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cookies-and-chill · 2 years

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• INNOCENT KITTEN •

[part 2] [part 1] [final part]

[cat noir/adrian agreste x fem innocent reader]

[Also kinda plagg x reader]

Fandom: miraculous ladybug

° heavy nsfw °

warnings: scandalous outfit, blowjob, cum consumption, profanities, unrealistic etc.

[very long]

Characters are aged up. Very detailed writings. It might be to erotic for some readers.

♤: In which adrian agreste makes his innocent girlfriend tryout his hero costume but in the moment, forgot about an crucial information.

Note: part two is out ! :) and if you haven't read part one, i suggest that you read it first. ♡

One of the reasons adrian adored his girlfriend was because of her shy and somewhat oblivious nature. Even the way she styled herself was too adorable for him. Most of the time what (name) wore were either her normal comfy clothes or his sweatshirts and hoodie.

He had never seen her wearing revealing cloths from the time they had been dating. Even tho the temptation of seeing more of her soft skin would consume him sometimes, but he would rather see her acting all cozy.

So even when (name) was transforming into cat noir, he didn't expect much and thought that the outfit will be similar to ladynoir's.

The male heard an thump as the glowing aura slowly began die down. "Love, are you okay?" Adrian asked worried.

"Ouch- i'm fine, just lost balance" he heard the female reply causing him to sigh in relief. Thank god she didn't injure her head.

He was about to pick her up but froze as the glow completely died down, revealing his beloved.

You rubbed your bruised hip a bit to sooth the pain. You can feel an different material of cloth hugging your figure, but for some reason you felt incredibly hot. Your cheeks were covered with an red hue.

You were suddenly out breath and your mouth felt dry, you frowned and opened you mouth to take in extra oxygen that you were suddenly lacking of.

You can feel an tingling feeling between your legs. You felt your eyes water, desperately desiring for something that even you didn't know. Suddenly feeling overly sensitive in your own body.

Adrian stared at you, his suddenly forgot how to breath . You has successfully transformed into cat noir except that the costume looked nothing like his or ladynoir's.

You were clad in an sleeveless black top, it hem tugging just below your chest perfectly. The upper part of the top was made from an black translucent mesh, covering your collar bone and cleavage.

It was no use tho since adrian can see right throught it had him gwaking, but the heart cut out in the center of the top, showing the skin of your breasts had his mind malfunctioning, all the blood rushing down to his cock.

An choker with an gold bell charm adorned your neck. The choker was connected to the black top along with an gold body chain trailing down till your waist connecting to the same gold waist chain.

And ofcourse you had the classic ears and tail made out of silicon. You also had an black thigh stap with gold chain and an gold paw charm.

Adrian gulped as he felt his cock getting full with blood all because of you.

But the look one your face had an different effect on him. The blush spreaded across with your cute frown along the huffing sound you made had his cock stirring and twitching. He can feel an wet spot in his boxers soaked with his precum

Your eyes widened when you realized what kind of costume you were wearing. "A-Adrian! t-this isn't your c-costume!! What did p-plag do!?" You stammered, your cheeks turning even redder.

You had never wore such scandalous outfit! so wearing this for the first time that to in front of adrian was overwhelming.

You oddly felt that you couldn't control your own body or mouth.

Your nerves were going crazy with the unknown desire that you still haven't figured out. You looked at adrian, only to see him in a daze.

You noticed an tent in his jeans, your cat ears flickered as your cat instincts came in, forgetting about the costume.

You were curious about the tent on his panta and figured it would be an toy. You got excited at the thought of playing. So you slowly crawled towards adrain, who was sitting in the edge of your bed.

[N-Name], what did p-plagg do to the r-regular suit?" He stammered noticing your intense stare at his boner.

He was just as shocked as ypu were with the costume. Why would plagg manipulate the regular costume into something scandalous like this.

Adrain broke out of his thoughts at the call of his name and saw you slowly crawling towards him. He gulped at your actions, an deep red hue resting in his face. It was turning on him even more.

Everything you did while being in this state turns him on.

The stare you were giving his strained cock had him silently groaning. Your curious, innocent eyes strailing over his boner almost had him cum untouched.

The inch by inch you came closer, the more heaviour adrian's breathing become. you finally reached him and sat between his knees, your tail swaying and ears flickering.

You slowly raised your hand and poked his boner couple of times. Adrian choked back an moan. He was getting sensitive by all the turn on acts you did subconsciously.

"Can i play with it?". You asked as looked up at him. That's when the blonde took notice of the look in your eyes.

There were tears resting in your tear line and you were breathing heavily. But the look on your eyes...he could see the neediness and desire for something that he knew too well, and that was something you had no clue about but why were you feeling that way so suddenly? You were just a few moments ago.

He knew the look beacuse even he had felt that way too, when plagg had transformed him during his hea--.

His eyes widened when It all clicked in. Plagg was in his heat cycle! How could he forget about it!?.

Your sudden change in behavior, the costume, it all made sense now.

"That little devil.." adrian thought. Nothing can be done. He will have to help you through it and maybe have some rewards in return.

"Y-Yeah..you can p-play with it". Adrian stammered while clenching the sheets tightly into his fist. Despit giving you an approval, his nervousness was blasting through his system and you referring his dick as an plaything made his ears burn.

You felt your arm move on its own, as you unbuttoned your boyfriend's pants, grabbing the hem of his boxers and pant, you slowly began to pull it down, adrian lightly moved his hips up to help you.

Your eyes widened at the long shaft that sprung up and hit adrian's stomach. Your excitement grew more at the thought of playing with it.

Andrian was an good 5.8inches. He was well groomed and no foul ordor came from his shaft. His cock stood straight as his plump pink mushroom-shaped head shined with pre-cum covering it.

Adrian observed you reaction. He saw how your eyes shined in excitement, all ready to play with his cock.

He swallowed the lump in his throat, an small silent whimper rumbled in his vocal cords as he saw you licking your lips subconsciously. More pre-cum oozed out of his tip and ran down through his length.

You gently took ahold of his shaft and eyed it curiously. At your daze you accidentaly squeezed his cock quite tightly. This caused adrian to instinctively jerk his hip into your palm.

"Urgh~" adrian moaned out at the feeling of your warm, soft palm holding him. Your head tilted at his reaction. you can clearly see that he was out of breath.

"D-dont squeez-ze it l-love-- ahh~!". He was cut of by his own moan. you couldn't help but squeeze him one more time but slightly more tighter, amused at his reaction.

You felt something trickle down your fingers while still holding your boyfriend's cock. It was sticky and clear but one odd thing about it was that it strangely smelled delicious and sweet to you.

You unwrapped your fingers from his cock, catching adrian's attention. He saw your fingers covered with his clear slick.

Adrian's eyes widen, his balls twitched at your next move. You bought your slick covered fingers closer towards your mouth and rolled out your tongue and licked your fingers.

Instant heart appeared in your eyes and you licked your fingers clean. It was so delicious and sweet! You wanted more!.

In your subconscious, plagg chuckled at your reaction.

With your own sweet personality, you had an obsession for sweet flavored delicacies. So he had manipulated your taste buds that made adrian's slick taste sweet to you.

The kwami knew that adrian would be in an long ride just by seeing your reaction and he will gladly enjoy the show.

"Hm~! Its so tasty~ can i have more?". You moaned out at the relishing taste, your tail swinging wildly as your ears twitched.

Adrian couldn't be more shocked and turned out by your reaction. His thighs and cock trembled as his mind replayed your reaction over and over again that he missed out your question/favor.

Without waiting for his reply, you took ahold of his cock again and licked his tip, causing adrian to snap out of his thoughts and flinch at your sudden closeness to his dick.

"L-love what are d-doing?-?". He stammered as he saw how close your mouth was to his tip. He can feel your breath on his head causing it to leak more of his clear slick.

"Adrian~ you taste so sweet that its addictive~!!" You moaned and without any warning, you took his cock's head in your mouth and sucked on it.

"Hngh~! Fuck!" Adrian tighted his hold on the bedsheet and moaned out loudly at the feeling of your warm, wet mouth sucking on his sensitive head.

He can feel an pit tightening in his core as you took more of him in your mouth. Your tongue circled around the surface of his shaft.

His head felt dizzy, every time you bobbed your head he can feel the walls of your mouth tightening around him more and more.

Drool seeped out from your mouth as your eyes rolled back from the taste of his pre-cum covered cock.

Suddenly without your control, you felt your silicon tail caressing your uncovered cunt. It was then did you notice that you weren't wearing an panties.

You moaned at the sesation and sensitivity, causing vibration to travel through his shaft.

You bobbed your head and sucked his cock, while your tail teased your delicate spot. You then unexpectedly, swallowed him whole.

The tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat.

Adrian's hips jerked violently as he thrusted into your throat more deeper causing you to chock on him. Your throat'swalls tightened around him.

It was his breaking point.

Adrian huffed and threw his head back, his mouth felt dry as another groan broked out fom his throat. Some of his hair sticking to his forehead by his sweat.

"Fuck~!! Its t-too much to handle!!"

Adrian's hand flew onto your head as lightly tugged at your hair. His eyes shook as tears edged on his tear line.

His mouth opened with his tongue lolled out, drool leaking from the corner of his lips.

The knot in his core brusted, his mild toned stomach rolled as he shot his orgasm in your mouth, while muttering about how the feeling was too much.

You moaned as an hot, thick substance flooded your mouth, some of it leaking from the corner of your lips.

You gulped down his cum with an sigh. Adrian stared at your action and realised that you had unknowingly gave him an blowjob through your hunger without you realising it.

This thought and action was enough to make him hard again.

Plagg who was watching the whole thing from your subconscious knew that it was gonna be an long night.

And he couldn't wait to relish at the sweet sound of your moans and whimpers.

Note: hello! I hope you liked the post and i apologize for the long wait! Here is the reference of the costume decried in the post.

If there are any errors or mistake please inform me!!

And Thank you so much for supporting my first two-part series! I appreciate it so much♡! I hope you enjoyed it!!

I will soon publish an masterlist with some more random fics so that my blog isn't too empty lol.

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adventuresinobx · 2 years

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The Chain

Drew Starkey x fem!reader

Summary: Drew and you decide to go out on a night out, and soon you’re straddling his lap and playing with the chain on his neck. Fair to say, he’s obsessed with that.

A/N: Ok this is my first Drew smut, I hope you like it! Inspired by @starkeyobx’s idea and because she’s OBSESSED with that gold rope chain he wears.

Warnings: Some sexual tension and some smut at the end 👀

“You ready yet babe?” Drew shouted from the sitting room. You had been dating him for six months or so but you’d never been able to visit him at work and thus had never got a chance to meet his friends.

It was a big deal for you and you desperately wanted to impress them all. Drew said the boys were like brothers for him and the girls were like sisters and whilst you’d spoke to Chase and Austin sometimes on FaceTime, you’d never actually met them in person.

“Coming, coming,” you shouted frantically from the bedroom where there were clothes strewn all around the room as you desperately decided what looked best to wear. It was so messy, but you’d clean it up later - you really didn’t have any time now.

“Ok baby,” he shouted back. He was wearing a vest with your favourite green jacket over it, which he teamed with a pair of black jeans. You felt you needed to match him, so decided on a green two piece which hugged your curves perfectly. It exposed a little bit of skin; Drew was a big fan of that and it made you feel confident, which was very important when you were going into a situation that made you feel terribly nervous.

You gave yourself another look in the mirror, checking you looked OK for the 100th time today, before making your way out to the living room. Drew was sat on his phone, a smile on his face. From where you were, you could see what he was looking at, pictures of you and him. It made you melt that he had a whole album dedicated to you both; that was super cute.

“Hey, ready,” you said from where you were standing. He immediately shoved his phone down on the sofa and turned around to where he heard the voice from.

“Oh wow,” he said, looking you up and down and biting his lip. You smiled back at him, your hands smoothing over your clothes, which sent about 100 thoughts into his head. He was obsessed with you and the way you looked and he needed to get a closer look.

You started moving towards him before he had a chance to do the same to you. “What do you think then?” you asked, spinning around in front of him. He was stood in front of the sofa, his eyes fixed on yours except for those little glances he made to appreciate your body in that outfit. You looked - and felt - so confident.

“That’s -,” he paused for a moment, thinking what the best word to describe it would be. Beautiful, sexy, the nicest outfit you’d ever worn.

“It’s what?” you asked, a teasing tone to your voice as you came closer to him. You pressed your lips on his cheek, smiling into the kiss. “Tell me.”

“Beautiful,” he started, “And sexy. Really sexy.” His hands moved to your sides and he gripped there lightly. He moved his fingers over the sliver of bare skin on show and took a moment to explore the softness of your skin. His hand soon moved back to your waist and you felt him grip a little harder, his eyes scanning your body.

“You look good too,” you said, looking up through your eyelashes at him. God he was so cute - but that outfit was so sexy. You felt so turned on seeing him so dressed up. Most of the time he’d just chill in sweatpants or casual clothes so when he did dress up, he made extra effort and you had to confess - he looked good.

You moved your hands up his chest over the material, letting your fingers brush over him. You sorted out the collar on his jacket, his eyes flicking between yours and the moments your hands were making on him. He swallowed hard when your fingers brushed over his neck briefly, by “accident” of course.

“Have we got five minutes?” you asked, the tone in your voice making it very evident what you wanted. Speechless, he just nodded and you lightly pushed him, causing him to fall back on the sofa. You climbed onto him, straddling him gently and immediately taking the opportunity to grind down onto him. He breathed in deeply at the feeling, his hands moving to your sides as a way of steadying himself, and you.

You moved your hands up his chest and to his shoulders, pushing his jacket off him. You pressed your lips against his, tilting your head before you kissed down his neck and sucked on the sweet spot where there was still the remnants of an old mark you’d caused before.

“Feel good?” you asked him, hearing his breath hitch in his throat and little moans fall from his lips. He didn’t answer with words, only with a little groan. “You know what’s really sexy?” you said, thinking out loud, “This chain. When did you get it?”

He swallowed nervously, watching as your fingers made your way to his neck. You took the piece of jewellery in your hand and sighed as you felt the cool metal passing between your thumb and forefinger. He just watched on, mouth agape but his hands gripped tighter on your waist. “It’s really - hot,” you whispered, noting how he bit his lip as you played with the chain.

He usually always wore this fancy diamond looking one for his nights out, but you had a new favourite. The gold rope chain hung off his neck and perfectly matched the two rings he wore on his fingers. Something about this chain made you even more attracted to him. Not all men could pull of jewellery, but god he could.

You carefully glided your fingers over it and then lifted it a little so you could run your hands over his neck too. The sensation of the cool metal and the shivers coming from his body as you touched it like this made you push your hips down into his. A loud moan emitted from his mouth as he bucked his hips up to meet yours, his excitement clearly showing as you used one hand to reach down and palm him through his clothes.

“So good,” he said, his hands gripping hard on your hips as he rolled them up to meet yours again and again. It felt so good and you could feel the excitement building up for you too as you desperately tried to get some friction from him. It felt so good and the roughness of his grip was making you really wet.

“Take these off,” you moaned, tugging at the belt of his trousers, “And get these off me too.”

He wouldn’t need any more encouragement and soon there were clothes all over the floor and he had managed to flip you over so he was now on top of you, hovering over you as he reached down between your thighs.

He brushed his fingers over your clit a few times, spreading the wetness he’d caused all over your core so he could have an easier entrance. He rubbed your slit again, up and down a few times, before taking some of your wetness and rubbing it over his cock.

“Need you,” he moaned out, lining himself up and using his hand to control himself as he rubbed the tip over your clit a few times. You gasped at the feeling, desperate for it too and within moments he was pushing inside you.

He was slow at first, til he got in all the way. He paused for a moment, just savouring all of this and the way your walls tensed and pulsed around him. He’d do this forever if he could, and that was what he had planned to do.

“Please move,” you begged, reaching up to run your fingers over his chain and neck one more time. Without any moment of hesitation, he pulled out nearly all the way before pushing inside you. The rhythm started slow at first but soon he was thrusting into you at a fast but rhythmic speed. You couldn’t even control the moans that were coming from your mouth as you desperately pushed your hips up to take him in even further.

“Look so fucking good,” he groaned, “Taking my cock like that.” He wasn’t always like this but sometimes this more - dominating - side came out. He kept his thrusts up as he felt your walls clench around him. He knew it was only a matter of moments now.

You screamed out, grabbing onto whatever part of him you could as you rode out your high, him soon finishing too. His hot seed spurted inside you, coating your walls and making your clench your walls together, only adding to the sensation he was feeling.

“Good girl,” he said, slowing his thrusts down as you desperately clutched onto him. It all felt too good, it was too much and now suddenly the room returned to you and you realised just what had happened.

“I think we’re going to be late,” he laughed, climbing off you and looking at his watch to confirm the time was indeed past when you said you were going to meet the others. He grabbed some tissue from the side and cleaned himself off before taking a step towards the bathroom so he could get a wet cloth to help clean you up too. Before he could go too far, you called him back.

“Not a great first impression is it?” you joked, leaning up to kiss him on the lips, savouring the moment.

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charmandabear · 4 months

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Out of the (Coat) Closet

Summary

Wyll's coronation is boring, so Astarion and Rosalind look for somewhere more interesting.

Pairing: Astarion/nb!Tav

Rating: E

Word Count: 2.9k

Tags/Warnings: PwP, post-game, drunk sex, chubby Tav, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, body worship, blood drinking, named Tav

I owe my life to @zipzoomzaria for the incredible screenshot in the banner. Go follow her yesterday. I really wanted more fics with explicitly chubby Tavs! Hence this was born. I also don't see a ton of nb!Tavs, so two birds and all that.

Part 1 | Part 2 ~ Read on AO3

Rosalind shifted in their chair uncomfortably. This was maybe the third? fourth? stuffy speech of the evening. They were happy to support Wyll in his coronation as grand duke, but anyone would have a limit to how many old politicians they can listen to drone on in an evening. The ceremony itself was blessedly short and so Rosalind thought that they all could unwind and properly celebrate at the dinner afterward. But not only was Wyll not able to sit with them, dinner apparently wasn’t being served until after the speeches. Which means Rosalind was on maybe their third or fourth glass of champagne (they started timing it with the speeches halfway through the second) and had barely a bite to eat.

Rosalind glanced around at their companions, studying the rest of their reactions. Karlach and Gale were both absolutely rapt, though almost certainly for different reasons. Karlach’s eyes swam with pride for Wyll, occasionally dabbing them with a dainty white handkerchief before tucking it back into the plunging neckline of her stunning black dress. Gale, on the other hand, was hanging onto every word of the man older than Withers currently giving a speech. Trying to extract any knowledge he somehow didn’t already have from this living fossil.

Rosalind’s eyes slipped to Lae’zel and Shadowheart, sharing a quiet moment of intimacy. Shadowheart was tracing something onto her partner’s palm, and Lae’zel was watching along with eyes as wide as saucers. Rosalind loved seeing Lae’zel drop her guard like this, and Shadowheart always brought out the best in her. Shadowheart’s silver locks were styled in a chunky braid resting on her shoulder, little rings and jewels making it sparkle in the low light. Her satiny steel blue dress hung off her figure beautifully, and it contrasted with Lae’zel’s purple and burgundy dress that nearly resembled armor. A swirling silver neckline adorned with a scarlet stone came up high on Lae’zel’s neck and spilled out across her shoulders, making the shimmery violet fabric hanging from it seem delicate in comparison.

Lae’zel and Shadowheart pressed their foreheads together, and it was clear to Rosalind that they were in their own little realm.

Jaheira and Halsin were surreptitiously passing notes to one another while trying to maintain the respectable facade that they were paying attention. Rosalind knew by the way their faces were contorting that they were each trying to make the other break. They couldn’t tell which of the two druids was closer to winning, as the silk leaves adorning both of their formalwear were shaking with their suppressed laughter. Minsc, on the other hand, stared out into space, not a single thought going through that man’s head. Rosalind briefly wondered if he had learned to communicate with Boo telepathically, because they briefly heard small squeaks coming from beneath his fine leather tunic.

And then there was Astarion. Gods, Rosalind could hardly stand the sight of him, he looked so good. His midnight black tunic made of velvet and silk with gold embroidery down the front hugged his lithe chest perfectly. The high collar came up just enough for his scar to peek over the top, a scar which Rosalind had pressed many beautiful, desperate, sad kisses to. The site of his first trauma, they wanted to reclaim it for their own and turn it into a source of love and lust rather than angst and terror. He was unconsciously twirling a steak knife in his fingers and Rosalind just stared at the blade deftly moving across his knuckles. Their throat went dry as they remembered the last time they were this focused on his fingers, and Astarion’s eyes snapped up to meet with theirs. Can he read their thoughts? No, Rosalind mused, more likely their pulse quickened at the memory and he could hear the change in heartbeat. They hated that they telegraphed their lust that loudly for him. Astarion smirked mischievously.

He dropped the knife and moved his hand into his lap before sneakily reaching under the table to touch Rosalind’s leg through the thigh-high slit in their emerald green velvet dress. His touch was cold and sent a shiver up their spine. He slid his hand a little higher, playing the dirty schoolyard version of the game that still occupied Jaheira and Halsin, trying to make Rosalind break. They were completely fine at maintaining their cool until Astarion dug his fingernails into the thick flesh of their thigh. They shot him a dirty look, one that he responded to with a devilish grin that flashed just a hint of fang.

He abruptly pulled his hand away and stood, smoothing out the front of his tunic. It was clear that none of their companions paid any attention to either of them, but nevertheless he smoothly whispered in Rosalind’s ear, “Meet me in five,” his lips barely brushing the pointed tip as he moved away. He then grabbed a bottle of Baldur’s grape from the table and sauntered out of the grand hall. Rosalind squirmed in their chair again, uncomfortable for a completely new reason. They clamped their legs together tightly, trying to relieve a tiny bit of the pressure beginning to mount. They stared into space in the general direction of Elminster’s great-grandfather, counting the seconds as they ticked by.

When enough time had passed that Rosalind felt secure as to not rouse significant suspicion, they stood and quietly excused themself to no one in particular. They walked with lightly shaking legs towards where Astarion had disappeared. They exited the hall, scanning the lobby for any sign of him, when a Dragonborn that couldn’t have been more than sixteen waved them down. Slightly confused and more than a little impatient, they walked over to the teen who was all too happy to distract them from their mission. As they approached, however, Rosalind saw the telltale signs of being charmed in the boy’s eye. Astarion had become an absolute menace since learning a handful of bard spells.

“Excuse me, saer, but the dashing young man is waiting for you over there,” he gestured behind him into the room where everyone had stored their cloaks and wraps to protect them from the harsh winter wind outside. “I have very important business to take care of over there,” he added and pointed to the opposite side of the lobby. Then, without another word, the boy walked in the direction of his finger and didn’t stop until he was standing a few inches away from the far wall. Rosalind rolled their eyes and dipped into the room behind the boy’s now abandoned post.

Astarion was slouched against the wall with his collar undone and elbow resting on one bent knee. In that hand he held the bottle of wine, which sloshed a bit more than it had when he had first removed it from the table. He looked up at Rosalind with dark pupils blown wide from drunkenness and lust. They snatched the bottle from his hand and took a swig. The fine wine was smooth and rich, just the right balance of dry and sweet. Astarion held his hand out for the bottle back, but instead Rosalind grabbed it and pulled him to his feet. He swayed just a tiny bit and they could tell he was only a little tipsy; it took quite a bit for him to get sloppy drunk, and usually neither of them wanted to do anything when that happened, rare as it was.

Astarion smirked at Rosalind’s cheekiness and responded by pulling them into him, their belly squishing softly against his lean abs. He grasped at their lower back, fingers splaying into the mesh that covered their midriff. The two of them thumped softly against the wall of the small room, cutting between two fur stoles that tickled Rosalind’s bare arms. Astarion kissed them roughly, twisting one hand into their fuchsia locks, eliciting a small gasp. He used their momentary distraction to steal the bottle back and take a mouthful of the dark red liquid. It was already starting to stain his pretty mouth, and Rosalind ran a thumb over his lower lip. He dipped his chin and took their thumb into his mouth fully, sucking on it lasciviously. They moaned quietly at the sensation of his tongue working against the underside of their finger, his crimson eyes piercing theirs as he did so. They pressed their hip against his growing erection, earning a similar noise in turn.

Astarion pushed against Rosalind enough to escape from between them and the wall, and placed the bottle on the floor in the doorway. “No use in wasting perfectly good wine,” he said in a low tone, before slamming Rosalind back up against the wall, locking their wrists above their head. They whined and squirmed beneath him as he devoured their lips, the heady scent of his cologne making them dizzy. He took his other hand, the one not currently imprisoning their wrists so cruelly, and stroked the velvet sweetheart neckline of their dress, taking time to brush his thumb over where he knew their nipple was. Another embarassing sound escaped their lips and Astarion smiled against them wickedly.

“You make the most delicious noises,” he murmured into the kiss, “but we want to make sure we don’t alert the boy outside, he might eventually tire of staring at the wall.” He clearly had no intention of keeping them quiet, however, because he took that moment to slip a finger below their neckline, finding that sensitive tip hardening for him. Rosalind moaned in a higher pitch, their chest heaving as they sucked in a sharp breath. He took his hand trapping their wrists and clamped it over their mouth as he flicked their nipple with his forefinger. Their hips bucked against him, the moan coming out more muffled this time. He responded with an impish smile, clearly enjoying his torture of them.

He moved his lips to their ample breasts, kissing and licking along their cleavage. Their hands now free, they laced their fingers through his silvery curls, simultaneously trying to pull him away and push him into their tits more. He pulled down on the neckline of their dress, releasing the previously teased nipple, perky and eager for more. He slid it into his mouth, swiping his tongue back and forth over the tip. Rosalind melted into the wall and tore their eyes away from his ministrations. They dug their nails into his scalp, a simultaneous plea to stop and keep going. He pulled away from their nipple and brought his lips back up to their ear.

“I do so love hearing your stifled moans,” he breathes, “and I wonder what kind of sound you’ll make when I do this?” He uses his free hand to hike up the skirt of their dress just enough to slide a finger past their panties, pressing into their slick folds. Like a trained pet, Rosalind whimpered against Astarion’s left hand while grinding into his right.

“Gods, you’re wet,” Astarion said in a low groan, and Rosalind could feel his erection pressing against their thigh. Desperate to regain some control of the situation, they slid their hand from the back of his neck down to the growing bulge, relishing in the stuttering breath they elicited from him.

“Cheeky pup,” he hissed into their ear. He nipped the lobe lightly, sending a jolt of lightning through their entire body. “Wait ‘til I’m through with you, you’ll be begging for me to let you come.” He dropped to his knees, migrating his hands to clutching around Rosalind’s ass, and they let out a shaky breath. They knew they looked a mess, cheeks flushed from drink and lust, pink hair torn from its elegant updo and tumbling around their shoulders. They looked down at Astarion, astounded that he was able to appear as collected as he does, save a few beads of sweat beginning to form at his brow. They longed to make him look disheveled as they did.

He pulled them towards him and pressed filthy kisses to the black mesh at their midriff, receiving a strangled noise in return. While slathering their soft belly in kisses and tantalizingly gentle bites, his left hand resumed its station between their legs, pushing aside their now soaked underwear to stroke their labia. Rosalind groaned at the light touch, aching for something more substantial.

He trailed his lips down the velvet dress while continuing to tease their opening with his fingertips. They writhed in place, chasing an ounce of relief from his touch, but he seemed to anticipate every move they tried to make. He reached his target, grabbing their panties between his teeth and, looking up at them with a salacious grin, pulled the fabric down their legs. He nudged their left leg up, freeing the underwear to sit undignified on their right ankle, and rested their left knee onto his shoulder. He turned his face into their thigh, inhaling their scent deeply.

“Ah-Astarion,” they stuttered as his lips ghosted over the sensitive flesh of their inner thigh.

“Hm?” he sounded without looking at them, infuriatingly calm while they were being reduced to a puddle.

“Please,” they whined, sliding their fingers back into his windswept locks, but refraining from guiding his head anywhere specific.

“Please what?” he asked innocently, followed by gently scraping his fangs over their skin, and their moan in response was significantly less tempered. The knee that still supported their weight buckled slightly, but Astarion’s grip kept them upright. He flashed his blood-red eyes up to them and they panted, their hunger for his lips stealing their breath away.

“Bite me if it means you’ll stop being such a fucking tease,” they hissed through gritted teeth, tightening their grip in his hair in sexual frustration. He flashed a bright smile and sunk his fangs into their thigh while simultaneously dipping a finger inside them. Rosalind gasped, worried they might be torn apart by the contrasting sensations, being penetrated by him in more ways than one. They shuddered as their right leg almost fully gave out, leaving barely anything but the wall and Astarion’s shoulder to keep them from collapsing entirely. He sucked down swallows of their blood while working his fingers in and out of them, filling up both of them deliciously.

“Gods, Astarion, fuck,” Rosalind babbled through the overstimulation, the relief of his fingers interweaving with the satisfying ache of his teeth followed by the soothing sensation of his tongue along the wounds. They could feel him getting stronger as he fed on their blood, a rare pink tinge flushing his cheeks. He worked his fingers faster, building up their sounds of pleasure as he drank his fill.

Once he was satiated, he pulled back both his lips and fingers to gaze up at Rosalind, panting from the exertion. He looked a touch more unkept than before, their blood pooling on his lips and dripping down his chin lightly, hair only slightly out of place. Rosalind, on the other hand, was barely keeping themself together.

“Well, I think you’ve suffered enough, don’t you?” he hummed, looking up at their entirely bedraggled appearance. They didn’t even trust themself to speak, they just nodded as a whimper escaped their lips.

“That’s a good pet,” he breathed and dove in to lick a thick stripe up their labia, and Rosalind grasped for purchase on the nearby cloaks, a loud moan tearing itself from their throat. With their leg hanging off his shoulder, he had all the access he needed to properly eat them out. He alternated between dragging his tongue lazily along their folds and teasing flicks of their swollen clit with the tip.

“Astarion, gods, please don’t stop,” they panted, their orgasm slowly starting to build. They rolled their hips against his tongue, trying to refrain from fucking his face and failing miserably. He pushed in deeper with his tongue and their hands went into their own hair, twisting and writhing from the overwhelming feeling.

“Fuck, Astarion, I’m close, keep going,” they babbled, and he took the invitation to maintain a steadier speed as he lapped at their clit. Their moans grew louder and less restrained as they began to reach the crest.

The two of them were so lost in one another that they didn’t even realize when a hulking, muscled figure filled the doorway. Halsin, simply on his way to pick up his cloak, stood frozen in the liminal space, unsure what to do. Rosalind suddenly made eye contact with him and, before they realized what was happening, crashed over the edge with a cry. Astarion, still completely oblivious, continued to suck and kiss their pussy through their throbbing orgasm, cleaning up any last remnants of arousal.

Once Rosalind had resurfaced on the other side of their climax, feelings of horror and embarrassment started to creep in. They quickly pulled their leg off Astarion’s shoulder, hastily shoving a tit back in their dress and trying to smooth out their hair. In the same instant, Astarion whipped around to see their unexpected visitor as Halsin jumped like a startled deer, knocking over the bottle of wine in the process. The blood-red liquid pooled on the carpet as the three elves stared at each other in stunned silence.

Astarion recovered first and got to his feet, delicately wiping Rosalind from his lips. “If you wanted to join, Halsin, you needed only to say something,” he said cooly, but Rosalind could tell he was embarrassed. Halsin coughed, turned away, then turned back with a hazy look in his eyes.

“Well, if you’re looking for a third…”

#astarion #astarion fanfic #astarion fic #astarion smut #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #baldurs gate astarion #baldurs gate fanfiction #astarion ancunin #astarion bg3 #astarion baldurs gate #baldur's gate astarion

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bambisnc · 2 months

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♥♥♥ pairing : na jaemin x reader hehehehehehe genre : suggestive except i can't really write suggestive that well (YET) so mixed w angst ish cw/tw : unedited + swearing + reader is in a dress and has hair long enough to be tied up to show their pretty af neck + jaem and reader r trying to play some kinda mind games or osemthing idrfk man + lmk if there r some that i missed bc i have my language exam day after tomorrow and i need to study CRIES wc : 0.8k ish ... notes : def suggest listening to it w the osng in the bg!! ♥♥♥ mm okay so attention by charlie puth + ex situationship!jaemin

under the hazy blue and violet lights of some party, you’d be damned if you knew whose it was, you notice him surrounded by people. obviously you won't even think of going over to him, no, you have a better plan

so you bide your time, make sure to position your figure - swathed in a gorgeous dress, perfectly equal amounts of ethereal and alluring - in such a way that he wouldn't see you immediately, no god you'd rather him have a little bit of internal debating, mind filled with thoughts of you

then!! when his eyes finally catch a glimpse of you somewhere in the corner of his view he all but completely drops his conversation with the girl he'd been talking to, yearning somewhat subconsciously for a proper glance

and boy oh boy when he finally gets the opportunity to absolutely devour you with his eyes - flickering ruby hues illuminating your figure, as you throw your head back, laughing in that utterly perfect way of yours at something someone said..

he isn't really bothered that you've apparently shown up with someone to be honest, you don't really have a relationship which warrants him having any feelings like that, not anymore

but he can't help but feel extremely concerned at the way he is immediately flooded with images of you - of your playful eyes, of your exposed neck when you tie up your hair, of how your nose wrinkled slightly when you cringed at something and your lips, oh god those lips

I know that dress is karma, perfume regret You got me thinking 'bout when you were mine

so you really can't blame him when he walks towards you.. only to go right past and making his way to the roof

and you hate to be predictable but you really can't help making up some story, excusing yourself from the person you were with - name and face forgotten with practiced ease - as you follow behind

the chill air hits you as you seek the railing, attempting to look for him without making it obvious, but you barely have any time to process it before you feel a warmth, a very familiar warmth enveloping your figure

turn around with as much nonchalance as you can muster, which proves to be rather challenging because of how your heart seems to exalt with sheer joy it's obviously due to the success of your plan, due to you winning right? and see jaemin. looking just as in-place and confident as ever as he smiles at you

as if he's forgotten all that happened between you two. forgotten all the hugs, the hand-holding, the sleepovers which lead to certain experiments, somehow always ending with kisses placed at the corner of your lips till one day you decided you wanted more and pulled his collar, yanking his lips to meet yours in a passionate exchange

this is your game though. you've basically already won so you refuse to give up now in the face of the perilous adversity that is jaemin, when he’s decided to take up your challenge

so you indulge his mindless conversation, all the while subtly trailing your hand up his chest to its rightful place at the base of his neck as both of his own simply ensure your place between his figure and the railing, almost as if he's scared you'll suddenly run away you'd never, how could you?

pulling him closer with a deceptively slow pace, as if you're only just now noticing his oh so kissable lips. allowing yourself to miss a couple opportunities of making witty remarks at his words to make it seem as if you're lost in his vibrant, obsidian-like eyes and you could've sworn you saw the moon in them.. and.. wasn't it particularly beautiful then? as if his own beauty graciously rubbed off on the celestial entity

he takes the hint, finally, and without a single word, indulges you with a peck, lips meeting yours gently, softly. he breaks away rather quickly, much to your disappointment leading him to tell you to "use words to say what you want princess, y'know 'm not a mind reader"

"need you jaem," you find yourself complying, the promise of having him completely rendering your thinking capacity useless "need you to kiss me please"

and that's all he needs to dive in again, one hand gripping your waist and the other tilting your face upwards to meet his

the faint music of the party still rings in your ears, as your own arms clutch at his shoulders tighter, wanting to be closer, closer to him.

having to push him away, albeit unwillingly – because it feels so so painful to break apart from his soft, familiar embrace when for ages this is all that has consumed your thinking – when your breath fails you, a string of saliva stretching between your now slightly swollen lips; you gasp at the feeling of him placing feather-like kisses against your neck - not as a means to comfort, but to tease you, to rile you up further.. you attempt to distract yourself from how all your nerves seem to be on fire and yet are craving for more and more of his heat but your brain is only able to to take you back when you’d me jaemin for the first time, so blissfully unaware of how your entire soul would soon devote itself to him but due to your mind being afraid of “complications” would lead to a war within you, between your head and your heart

then a rather harsh bite right below your jaw jolts you back from your reverie, as if he knew your thoughts were wandering. that's definitely going to leave a mark

And now I'm all up on ya, what you expect? But you're not coming home with me tonight

the only half-coherent thought in jaemin’s head on the other hand, is : fuck this, there's no way you're not going home with him ♥♥♥

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my-soupy-brain · 9 months

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ted let me play with your chest hair,,,!!! unbutton your shirts halfway!!!!! I’m feral for the chest hair

Oh god, me too. I'm absolutely rabid for that chest and tummy. I can't handle it. I CANNOT HANDLE IT. So let's see just how insane I go while writing this. If it turns into gibberish, you'll know it broke me, lol Let's gooo!

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Relationship: Ted Lasso x reader

Warnings: Oh, probably smut. Going in blind.

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When you lay in bed with Ted, snuggled up after a long day, you can't help when your hand drifts to the v-neck of his t-shirt and runs under the seam.

Along his collarbone, against his chest hair.

The first time you did it, he giggled at how it felt. He wasn't used to someone liking that. You purred in his ear.

Now when you do it, he doesn't giggle but he's still amazed by it. He knows when you do that, that you're feeling amorous.

...

A few weeks later you're getting ready for a gala that Rebecca is hosting for charity, and he's walking around the bedroom getting ready, not even an undershirt yet.

You approach him from behind to hug him, your hands running up his broad chest and tickling through the hair there. He grabs your hands and turns his head to kiss your cheek.

"What'cha doin' there, sugar?" he asks playfully, your fingernails scratching through it.

"I just love to touch you..." you murmur, kissing his shoulder.

"Mmm...we'll have to revisit that after the gala, hm?" he says sensually, turning so you're in his arms and he can nibble your neck.

...

You're both up and getting ready in the morning, and it's a warm one so he's sticking with a single-layer polo today.

The collar is open, buttons undone, and your eyes turn into hearts like a goddamn cartoon when you can see his chest hair from the open V of his neck.

You take a few wide steps into his arms and pull him in for a deep kiss, taking him by surprise. His hands hold your waist as he moans, feeling your tongue meet his.

Your hand drifts down his shoulder to the neck of his shirt, where your fingers tickle under the collar.

He watches your cheeks blush while you do this and kisses your neck and holds you close.

"Never knew it made ya so crazy," he murmurs to your skin, his soft lips and mustache tickling along the column of your throat.

"Mmm... my favorite," you reply softly.

...

And later, in the shower, he's got you pushed against the tiled wall and your leg hitched around his hip while he finally gets to show you how much he appreciates all your praise...

Your hands get to travel his chest under the warm water, running up and down the soft curls.

His lips against yours, his hand holding your thigh and the other grasping your waist... and your hands just touching those sunkissed freckled shoulders and that perfectly beautiful, masculine chest.

It doesn't take long for you to fall apart, clenching down on him, moaning his name and lewd things into his ear. His breath is hot on your neck, against your lips, when he follows right behind you.

When you put your leg back on the floor, you lean against him and kiss the water from his neck, smelling the woody soap he likes to use.

Your fingers again journey up his chest, through the wet hair, and to his neck, to his face, which you hold and kiss gently, his mustache tickling your lips.

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OK, OK. I held it together. Mmm. God. That man's chest will surely be the death of me someday. I can't handle it. Thank you for sharing in this spiral, my friend. And thanks for the prompt!

#ted lasso x reader #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso smut #ted lasso chest worship #I AM HERE FOR THIS MANS CHEST AND TUM ALL DAY EVERY DAY

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inkblot22 · 1 year

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All This Over A Notebook II

You might notice that the warning font is bigger this time. I don't want anyone who doesn't want to read this to read it. I tried to do a gn reader, I hope I did okay.

TW because this is DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT. Noncon, choking, violence, vomit, captivity, cursing, biting, nudity, reader has hair, disassociation, cursing, violent language if you squint, Floyd and Jade because they freak me out and I'm sure I'm not the only one. All characters have been aged up 18+

Part One Here!

You were going to die tonight. That’s all you could think. Floyd hadn’t done anything but touch your shoulder, but in your mind's eye you imagined him gnawing on your bones.

He straightened his back and ruffled your hair, “Don’t act so scared.”

Being stuck in a room with Floyd was like being locked in a tiger’s cage. Sure, he might not eat you, but your life was still in danger. It would make sense that your split-second response was to rip away from Floyd’s touch so you could start pounding at the door again, screaming at Jade for locking you in here.

“You’re a fucking asshole, Jade!” You wailed, “This isn’t funny!”

“Shrimpy.” Floyd’s voice sent a horrible chill down your spine. It was perfectly calm, completely level compared to your loud screeching.

You couldn’t bear turning around. Not when you hadn’t heard him move, not when you could almost, just maybe hear Jade on the other side of the door. You tried the doorknob again in pure desperation, your breathing labored.

“Shrimpy, I already told you. You can leave when we’re done here.” Floyd said.

You turned around, anger overtaking your fear, “What the hell are you talking about?”

He smiled, which broke into a wide grin as he giggled. That wasn’t reassuring, not in the least. You let go of the door, turning around and slumping against it. You sent a final desperate message to Jade, one last shot to try and get him to come back.

“i swear to god if you dont unlock this door i'm gonna kill you”

He read the message immediately but didn’t respond. Your heart crawled into your throat and you made this weird choking squeal noise. Floyd looked entirely unimpressed.

“I’m bored, waiting for you to stop freaking out.” He whined, squatting down in front of you.

It felt like the world was in slow motion. As soon as Floyd’s eyes were level with yours, you lashed out like a scared animal.

If you had asked yourself last week what your greatest regret was, it would be not taking that deal that Sam had offered you on tuna. If you’d asked yourself what your greatest regret was two weeks ago, it would be not badgering Crowley about finding your way home. If you asked yourself what your greatest regret was today, it would be hitting Floyd.

As soon as he registered what had happened, which didn’t take very long, he yanked you by your collar, sprawling you out on the floor. As you tried to recover, his hands were around your neck, barely applying pressure. It was more to scare you than anything else, you were sure.

He was grinning, straddling your chest and bearing down until you gasped for air, clawing at his arms and wrists. When he finally let go, you turned to your side as much as you could, coughing muttered curses of his family name under your breath.

“You know, Shrimpy…” Floyd began, fingers fidgeting with the collar of your shirt, “I get the feeling you don’t like me too much.”

You sucked in a breath and twisted your body so you could swing at him again. He caught your fist and slammed your wrist into the shiny tile. You cried out, hugging your other arm close before you desperately tried to pry his hand from your arm.

Your voice was high, way less calm and angry than you would have preferred, “Get your sweaty ass off of me, Floyd!”

“Sweaty?” Floyd giggled, wiggling backwards so he was straddling your hips, “I just got out of the shower.”

“This isn’t a joke! Get off me!”

You wished he had responded to that. You’d take anything over him pulling you by your arms so your head hit his shoulder, anything to keep him from pressing his lips against your ear and laughing louder when you flinched away.

“You’re funny.” He purred.

When you woke up this morning, you hadn’t thought once of being trapped in this room with Floyd. It never crossed your mind in the realm of possibilities, and if you had anything to say about it, you weren’t going to be in here much longer.

Floyd leaned back as you aimed to headbutt him. Your next best bet was just thrashing, lashing out with your knees and feet and elbows, and for a second, it worked. Floyd let go of your arms and moved off of you, watching calmly as you scrambled back and went back to the door, like someone suffering from insanity.

Somewhere deep down, you knew that you weren’t getting out of here anytime soon. Subconsciously, you knew your actions were futile, that for all the banging on the door, Jade, Azul, whoever, none of them were coming to save you. You had been thrown to the lions.

Floyd crowded you against the door, your bag plopping besides your foot. Floyd’s thumbs hooked in your waistband of both your pants and underwear. You shuddered out a scream and banged against the door faster, harder. Maybe, your fist would go through the door, and you’d be able to open the door from that side.

You screamed louder when something pressed against your entrance. Just as you began to turn to smack him away or kick him where he was the most tender, he grabbed your head and slammed it against the door.

“Don’t turn around.” He mumbled, “You’re not gonna like what you see.”

“Don’t- Floyd, stop it! Stop!” You swung your arms back, hoping to knock him off balance.

You did strike him, once. In the ribs, probably. Something bony, something broad. Unfortunately, this was Floyd you were dealing with, so he didn’t even flinch. No, instead he looped the hand already on your head through your hair and pushed his hips into your ass.

You realized, possibly a little belatedly, that the noise you were suddenly hearing was coming from you. It sounded like it was coming from some kind of creature from the depths of hell, something crawling up from the depths and begging for mercy. Your legs felt weak, and you could hear the door thumping against the frame as Floyd pistoned against you.

His breathing was low and heavy, every few breaths punctuated with breathy snickering, just soft enough that you could mistake them for something else. You felt his lips against your sweaty temple, trailing down to the side of your neck and your shoulder.

Your fingernails scraped uselessly against the door as he violated you. You were past begging for help, begging for him to stop, to get away from you. You just had to wait for this torture to end.

The pain was intense and hyperfocused around the ring of muscle that Floyd had battered past. Every time he moved it sparked up again, doubling over itself. Your screaming petered into hollow sobbing.

Your legs gave out from under you, but the last person you wanted to catch you grabbed you securely around the waist, his body still beating against yours. You were going to be sick. The obscene slapping, the slick squishing, the smell of it all, it made your head spin. You gagged around a sob.

“O-kay, Shrimpy,” Floyd mumbled. “Here it comes.”

Floyd kissed your ear again and dipped his head into your shoulder. You let out an even louder scream, which you hadn’t realized you were capable of, when his teeth latched into the skin of your shoulder.

Your legs kicked helplessly as he pressed closer, the slick skin sticking together between the two of you. You were sobbing, desperate for freedom.

You were granted your freedom, more or less. Floyd let you down onto the floor a lot more gently than you expected. You slumped to your knees, and for a moment, it was like you felt yourself separate from your body. You saw yourself, crying with your chest against the door and your pants around your ankles, and Floyd standing over you, staring down at you like you were a very interesting insect or something he had just dissected.

When your consciousness snapped back into your body, you sluggishly rolled over, tugging up your pants and hugging the wall to stand back up before you grabbed your bag. Floyd was still staring at you, toothy smirk widening. You looked away before you saw his eyes.

You cowered away from him as he approached the door, not even bothering to pull his pants up.

He rapped on the door once, “Jade, Shrimpy wants to go home now.”

The lock clicked and you threw open the door, storming past Jade and beginning the long walk home. Grim was asleep when you got in, his homework unfinished. You didn’t care about that, he was comfortable or whatever. Hoping that all of that was worth something, anything, you ripped open your backpack to see your notebook and a shiny bundle of thaumarks in front of your notebook.

You threw up.

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jhypeach · 2 years

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Hellooo I'm not sure if you're taking requests, but if you are can you please write something inspired by wayv's after midnight with Jeno? it's basically about intimate and deep sexy times after midnight lol

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pairing: jeno x fem reader warnings: fingering, thigh grinding, bathtub sex hii sorry it took me while to post. but no worries guys i can now write for you requests as school's about to be done ^-^

It was past midnight when you came home from a gathering. Although you were tired, you still undressed and went to the shower to have a relaxing bath for yourself. With the warm water and the fragrant scent from your scented candle, it made you doze off to sleep easily.

Lying there in the tub, naked, with the jazz music playing in your background, it was just a very tiring day for you and this is something you and your body are looking for. With your very busy schedule, you weren’t able to meet your boyfriend either. But well, you are both busy with your own things anyway.

You woke up from your nap when a plump lip landed on your forehead. You opened your eyes and Jeno, with a bouquet, smiled at you and greeted you. "Happy Anniversary," he said, as he kissed your lips. You didn’t kiss back as you remember what today is already. "Oh my god!" you said, with your arm placed on his shoulder blades.

"Happy 3rd Anniversary, babe," you said as you cutely smiled at him and slowly closed the gap between you, settling your lips on his as it was made perfect for each other.

Jeno deepened the kiss as he put down the bouquet he’d been holding and cupped your face. He angled his lips for better access. He unlatched your lips with his tongue, and you let his tongue explore your mouth. You bit his lower lip as the kissing already delighted you. Your hand then takes his black turtle neck top off, which perfectly hugs his body figure, interrupting your kiss.

He stood up to unbuckle his belt and discard his pants and boxers. He then joined you in the bathtub.

You settled on top of him as you continued your make-out session. "Aren't you tired?" he asked as he sucked your neck and kneaded your breast. "Mmm," you moaned to the sensation and began grinding on his abdomen. "N-not any... more," you struggled to form a sentence as Jeno kissed your body hungrily and massaged your boobs like a stress ball.

Your nails were digging into his shoulder blades when his fingers found your aching cunt. He started playing with your sensitive clit as he continued sucking your neck and collar bones. Without warning, he pushed his finger inside you so that it made you let out a gasp and you clenched around his finger. You can feel Jeno smiling while he’s licking your shoulders.

He then slowly moved his finger inside you as his kisses went back to your neck and jaw. You tilt your head to give him better access. His fingers are doing miracles down there, and it drives you crazy already, biting your lower lip as he somehow hits a spot inside you.

Seeing your reaction, he added another finger inside you and started pushing faster and deeper. You couldn’t control your reactions anymore and it made you moan louder than earlier. He smirked and kissed your lips to distract you. He could feel your stifled moans between your lips.

"En-enter me already," you said between kisses with your eyes closed. "For a while, baby," Jeno replied and thrust his finger faster before removing it and bringing it close to his mouth, licking his index and middle fingers, which were covered with your wetness. "Delicious," he said with a smile plastered on his face.

You rolled your eyes at his comment. You then made your way to his tip, slowly lowering yourself, feeling every inch of his cock. "god, so big," you say when he’s finally inside you. Jeno held your hips as he guided you at the pace you’d go at, slowly but deep. You kissed his jaw as his grip on your hips tightened when you clenched around his cock. "Fuck," he cursed under his breath.

He then made you ride him faster, digging your fingers into his back and moaning as you clenched around his cock. "Close?" he asked, and you nodded. One more thrust and you're out. Jeno’s grip tightens again as he releases not long after you.

You catch your breath as you buried your face in the crook of his neck and hugged his waist. You kissed his collar bone and whispered, "Happy Anniversary." Even though you couldn’t see his face, he smiled and kissed your temple, then your earlobes. "Marry me," he whispered in your ear too.

You were taken aback and looked at him with wide eyes. He chuckled at your cute reaction as he fished for something on the floor near where the bouquet was placed. He brought the small blue velvet jewelry box between you two and opened it.

There, was placed the tear-shaped diamond ring inside. "Marry me," he said again. Tears then streamed down your face as feelings overwhelmed you. His other hand stroked your waist up and down to soothe you. You pecked his lips as you cried, and again, and again, and again, which made Jeno laugh at your antics. "Hey, I’m asking you."

"Yes! Of course," you replied and smiled. He then slipped the diamond ring on your ring finger and kissed your lips again, "I love you."

#jeno smut #nct x reader #nct #nct jeno #nct dream #jeno hard hours #jeno lee scenario #jeno fanfic #lee jeno #jeno #kpop smut #smut #nct smut #nct dream smut

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dumbbitchenergy17 · 1 year

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Mimic Chapter 33

Life seems to be going well in U.A. until one unexpected meeting brings unwanted memories and people.

Words- 6096

Izuku Midoriya x Reader

Warnings: Fluff and cute shit at the beginning, injuries/violence, angst, battles, TW: PTSD & POLICE BRUTALITY

It was a weird request you received from your doctor the next morning. You had woken up beside Midoriya the two of you tangled in a pile of arms and legs you had been content staying right there but a voicemail came through your phone. It was your doctor saying she had news to tell you regarding your quirk and to meet her at this building which was a restaurant. You were confused why you wouldn’t meet at the hospital but all the way in Kyushu which was a journey from Musutafu. While you were skeptical about it, it wasn’t until you received a pass from the school allowing you to leave campus that you assumed it was approved.

You were fixing your hair in the mirror and Midoriya was laying in your bed scrolling through his phone, “You sure you don’t want me coming with you…?” He asks and you look through the mirror at him shaking your head.

“I’ll be alright, I’m a tough girl.” You smile flexing your arm and he laughs. While your strength had been returning with the training you had restarted with Aizawa. The old you would have groaned in pain remembering the long hours running through the same exercises until your legs felt like jello. On the first few days, you were like that but it was easy getting back into the rhythm and although you didn’t have your quirk you held your own. The only people that knew about your lack of a quirk were Mr. Aizawa, All Might, your doctors, the school, and Midoriya. You told him one day and while he was surprised he handled it well.

“We’ll get through this,” He had said holding your hands and looking at your nervous face having revealed your secret, “I’ll still be with you quirk or none at all.”

He pushes himself from the bed wrapping his arms around you into a hug your head resting on his shoulder. “Okay, I’ll miss you..” He presses a kiss to your cheek and you smile pushing the hair away from his face the still sleepy look on his face.

“I’ll miss you too. The hero ranking is today how about you tell me everything when I get back hmm?” You say and he nods his hand cups your face pressing your lips to his. You smile eagerly responding pulling him closer and the two of you stumble back to your bed you falling and pulling him with you. You two laugh between kisses.

“I…have to…go…Izuku!” You mumble to kisses as he whines putting more of his weight on you and pinning you to the bed.

“Nope, I’m not allowing you.” He says burying his face into your neck pressing little kisses there as you comb through his hair before using it to pull him up to look at you. Pressing a solid kiss to his lips before pulling back.

“I’ll be back.” You say and he groans sitting up. You smile getting up as well and grabbing your phone and wallet and heading towards the door. A hand snatches out spinning you back and you connect with Midoriya his mouth molding perfectly against yours.

“Y/NNN WAKE UP YOU WON’T BELIEVE THI- OH MY GOD!” You don’t have time for the two of you to pull away as the door to your room swings open and piles in Mina, Kirishima, Kaminari, and Sero. The two of you quickly pull away standing far away from each other but the damage had already been done.

“Oh myyyy god!” Mina screams tackling you to your bed while the boys bombard Midoriya, “You little bitch how long have you two been like this!” She shakes you and you laugh trying to push her off you.

“Mina check out her neck!” Sero yells out as Kirishima shakes Midoriya congratulating the boy but at the same time threatening him to not do anything unmanly.

“Mina DON’T!” You don’t get time to defend yourself as she grabs the collar of your shirt pulling it down and shrieking in glee.

“BITCH! You two getting freaky! You two fu-” You cover her mouth sitting up,

“Alright, everyone out and not a word about this.” You say looking at the three of them when you pause looking around, “Wasn’t Kaminari here..?”

“MIDORIYA AND L/N ARE HOOKING UP!! OH MY FUCKING GOD!!” You hear Kaminari's faint voice as he runs through the halls alerting everyone. Both you and Midoriya make eye contact the same thing running through your head. You would never hear the end of this.

You had managed to escape the dorm, having to push your way through the commotion of your classmates as they tried learning details about your guys’ relationships. They were mainly friendly with the lewd comment from one grape-headed boy but he was quickly silenced. Finally getting outside you close the doors behind you letting out the air you were holding in relaxing.

“It’s gonna be worse once the teachers find out.” You could already picture Present Mic’s loud squeals and Midnight’s teasing, and don’t even get started with when Aizawa finds out.

“Yeah probably,” Midoriya says fixing his hair trying to calm his flustered expression, he had been equally bombarded by both the boys and girls threatening all sorts of things if they hurt you.

Looking at the time on your phone you curse out, “Crap I gotta go if I ever want to make it.” You shove your phone into your pocket and look at the male, “I’ll text you when I get there.” He nods his hands in his pocket rocking on his heels. You look around to make sure no one was looking before you peck his lips and he smiles.

“THEY KISSED!” You hear Hagakure scream out and you two completely forgot about the windows by the door and there most of your class pressed up against the glass watching your interaction. Flipping them off you glare at them and Midoriya smiles and his hand cups your face pressing a longer kiss and you melt into it ignore to squeals and hollers through the dorm. Pulling away you press your head against his.

“I’ll see you later.” He whispers and you nod and you step heading down the pathway looking back and you throw him a small wave and he waves back a cheesy grin on his face.

You had thankful made it to Kyushu looking up at the building and to the address written down in your notes. This was the right place. Entering the building selecting the 15 button on the elevator where you meet a hostess and giving your doctor’s name you’re quickly led to a private room away from the main restaurant.

“I’m sorry but our system is mixed up and double booked our private room I hope you don’t mind sharing.” The hostess apologizes and you tell her it’s alright as the door opens and you are brought to your table looking at the other table that already seemed prepared with food as if the people already knew what they wanted. Sitting at your table you look down at your phone you surprisingly got here earlier than the designated time so you would only have to wait a little bit. Scrolling through your phone the door opens and you hear the hostess lead more people inside.

“Enjoy your meal gentlemen,” She says.

“Oh, we will thank you.” You hear a voice say and you couldn’t help but know it from somewhere but since your back was to the two of them it would be more awkward turning around and see who it was.

The two men eat their food in relative silence and your server comes by and you place your order. It had now been a little past the meeting time but maybe she was running late. Taking a sip from your water you can’t help but overhear their conversation.

“That’s what they’ll tell you, yeah..it’s just not in your character. Oh. Are you gonna finish that?” The mysterious man says and you hear the other man scoff.

“You glutton. Go on. Eat your fill.” You freeze hearing Endeavor’s voice. How did you not notice it was him? Now noticing the heat of his flames warming the room. But you still couldn’t pick out that other voice. It had to be another hero or someone of importance to be seen with Endeavor.

“That’s how I am. When I want something, I go for it. Like after the sports festival, when I tried scouting your boy. The son of the number two would’ve been a nice feather in my cap. But I’m glad it was Tsukuyomi who came to me. Since little Shoto tarnished his rep by failing his licensing exam.” The man speaks and it hits you. Tokoyami had gained a work-study with the next top hero…Pro-Hero Hawks, the Number Two hero. You were sitting in a room with the top two heroes and they didn’t even realize who you were in the room with them. With the colder weather, you had a jacket and a hat making most of your hair covered up hiding the distinguishing feature.

“You’re no U.A. alum, but you sure stay informed.” Endeavor grumbles and the temperature in the room grows a few degrees hotter.

“I keep my eyes and ears open,” Hawks says,

“Cut the crap. Why’d you really drag me down to Kyushu? Get to the point already. The rumors? Those Nomu-” Endeavors says but Hawks clears his throat and you can feel their stares digging into your back.

“The problem we faced was we collected most of them from Kamino but we don’t know if there are more.” Endeavor speaks rephrasing the Nomus. There are still more out there. You had no idea how many more All For One made, and that doctor you saw in your past. He had to be involved in this if he was still around.

“So either you rounded up all of them…or there’s more, but our old buddy knows where they are. Those are the two lines of thought.” Hawks says.

“You’re the one talking rumors. So you must have proof if you’re suggesting teaming up…” Endeavor questions him.

“Nope, No proof. Just rumors.” Hawks says causal and Endeavors blows up flames shooting from his suit as he stands up,

“CHECK! I’M OUT OF HERE!”

“Hold on, now listen. The sightings aren’t just happening here. Or haven’t you heard?” Hawks says and you hear Endeavor stop in his tracks, “These stories are springing up all over the country. Well, not enough to make it into the papers…but enough that housewives and schoolkids are gossiping about it,” Hawks says.

“Meaning?” Endeavor pushes.

“I first heard about it from the locals when I was away on business. So I teamed up with the police, though we kept the investigation under wraps. To avoid panic nothing turned up. Still, I was curious. So I’ve been flying around the country making some inquiries of my own.” Hawks says.

“Inquiries..?” The flame hero questions.

“There are slight discrepancies between accounts, but similar stories are popping up in unrelated areas. Still, totally unsubstantiated at this point. Now, I’m talking purely hypothetical, but...after U.A., Hosu City, Kamino..those remodeled villains are just about the creepiest things on people’s minds, right? But I say some idiot got it in their head to tell a few tales and rile people up. And now those tales are spreading across the country,” Hawks explains. You hadn’t even realized how far past the time of your meeting had been as you listen in on their conversation, “That guy earlier, screaming ‘long live metahuman liberation’ this kinda like that. They republished some old-school criminal’s autobiography and it’s flying off the shelves. I’m thinking that’s influencing people. That stuff tends to sell best when society’s feeling unstable right?”

“Well ain’t you a know-it-all. What’re you getting at, here? Spit it out.” Endeavor growls at him and you can hear the ego and charisma dripping off Hawks.

“I want our top hero to be a leader we can rely on! You should be the one to look into these ominous rumors…and tell everyone there’s nothing to fear! Puff out your chest and give them the message! While I sit back and take it easy! Like I basically said yesterday, this is your show to direct, Mr. Number One.”

“What kinda stance is that?” Endeavor yells at the Number Two hero.

“I just wanna enjoy myself. Seriously. Do some leisurely patrolling put in a few appearances..say ‘aw shucks, no trouble today.’ and get a good night’s sleep! That’s my ideal life. I wanna make this world one where heroes have time to kill.” Hawks says and you can’t help but sympathize with him, life would be easier if there were no villains out there for heroes to face but this wasn’t the world you lived in.

Your phone rings making you jump slightly and you look seeing it was your doctor’s contact. Maybe she will explain she was super backed up in traffic or the train.

“Hello..?”

“You just can’t seem to stay dead…” Her raspy voice fills your ears and you freeze in place, “Good luck surviving without a quirk.” She says before the line goes dead. Your eyes catch the glimpse of something in the distance getting closer and growing closer and you can’t help but be fearful. This was a trap from the second you woke up. There was never a meeting with your doctor…it was a plan to finish you off. They knew you had no quirk.

You were fucked.

“Your bill gentlemen.” Your server comes in.

“GET BACK, MISS!�� Hawks yells and quickly he pulls the hostess away you feel something attached to your coat pulling you away as the window shatters open and a large Nomu stands before you all. It has a long neck and almost a hood covering its face but you could see its exposed brain with glowing yellow eyes almost similar to Kurogiri.

“Where’s Master’s puppet..? His puppet..” Your eyes widen hearing its scratching voice as it speaks. Nomus don’t speak…guess now they do. The Nomu scans the room before it locks eyes with yours and you feel a shiver run through you.

“Puppet…” It growls and you see Endeavor and Hawks’ gaze shift to you and you see the recognition cross Endeavor’s face and Hawk seems to know of you. You were pinned to the wall by a red feather attached to your coat but your hat had fallen in the process revealing your white hair.

“Hawks get them to safety!” Endeavor yells out.

“Roger that! And you, Endeavor?” Hawks calls out and you watch as the Nomu flexes its arms breaking part of the wall.

“Some rumors are true, huh? It’s your lucky day, pal,” Endeavor says and the Nomu launches its arm lunging to grab you when Endeavor hits it with a flash of fire sending it out of the building and your whole body is pulled by just the feather towards the other hero.

“C’mon we gotta go!” Hawks yell quickly guiding the hostess and yourself out of the room towards the emergency exit.

“It’s after me. I can’t be by everyone people are going get hurt!” You yell trying to free yourself from the hero's grip but he keeps pushing you toward the exit and something hits the building shaking it.

“It’s after you for a reason if you’re a part of the crowd it’s gonna be harder to pick you out. You can fight against that thing, you’ve done it before.” Hawks says. How much did he know about you? Your life was pretty much-plastered everyone being a student in 1-A and a part of being kidnapped by the League. He pauses looking at the fearful look on your face.

“You can fight it if you have to..?” Hawks says and you shake your head.

“I lost my quirk.” And then the entire floor underneath you swift and starts sliding. Screams from people around you as the build shifts. Hawks quickly shoots out feathers from his wings attaching to civilians sending them out of the building one attaches to you.

“Get somewhere safe.” He says and you let out a yell as you are thrust out of the window. The wind hits you as you are sent with most of the civilians to safety when someone screams out. You barely got a chance to look when a large hand latches onto your legs and you are pulled away from safety. You let out a cry staring up at the Nomu as it bares its teeth down at you as it flies.

“Puppet…”

“FUCK OFF!” You scream swinging your body up and jabbing the feather that was attached to you into its eye and it screeches in pain and suddenly you’re free-falling and fast.

“SHITT!!” Your screams fill the air as you plummet toward the ground and you see Endeavor preparing flames from his fingers to destroy the broken building and the Nomu. Your savior comes with red wings grabbing you and the momentum as he loses feathers to grab debris causes the two of you to hit the rooftop rolling for a bit Hawks stands up stumbling backwards while you follow suit running alongside them. Guess it was a good time to pick up your training.

“Haven’t…you…ever cooked anything, Endeavor?” Hawks says as his feathers keep grabbing the rocks, “When chopping, you gotta make the pieces uniform.”

“Quit yapping and tighten up your sloppy moves.” Endeavor says.

“Yeah, but when I send out too many feathers, my flying takes a hit and I was busy protecting the girl,” Hawks says taking a glance at you as you jump over an opening between buildings rolling and start running again while Hawks flies somewhat backward.

“Excuse me! Bird…” The Nomu roars out and goes to attack but it is stopped by someone’s quirk.

“Endeavor! Hawks!! We got your backs!” A Pro from down below yells out but the Nomu roars at it and seems to sprout out more Nomus who quickly attack civilians. Hawks grabs you and the two of you touch the ground Hawks attacks two of the Nomus and send a feather pushing you further away it tucking itself in your shirt.

“Run don’t stop we’ll find you!” Hawks says and you hesitate for a second but Endeavor holds back the Nomu for you to escape. You weren’t going to waste it and you ran.

“PUPPET!” The Nomu roars as you run through the streets dodging Nomus and heroes fighting. A nomu appears in front of you groaning out it swinging its arms to attack you and you slide underneath its arm and keep running. A large burst of light and suddenly it’s heading right towards you and they crash into a building in front of you the impact sending you flying back as the building is totaled. You hit the ground your back seizing up the wind knocked out of you. The rumble clears as you try pushing yourself up but your body cries out in pain and you struggle to catch your breath. A large hand snatches you and you dangle in the air as it grips you by the neck. Your hands clutch and scratch at its hand your legs kicking out in the air as it slowly crushes the air from you. You see behind the Nomu there lies Endeavor and blood spilling from his face. This was your fault people were getting hurt because of you. Tears fill your eyes, the blood vessels in your eyes popping from the force as it squeezes tighter and you feel your body grow limp. Would the last thing you see be the Nomu as it bares its teeth to you?

“So long puppet..” It growls out and with a final desperate attempt you scratch your hand against it praying it lets you go when you feel a spark-like electricity rush through your body. You seize in its grasp and it drops you and you hit the ground like a sack of potatoes coughing your lungs out, right as Endeavor shoots forward in a ball of flames but the Nomu whips him aside like nothing destroying more building

“Weak…stronger..need stronger..” You hear it growl out and gasp for air pushing yourself to get away when your hand touches a wall of rumble and cracks quickly appear and it disintegrates to dust. Staring at your hand in shock…your quirk.

“You…” You feel fear run through you knowing its voice was directed towards you, “You’re stronger…” You don’t get time to react as it grabs you smashing you two through buildings and you are flung into the air. Quickly adjusting yourself to your surroundings trying to get a handle on what’s happening with your injuries when it punches you straight in the chest and you are further sent flying through the air.

Breath.

You need to breathe…fight back.

You can’t fight...

Your quirkless...

Worthless...

Fight.

Die.

Fight.

Fight!

FIGHT!

“Y/n.” His voice fills your ears and a rush of power runs through you.

Twisting yourself in mid-air you throw a punch against its own red sparks traveling through your arm through its own and its arm explodes on impact. Endeavor appears in a halo of flames his flames boosting him forward toward the Nomu. Hawks appears like a bullet his feather-like blades as he goes to strike the Nomu when it goes to attack him, Hawks shoots his feathers with lightspeed to Endeavor as wings of fire increase his speed as Endeavor slams a fist of flames against the Nomu and the two of them go shooting across the sky. Your hand shoots out rivets attaching to a roof and your other hand shoots out grabbing Hawks’ coat and the two of you crash into the roof. Your body screams in pain and the fire running through your blood and veins ignite your body. Hawks comes to your side him now being out of the fight due to the lack of feathers.

“HAWKS!!” Endeavor yells out blood and fire covering his body as he sends himself and the Nomu up into the sky.

“I can’t help you much, since they’re burnt to a crisp!” Hawks yells out and that’s when it hits you he won’t need to hold back when he’s that high up. And like a sun being formed, the sky explodes into a bright light. What looked like a comet rushing towards the ground crashed down on the street.

“Come on,” Hawks says helping you down to the street as the two of you rush to Endeavor praying the fight was in his favor. When you reached him there he was standing with the burnt Nomu behind him. You felt a chill run down your spine seeing the similar pose. Kamino night coming back as you watch All Might raise his fist in the air in victory.

Hawks and yourself rush over to him, Hawks catching him as he wobbles and helps him settle to the ground, “That’s All Might’s pose, you know?” Hawks says

“No. Different…arm. He…uses his left!” Endeavor says, “The girl..”

“I’m alright Endeavor. Here Hawks.” You wheeze out your voice hoarse to the hero as you take off your jacket ripping part of the inside of the coat to stop the bleeding on his face. Hawks passes it to Endeavor who presses it up against his face.

“Who cares about that?! I’m just grateful you won!” Hawks says.

“Zero points, though. A real sorry start for me.” Endeavor says still catching his breath.

“If I may disagree..this victory of yours today…was absolutely huge! First, let’s do something about your bleeding wounds..” Hawks grins

“I can’t move. Call someone for help.” Endeavor says.

“Yeah, do you mind calling, I’m sorry I never got your name?” Hawks looks over at you. Throughout the entire fight and saving your life, you never gave your name.

“Shimura was it,” Endeavor says and you look at him, “During Kamino, All For One referred to you as that.” You were going to use your old last name but you hadn’t realized that he had heard your real name.

“Yeah Y/n Shimura.” You say and go to pull out your phone.

“Just a minute, now….none of this is how I planned it, but that’s fine.” A voice calls out and you all freeze looking over. There stood in the clearing smoke one of the League of Villain members. Once you all have seen him before, you even face him.

Dabi.

“Well, Endeavor…Should I say..nice to meet you? No one told me you’d be here. I was only expecting..” Dabi says and his gaze lands on you, “Fancy seeing you again kid…Shigaraki and his daddy miss you.” You grimace at his words, especially his piercing stare and Hawks grabs your arm pulling you behind him as you were the closest to him.

“It’s you! The one who murdered Snatch! The League of Villains’ Dabi!” Endeavor yells out.

Dabi holds out his hands swiping them out and blue flames entrap you all with him blocking out the other Pros and police.

“Sna-? Who? More importantly, let’s chat while we have this chance.” Dabi says.

“Now would be a good time to use a quirk against him.” Hawks whispers to you his glare still stuck on the villain. Flexing your fingers trying to form ice but pain shocks your body and you let out a cry grasping your arm.

“I…I can’t.” You say the fire running through your body growing more painful.

Endeavor moves to stand but crumbles back down coughing up blood, “Take it easy. I’ll handle him. Watch him.” Hawks says to Endeavor before looking at you, “I only have my tiny feathers left…but I can at least buy us some time…”

“Come on, I’m just here to collect the Nomu and the girl. There’s no way I could actually win, right?” Dabi says before springing forward blue flames decorating his hands, “Against the top two dudes already beat up and bloodied?”

A blur of white and with a quick stomp on the ground the flames around you disappear.

“I saw the news and came hopping! Endeavor! Hawks! You boys don’t get to have all the fun!” The Number Five Hero Mirko calls out landing between you, “And, you, you’re with the League? Your butt’s about to get kicked!”

“Mirko?! Too bad…right when things were heating up…Ujiko…” Dabi says and black ooze spills out of his mouth. The same quirk as All For One but you knew he was locked up. Pain unlike anything goes through you and you let out a cry hitting the ground. Your head pounding as you hold your head in your hands.

Ujiko..he was there. The doctor. The tests...Your quirk… was never yours. The rooftop..the lab. Pain..like now…fire running through your veins…your quirk becoming yours was because of him.

“But it’s not the real one! Just some genetic mutation from it and you’ve seen her. Meek, practically a mute. We’re lucky she’ll even try to train instead of running off with Tenko.”

“Bye, for now, Mr. Number One Hero. I’m sure we’ll get another chance to talk but until then…JUST KEEP DOING YOUR THING AND DON’T GO DYING ON ME, ENJI TODOROKI!!” Dabi yells out and disappears just as Mirko attacks.

The paramedics arrive with the police quickly getting Endeavor to the hospital while you were sat on a stretcher getting checked by an EMT and you could see Hawks and Mirko speaking to the police.

“Ms. L/n I’m going to need to take your vitals can I roll up your sleeve.” He speaks but it seems to be going through one ear and out the other one. You feel a hand touching your shirt rolling it up and you hear their breath hitch and you hear them call for someone. Your gaze drifts down to your hand with your sleeve rolled up. Your veins were glowing a bright red and it seemed to be traveling up your arm. His hands move to try to follow your veins when it brushes against your shoulder and you’re back at the raid.

The yelling from Overhaul and Midoriya as they battled on as you stand there. Your costume was drenched in blood feeling the blade being ripped from your shoulder blood spraying everywhere her hands wrapped around your neck her breath against your ear.

“For betraying Master.”

Your vision returns and hearing to screaming, yelling, and the sound of sirens. Everything was so disorienting and loud. It sounded like people were yelling. Looking around the ambulance you were beside was overturned.

“PUT YOUR HANDS UP OR WE WILL BE FORCED TO SHOOT!!” Someone yells and there were police yelling at you their guns pointed at you. Looking down you see the EMT that was working on you at your feet unconscious. You shift backward and the yelling increases.

“DO NOT MOVE!” “STAND DOWN SHE’S A CHILD!” A voice yells out and you see Hawks holding his hand out trying to get the cops to stand down. You feel the fire running through your veins looking down at your hands to see the red sparks surrounding them crawling up and down your arms. Raising your arms the sound of guns cocking causes fear to run through you. You were scared and confused why were they pointing at you did you cause this? Why wasn’t anyone helping you?

“DO NOT MOVE OR WE WILL FIRE!” “DO NOT SHOOT HER DAMMIT!” The police yell and Hawks yells as well. Looking around fear in your eyes surrounded by officers who were ready to put you down like a rabid animal. You see from within the crowd there she stood and she starts moving towards you and panic rushes through you. Taking a step back the yelling turns to screams as your body shakes in fear the ability to speak or cry out leaves your body. The second her hand moves and you see a blade appear the pain from before takes over and you run. The police scream out their last warning as Hawks screams out as well when a dart hits your body and electricity rushes through you and your body seizes up before hitting the floor still shaking from the pain rushing through you. Flashes of your vision, the police bombard you multiple ones pinning you down and restraining you even to the point where you’re gasping for air and your ears ringing with how many are on top of you.

“SHE’S A CHILD LET HER GO!” Hawks yells out being held back by officers and you hear Mirko’s voice as one cop tries pulling you to your feet but they don’t move so another one comes by grabs your other arm and starts dragging you towards the patrol car. Tosses into the car your body cries out in pain your blood stains the seat as yelling grows muffle your face pressed against the leather seats the coolness of them lulling you to unconsciousness.

The doors to the police station bust open and fury unlike anything comes in the form of one Eraserhead with a quickly following All Might. Police officers avoid the path he quickly carves through until he sees a group of officers standing outside an interrogation office and also another hero.

“And the calvary arrives,” Hawks says pushing himself off the wall and some of the officers glare at him.

“Where is she?!” Aizawa growls out a flash of red from his eyes sends a shiver down the officers’ spines.

“Eraserhead you don’t understand the incident that-” One of the officers speaks up and the look he gives has them pausing.

“I don’t give a damn what happened where is she!” Aizawa says.

“She assaulted two rescue services and put multiple people in danger.” What looks to be the chief of police of Kyushu arrives, “Eraserhead, All Might…Hawks I hoped we would have met in better circumstances.”

“She’s a child and you acted like she was some villain.” Hawks spits out his remaining feathers bristle in anger.

“Ms. L/n's cause of violence was unexpected but she was warned of her use of deadly quirks on her record. With the power, she holds our officers could only assume the worse at the scene when she uses a quirk known by All For One.” The chief explains.

“Are we forgetting the fact the whole reason she was involved was because a Nomu was targeting her to kill her!” Hawks says.

The chief pauses before speaking trying to remain civil in front of three heroes that were nothing but furious. “That…that is a different issue that will be addressed later but the main focus was..”

“What should be addressed now is her state. We saw the news the girl went through something traumatic after just coming out of the hospital...I demanded to see her.” Aizawa says and he was damned if they were going to deny him.

The room was quiet the only sound was your shallow breathing as you rest your head against the table the cool metal a calming feeling against your skin. Stretching your wrist feeling them crack and the sound of the handcuffs shifting against the metal. Your feet were also cuffed to the floor by a chain but you weren’t going to move as your body sang in pain. You could feel the tiny scratches decorating your skin, the soreness in your chest, and the pain that would fill your lungs and neck when you took too deep of a breath, so you just rested taking small slow intakes. Your vision was blurry either by the tears in your eyes or the popped blood vessels clouding them. You didn’t know what you looked like but you could only assume it wasn’t great.

The door opens and you freeze halting your breathing. What were they going to do with you? Footsteps draw closer and you squeeze your eyes shut hoping they would leave you alone, they stop right before you and you wait for whatever would happen.

“Shimura…” Mr. Aizawa’s voice says and your eyes shoot open and you jolt up staring at him as he looks at you in almost horror. Your eyes were blood red tears filling your eyes, your face covered in tiny scratches some scabbed over others still bleeding. Your clothes were messed up ripped in some places covered in debris and blood but the main thing was your neck. It was black and blue outlining your neck.

“Mr. Aizawa…” You croak out and the damn breaks as tears fall from your eyes sobs pour from your mouth even though your neck cries in pain from the stress. Aizawa wraps you in his arms your face pressed into his chest his hand rubbing along your back the other holding your head close to him as your tears stain his clothes. Aizawa holds you close to him and he looks at the open door where the Chief of police and All Might and Hawks stand.

“We’re leaving…now.”

The silence in the halls of the station as you were escorted by Mr. Aizawa, All Might, Hawks, and the Chief of Police. You could feel each gaze from everyone in the halls and it only got worse when you reached outside. The sudden shouting and flashes of cameras from the news. The air thins and quickly Aizawa keeps a firm grip on your arm with the two heroes trying to keep the paparazzi away from you.

“Tell us the reason for these attacks!” “Ms. L/n that League has already tried to capture you in Kamino what more do they want from you!” “Is it true that you assaulted two emergency services!” “Hawks what do you have to say about this issue!” “All Might this is your student how will this affect U.A!”

The noise was deafening as you keep your head down and suddenly the car is in front of you an officer has the door open as Aizawa shoves you inside quickly following behind and All Might runs to the driver’s side. Banging on the windows and their cameras are pressed against the glass trying to get your picture their voices are still loud even through the car and you quickly peel away. Leaning your head against the glass you try to steady your rapidly beating heart.

You just wanted to go home.

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"Ten. Do. Not. Move."

Tenebris was helpless as a duck as he sat on the couch, still as a rock. His eyes were teary and wide- well, even wider than usual. On the top of his bunch of unruly blonde curls perched the worst of them, the queen of all insects.

A spider, big as an Oreo and as black as his worst nightmare.

“I’m gonna come over and squish it.” Emcy forced their tone to be calm. They knew dogs could smell your fear, and they weren’t about to test if spiders can too. “Don’t panic. Don’t move. You’re gonna be fine.”

Tenebris whimpered pathetically, his ability to form a coherent sentence long gone. Emcy inched across the living room, their footsteps silenced by the carpet. The spider remained on Tenebris’s head, seemingly unaware of its inevitable end as it advanced across the room, clutching the fearsome weapon known as the paper towel.

“On three.”

The spider was still.

“Two.”

The spider did nothing.

“One- FUCK!”

Quick as lightning, the eight-legged horror jumped off its mountain of golden curls and slipped into the collar of Tenebris’s jacket. Emcy cursed some more and pounced at their boyfriend, yanking him off the couch and stripping off his jacket in one smooth move. Tenebris soon caught on to the situation and screeched like a pterodactyl as he faceplanted onto the carpet, frozen in place as his girlfriend played whack-a-mole with the spider on his back. He felt a particularly hard smack and heard a hoot of triumph.

“See?” Emcy grinned, hoisting him back into a sitting position on the floor. They wadded the dirty tissue up, then threw it carelessly over their shoulder. “It’s dead- mmf!”

Tenebris spun around and crushed them into one of his familiar, too-tight hugs. His face fit perfectly in the crook of their neck. They could feel his breath as he muttered unintelligible phrases into her neck, the faintest shade of stubble tingling at their neck. Ever so grateful, Emcy melted into their boyfriend’s warmth. They sat there cuddled together for god knows how long, two puzzle pieces finally fitted together after a lifetime of searching for the right other half.

But everything changed when the fire nation Tenebris attacked.

Tenebris’s hand left Emcy’s shoulder and reached for their belly, and the battle was on. Laughter soon filled the living room as the couple rolled around the carpet, reaching for each other’s stomachs and armpits and trying their best not to stab each other’s eyes out. After quite a while, Emcy saw an opening and took it, flipping their boyfriend over like an egg and sitting on his back.

“Given up yet?” They teased, running their hands through his hair. Tenebris gave an indignant huff and began to purr into the carpet.

Emcy smirked. “C’mon, let’s go take a shower.”

Tenebris’s head popped up. “Together?”

“Together.” Emcy stood up from his back, expecting him to follow.

Tenebris didn’t respond.

“C’mon Ten, don’t make me drag you!”

Slowly, Tenebris dragged himself to his elbows. His face seemed a lighter blue than usual, shaking as he got to his knees and tried to croak out something.

“Ten? Ten, are you-”

Tenebris coughed once, twice, then hacked out a huge puddle of blood.

“TEN!”

Emcy was kneeling in front of him in an instant, trying to pat him on the back, get him to lie down, to do anything to stop the stream of blood coming out of their boyfriend’s mouth. With one last hack, Tenebris slumped forwards into Emcy’s arms, pale as can be and barely breathing.

Emcy couldn’t stop the flow of gibberish they were spouting as they got Tenebris into a sitting position. They were pretty sure that he wasn’t breathing. “Ten, oh my god, are you okay, oh shut up you’re obviously not, do you need anything? Water? Hot choc-”

Tenebris inhaled with a sudden gasp. Life seemed to flow back into him as his chest began to rise and fall once again, the usual blue flooding back into his face.

“Hot chocolate?” He croaked, sitting up and looking at you like an excited puppy.

Emcy tried their very best not to smack him. They succeeded. Barely.

“Tenebris,” they said, trying to keep their voice flat, “What the hell was that back there again?”

“What?” He didn’t seem a bit like he was messing with you, with a genuinely confused stare and just a bit of disappointment from the fact that he was most likely not going to get hot chocolate.

“Tenebris. You just chucked up a bunch of blood on the carpet. That doesn’t happen every day.”

Your boyfriend looks genuinely lost with this conversation. “Blood?” He sat a bit straighter and looked around. “I didn’t cough up blood- ”

His eyes landed on the rather large patch of blood slowly soaking into the carpet. Poor carpet.

“Tenebris. This isn't funny.” Emcy knew their boyfriend was physically incapable of lying, but they didn't think they'd lost their mind just yet. “You just coughed up a bunch of blood-”

“Has Keith been eating flowers?” Tenebris scooted himself to the edge of the puddle and bent down to the red surface, then sniffed it like a dog. “Yeah. Definitely flowers.”

“What?” They could practically feel the confusion welling up inside them. “Tenebris-”

“No, I’m serious.” Gingerly, he poked a finger into the red puddle and fished out a chunk of red goop, then rubbed it in his hand until the blood came off. He held it up to his nose and gave it a long., hard sniff. “I think it’s a red carnation.”

“Heartache,” Emcy blurted out. They had been helping out in the flower shop for quite a bit now. Keith had to come to their rescue when a guy came in and demanded a bouquet that said fuck you in a passive-aggressive voice, but most of the time, they could hold their own at the counter.

“Why the hell would Keith eat flowers?”

Emcy shrugged. “Beats me.”

“Whatever.” Tenebris scooted over and scooped Emcy into a cuddle. “Can I still have hot chocolate?”

“No.”

“*Sad Tenebris noises*.”

why is the formatting all weird

also can tenten beat the sans fight

Okay, now I'm invested in your story! This was great!

And I dunno what you mean about formatting, it looks fine on my end. And yeah, Tenebris can probably beat the sans fight lol

#duality game #yandere #dating sim #visual novel #duality tenebris

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coolx2-nodoubt · 2 years

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♔ Nipple Play ♔

Pairing: Cecil Dennis x Fem!Dom!Reader

Warning: 18+ smut, nipple play [obviously] and some cussing.

A/n: OK this was hard, like super hard. But I made it through somehow. And I know it's not that good. So I would appreciate some feedbacks. Anyway Enjoy!!

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You always wanted to try it out, but you were to afraid of what Cecil might think about it, so always kept it to yourself.

It was until one night, when he came up to you, nervously looking down on the floor. Before asking..

"Uhh hey babe, um i've been meaning to ask you this for a very long time. And you are completely free to say no to this. But, um..."

When it left his lips, you couldn't believe it. You were over the moon. You immediately jumped out of your chair, nodding at him furiously, giving him the biggest hug.

Now infront of your mirror, looking down at yourself, in your new blue lingerie set that you had recently bought. It cupped your breast and all your curves perfectly, all in the right places . You were super anxious but also excited for Cecils reaction to your new set. You had told him earlier to wait for you in the bedroom and not to touch himself, while you finish getting ready.

When you came into the room, the first thing you noticed is how Cecil was already completely naked head-to-toe, awaiting upon your arrival. Sitting at the edge of the bed with his hands on his knees, like a good boy he is.

You stepped inside, leaning against the doorframe with a tray of ice cubes in your hand. You lingered there for a moment, letting him savour in the view. He immediately stood up with his jaw wide open, looking at you like a hawk.

"God.. you look so hot in that babe. I wanna rip it off of you. And fuck the shit out of you, right now."

He walked up to you, lifting his hands up to touch you, but you lowered down his hands, shushing him by placing a finger on his soft lips. Making him take a step back.

"OH no, today i'll be taking care of YOU, and the only thing you have to do in return, is sit back and follow my lead"

You drag your finger through his lips down to his chest, gently pushing him back towards the bed until he hits the side, making him fall backwards and look up at you.

You were really starting to like this whole thing. Taking control, dominating him, being on top and all...

You purposely bended over perking up, giving him a better view of your butt. Slowly placing the ice tray on the bedside table. You looked back at him, you can already see the drool escaping his lips, goggling you up and down.

You stand up, straightening up your posture. Before gently laying him down on the bed and slowly crawling up, hovering above him.

You first lower your face to gently kiss his lips, slow and steady. He moans into your mouth, arching his back up for any sort of contact. But you firmly push him back down.

"Tsk tsk behave, no touching"

"Sorry mam" he says.

You love it when he calls you that.

You drag your fingers up to his curly messy hair, tangling your fingers with it. Then tugging it to the side, exposing more flesh, making him groan at the sudden action. You start kissing his jawline roughly, leaving sloppy kisses all over his neck down to his collar bone, lingering there for a moment, sucking and kissing hard. Enough to leave bruise marks there.

He's doing everything in his power not pull you in close by your waist to feel you, to touch you, to grind up against you. Instead he's gripping the sheets beside him so tight, that his knuckles have turned white.

You lower yourself down to his chest and start doing small kitty licks, flicking the nip upwards. Then you latch on to his right nipple and start sucking on it, using your tongue to circle around it while using your other hand to twist and pinch the other nipple around your digits.

"Please babe.. I need to touch you..please, i'll do anything" he whines.

You detach yourself, to look up to him through your lashes. Seeing his puppy dog eyes. You couldn't possibly say no to him, not when he's doing that. Besides you have teased him enough for today.

"Now since you have asked so nicely. You can go ahead..touch me."

He immediately starts roaming your body with his rough hands. Coming up to your shoulder, playing with the straps. Swiftly removing it, making your breast bounce out. Mezmerized at it, he starts kneading them with both of his hands, grazing his thumbs over your buds.

You lean to the side and grab an ice cube from the tray. Which is already melting in your hand.

You lean down, and start drawing shapes with the cube on his abdomen moving upwards to his chest. Tracing small circles around his nipples. Squirming under your touch.

"Does this feel good love? Is this okay?"

He opens his eyes to look at you. Trying to speak..

"It's more than okay, I'm just happy we're finally doing this shit."

You chuckle at how adorable he his.

You take another ice cube and putting it in your mouth, moving it around coaxing it with your spit. You push it out, holding it right between your lips. Moving up, right above his lips. Signaling him to open his mouth.

You then drop the the ice cube straight into his mouth, the saliva string still attached. And command him to swallow it. He does just that. He swallows it, sticking his tongue out, proving it to you.

"Good boy"

You pull yourself off of him. Getting out of the bed.

"Babe what are you doing?"

You don't say anything, instead you the let action, speak for themselves.

Getting down on your knees. You take his cock with both of your hands and slowly start to pump it, gradually speeding up.

He throws his head back in pleasure moaning out your name.

"Oh, oh yes Y/N, yeah comon yes faster, Faster!!"

It didn't take him long before he reached his climax.

Long shots of hot white strings, shot up in the air. You sucked of every drop of it, not wasting anything.

When he came down of his high, he looks down at you, cupping your face with his hands for you to look at him. Leaning into the touch. He kisses your forehead, before looking at you back.

"Babe please don't ever be afraid to tell me if you wanna try something new, alright? I'm down to try anything, if that means I get to do it with you, yeah?"

You smile and nod, giving him a kiss on his lips.

THE END

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#cecil dennis #revenge for jolly #oscar isaac

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whosdinkleyhenderson · 2 years

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God-Given, Fools (Eddie Munson x Henderson! Fem Reader)

Summary: Let's just say, life knows how to toy with people. And not all heroes wear capes. STRANGER THINGS 4 SPOILERS AHEAD!

Song: Running Up That Hill (A Deal with God) - Kate Bush.

Warning: Sadness, if this does begin to affect you. PLEASE STOP READING.

A/n: Pls don't hate me.

Word count: 2172

You had this gut feeling. This feeling that something was going to go wrong. A turn of tables. You begged that your feeling would be dead wrong, but after hearing Nancy’s words. You knew better.

A gentle hand cupped your shoulder. Breaking you from your thoughts, thoughts of perturbation. Looking up, you met warm brown eyes. Beautiful pools of russet. Trailing down to those perfectly plump lips. Lips you yearned to kiss. To bite. To tug on. To feel dancing along the crook of your collar. Nipping. Licking. Biting. God!

“Y/n!?”

Drowning out those juvenile wonders, you smiled.

“Yeah?”

Cupping your cheek, he brought you closer to him. Eyes examining your every feature. Thumb caressing your cheek as he let his wander. You let out an airy giggle. He did this a lot, from the first day you met him to now. At any given time, for any situation. But you knew that this time, it held something else. Something more. Something different.

“Eddie, hun? I’m fine… hey I swear I’m good.” You assured him, with both your words and the placement of your hand. Gripping his, you knew he needed this, it may seem that you do, but he did. He needed the assurance from you, the blessing.

“Are you sure, bunny? I mean coz if not, we’ll figure something else.”

As much as you wanted to protest you knew there was no other choice. And he knew too.

“Edds, it’s okay. I’m fine with it… I’m okay with you going into the upside-down… Plus who’s going to look after Lucas, Max and Erica?” You assured.

Once again with the assurance. You assured him, he need it… or was it you? Did you deep down need to hear those words? Was it you that actually need the assurance? That feeling in your gut worsened. The more he peeked into your eyes. the more his skin made contact with yours, and the worse the feeling got.

Pulling his hand away, from your cheek he turned to the others. Missing the feeling of contact. Of his touch, even though it burned. You gripped his colossal hand. Just as you thought the worse it felt. But this was Eddie Munson. He was Eddie. He was your Eddie. And always will be.

So then why did you feel like this was going to be the last time you were ever going to feel him. Touch him. Talk to him.

Watching him and Dustin play fight from afar, you smiled at the scene. Everyone was off doing something. You had been leaning up against the stolen caravan when Steve approached you.

“He’s good with him, ya know?”

Taking your eyes off the two and to the boy next to you, you smiled.

“Yeah… yeah, he is.”

As if he could sense, that something was bothering you, Steve pulled you into a hug.

“Are you going to actually tell me what’s been bugging you, or are you planning on keeping that stone-cold exterior up forever?”

You couldn’t. You didn’t want to. You didn’t want to hear those malicious words leave your lips. If they did, then that means it’s true. All this spiteful reality would be true. Not a dream or an imaginative creation.

Letting out a sob, you pushed your face into Steve’s chest. He didn’t force you to open up. He just held you. It was a shame to see a beautiful, bright girl like yourself, become so broken and helpless. He knew how much Eddie meant to you, especially the night Eddie almost slice his neck in two. The moment Eddie’s eyes caught your form hidden amongst the teens, he forgot about that broken bottle in an instant.

Rubbing your back, Steve did his best to soothe you. “Hey… hey, it’s going to be okay… we will figure this out. Okay?”

Your sobbing didn’t cease, and neither did that God damn growing gut feeling. It was beginning to feel like a curse. Nothing you did could shake it off. This constant heart sinking into the pit of your belly feeling. The constant anxiety.

“But what if it isn’t, Steve?” You mumbled against his chest.

Pulling you back the slightest. Steve caught the distraught look on your face. You gorgeous puffy face. The tears were sliding down your red cheeks.

“Then tell me, Y/n. Tell me.”

Gasping in a deep and calming breath, you wiped your wet cheeks. Before making eye contact with the boy. And when you did, you couldn’t even muster up a single word. You didn’t have the heart to tell him. But you knew if you kept it inside you, it’ll kill you. But Eddie. Oh, Eddie.

“I…I…I can’t. I’m sorry…I can’t Steve. I can’t.”

Not wanting to upset you further, you both looked back to the others before leaving each other’s side.

The closer it got to five in the afternoon, the more the feeling grew. Your heart had now been pounding in your ears. It was that loud you were worried someone was going to hear it.

You had decided to take a breather, whilst everyone went over the plan. You thought if you didn’t hear it then it wouldn’t be true. But you knew it was. Any God-given fool knew it was. And let them be damned if they didn’t want to believe the truth. The truth was a killer. A killer that no one could blame. Could be convicted. Only fools listen to lies and only God-given fools listen to the truth. Stupid, sorrowful fools. You were one. Which one, well you only knew.

“If you keep bitting your nails like that. You won't have any for later. Bunny.”

You smiled at the nickname. If you loved the nickname and the man that gave it to you then why did you keep your back toward him?

“What? Am I not allowed to see my girl’s beautiful face… Now, now. Bun… we wouldn’t want to be attacked by the tickle monster now would we.” Before the protests could come flying out, you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist and spin you into the air.

“EDDIE! STOP! HUNNY!” You squealed.

“NOT UNTIL I SEE YOU SMILE.” He laughed.

“OKAY! OKAY! HEY, I SAID OKAY, ASS!”

Slowing his pace, Eddie slowly lowered you down to the ground. Smiling he finally got to see your face.

“Now, was that so hard?”

Shaking your head, you lowered your eyes. His fingers gently grasped your chin and lifted it up.

“Bun, come on. Don’t be like that.”

You knew he was right. You need to tell him. Let him know.

“Eddie.” Your voice cracked. The sting of tears were burning your eyes, badly and that feeling. Jesus Christ the aching.

“Eddie. I need you to know… How much I love you. How much I’m in love with you… With your crazy personality… I need you to know… I need to tell you… I love you…I’ll always love you… I know nothing is going to happen.” LIAR! It hissed.

NO.

You hissed to yourself. You knew it wasn’t going to be alright. Something bad was going to happen and you couldn’t bring yourself to say it to anyone. Not even to the man you claimed to love.

You hid the truth from everyone.

“But I want you… I need you to know… I need to let you hear it. Okay, Hunny. I’m so Godly. Deeply. Heavenly. Head over heels for you Eddie Munson… Please don’t forget that… make it out alive.”

When you finished, the boy in front of you looked like he had fallen into a trance. His eyes locked on you and you only. You grew worried. Eddie had only done this once. On your first date.

As if each and every word seeped into his mind, he woke from his trance-like state. Furiously blinking, a smile found its way to his lips.

“I. Love. You. Too.” He stated each word with a kiss.

Wanting to kill this feeling in the centre of your heart you pulled in. Lips to lips. You kissed him as if your life depended on it. You put all your emotions into this kiss. You knew when you would pull away it would be over. It all would. And that feeling would come back.

“Yo Love birds. Finish up. We got a Vecna to hunt and kill.”

Slowly pulling away, you kept a firm grip on your boyfriend’s arm.

“I don’t want to let you go…”

Smiling, Eddie gently clasped your hand and made his way to the caravan.

“It’s our destiny. ‘86 baby.”

Kicking door the down you and Erica, ran up the stairs. Calling out for both Max and Lucas. They had done it. They had killed Venca.

“Come on. Y/n. They did it.”

If they did, then why did the feeling still sit in the pit of your stomach. And why was it growing with each step up the stairs?

It’s as if everything slowed. The sight in front of you was not one of celebration.

The opposite. They all sounded so distant. The howls of Lucas.

Max clasped hold of his hand. His movements were so scarce and fragile. Like a child. A helpless child

“HELP HER. PLEASE! Y/N.” You dropped down beside the boy. Trying your best to calm him whilst Erica, ran to find a working phone. You didn’t say anything, only held onto the crying boy.

“She… she… she can’t see y/n… blind… her legs… they… they don’t work… she… she can’t be… Max… Please.”

You rubbed his back, soothing him.

FOOLS.

GOD.

GIVEN.

FOOLS.

But who, were you really trying to soothe. Yourself or the boy who needed every bit of help he could get. When Erica returned, you helped Lucas, carry Max down the stairs.

You looked down at the girl in your arms. The body. Warm. Unmoving. The slightest movement came from her chest.

The moment her body gasp for air, the three of you shared a look. A look with many emotions hidden behind it.

But the feeling was still there. What the hell could still be growing this feeling.

You weren’t too sure if it began when you caught the look on Dustin’s face or the fact that there were only four people walking in the door and not five.

Your body had let go. Curling into a ball in the middle of a busy hospital floor. You weren’t too sure who was trying to pry you off the floor and in their arms. But that didn’t matter. Lucas could hear your blood-curdling cries from within the east wing of the hospital.

“NOOO… NO…NO…OH GOD NO.”

Bystanders watched the encounter. Steve's failed attempts to pry you off the floor and into his arms. You clawed the white tiled floor, breaking every fingernail. Coating it with your blood. Your screams scaring, crying children. Scaring hopeless parents, nurses, and doctors.

Dustin had never seen you like this, his sister, losing all control of herself.

“EDDIE.” You howled into the air.

Fool.

You God-Given Fool.

Fool.

The truth was a killer and you were the accomplice.

Vecna had won.

The one good thing now gone.

“EDDIE.”

Your hand slapped against the cold wet floor. You banged your palm so hard, that Steve swore you were going to break it.

“EDDIE.”

A Punch.

“EDDIE.”

A Snap.

“EDDIE.”

A Broken finger.

“EDDIE.” A Broken hand.

You closed your left hand and began banging it against the blood-coated floor.

“EDDIE.”

You slumped to the floor. Face coasting in your own blood.

“Eddie…eddie.” You began mumbling, blood and tears mixing.

“Eddie?...my baby…oh…”

Slumping further into the ground you sobbed hard. And again began bashing your left hand into the floor.

“Come on bun… we wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself now, would we?”

You ceased your action. Steve watched closely, scared you would begin harming yourself. He waited, waited for the moment. But nothing came. Only vague mumbles and slurs.

You slowly glimpsed up.

There he stood, right in front of you. Leather jacket, hell fire tee. And a beautiful adoring smile sitting upon his handsome face.

Eddie Munson.

Your love.

Your lifelong troublemaker had come back to say one last goodbye and it tore you apart.

You grabbed at the air, sobbing. Like a child calling for its mother.

“Eddie?” You mumbled.

“Yeah bun, it's me.”

“EDDIE!” You cried, clawing at the air, yearning for his touch.

For him.

For him to be here and this to be all a bad dream.

“No, no, no. Bun, don’t do that. It’s not your time… It won’t be for a long time. But when it will remember I’ll be waiting for you… I’ll guide you to this beautiful place… We’ll be together again someday…” With those last words, he was gone, disappearing into this beautiful Holy light.

“NO…NO… EDDIE.” You cried, once again grasping at the air.

“EDDIE.”

“MY EDDIE!”

Two broken hands and the love of your life gone.

You were no more.

Only

God

Given

Fool.

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randy and raquel had found her in her processing time. she huffed, turning over and rolling her eyes at the pair. god

Raquel shoved her hands in her pockets rocking on her heels while Randy was grounded on his feet staring at there girl who’s under the covers faced away from them Raquel hated the stalling and shoved her elbow into Randy’s side which obviously didn’t hurt him but made him wake up and apologize

Randy: princess look daddy’s is sorry..I just wanted to make sure that your safe and I felt as if you were not taking it seriously..but I misjudged you and your ability..your a freaking natural and I’m sorry

Randy was on his knees leaned against Rhea’s bed but Rhea did budge staying under the cover, for once she is the one in control calling the shots. Raquel and Randy are her little bitches as of right now begging for her forgiveness and she was gonna soak in every moment of this

Raquel: princess daddy didn’t mean it he just worry about your safety

Still nothing from Rhea, Just as the Rhea had the upper hand the quicker it was stripped from her like the covers Randy pulls off of her and Raquel jumped on top of her mounting her with kisses all over her cheeks and neck, at first Rhea fought like hell to get out of the grip but soon realized how much nicer and easier jt was when she just gave in

Raquel: come on babygirl please forgive daddy he didn’t mean it

Rhea then felt Randy set kisses on her legs and massage them smirking as she squirmed

Rhea: *giggles* stop stop it tickles

it was soon cut short a Security guard knocked on the door

Security: Uh Sir Shayna and Drew have come to talk business

Randy shot up balling his fist and Raquel looked at Randy and Rhea getting off of Rhea

Randy: 1 hour to get ready

The security guard noded as he left Randy began pacing angrily then Rhea stood up standing in front of him and outta no where hugs Randy waist which is where she could reach

Rhea: I love you daddy

Love?…only a work he had exchanged with Raquel, his family and now his princess

Randy: I love you too

Raquel smirks seeing her princess and daddy get along as Randy excuses himself to get dressed Raquel follows along earning a kiss on the cheek from Rhea before they left

rhea smiles at the pair. “one hour to get ready, you choose the dress this time princess.” randy calls out, and rhea instantly gets up. this was her first time choosing a dress for herself, and she wanted to make sure randy and raquel would like it. she couldn’t contain her happiness, skipping to the walk in wardrobe. she gasped as she walked in, the sheer size taking her aback. one hour to choose? she’d need 2.

she slid a manicured nail over a small selection of the dresses, before pulling one out. a pretty baby blue, floor length, and flowy. she screwed up her nose. it was pretty, but she wanted something bold. something that screamed, ‘theirs.’ she continued looking around, trying on several dresses before one really caught her eye. she drew it from the rack, her eyes lighting up with delight. it was a deep red, floor length with a built in corset and black detailing. it had sleeves that slightly puffed up, with small buttons at the end to secure them on her arms. the top half of the dress was covered with sparkly black detailing, shimmering along with the light.

she smirked. this was the dress. she unclipped her bra, choosing a soft, strapless one instead. she slid the dress up her body, up her inked body. she reached around, zipping it up at the back. she gave a twirl, pulling the dress up to look at herself in the mirror. the dress fit her perfectly, hugging her body. she looked around. she had another 30 minutes, and she needed shoes.

she started to sift through the enormous haul of shoes they had bought for her, eventually coming across some stunning dagger-heel shoes. they had straps on them, supposed to clip around the ankles. she slipped them on, admiring the gorgeous look.

now she needed one more thing. her collar. she walked out of the wardrobe, and over to their nightstand. she picked up her collar, a simple black leather one with a single gemstone in the middle, and slid it around her neck.

with a quick touch up to her hair, it for time for her final step. pulling the dress up one leg, she slid a strap around her leg, designed to hold her gun specifically. perfect. she left the room, quietly walking downstairs to find randy and raquel, both in the same room they were in last time. everyone turned to look at her, some jaws even dropping at the site of the gorgeous women in front of them.

she found the same pillow her doms had for her the last time, elegantly leaning down to sit on it, this time with no complaints.

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bagdaddyb · 2 years

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Tattooed Turn On 🥵💣

Summary: You attend a party for your best friend and of course that red headed goddess shows up.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, daddy kink, strap on use, degrading kink, a little rough, mentions of tearing that ass up from behind

Pairing: bottom!Natasha x toptattooed!Reader

Word Count: anywhere around 3.5k

You busted through the door with a million-dollar smile on your face and as if the party hadn’t started till you walked in the crowd let out loud cheers. Tony was at your side within seconds already slurring his words.

“Hey (Y/N) took you long enough to get here.”

Smiling at the man you sadly call your best friend you couldn’t help but be amused by his behavior. Everything was a party with Tony but this time it was something worth celebrating. Tony is going to be a dad! That’s huge! And so despite his drunken behavior you can’t help but bring the man into a hug.

“I’m so happy for you Tony!”

The man let out an easy chuckle before a smile took over his face.

“A dad (Y/N)! Can you believe it?”

Shaking your head, you pat the man’s shoulder.

“Nope actually I can’t.”

Laughing as Tony playfully pushes you; you shake your head.

“But seriously yes, you’re going to be a great dad, Tony. I know how much you’ve been wanting a family.”

Another smile settles on Tony’s face, and he just looks down.

“Yeah.”

“So... LETS PARTY!”

You yell. Dragging your friend to the bar you order your traditional tequila run. Downing the four shots as if they were water, you begin your night with Tony. Entertaining the crowd dancing, jokes, and shots. The party was probably the best party you’ve been to in a while, and you could honestly say you were enjoying yourself. Smiling as you bring a smoke to your lips your eyes drift up to the crowd catching familiar red locks. Watching as the goddess makes her way into the party you can’t help but stare. She was late almost rudely so but who could say a thing. Watching as she strutted in her body was wrapped in a floor length beige dress, long sleeves covered her arms while the back was left completely exposed almost teasingly low. Her hair was wrapped back tightly in a bun, make up done perfectly she couldn’t look anymore perfect and for a moment you wondered if beaty like that was real. Ripping your eyes away from the woman you light the smoke at your lips taking a long drag. Focusing back on Tony next to you at the table you tune into the end of the story he was telling.

“… and that’s how we came to the decision to make you the god parent.”

Eyes widening you almost choke on the puff you inhaled.

“Me?”

Laughing Tony shakes his head at you but before he can say another word a familiar honey voice is cutting into your conversation.

“My, My, the great Tony Stark I guess congratulations are in order.”

Turning his head, a smirk washes over Tony’s face.

“Natasha, so glad shields top agent had time for me.”

Laughing the red head hugs the man as he stands.

“Always time for you Stark.”

Pulling another drag as you watch the interaction it is only a second before the red heads eyes turn towards you studying you from top to bottom and for the first time that night a hint of a smirk ghosts your lips. Your burgundy suit looked good on you, and you knew it. Rings adorned your fingers and your tattoos peaked out from the edge of your collar. The chain you always wore was around your neck and she couldn’t help but watch as you pulled your smoke from your lips.

“And you remember (Y/N).”

Tony said as he let go of the embrace and motioned towards you.

“Of course.”

Natasha nodded at you in greeting before turning her attention back to Tony.

“Where’s Pep I need to congratulate her as well.”

Tony laughed shaking his head.

“Not here, I’m afraid pregnancy is taking its first toll on her sleep schedule, I can’t keep her up past nine these days.”

Slightly chuckling with Tony, you speak up.

“You’re more than welcome to hang with us though we have plenty of room at our table.”

You said in the sweetest voice you could muster and as if on que the other Avengers returned from the bar. Greeting Natasha as they slid back in around the table. Plenty of room really meant you had one spot left specifically for her at the end of the table and you didn’t miss the slight narrow of her eyes as Wanda slipped into her previous spot which was pressed up against your side. If you were being honest this seating arrangement was purposeful. You and Natasha had an… interesting relationship to say the least. The first time you got her in bed you figured you’d lucked out to have someone this gorgeous under you all yours, but really you turned out to be the fool three months later you realized Natasha was using you, only coming around when she needed something and only sleeping with you after parties before disappearing by the time you opened your eyes to the light of day. After realizing that and knowing you deserved better you broke off whatever you had with the ex assassin. You hadn’t talked to or seen the woman since then and honestly you were hoping she didn’t show up at all tonight but she did and so you were going to make the most of it. Natasha is very possessive almost as much as yourself she wants to be claimed just as much as you desire to claim her. Should you know this? No. Probably not but you couldn’t help but be fluent in the language that is Natasha. The slight twitch of her eye when your arm wrapped around the back of Wanda’s seat, the firmness of her grip when Wanda whispered something into your ear while rubbing her hand up your thigh, even the tone of her voice as she carried on conversation with Tony and Steve while you smirked and pulled Wanda closer to you were all clear yet little indicators of her mood. There was nothing going on between you and Wanda, at least not really. You knew the witch had a crush on you so in your ‘drunken’ state you were paying her a little more attention. Downing another shot before standing and announcing a restroom break you make your way to the back of the party opening the restroom door before closing and locking it behind you, you let out a deep breath. Were you doing too much? Yeah, Natasha was using you and maybe she broke your heart a little, but should you really be doing this to Wanda, it makes you no better than Natasha herself. Thinking back to Wanda you smirk. She is yet another beautiful woman part of the Avengers red hair green eyes the woman was beautiful and God that accent! Yet Wanda is also extremely sweet and sure the alcohol is giving her a bit of confidence right now but she’s usually shy.

Maybe instead of messing with her I’ll actually go talk to her.

You thought to yourself. Reaching for the door handle just as it turned to be opened Natasha quickly makes her way into the restroom before closing and locking the door behind her once again. A simple locked door was nothing for the Black Widow and silence you weren’t aware of before suddenly fills the bathroom making you internally wish you could be anywhere but here. You stare at the Black Widow before you as she stares at the ground and you suddenly realize she looks small, smaller than she’s ever looked, and you curse yourself for wanting to ask if she’s ok. You keep your mouth shut allowing the silence between you two to extend. After a moment Natasha’s voice quiet as a whisper hits your eardrum.

“I’m sorry.”

You can’t hold back the laugh that rumbles out of your chest as you stare at the woman before you.

“Sorry? Is that supposed to be your magic word that fixes everything?”

You say with a dark chuckle. Natasha’s eyes finally reach yours and you see the uncertainty in her facial expression.

“I know, I know it doesn’t take back what I did. I- I’ve never had anyone actually try to care for me before. All my previous- relationships were more of an exchange sex for favors you could say. So, when we started doing whatever we were doing I treated it like I would anything else but when you blew up on me for using you, I was stunned to say the least. I didn’t know how to react when you left and once, I talked to Clint about it he pointed out that you were not a mark, and I shouldn’t of been treating you like one. So- I’m sorry I’ve never really done this relationship thing. Can we start over?”

Silence filled the small room once again. Speechless was an understatement at the moment. Your eyes never left Natasha’s your face stayed emotionless as you tried to study the sincerity of her words. Finally lifting herself off the bathroom door she makes her way to your taller frame. Running her hands up your arms letting her nails caress the baby hairs on the back of your neck.

“Come on daddy, give me a second chance.”

She whispered while her eyes darted towards your lips before coming back up.

“I miss you.”

You pressed your lips hard against the red head’s in front of you. A moan erupts from the back of her throat instantly, your hands run down her sides before gripping onto her plump back side. Smacking her ass maybe a little bit harshly Natasha lets go of another needy groan into your mouth. Breaking the kiss you move to kiss down her jaw line to her soft spot right below her ear.

“Fuck, daddy I need you.”

Letting go of a dark chuckle you pull back to look down at the Avenger. Her eyes held a familiar glaze, biting her lip slightly she fully wraps her arms around her neck.

“Awe my little princess, you’ve gone to long without daddy haven’t you?”

Nodding quickly Natasha doesn’t hesitate to respond.

“Yes!”

Smirking you hover your lips over hers.

“Well go on the tell daddy what you need.”

A red hue started at Natasha’s cheeks she always got slightly embarrassed when she had to say what she wanted.

“I- I need-“

Biting her lip, she goes quiet. Shrugging you let the red head go moving out of her grip. A whine leaves her lips while you fix yourself up in the mirror.

“You know I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what you want princess.”

Natasha lets out a huff of frustration but quickly collects herself when you move to leave.

“Ok ok ok ok.”

She says while grabbing your arm.

“I need you inside me daddy. I need you to fill me up.”

God this woman knew just what to say. You smashed your lips back against her pressing her back into the wall. Your hands roamed her whole body one finding its way to her hip the other coming to wrap around her throat. Squeezing slightly you can’t help but smirk as her eyes roll back. Breaking the kiss to get a good look at the goddess before you. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, a red glow started across her body as her temperature started to rise, her eyes were pleading but she stayed quiet as she waits for your next move.

“I missed having my hand around this pretty neck.”

You say a bit deeper than usual. Enjoying the way, it makes her bite her lip.

“But my princess needs me inside her.”

You say as you quickly manhandle the red head bringing her to the sink before bending her over it.

“And who am I to deny her?”

You almost laugh at the irony of your own statement, but you had a more pressing issue at hand. Bunching up her dress around her waist you expose her lower half to you not at all surprised to find a knife in its holster. Pulling out the knife you smirk playing with it in your fingers before expertly throwing it into the door jamming the handle. You would never be able to thank your foster mom enough for teaching you how to throw knives.

“Don’t want any interruptions.”

Easily sliding her red thong to the side your eyes sparkle at how wet she is.

“All this for me princess?”

Natasha watched you through the mirror, mind fogged by how turned on she was. Bent over a counter watching as you took what was yours in the mirror she couldn’t get enough.

“Only you daddy.”

Natasha let out while trying to grind back into you for some sort of friction. Smacking her ass again you smirk at the way the sensation runs through Natasha’s whole body. You could have her bent over for you all night but right now you needed to take care of her before somebody came looking. Not wasting another moment, you unbutton and unzip your pants pulling out the strap you were packing. You always came packing to Tony’s party’s old habits die hard you suppose. Rubbing the tip through her folds to gather some of her juices before plunging into the woman before you, you set a bruising pace her body jolting with every thrust. The moans coming from Natasha were music to your ears.

“Fuck, oh fuck- you always fuck me so good daddy.”

Natasha let out her hot breath fogging the mirror in front of her. Laughing mentally, you wonder what everyone would think of the big scary Black Widow bent over a sink by an everyday civilian. You weren’t an Avenger you didn’t have any superpowers; you weren’t a celebrity posing for all the tabloids, hell you weren’t even rich mid-class at best. You didn’t have the body of model, completely unashamed of your belly and thicker thighs, you had tattoos from the neck down and an arguable addiction to a particular recreational drug. Yet here she was the Black Widow jelly beneath your fingertips. Natasha was insanely wet, and you juggled with the idea she might squirt. Gripping your lover’s waist with a grip tight enough to leave bruises you fucked her harder. Your firm grip allowing you hit that perfect spot repeatedly.

“Daddy I’m gonna cum. Please please let me cum.”

Not relenting you let out a calm answer breathing still controlled.

“Cum on daddy’s cock princess.”

Natasha saw stars as you fucked her through her orgasm and once, she came down from her high she saw the smirk on your face. Natasha had squirted all right, all over your pants. Her ass was red from your previous hits and bruises had already started to form where you had been holding her hips. Glancing up you nearly moan at her fucked out expression.

“God your so fucking hot.”

Lifting her leg up onto the counter, you enter her again holding her thigh as you bend your body over hers pressing against her. Bringing your other hand up to wrap around her throat you begin slamming into her while whispering in her ear.

“That’s it take daddy’s dick like the good little slut you are.”

Moans poured out of Natasha’s mouth as you fucked into her.

“You always look so pretty with my hand wrapped around your neck.”

Natasha’s eyes zeroed in on the familiar hand with a lion tattooed on it wrapped around her neck and grinds back into you harder. When you had first began your relationship with Natasha about two weeks in you took a picture of your hand around her neck and made it her wallpaper. It was meant as a joke as it resulted in her spitting out her coffee the next morning at a meeting when she went to check the time on her phone, but Natasha never changed it. It was an act of possession to Natasha and Natasha wanted to be possessed by you.

“Fuck right there daddy, harder.”

You easily obliged slamming your hips into her harder. She was definitely going to feel this in the morning and you were counting on it.

"Look at you, the famous Black Widow reduced to nothing more than daddy's slut a play thing I get to use whenever I want. I wonder what your team would think if they could see you now. Dripping and begging for daddys dick."

High pitched whimpers started from Natasha but you couldn't help your smug grin.

"Awe my little slut is turned on by the thought of being caught. You want the whole world to know how well you behave for daddy?"

Goosebumps ran through Natasha's body as you rapidly hit the sweetspot inside her.

"Daddy."

She moaned loudly as she tightened her grip on the sink.

"Fuck daddy I'm gonna cum. God this pussy is yours daddy make me cum."

Letting out a slightly heavy breath of your own you bite down on Natasha's ear before responding.

“Go ahead princess cum whenever you’re ready.”

Natasha’s mouth opens in a silent cry as her second orgasm ripped through her body, slowing to a stop while keeping Natasha close the room is filled with the sound yall’s collective hard breathing. Natasha turns her head to face you and as she ghosts a kiss over your lips, she whispers something you thought you’d never hear from the red headed woman.

“I love you.”

The words genuinely catch you off guard and as if the words broke the ice, you finally allowed yourself to feel everything you had been trying to hide. Two sole tears fell from your eyes, you could tell by the look of concern that washed over Natasha’s face, but you just lightly place your lips against hers in probably one of the rawest moments of your emotions and whisper back.

“I love you too.”

Your moment is ruined when the jiggle of the doorknob alerts you someone else is trying to get into restroom. Lifting off Natasha she can’t help the light whine at the loss of contact. Shaking your head with a smile on your face you slowly pull out of Natasha knowing she was probably sensitive. A light squeak comes out of the red head as you fully seperate from the woman. Tucking your strap back in before fixing your pants as best you could you pull at the paper towels on the wall drying your pants as much as possible. Natasha slowly brings her leg down off the counter still leaning most of her body weight over it. Fixing her underwear which were ruined she allows her dress to fall back over her lower half. Looking in the mirror her makeup was not too bad. Her lipstick gone due to your kisses, but her foundation remained set and you had surprisingly kept yourself from pulling her hair, so her bun wasn’t even out of place. Yet her legs were shaky unsurprisingly so and the bruises from your grip on her hips were showing because of how low the back of her dress was cut. Natasha bit her lip at the sight of her hips but shook her head in an attempt to clear her mind. She wasn’t going to be able to walk normally that much was for sure so as you turn around and see her wobbly leg attempt at standing you can’t help the laugh that escapes you.

“Awe princess did daddy fuck you too good?”

A smirk appeared on the red heads face as you appeared next to her to help her stand.

“Always. Now take me home so I can get those clothes off you.”

Chuckling at her eagerness you prepare yourself. Making sure your suit looks nice you only hope the darkness of the party is enough for people not to notice. Wrapping a firm grip around Natasha's waist you help her walk getting to the door you pull the knife you had lodged there for extra security before unlocking and opening the door. The waitress who you assumed was trying to get in the bathroom eyes go wide.

"Sorry she had a bit much to drink."

Nodding the woman doesn't second guess your excuse, and you interally sigh greatful that she wasn't keen enough to notice how freshly fucked Natasha was.

"Could you go tell Tony I'm gonna take her home and sorry I had to bail early."

Nodding the woman turns heading straight towards the direction of Tony's table. Still holding Natasha you turn heading towards the exit once you were outside the cold air cut through your clothing. Getting the red head in the car before hopping in the driver seat yourself you turn and smile at the woman to your right. The smile she returns is soft and a sweet hand reaches over to rub your cheek.

"I love you."

For the second time feelings shoot to your surface causing a genuine smile to spread across your face. Starting the car and pulling off your hand. falls into its natural spot holding the inside of Natasha's left thigh.

"I love you too."

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omg sorry im the anon who picked too many spices i’m so sorry 😭😭 so let me try again: wine for yuuta, ingredient 53, and spice 8 10 11?

good for you

People said all bad things about him, how he wasn’t good for you, he was going to toy with you, he was someone you needed to stay away from, but that wasn’t true.

meal order: wine + 53 (bad boy good girl au) + 8, 10 (dumbification, begging kink)

warnings: nsfw content, fingering, dumbification, begging kink, slight voyeurism, slight corruption kink, bad boy! yuuta, unedited fic

note: soooo anon...i hope you like this, this is my first yuta fic and i was really nervous i was gonna mess this up, sheesh, hope you like it and thank you for the request! have some wine~

masterlist !

You were so good for him – it made sense you were his favorite.

The moment you felt his cold fingers graze under your shirt, fingers lightly tugging at the clasps of your bra as a promise of what was to come next, you shuddered from his touch. You leaned back to his body, your hand clutching his that was gripping your thigh.

“Yuta,” you bit your lip to hold back a moan, his expert hands sliding down your inner thighs to brush over your clothed cunt, teasing you to no end. “We-we shouldn’t.”

“And why not?” his husky voice sent shivers down your spine, and you gasped as his fingers tugged your panties away. He’d barely even touched you, yet you were soaking wet for him already. Two of his fingers slipped past your folds easily and you clamped down as he scissored you, finally releasing your bra and easing it off your shoulders. “They won’t know. We’re just studying, remember?”

Your relationship with Yuta was complicated, to say the least. Last month, your homeroom teacher assigned you to tutor him, and your eyes widened because the last person you expected to see was the notorious Okkotsu Yuta who barely attended school, preferring to live life in his own way.

He looked scary then; dark circles hanging heavily under amused eyes, slicked back hair that shone under the sunlight, and a half-sneer as an excuse for a smile.

He terrified you, until he didn’t. Contrary to what people said about him, how he wasn’t good for you, he was going to toy with you, he was someone you needed to stay away from, you never thought that way about Yuta. And he knew this too; he took advantage of your unconditional kindness, basking in your shy, soft touches and stuttering during study sessions whenever he stared at you a little longer than you expected.

You were so fucking cute he just couldn’t keep his hands off of you. He blamed you for it, really. He wouldn’t have been this addicted to the quiet, timid girl who followed rules and apologized way too much than necessary if you weren’t such a good girl for him.

But you were so cute, so curious and innocent that Yuta, being the more responsible and experienced one between the both of you, just had to give in to your pleas. Soon, your shy touches became eager ones, grinding on his thigh with your hands tugging at his collar while you begged for a kiss. You were so pretty too, always so ready and wanting for him, but oh, everything was different when you begged.

If he thought you were pretty before, it was nothing compared to when you begged.

Innocent eyes gazing up at him under thick lashes, small hands wrapped around the thick base of his cock, your pretty red lips begging to taste him – you were at your prettiest when you were begging for him, and how could he deny you?

It was because you were so good for him that he Yuta wasn’t selfish when it came to pleasing you, his cock hardening when your head fell back on his shoulders, lips open as wantons flooded through your lips. “Shh,” he chuckled with a kiss to your lips, his fingers pumping in and out of you until you were dripping down on his palm, the sopping sounds of your pussy nearly embarrassing. “You don’t want to be loud, baby, your parents will hear you.”

At the possibility of getting caught, your eyes widened, and you slapped your palm over your mouth to hide your sinful moans. Yuta’s eyes darkened as you trembled in his arms, trying so hard to be a good girl and keep your reputation, but the way you grinded down onto his fingers told a different story.

“Y-Yuta,” you cried out, reaching up to capture his lips in a kiss. He swallowed your moans while his other hand gripped your thighs tighter, your ass barely grazing his painful erection. “I need more, please, will you-will you-?”

“What do you want, baby? I can’t give it to you if you don’t tell me.”

Yuta smirked when you whimpered in his hold, your hips pumping up and down as you rode his fingers. It felt good, but it wasn’t enough. You knew he could give you more, and Yuta would gladly do anything for you as long as you said it.

The sight of you cumming all over his fingers, tits perked from under your shirt yet still looking so innocent from your shirt skirt – he could cum in his pants just watching you. But he held it all in, fully aware that you wanted him inside you, though your shyness still remained. Ironic, really, since Yuta had already lost count of the times he had to stuff your panties down your mouth as he dragged you to the nearest empty classroom, making you cum either just on his tongue or cock alone.

He figured he’d have ruined you by now, but you were just so good, such an innocent, pretty little thing that the mere mention of his dick had you flustered.

“Yuta, I can’t – you-you know what I mean,” you palmed him through his pants. Yuta hissed at how you pulled his cock out free from his confines, the warmth of your hand wrapping around his cock, the tip already flushed and red.

He gripped your wrist and pulled you towards him, resting your ass just above his cock. A dark look crossed his face when he saw you inhale sharply as he rubbed his tip all over your lips, your pink panties tugged all the way to the side, the material loosely clinging onto the fat of your flesh.

“Is this what you want,” he teased, hands placed on a tight grip of your hips as he slowly sank you down his length. He reveled at how you slowly lost yourself, thighs quaking, and it was just only the tip. “Do you deserve it, baby? Have you been a good girl for me that you think you deserve to feel good?”

“Yes, yes, of course!”

Your eyes were focused on the remaining length of his cock that wasn’t buried in you, and you were so needy, so fucking wet and horny that you wiggled your hips, a slight whine echoing from the room when Yuta only tightened his hips on you as a warning. “Don’t move,” he growled lowly, and like the good girl you were, you complied, bottom lip jutted out. “You don’t get to sit on my lap when you don’t beg hard enough for it, baby.”

“But, oh,” you tried to say, your words cut off when Yuta suddenly gripped your ass down all the way down his length in one go, your ass flat on his thighs.

Both of you groaned at the feeling of him buried deep inside you; you could feel him pulsing inside your heat already. Unsatisfied with your silence, Yuta slapped your ass, forcing you to look at him.

He was perfectly content with you cockwarming him; he could jack himself off later, but he knew you couldn’t satisfy yourself – not when your needy little cunt always wanted to be stuffed full with his dick.

“My parents are downstairs,” you tried to reason, though your actions betrayed your words as you dug your nails on his shoulders, eyes closed from the pleasure. Yuta gave small, slow thrusts, the movement just enough to scrape at your walls, almost as if to mock you that you could’ve had an orgasm by now if you just complied. “I-if they hear, they’re going to get mad, and they’ll find out that—”

“They’re going to find out what?” he thrusted his hips into yours sharply until your skirt was bunched all over your ass, his hands rough and hungry while he kept you in place. Your moans filled the room, and Yuta gripped one of your legs to press on your sides, thigh-high socks teasing and plumping up the flesh of your legs. “That their sweet, innocent daughter isn’t such a good girl after all? Look at you, walking around in school wearing that. You’re always begging to be fucked, baby.”

You didn’t deny him because his words were true, and soon Yuta had you choking in your own breath. He wanted to make you beg, to go down on your knees just to show him you deserved it, but you clenched down on him so hard that he lost himself too.

Yuta pulled you in for a heated kiss, his strong hands wrapping your legs around his waist before dropping you both down on the bed.

He didn’t bother pulling his shirt off, only jumping out of his slacks before he found home in between your legs. Yuta chuckled at how fucked out you were before him, teeth deep into one of your stuffed toys while he kept fucking into you.

He fell forward, hands planted beside your head, his dick scraping against the warm walls of your pussy.

You were close; he could feel it. Yuta picked up his pace and started littering lovemarks on your neck, somewhere people could see his markings and to claim you as his good girl.

You were such a good girl for him, letting him pump himself into you in a rough pace until you could no longer hold back your moans. “Yuta, Yuta, god, you-you feel so good, right there, oh,” you were a mess on his cock, drool collecting from your pillow and tongue lolled out.

He found you so pretty, so gorgeous and so good; screaming his name like that even as your parents called out to ask if you were fine just because you knew he liked it when you said his name while you were stuffed with his cock.

“Come on, baby,” he gripped your waist this time, not slowing down for a moment as his thrusts grew sloppy. Yuta’s dick twitched and pulsed harder inside you when your walls hugged him tightly, sucking him in too deep that he was hitting your most sensitive spots. “You’re close, aren’t you? You want to cum on my cock? Beg for it, come on.”

“Yuta, Yuta, please please please, want to cum on your cock, want you to fill me up,” your back arched when he hit your g-spot, your vision turning white for a moment. “Fuck, fuck, Yuta, fuck me good – please, I want you, there, please!”

His dick only further hardened upon hearing such dirty words fall from your pretty lips. You were begging so good for him, following his orders and making him feel good with your pretty pussy – how could he deny you? People said all bad things about him, how he wasn’t good for you, he was going to toy with you, he was someone you needed to stay away from, but that wasn’t true.

He kept fucking into you until you were creaming onto his cock, his name falling like a prayer on your wet mouth, losing all your sanity and comprehension when he spills inside you, your cum dripping down your ass.

Yuta chuckled before leaning down to kiss his pretty girl, so good for him, but what they didn’t know was that the bad boy was just as good for you, and he never failed to make you feel good.

They called him a bad boy, labeled him all sorts of things, warned you so much of the dangers he brought.

Everyone was just simply unaware how he good he was for you.

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