.
“Is everything okay?”
“I just.. Do you like..” he notices your hesitation, eyes wavering unable to look at him. He lets out a gentle scoff at himself, it became clear to him he hadn’t told you about his feelings.
“I like you,” He searches for your hand to hold and you finally look at him. “I really like you Y/N. Like, I want to date you,” he admitted, with pink cheeks.
Your heart raced at his confession, a smile finally pulling on your face.
“You okay?” He asked when you don’t reply.
“I’m okay now,” you nod.
“Sorry I should have told you sooner, I just thought my feelings were clear already baby,” he chuckles. He had never called you that before and it got all the hairs on your body standing.
“I just needed to hear it Hyune,” you replied shyly.
“You’re so cute,” he taps your nose.
“I like you too,” it was your turn to confess and his face lights up brighter, grinning ear to ear. “I want it,” you tug at the material of his shirt bunching by his waist again. “I want to go there,” he knew you were referring to sex. “But is it okay if we take it slow?” you ask a lot more tentative than you proposed.
Hyunjin listens attentively at your words, but he doesn't answer you.
"I really like how you kissed me and I.. I want you to keep kissing me.. Just not further.. Yet,” you clarified with bright red cheeks, a little embarrassed but still hoping he gets the idea. “I ruined it didn’t I-”
"-I love it when you get flustered, baby,” he cuts you off before pecking your cheeks.
Not even a month ago you were crying about Minho, so Hyunjin knows you need some time to adjust. He just wants you to be okay first and if that means getting left high and dry every time he kisses you, he was willing to wait.
“Okay, we will go at your pace," he kisses the back of your hand before pulling you up from his bed.
"How about we wash up and watch a movie?” He tried to direct your attention elsewhere so you're not so embarrassed. You nod in agreement. "Do you want to share the bed Y/N? or is it too much?" Hyunjin took into consideration everything you had just mentioned.
"Yeah.. Where else would you sleep?" you questioned.
"Me?" He points to himself while tipping his head sideways, puzzled. "I was going to sleep in my comfy bed while you take the couch," he laughs.
"Oh." You rolled your eyes at him.
"I'm only kidding. We can share the bed if you want-"
"I want to Hyune," you cut him off with a smile.
"Come, let me show you around," he walks you toward his ensuite, helping you get familiar with where his stuff, showing you where the skin care is kept, where he stores his extra toiletries, everything. You can’t lie, with him being so boyfriend-material and so domestic like this, you could get used to it easily and it got you excited about the future.
“I'll get you some comfortable clothes, so throw all your clothes in the basket,” he says before closing the door behind him.
After you showered, you put on his shirt and shorts he got you and walked back to his bedroom. Hyunjin was sitting on the edge of the bed on his phone patiently waiting in nothing but pants. It was also the first time you’ve seen him topless like this. You gulped, feeling yourself fall into your lewd thoughts again. Take it slow Y/N, quit thinking about Hyunjin like that.
Hyunjin has the same thoughts when he saw you walk him. You were so pretty with your natural blushed cheeks, your glossy lips, drowning in his big t-shirt. It doesn’t help that the material was so thin making his eyes go straight to your perky tits.
“You wanna lie down in bed first? Pick out a movie? I’ll just wash up and be right back,” Hyunjin says, concealing his pervert thoughts, also snapping you out of your own.
“Okay, but come back quick then,” You replied, unable to hide your neediness.
“Why? You gonna miss me? Don’t wanna be away from me longer than 5 minutes?” He teased getting up to close the gap between you. His hands snaked around your waist pulling you close. You’re flustered again at the intimacy.
“No..” you lie. “I’m just scared.. What if someone breaks in? What am I suppose to do? You would have to fight them naked Hyunjin,” you never fail to charm him, causing him to finger flick your forehead as he giggles.
As Hyunjin comes back from his shower you were under the covers on the left side of his bed. His heart melts seeing you on your side, nearly passed out with the tv remote in your hand. He chuckles to himself making you turn your head into his directions.
“No one broke in by the way,” you say as you shuffled about in his bed, making space for him.
“Good, no-one tried to steal you,” he says before turning off the lights and crawling under the blanket next to you. “You look tired, maybe we should just sleep,” Hyunjin notices your disoriented state, grabbing the remote from you before pulling you onto his chest.
“Only a little, but I still want to be around you,” you mumbled, instantly draping your arm across his stomach latching yourself onto him.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he says gently, stroking your arm.
Hyunjin soon soothes you to sleep, one hand rubbing your arm and the other massaging your scalp as the movie plays in the background. He stays up a little bit more to admire you. He can’t believe his perfect girl is here in his bed tonight, trying her best to stay awake just to be with him.
You woke up to Hyunjin adjusting the blanket on you, pulling it up to your chin. The sunlight from his window is making it hard to look at each other but you both try your best anyways. You comb the long pieces of hair away from his face before your tiny hand rest on his cheeks.
“Hi,” you say in an airy voice, breaking the silence.
“You slept well?”
“Mhm, what about you?” It was probably one of the best sleep you had. Most definitely because you were in Hyunjin’s bed with him cuddling you.
“I had the sweetest dream,” he returns the favour and moves the loose strands hair from your face to behind your ear. “It was about this sweet girl,” he raised an eyebrow at you and you know what he was talking about.
“What happen?” You played along.
“She told me she likes me. It almost felt real,” he added.
“Hmmm really?” You tenderly say.
“Yes. She clinged onto me the whole night but I think it was just from the alcohol she had last night.”
“I’m sure she would cling onto you even if she was sober.” Your hand travelled down to his waist to prove it to him.
“You think?”
“I know.” You nod moving closer for a cuddle.
“She also told me something else. She told me she likes my kisses and wanted me to keep kissing her,” there was his dorky smile again, his eyes turning into half-moon shapes.
“Mhmm, maybe you should give her what she wants. And keep kissing her,” you hinted, hoping he would get the message.
And of-course he does. He closes the gap between you, his hand tilting your head up. You guys picked up where you guys had left last night. And there it goes again, the tingle going straight to your core. You don’t know what gotten into you but you just feel so much tension this morning, so you pull him onto you as you rolled on your back. Hyunjin hovers on-top of you but he doesn’t position himself fully atop, he knows he can’t help himself if he is slotted between your legs. He was already so hard and he is second guessing if making out was even a good idea so early in the morning. You felt the same, you were already at getting wet downstairs, how embarrassing would it be if he noticed it when you were the one who wanted to go slow.
The room was filled with the wet sounds as you both continue to go at each other’s lips. You guys became desperate teenagers again, slipping hands under each other’s shirt just grazing across your bare stomachs as moans falls from your mouths. Hyunjin’s dominant side makes an appearance as he grasps your wrist pinning them to the side of your head before he pulls away to continue the hot kisses down your neck. You find him extremely hot for that, it flipped a switch.
“Hyune?” You say and he instantly lift his head up from your neck.
“Sorry, you’re just really pretty in the morning I couldn’t help myself.. But slow, we will take it slow,” he breathlessly replied.
“Fuck.. I know I said that, but I’m..” you couldn’t find the words nor look him in the eyes. You needed more; the adrenaline was rushing through out your body.
“Hmm? What is it baby?” He knows where this was going to go but he wanted to tease you a bit.
“You’re making me really horny right now,” you admit, feeling yourself go red, unable to hide yourself as he still has your hands locked by your head. He softly chuckles at your confession.
"So, you’re going back on your words now? My sweet girl," the pet name making your stomach turn as you watch his eyes fills with lust.
“Only because..”
“Because what? Hmm?” You loved every second of his teasing.
“Because I want to show you how sweet I can be,”
“But you did already the day I meet you and in my dream too,” he raises a brow.
"Okay but in bed-wise.. Unless you don’t want it?" you teased him back.
"I do!” He was eager to reply. “I want it so much baby, but are you sure?” He rubs your palm with his thumb, gesture so sweet he was making sure it was alright for you.
“I’m sure Hyune, please,” You consented.
“You want to go all the way or-”
“All the way. I want you..” you practically begged.
“Yeah? Want to show me how sweet you can be in bed?"
"Mhmm,” you move from his grasp to hold him by his shoulders. He takes this moment to finally slot himself in-between your legs.
“Good. Cause you’re making me really horny too,” he attaches his lips to your neck again, this time rolling his hips into yours, letting his clothed erection pressed up against your clothed cunt. You could feel how big he was already; it was almost like there was only a thin layer between your private parts.
"God, you feel so good already Hyune," a moan escaped from your lips, this was all too hot for you.
Hyunjin continues to suck on your neck leaving you marks. He feels himself getting lightheaded rubbing on you like this. He wanted to last a little longer, but he can’t help how fast the blood is travelling down to his dick, he was desperate to cum already.
“Can I.. Need to taste you baby,” he mumbles shuffling back sitting on his heels and tugging at his shorts you were wearing. You comply lifting your hips up as he pulls them.
His eyes widened, letting out an airy chuckle as he sees the shorts go past your mound.
“Heh- god, no panties?” He asked, dick twitching in his own shorts at the sight.
“You told me to toss everything in the basket I-,” you tried to defend yourself. Maybe you should have spent an extra 10 minutes to wash and dry your panties with his hair dryer last night.
“-You listen to me so well sweetheart. Such an obedient girl,” Hyunjin praises you before pressing a chaste kiss to the corner of your lips. You loved this side of him so much so romantic but so dominant. “Baby, I’m not wearing anything under too. Why wonder you drove me crazy,” he bites his bottom lip, pulling down the rest of your shorts and throwing them behind him. “Can’t believe my shorts touched you there before I could,” he banters eyeing your bare pussy.
“You’re so annoying Hyune,” you playfully rolled your eyes at him.
“Here, let me help with your shirt too,” he pulls you up and got rid of your shirt before you take your position again.
Hyunjin smirks to himself like a dummy as he stares at your body, eyes tracing every curve, every mark, everything. You feel a bit shy being bare from the hips down, knees bent on the bed on display for him like this, especially when he is still fully clothed.
“You’re so beautiful. So sexy. I’m so turned on right now,” he says finally pulling his shirt over his head, so you don’t feel so exposed. You desperately try to sit up wanting to touch him, but he pushes you back down on your back, a little bit too hard, surprising you.
“Ow-”
“Sorry!” He laughs. “Let me have a taste first, and then I’m all yours,” he adds, hands opening up your knees wider so he can see your pretty glistening cunt again.
“Okay,” you sided eyed him. “But you owe me though for pushing me back so hard,” you say.
“I’ll let you cum first, how does that sound?” He taunts you.
“Okay fine.” You gave in, happily.
He lied down on his stomach, so his face is now levelled with your cunt. His eyes rolls back as he takes in your sweet scent, his hands gripping your thighs softly to keep you open for him. You whined as his tongue drags through your folds. Your eyes were already rolling back, feeling the tension already building up in your stomach.
“Hyune, more,” you whined, and he continues to make out with your cunt, slurping up your wetness with his tongue, then sucking on your clit.
“You taste so sweet, fuck-” he coos, holding you more roughly as he starts to speed up. Your hands latch onto his hair and you start to grind against his tongue, spilling out that you’re close now. A couple more rubs to your clit from his muscle and you let yourself go, your body shaking as you cum around his mouth. Hyunjin hands comes to hold yours, locking them onto the bed as he licks up the remaining of your juices.
“Sweet heart, you’re so addictive,” Hyunjin sits up on his heels again, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. You were already fucked beneath him, cheeks red, your shirt exposing your stomach and your under boobs, a thin layer of sweat on forehead and Hyunjin was loving every detail of you like this.
“Hyune?” You say, searching for his hands. “Can I have you now baby?” You asked with big eyes and of course Hyunjin gives in, pulling you up so you’re sat as well.
“How do you want me sweet girl?” he winked to you; the ball was in your court now.
“Want you ontop.. I love how you held my wrist before,” you whisper as your hands tug on his shorts pulling them down his thighs, releasing his cock in the process.
You practically drool at him. He was so long, so thick and pink. You see all the veins and the red tip leaking with pre cum.
“Mm-so hard for you,” he says as he takes his shorts off completely, holding the base of his dick, looking at you.
You gulped replacing his hands with yours. Hyunjin squirmed, lifting his hips a little up when your small hand gripped him.
“Can I have you raw?” you asked impatiently. “Want to feel all of you,” Hyunjin’s dick twitch again but this time at your words, unable to hide his excitement. He pushed you on your back and gets in between your legs again.
“Fuck- you’re so dirty my sweet girl,” he bites his lip before kissing you.
“Only for you Hyune,” you say.
“You’re going to ruin me Y/N.”
Hyunjin lifts up from you again and grabs your wrist pinning them to the side of his head.
“Keep them there, I wanna hold them when I fuck you.” Hyunjin lines himself up to your entrance and slowly pushes in his tip. Your face scrunches up at the stretch. He waits until you’re relaxed before pushing the rest of his length in.
Hyunjin filled you up so perfectly, you were so warm and wet around him. He starts to move his hips slowly not to hurt you. Your moaning encourages him to go faster, and he was confident to go at his pace now with rough and deep thrusts.
“You’re so tight baby, so tiny for me,” he coos, his hands coming back to hold your wrist gently as he continues to thrust into you.
Hyunjin senses you were close evidently by your own hips moving with his, loud slapping sounds where your skin meets with each snap filled the air. His eyes rolls back as he feels you clench around him.
“Mmm- cumming Hyune-,” you whimpered, hiding your face in the pillow.
His feels his own orgasm reaching, and he grips onto your hand tighter.
“Oh fu- Where can I cum baby?” He grunts in your ear.
“On my pussy,” you feel him twitch at your words and he pulls out instantly gripping his length painting your pussy with his release.
“Love it when you whisper such a sweet things to me baby.” He managed to get out after a few moans, emptying every last drop on you before collapsing on-top of you.
You were ruined, exhausted. A wave of satisfaction washes over you as your hands wrapped around him. Hyunjin presses a kiss in the crook of you neck then quietly smiles to himself. You both stay like his for a little bit, catching your breath.
You feel him get up from the bed, a little nervous about his next move.
“Hyune where are you going?” you reached out to grab his wrist.
“Getting you a towel baby,” he places a quick kiss to your temple. “Just wanna clean my mess on my sweet girl,” he says, and you let him go. He rushes to his bathroom wetting a small towel in warm water and squeezing it before rushing back out to you who was patiently waiting on the bed.
“Back!” He says climbing back in the bed and parting your legs.
“You afraid I was going to leave you?” His tone so tender and you nod. “Never, you’re stuck with me,” he wipes gently at your soft skin.
“Can I ask you a question Y/N?” Hyunjin asks, tone a little bit more serious than usual as he continues to wipe random places from your thigh to your legs.
“Hmm?” You replied, preparing yourself for his question.
“Can I take a photo of your feet?” He says as the towel reaches your feet.
“You’re so annoying,” you giggled, quickly removing your feet from his hands and he laughs at your reaction.
“I was only kidding. Give me back the feet please,” he says.
Hyunjin throws the towel into the pile of clothes on the floor before lying next to you.
“Come here,” he pulls you into the same position you both were in last night, stroking your hair. Your heart flutters at the gesture.
“Hyune?” he hums in response. “Was I sweet?”
“The sweetest, my sweet girl,” he says.
The rest of the morning was spend in bed as you both trace random shapes with your fingers on each other’s body talking about sweet nothings.
“I didn’t hurt you did I baby?”
“No, you were perfect,” you replied cheeks flushed.
“Let me know if I ever do something that upsets you,” he replies tenderly.
“You could never Hyune.”
Your phone buzzes you both look to the direction of the vibration, which was the side table on Hyunjin’s side.
“Can you pass me my phone?” You ask and he reached over handing you the phone.
You unlocked it and there was a message from Minho.
Min Can we talk?
“You gonna answer him?” Hyunjin asked, a bit discouraged after peeking at Minho’s name on your phone.
“Nope not now,” you can tell Hyunjin is a little be sulky evidently due to his pout. You tap the editing option on your contact app making sure to tilt your phone a bit up so Hyunjin can see your next move.
“You okay?” You asked, adding ho to the end of Minho’s name on your phone. You tap back to Hyunjin’s name and to his surprise you already had him set as Hyune. Hyunjin nods at your question, suppressing his smile.
“You know I like you right?” You chuckle at his cuteness, adding a ❤️ to the end of his name before locking your phone and throwing it to the side.
“Yeah, you told me last night,” he replies cutely.
“Do you believe me?” He only nods at your question. “God damn it,” you voiced trying to sound a bit angsty but ended up sounding cute instead. “I was going to convince you how much I like you by letting you have your way with me,” you rolled your eyes making him giggle.
“Can I have my way anyways?” He says hovering over you, marking your neck again.
“Only if you let me see what I’m set as on your phone?” You teased.
“Send me a message then,” he tested and you search for your phone again.
Shortly after you hear a bing from his phone and he takes a look before passing it to you.
My sweet girl ❤️ Hi boyfriend! 🥰
“You’re so cute baby,” he says smiling at your message. You pull him down into you hiding your face in his chest as you smile uncontrollably at your contact name.
{🏷️ Taglist: @redstayrosie @konstanceee @farfromsugafanfic @realrintaro @bmnyy @binnies-minsung-fanclub @itsacatastrophe-xo @jyu-037 } Sorry if I missed anyone ❤️🩹
{Mina’s notes: I’m sorry this took forever. 🥴!!! I really wanted to showcase Hyunjin and Y/N’s playful relationship in this. 🤍 Anyways, to the Hyune girlies here is your ending.}
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"TOO PRETTY" - denki kaminari x black!reader
summary: you're just so pretty. your face is just too much to resist, denki can't help himself.
warnings: quirkless!au, college!au, oral (m!recieving + f!recieving), lots of praise, lowkey face fucking, corruption kink if you blink, denki straight babbling while you giving him top (my bad LMFAO), denks is just very horny and in very in love
you're just too pretty.
the way your freshly done lashes bat up at him, how plush your cheeks look, how soft and plump your lips are- it's just too much. you're way out denki's league and he thanks his lucky stars you even let him breath the same air as you.
"whatcha lookin at, kami?"
your giggly, airy tone snaps him out of his trance. your head is laid on his chest, thigh draped over his legs. he swears he's dreaming right now: you're laying on him, in his bed with only his hoodie and shorts on. "baby.."
"you're too pretty for me." he sighs. you smile at him sweetly, flushing his cheeks even more. the thing is, he has no idea how whipped he has you. you bury your head into his chest, muttering a shy "thank you" as you try to hide how flustered just got. but no, he wants to see your face. he takes his hand and cups your cheek, taking you in. admiring all your features and completely adoring your pure beauty. and then,
"...are you hard?"
his dick wants to admire you too.
he can't do a thing but chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. his hand then finds your thigh and massages your bare skin. "shit, sorry baby.. can't help myself with you lookin' like this." his voice becomes lower in tone, and he's now smirking. "well, you want help?" you ask sounding so painfully innocent. his eyes widen with both shock and excitement, his hard-on feeling much tighter in his loose sweatpants.
"i-i mean... please?"
you giggle at his response, biting your bottom lip. then, you lower hand to his erection, slowing palming him as your lips find his. he whimpers into the kiss, already grinding onto your hand.
denki had already found out you had never really got far with a boy before. you just never felt like you wanted to, not even after you had graduated and were exposed to the hookup culture in college. he was the only person you ended up falling in love with and feeling comfortable enough to be that vulnerable. although it was by choice, sometimes he gets hard just knowing he's your first. no- he gets so hard knowing he's the only boy who've you given head to, gotten head from, and importantly: the only boy who's been inside you. it boosts his self esteem more than he'd ever admit.
while he gets lost in the taste of your lips, he suddenly feels you pulling him out his boxers. he gasps at your touch as his hands finds yours at instinct. you look up at him as he breaks the kiss to pull down his sweatpants. "you want me to-"
before you can even finish the question, he lays on his back and pulls you toward him. he can't help his eagerness, he needs you bad.
you shuffle on the bed, laying down and positioning yourself in front of his lap. you take in the sight in front of you; precum already leaking out his raging, pink tip. his eyes are glued onto you, anticipating your next move. finally, you lean forward and begin kissing his tip. not even to tease- his dick is so pretty to you. almost as pretty as the soft sounds spilling out his mouth. "baby, please.. need you to work that pretty mouth f' me."
following his request, you begin to slowly take him in your mouth. his head throws back in pure bliss and he swears his eyes rolled to the back of his head. "f-fuck just like that, so good." he looks down at you; your curled lashes atop of your lids and your lips wrapped around his throbbing dick. he loves this.
"good girl, so pretty f' me... love you s-so much pretty.." his smooth, sweet voice is going straight to your cunt and you can feel yourself get wetter with his words. he cups your cheek, softly caressing the skin with his thumb. he subconsciously bucks his hips upwards, making a small gag come out your throat. "fuck baby- faster f' me please?
he likes letting you take your time with him and practically make love to his dick, but the tears budding up in the corners of your beautiful eyes is really doing something to him. looking up at him, you wrap your tongue around his length. you moan on him as you begin bobbing your mouth up and down, placing a hand on his lower stomach for support. "o-oh! oh shit- fuck baby~" his eyes squint as his hand moves to grip your hair (you'll surely kill him later after you come back to your senses, but he can't worry about that now). "mhm just like that, good girl.. look so pretty like this, mouth so pretty on my dick.."
a tear rolls down your cheek as you take all of him. he's definitely not small, you both know that. "s-shit..my pretty little slut. mhm? you're good little slut aren't you?" by the hum he felt vibrate on his dick, he knew that was your way of saying yes. "t-that's right- oh my god. suck me up just like that." you work your tongue around him, coming back up then swallowing every inch of him. you felt him twitch on your tongue and you knew he was close- if it wasn't for his grip tightening on your head. knowing this you blink up at him, making eye contact with him and he melts right there. "oh baby- don't do that gorgeous.."
but, he doesn't let himself break eye contact. he has to look at you when he finishes. "fuck baby 'm gonna cum soon, gonna- oh d-dont stop, please." you begin deep throating him much faster and earn a loud, pornographic moan out of him. by now you're slobbering all over his dick and denki is long gone. strings of moans leave his mouth as his legs flex, bending one of his knees. as you drive him over the edge he begins guiding your head up and down, creating his own pace. your eyes nearly shut and more tears threaten to come down your face. "gonna- fuck-! gonna fill up that pretty mouth, yeah? you gonna let me fill it up pretty girl?" you moan in response, and you're sure your slick is staining your shorts by now.
his hips grow a mind of their own as he starting bucking up into your mouth, pushing the tears out your eyes. "baby, sh-shit i'm-" his orgasm comes washing over him, cum beginning to spurt out his cock. "fuckkk.. c-cummin- baby i'm cumming-!" he spills out loud moans and curses as he shoots heavy loads down your throat, head thrown back into the pillow under his head.
you lift off him with a pop! sound, taking a minute to catch your breath. your hand strokes him slowly as he comes down from his high, then you lick him clean. the taste is slightly bitter, but still sweet. he's been eating better and staying hydrated for you, just for times like this. "taste good, kami~" you hum sweetly. half lidded and dazed, he looks down and smiles at you, reaching down to caress your cheek. "thank you, pretty baby."
he takes a moment to catch his breath, then he tugs his sweats back up. but, how could he not return the favor?
he pulls you up, laying you down and finding his way between your legs with a swiftness. instantly, he takes notice of the noticeably large wet spot that is 100% his fault. "want help, pretty?" he's teasing you on purpose, even though you just had him moaning and whimpering like a mad man. all you can do is nod and he basically rips off the clothing covering what he wants. now your dripping pussy is finally in front of his face. this is heaven. he can't help but admire it- this really is all for him. he looks up at you with the sweetest face, "such a pretty pussy~"
you whine, the sentence making you even more hot and bothered. he can't help but laugh, and his thumb finds his way to your clit "s' cute.." without missing a beat, he shoves tongue in your leaking hole, slowly thrusting it in and out. another whine falls out your lips, much longer with more volume. if he had any less self control, he'd cum again right now.
his tongue ran between your folds, finally replacing his thumb as he sucks on the sensitive bud. "k-kami~!" you cry out, your hands now gripping his hair. he laps at and kisses your clit at a steady pace. he moans against you, the taste of you making him rock hard again. but if that wasn't enough, he is reveling in your face right now. eyes rolling back, your soft lips parting as you moan for him, eyebrows slightly furrowed, you looked so perfect. "b-baby.. please.."
one thing he loved more than you choking on his dick: eating you out. you had the prettiest pussy, and you always get so wet. he can feel your slick start to drip down his chin. and he loved making it more messier than it already is- running his tongue through your folds and spreading your wetness everywhere. he thinks you look beautiful with your legs spread, shivering under his touch as he makes you cum.
"i-i'm gonna- fuckkk.."
he plunges his fingers into you, finger fucking you as he fully tends to your clit to bring you over the edge. you nearly scream, back arching off the mattress. strings of "m' cumming!" "fuck" and "kami~" stumble out your mouth frantically as you let go on his fingers. he lifts his head and slowly brings his fingers out of you. he looks up at you purposefully as he brings them to his mouth, licking his fingers clean. "taste so sweet, baby."
you giggle a bit, still dazed from your orgasm. he comes up from between your legs, kicking his sweatpants off in the process. he looks at you, basking in your beauty. "can we make love, beautiful? wanna show you how pretty you are." smiling, you nod. he kisses you, pressing his forehead against yours. his lips eventually move to your neck as he lines himself up at your entrance.
"you just look so pretty like this, baby. y' don't know what you do to me"
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#had to get this one off my chest sorry yall#denki kaminari#denki kaminari x reader#kaminari headcanons#denki headcanons#denki smut#kaminari smut#denki x black reader#mha denki#mha smut
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Sipping on fire - JJ Maybank Smut
A/N: I love this gif your honor. Also, please only interact if you’re 18+
Warning: unprotected sex, fingering, cursing, JJ being adorable, p in v, and I think that’s it! Other than it being written at 5 am and unedited, that is!
The first night of summer bonfire was a tradition that John B had started with the pogues and since you were Sarah’s best friend, you had been invited to tag along. You were a kook, but you tended to pride yourself on not being stuck up like most of them. In fact, according to your friends, you were a pogue in a kooks world, and you definitely agreed.
You had more fun on the cut in the last few months than you had on figure eight on any given day. There was an era of chaos with the pogues that you grew very fond of everytime you hung out with them. You never knew what was going to happen, and that was part of why you loved it so much. It was spontaneous and you got to live life on the edge.
“Alright, guys. Sarah and I are going to head to bed. Feel free to crash wherever you may fall.” John B’s voice rang out as he helped a very giggly Sarah inside, a wave following the gesture before the screen door closed. There was a comfortable silence that was accompanied by the crackling of the fire, a laugh suddenly ringing out from Kiara. “They are so going to go fuck.” The rest of you agreed and an easy conversation fell over you all as you kept the night rolling.
A little while later, Kiara started to yawn along with Pope and they both retired into the chateau to pass out on the couch. That left you and JJ, the both of you completely buzzed and not wanting to leave the serenity of the fire and the stars above you. You both were just enjoying the time, minds incapacitated and wandering. “You know, you don’t have to be a stranger. I won’t bite.” Your words cut through JJ’s train of thought as you nodded to the empty seat next to you, inviting him over instead of sitting across from you.
He got up and walked over, a chuckle leaving his lips as he raised his beer and took a sip. “That’s a shame, it would be hot if you did.” His words made you laugh, your eyes rolling on instinct. JJ was one of your favorites out of the group, he always made you laugh and feel some type of way. The easy banter between the two of you was always welcomed, especially when you were intoxicated and oh boy were you drunk tonight.
You had been doing shot after shot with Sarah, the tequila and vodka mixing and tasting like the best decision in the world. You had been letting loose all night and you had barely noticed that you had caught JJ’s attention early on. You were wearing an outfit that Sarah specifically picked for you to use to try and get his attention, but you hadn’t figured it had worked.
You were lost in thought when you felt his gaze on you, an eyebrow arching in question as you looked at the blonde haired boy. “Do I have something on my face?” Your words were meant to be a joke, but JJ shook his head, his eyes locked on your lips. “You just look really kissable right now.” His gaze was dark and lustful and it went straight through you, your lip pulling in between your teeth. “Kiss me then.”
He didn’t hesitate, his lips pressing to yours in a sloppy, yet passionate kiss. He tasted like a mix of alcohol and weed and the taste was intoxicating, a low groan leaving your lips. At the sound, he pulled back and looked at you. There was a look of something feral that flashed in his eyes, a chuckle leaving his lips. “Sweetheart, I haven’t even touched you yet.” His words went straight to your core, an involuntary whimper sounding from somewhere foreign inside of you.
He pulled you back in for another kiss, his hands finding your hips as your hands tangled in his hair. The kisses were getting more and more desperate as the seconds passed, teeth and tongues clashing as he carefully moved you to straddle his lap. His eyes ran over you, your hair tangled from his fingers and your lips puffy from kissing him. You looked absolutely breathtaking, and it made him hard to know he was the reason. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.” His words accompanied sloppy kisses to your neck, your hips moving down to grind against his as the breath caught in his throat.
The two of you had been eyeing each other all night, and the tension was finally coming undone. As you attached your lips back to his, you could feel his hands sliding up your thighs under your dress. “You’ve been driving me crazy all fucking night.” His words were almost a primal sound now, lust sinking into his every word as he squeezed your ass. You let out a groan and let yourself bite his bottom lip, the action causing him to immediately want you then and there.
You felt his hands move to push your panties aside, a finger instantly pushing into your wetness as your head fell back. You hadn’t realized how wet you were until now, another one of his fingers sliding in easily. Your let a string of moans leave your lips as he watched you intently. Every single curl of his fingers had you going absolutely feral, moans of his name filling the quiet night.
Little did you know, he had thought about this a lot. Every since Sarah started bringing you around, he wondered how you would look on top of him. His fingers and his cock deep inside of you. He has made it his personal mission to get you and hear you moan his name, and now that he had heard it, he might be addicted. Your voice that was usually sickly sweet was now broken and strained from pleasure, breathy whines going straight to his cock.
“I’m getting close.” Your whines were getting more and more desperate as his thumb found your clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves as his fingers skillfully worked in and out of your dripping wet pussy. “Come for me, baby girl. Come all over my fingers.” The words were enough to finish you off, a strangled gasp leaving your lips you felt the coil winding tighter and tighter in your stomach. His words kept repeating in your mind as you let out the most beautiful sound he had ever heard, the coil finally snapping as you let yourself finish all over his hand. He helped you to ride out your high, his fingers instantly going into his mouth to taste you as your forehead fell against his shoulder. Your chest was heaving, your breaths coming out in uneven pants as you tried to keep your composure.
However, the feel of his fingers inside you had you wanting more. If he was that good with his fingers, you could only imagine how good he was with his cock. “I wanna make you feel good now.” Your words were mixed with uneasy breaths before he shook his head, a smirk forming on his lips. “Baby girl, there will be plenty of time for that. I wanna be inside of you right now.” At his words, you were helping him to unzip his pants and maneuver his boxers so he could get his cock out.
The size of it made you audibly moan as he rubbed the tip between your folds, his gaze watching yours intently for any sign that he should stop. When none came, he slowly pushed into you, a low guttural moan leaving his lips as he completely filled you up. “Oh my fuck.” His hands found your hips as you started to ride him at a steady pace, his cock hitting just the right spot every single time.
Feral moans were leaving both of your lips as you kissed him hungrily again, moans being swallowed by both of you. His kisses were intoxicating and you didn’t think you could ever get enough, the all too familiar pressure building up in your stomach again. “I-I’m close again, JJ.” Your voice was coming from a place of desperation and need as his cock filled you up thrust after thrust, his own high staring to build.
“Come with me, baby.” His voice was strained and desperate as the movements between the two of you started to get more and more sloppy. He was trying to thrust into you, his timing being thrown off by the chair you were sitting in. “I-I can’t-.” You let out another desperate sound as you came around his cock, your pussy clenching around him as you rode out your release on him. The feeling of you coming done on top of him had him closely following suit, his cum coming out in white hot sports as he filled you up. His breaths were coming out in short, rapid pants as you sat there and tried to catch your breath before you moved to get off of him.
The loss of pressure inside of you as you got off was a disappointing feeling, your hands moving down to smooth out your dress as you sat back down beside him again. He wrapped an arm around you and you found yourself leaning against his shoulder, your chest heaving again as you let your eyes shut. “Holy fuck.” The both of you chuckled as he tucked himself back into his pants, blue eyes looking at you through blown pupils. “That was even better then I ever could’ve imagined.” He looked down into your eyes again, his lips finding yours for a few short pecks.
“You’ve thought about that before, huh?” Your teasing words made a slight blush break out over his cheeks as he nodded and smirked, “I’m not going to lie and say no. I’ve had a thing for you for a while.” His confession had you absolutely wheeling, a blush breaking out across your face as you pushed your hair back off your face. “Good thing I’ve had a crush on you for a while too.”
Your response made him grin as he stood up, holding his hand out to you. “Well, then my lady, wanna accompany me to bed?” He fake bowed as laughter left your lips, your eyes sparkling as you nodded. “You’re such a dork, but you’re lucky you’re cute.”
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[ cuddling w enha ]
warning(s): one swear word🧍🏻 jakes part is kinda suggestive? not rly
HEESEUNG!
cuddles you in the dead of night. it feels so comforting after a long day to just lay in your arms. or after dozens of video games and heeseung finally slides next to you in bed, arms snaking around your waist to bring you close. “i’m sorry for making you wait,” he mumbles, pressing a small kiss to your head. you smile lazily at him, “i don’t mind waiting, seung.” you often wake up with his arms enclosed around your waist.
JAY!
cuddling with him is so intimate. you’re facing each other when he’s mumbling sweet-nothings to you as you trace his face, your thumb lingering on his bottom lip. or maybe his head is resting on your arm and your legs are entangled with one another as he listens to you read to him. jay loves to hear the softness of your voice and the way your heartbeat syncs with his. “let’s go to sleep, yea?” “jay, this chapter isn’t finished–“ “forget the book and lay with me, y/n.”
JAKE!
he is so, so giggly and smiley. he’s peppering your face, neck and hands with so many kisses, you can’t help but giggle. jake stares at you for a solid 15 seconds, with the goal of flustering you. and it works because you’re burying your face into his shoulder and he’s laughing more. his hands slip under the bottom of your shirt, lingering around your waist. “jake your hands are so cold,” “maybe you should warm them up.” he’s winking pathetically at you and another bubbly laugh escapes your lips.
SUNGHOON!
at first, he was really stiff. literally ‘🧍🏻’ when you first wrapped your arms around him. but now, he claims to be a professional. he subtly tells you he wants cuddles by laying in bed, staring at you with open arms. and of course, you cave, because its park sunghoon. you lay with him, arms lost with each others, counting the pretty moles that embellish his face and he smiles at you with the fondest smile. “your fangs are so cute, hoon.” “so you were looking at my lips? you wanna kiss me so bad.” “literally, shut up.”
SUNOO!
he’s so talkative :(. sunoo absolutely loves talking to you about his day, what new song won’t leave his head and what he had for lunch. it’s so soft and pure. the both of you are laying under mountains of pillows and blankets, getting lost in time. the amount of butterflies are unimaginable when you press a small kiss to the tip of his nose and he taps his nose again for another. he’s saying something when he pauses and tucks a few loose strands of hair behind your ear. “your hair is getting in the way.” “you just like touching my hair, don’t lie sun.”
JUNGWON!
after a long, tiring day, jungwon really just wants to lay in your arms and that’s exactly what he does. he lets you spoon him (but normally, he wants to spoon you), run your fingers through his soft locks and whisper small praises. at your compliments, he can’t help but smile faintly, dimples softly poking his cheeks. you steal a quick peck at his dimple and he turns in your arms to face you, his smile growing wider and his cat-like eyes turning into crescents. you grin back at him. not many words are exchanged, your presences being enough. “you did well, won.” “because i have you, y/n.”
RIKI!
when cuddling with him, prepare to be annoyed as shit. he’s squeezing you super tight, poking at you and tickling your sides. at this, you make empty threats about leaving and riki’s laughing, but he’s saying quick sorry’s anyway. but he’s back at tickling you again and when he’s distracted with the birds on the windowsill, you finally see your opportunity to escape. once you think you’ve broken free, a pair of lanky arms pull you back down and he immediately hides his face in your shoulder. “okay. sorry. don’t leave. you hair smells good.”
a/n: jungwon dimple kisses😧😧💔💔
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Hi can you do a lockwood fic where you’re in the library late at night and you decide to play classical music and he asks you to dance (kiss on hand as a greeting, lucy recording and having a bet with george, etc) thanks!
Hear the Crackle of the Radio, I Know I’m Home
Anthony Lockwood x (gn) Reader
Warnings/Tags: Fluff, sleepy Lockwood, dancing but it’s more like just staying in each other’s arms for the sake of it, repetition, I’m a SUCKER for fluff
Notes: Thank you anon for this sweet little request, I absolutely adored writing it!! I didn’t know how to incorporate a classic piece at first (considering their technology would be quite behind and they don’t have access to boomboxes or speakers) but then I remembered the old radio my family used to have. Lovely thing it was, I miss the crackle of it dearly!
ALSO, I MISREAD YOUR REQUEST SO BAD ANON. IM SO SORRY 😭 -added after posting LMAO,,,,
Summary: It’s a quiet day in the library— until Lockwood comes and forces you up from your seat to dance with him.
The static of the radio fades away into the crunch of violin and piano compositions, coming through gently and filling the room. There’s an air of old books and frail paper about you as you handle the fragile pages. The paper is old under your fingers, the texture familiar in your hands; the library smells of the past and sounds of it too.
You didn’t expect anyone else to be awake considering they all just got back home after a long and tedious case, but Lockwood comes into the library with a sleepy smile and you find yourself pleasantly surprised. He’s in a loose white T-shirt and the pyjama pants you bought him not too long ago, looking just about ready to pass out as he makes his way over to you. Much like a cat, he smiles patiently as you put away your book before unceremoniously dropping himself into your lap.
“Anthony,” You laugh, moving him around into a more comfortable position. He’s like putty in your hands, he is; sleepy and warm and all too happy.
“I checked, and you weren’t in bed,” He mumbles, his face resting in the space between your head and collar. His eyes peer at you from behind his lashes, hooded with exhaustion that has him blinking slowly. “ ‘Just wanted to make sure you were alright.”
“I am very alright, now that you lot are all home.” You press a kiss onto his head, a hand combing through his hair. “I was about to head to bed, actually. Have you checked on Lucy and George?”
“Already—“ he yawns here, stretching out all his lanky limbs “—did. They’ve both headed into their rooms already.”
He leans into your touch and into you, relaxing in your arms. He snakes his arms your waist and his lips end up on your jaw. If Lucy or George were here, they might have had half the mind to call you both out on your lovesick behaviour. Since it was just you two, though, that goes unspoken. You hope Lockwood ignores the quick beating of your heart just as Lockwood hopes you can’t feel his smile on your skin growing coy. The world filters back in around you with every breath; library pages and the sound of something slow and relaxing.
“Let’s dance,” Lockwood mumbles, not pulling himself up. “This is our song.”
It is not your song; you don’t have one, (yet, you secretly hope) but you indulge him with a laugh. “Get up then. I can’t dance if you’re on me now, can I?”
It takes a solid minute for him to make good on that, at which point you think he’s fallen asleep before he blows into the skin of your neck and you swat him. It’s a giggly affair getting up, books left forgotten on the table and the radio drowned out by your joy. You take your places in the center of the room, Lockwood more awake as he gazes lovingly into your eyes. The piece rises to new heights as you both begin dancing slowly, a bit off beat with the music, but in tune with the rhythm of your hearts.
With one arm wrapped around your lower back, and the other in yours, it’s more of a sway than a dance. And yet you sway, to and fro, to and fro, as the music swells and softens through the radio crackle. His eyes trace your face with such tenderness and care; smiling subconsciously as he sways with you.
When you’re on the job, Lockwood is doing little more than burning himself into ash and soot to protect you all; ghoulishly hollow in all the ways he has already given himself up for you, George, and Lucy. You scold him for it, all of you, and he does try to make it better, but sometimes you can only be thankful of what you have still. This look of his is one of them.
This particular look is reserved for you alone, made of gentle edges whittled down by your persistence to get close; the walls around his heart so low they’re all but flattened. This particular look is full of something more than just ash and hollow soot: it’s full of warmth and giddy happiness. This particular look is one you can’t help but cherish.
“You look lovely today,” He hums, peering into your eyes as he masterfully dodges stepping on your feet. His hair is messy and crumpled from where you’d ran your hand through it, making him all the more endearing.
“And you look like you’re about to pass out,” you tease, squeezing his hand.
“How do I look like besides that, though?”
“Gorgeous and radiant,” You playfully coo, laughing when his face splits into a wide grin.
Nothing else is said after as you both fall into the rhythm of being near each other. To and fro, to and fro, you sway; to and fro. The smell of old books and the sound of a crackling radio all fade into the background as you and Lockwood slowly but surely lean in to rest your foreheads gently against one another’s. He pushes his nose into yours, humming along to the song, and like instinct your lips fall into each other’s. The world sways as you do, to and fro, to and fro.
Kissing him tastes like warmth and joy bottled up; feels like sinking into your bed and hiding yourself away from the world. Kissing him feels like everything is going to be all right.
A camera click startles you both and you quickly pull away (still in each other’s arms) to find Lucy at the door. She’s grinning ear to ear with a twinkle in her eyes as she leans back out of the doorway and yells,
“George! I won!” and leaves.
You and Lockwood stay there standing, before slowly falling into a fit of giggles and deeper into each other’s arms. From beyond the door, Lucy and George race down the steps in a thunderous manner, and suddenly the whole of 35 Portland Row is awake well past midnight. You wouldn’t have had it any other way.
Your song plays again the next day in the library, and the smile that takes you over has Lockwood kissing you again just for how beautiful you are to him. The world settles in your kisses, and when you dance you do little more than hold onto each other and sway; to and fro, to and fro.
A/N: This actually gave me some nostalgia, because I used to love the radio (the old classic ones they don’t make anymore) and I loved when we used it. I’m also SUCH fan of swaying with someone you love gently, and just— UGH.
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PLEASE Are you still doing requests for Reese Wilkerson from Malcolm in the middle? If so ermmmm can I request a goofy little smut 😊
Don’t feel like you have to tho!!! And if you’re not comfortable with it it’s okay!!!! I love your writing sm!<3
Sleepover (Reese Wilkerson X Reader Smut)
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Summary: Late nights with Reese make you both giggly and needy.
A/N: this feels kinda rushed but idk
CW: p in v intercourse
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It must have been around one in the morning when you woke up. You heard some knocking on your window, which was strange because your room was on the second floor. You were startled at the dark figure trying to get in, but soon relaxed when you realized who it was.
“You scared the shit out of me.” You laughed as you opened the window for your boyfriend, allowing him to crawl into your room. “You’re lucky my parents aren’t home, Wilkerson.”
“That’s the whole reason I came, N/n.” Reese teased, wrapping his arms around you and giving you a kiss.
“Aren’t you grounded?”
“Yeah. But when has that ever stopped me from coming over?” You giggled a little, knowing it was true. Somehow, Reese was at your house more than his own when he was grounded.
“So… What do you wanna do?” You asked, looking up at him a bit tiredly, with your chin resting on his chest. A hand fell to rest on your hip, a thumb slipping under the waistband of your sleep shorts.
“I can think of a couple things.” But you knew there was only one thing on Reese’s mind. And despite your slightly sleepy state, you were more than happy to comply.
Reese made you feel dizzy with the kisses he planted on your face and neck. Slowly, he guided you backward until your legs hit the foot of your bed. You let out a squeal as you fell back onto the mattress, Reese barely having enough time to put a hand on the bed to keep himself from falling on top of you. You couldn’t help but laugh, which quickly turned into a sigh as Reese’s head dipped down to nibble at your collarbone, which was exposed by the loose shirt that you had stolen from your boyfriend during one of your previous sleepovers.
The hand that wasn’t holding Reese up trailed down your body, cupping the place where you were needing him most. You moved against his hand, trying to find friction and relief.
“No teasing, Reese, please.” Usually, Reese would ignore your pleas. He liked to get you worked up until you couldn’t fathom taking anymore. But he must’ve been just as needy as you were, because he complied and started tugging off your shorts. You tried sitting up to remove your shirt, but he pushed you back down.
“Keep it on.” He demanded softly. When your shorts were off, Reese spread your legs apart, giving each of your thighs a quick squeeze. “Don’t move.” Then he walked away towards your dresser.
You whined at the loss of his touch, doing your best to not squeeze your thighs together for relief. Reese quickly came back with a foil wrapper. The sight excited you, even more so when you noticed the tent in his pants. You reached out and palmed him through his sweats, and he welcomed the touch with groans, shutting his eyes tight and throwing his head back.
Suddenly, Reese grabbed your wrist, taking your hand off of him. You frowned a little, wishing you could touch him. But Reese brought your hand up to kiss your knuckles before dropping it.
“If I let you do that for another second, I would’ve come in my pants.” The confession had you giggling, which made him smile.
Not wanting to go through the work of stripping you both completely bare, Reese yanked down his pants and boxers just enough for his cock to spring free. Your mouth watered at the sight in front of you, but you supposed you could suck his dick another time. The two of you were too horny to hold off any longer.
When Reese finally had the condom rolled onto himself, he focused on you. Once again, he cupped your pussy, and you mewled at the feeling.
“You’re fucking soaked, baby.” He whispered, although he didn’t have to since you were alone. “Did thinking about me and my dick get you all wet?”
You weren’t used to this slightly condescending tone from Reese, but you loved it. You nodded, grinding on his hand. He quickly pulled your panties to the side, revealing your glistening lips. Reese swiped his thumb over your clit a few times while he grabbed himself, lining up with your entrance before pushing in.
You moaned loudly, throwing your head back into the mattress. You were lucky that you had the house to yourself, because you don’t know if you could keep your voice down while Reese started thrusting into you.
“Oh, god, Reese.” You drawled, eyes rolling back as his cock started grazing that sensitive spot inside of you. He grabbed your legs, maneuvering them so they were over his shoulders, allowing him to pound you even deeper than you thought possible.
“Doing so good, N/n.” He panted, watching your body bounce with his every thrust. Something about seeing you in his shirt, getting fucked out of your mind, made him speed up his pace. “So fucking good.” A hand went down to feverishly rub your clit, making you squeeze his cock.
“Keep doing that, keep going.” You whined. “I’m so close, Reese. So close.” Your words encouraged Reese to fight through the exhaustion he was starting to feel.
“Come when you’re ready, baby. I got you.”
Soon enough, pleasure coursed through you as you gushed all over his cock. Your pussy spasmed, squeezing Reese so good that his orgasm quickly followed yours. He tried to ride you through your orgasms, his hips slowing their pace.
He panted, moving your legs off his shoulders and leaning forward to rest his head on your clothed chest. You petted his hair, trying to catch your breath.
“That was really good.” You said, voice somewhat raw.
“Yeah. I think I almost fucked you dumb.” Reese muttered. You jokingly hit him before pushing him off of you, rolling the two of you around so you were straddling him, cock still nestled inside of you.
“Shut up.” You laughed, electricity running up your spine from the new position you two were in. But both of you were too exhausted to go another round.
For now.
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The Fluffiest Time of Year
Summary: Featherflake falls have always been your least favorite part of the season. What should just be simple precipitation presents too high a risk of tickles around people you don't want seeing you all giggly and vulnerable, but this year you're with your loving partner. Maybe it's time to let loose a little and see if they'll take some initiative, with a little help from the weather.
Word Count: 947
Note: I know I had the poll recently and Skitters is 100% going to be my next fic, but this prompt of featherflakes was given as an extra little fun assignment for people participating in @squealing-santa this year and I just thought of this simple little idea that was too cute not to do first. Plus it's only a few days until the actual assignments for that are going to be given out so I wanted to get this done before then.
I hope you all enjoy this little fluff piece, I had a lot of fun coming up with an explanation of what featherflakes are and a cutesy little story to go with them 💜🪶
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Every year for as long as you can remember, between fall and winter, there's been a special weather phenomenon. When it starts to get only barely colder than hoodie-weather and birds fly through the clouds, the lightest and cleanest fibers of feathers separate from their wings and stay behind. Very much like water droplets in a snow cloud, the fibers begin to bind together, and soon fall to the ground as featherflakes.
This has always been a difficult time for you, because as much as you secretly love to be tickled, you've also never quite felt comfortable with the people around you knowing. On days where featherflakes were suspected to drop, you'd bundle up as best as you could, telling others you were cold when in actuality you were just hiding as much skin as possible. This year though, something's a bit different.
This is the first year you're experiencing a featherflake falling while with your partner. They unlike anyone you've ever known makes you feel safe, safe to laugh and love and be yourself. No tickling has taken place just yet in this relationship, they haven't thought of it and you've been too nervous to initiate it, but you know you want it to happen and today may be the perfect day for it.
It's shopping day, time to get the weekly batch of groceries, and you two are getting dressed to leave when out the window you notice the first flakes fall. You begin bundling up extra carefully like you always do, but then pause. There's an opportunity here, one that would require little doing and could get you what you've wanted for a while now, so you just throw on a light winter jacket and prepare to go out to the car.
You step outside, partner by your side as you both begin the short walk down the path. Featherflakes fall and fly around, and for the first time in years you feel them make contact as a few brush past your cheeks. A shiver runs down your spine, and apparently quite a visible one.
"You okay?", they ask, noticing your shiver and nervous expression.
The truth floats through your brain, but you just can't bring yourself to say it. "I-I'm fine, just chilly." Your partner nods and continues the walk. You follow while scolding yourself internally, pouting as you kick piles of flakes covering the path. One kick accidentally leads way for some to fall into your shoes, just as more are blown around your neck. You stop dead in your tracks, trying your hardest to suppress the rising giggle, able to stop all but a snicker that escapes your lips.
They turn back towards you, at first concerned but then noticing the slight smirk on your face that you try to wipe away. You watch as their face turns to a suspicious grin as the words you dread yet crave finally follow, "Hold on, did you just laugh? Are the flakes tickling you?"
A bright red blush washes over your cheeks as your hands rush to conceal them, but it's too late, they've already noticed. "Oh my gosh, you're ticklish! How did I never realize this?!"
Muffled words come from behind your hands, "I.. didn't know how to.. bring it up. You never did it before and it just.. seemed silly to ask for." You sigh through your hands, refusing to look their way.
Their arms wrap around you, holding you close and placing a kiss on your forehead. "It's not silly, sweetie. I mean, it's a little silly, but not bad silly! The type of silly that makes me love you even more, if that's even possible with how much I love you already."
The hands that once hid your face from the fears of what they could say fall just as quickly as those fears. "Really? Y-You'd do this with me? You don't think I'm.. a freak?"
Your partner, whose face was once soft with compassion, suddenly give you a sly look you could have never expected from them. "Call yourself a freak one more time and just see what I do about it."
That blush returns to your face with a vengeance, but you can't help but smile as you decide to call his bluff, "I-I'm.. a freak!"
"That's it!", they say as they scoop up a bunch of featherflakes off the ground and quickly stuff them down the back of your jacket and into your shirt. The little pieces of fluff cascade down your back as the giggles begin, each twitch and squirm sending them further down and around your sides. Your partner smiles and holds you close once again, this time to reach up from the bottom of your jacket to wiggle their fingers on your belly.
Between the feathers and fingers you can't stop laughing, and also you can't continue standing as you fully lose your balance and fall into a small pile of featherflakes, only adding to the experience further. They follow you down and continue their attack, even grabbing some more flakes with their other hand to sprinkle over you like they were seasoning a ticklish little meal.
Once you've had enough you both lay their for a little bit before heading back inside to clear the flakes out of your clothes so you can relax fully, which was still a tickly process but such a relief once you were finally rid of them. The shopping can wait til later, or even tomorrow. Right now you just want to cuddle with your love, smiling brighter than you have in a while, the remaining tingly sensation cementing this as your new favorite time of year.
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I subconsciously always put my hand on my friends thigh whenever I remember something I had to tell them or I'm excited to tell them something, how do you think robin or kurt(you choose) would react to that
As someone who is pretty touchy with their friends (who like touch of course) and has touch as their no. 1 love language, I love this, and Robin and Kurt are some of the best examples you could’ve picked. So I’m gonna do both of them bwaha ❤️ (scroll down for just Kurt/see where Robin ends)
Robin:
Definitely already has a crush on you. She likes that you two being ‘friends’ means that she can be close to you. You two always sit super close together. If you’re sitting, your legs were going to be so squished they may as well be intertangled. Whether that be on the desk of family video, leaning into each other during a big scene in the cinema, or like now, where she’s on the couch with you at one of Steve’s small house parties.
You two had been drinking a little, which meant you were even more giggly, and while it could’ve come off as slightly less caring about being super touchy because you didn’t notice as much, it was more like you both had an excuse so you didn’t have to hold back from how close you wanted to be, thanks to the jello shots Steve had made last night.
You’d both grabbed onto each others hands, it wasn’t excatly a romantic hold, it was fingers bent in awkward places and squeezing too hard, but slapping your own chests with how hard you were laughing. Both your heads slowly sinking into the other as your laughs became only silent wheezes, desperate for breath, just having to cling to the other so you wouldn’t fall off the couch, and squeeze each other in place of breathing. Because Steve had just done something so hilarious in both your tipsy minds.
But then you both died down. Things were more calm now, and you’re both just sitting, squished together, but comfortable, as Nancy and Eddie discuss how they could easily break into family video. And as your friends talk, you quickly remember something you need to tell your best friend. And with excitement, you place your hand down on her thigh. Spinning to Robin as your hand jiggles her, squeezing slightly as your lit up eyes begin the conversation, with trying to get her to remember the context to what you’re about to say. Eyes sparkling bright as you bring up a past, shared memory with her.
Except Robin’s gone. Her mouth’s loosely hanging open. Her eyes more fuzzy. She’s just swaying as she looks at you in awe, nodding at what you say, while her chest and neck and ears flush.
She just felt... warm. Not in any weird way but, it felt nice. It felt really nice. Any time you gave her such loving touch, it always caused a spark in her chest, right down to her stomach. Including wherever you were touching her. Very lightly linking your pinkies, rubbing your thumb up and down her shoulder, stroking through her hair (and it was never just a touch, you’d stay circling your hand for minutes at a time...). Sometimes you two wouldn’t even be looking at each other. Part of a conversation, but not directly speaking, and you’d without blinking, move your hand just to touch her. Just to feel Robin. She always leaned into it, it made Robin feel better, and you’d always turn and smile at her when she did so. Both of you looking to each other and smiling like you were sharing some inside joke... or something intimate.
But this time it’s an even bigger thing. Robin sits there, mentally thinking about the fact it wasn’t just a tap, you still have your hand resting comfortably, on top of her thigh. She doesn’t want to move, for fear you’ll move it away again. Like when you rest your head on hers or something, and then it becomes a big deal if someone moves their head, and so you’d rather suffer a debilitating neck injury than move an inch. It really just does make her feel so warm inside.
She doesn’t want anybody else to be around, Robin wants only you, and simultaneously she wants witnesses in her friends, to be like ‘see? Do you see?’ to share those excited and knowing looks between her best partners in crime, and so she can gossip with them later, and ask if they thought that was flirty or not. What you looked like from their perspective! Especially Steve, her number one confidant. She kept trying to catch his eyes, so she could communicate with him to look at you, and then look back at her enthralled face, so they could discuss it in the kitchen later. Probably while jumping around excitedly as well.
And she was so happy she’d decided to wear her ripped jeans, because she could actually feel your hand on her leg!
Not in like a goblin way of “oooh oho I can feel their body warmth seeping into my own epidermis heheheh!” type of thing. Which Robin felt sometimes like if she wasn’t careful with how she crushed on you, then she was, like, sinning in some way. Which, after many talks with Steve, and you, a fellow sapphic person, about ‘other’ crushes, she realised may have been herself looking very negatively at genuine and innocent crushes and attraction, probably to do with being a woman and gay. And that crushes, romantic attraction, sexual attraction, any of that, wasn’t something she had to feel bad about, or ashamed for.
She loved how warm your touch was. How warm you were. She just loved the skin on skin touch with you! She just thought skin on skin was so... intrinsic, so innately homely and loving, and good. She could really feel your hand. The callouses on your fingertips when your hand started rubbing her thigh, instead of simply laying in place. Then the one time how your hand slipped under the rip in her dark jeans, and how her entire leg felt on fire then. How hard it was to sit still and not squirm in her seat. Until your hand went back, and she calmed the internal wheezing of her lungs, by focusing on your loving caress.
How soft your hand was, and how she’d actually borrowed some of your hand moisturiser, because you two got ready for Steve’s party together. Robin really wanted to go back to before, and hold your other hand now, too. She wanted to lay her head on your shoulder, like she did all the time, but with your stylish top falling off your shoulder by design, she just wanted to rest her cheek against you, and just be with you. Just be, with you.
Wasn’t that craving for your touch, your actual touch, normal? Robin loved being held by, and holding you. You always give her the physical affection she needs, sometimes knowing before Robin even has to ask! And with how she’d never crushed on someone like she did on you... she just wanted so badly to be able to feel you, and not be scared that you, or others, would question her because of it. Or, have you be able to do the same.
Robin can get into the conversation eventually. Always eager at what you have to say, and very into this juicy thing you’ve only now remembered to tell her, something you knew Robin would adore the info on. Because you knew her so well. Plus the excitement from your touch, from the fact you were so excited to tell her something, and that splash of liquid courage removing her filter on her mouth, meant Robin really was getting into her conversation with you.
It was only, after what felt like forever, when you’d finished dicssuing what you needed to remember, that you moved to take your hand away. But just before you can, and just quick enough it seemed like coincidental timing, versus Robin not wanting you to pull away, the flirty side of her brain takes over the tipsy, shy, simpy one, and she slides her hand smoothly back over yours. Finger tracing enchantingly up and down the top of your wrist, as her ringed hands held the back of yours, and held your palm comfortably into her thigh. Robin’s teeth shining, as she asks you something she knows you’ll be equally as fervent about.
It makes Robin feel loved. Like you want to touch her like that, because you mean it. That you want to be in a loving relationship with her. Or at least, that you care about her, and like her, a whole lot. Robin loves how comfy you two are together. And when you both drink some more, and your thighs end up on top of hers, because she’d gigglingly pulled you into her lap... well Robin thought that you both letting down your guards is the best thing that could happen. Because right now, her thumbs are rubbing up and down on your hips as she has her arms lovingly around you. And your head is leaning on top of hers, arms wrapped warmly around her in a hug, and hand rhythmically rubbing up and down her shoulder blades, with your finger occasionally getting caught on her bra strap, but you keep going.
She leans her head up to kiss your cheek, ducking it down again with a coy smile, as she feels your own smile on her. Her smile becoming even wider, when you peck the top of her head back. Now, as Robin’s hands are wrapped around your waist, she can’t help but not have her hands, resting on your thighs back. It literally just happened that way, and she loves that because you two keep falling into situations like this, so it must be because you both built up to them. And boy does being completely surrounded by you make her feel at home. Although, she really does want you to grab her thigh again... Not that she was going to give this position up easily. No way.
But when you touched her there for the first time... it was really one of those moments where Robin had to believe, no matter her self doubting, that surely you must be into her too. Or else why would you have touched her there? It’s one of those top moments Robin takes into account as evidence you like her. And one of her favourite moments with you that she replays in her head over and over every night with a smile on her face, just dreaming about you.
Or rather, it would be, if later on in the night, you hadn’t placed your hand excitedly on Robin’s thigh again, but then leaned in to kiss her minutes later. When her lips just looked too desirable, to not finally give in, while she was talking.
Kurt:
Not only does Kurt have a crush on you, but he’s also a teensy bit obsessed. He’s pretty sure he loves you. You’re pretty much the only person he focuses on in any room, even when you two are socialising.
Apart from selling his brand more of course, then he’s putting in the effort. He really works hard on his influencer career. He only cut himself off once from selling himself to a future fan, because he saw some guy bringing you to the balcony at a party, lightly touching your elbow as he lead you, and Kurt just had to know what was going on. Luckily there was loads of people on the balcony, and you just seemed to already be friends with this dude, so Kurt could breathe from where he was staring out the glass doors, behind a potted plant.
He just didn’t want someone else to swoop you up, when he was so sure he’d be able to take that step and kiss you soon! He had tried flirting, he didn’t really know why you hadn’t caught on, but you always seemed to really enjoy your conversations with him anyway, so Kurt was pretty happy with that!
Kurt is also very touch starved. You were the first person to give him a hug in years. Literal years. He nearly cried that night after you did so. He wanted to punch himself for not hugging you back sooner, not hugging you straight away, and having longer to do so. Because he was so caught off guard when you hugged him goodbye, that he just stood there for a few seconds, arms hanging dumbly in the air. Brain a dial up sound. His whole body in shock. Luckily he managed to softly wrap his arms back around you in time, thanking god you didn’t pull away when he acted so awkward. And after a couple of seconds of softly holding you, Kurt had squeezed, and kept embracing you tight. After that, Kurt never took for granted any of your hugs. He even got brave enough to hug you first, and it made him so happy you were always happy to hug him too :)
Any touch from you makes Kurt go crazy. Any. And I mean any. A twilight-esque scene happens where you both reach for the the volume knob in his car at the same time and yours hands brush, and Kurts hand is literally tingling the rest of the day. He keeps having to palm it, stretch it out, while staring at it in soft wonder. You high five him, you pull him, you even poke him, and Kurts heart is beating so happily in his chest. Those immediate seconds after you touch him, you could ask Kurt to to do literally anything for you, and he would agree in a heartbeat.
So when you place your hand on Kurt’s thigh... all hell breaks loose.
Kurt is a massive simp for you in a ‘he wants so desperately to be loved, and you’re the one person he actually cares about, please like him back’ way, and a ‘slightly pervy virgin, oh my god please let him touch your boobies, he’d actually do anything, you’re so pretty, and you smell so good, and he really really likes you, and really wants to fuck you, he’s so unbelievably horny’, way.
His whole thigh is buzzing, it feels very tingly and Kurt is very sensitive. His entire leg starts to get pins and needles, including his crotch, and his foot! He becomes extra sensitive than he already is, physically, and emotionally. Anything else from you is really going to set him off even more now.
He gets all flustered. It’s very cute actually. Also from the fact that he wants so bad to wriggle, to try and shake off the feeling of blood rushing down there and beginning to just slightly make him look bigger in his sweatpants, but if he fidgets you might move away!
You’re talking excitedly, but Kurt’s face looks... strained, to say the least. As well as the fact he’s a dark shade of red. You don’t want to uspet him by alerting him he looks off, so you ask if he wants you to keep going, talking wise, to which you get a strangled hum back. And then about halfway through your next statement, he lets out a breath, like he’d been holding it or something, panting just a little.
Your hand moves further up, literally only because you’re moving in your seat to talk to Kurt more, it was just because you were moving around, and you’re still talking eagerly. But Kurt doesn’t know whether he’s trapped in heaven or hell. He doesn’t know what to do!!! This feels so good, but the last thing he wants is to scare you away! He doesn’t want to freak you out, he doesn’t want you to leave because you think he’s weird like the rest of them do.
Maybe you’d think it’s weird he hadn’t been touched on his thigh before? Was it weird of him to be so... enraptured, by that? Would you think he was a loser for finding something that could be normal, so intimate?
Kurt gets a bit too flustered to really know how to handle this. At one point, while you’re really energetic on a sub topic, Kurt casually grabs a couch cushion right next to him, and just places it on his lap. But far up enough your hand can still stay luxuriously, and he nods as you continue.
But then, when you gently knock the back of his hand, to ask if everything’s okay, Kurt feels himself coming back. Wanting to act super cool in front of you, but also knowing you said you prefer the real Kurt, not the act he puts on. Which he tries to simmer down in front of you, even though he’s kind of just learnt to be like that in front of others. Kurt grabs your hand before you can pull it away, gently playing with it in his. His forearm leaning on his cushion, as he begins to smile, and starts giving his own opinions. Only getting more animated as you agree with him, and happily ask for more of his input in the conversation. You’re one of the only people who does that!
Kurt’s still very red, but you can tell he’s trying to flirt with you again now. His flirting is so awful, but you love it. You just haven’t made a first move yet, kind of wanting to see if, and if so, how, Kurt would make one. He keeps your hand close, even as you shuffle in place again, and it’s kind of awkward on your arm, but Kurt doesn’t let go. He’s still looking down at both your hands on his cushion, and playing with your fingers cutely, so you just move closer again, knees touching the length of his thigh.
Although if you were in his car, Lord help him. You keeping your hand on his thigh as he drives, when you two are ‘just friends’. Kurt might swerve to pull over, nearly wrecking you.
Flashes of pulling up to a gas station so he can quickly jack off in the bathroom, versus, saying he really likes how nice you are, and when you two hug and hold hands and stuff, it makes him happy you’re his friend. Or taking your chin and kissing you right there, before pushing you into his back seat and climbing on top of you, digging his hands into your plush thighs he can see through your shorts, biting them all over, before he forces your hand upwards, to feel his crotch through his sweats, pushing your hand there with his own bigger one, telling you what you did, and making you feel what you’ve done, how you should make it better, versus, explaining that he really likes you, and, even though he’s kinda nervous, haha, if you’d want to go on a date with him? He doesn’t just mean it casually. He’s really really likes you, admired you, cared for you for a long time now, and he really wants to be with you, if you’d want that too. He promises he’d be such a good boyfriend to you, if you’d take him?
But yeah, if you stroked Kurts thigh, and you were smiling up at him so comfortingly, he might physically cry. Or if you kept moving, if you sat even on Kurt’s legs, if you kept rubbing his thigh, he might cream his pants, completely on accident. Either in a sweet, or a pervy way, Kurt really loves you touching his thigh.
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Hi! I'm a fan of your fluff from AO3 and super excited to stumble onto your blog!! Everything you write is just too adorable and fluffy and HDHSHDHS!! ^^ I apologise if you've already answered this (or something similar) before, but I was wondering: do you have any headcanons for family tickling fluff for Demon Slayer's 'Butterfly Girls': Shinobu, Kanao, Aoi, Naho, Sumi, and Kiyo (and Kanae too, if you want)? I love the Butterfly Girls found family, and how close they are as sisters in the series just warms my heart. I'd love to imagine that even in spite of all the darkness in that world, they might take the time to have a more giggly, lighthearted moment in a (perhaps impromptu) family tickle fight, and I'd love to hear any headcanons you may have for that, if you have any and/or would be willing to share? Thank you and Cheers!! <3
Oh my goodness, HI! :D Thank you for the kind words, friend! I'm so sorry for the delay on this; I've gotcha covered! One of my goals recently is to write more women in my fics, so this is perfect! I've gotcha covered!
🦋 Butterfly Mansion Girlies Headcanons 🦋
Kanae Kocho
🦋: Literal sweetheart. Also a massive tickle monster when she was around. Kanae loved making her sister laugh, and tickling was one of the many tools she used to do so.
🦋: A big "scoop and tickle" kinda gal- she would call over her target and wait until they were close enough before gathering them in her arms and tickling like there was no tomorrow. She did it a lot when Shinobu was getting especially overwhelmed or Kanao was still new and adjusting to her life. She was also the only one of the Hashira prior to Giyu who could effectively tickle Sanemi.
🦋: She herself is ridiculously ticklish. Her neck and sides are especially bad. Sometimes as part of a trick, Shinobu will give her sister a hug and then proceed to tickle her ribs like no tomorrow. Kanae would always sink to the floor in bright bubbly laughter when it happened, but that always gave her a chance to tickle her sister back. They'd have tickle fights almost regularly because of it.
🦋: Big teaser- lot's of: "Aren't you adorable!"s and "Look at you laughing, you sound so happy! Tickle tickle tickle!" She made her lees feel special whenever she targeted them, giving them lots of forehead kisses and nuzzles if they were comfortable with it alongside their tickles. She leaned into lighter, more skitter like tickles instead of harsher attacks.
🦋: Post tickles always featured hugs and kisses from Kanae. She had a habit of playing with her lee's hair and telling them they were especially adorable when they were all flustered. Shinobu at the time lowkey hated it because she already felt childlike, but now that Kanae's gone, she aches for those sweet gestures. In a way- Sanemi does too.
Shinobu Kocho
🦋: A literal gremlin- pretty as a picture but will have you down and tickled in literal seconds. She's learned all of Kanae's tricks and amped them up for maximum mischief causing antics.
🦋: Contrary to popular belief, Shinobu rather enjoys tickling, both on the receiving and giving ends. Sure, if she's in a particularly scary mood she might stab you if you attempt it, but on a day to day basis she's not afraid to let loose and join the fray in tickling someone.
🦋: I've said it before and I'll say it again- my girlie's got a stupid ticklish neck that if you even graze it she'll let out the witchiest of witch cackles you'll ever hear. Anywhere else though like her lower belly/hips and she's got the prettiest laugh ever.
🦋: The first person to tickle her outside Kanae was Mitsuri. They were having a girls night and after some light teasing the Love Hashira was all: "That's it!" and attacked. She may have teared up after the first time cause it made her miss Kanae alot. Now she's a fluff fledge ler ready to take on anyone who dares challenge her!
🦋: She's the queen of using her nails when tickling. Never too hard, never too soft- just perfect pressure that drives her lee's crazy as she skitters and dances her fingers along their tickle spots. She's big on cooing at them and calling them cute like Kanae did, but Shinobu's got an extra teasy bite to her words.
Aoi Kanzaki
🦋: One of the hardest workers ever. Aoi is usually a target for relaxing tickles when she's been up most of the day taking care of patients, laundry and cooking. She sometimes forgets to quit and take a break, so the girls have to convince her to.
🦋: Her knees are terribly ticklish- even gently squeezing them will make her squeal. She also has super ticklish armpits and ribs. Whenever she's doing laundry she has to keep an eye out for the Caterpillar Girls or Inosuke- they love sneaking up on her and jabbing her when her arms are raised.
🦋: Her laugh is surprisingly soft! You'd think with such a direct personality she'd have a bold loud laugh, but it's more hushed giggles and soft happy sounds. If you go for her bad spots it will increase to a loud giggle fit but never anything shriek-leveled. Her smile is super pretty too- but if you tell her that she'll get all red and embarrassed.
🦋: Not the biggest tickler but isn't afraid to use it to her advantage. Patient being stubborn and wont take their medicine? A few tickles to the ribs or belly and their mouth is wide open. The Caterpillar Girls are extra anxious? She'll gather them up and tickle them until they're squealing and giggly. Inosuke being Inosuke? Tickles. While not much of a tease, she's more than happy to give you a few pokes here and there.
🦋: Such a kind soul after tickles. She'll bring you water and food if you're in need, help you catch your breath and sit up if you're too tired to do so. If she's in a particularly good mood she just might let you get revenge- just be ready cause she's squirmy and pretty nimble; she'll be out of your grasp in seconds and running.
Kanao Tsuyuri
🦋: Kanao has the most unexpected laugh ever. You'd think it's be super soft and quiet like her personality, but the minute you start tickling her she's literally the loudest. Shrieks and squeals- my darling girl is so ticklish!
🦋: Her legs and hips are terrible. Everywhere from the tips of her toes to the joint connecting her femur bone to her hip is feather sensitive; if you even graze her there accidentally she'll squeak. She also has ticklish palms, but those aren't so bad for her; she'll giggle a lot but it's manageable.
🦋: She's a runner, she's a track star- Kanao will BOLT at the mention of tickles. She's fairly embarrassed by how reactive she is to them and hates the idea of anyone witnessing it outside the Butterfly sisters. This usually backfires as Shinobu's incredibly fast and not at all bothered by Kanao's shrieky giggle fits (none of them are- they all find it super endearing).
🦋: When desired, Kanao can be quite the tickler! Fast fingers, killer observation skills and lots of agility- she can bring down just about anyone when push comes to shove. One time Tengen and Rengoku decided to turn their antics onto the Kamaboku squad- when they got to her she had Tengen gasping for air from how effective her tickles were. Shame Rengoku caught her though.
🦋: Super shy about the whole ticklish thing; she'll hide in her hands and try to muffle the sound as much as she can. If you keep reassuring her that it's not so bad, she'll eventually start de-clamming. Tanjiro tickles her the most outside the Butterfly sisters cause he just adores how happy she looks when smiling and laughing.
The Caterpiller Girls (Naho, Sumi, Kiyo)
Did y'all know these three aren't even related? I always assumed they were triplets-
🦋: They're all ticklish- probably the most ticklish of the entire Butterfly Estate just behind Kanao.
🦋: Naho's worst spot is her neck and ears- she also has ticklish shoulders. Her laugh is incredibly bubbly and energetic! She's the type to curl into herself and hide behind her braids when tickled.
🦋: Sumi's ticklish along her waist and belly- her ribs are fairly bad too! She's got a really soft laugh that is almost hard to hear at times cause it's so quiet. Of all the Caterpiller girls, she's the one who enjoys tickling the most, so she'll let you have your fun.
🦋: Kiyo's worst spots are her legs- like Kanao it's everywhere from hip to toes, but she's got it especially bad along her calves! The squirmiest of the bunch, you might get accidentally kicked if you tickle her.
🦋: They always have tickle fights among themselves- it's a guaranteed stress reliever and helps them sharpen their skills for when they tickle others. Collectively they are quite dangerous- ganging up on people like Tanjiro and Co. or even Rengoku. All Shinobu has to do is go "Girls, take them down, please." And they're on it! Sometimes it might backfire on her, but it's a good time all around.
Thanks for reading!
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Angel would be talking to Sarah about their show and she’s so excited that she finally caught up to her and now they can talk about everythinggggg and Harry would be sitting next to her just smiling so big listening to her be so happy and comfortable:( his fingers would hold her chin and turn her head to him quickly so he can kiss her :( and he’s so quick her lips are still moving as he takes hers in his :( and then she’s like “what” all giggly and her conversation with Sarah is forgotten just like that as she’s looking at him so sweetly and they are in their own bubble as her hands are on his cheek like yes I’m here what do you need me for :( and then after he kisses her he whispers “such an angel” petting her hair!! Sarah would be so heart eyes! with angel like “so what were we saying?” Lips red and her eyes going to Harry’s after every sentence she speaks after that :(
Wait wait wait:( like I can totally see this being a night when everyone’s over at the apartment and there’s wine and pizza and h is just being a cutie clingy and he’s planning on spending the night so he doesn’t hesitate to have a couple of glasses of wine right off the bat so he’s all loose and sweet and he can head adam and Mitch talking and hd knows he’s technically apart of that conversation but he’s so just listening to y/n and Sarah talk ab this reality show they’ve decided to binge and they’re finally caught up so there’s so much to talk ab and h is just so🥺 bc that’s his baby being so talkative and bubbly and sweet and he’s got his rosy glasses on just….he loves her so much normally but there’s something ab how in love he is when he’s tipsy so he doesn’t even think before he’s turning her head and pressing a kiss to her lips while she’s still talking and she’s all oh! Once she realizes what just happened and Sarah’s laughing a little bc ofc h would do that and y/n’s all flustered and just Sarah i— I’m sorry hes- all stuttery as if Sarah hasn’t caught them doing worse she’s just too polite to say anything so she just shakes her head and is like go on! Give him the attention he can’t live w/o I’ll wait! And she looks to h to see him already all smiley and just watching her bc she’s his cutie:( and he’s got his hand on her cheek like time to look at him now and she’s all sweet and flustered and she’s just like what?🥺 and he only kisses her again and “nothing baby just love u so much angel sosos much” and he pets her hair back and gives her one more long look before he’s putting her back in her conversation w Sarah tho this time she’s all smiling and “sorry what were we talking about?” And he’s just so 🥺🥺🥺🥺 for her
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Love Should Conquer Anger
Kai waited until their sister had fallen asleep, and then lifted the sash window in their bedroom. Being as soundless as possible, they threw their sneakers out on to the lawn before following suit. If their father caught them, Kai knew that they'd be in big trouble.
With their shoes on, Kai began to walk away from their house. It was a dark, cloudy night and what little light there was came from the evenly spaced street lights that stood along the housing developments pavements. Not that it mattered because it was a journey that Kai had made many times and they knew the way like they knew the back of their own hand.
At the intersection at the end of the road, a tall, skinny figure waited for them. Hearing Kai approaching behind them, the figure turned and issued a brief wave by way of a greeting. Sadie Holmes had been their friend since the first day of kindergarten, when she had bounded up to them, declaring them friends at first sight. It was a declaration that had stuck and despite not attending the same high schools, the pair had remained close friends ever since.
In silence, the fear of being caught still looming over them, they walked towards the local playground. It was a short walk of no more than ten minutes. Sadie slipped her arm through Kai’s as they walked, as teenage girls are known to do. It was a small act of friendship that made them feel comfortable and more relaxed in the commission of their crime.
When they entered the playground, and were safely hidden from prying eyes behind an oversized hydrangea bush, Sadie pulled a packet of cigarette papers, a pouch of loose tobacco and a baggie of weed from her jacket pocket. With deft fingers, she rolled two joints and after replacing the paraphernalia back in her pocket handed one to Kai. From her opposite pocket, she produced a lighter and offered its bright orange flame to Kai before applying it to the tip of her own joint.
Tilting their head back, Kai took a drag on their joint and exhaled a big, thick cloud of sweet, skunky smelling smoke. They sighed a contented sigh as a warm wave of fuzz came over their entire body. Their eyes felt like someone had tied cinder blocks to them. They were so heavy and the world suddenly had a soft, golden hue to it. For the next hour, the two friends sat behind the hydrangea bush, laughing at and with each other over literally nothing.
The giggling gave way to hunger. This time it was Kai who went into their pockets, producing two snickers bars. These were munched on as the two retraced their steps home. At the junction, they parted company with a giggly hug and Kai walked the rest of the way alone, still slightly buzzed.
Back in through the window they climbed. They shut it quietly and set about slipping back into their pajamas as quickly as possible. Just as they were about to get back into bed, the room door opened. Silhouetted against the hallway light stood their mother clutching a pink towel dressing gown at the neck.
“I thought it was a burglar!” she whispered. They spent a lifetime keeping their voices down, thought Kai. Because of him. Because of their father.
“It’s only me, Mom. Sorry I disturbed you. I got a leg cramp and was walking it off. It’s gone now.”
She came in to the room then to make sure that Kai was okay. Gently, she pulled the covers back over their slim body, before leaning in to give them a kiss on the forehead. Her nose wrinkled and she stopped short of Kai, pulling back to look their child in the eye. “What’s that smell that’s on you?” She took another sniff of the air. “Is that pot? ******** Bartley, have you been smoking pot in this house?”
Her voice was rising, becoming shrill. Panicking now, trying to keep her mother calm so as not to draw her fathers attention, Kai answered honestly, mostly anyway. They denied smoking in the house but the answer only made the situation worse. “Don’t. Lie. To. Me!” Her voice was still rising, and each word was punctuated by a vicious point of her finger.
In the twin bed across from theirs, Jenny began to stir. “What’s going on?” she asked sleepily. “Go back to sleep”, Kai hissed at her. “Mom and I are just talking.”
It was then that their father entered the room. “What the bloody hell is going on?” he fumed. Knowing her husband would explode if he found out that Kai had been smoking weed, their mother tried to appease him by telling him she had thought she’d heard an intruder. Kai had scared her and she raised her voice to scold them.
Everyone held their breath, praying that he’d believe the story because he was a man who never seemed to be far from violence. Kai was frightened of him because he was so unpredictable and could erupt at any moment. He had been drinking before bed and this made his temper even more volatile.
He came closer and the expression on his face changed and Kai knew they were in big trouble. “Pot is it? In my house? You think this is some kind of dive? A flop house? I’ll teach you.” He lunged forward, grabbing the front of Kai’s top and dragging them out of the bed.
“George, please now, don’t do this. There’s no need for violence. We can talk this out with ********. We can put her right without resorting to physical punishment”. Monica Bartley had a sort of strait laced decency, a sense if propriety that wasn’t shared by her husband. He shot her a withering look. His contempt. That’s what you noticed most about him. He acted like he despised the people he shared his life with.
Then he looked back at Kai. “What have you got to say for yourself? Huh? Huh?” He was pushing them, starting to enjoy himself a little bit. “What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue? You little queer bender! I’ll teach you to smoke weed in MY house!”
“Dad, I didn’t. I swear I didn’t. Not in the house. Outside. I went outside to do it.”
This was a mistake that they soon regretted. Their father’s face reddened. “You giving me lip? Do you think I care where you did it? It’s somehow better that you broke curfew, and snuck off to do drugs, girl? I am going to give you a good bloody hiding, one you won’t forget in a hurry.”
Poor Kai tried then to make a break for it, but he blocked their path. He grabbed them by the lapels of their pajamas top and began to swing them around, banging them hard against the wall and bedroom furniture. Their pens and notebooks flew off their desk as he roughly swept them past it.
“I’m sorry Dad. Please, no more.” The brute ignored Kai’s terrified pleas. They screamed in pain as they felt the palm of their father’s hand crack across the side of their face. Their bottom lip burst open on their two front teeth, and then everyone was crying. Apart from George who released Kai with a snort of scorn.
There were flecks of blood on the floral wallpaper. He ordered they be cleaned up before he went back to bed, settling himself in comfortably. Jenny was whimpering from under the covers of her bed, having dived under them when her father had become physical. Her mother had Kai’s face in her hands, pulling it this way and that, making the stinging flesh hurt even more. Kai told her through tears that everything was fine.
“You’re weak. Gutless.”, George shouted from next-door. It was a cruel and mean thing to say, considering the pain that he had already inflicted. Kai pulled away from their mother’s embrace and stumbled to the door. The kindness and concern humiliated them almost as much as their fathers violence.
They locked themself in the bathroom and assessed the damage in the mirror over the sink. After running the cold tap, they slashed their tender face with water before patting it dry. Their face pulsed with the smack their father had given them. Their bottom lip was torn and swollen. From bitter experience, they knew that the injuries would hurt for a long time. Being hit wasn’t like it looked in the movies. In real life it was amazing how much of a mess one smack could do to your face.
Their stomach suddenly heaved and they stood over the toilet and vomited. Here was another thing that violence did. Violence made you sick. Violence made you puke. Kai knew all about it. Their father had thought them.
Returning to their room, they found their mother soothing Jenny. She was still whimpering though not as badly as before. Without looking at them, Monica apologized to Kai. She hadn’t meant for this to happen. She really hadn’t and she was really very sorry. Then she stood up and left the room without another word.
Listening to Kai’s story, Amelia felt every bump, thud and smack. She felt anger that her kind, gentle partner had had to endure such abuse in their home. A place where they had a right to feel safe and protected. Whatever mistake they had made, there had been no way for George to justify his brutal assault on his teenage child. Violence was never acceptable. Violence was never a viable solution.
She looked at Kai and saw their gentle nature as a victory. It was so anathema to the cruelty they had lived with. Other people would have absorbed it, made it a part of themselves and acted it out on their own families, perpetuating the seemingly never-ending cycle of domestic abuse.
Not Kai, though. They had managed to hold the violence away, outside of themself. It was not something they ever engaged in and Amelia held no fear that they ever would. She felt proud to know that about her handsome neuroscientist.
Their dark twisty bits were bits that Amelia could identify with, having had some similar, though not as extreme experiences in her own past. Far from putting her off Kai, they attracted her to them even more.
“I am so very sorry that those things happened to you because God knows that you didn’t deserve them, my Kai,” she told them softly.
“Thank you, Shepherd. I knew I could tell you, and that you’d get it. You always do.”
“So I guess I won’t be meeting your parents anytime soon then.”
“Absolutely not. I love you too much to put you through that!” Kai quipped.
The couple ended their review of Kai’s relationship with their parents with laughter and there wasn’t a tear insight. Somehow, that felt right and fitting. Love should always conquer anger after all.
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I've been really getting a kick out of doing uQuizzes lately, and wanted to archive my results somewhere.
answers in purple denote Emiya Alter-esque responses. when I took these quizzes, I also retook them to fill out the results as if he would be filling out the quiz (yes, like an RP profile lol), and found the results to be quite striking.
what do you wish you could say?
"everyone else is more important than me.": you're deathly afraid of being selfish. you're also deathly afraid of being forgotten. all you want is to be somebody's favorite person, but that feels like a far off dream. you try and make yourself interesting so that people stick around you. it doesn't feel like that's working. you want to hang out more with your friends, but it seems like they're always busy or that they have better friends than you.
"i'm hurting and help is beyond me.": there's something going on with you mentally. you haven't told anyone because you don't want to drag them down with you. it kills you on the daily and you feel like you're falling apart, however, nobody's noticed. you feel like you should be thankful for that, but it just hurts more. you feel selfish and weak for wanting help, yet something deep and knotted beneath your diaphragm is screaming to let go of the pain and let someone else handle it for awhile.
once you're stripped clean, what's at your core?
rippling sunset: you’re the nicest person i’ll ever meet, probably. with an undying passion to protect those who can’t protect themselves, you’re energetic and bubbly to a fault. it’s cute, watching you run around trying to tie up loose ends. i feel bad for you — out of everyone you know, you probably have some of the deepest trauma, more than anyone’s aware of. this isn’t something that you want attention for at all, and you’d really just rather forget it exists at all… even then, it seems like you can never escape it. i wish you a pleasant rest of your life, full of rippling sunsets and free of prying eyes.
animal intuition: loyalty is the saint you pray to. if you ever were stabbed in the back by your beloved, you'd probably apologize. to your enemies, you're fierce. to your allies, even fiercer. you cultivate a thick inner circle built on promises and devotion, fit only for the best of the best. it's impossible for most to even begin to dissect the type of person you are, owing to your unbreakable emotional walls and confusing philosophies. dream careers? body guard, movie star, unwitting pawn. don't let people get the best of that loyalty.
What kind of mark do you leave?
In Love: You're like the romantic interest of all time! You make people fall in love with you- you're just that charming! You've got a way of going about life to where people can't help but stare and admire. You have a sparkle in your eye and a face that beams, and wherever you go, someone will definitely want to follow. You like to live life like a protagonist, but you're not stupidly pretentious about it. You're very well rounded and you don't like arguing unless it's something you REALLY have a passion for. Maybe a bit super giggly from time to time, your sense of humor is sweet and makes everyone laugh. You've got everyone wrapped around your finger- including me!
Understood: You're a good friend. A shoulder to lean on but you're no pushover; you have a way of making people feel comfortable and safe. You know what it's like to be in pain, and therefore painlessness is what you wish for everyone else. You're not a martyr though, you won't harm yourself trying to play therapist for a friend- you're just a good listener and someone who makes others feel like they've known you for the longest time, that you know exactly what to say and how to say it. You're like a warm coffee shop, an attentive teacher, someone who may not have it all figured out yourself but you're willing to sit and chat for a while, and make someone feel known and loved. You're the best kind of friend someone could have!
what jewel are your bones made of?
PEARL: you are a bit of an open wound. ⍜ the pain won’t kill you like you think it will, let yourself bear it and you’ll find you can ⍜ you might even find that the world is a lot more than your oyster. ⍜ reticent (unwillingly so), passive, introverted ⍜ resilient, generative, adaptable ⍜ you hold the ability to create and recreate the world around yourself
ONYX: reserved (by choice), decisive, self-sure and self-contained, selective, resolved, close-minded, intuitive, deliberate ⍚ opaque - my secrets are not for you ⍚ scrying - i can see more than you know ⍚ sharp - i know where to cut
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getting caught in a “compromising” position
[pairings] hyung line x reader (separate)
[genre] suggestive, fluff
[authors note] late post but happy new year💝💝💝. it’s 5am so if there’s any mistakes ignore them..
jin —
red. red cheeks. red ears. red neck. when you and jin reunited in his hotel room after spending 3 weeks apart, he tackled you onto his bed, head smushed against your chest. you didn’t mind as it was a regular habit in your relationship; it wasn’t a sign of wanting more but something he did for comfort. it was nice, to say the least. but jungkook didn’t think so. he walked into jins room, expecting him to be setting up his camera for their v live.. not him having his head buried in your chest and your soft whispers. it’s safe to say that he assumed and instinctively yelled “WHA— EURGH JIN HYUNG I- I- EW” before running out and slamming the door. jin didn’t live that down for WEEKS but it was worth it.
yoongi —
little to no shame, he knows nothing was going on so there’s no need to fret over it. you had been heavily drinking with your friends at the club. they needed this night to let loose and you were not one to miss an opportunity for free drinks and loud music. your night had been one to remember, if you even could after the number of drinks you had, and you were having the best time. but one thing was missing.. yoongi. you drunk called him, automatically doing that soft giggly voice that you knew drove him crazy. he ended up picking you up and driving you back to the supposedly empty dorms close by. guiding you into the kitchen, he sat you on the chairs and began to undo your heel straps. however from the angle that taehyung walked in from, it looked like yoongi was on his knees doing something else, especially with your incoherent murmurs and odd movements. taehyung paused, quickly walking back towards his room as yoongi groaned, not bothering to explain himself and go through further stress.
hoseok —
he panics. no real thoughts, just panic. •_•. when you jokingly joined in on hoseoks private dance practice and copied the moves you watched him rehearse for hours, he somewhat corrected your moves and you were slowly becoming a better dancer. but when you began to get tired and weakly fell to your knees, he stood in front of you, waist in line with your face as he stroked your hair. hoseok was facing the mirror and the entrance was directly facing the mirror. so when jin walked in and saw the back of your head blocking hoseoks pelvic in the reflection of the mirror, he screamed. “HOPE-AH WHAT ISNGOING ON” and in pure panic, hobi pushed your head away and sent your body to the ground. it wasn’t hard enough to hurt you but it definitely did shock you. “i-it’s not wha—” he tried to explain himself but jin was already gone, leaving you on the ground and hoseok flabbergasted.
namjoon —
depends on the time and place, if he’s tired or in need of your touch he wouldn’t have that big of a reaction. if he’s energetic or happier, he’ll probably jump away from you. you and namjoon had barely spent any time together. he was busy with.. everything and you didn’t want to stop him from doing what he loved. eventually he was given a week off and he immediately called you over, wanting to spend his resting time with you. you were at the dorms, chilling with namjoon when he pulled you onto his lap, wanting to be closer to you. he rested his forehead on yours, noses centimetres apart. this was purely for his peace; he needed a few moments to bask in the silence and your scent. but his moments were interrupted by jimins soft gasp. snapping your heads in his direction, he stood there frozen with reddened cheeks. namjoon didn’t make any effort to move, only staring at jimin with a dead stare, forcing him to swiftly spin around and walk out. namjoon groaned underneath his breath and placed his hand on your chin, returning you to your previous position.
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Impulse wasn’t a bad person. He really, really, wasn’t. He was always willing to lend a hand to anyone in need, even if it inconvenienced him. He loved his friends, with open arms and booming laughs. He was kind and giggly and just a little bit of a pushover. It was pretty easy to forget that he was a demon and not just some dude. He was harmless, truly. Truly.
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After a particularly long and time-consuming project, Pearl decided to go to the Hermitcraft Library. It was a bit of an inside joke, this library; well, to everyone but Joe. There was a small box on a stick that Joe drove into the ground at the start of every season, right at spawn. The box had a little door on it, and inside were the sparse written works of the hermits.
The hermits, while all beautifully talented with building and redstone and brains, weren’t the types to write things down all that often. Thus, the jokes about the library. Joe, if he caught even a whisper of someone writing in a book, tracked them down before they could throw it away. It was always funny to watch Joe sometimes literally chase another hermit around going on about “literary preservation”.
Despite the jokes, the little library was in a pretty spot at spawn. Joe had put it amongst some flowers, near the spawn bed. It was made of a wood so faded by weather it was impossible to tell what color it had been originally. Pearl hooked a finger under the tiny knob and opened the door. It didn’t creak at all- Joe probably lovingly oiled each hinge. Inside were a collection of books, a hodgepodge of sizes, shapes, and colors. Some were leather-bound, others were stapled papers. Some of the books had embossed titles printed on them, and others had nothing, and there were a few with words in other languages. “Bdub’s moon base blueprints” one loosely bound book read. “Barf and also penis by Rendog” was the cover of another book written in beautiful calligraphy. Pearl hummed, running her fingers over the covers carefully. She wasn’t looking for anything in particular, just a feeling.
Her finger stopped over a slim tome, made of leather dyed gold, but the gold was so faded you could hardly tell it was there. Clearly old, clearly forgotten about, Pearl figured as she plucked it out, because there were deep indents in the front and back covers from the other books pressed against it. It didn’t have a title or author.
Pearl sat down on the bed, and flipped open to the first page. “Operation Impulse Control” was written in sloppy scribbles.
“Impulse Control?” Pearl wondered out loud, tracing the word Impulse with her finger. “What?” She got more comfortable and started to read.
“Operation Impulse Control
Status: completed”
The word completed was blurry- you could see where other words had been erased before.
“Demon: Impulsesv
Status: contained
Notes: demon’s intentions unknown prior to summoning. Spoke through Tango. Summoned into Hermitcraft. Contained by Mumbo and X. Demonic power stored-”
The rest of the sentence was marked out with a thick black marker. Pearl frowned, flipping the page to see if she could see it from the backside. Nope. Whoever had taken a marker to it had marked the backside too. The next page was in a worse state. Most of it was black marker. Pearl read what she could.
“How to summon a demon into your world: by Tango”
The rest was marked out. It was pretty short though.
“How to remove malicious intent from a demon: by Mumbo and X”
The rest of the book was marked out in black.
Pearl closed the book, heart racing. She knew so little, yet so much. Impulse was a demon. Yeah, she knew that. That was obvious. She hadn’t liked him at first because of it. But the man who she knew, one of her best friends-
“Oh, you shouldn't have read that.”
Pearl looked up to see Joe Hills standing above her, trident in hand. He didn’t look upset, just thoughtfully worried.
“That’s on me. I forgot that book was in there.” He started to move, as if to take it from Pearl’s hands, but changed his mind.
“Did you mark up the book?” Pearl asked.
“Yeah.” Joe nodded. “There’s some things, Pearl, that don’t need to be known again.”
“Doesn’t that kind of defeat your philosophy of preserving written history?” Pearl asked.
“But that’s not just Keralis writing a business plan or something. That’s actually dangerous stuff right there. No one remembers it, and no one has to. Not even Impulse knows the extent of what happened. The only people that know fully what was written in that book are me, X, Mumbo, and Tango.”
“I want to know.” Pearl crossed her arms and stood up, in an attempt to intimidate. “Impulse is one of my best friends. I want to know what happened.”
“No, Pearl. I will not tell you, and that is final.” Joe looked up at her, a sober serious look on his face. “And I know you’re smart, and I know you’re young and curious, and I will always encourage that. But as a friend, as a friend of Impulse, you have to know that the man we know and love is not the man who joined this server all those years ago. The essence of his being, his real being, is one of the only secrets we have here. You don’t know what it was like to have a real, destructive demon appear here. We had to do it to save ourselves.” He paused, thinking. “You know, I shouldn’t have told you all of that.” He grabbed the book from Pearl- Pearl let it go and watched him put it back in the library, hidden behind the rest of the books.
“And Impulse? How much does he know?” Pearl asked.
“Nothing. As far as he is aware, he just joined and helped build a witch farm.” Joe closed the library door gently. “And that’s it. Right Pearl?”
Joe wasn’t particularly intimidating, but he had this air about him that bristled with intense anxiety. Joe was scared. Something deeper then a creeper explosion or dying. A protection kind of scared.
“Right.” Pearl echoed. Joe nodded once, stiffly, and flew off. Pearl looked at the library door for a long time, and after agonizing seconds of back and fourth, dug the golden book back out and took off, heart racing.
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But I Love You
epilogue of the fight and fuck series! read one, two and three here. series masterlist here.
pairing: frank castle x reader
warnings: fluffffff, tiny bit of angst, SMUT. p in v, spanking, pussy slapping, use of a belt, choking, reader on top, frank on top. actually kinda of a lot of angst i got sad at the end.
ENJOY!
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You frown softly to yourself as you clean the cuts on Frank’s stomach, the reality of Franks incident finally hitting you.
You just got done pulling out the bullet that lodged itself into his right ass cheek and as funny as it was at first, you couldn’t help but feel a little worried.
He was often bruised, punched around, cut, stabbed, bleeding. But rarely was he shot. Maybe you were overreacting- you shot him in the shoulder once before, but that was you. Only you could shoot Frank, no one else could.
Raising his brows, trying to decipher the look on your face- a deep frown set with a furrowed brow- he brings a hand up to softly graze against your arm to grab your attention, “You okay?”
“You’re bleeding out on our bathroom floor and you’re asking me if I’m okay?” You try to huff out a genuine laugh, but it comes out weak.
Bringing a hand up to your hair, he tucks a loose strand behind your ear, tilting your chin to look up at him. He observes your expression for another second, almost searching for something in particular and it seems as if he finds it- the frown lines left on your face no help with your case at all, “You look sad.”
Gah, he caught you. Looking down now, a little embarrassed and fidgeting with the utensils in hand, you just shrug and mumble, “I don’t like seeing you bruised anymore.” You finally confess, “I used to love it.”
He scoffs, jokingly offended, “Because I was in pain?” He smiles and you hum.
“Mm, that and it made you look extra sexy.”
“Extra sexy, hey?” He challenges, “So, I was already sexy?”
He tugs on your arm, bringing you impossibly closer even thought you’re quite literally already situated between his legs. You connect your lips to his, unable to properly kiss him however because of the smile that tugs at your lips.
Frank just made you all smiley and giggly, you couldn’t help it.
The kiss is very short lived as Frank grunts in your mouth, wincing and flinching underneath your touch where you’ve accidentally gotten a bit carried away and pushed on his bruised stomach.
“Oh, shit. I’m sorry, baby.” You quickly reach for the ice pack that was sitting by his thigh on the counter and press it to the large bruise. You pout up at him softly, feeling terribly guilty for causing him pain- no matter how little it was… Very ironic.
Bringing his hand up to your hair now, he just pulls your head closer to his and presses a kiss in your hair, making you smile softly. It was his way of forgiving you.
It’s silent for a second. Comfortably silent as Frank held you and you tended to his bruise.
“Wanna know a fun fact?” You ask.
You hear Frank snort a little, massaging his fingers through your hair before speaking, “Enlighten me.”
“When skin bruises, it’s because the blood vessels underneath the surface of the skin break due to the impact it receives. But since there’s no cut for the blood to come out of, it kinda just settles underneath the skin.” You tell him, mindlessly circling a few other, smaller bruises that litter his skin- ones that are much too small to hurt if you were to press down on them but you’re still cautious around them anyway.
“Smart girl.” He coos, and you can’t exactly tell if he’s mocking you or not, “Go on. Tell me more.” He nudges your hip and you blush a little. You liked feeling smart.
Thinking of more facts, you continue with a blushed smile, “And… it changes colour because the blood slowly loses oxygen. It starts off red, then purple, then blue, green and finally yellow- like a backwards rainbow kinda.”
When Frank doesn’t respond straight away, you look up at him- only to find that he’s just staring down at you with a shit eating grin on his face.
“What’s so funny?”
He shakes his head, sighing a little reminiscently, “Who would’ve thought you’d be fixing up my wounds and telling me facts about bruises?”
You roll your eyes seeing as that was what he found so funny. It was surprising- sure, but looking back, anyone could cut that sexual tension with a butter knife. Valid, though, sexual tension never really equated to fixing your wounds and telling fun facts about the human body.
“What can I say? I’m full of surprises.” You shrug, removing the now- only slightly cool ice pack from his stomach and chucking it into the sink, “Pancakes to make you feel better?” You ask, softly patting his thigh and watching him look at you the certain way you’ll never get tired of.
“God, I love you.”
Even though it was well into the night, you didn’t care. Pancakes were like cereal to you- you could eat it at anytime throughout the day, for whatever meal.
Frank was no help, only clinging to you from behind and snorting as you made silly, little pancake shapes- a love heart, a very bad star and finally mickey mouse.
Plating them up, you poured a shit ton of maple syrup on them with some whipped cream before sitting on the couch with Frank and feeding it into his mouth for him. Totally your idea, convincing him he was too injured to feed himself and that you would be honoured to do the job for him.
“Now look at me,” You hum, shovelling a small part of mickeys ear into Franks mouth, “Feeding you pancakes.”
“If someone told me that in a years time, you would be feeding mickey mouse shaped pancakes into my mouth, I probably would’ve killed them.” You roll your eyes, taking a small piece into your own mouth.
“I kinda miss when we used to hate each other.”
“Used to?” He jokes and you glare at him, despite knowing he was probably kidding, it caught you off guard and you liked to see how scared you could make him- because you did scare him when you gave him that look, “Kidding, babe.”
Sighing, you cut off another piece with the edge of the fork and bring it to Franks open mouth, “I miss the sex… the hate fucking.”
“You don’t like when I love on you?” He asks with a mouthful of food- which would have bothered you if it was anyone else- but you were too in love with him to care. That’s the same mouth that gives you orgasm after orgasm after orgasm, you should be grateful for it if anything.
“I love when you love on me.” You assure him, “The mean sex was just fun.”
Experiencing Franks more… sensual side was a day you would never forget. It was such a stark contrast to what you had initially been so used to- which was of course nothing but pure, raw, filthy hate fucking. Rather than manhandle you into the right positions, Frank moulded you to accomodate the position and his body. He went slow, but picked up the pace at all the right times and places. His words, though still dirty, were filled with much more praise.
And as much as you loved it. As much as you loved nothing more than to come home and cuddle in bed until he made the first move to begin the soft and sensual sex- you really, really missed the hate fucking.
Taking the plate of pancakes from your hand, unexpectedly, he places it onto the small coffee table in front of the couch and you look at him curiously as he then takes the fork from your hand as well. He chucks it onto the plate and before you can even scold him for being so rough with the fine china, he pulls on your arm to bring you closer, slipping a hand around your waist to flip your positions so that you’re laying beneath him on the couch.
“All you had to do was ask.” Is all he simply says before attacking your lips in a rough kiss.
You reciprocated of course, returning the kiss with your hands flying up to his hair to tug on the short strands. He groans in your mouth and you have to contain the smile that tries to etch its way into your lips. You loved how you could just control him like the rat in Ratatouillie.
Deciding that the kiss had gone on too long and too soft for your liking, you pull back a little and bring his bottom lip with you, biting it harshly.
“Ow!” He whines, pinching your side but all that does is tickle you.
“Stop going so easy on me.” You snort, fisting his shirt to demonstrate the aggression you so desperately crave.
Sighing, he dips his head to your neck and places soft kisses and small bites there, “I don’t wanna hurt you anymore.” He mumbles, almost inaudible if it weren’t for the fact that you’d basically mastered comprehending Franks mumbled language every morning.
Sweet, though it was, you wanted him to hurt you. And you knew he had it in him, so you weren’t stopping until he did, “‘Course you wouldn’t, pussy.”
His ears prick up at the sound of the insult and he pulls his head out of your neck. You just give him a raised brow and sly smile as you watch in satisfaction.
Giving you the reaction you wanted, he stands from the couch, bringing your body with him and over his shoulder as he- you can only assume- walks you to the bedroom.
As you squeal, he harshly slaps your ass and you bite your lip to contain the moan that would only get you in more trouble.
Throwing you on the bed, he claws at your booty shorts before ripping them in two. With the thong you have on, he’s given easy access to your pussy and you keen in excitement at how hungrily he looks down at you.
“You wanna get fucked nice and hard, is that what you want?” He asks, unbuckling his belt slowly, knowing how much you loved it.
The moonlight and the streetlights from below his apartment coming in through the windows at just the right angle to highlight the incredibly sexy veins that protrude out of his hand.
You squirm underneath his gaze and shrug- putting up your own act now, “Don’t count on you to give me the satisfaction.”
Pulling his belt out it’s loops in one swift motion, you almost drool as he wraps it around his hand- leaving a loop at the end.
“No?” He asks, a raised brow as he tightens off the belt around his hand. Your heart rate instantly picks up and you really have to try your hardest not to break.
“But it’s okay,” You shrug again after shaking your head, “I’ve got a couple of back up plans that I have a lot more faith in… They put a lot in me too.” Though you’ve kinda cheated and used your current relationship as a means to rile him up- you don’t care. You’re just glad it does the job.
His eyes darken at the mere thought of another man even breathing the same air as you, but you put that thought into his head.
You barely realise that you’re being flipped over because it happened so fast, your chest being shoved into the mattress and your ass being pulled up as Frank settles behind you- destroying what’s left of your shorts to give him full access to your ass.
Without warning, the leather comes down hard against your ass and you jolt under his hold and fist the sheets. Resting on the side of your head, you furrow your brows and slack your jaw as he relentlessly continues.
“I’m the only fucking one that gets to fuck you.” You manage to hear over the loud slaps of skin that seemingly occur every few seconds, “Fuckin’ slut. You think anyone else knows how?”
“I know a lot of people.” You huff- despite your ass that’s now almost ruby red… you love it.
With his free hand, he grabs a fistful of your hair from behind, pulling you up a little as he hovers over you, “You’re a fucking whore, you know that?” He curses into your ear- and you don’t even wanna know how drenched you are down there, “But you’re my whore.” Trailing the belt down your tits, you feel your nipples harden, “I’m the only one that can make you go all dumb with my dick.” You whine a little- unable to contain it any longer as he continues to glide the belt over your barely clothed cunt, “And I own this fucking pussy.”
Flipping you over one last time, again- with no warning- he brings the belt down against your cunt and you moan out loud at the contact. It didn’t hurt as much because of the small piece of fabric that still covered it- but it still stung as he ripped your top in two and shed it from you completely.
While he forcefully pulls your legs over his hips, he brings the belt against each of your tits- making them impossibly more sensitive.
You whine as his clothed dick nudges up against your heat, clenching around nothing at even the slightest contact it’s almost embarrassing. Even more so that Frank noticed.
“Awe, see?” He coos mockingly, “You desperate for my dick? Hmm?” Discarding the belt somewhere on the bed, he brings his hand down to softly play with your covered clit. You moan loudly at the friction, indeed desperate, “Little fuckin’ slut needs attention that bad?” Your toes curl as he moves your thong to the side and slides his fingers through your folds, marvelling at how soaked his finger becomes, “So fucking wet, whore.”
Unexpectedly, his hand lays a harsh smack against your clit, cussing your back to arch, “Fuck you,” You curse, gasping as he goes back to rubbing it. You can’t take anymore. Your throbbing clit evident of such.
“Fuck me?” He mocks again, slapping your cunt once more before finally going to the button and fly of his pants. As he pulls his hard, red and angry cock out of the confines of his pants, you find yourself a little scared. There’s no way it’s this easy. “You would like that, wouldn’t you?”
Harshly spreading your thighs apart, he runs the head of his cock through your folds- lathering it in a thick coat of your juices.
You both get lost as you stare down at where his cock is almost covered in white cream from where it’s leaking out of you. He pushes the head a little deeper inside you momentarily- and he tricks you by taking it out again. You grunt as he continues to do so, only fucking you with the head of his cock, “Hurry the fuck up, Frank.”
Averting his gaze down at you, he huffs, cock in hand as he stills his movements completely, “Someone’s desperate for my cock.”
You cut your eyes at him before correcting, “Unsatisfied.” You do well to hide your true emotion, smiling on the inside knowing just how well you could get him exactly where you wanted. Sure, he knew your body- but you knew him. You knew exactly how to rile him up and what it would get you in return.
You challenged him and he’s going to prove himself.
Shoving his cock fully inside you, you have to contain the gasp that lodges into your throat. Throwing your head back against the pillows, you breathe heavily as he slowly pulls out. You know how this goes- and God help you because you don’t think there will ever be a time that you get used to it.
He pushes back in almost instantly- setting a rough and hard pace- mercilessly fucking into your swollen pussy.
Grabbing his bicep, you dig your nails into the skin and smile internally at the small wince that leaves his mouth. The same arm that you grip onto comes around your neck, his large hand encasing your neck entirely- simultaneously continuing to fuck you.
Your eyes roll to the back of your head, pussy clenching at the way he so effortlessly could just kill you right now if he wanted to. That was probably the best part about the hate fucking.
“So- fucking tight.” Frank whispered, manoeuvring his hand to cup your jaw as he brought his upper half down to kiss at your neck again. He had to distract himself.
He wanted so badly to tell you he loved you, but he just knew it would ruin the moment. You don’t tell someone you love them when you’re hate fucking them.
Your hand comes to his neck, nails digging hard enough to draw blood but neither of you care.
As you grind your hips in time with his thrusts, Frank reaches for the small of your back and flips you both over so that you now straddle his hips.
Looking down at him confused, you wait for him to take charge- fucking his hips up into you like you knew he loved. But he doesn’t.
You just sit for a moment with his cock still inside you as he grasps your hand, guiding it towards his neck and once you get the hint, you wrap your hand the best you can around his neck.
He gives a curt nod which prompts you to finish what he’d started. Rolling your hips first, you sink yourself the rest of the way down- watching in delight as he so easily submits underneath you.
Both of his hands come to your ass, guiding the stroke of your hips as you familiarise yourself with control. As you set a pace, his hands become more loose, only spreading your cheeks apart to allow himself to sheathe himself any further- if that were at all possible.
Though you’re in control- you can’t help but moan more than he, your clit rubbing against his pubic bone doing wonders for your fast-approaching orgasm.
As your tits bounce in his face, he can’t help but grab a hold of one and shove it into his mouth, flicking the small bud and feeling you clench around him even tighter.
His own abdomen tightens as you slowly begin to start gushing around him as a result of the build of your release. The thrust become sloppy and the lubrication makes him dick twitch inside you.
“C’mon, pretty.” He encourages, noticing the way your hips stuttered a little and slow down in their pace as your thighs burned from the workout, “Cum on my cock.”
Frank no longer cared about the hate fucking. And neither did you in all honesty.
You just whined in response, dropping your head to connect your lips with Frank- seemingly an energy boost as you regain the pace of your hips just a little bit more as you cum around him.
He holds you up as your orgasm takes over your body, continuing to guide your hips and prolong the sensation- making you almost limp in his hold.
Your small whines and moans are music to his ears- he barely cares that he didn’t cum. But you surprise him when you keep going, clenching even harder and resting your palms against his chest.
“Are you close?” You ask, wincing a little at the overstimulation you’re forcing yourself through.
Frank hums, though his mind had been elsewhere in the past few minutes and he wasn’t as focused and close as he should be, he knew it wouldn’t be long. You had that effect on him.
“Keep going, baby, almost.” He forces himself in the right mindset now, watching his shiny, cum-coated dick disappear inside your soaking cunt, “Fuck, good girl. C’mon.” He mumbles, knowing how much those words affected you.
You clench around him and only prove his point. Feeling his balls tighten, his cock twitches twice and he knows he almost there. A lone tear slips from your eye as the overstimulation becomes to much for you so Frank slightly takes over, moving your hips with his hands at the pace he knows will get him to cum.
Your head falls in relief, Frank kissing the tear away as he moves his hips in time with yours, “Cum inside me.” You beg, “Want to feel you.. forever,” You whimper, trying your hardest to get him through as his thrusts become sloppy.
He groans a little when his dick throbs and lets out a small grunt as he spills his white, hot seed inside you. You smile softly at the warm feeling- and at the lack of overstimulation tickling your body.
Resting your head against his, you slowly lower the rest of your body as he wraps his arms around you and holds you close. Kissing his lips, you hum as you still taste the maple syrup on his tongue from the pancakes- which have probably gone cold by now.
Feeling your eyelids go heavy all of a sudden, you bring your head down to rest on his heaving chest, hearing his quick heart rate as your ear is in direct line with his big, fat heart.
As you catch your breath too, you aimlessly trace the scars that are embedded into his hard chest, frowning slightly, knowing every single one of them had caused Frank pain.
“I’m sorry.”
“What for?” You finger comes to a stop as your head shoots up, worriedly looking up at Frank and observing the guilt that’s suddenly embedded into his face.
Oh God, did you do something wrong?
“For hurting you.” He frowns and you furrow your brows and shake your head.
“Wh- Frank, you didn’t hurt me. I liked it-“ You cup his cheek, but he shakes his head.
“No, like, before. When you were still trying to kill Arnim.” He says and you scoff softly.
“You probably knocked some sense into me.” You assure him, but it does little to convince him so you drop the whole smart ass act, “It’s okay.” You peck his lip softly, “I liked it then too.”Okay- not entirely dropping the smart ass act.
He smiles momentarily before staring down at your chest, in particular the letters that still scarred your skin. It was what had caused the shift in his demeanour just before. First when he’d said he ‘owned your pussy’, then again when he had your tit in his mouth and saw the letters.
Then that led Frank to remember every other thing he did to you that he thought went too far.
You follow his line of sight to the letters on your skin and frown softly. You don’t know what had gotten into Frank, but he was overthinking it. You don’t care that he hurt you… you were used to it- and you did like it.
“I don’t like that I hurt you.” He mutters, avoiding your gaze out of pure shame- also out of respect, he didn’t deserve to even look at you after all he’d done to you- more so, said to you, “Especially that one night.”
You knew what night he was talking about. The night underneath your apartment in the empty ballet studio. You didn’t want to tell Frank that that night, he’d hurt you more with his words than any other form of harm.
Not even when he stabbed you, not even when he’d beat you bloody, not even when he carved his initials into your skin.
He didn’t need to know that. Maybe one day, but not today. You loved him now and that was all that mattered.
“I’m sorry.” He repeats and you panic when you see the glossiness of his eyes. You’ve never seen Frank cry before.
“Frank, it’s okay.” You tell him, rubbing his cheek with your thumb, “I hurt you just as much as you hurt me-“ He shakes his head in protest but you continue, “Frank, there’s no one else on this earth who I want to be with.” Your confession makes him look up at you incredulously, and you just smile, a little nervous now, “I fucking hate you… But I love you.”
He just stays looking at you for a moment- not saying a word, barely even blinking.
Until finally, “I love you.”
Letting a tear, that you didn’t even realise had gathered, fall, you immediately bring your lips to his. You feel a tear of his own fall against your thumb and even though your eyes are closed, you wipe blindly at his cheek to wipe away the tear.
It’s in that very moment that you realise, you’re going to spend the rest of your life with Frank. Where that’ll take you, whether that’ll give you a dog… a family… a house in a nice neighbourhood with nosy neighbours and a nice garden. You don’t know. But you don’t care either. For as long as Franks with you, you’re happy.
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SCREAMING CRYING I DONT WANT THIS TO END.
but i guess it’s not over because i still have like drabbles and hc’s to whip up. SEND REQUESTS.
who knows, maybe i’ll do like a epi-epilogue ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ but for now i hope u enjoyed this series- i still have the prologue to write but <3333
#frank castle#frank castle x reader#frank castle smut#frank castle x you#the punisher#the punisher x reader#the punisher smut#jon bernthal#bernthal babes#bernthalbabes#chrisevansredbelt
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