#I GUESS MY WRIST FUCKING UP PUT ME FURTHER BACK THAN I THOUGHT

[dhmis-autism]

SORRY. JUST REALIZED I ORIGINALLY SKETCHED THE STUFF FROM THAT LAST WIP POST IN. MARCH.

GODDDD...

#I GUESS MY WRIST FUCKING UP PUT ME FURTHER BACK THAN I THOUGHT #but also like. i was JUST talking about it in chat. i have a comic about the Three Of Them that i wrote in a frenzy in FEBUARY. #by the time i rewrote the dialogue and figured out the ending it was SEVEN FUCKING PAGES. SOLID. #OF JUST SCRIPT. #I STILL HAVENT EVEN FINISHED SKETCHING IT. YOU GUYS ARE NOT SEEING THAT SHIT UNTIL 2024 #sometimes an idea of them will grasp me and i will just write the script out in the middle of the night #I realistically. dont even know if you guys are gonna like my scripted stuff. #the first scripted thing i wrote was a yellow&duck comic that im STILL SKETCHING BACKGROUNDS ON #i could be really bad at writing for them. i could totally not get them at all. #but hey! #we'll see when we see I guess #BUT YEAH UH. SORRY FOR LITERALLY ALL I POST BEING WIPS NOWADAYS I AM JUST WORKING ON LIKE 5 DIFFERENT DRAWINGS AT ONCE #STILL TRYING TO GET MY SPRING STUFF DONE. AND ITS ALMOST FALL. SO :] #I JUST CARE SO MUCH ABT THOSE PUPPETS DAWG I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS FOR THEM #I HAVE!!! EVEN MORE DRAWINGS THAT I JUST HAVENT SHARED!!! bc i either made them for something real specific in the discord #or bc theyre phone doodles and i dont think theyre that great. or bc i made them just for a friend and thats like. theirs now kjdhkjdfhs #a lotta times once i finish drawing smth for a friend ill just never post it bft. so its just like. for that one thing and nothing else #ANYWAYS HAPPY 3 AM IM FORCING MYSELF TO GO TO BED #AND I STILL HAVE THE ANIMATIONS #AND THE FANART FOR LIKE 5 FICS I WANNA DO #OHHH GOD CMONNN BRO IM NEVER FINISHING ANYTHING #my postings

[fillinforlater]

Eleven to One: Scandalous Shooting

Male Reader x Ahn Yujin

Length: 3140 words

Tags: quickie sex, semi-public sex, might get caught, sex toys, toy use in public, a tiny bit of feet kink/admiration, standing sex, from behind, hard sex, very wet, very close to squirting, very close to losing your career, megalomaniac!you

TW: semi-public sex, I guess lol

Inspiration: the GIF below. Pure sex.

Credt: @sooyadelicacies, my wonderful co-writer in this series. You can find more parts here!

(A/N: After almost three weeks, I'm finally back! Eleven to One is far from being over, view this as sort of an interlude with a big plot point and some nice, good fun with our hot af Ahn Yujin. Enjoy!)

“Excited for my new shoot? Yujin has sent a video.”

#

"Fuck you dumb bitch, suck it just like that." 

Your cock was currently slamming the throat of a gagging Kim Chaewon for what could be between one minute and one hour, anything in between really, but either way, her salvation has just arrived. You pull out of her huffing and puffing mouth and with no further thought wasted on the training session, you prepare to leave.

"What? Where are you going asshole?" Chaewon shouts, baffled, furious, most importantly baffled when you instantly have your hands around her neck and glare down at her, petite and small, kneeling on the floor, one could almost mistake her for a good girl. Chaewon is not yet there though.

"My desire and cock is needed elsewhere. You're not a priority, only a cheap convenience. Yujin is demanding my attention, rather, I demand her body right now." 

Chaewon's face further contorts to a scowl, as you expected. There is the spirit to fight, fight back, fight you, fight whoever opposes her. This spirit is slowly but surely bending to your will and the best part about it: Chaewon has no clue. 

"I'm better than she is..."

Left to right, you cross her messed up face with your cock and scoff at how pitifully desperate her expression is. A little fingering with Minju, a quick blowjob, a facefuck, and she is already demanding you to stay; over your beloved girlfriend, mind you.

"Don't kid yourself, Chaewon." You get your hand in her hair, comb it then mess it up again. "You are so far behind, it's not even funny to compare yourself to her. Like I said: not a priority.

"Minmin, I need you to tie her up. Chaewon's been bad again."

"Yes Daddy!" Minju says naked before you, she is always in the next room, ready to adhere to your commands with glee and joy, even as she puts ropes around her friends ankles and wrists.

"Oh and Minju,” you add, pants not yet around your waist. “How about you suck me off and I'll blast it all over Chaewon's face before I leave. If you are fast, I’ll allow you to lick it off of her too." 

Minju’s eyes brighten and she nods furiously. Soon she’ll nod on your cock.

#

It always fascinates you how easy it is to get into certain areas as long as you look determined and wear the appropriate attire. You dart into the building where Yujin currently still had her shooting for the 1000th magazine her stunning face will be featured on.

Is this an issue for you? No. Yujin is yours, ready to go the extra mile for you every single day. She accepts your craziest desires, the family of lustful friends around the two of you, hell, she risks her entire hard earned career and reputation for you. No reason to mistrust her or be envious because people get to see her face or shoulder or feet—

Okay, this is where you draw the line. Yujin just looks too good; her curvy, willing body on the drawer, hair done to tempting perfection, gaze full of sex and then she sticks her bare feet out. You have to stop it, though it's already on camera, they can’t have more of that.

Behind a group of staff members you come to a halt. Get on your toes and look over their heads to find Yujin, in talks with the director. You hear whispers about some reshoots, Yujin handles the small, direct criticisms like a professional. Of course your eyes also drop from her face to her hips, then even lower to her feet, which are currently hidden in two ugly slippers.

Blending in with the crowd, you make a mental note to speed up plans for your next merger, which is right around the corner, only some stupid, posh guys in suits hesitating, because they don’t want to lose face to Hyewon’s non-nonsense negotiation tactics. After this final chess move, there is no more sneaking around after that. It's a checkmate for any and every doubt. Nothing can stop your fantasies from coming true.

You wait for Yujin to notice you, but then grow impatient. Tapping on your pants pocket, you push a button and notice from a distance a twitch of pleasure on her face as she quickly scans the room to find you.

Perfect, she still has it on her. Whenever Yujin goes out, she has the option to take a small bullet vibrator from her purse and use it to relieve some stress or make a boring schedule more fun. The vibrator is connected with both your and her phone, so you can always test if she knows that you are nearby—and also have your way with her, of course.

Yujin’s libido is great enough for such a bold move and of course she has found you immediately, but instead of going straight towards you, she continues her duty. After all, the reshoots have to continue.

"This scene right here, on top of the drawer," the director says. Yujin gets into position, and thank God she kicks off the slippers.

You lick your lips a little before turning into a scowl. You push the button again, only this time on a higher setting. If you arrived, you were the top priority, not some wannabe director having his eyes look at the most sex-oozing woman to ever walk on this earth. Watching Yujin squirm, you decide to pull out your phone and make a call. The call.

"Hyewon, plans have changed. I want the merger motion to go forward right now. I'm done waiting." 

"Yes, Master!" 

You only had to wait as you watched Yujin continue to try and control herself under the power of the toy inside her. As the minutes and poses went on, it became harder for her to withstand the buzzing pleasure, though the constant background noise has everyone except you blissfully unaware of the vibrators presence. You have to admit, waiting is the thing you hate the most in this world, but with Yujin on the edge, in public, right before your eyes, it’s more than bearable.

"Miss Ahn, is everything okay?" the cameraman asks, worried and puzzled by Yujin's expressions and the increasing redness on her cheek.

"Hm? Oh yeah, I'm gu-ud. Should I try a different pose?"

"How about you put your legs up on it, like you did earlier?" the director suggests. 

When it comes to poses, magazine shoots, and being in front of the camera in general, Yujin is a goddess in every aspect. Cute, thrilling, hot, seductive, cool, she can do it all—and today she decided to give the people what they want.

This tease cannot go unpunished. You continue to let the vibrator do its thing on a low setting to not elicit any unwanted moans and just wet her crotch more and more. It might not be noticeable on the black dress, but she is about to soak it, let her juices run down her legs and pool at her marvelous feet. You are insatiable, not even stopping when she looks at you with begging puppy eyes—

Yujin is at your mercy; only you can get her out of this.

A message from Hyewon lights up your phone. It is done, Master. Well spoken, she must have really pushed those otherwise tenacious executives around hard to get it done this quickly. Smiling, you decide to make your presence known, startling the crew. 

"Mr. Director, you should be getting a phone call any moment now, I'm here to supervise the rest of this shoot. You're all doing wonderful, but I want to make sure Yujin's health is prioritized. Could we go for a lunch break now?"

"Sir, who are you—" The shrill ring of his phone interrupts the bewildered director, though his bewilderment only increases with every second the phone call continues. He hastily runs from set to set, gathering staff members, phone still pressed to his cheek.

"What have you done now?" Yujin snarls, her body not on the drawer anymore, unstable next to you. She grabs your suit, but elect to You ignore her and watch the staff flock out, the directors face full with sweat, an apologetic gesture towards you.

"So-sorry, Sir, we of course take the health of the idols very seriously. I didn't know you were managing her."

"It's alright," you say reassuringly, hand in a pocket, and in the thrill of the moment, you push the vibrator to the strongest setting. "Are you~ alright, Miss Ahn?"

Yujin cries out, her shriek startling the director. He tries to react quickly, but you put on your sternest, most serious face, really, the feat of a great actor, though that is par for the course in your business. 

"Lets not waste any time. Mr. Director .I'll need everybody off the set. I'd rather not have anyone see Miss Ahn like this. Thanks for your understanding."

"I-I, of course, I'll—"

The director throws his hands in the air. His face is pale, he is unsure where to run, left, right; he needs time to catch himself and find the exit as does everyone else. He closes the door with an apologetic bow and you can hear him shout in panic and frustration.

"How the hell did you do that?" Yujin mumbles, her hands on your side to keep herself upright. Look down to find her legs drenched in her own juices, the dress ruined, her hair in a wild mane.

You lick your lips. 

"Oh baby girl, you're mine now. I had Hyewon seal the deal. I bought your company, which means, personally and professionally, every part of you belongs to me."

Yujin's puppy eyes have never been bigger—except for maybe the time you first penetrated her tight pussy—though this time you find it hard to make out any clear thought she might have; is it pure bewilderment at the boldness and timing of your move? Is it anger because you purposefully got her into trouble, took things too far, just because you could? Or is it—

"Now what?" Yujin grits her teeth and looks to the wet floor. "This was too risky! Reporters will ask questions, some are going to spy on you, rumors will spread—they will find it out! You can't hide this forever."

You gently rake your hand through Yujin's raven hair and watch her toes tense up. Her entire body radiates tension, stress, like she can see everything crumble. The future looks bleak, nothing but darkness. The ‘young you’ can relate strongly, the bottom is usually dark—but as long as you fight, you'll reach the light. Even in the poorest of areas, someone is able to reach for the stars and create a better place for himself, his family.

A better place, even better than what you believed was already perfect.

"Trust me, Yujin," you coo to her and gently pull her hair back to look down at that concerned face of a beautiful goddess. "This is going to lead to moments greater than you could've ever dreamed of."

She looks at you with a swirl of conflicted emotions, but you don't let her dwell on it for too long as you move in to kiss her, prodding your tongue into her mouth too. You subtly position your left hand's fingers near her wet snatch.

"We don't have—"

"—a lot of time," the two of you whisper simultaneously. It's teamwork, alright, how she finishes your sentence with her needy voice, how you hike up her dress while she fiddles with your zipper, how you both find a bit of cover in the far corner of the room. If someone were to come in, you'd at least not be seen, but by the way Yujin squirms when you pull at the cord of the oval vibrator, her voice will make the situation blatantly obvious, even for a blind person.

"You need to stay quiet," you growl in Yujin's neck while you still try to get the plug out of her tight cunt. "This is some serious business, don't disappoint me. Do it like you did last year, on the red carpet.

"Why the fuck—"

The vibrator is still stuck inside her, the walls of Yujin's pussy clamp around it, not ready to let go of the pleasure the constant vibration brings. If it wasn't for your arm around her waist, Yujin would've dropped to the floor already. She is unable to resist it, it's deep inside her, it's snuck and comfortable. 

A conflict for you, for her: Can you really let her cum just like this again? It would not be the great, immediate release for your cock you were looking for, but the humiliation, Yujin's embarrassment would make you ascend to a new level of all-powerfulness. It's the same for her, just the other way around. It seems that she has made up her mind before you though:

"Daddy please, you-you need to leave… let me finish the shoot and—" 

But you keep kissing her neck. 

"Baby girl," you growl. "Either you cum on my cock after I pound your tight little pussy or I turn that toy in you on maximum for the rest of the day. You'll squirt like a fucking fountain, make a mess and then what? What will the headlines say then?" 

"Daddy, please! At home… I'll do whatever you want, just not here."

"You know it already don't you, baby girl? I'm your salvation—my cock is your salvation—with it inside your walls, it will keep your cum from spilling out and save you from becoming breaking news."

This much convincing, with Yujin convulsing, is really confusing, but in the end, she is unable to conceal her desire for you to plug her. Her neediness is an issue and your neediness is the solution.

There is no need or time for a blowjob, you are ready to enter right away, so you grab as much of the black dress as you can and pull it up. Yujin's help would be appreciated, but the horny thing can barely stand on her own, both her hands on your back to find security.

"You're the prettiest when you are this needy, baby girl," you tell her as her large, watery eyes are unable to look anywhere but you. A couple of tears spill over, then down her cheeks when she finally presses out the vibrator from her pussy. "Get your leg up here, on this couch." 

The angle is perfect, your throbbing cock aligned—you still need to dive in her delicious full lips with that strawberry flavor to deafen her moans. The dive was almost too late, the draw of her cunt is too strong for your manhood to resist, and of course you fill her fully.

"God, you're so tight, you're always tighter when you're so needy.” Your words come pouring out when you disconnect your lips from hers; it’s like disconnecting from the world and ascending to a place of unknown, unbound, unending power. “I get it now. These shoots, these long and stressful hours. You're so hard working baby girl, but now we can fuck anytime. Isn't that a good thing?" 

You thrust harshly and stroke Yujin’s pretty hair. Anytime, anywhere, it all doesn’t matter anymore. What it matters is you in her, above her, all over her. This is what your love is "Tell Daddy how it feels."

"Y-you're so greedy," Yujin huffs out, even after years of almost daily pussy pounding she is unable to control her breathing during sex. "Where, fuck, where will this end?"

"Answer my question, baby. And keep your moans down. I might make you cum, erupt like a pent up volcano. I can already feel the tsunami building up. Admit that you want me this greedy, because nothing can satisfy—"

"Fuck, okay, okay." Yujin grabs the sleeve of your suit with one hand and your nape with the other. "Daddy, own me. My entire life, my career, my social circle—take it." Her eyes are daggers, then a concoction of bliss, devotion and insurmountable expectations. "Take re-responsibility, and I'll be the best baby girl ever."

"You'll be that either way."

Slam her against one of these many thin, unstable decorative background walls, watch it sway dangerously backwards, but fuck her with the same recklessness as before. Yujin's teeth dig into her lower lip, her body losing all it's grip, except for the grip of her cunt, which you have fucked from every angle, sure, but standing has her the tightest. At least, you believe it right now—maybe it's the setting, the chance to get caught, the career ending thrill.

"I'm your good girl, good girl, Daddy, I—"

"Go on and cum. My cock will save you."

A fleeting moment, a moment of silence, no movement, as if time itself freezes. A moment where Yujin truly is powerless, where she can't just walk out and break up with you or throw everything away and live a different life. She is about to scream her orgasm out, and with her arms uselessly hanging on the sides of her convulsing, climaxing, prime body, nothing but you can stop her from getting caught.

And she submits herself to it, the scream never making it to anyone as you silence her with a strong palm on her luscious lips. Yujin shakes and shakes, only hints of juices making their way past your shaft, your base. She is plugged and both her legs and dress are saved—at least from being ruined entirely.

The orgasm continues in waves. Yujin's eyes water, her moans echo back, her knees melt like ice cream in the summer—she has to admit, she is waiting for your cream inside her, though it never comes.

"Good girl," you coo to her and start fixing her hair while still balls deep in her cunt. "I have some spare panties for you. Don't worry, I soaked them in some perfume, they won't smell anything. Remember, Daddy is right here. Just follow my lead."

"Y-yes." Out of breath is an understatement. You suffocated the poor girl to the point of exhaustion. Maybe that is the point, to make her look exhausted, weak, hell, she can barely walk. You support her, watch her put on the panties, swipe away some messed up makeup that would look too wild, too suspicious. 

"Hook your arm underneath mine," you tell her. "I'll tell them your ankle is hurt, that we'll go to a doctor, something like that."

"Daddy, why do you go through such lengths for, for this?"

You grin and look down at your girlfriend, mere moments before the photography director comes rushing back onto the set.

"Why are you so tight whenever we might get caught doing this?"

#kpop smut #female idol smut #girl group smut #male reader insert #izone smut #ive smut #male reader smut #yujin smut #ahn yujin smut

[jenosbigtoe]

Dom renjun who after finding out ur a fan and finding the smut fanfics of him littered through ur phone decides to put them to reality.. 🤭

mdni. nsfw 18+

pairing: best friend’s brother!idol!huang renjun x reader

warnings: brother’s best friend au, fellatio, cumeating, unprotected sex

“his temptation…. huang renjun x reader. warnings: smut, blowj-“

“RENJUN WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING WITH MY PHONE?” your blood runs cold at the sight of your best friend’s older brother holding your phone and reading aloud whatever is on the screen.

he gives you a sideways glance and smirks while he continues to read. “blowjobs, cum eating, reverse cowgirl, unprotected sex—oh my, i didn’t know little y/n was such a freak.”

you scramble to jump on top of him and wrestle the phone out of his grip as tears of embarrassment well up in your eyes. “renjun please give me my phone back. i can explain.”

while you are still on top of him, struggling to yank the phone out of his hands as he pulls it further away from you, he flips you over and pins you down to the couch. he throws the phone somewhere across the room and grabs you by the wrists to keep you from struggling. you squirm against his grip and kick at his legs but he’s too strong.

“renjun, just let me go, please. this is already so embarrassing.” you beg, stray tears slipping down your face.

“aw poor baby i thought you wanted this? from the amount of ‘huang renjun’ nsfw fanfictions i saw on your phone, i mean.” he leans down to kiss the shell of your ear. you shiver.

“no… n-no! let me go!” you kick and struggle to escape from beneath him but to no avail. he continues to pepper kisses up and down your face and neck, causing a heat to build up in your core.

“you know, i always thought you were the cutest little thing ever. but you just always seemed so uninterested in me, even when all of my sister’s other friends hit on me. who would’ve guessed my sister’s shy best friend was secretly a freak,” he teases you and licks a stripe up your neck.

“shut up! not true,” you whine.

he hums, before locking his lips with yours, kissing you like you’d never been kissed before. he sucks on your lip and uses his tongue to explore your mouth. you moan into the kiss, finally relaxing underneath him. he lets go of your wrists to run his hands through your hair and caress your face gently. kissing him was heavenly, so much better than anything you could’ve imagined reading your fanfics.

he starts to grind his hardening bulge against your core. “baby is this okay?” he pulls away to ask. you chase after his lips, nodding your head vigorously yes. this was your biggest dream coming true and you couldn’t get enough. you were intoxicated on him.

still kissing you like his career depended on it, he removed his shirt, his jeans, and finally his boxers. you start taking off your shirt and shorts, leaving you in just your little panties and bra. he starts stroking himself, his cock growing painfully hard.

he pulls away. “please, baby, if i don’t do something about my cock, i think i might explode.”

he goes to remove your panties but you stop him. “no, let me help you out first.”

“are you sure baby?” he asks.

“just trust me junnie.” you push against his chest and force him to sit upright while you sink to your knees in front of him. his heart squeezes at the childhood nickname you’d always called him.

you eye his red hot cock in front of you, tip already drooling and veins along the shaft ready to pop. you lick a long stripe up his shaft from base to tip, gathering the precum on your tongue. his head falls back as he groans in delight. you kiss the tip before sinking your lips down his cock, taking in as much as you could. his cock was hot and heavy in your mouth, just as delicious as you’d always imagined. you bob your head up and down the shaft, quickening your pace as you continue to suck and lick on his cock. you stick your tongue out to lick the veins running down the underside of his shaft as you let your drool drip down his shaft. you use your hands to wrap around the base and twist them up and down as you bobbed your head.

the sounds he makes from above are so lewd, he can’t hold it in. he’s whiny and he bucks his hips against your face. his pants and moans make you feel so powerful, like you out of millions of his fans were the lucky one to see him like this.

“f-fuck, baby you’re so good at this, shit,” he groaned breathlessly. “m so close, fuck.”

as you continue bobbing your head down his shaft and stroking him up and down at the base at the same time, you can feel his cock violently twitch. you take as much of his cock down your throat as possible, your nose pressed against his pelvis and his cock bottomed out in your throat. his hips jerk as he shot his hot load down your throat, bucking into your face as he rides out his orgasm.

when his hips stop jerking, you pull off his cock with a lewd pop, a string of saliva still connecting you to the tip. you look up at his fucked out face and open your mouth to reveal his milky load still in your mouth before you swallow.

he grins down at you. “better than fanfiction?”

#nct dream smut #nct smut #nct dream x reader #nct dream #nct x reader #huang renjun x reader #renjun x reader #renjun smut #huang renjun #renjun

[save-the-villainous-cat]

hey, me again!

I raise you: hero/villain where one shows up to the battle already injured and the other one is very offended because how dare you fight anyone else you cheater

“You little cheater,” the villain whispered, eyeing the injury with something close to compassion, yet possessiveness. They moved the hero’s jacket to the side and pushed them a little forward, observing their bleeding back. It wasn’t pretty but the villain had seen them in worse conditions. “Got shot by a coward.”

“Maybe I was the coward for running away.” The villain let out a sigh and tilted their head. The hero looked frustrated in a suspicious way. As if they were hiding something.

“We both know there’s nothing further from the truth than that.” They took a step back and looked around the alley. With astounding annoyance, they realised that it was jealousy they were feeling. Jealousy. Overwhelming abundances of jealousy.

It wasn’t the fact that someone had hurt the hero. That wasn’t the goal, that wasn’t what they were chasing after. It was the fact that they had a deep, fleshy relationship that was complicated and something they usually didn’t acknowledge. Neither of them.

And that someone dared to come close to that, someone dared to hurt the hero. Dared to kill them.

Thankfully, the hero didn’t seem too miserable. But that was to be expected, wasn’t it? That was to be expected from someone who had grown up fighting, someone who didn’t seem to know anything beside that. Both were fools when it came to that. Fighting every single day. No breaks. No family.

The villain let their thumb follow the hero’s cheekbone, smearing blood across their face but the hero grabbed their wrist.

“I don’t need your compassion,” they said coldly. They didn’t move the villain’s hand though.

“No,” the villain agreed. “You want it, though.”

The hero scowled and let go of the villain’s wrist. Disapproval went over their face. And they looked frustrated.

Disoriented. They took a few steps back and their breathing got heavier. They put a hand on the wall to stabilise themselves.

“Fucking hell…” they gasped.

“Some medical attention wouldn’t hurt.”

“Smart-ass.” The villain rolled their eyes.

They grabbed the hero’s jacket and helped them out of it. The hero wasn’t protesting but they were cursing quietly every now and then.

“I can’t believe you’re fighting other people.” It was meant to be sarcastic. Because, obviously, the villain wasn’t supposed to care about that.

“I thought we had an open relationship,” the hero answered. The villain couldn’t help but smile. They hadn’t expected the hero to go along with it.

“We don’t. Put your hands on the wall.”

The hero did.

“Oh. Then I’m really sorry, my love.” The villain stopped for a second, their hands floating over the wound. They were supposed to be the angry one. But the hero, they were…melancholic? The villain didn’t know.

Before the villain could lose themselves fully to this thought spiral, they put their fingers around the wound, trying to find any broken bones underneath the many layers of skin.

Unsurprisingly, the hero hissed.

“You should see one of your medics. Being a hero doesn’t mean you can walk around with a bullet in your back all day.”

“Eh, should be fine. I can still walk,” the hero answered. They turned around.

“You being in emotional distress doesn’t help the situation,” the villain noted. God, poor hero.

“Well, I got shot. I guess that caused it.” The villain stared at them, unimpressed by the dishonesty.

The hero had been shot a million times throughout their career. The villain had seen their reactions to it. They were getting used to it.

Which was horrifying in its own way.

“And who pulled the trigger?” The hero looked at the ground. “A friend?”

“…yeah, best friend,” the hero mumbled.

“Do you want me to take care of the wound?”

“Yes, please.”

#some sidekick watching them: 😑 they’re at it again jfc #writing snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroxvillain snippet #heroes and villains #hero #villain #hero x villain #heroxvillain #an answer for an ask #request

[onlyhuis]

behave!

member | jeonghan x f reader genre | smut word count | 2.1k synopsis | you like misbehaving, and jeonghan likes putting you in your place. even more so when you know you're being filmed. smut warnings | descriptions of female anatomy, mean dom jeonghan, hannie is a sadist but reader is a masochist so it works out, hate sex (spoiler: it's pretend!), heavy degredation mixed with praise, oral (reader receiving), some fingering, edging, one (1) ruined orgasm, sexual acts on camera, choking, marking, begging, spitting in reader's mouth, reader is a capital b Brat, some borderline pet play (??), maybe kinda bulge kink but only for a second, nicknames (slut, whore, bitch, puppy, angel, good girl), hannie is called sir a couple times, everything is shown to be consensual beforehand!! implied established relationship, aftercare, playful banter between hannie & reader, the ending is soft :) notes | this is payback for @duhnova and @onlymingyus because i love torturing you both. i wish i had more notes to say about this but i literally wrote it at 3am after i told yall i was going to sleep oopsies (also tagging @lovelyhan because you need to suffer too!!)

“smile for the camera, baby,” jeonghan grins mischievously, holding his phone in one hand as he traces his fingers over your stomach.

“fuck you, jeonghan!”

he tsks, index finger circling around your belly button. “you won’t get to, not with that attitude.”

you stay silent and give him a glare, watching as his fingers slowly travel lower, ghosting over your skin. he’s teasing, and both of you know it. but although there’s nothing you can do to stop it, you don’t even really want to.

he presses his hand flat against your stomach and automatically you let out a whimper, feeling the tension already beginning to build in your core and you’re not even halfway undressed yet. he relishes in your involuntary sounds, knowing that no matter how you pout and pretend to be angry with him and try to hide them from him, he knows your body like the back of his own hand and it won’t be long until he’s got you screaming his name.

he pushes harder and your hands grab at his wrist, unclear whether you’re trying to push him away or hold him in place to add even more pressure. you can’t help the way your legs slide further and further apart, wordlessly begging him to do more than he’s already doing, because it’s not enough.

“you feel that, baby?” he says, pressing the heel of his palm into your abdomen. “feel how empty you are?”

you keep your mouth shut, determined to continue being a brat as long as he’s got his camera out. you already know that watching this recording back the next time you’re horny will be a damn treat, and you’re enjoying riling him up just as much as he enjoys you doing it. misbehaving is half the fun, after all; and when the reward is so sweet, how could you resist?

jeonghan clicks his teeth, tsking at your lack of a response. “if you aren’t gonna talk, then i might as well just put this away and go on with my day. but i know my little whore wouldn’t like that, would they?”

“and why should i say anything to you?” you spit back at him, and your stomach jumps in anticipation when you see his eyes light up at your words.

his nostrils flare as he sets his phone down on the table, giving it no more than a half second of thought on whether or not he’s propped it up properly before he’s bending over you, face to face in a split second.

his hand is still flat against your stomach, and the tip of his nose presses against your cheek with how close he suddenly is to your face. his breath is warm on your lips, and your heart races as you try to guess what he’s about to say to you.

“because, i can just leave you here, soaking wet and painfully horny and it wouldn’t bother me one bit,” he says, “i know your adorable little panties are ruined right now and you’re dripping onto the fucking sheets. i could smell you a mile away like a bitch in heat, that’s how bad you want me. and if you keep acting like a fucking brat, you aren’t going to get any of me. is that clear?”

you nod without a word, knowing it’s not the reaction he wants and purposefully not giving it to him as a final act of defiance. you know him well enough to know he’s reaching the end of his patience, and you can’t keep up being a brat forever. not when you can see how thick the bulge in his pants is, not when you can see the veins popping out in his arms, not when you can see that look in his eyes when you know he’s going to fuck you so hard you’ll be feeling it for days afterward.

he sits up and his hand on your stomach flies to your chin, gripping it tightly. on instinct your lips part in compliance as he forces your jaw open and puckers his lips, violently spitting into your eagerly awaiting mouth.

he wipes the remnants of spit from around his mouth with the back of his free hand, still holding onto your jaw with his other. “when i say speak, i mean speak, bitch. if i say bark, you bark. use your words like a good puppy and i’ll reward you, but disobey me and i’ll make you regret every second of it.”

jeonghan lets go of your mouth and you exhale a shaky but excited breath, this time quick to give him an answer. “yes, sir.”

he leans over you to adjust his phone on the nightstand, eyes narrowing with a sly smile. “now that’s a good girl. see how easy that was?”

“yes, sir,” you answer again. you know this part of the routine; he doesn’t do rhetorical questions, and you know better than not to answer him now.

when he’s satisfied with the camera’s placement he leans back down over you, his lips just centimeters above yours. this time you can’t hide your whines, and he coos. “aw, sweetheart, did it hurt when i grabbed you? want me to kiss it better for you, my little angel?” there’s just enough sarcasm in his tone to know he doesn’t care whether or not it hurt, and he won’t kiss it better, no matter what your answer is.

again it’s a trick question, and again you know exactly what response he’s looking for. “no, sir,” you whisper, barely enough space between you and him for you to move your lips to speak. “i liked it. sir.”

he grins sadistically, pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth anyways. “what a good whore,” he praises, “taking what i give you so well.”

he moves on to your neck, biting roughly at the skin below your jaw and sucking for so long you’re sure he can feel your pulse jump each time a new bruise begins to form.

“jeonghan—” you gasp out his name as he moves lower to your collarbones, teeth scratching along your skin as he stares up at you through his pretty long lashes, never breaking the eye contact despite how you writhe beneath him.

“that’s a good girl,” he says, his mouth hovering over your nipple as he looks up at you. “let me hear all those pretty sounds you make. need to hear how good i’m making you feel.”

his tongue laves over your breast and you arch your back up into him, struggling to keep your voice from breaking as you reply with another “yes, sir”.

you’re aware that he’s still teasing you as he works his way down your body, taking longer than necessary to get to where you really want him to be. but the feeling of his mouth covering every inch of your skin is too good to pass up, despite the way your cunt throbs and the uncomfortable feeling of your ruined panties sticking to your soaked folds. 

but finally, mercifully, he must decide that even he’s had enough teasing for one night, because he slides down in between your legs, pressing a kiss to your clit over the fabric of your underwear.

you exhale as tears begin to form in your eyes, already exhausted from being edged and denied and he’s still barely done a thing. “god, fuck— hannie, please, more, please give me more, please—” you babble, your hands gripping the sheets below you until your fingers begin to numb.

usually when you piss him off it’ll take a lot more begging than that to get him to cave, but he must be feeling generous today because he just smiles, fingertips hooking into the waistband of your underwear as he slides them down your legs. “sound so nice when you beg, angel. now look at how you get rewarded when you behave.”

“wait, jeongha—”

and that’s all the warning you get before he dives in. his hands pry apart your thighs, roughly pinning your legs to the bed as his mouth wraps around your clit and he begins to suck as hard as he can. your vision goes black for a second as you struggle to process the sudden stimulation, and your brain can’t catch up quick enough with how fast and rough jeonghan’s tongue moves against you in unpredictable patterns and movements.

you open your mouth to tell him that you’re right at the edge, you’re close you’re so fucking close it feels like you might die, but your breath catches in your throat before you can say a word and you feel yourself start to crest into your orgasm without warning.

until jeonghan pulls away, and your pussy clenches hard around nothing but air. the sudden change in pace is jarring, but it’s already too late to stop yourself from falling over the edge; except the edge is gone, your orgasm ruined at just the right moment.

your chest tightens and your lungs burn, gasping for air as your orgasm crumbles away into nothingness. each pulse of your cunt sears through your entire body and your veins feel like they’re on fire, the usual pleasure from your high stopped short by jeonghan taking it away from you. 

in the back of your mind you realize that of course he could tell you were close, of course he kept going and of course he knew exactly when to stop so that you wouldn’t get a single ounce of pleasure out of it, because he just knows you that well. even if you had tried to hide it, you wouldn’t have been able to: whatever jeonghan does, your body listens and obeys.

the tears finally spill down your cheeks, eyes squeezed shut as you scream in frustration, every nerve in your body on edge and every muscle tensed.

when you regain your breath enough to open your eyes again, you see jeonghan sitting below you looking smug. “oops,” he says nonchalantly, and if you had any energy left in your body you would’ve slapped him.

“god, i hate you so fucking much,” you rasp out, and he grins contentedly and presses a little kiss to the inside of your thigh before he sits up.

“you know you love me,” he giggles. 

he reaches over to the table to turn off the camera and set his phone facedown before he moves out from between your legs. you close your eyes again and sigh, your whole body feeling like jelly as you breathe in and out, slowly coming back down to earth.

“you just wanna take a break, or are you done for tonight? that sounded rough,” jeonghan says, and when you open your eyes again he’s sitting next to you on the bed holding a glass of water. with a groan you force yourself to sit up as he holds the glass in front of your mouth to help you drink.

“if i could move my arms right now, i would splash this right in your face, hannie.”

he laughs, thoroughly used to your post-orgasmic insults by now. “and honestly, i’d deserve it. that was a little mean even for me, huh?” 

you snort, leaning your head back against the headboard. “yeah, it was. asshole.”

he smiles, his eyes much softer now than before. “but it was hot, though,” he says excitedly. “i can’t fucking wait to watch that video. it might be my new favorite.”

you glare at him, eyebrows knitted into a pout. “i was literally on the verge of death and you thought it was hot?”

“oh, shut up. you thought it was hot, too, and you know it. that’s why you do your little brat routine every time i start recording, because you know you love it.”

you don’t have the brainpower to come up with a comeback for that, because he’s right. rough and nasty and fast is exactly the way you like it, maybe even more than he does at times. but once that feral side of you is satiated with an orgasm powerful enough to nearly knock you out, it leaves you to better appreciate the other things he’s good at: like holding you close and making you feel safe and loved, or kissing you all over and making sure he didn’t really hurt you with anything he did, or helping you drink water when your bones feel like mush.

you huff and roll your eyes at him. “can you just fuck me now, please? i’m still mad at you. start making up for it.”

he sets your empty glass down on the table and climbs back over you to gently kiss your lips, still dry from how much you were moaning. “mm, of course i can do that. your wish is my command, angel.”

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Mean!Mike x Fem Reader

Nsfw - aged up Mike to 19 👍

Warnings: smut, rough sex, cursing, mocking, degrading, chocking, light slapping, Master/Daddy kink (both cuz why not), overstimulation i think, climax denial, licking lol, he yells at u a lil, idk what else to put but u get the gist 🤭 its a bit of a slow burn, theres build up to the actual rough sex so yea

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You and ur boyfriend Mike where in his basement watching a movie that honestly neither of u were paying attention to. Why? Well, a certain someone was slowly inching their hand further up ur thigh.

Mike loved doing this, in public places, around friends, just to see ur reaction and how easily wet u got over him trailing his hand up and down ur thigh, occasionally tightly gripping it which would make u gasp, that would make him smirk at u. He'd have a cocky smile, proud of himself.

But this time Mike had other plans than just lightly teasing u like this. Instead of stopping, he kept going, until he reached ur clothed cunt, you were only wearing underwear and one of Mike's oversized sweaters, so it was very easy access for him. He softly rubbed a few figure eights which made u let out a shaky breath due to the sensation. U turned ur head to Mike who was still looking at the movie, pretending as he wasn't doing anything but oh but he knows what hes doing to you.

You started to squirm a little, getting impatient, softly whimpering. "Did i tell you you could move, slut.?" you then heard ur boyfriend say in a stern tone as he pulls his hand away and looks down at you with an intimidating gaze, a gaze that would make u melt and obey his every command. You looked up at him shyly and shaked your head "n-no..." - "No what? Hmm?" - "N-no...Master.." you look away from him feeling a bit embarrassed, you liked this all too much tho.

You felt Mike grab ur chin and aggressively turn your head to face him "Look at me when im talking to you bitch!" you flinch a lil at his sudden raise of voice. "I-im sorry Master, it wont happen again..." - "Good girl, it better not."

You were used to Mike getting aggressive like this when it came to doing intimate things, it was all part of him asserting dominance and you loved every part of it but tried not to let him know, though we all know he does. You were terrible at hiding when you really liked something, he could easily tell.

"You know, i think a lil slut like you deserves a punishment. You'd like that wouldn't you?" hearing those words come out of Mike's mouth made u squeeze ur thighs together tightly, it was so fucking hot. You completely forgot that he still had his hand resting on ur upper thigh, so he felt u press ur thighs together. He smirks "Guess that's a yes huh? Thought so."

He took his hand of ur chin as he pinned u down on the couch, both hands above ur head. His other free hand roamed down to ur dripping cunt as he removed ur underwear then raising the sweater over ur stomach for better access and view. You tried to get away from his grip but he tightened his grip on ur wrists, making u whimper in pain. There was no chance of u ever getting away from his grip, he was way stronger than u anyways.

Mike notices that and smiles innocentlg at u "Aww, did i accidentally hurt my lil baby?" he asks u with a lil pout "y-yes, a lil bit" his innocent act goes away very quickly after u say that, his facial expression drops to a stern one. "Well suck it up cuz there's more where that came from and i promise you it'll be way worse if u dont obey, ok Bunny?" you quickly nod, obeying him and trying ur best to not disobey him or do anything that will upset him again. Though u kinda want to provoke him, you love when his voice gets all deep and serious, it has a nice rasp, its very, very hot. You love it even more when hes rough with u like this, its a feeling like no other.

As you were drifting off thinking of how hot and amazing ur boyfriend is, u feel 2 fingers being shoved inside u, making u let out a loud moan as u arch ur back, not really expecting him to start off so harshly already.

"uh- uh, did i tell you that you could moan whore? You better stay quite or else, ok?" u bite ur lip and nod. He starts to pump and curl his long digits in and out of u, hitting ur sweet spot everytime without missing. This is making u go crazy, u don't know how longer u can stay quite.

As ur trying super hard to keep ur mouth shut, you see Mike lean down towards ur clit, looking at u with a devilish smirk as he starts to swirl his tongue on it at a painfully good rhythm. This is what brakes u, u cant hold it in anymore. You let out a loud moan, the overwhelming pleasure being too much. You feel urself getting close causing u too grab at Mikes hair and throw ur head back.

As u do this Mike suddenly stops, he takes his fingers out of u and takes ur hand off his hair as he then hovers over u and leans in ur ear, proceeding to then choke u pretty harshly making u gasp and grab his arm as he then whispers "What did i fucking tell you, hm? I told u to not make a single sound or even touch me, right? So why did you fucking do it you whore? couldn't obey a simple rule that Daddy gave u huh?" he sternly and angrily says in ur ear, nibbling at it a bit harshly, a shiver runs down ur spine, being very intimidated and extremely aroused.

"I-im sorry Daddy, pls it just felt too good, i c-couldn't help myself..." u stutter, Mike tsk's at u as he leans away from ur ear, making eye contact with u. He slaps ur cheek, not too harshly but enough for it to sting a lil as he then grabs ur face "pff, how pathetic. Well, i guess u give me no choice but to harshly fuck ur tight lil cunt, i bet you'd love it if i fucked u dumb, like the good cock slut u are, isn't that right Angel?" that all made u squirm and close ur legs in arousal. You shyly nod ur head but that doesn't satisfy Mike.

"Oh c'mon, us ur words slut. You have a mouth right? Then use it." he shakes ur head a lil as u then stutter out a "y-yes Daddy, p-please" - "Good girl, now be a good slut for ur Master and bend over for me won't u" he places a kiss on ur lips passionately making u smile as u then obey as u turn around and rest on ur elbows, ass up infront of Mike. He slaps ur ass harshly and u let out a quite moan, not expecting that and it hurting a lil but feeling good.

You hear Mike unbuckle his pants as he takes them off and his boxers, throwing them somewhere in the basements floor. You then feel the tip of his dick press againts ur entrance in a teasing way, making u whimper, wanting him so badly.

"Aw what's wrong Bunny? So desperate to have my cock deep inside ur dripping cunt? Ur so wet for me, you know that right?" - "yes M-master please, i want u so badly please. I need ur huge cock deep inside me now" u say with whimpers as u sway ur hips, trying to get some friction, so desperate to have his huge cock inside u.

You hear Mike chuckle "alright Angel, if u say so" u then feel him shove his cock deep inside of you very harshly as he holds onto ur hip with one hand and the other goes to harshly pull ur hair to throw ur head back. You let out very loud moans, the pain and pleasure feeling amazing but also very overwhelming.

You try ur best to not be very loud but its literally impossible at the pace he's going. Mike's pounding into u hard and fast, having no intentions of slowing down. U keep letting out loud moans until u feel 3 fingers being shoved in ur mouth, followed by a harsh pull of ur hair.

Mike leans close to ur ear as he sternly whispers "Shut the fuck up whore, u wouldn't want anyone hearing us now would u? But now that I think about it, you would like it, you'd love for people to know who you belong to and how I make you feel. For everyone to know ur Daddy's lil cock slut." All u can muster out are muffled moans as he starts to go faster and harsher making u roll ur eyes back. Mike rests his head on ghe crook of ur next, biting down harshly making u mewl in pleasure, he then licks the spot he abused since he drew a bit if blood.

U ghen feel a knot forming at ur lower stomach so u try to tell Mike that ur close and u succeed but what u didn't expect was Mike coming to a stop and pulling out of u all of a sudden, letting go of ur hair and taking his fingers out ur mouth.

U moan in confusion and frustration, just being denied ur climax. U are about to say something but Mike then flips you around so that you are laying on your back, facing him. He then shoves himself back inside of u, picking his fast and harsh pace back up, making u arch ur bike and let out even more louder moans. Before you can let out another moan you feel Mike's lips against yours as he kisses you harshly, getting u to shut up or to at least muffle ur slutty moans.

He pulls away for a sec "God shut the fuck up already whore, ur so fucking loud." don't get him wrong he loves hearing ur beautiful moans and how u moan out his name but u were seriously being so loud, u were gonna get eachother caught. He goes back to kissing u, this time choking u a bit to make sure u stay quiet enough.

U loved how his hand perfectly wrapped around ur neck, almost feels as if it was fit to belong around ur neck and ur absolutely living for that.

As Mike continues his fast and harsh pace, u feel a knot form at ur stomach meaning that u were close again. "Mmm M-mike im close" - "Hold it, don't u dare cum yet" u whimpered in agony, u dont think u can hold it, it was too much. "You'll cum when i tell u." he growled, burying his face in the crook of ur neck. U felt him kiss ur neck and nibble at it, licking ur sensitive spot whenever he would suck on ur neck which made u go crazy. U loved the sensation of his warm, soft tongue trailing along ur neck, especially on the places he's marked.

You felt his dick twitch inside u as he says "Cum for me baby, now." - "y-yes Daddy mmm, cum inside me pls, fill me up" u were on birth control so it was ok for Mike to cum inside u. You then let out a loud muffled moan as u clawed at Mike's back, cumming all over his cock as he then let out a moan of his own, climaxing inside of u, filling u up.

You both road out ur highs as he then pulled out of u, both of u catching ur breaths. Mike hovered over u, looking u up and down, smiling down at u, placing a soft kiss on ur lips. You sighed in relief, smiling back at him and cupping his face as u caressed him comfortingly.

"You ok baby? Need anything? Did i hurt u?" Ah yes, anytime u and Mike have harsh sex, he takes good care of u afterwards. Getting all worried and asking you if u need anything every 5 seconds. You loved how caring he was afterwards, he was truly the best. "Im ok Mikey dont worry, u didn't hurt me at all" you smile reassuringly at ur worried boyfriend. "You sure? Please tell me." - "Yes Mike im ok! don`t worry so much, i will be ok, though i don't think i'll be able to walk for awhile."

Mike laughs and kisses ur forehead "Yea i know u won't be able too, gonna have to carry u around like a baby" - "oh fuck off" - "Love you toooo" you both share some laughs and sweet sensual kisses and hand holding. Mike then gets both of u cleaned up, giving u a new pair of underwear and a mute green sweater of his to wear.

U both then go to his room as u fall asleep in eachothers arms. Feeling safer than ever and so very loved.

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A/N: AAAAH this is my first ever ff so plsss don't bash me if its kinda bad. I finished writing this at like 2am im so tired guys. (⸝⸝o̴̶̷᷄﹏o̴̶̷̥⸝⸝)

Anywho, i hope u enjoyed it! I don`t write a whole lot but i might write some headcanons or imagines for Mike or/and Miles in the future. Might do other Finn characters aswell like Richie and Boris. Uuuu maybe i will write some Will Byers stuff and Byler stuff aswell! Who knows we will see, anyways good night now, take care luvs <3

OH ALSO IF THERE ARE ANY SPELLING MISTAKES PLS TELL ME SO I CAN FIX EM, THANK U BYE BYE💛🌻🌼🌾

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Jason woke up feeling like warmed over death. He tried to open his eyes and then quickly closed them when the sunlight streaming through the windows hid him right in the face.

He reached for the nightstand where his drunk self usually laid out alka seltzer and water and met open air. Wincing, and with his eyes still closed he heaved out of bed. Either the floor was suddenly further away, he was more hungover than he thought, or-

He cracked his eyes open and glimpsed a crumpled costume piece from the night before. His angel’s wings were tangled with a studded leather belt that brought back a flood of embarrassing memories.

“I want it,” He remembers pouting, tugging off the stranger’s belt with quick movements.

The voice in his memory was low and thrilling, “You’re too drunk, little angel.”

“In the morning?” Jason had asked.

“Okay. In the morning.”

Jason closed his eyes and rubbed a hand over his face.

“Morning.”

Jason turned with a groan, “I’m like… so insanely hung over. If I try to blow you I think I’ll puke.”

“Relax,” The stranger’s voice sounded vaguely familiar, which helped settle the anxiety in his stomach, “You need water or anything?”

“Uh,” Jason peeked his eyes open to take in the messy room, “You have any alka seltzer?”

“Sure,” The stranger was way too chipper.

He was also, Jason noted, fucking loaded. Jason hadn’t been in an apartment this nice since moving to Chicago. The windows were so bright because they were one continuous curved piece of glass overlooking the city. The bed was grand, some type of enormous California king. Or what Jason’s friends might call an orgy bed.

“Here,” A tattooed wrist came into view, handing Jason a glass of fizzing water, “It’s not done-“

Jason chugged it, gulping down the glass and the crumbles at the bottom in a single seasoned motion.

“Oh shit,” The stranger giggled.

Jason glanced up. He sort of looked familiar too, but then again Jason had always had a type. Ever since flustered, self hating moments in high school where he would stare across the locker room at Eddie Munson’s tattoos. And then beat him up for the privilege of touching him.

Anyway, the other go go boys had taken to pointing them out to him. Rockstar, Ten O’clock… That one at the bar is for Jason, go over and flirt, honey.

So this wasn’t exactly a situation Jason had never been in. Though the fancy apartment was kind of a change.

“Do I need to take you out to breakfast,” The guy had a nice smile. Kind of soft. And long, very long hair.

“No, s-sorry, I’ll get out of your hair,” Jason tried to hop to his feet and groaned.

The stranger reached out and pulled Jason close, tugging him on shaky legs until he was enveloped in a kind of half hug.

“I was gonna say,” The guy smiled against Jason’s temple, “Or can you stay in bed and I’ll make you something.”

“Oh, uh-“ It wasn’t like Jason had anywhere to be. His roommate was a drag queen about twenty years older than him and he never woke up before noon. The day after Halloween was pretty slow at the club and he didn’t have to be there until 8:30 pm.

“C’mon,” The stranger tugged him a little closer, “You got glitter on my sheets, you owe me.”

“I leave glitter everywhere,” Jason pouted, “You’re not special.”

The stranger chuckled, “Oh, I kinda missed that.”

Before Jason could even imagine what the Stranger meant, he was yanked back towards the bed.

“You don’t have work?” The stranger asked.

“Not until later,” Jason muttered, “Sorry about last night. I normally don’t get drunk like that at work.”

“It was after work that you got so drunk,” The stranger said.

“Did I?”

They flopped back onto the bed, Jason tangled in long dark hair and tattooed arms. So basically heaven.

“You kept saying you needed courage,” The Stranger muttered, sounding a little put out.

“Sorry,” Jason shrugged. “It’s just, you’re really hot.”

“You’re not so bad yourself,” the stranger grinned, dark eyes sparking, “Tiger.”

“I guess,” Jason got a little lost in the moment, “I can stay.”

“Great! I’ll make us some eggs and toast,” The stranger bounded out of bed, “You stay right there.”

“Okay,” Jason swallowed.

Maybe it was a pretty woman type thing. Not that this guy seemed so super mega rich. And not like Jason was a hooker. People thought all the dancers went for that but Jason had never been able to go through with it.

He laid back in the bed which was indeed smeared with glitter.

“Sorry about the glitter,” He called out, cringing, “Occupational hazard.”

“I don’t mind,” The stranger called back, “They’re not my sheets to clean.”

Jason blinked, “Uh, is this apartment… um…”

“I didn’t break in,” The stranger read his mind, “It’s owned by the record company. I’m in town to record an album then it’s back to LA.”

“Wow,” Jason glanced around, “Would I have heard any of your music?”

The stranger paused in a strange way, “You don’t listen to metal now, do you?”

That was a weird way to put it. Now. Like he didn’t used to. Well, he didn’t but this guy didn’t know that.

“I had an ex who got me into it a little,” Jason rocked a little, tucking his knees up to his chest, “I like tattooed guys, so it comes with the territory.”

He could practically hear the guys smile, “Do you now?”

“Yeah,” Jason said stiffly, until he realized that sounded rude. “Just my type, I guess.”

The stranger appeared suddenly in the doorway, “Jason.”

Jason startled, the arms wrapped around his knees tightening. This guys voice was very familiar. And he was asking if Jason liked music now, calling him tiger.

It nailed him like a sucker punch, “Eddie?”

“I was waiting for you to realize,” Eddie grinned.

Jason’s mouth opened and closed like a fish’s.

“You must have been really drunk last night,” Eddie smiled, shaking his head.

“I g-guess I was.”

His mind was racing a mile a minute. Eddie Munson… Christ. This wasn’t a pretty woman thing. This was a revenge of the nerds thing.

Jason scrambled up, his whole body protesting moving from the big comfy bed, “I gotta go-“

“You just said you were gonna stay.”

“I… I’m… did we have sex last night?” Jason tugged on his tiny white shorts. He didn’t see his club bag anywhere, which meant he’d spent the whole night with Eddie Munson in a white speedo and angel’s wings.

“No, you were too drunk. Where are you going?”

“I gotta go-“

“Jason, what’s the problem?”

“Is this a revenge thing?” Jason whispered as he snatched his halo off the four poster bed, “You gonna call everyone in Hawkins and tell them that I dance at a gay club and go home with people for money?”

Something breaks on Eddie’s face, “You went home with me for money?”

“No!” Jason half shouts it, “I just mean-“

“This isn’t a revenge thing. I just saw you dancing and you came up to me and started flirting,” Eddie shook his head, “I just… like you.”

Jason crumples the halo in his hands.

“And if you’re going, you can’t go like that, you’ll freeze to death. I had to force you to wear my jacket last night, I’m surprised you don’t have frostbite on your tits.” Eddie shook his head.

Jason made a little choked sound.

“So I take it you’re not out in Hawkins?” Eddie ventured when Jason didn’t move a muscle.

Jason shook his head.

“Me either,” Eddie gave him a tentative smile.

Jason twisted the halo in his hands.

“Look, please stay. Please,” Eddie bit his lip, “Or if you have to go let me at least give you a shirt for Christ’s sake. You look good enough to eat.”

Jason’s cheeks went up in flames, like hellfire.

He looked down at the ground.

The smoke alarm started screeching in the next room and Eddie went pale.

“Fuck.”

They both sprinted out into the kitchen where the eggs were smoking, black and charred to the bottom of the pan.

Jason opened one of the huge windows, while Eddie tossed the pan into the sink, dousing it in water that sent up a huge puff of steam.

“Well there goes trying to impress you,” Eddie shoved a little at the pan, “Fuck.”

“You wanted to impress me?” Jason shivers and it’s not entirely because there’s icy fall air blowing across his bare chest.

“Well? Yeah? I want you to stay. In my bed,” Eddie doesn’t look up from the pan, “Wanted to ask if you had a night off soon. Maybe I could take you out. Somewhere with no alcohol. Like the movies or something.”

Jason swallowed, “I like you too. Like… I… I always had a crush on you, so…”

“So?”

“So if you don’t mind glitter on your sheets,” Jason bit his lip, “We could just have the toast in bed.”

“Oh,” Eddie’s eyes went round.

“Or we could skip the toast.”

“Is that a yes to the date?” Eddie ventured.

Jason dropped his halo to the ground.

“Yes.”

Also on Ao3

#munver #tigerfreak #my writing #Jason carver #Eddie Munson

[butterfluffy]

hello, for the “sing me a song” event, may i request eustass kid x gn!reader with the song “I just wanna be yours” by Arctic Monkeys? The lyrics are “secrets i have held in my heart, are harder to hide than I thought. maybe i just wanna be yours” and that the reader is Luffy's older sib but is the complete opposite of him? (calm, rational) They're also part of his crew as a first mate and vice captain! Maybe crushing and pining? Thank you so much!

“i just wanna be yours”

⠀⠀ੈ♡˳· the secrets held in kid's heart are harder to hide than he thought, because they are screaming that he just wanna be yours.

⠀⠀➧ r. fluff, tiny angst | e. kid × gn!reader | oneshot / song fic

⠀⠀➧ warnings — none! mistakes and swearing may be present though.. so do ignore them, thanks!

⠀⠀➧ requests are closed until further notice!

⠀⠀꒰ 🍨 ꒱ notes: welcome to my “sing me a song” event made to honor this account reaching 200+ followers! visit it to see my other works on this special!

reqested by: anonymous — aaaahh, thank you for requesting for kid and this song! xoxo!! i hope this reaches your expectations, cuz i didn't really put an effort into this, ehe... ♡(˃͈ દ ˂͈ ༶ )

A smile immediately went up your face the instant you saw your younger brother, Luffy appear in front of you with the brightest smile on his face.

“Y/n! It's been do long, I missed you!!” Luffy exclaims, dashing towards you with his arms wide open, soon landing on your figure and tigtening his arms around you.

“Luffy.” You muttered, caressing your brother's back with a smile as the crew you're in stood behind you with confused looks on their face, especially your captain, Kid who is seen frowning.

“Y/n, Y/n, I heard you're a pirate too! Wanna join my crew!? Join it, please! I want to be with you again..!!” Offered the boy with an exclaim, clinging to you even more as you gaped your mouth, a snicker escaping your lips.

“Mhm? I'll think about it, heh.” You teased, your words making in to a certain magnetic man, irking him off.

“Eeehh? Just join my crew, pleeeasseee!” Whining this once more, Kid got enough, stomping towards Luffy with a big frown on his face, fist clenched.

“Oi, Strawhat! What do you think you're doing to my first mate!!? And Y/n, what's with the ‘I'll think about it’ bullshit!? You're in my crew, aren't ya!?” Kid interrupts as he went dragging your younger sibling off your figure, causing him to pout and you to blink in shock from your captain's interruption.

“Captain, I was just ki—” About to defend yourself, you were cut off by Luffy who argued with the red head. “Hah!? Your first mate!?? Y/n, Jaggy's your captain!!? Hmph, I'm definitely a better captain than him, so join me instead!”

“Fuck no! I'm not letting ya get Y/n, shitty monkey!” Taking your hand, Kid forcefully dragged you away from your sibling, returning you to Victoria Punk...

“Please wait, Kid. And calm it..” You plead, twisting your wrist, wriggling it out of your captain's grip that tightened, not letting you go at all.

“Captain, I was just messing with Luffy...” You whispered, only for your words to be ignored by the tulip-haired man who made you sit on a chair inside his cabin.

“So what if you're just messin' around!? I told you loyalty is a must in my crew, I won't forgive you even if what you said is a joke!” Slamming his hand on the table, the angry man went on and scolded you.

“And the hell's with the clinginess!? Plus the ‘I missed you,’ then the ‘I wanna be with you again’ crap with Strawhat?” Huffing as he spoke, Kid's heart clenched, recalling the way you interacted with Luffy.

It was something new, knowing that you aren't the type to let someone be clingy to you, so Kid had thought that you had a past with the boy..

“Ah, yeah, Kid. I forgot to tell you that Luffy is my—”

“What? Your boyfriend?” Kid continues for you, making a wrong guess, catching you off guard.

“He's definitely your boyfriend, isn't he? So that leaves no chance for me, for us.” He mumbles, gripping the wooden table, cracking it.

“Kid, what are you sa—?” “Shut up and let me speak!”

Falling silent and following what he said, you looked at Kid who sighed deeply, arms crossed as he leaned his back on the table as your mind wandered on what he meant.

“I just wanna be yours.” He simply sighed out, his statement driving you shocked

“The secrets I have held in my heart are harder to hide than I thought. Maybe I just wanna be yours, yes, I wanna be fucking yours.” Kid admits, repeating what he said, serious as ever.

“Let me be the portable heater that you'll get cold without.” Approaching you, Kid then placed his hands on the armrest of the chair you're on, face leaning closer to yours.

“Why can't you see that I wanna be yours, and yours only?” He asks with a low growl, a hand gripping your wrist.

“Ditch Strawhat, love me instead, shithead.” The captain says in a demanding tone, kissing you right after he spoke, surprising you.

“Kid I—wow...” You gasped out, a blush making its way on your face, breaking your cool, calm demeanor.

“..So, uh, urghm—you like me?” You asked after clearing your throat. Receiving a small nod from the red head who stood still in front of you.

“Damm... That's shocking—but still, that's.. Nice? 'Cause I .. I like you too, capt.” You confessed, causing Kid to raise his brow.

“Good, now you gonna break up with the monkey?” The man spat, a smug look on his face, proud that he managed to ‘steal’ you from Luffy.

“..Kid. No break-ups will happen.” You said monotonously, catching Kid's smirk drop. Irk marks appearing on his neck.

“The hell? So you're gonna make me your side chick?” Kid asks, looking annoyed as ever. Flipping the poor table down in anger, unhappy that he's your number 2.

“No, no. Kid. Listen.” Calming him down by caressing his hand, you made him listen to you next. “Luffy is my brother, not my lover. Because..”

Taking a pause before you continued, you landed your lips on Kid's. “You are my lover, Kid. And as you wished for, you're mine now, and I'm yours...”

“Fuck yeah, all yours, babe.” Sneering, he then pulled close you by the colar, kissing you again hungrily, making you feel his love for you..

© butterfluffy 2022

#ੈ♡˳· butterfluffy #ੈ♡˳· fluff reaches 200 followers! #ੈ♡˳· fluff's milestone event! #eustass kid x reader #kid x reader #kid one piece x reader #one piece kid x reader #eustass kid fanfiction #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece fanfiction #one piece oneshot #one piece scenario #one piece songfic #eustass kid #ੈ♡˳· “sing me a song” · event

[kaylalovesmaneskin]

Keep your eyes on me

A/n:Heyy loves it me and I am back with another smut and I just wanted to say I had put a lot of thoughts in to this story an this is my first Thomas smut so I hope you all enjoy 🤭❤️🤘🎸

Warning: smut, language, kinks, sex toys, masturbation, etc!

Paring:Thomas raggi x fem!reader

"one more knot baby." "what the fuck are you doing y/n.” "be patient and you'll see, now shh." Wrapping the rope around his wrists and then around the chair, it's your turn to have some control. You take his top off and pull down his (grey) joggers slightly. Leaving him to groan at the lack of touch. You stand in front of him, removing your clothes slowly while holding eye contact with him. “y/n.." he sighed, "please.” "someone's needy." You walk over to your bedroom drawer and pull out a pink and white vibrator. You could see Thomas pull a sort of uncomfortable face as he got harder, not being able to do anything about it even though you was right there. You gently bit your lip and gave your boyfriend one last look before sitting opposite him, legs open. "I hope you're having fun." You said. "'yeah, I'd have more fun if I wasn't tied up though." “Too bad.”

Slowly, you clicked on your vibrator and began to use it how you normally would when alone. Thomas groaned at how uncomfortable his erection was getting. Your breathing growing louder, preparing to moan at the incredible sensation. Pushing your hips up into the vibrations even more youfelt his eves on me."keep your eyes on me, handsome." "oh trust me my love, they're on you alright." You moaned. Thomas threw his head back with a loud groan clearly craving your touch. The thought of him all over you drives me insane. You need that. Pulling away the vibrator, you set it down on the side before sucking on you middle and index finger, coating them in saliva. Keeping eye contact with the very attractive man in front of you, you slowly push your middle finger into yourself. You push it in and out a few times before adding your index finger too. Picking up the pace you make yourself moan again and again. Thomas groaning as he craves to touch every part of your body. Using your left hand you being to touch your clit too causing you to breath heavier and your leg start to twitch slightly. You carry on these motions at the same time until you begin to feel a familiar feeling, your about to finish. You go in and out again a few more times before making yourself cum. “Thomas Ughhh." I moaned. "'un-tie me right now y/n I mean it.” You slowly make your way over to your boyfriend, placing a small kiss on his lips before un-doing the knots you had previously tied him in. As soon as he was let free he grabbed you by waist and brought me in for a passionate make out session. You pulled away after a few minutes, a string of saliva left.

"get on your knees." he said while sitting back onto the chair he was just tied to. “Wh-what?" "You heard me baby, now." (this is consensual!) you guess your not in control anymore. You get down on your knees, already knowing what to expect seeing as you frustrated him earlier. He sat back in his chair holding your face up to look at him dead in him bright brown/greenish eyes. "go ahead my love, it's my turn." You dragged your hands along his neck making your way down to the waist band of his joggers pulling them down more than you had left them before. You began to palm him through his boxers as you noticed his pre-cum leaking through them. "Mmm." is the only reaction you gave him before carrying on even further. Eventually you pulled his boxers all the way down. Making him groan out of relief. Placing one hand on his erection, and the other firmly on his thigh. You began working you hand up and down slowly. He bent down and kissed your forehead to give me comfort before you continued. Moving your hand gradually faster every movement. Thomas 's breathing started to get heavier. Turning you on even more. You have him one last seductive look before lowering your mouth onto his dick. Still moving your hand at a steady pace, you grabbed his thigh a little tighter. Slowing bobbing your head up and down. You moaned onto his length before taking it all down your throat. "Fuckkk." he threw his head back and tangled his hand into your hair, pushing you down faster.

Still working the base of his dick with your left hand my nails dug into his thigh the quicker he moved your head."Mmm." "Nearly there baby." he groaned out and with this comment you picked the speed up again causing him to throw his head back quickly. "Y/n, shit." he yelled before finishing in your mouth making you swallow. You crawled up to his face and he kissed me gently for a moment while we caught our breath.

THE END I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS LOVES 💗🤘

#maneskin smut #smut #fem!reader #thomas raggi #thomas maneskin #thomas smut #thomas x reader

[whereyabeenloca]

“You can not be serious. Tell me you’re joking, Jonathan,” Nancy huffs, crossing her arms over her chest, her jaw tight and shoulders squared. He won’t even look her in the eye and it’s pissing her off even more, the way he’s staring up at the sky, at the ominous clouds above. In the grand scheme of things, they’re probably choosing the worst time to fight about something like this, but she is only eighteen and only human and it sort of feels like the world is tilting on its axis in a way that makes her nauseous.

“I’m not joking, Nance, and I’m.. I’m really sorry, okay? I’m really, really sorry,” Jonathan whispers and stuffs his hands in his pockets, sort of caving in on himself.

“Were you ever going to even tell me? Or were you just going to lie to me every time I brought it up?”

“I mean- I guess originally I was never going to tell you. I never should have even mentioned it to Argyle.” He kicks a rock on the ground, sending it bouncing off a tree and ricocheting off deeper into the forest. They’re all still at Hopper’s cabin, a few days after the sky went dark and thick with smoke, decaying everything rapidly and spreading. It’s turned into a sort of home base, with “borrowed” abandoned trailers and RVs that had been left behind, for all of them to stick close because there’s no way in hell they’re splitting up again. Not after what happened with all of that- with Max. They’d been sitting around the fire pit Hopper had bought while they waited for Steve and Robin to come back from the hospital with Lucas, just talking about what they hoped for the future, after they put an end to the apocalypse. Jonathan’s new friend had let it slip that he was going to community college with him, although he wasn’t sure that was the plan anymore with the former chief of police back from the grave. It made Nancy’s brow pull in confusion and Jonathan had jumped up to slap a hand over Argyle’s mouth, which only made her suspicions double, pushing and pressing the issue until he walked off. But she had jumped up, grabbing his arm to pull him into the woods to further discuss in private- well, as much as privacy as they could afford right now.

Nancy pinches the bridge of her nose. “I just don’t get it. Why would you have even lied about this?”

“Because.. if I told you I didn’t want to go to Emerson, you would have just dropped out from going in the fall, and come out to California to be with me, and then we would be years in just clinging onto each other, miserable and angry for ruining each other’s lives-“

“Jonathan.” Nancy cuts him off before he can continue, because she’s pretty sure if he keeps on with his train of thought she’s two seconds away from punching him in the face. “That is such bullshit.” She drops her hands from her face and takes a step forward to him, and then another, her brow pulls together and she presses her finger into the center of his chest. “You decided this, without even talking to me about it. Which, what a fucking surprise, considering I have barely even gotten to talk to you at all these past six months. You just convinced yourself of all of this, and thought it would be better to just lie about it all rather than have an actual real conversation with me?”

Jonathan blinks down at her, his shaggy hair falling in his eyes, and raises his hand up to cup her face, but Nancy slaps his wrist away.

“Don’t. Don’t you dare. I can’t believe you think so little of me, so low of who I am, to honestly think that I would ever give up chasing my dreams for someone like you, Jonathan Byers,” she snaps at him, a little louder than she intended, her voice bouncing off the deadly quiet of the forest around them, and she shakes her head as she drops her hand from his chest to ball them up into fists. There are angry tears welling up in her eyes that she has to bite back to keep from spilling. He won’t meet her gaze anymore, choosing instead to stare down at his feet.

“But it’s different now, Nancy, okay? I’ll go with you to Boston now that Hopper is back, everything can keep going with our plan-“

She laughs humorlessly at that, shaking her head as she gives him a sarcastic smile. “Our plan? No. No, there is no more plan, considering you are so ready to just throw out everything and lie to me so easily. Because we clearly don’t understand each other. I hope you have a really great rest of your life, if we even make it out of this.” Nancy brushes past him, careful to not have their shoulders bump as she starts walking, and only once she’s out of his sight does she raise her arm to press the heel of her palm to her eyes. When she emerges, she sees the group very awkwardly trying not to look at her, Lucas having returned with Steve and Robin, and she takes a deep breath before sitting pointedly on the opposite side of the fire where she’d been before. It puts her right next to Steve on the log they’re using as a bench, and she’s gripping the tree bark until her knuckles turn white and splinters dig into her soft skin, but the pain is an anchor for the turmoil inside herself, and she is silent as her thoughts go a mile a minute-

Steve’s pinky finger extends on the wood, reaching out to rest on top of her own. Nancy lets out the breath she’s been holding, blinking as she realizes she’s been zoned out into the fire for a minute or two, and turns to look up at him. He gives her a worried smile and reaches up to dab at a stray tear that has rolled down her cheek, and then fully cups her hand with his own. She lets go of the log to flip her hand upside to intertwine their fingers, giving him a grateful squeeze. The kids are all looking at her, and Argyle and Will exchange a glance before getting up, going into the woods where Jonathan has yet to come out. Guilt wells up inside her and she focuses on the weight of Steve in her palm.

“So.. While we were out, Robin and I thought you kids might like some s’mores? I mean, we’ve got this nice big fire and everything,” Steve cuts the tension, not letting go of her as he reaches down into the plastic grocery bag to pull out a thing of marshmallows, clearly trying to shift the attention away from her. No one really has much of an appetite for sweets, but when Eleven finally asks, “What is a ‘s’more’?” Mike jumps up at the opportunity, standing to take them from Steve while he gets her to help collect some sticks, explaining the process to her.

Nancy lets out a shaky sigh, meeting Steve’s gaze again as she mouths, ‘thank you’. He shrugs one shoulder, eyes turning soft as he releases her hand to swing around her shoulders, pulling her into his side. “You’re gonna be okay,” he murmurs into her hair, and for just a moment, she lets herself relax a little into it, and believe in his optimism. After all, she’s fucking Nancy Wheeler. She can do anything.

#vaguely Stancy #but mostly just anti-jancy #I’m not anti Jonathan Byers whatsoever #but I mean c’mon #he is slow-mo breaking up with her #and when Nancy finds out?? oh boy #this is just a drabble #but maybe also part 1 of something? #if you want to see where this goes #send me a message/reblog #Stancy fic #Stancy #steve/nancy #nancy/steve #Stancy fanfic #my writing

[wrenthemoralfander]

HuntBird (The Huntress x Kate Denson)

A Songbird’s Protector

Part Two of Saved by the one who kills.

Part one:

Kate’s trial with clown doesn’t go well. But, when clown hurts Kate badly, he finds out that the songbird has quite the protector…

Her protector doesn’t like clowns.

Especially, not ones that hurt Kate.

—————————————————————————

Kate wished the trials have gone better.

So far her luck had been terrible.

The killers had Corrupt Intervention, Sloppy Butcher and A Nurse’s Calling.

She had been hooked twice and currently was on death hook.

Let’s see:

First, it was Adam. He was just trying to help and was immediately put on basement hook. He was sacrificed after rescuing Feng.

Then, it was David. David had been hooked twice, and then left to bleed out.

Kate was trying to find to get the gens done, and she completed one generator. It wouldn’t have been so bad if they didn’t have three more to go. 

She heard Feng scream.

Shit.

She crept behind the corner, a little further but not enough for her hiding spot to be revealed. Feng had been downed and was being picked up by… Clown?!

She thought she had heard glass breaking. 

They were in Gideon Meat Packaging Plant. She was grateful she knew the layout of. 

She followed him, having Yui’s awesome perk Breakout.

Feng struggled more when she noticed Kate.

It was not enough. Feng was put on hook, and was now on her second hook.

Kate hid behind the wall, and waited for Kenneth to leave. She was more than relieved when he did. She waited a second to see if he was coming back. And when he didn’t, she came out of hiding spot. Kate ran to her.

“I got you Feng.” She said. 

Feng nodded. “Thanks.”

The two ran for a bit before a bottle was broken, and both were blinded.

Kate ran but unfortunately, Kate was downed. Dammit. 

He had Make Your Choice.

She wasn’t wounded, but he was able to down her in one hit because it had been less than 60 seconds, and she had been exposed. Dammit that was bad. 

Feng was downed as well. Kate could only watch as she was picked up, and put on the hook. The entity claimed it’s second sacrifice. No, no, no, no…

“Feng…” Kate called out. 

A laugh could be heard.

“Trials over, sweet birdie. I win. And since I did such a fantastic job,” he paused before kneeling down in front of Kate. “The Entity says I can do whatever I please with the last survivor to be downed, by me. And…” Clown put his hands over his mouth, “Why, that’s you songbird.” Kenneth then looked at Kate. “But I don’t feel like ending our date just yet, Let’s go somewhere, Get some fresh air.”

“…Fuck you.” Kate said. Clown coughed before laughing.

“Now don’t be like that!” He cooed. “Some fresh air will do you real good. Maybe… clear up that temper of yours.”

————————————————————————

Kate had her wrist and ankles tied up. They were in a secluded area, nowhere near the chapel, but somewhere close to… The Red Forest?? Well, that’s was Kate’s guess.

Clown had already cut off two of Kates fingers. The reason her ankles were tied up it’s because Kate kicked him in the face. 

“You’re a sick bastard.” She said.

“Correction, songbird. I’m an entertaining, sick bastard. If you’re going to insult me, you must do it properly. There’s no point of doing it otherwise!” He taunted. 

She scoffed. “So… Who else did you do this to? Or is this a special thing?”

“Only you Songbird.” He said. “Well… I was planning to do this to that Nea girl, but imagine my surprise when I didn’t seen her at the campfire. I asked the entity, and… do you wanna know what the boss said?”

“Enlighten me.” Kate said sarcastically.

“The Entity said she wouldn’t be coming to the trials for an undisclosed amount of time.” Clown said.

Kate realized that Nea hasn’t come back from the trials. She hoped Nea was ok.

Suddenly there was a sharp pain, as Clown was cutting off one of her fingers again. She screamed in agony.

“Keep singing songbird. We’ve got a lot more work to do, and you, have a lot more songs to sing.”

Kate glared at him. “You know, maybe if someone took one of your glass bottles broke it and shoved it down your throat, you’d understand some damn empathy.”

Clown stopped what he was doing, and grabbed one of his glass bottles. He then broke it letting the gas pour out. he took a big shard and put it up to Kate’s neck.

“I know you’re not being rude Songbird. Say something like that again and I might be forced to bash your head in.” He said, before he feigned false concern. “I’d hate for that to happen.” he said before putting the shard down and walking back over to his caravan.

Kate glared before something caught her attention. Humming, but… not just any humming.

She took a faint moment to listen.

Huntress. She was nearby.

She knew Huntress was very territorial. Suddenly, a thought appeared in her head. Although it may get her killed, it would get her away from him. She had to try it. 

She started singing the lullaby back, the same way Huntress sings it. Clown came out of his caravan shortly after.

“I have to admit. I like it when you sing Anna’s lullaby. It sounds so much better. However, The huntress isn’t for miles. She is not coming to save you.” He said. Kate wasn’t hoping for The Huntress to come save her.

She was hoping Anna would kill both of them.

“Clown. You’re not afraid of her are you?” Kate asked. She had to make a bit more noise noise somehow.

The clown scoffed. “Of course not.”

“I don’t know… I mean you speak about her so poorly but you know… It’s okay to be scared.” Kate said.

Immediately Clown put the knife down on the table. He walked over to Kate and started bashing her head against the tree. Kate screamed in response.

“I AM NOT scared of her. I don’t know why you’re insinuating that.” He said. He then smiled before grabbing his knife. He walked backed over and put the knife to her throat. “Since you’re refusing to cooperate, let’s cut to the finale, songbird.”

Shit. Is this how she was gonna die? 

She felt her had to be slammed against the tree. She screamed again.

One more time and she’d be done for. 

Suddenly, without warning the humming stopped. That usually was a bad sign.

Before The Clown could do anything to Kate, a hatchet went into his arm. Kenneth J. Hawk screamed in agony. He realized Kate hadn’t been singing for his attention, but was singing for Her attention.

He took his knife and swung it at Anna. Anna didn’t dodge, and got a cut. This didn’t stop her, as she picked up clown by the collar and threw him to the ground. She then took her hatchet and chopped off his arm. The huntress then proceeded to Mori him, but slowly. She wanted to take her time. And she did.

Kate had blacked out from the fear and pain she felt.

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Kate woke up and found herself not at the campfire. She instead found herself, in Mothers Dwelling. She was actually surprised she woke up at all.

Her head was pounding, everything looked blurry. She looked at her hands and… she couldn’t tell.

“Ah, you awake.” A voice said. Kate looked up to see Huntress. 

“…are you gonna hurt me?” Kate asked. Anna shook her head, not that Kate took notice. The huntress took out a bowl of soup, and brought it to Kate. 

“Is… that soup?” Kate asked, Unable to tell with her vision being blurry.

“Da. It is. Kate will try soup, yes?” Anna asked, albeit excitedly. Kate nodded and was handed the bowl. Not knowing where the spoon was, she drank it.

It. Tasted. Amazing.

Anna was sloppy when she was hunting, but her cooking made up for it. However, this soup was special. As Kate consumed more of it, her vision returned to normal, her throbbing headache started to go away, and she felt like she could feel things again. She looked down at her hands and she now had 10 fingers, not 7.

“You- you healed me. Why? You could’ve killed me and sent me back to the campfire.” 

“I… I thought you heal the people you love.” Anna said. Anna then froze up as if she revealed some thing she wasn’t supposed to. Kate looked at her in shock.

“You love me?” Kate asked. It wasn’t said directly, but it was very much implied.

Anna nodded and attempted to smile. Kate smiled at this revelation. She knew not all the killers were heartless. She also knew she owed Claudette $20 when she got back.

“I love you too… but next time, unless my life absolutely depends on it, please try not to kill people who have captured me.”

Anna nodded. She would not make any promises, but that doesn’t mean she wouldn’t try.

Anna sat down next to her and held Kate. Kate was pretty. Kate was her songbird, and she’d be damned if she let anyone hurt her.

Kate was happy things ended the way they did. She was even happier she acquired such a vigilant protector and girlfriend. 









#HuntBird #dead by daylight #kate denson #anna the huntress #the clown dbd #tw body gore #tw blo0d #tw dismemberment

[scriveyner]

always summer #28

always summer #28: orgasm denial | bungou stray dogs |🎩🤕 | #kinktober 🔞| ~1500 words

Dazai claimed he wasn’t a deep sleeper, but the fact that Chuuya had managed: a) the handcuffs and b) the blindfold and he hadn’t even stirred was proof enough that he was blowing smoke out of his ass. Chuuya sat on the edge of the mattress, back to Dazai, and scrolled through Dazai’s phone, waiting for him to properly wake.

Continue on ao3 or:

It took longer than he expected, although that could also point to Dazai having woken up earlier and playing dead—not out of the realm of possibility for him. Finally, though, Chuuya heard the mattress shift, and he looked back over his shoulder to watch Dazai tilt his head back and forth and wiggle his nose, clearly trying to dislodge the blindfold.

“Good morning,” Chuuya said, and Dazai immediately brightened.

“Ah, good morning, Chuuya-kun, you seem to have caught me at a disadvantage…” he wiggled his feet, which were not restrained, and then his fingers, the handcuffs tight on his wrists.

“Yup.” Chuuya leaned back on his hand and took the cigarette out of his mouth, watching Dazai work on figuring out his bonds and attempt to free himself. “Remember those videos you were going to send me?”

There was no telling if Dazai knew he was about to step in a minefield; honestly, he probably didn’t care. “Ah, yes! Did you get a chance to watch them? We should revisit that, watch them together…”

“I didn’t get them.”

Dazai’s wiggles stopped for a moment, and Chuuya could see the gears turning over in his head. “Oh. Oops.”

“Oops?”

“I thought you were the last person I’d texted. Guess you weren’t.” He wiggled his feet again and thumped his heels into the mattress. “I mean, can you blame me? You were hitting my prostate so hard I couldn’t remember my own name, never mind who I was texting. Mmmmm.”  His shorts were already starting to tent, and Chuuya rolled his eyes. “Is that why I’m all tied up? And here I thought we were being kinky this morning.”

“Is sex all you ever think about?”

“When I’m sleeping next to a gorgeous little fuck-toy like you? Absolutely.” A pause. “Ow.”

Chuuya dug his elbow in underneath Dazai’s ribs again for good measure, then sighed and scratched his hand through his hair. He stubbed the cigarette out in the ash tray on the nightstand before climbing onto the bed properly. Dazai obviously felt the mattress dip and bounced in place as Chuuya straddled his chest—and then let out a small noise of confusion when Chuuya snapped one of his chokers around Dazai’s neck. “Chuuya-kun?”

He hooked two fingers under the choker and pulled, and Dazai came with it, lifting his shoulders off the bed until he could go no further thanks to the handcuffs. “You will stay put,” Chuuya breathed, and dropped Dazai back on the bed.

The handcuffs clanged together, and for a moment Dazai panted aloud, back arched slightly to the bed. Chuuya sat back and felt his dick trapped in his pajamas, so just to be extra about it, rubbed his ass against Dazai’s concealed dick.

Dazai let a small whine escape, and Chuuya grinned. He continued riding against the bulge in Dazai’s shorts, both his boxers and Dazai’s pajamas acting as a barrier, and it was clearly already getting to Dazai. He flipped open Dazai’s phone. “So, your boss texted,” he said casually, as if he wasn’t dry-humping Dazai’s dick.

“Boss?” Dazai said, a little distracted currently.

“Glasses guy, looks like he has an ulcer. Probably your fault.” Dazai’s mouth twisted into a frown and Chuuya grinned.

“Kunikida-kun is not my boss.”

“Whatever,” Chuuya hummed, spreading his legs and rocking his hips back more. “He said that he needs you guys back like, soon-soon, they’re backlogged and he’s sick of covering.” Chuuya raised an eyebrow at that. “You got him covering for you? Damn, Dazai, did you blow his back out or something? I thought he hated you.”

“Despite appearances, I am good at my job,” Dazai huffed. There was a rosy flush under the blindfold. “And you know I have no interest in men.”

Chuuya tucked his fingers under the choker again, lifting Dazai by his neck. “Oh?” he rumbled dangerously.

Dazai smirked as if he could see Chuuya’s expression, just inches from his. “Of course,” he said. “I would say present company excepted, but dogs don’t really count, do they?”

The air left Dazai’s lungs all at once when Chuuya slammed him back into the bed with both hands. As soon as Dazai caught his breath he laughed, but Chuuya was already stripping his boxers off, and Dazai’s amusement was interrupted by the head of Chuuya’s cock pressing against his lips. Dazai swiped his tongue around it and exhaled through his nose.

It was easy enough to keep Dazai distracted like this, and without creeping hands to slip over his hips and squeeze his ass Chuuya had time to enjoy his nimble tongue. He pointed Dazai’s phone at the action and took a few pictures of him blindfolded and swallowing Chuuya’s dick, decided on the best one and deleted the rest; then set that picture as Dazai’s background.

He pulled back, out of reach, before Dazai could make him come with just his tongue. Dazai licked his now-bruised lips, turning his head up blindly toward Chuuya. “You were that close?” Dazai murmured, clearly delighted.

Chuuya didn’t bother with giving him the satisfaction of an affirmative answer. He tossed Dazai’s phone into the covers and turned, working on sliding Dazai’s pajamas off. Dazai wiggled his hips and tried to help with this endeavor. “Gonna fuck me?” he asked breathlessly, one leg freed and cocked wide, the ruddy curve of his dick exposed.

Well, he had considered it, of course. Chuuya put his palm over the head of Dazai’s dick and rubbed it, before wrapping his hand loosely around the shaft and stroking him a few times. Slick was dribbling down his cock, and Chuuya looked over his shoulder at Dazai, who was humming happily. “You’d enjoy that,” Chuuya said, squeezing Dazai’s cock mercilessly for a second just to hear him yelp. “Wouldn’t you?”

“My darling discount hat rack, I would enjoy anything you did to me right now.”

Chuuya let out a loud, exaggerated sigh. “You make this so difficult,” he hummed, and released Dazai’s cock. He flicked the head once and Dazai hissed, before he turned around and straddled him, facing forward.

“I know your favorite part of this is watching me,” he said, sliding backward so that Dazai’s dick hit the curve of his ass. “So today, you don’t get to.”

Dazai moaned as Chuuya rubbed his ass over Dazai’s dick, now without any barriers between them. He slid his hips back and forth, and let the head catch on his rim, but did not let him thrust inside. This made Dazai bowl his hips up, clearly searching for the friction he properly needed, not this teasing.

“Nope,” he hummed, and Dazai groaned, twisting his wrists in his restraints.

Chuuya maintained this for a while, grinding his ass against Dazai and then backing off, using his hand and doing the same, and even turned fully around and sucked on his dick for a little, waiting for Dazai to get right there to the edge only to have it knocked out from under him by Chuuya.

Dazai panted, open-mouthed, “can I suck your dick again?”

“Hell no,” Chuuya said, stroking Dazai slowly. He pressed his thumbnail into the slit, watching clear slick push past his finger. “You’d bite me.”

“I wouldn’t!”

“Yeah, I don’t trust that,” Chuuya grinned, sliding up Dazai’s chest. His own cock was drooling now as well, and it left wet streaks on the bandages that loosely covered Dazai’s chest. He tugged on Dazai’s hair, turning his head up and pressing his fingers against Dazai’s jaw. Dazai opened his mouth for Chuuya, and Chuuya kissed him.

He slid back, and still holding Dazai by the hair with one hand, used his other to jerk himself off over Dazai’s face. Dazai realized what was happening when the first spurt hit his face, and he panted, mouth open and tongue out, hoping for a taste.

Chuuya was breathing equally hard, but he did nothing to help Dazai try to lick Chuuya’s spunk off Dazai’s face. He released Dazai’s hair and slid off him, sitting on the edge of the bed again and watching Dazai while he shook the post-release lassitude from his limbs.

Then, he stood.

“Chuuya-kun?” Dazai asked, turning his head toward the side of the bed that Chuuya left.

“I think I’m going to get in the hot tub,” Chuuya said, scratching his chest. “After all, we’re gonna be leaving in a few days, so I want to make sure I squeeze all the enjoyment that I can out of it.” He fished out his swim trunks as Dazai rattled his handcuffs against the headboard in disbelief.

“Chuuya-kun, I think you’re forgetting something,” Dazai said urgently, pushing his hips up in the air again. Chuuya glanced at him and grinned again, knowing full well that Dazai couldn’t see his expression, and didn’t say anything else. “Chuuya-kun? Chuuya, Chuuya wait, don’t go, Chuuya-kun, you’re not going to just leave me here, are you? Chuuya-kun?”

Chuuya closed the door to the master bedroom firmly behind him.

#bungou stray dogs #kinktober #skk #soukoku #lemony fresh

[dreamerkitty]

The Blood of an Oni - Chapter 4

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

"Onigama-! Onigama-!"

"Ah.. That voice.. It's so familiar.." I clutched at the sheets, smiling at the thought.

"Onigama, what the hell are you doing, get up!" I sat up quickly, rubbing my eyes, my surroundings were different. The room was empty and the house was pristine.

"What the fuck, stop ignoring me!" I turned quickly, someone was standing in the doorway. I gasped, standing up suddenly.

"Onigumo-!" It was him. Tall, muscular, and with a fierce scowl. "You-You're-!"

"Yeah, what about it? You need to get up, I want to go out." His face was sharp and his eyes narrow, deep red hair with streaks of yellow fell down the sides of his head, the rest tied into a high ponytail. He wore a black kataginu and clothes similar to the small Onigumo I’d seen not long ago.

I couldn't believe it... Something must've finally changed. I quickly put my kimono top on but left my hair down and ran after him. To my surprise as I came outside everything was different... Before me were rolling hills with multicoloured flowers between the long grass, there were trees off in the distance and I could hear a river nearby.

"Gama-!" Onigumo glared at me, his arms crossed.

"G-Gama.." I smiled at the name, repeating it under my breath.

"S-Stop daydreaming!" He snapped, grabbing my wrist, "I wanted to go to that lake today and we're going, you hear me?!"

"Of course!" I smiled, his voice comforted me.

We walked through the fields, I wanted to stop and take it all in but Onigumo was pulling me along. I liked this, he was taller than me, stronger than me. I didn't have to protect him, he protected me.

It wasn't long before the lake came into view, it was surrounded by coloured flowers and the bright blue sky reflected beautifully in the water. Onigumo let go of my hand, running down the slope. I stayed there, taking it all in.

"What's wrong with you today?!" Onigumo's shout broke my fantasy. I hadn't noticed he'd clambered back up, scowling at me again. "Don't ruin today, you hear me?!"

"Don't you want to savor the view?" I smiled, gesturing at the scenery,

"I can take it in later!" He sighed, then without warning he reached behind me, lifting me into his arms. I quickly wrapped my arms around him, feeling my cheeks flush momentarily.

"I should've done this before, you're being a prissy dreamer today. I wanna do what I want, not sightsee." He ran back down the slope and through the flowers, I still gazed at them in awe, even if we did move by a little quickly.

Eventually he stopped, putting me down,

"What did you want to do then?" I turned to him, smiling, but he looked away quickly.

"I'm not gonna tell you if you're gonna forget." Onigumo knelt down and began shifting aside the long grass. I felt a little confused but just sat by myself, looking over the lake. It felt like a long time, the few clouds drifted by and I could hear Onigumo moving about in the grass behind me.

"Okay, fine! I guess you did totally forget! I want a rabbit!" Onigumo called from behind me. I turned to him, a little shocked, he was a little way away now, "So come fucking help me, cause we're not leaving till I get one!"

"What, for a pet?"

"Of course for a pet you idiot!" I laughed, walking over, "I already checked there, go somewhere else-!"

"Okay, okay!" I walked a little further away, shifting the grass aside with my foot as I went. I had no idea where rabbits lived and didn't know if Onigumo knew either but I was more than happy to help.

More clouds were drifting by now and the breeze had picked up slightly, I turned to call for Onigumo but he was already walking over,

"Any luck?"

"What do you fucking think, is there a bunny in my arms?" I laughed, standing up. Onigumo smirked, putting his hands on his hips.

"I guess you'll have to do for now.."

"W-What do you mean?" He walked behind me, slowly wrapping his arms around my waist,

"You'll still be my pet before I get a bunny.." I felt my face flush a bright red as he rested his head on my shoulder, his grip getting tighter. "I'm so happy you're mine, Gama.. You weren't happy with that army anyway, were you?"

"Army..?" I muttered, glancing at him in the corner of my eye.

"Geez, you get up wrong today or something? You've forgotten everything!" Onigumo let go, walking around so he was right in front of me, "Don't you remember when we first met.." He lowered his head, grinning widely, I began to step back but he grabbed me by the wrist again, "I couldn't resist, you were just so cute - even smaller back then too. So I kidnapped you! Now our armies are one, win-win I think!"

"W-What?! I don't remember-!" Onigumo suddenly pulled me close, pressing two fingers to my mouth,

"You don't need to remember, 'cause we're together now, and that's all I need to be happy..."

"You're happy too, right?"

"Right?"

"Onigama?!"

I opened my eyes suddenly.

"O-Onigama-!" I looked towards the voice slowly, Onigumo was leaning over me, his face in deep worry. "Are you okay? I heard you talking so I came in and you're-" It was small Onigumo. "You were crying..." He muttered, looking away nervously. I lifted my hand to my face, he was right, it was damp as well as hot.

"Did you.. Have a nightmare?" Onigumo looked back at me, I hadn't realised he was clutching my other hand.

"N-no.. I'm sorry I scared you.." I sat up, rubbing the back of my neck, Onigumo still stayed close, he seemed worried.

"Can I get you something, you could have a bath… O-Or I could try make something... " I looked down at him, "Ah-sorry.. You probably want to be left alone..."

"No, I-I actually had an idea of what we can do today." Onigumo looked a little surprised, "I hope it'll go well... But... It's a treat, just for you." He leant back in shock,

"W-what do you mean?"

"I remembered this place I used to go to... I think you'll like it." I turned to him, smiling. Without warning Onigumo jumped into me, hugging me tightly. I almost fell back, but put an arm out behind me just in time. He buried his face in my chest, I could feel the damp of his tears.

"Thank you-!"

"Onigumo, why are you crying?" I lifted his head up slightly and he wiped his face with the sleeve of his kimono, "I-I had a nightmare.. Where you left me... And never came back... S-So thank you for being so nice to me now!" He leant on my chest again, crying harder, I stroked his hair, remembering my own dream.

"It was just a dream Onigumo... It's not real... "

#yokai watch #youkai watch #yo-kai watch #yo kai watch #onigumo #onigama #toadal demon #arachnevil #fanfic #writing #yokai #youkai #oni #cw blood

[kiss-inthekitchen]

inside your mind | m.m

summary: you try to outwit Matt's heightened senses. it doesn't go too well, but you're successful in other ways.

wc: 550

notes: this is ooc for Matt being happy and smiling lol. in character for Matt being a huge sub. contains ~suggestive content~ also i'm so late to the Daredevil fandom. title is a the 1975 song bc i've been obsessed with it this month and it kind of works

“I told you, you can’t surprise me,” Matt laughs, catching your wrist again.

“One day,” you huff, snatching your hand back from him and immediately trying it again, reaching for his waist this time, “I’m gonna do it,” Matt can practically hear the frown in your voice, and he can’t keep the smile from his face as he catches you, yet again.

“Good luck with that.”

“Ugh,” you groan, flopping back against your pillow.

Matt, who had been leaning against the headboard, shuffles down to your level, turning towards you and propping himself up on his elbow. “Giving up so easily?”

“Yes,” you lie, and then immediately reach for his forearm with the intention to knock his support out from under him. And of course, he stops you.

“Getting crafty, hm? It was a good try. I respect the effort.”

“You are so annoying, you know that?”

He hums. “And yet, here you are in my bed. Must be something keeping you.”

Instead of responding, you try a rapid fire approach, trying to make contact anywhere and everywhere as he effortlessly blocks all your attempts. Matt’s laughing, and you’re trying not to smile through the disgruntled front you’re putting up, when he grabs both your wrists and doesn’t let go, rolling on top of you as he pins your hands down by your head.

He’s got a triumphant air about him, one eyebrow raised in a silent challenge, and though you love seeing him like this, you’re not going down that easy.

Matt can hear the slight uptick in your heart rate as you make the decision. You drop your voice down a little lower than usual, using the part of your register you save just for him. “I guess you got me. But I think we both know where you’d rather be.”

You hook one of your legs over his, lifting your hips and pushing against his body. Whether you’ve really caught him off guard or he’s just letting you have your way, he still falls back against the mattress, your legs straddling his hips. Somewhere in the shuffle he’d released his hold on you, and you held his hands above his head now, putting your full weight onto them.

“You know I could get out of this in a second,” his breathing has picked up, you can hear it in his voice and it brings a wicked smile to your face.

“I know you could, baby,” you hum, switching your hold on him so you have both his wrists held down by just one of your hands, weakening your hold even further. With your free hand, you slide up the expanse of his neck, resting just beneath his jaw and turning his head to the side to give you a better angle. You lean in, kissing your way up his neck before breathing out, right next to his ear, “But you don’t want to.” You can feel the heavy rise and fall of his chest beneath you before you sit back up, your thumb softly grazing against his jaw. “Do you?”

He almost whines at the loss of contact as you sit up. “No, ma’am.” His voice comes out rougher than before, and you fucking love it.

“That’s what I thought. Think you always know my next move, baby? Why don’t you tell me what I’m gonna do next.”

#matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x y/n #daredevil #daredevil fanfiction #sub matt murdock #matt murdock smut #smiley Matt my beloved #my fics #linking this in my masterlist later bc i got a superbowl party to go to (for the food only i am a bimbo who doesnt understand sports)

[pedrito-friskito]

a time for sinners and a time for saints - matt murdock x vigilante!reader

summary: there’s someone in your city, and it turns out to be more interesting than you bargained for.

warnings: mentions of canon-typical violence, heavy petting, fingering, cursing, etc.

a/n: @saintmurd0ck sent me a request about matt x vigilante!reader and my brain went 👁👄👁 so here have some more

murdock tags: @moonlarking

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Someone’s in your city.

On the streets below, taxis shuffle through the one-ways and intersections, horns honking at all hours, people yelling from corners, conversation lifting to the skies. Street vendors and black market dealers, musicians tapping on bucket drums and saxophones screeching old tunes. Smells of all sorts — hot dogs, sewage, spilled coffee, burnt-out fires in trash cans — swirl through the air. From your perch, a rooftop between West 48th and Broadway, you tilt your head to the side, listening. The speaker snug in your ear rattles off the police scanner monologue. You pick out a target, get to your feet, and take off.

You hook a knee around the fire escape, riding the ladder down to street level, and sprint down the alleyway, rounding the back of the building before darting up the next set of stairs and up to the next roof. You hear sirens in the opposite direction — not the one you’d picked — but as your fingers clench around the eavestrough, grunting with effort as you lift yourself up, there’s a firm grip on your shoulder, curling into the dark fabric of your stealth suit, lifting you to your feet.

Instantly, you flash your hand out to the person’s elbow, a low grunt reaching your ears, but the grip on you stays firm. “You really don’t want to do this,” you say, your voice low. You reach for the wrist next, your hold as tight as the one holding you. The arm is thick, rippled with muscle, tendons in the forearm dancing under your palm as you’re lifted to your feet, and you turn your eyes to see just what you’re up against.

Fuck. He’s hot.

Clothes as dark as your own, heavy boots, gloves, the works. A black mask covering half his face, but leaving a ridiculously sharp jawline bare, skin pebbled with stubble, the most sinful mouth you’ve ever laid eyes on, and it opens slightly as you stare, his head tilting to the side, tongue darting out to wet his lower lip. 

“Who are you,” he says, and even his voice is delicious, rough and gravelly and sending a shock down your spine. It’s not really a question, more of a demand.

“I could ask you the same question,” you say, still gripping the masked man’s wrist. You’ve managed to inch yourself back a bit, turning your body away from the ledge. “I thought I was the only emo-dressed vigilante running around New York right now.”

He cracks a smile. Something in you tightens. “Guess not.”

“Guess not,” you repeat, and you feel the grip loosen ever so slightly. It’s not much, but it’s enough to bat his hand away, stepping out of his grip entirely. The smile widens. “Don’t worry, I’ll play nice.”

“What are you chasing?” he asks, and you slide backwards, towards the centre of the roof, circling him slowly like a lioness stalking its prey. He does look delicious, after all.

“Why should I tell you?”

The smile shrinks to a half smirk, and he raises one hand, placing the other over his heart. “I can guarantee you we’re on the same side, scout’s honour. Or, emo-dressed vigilante’s honour, as it were.”

It puts a grin on your face and you just shake your head. “Give me a name and I’ll think about it.”

“My name?” he asks. “Sort of defeats the whole masked man thing if I tell you who I am, doesn’t it?”

“If you tell me yours, I’ll tell you mine,” you sing, and as you step around him further, completing the circle, you can’t help but reach out, dragging a gloved finger across his broad shoulders. “Maybe we could be of use to each other.”

He turns his head to the side, silhouetted by the bright lights of the street below, and heaven above, you could cut glass with that jaw. “What do they call you?”

“I asked you first, handsome,” you purr, and he turns, smirking as your finger moves from it’s place on his shoulder and across his chest, up under his chin. “I can keep a secret. C’mon, I don’t bite. Unless you ask me to.”

“You’re trouble,” he says, chin lifting as you walk your fingers back down his chest, stopping at his sternum.

You scoff. “Maybe so. But the cells full of delinquents and assholes at my favourite precinct says otherwise.”

“You have a favourite precinct?”

You lift a shoulder. “They’re nice to me, and they don’t ask questions when I show up unannounced with criminals. Sure, I’m no Iron Man, but the Avengers have bigger things to worry about than thieves and vandals, right?”

“So you’re doing this out of the goodness of your heart?” he asks.

“And you’re not?” His smile drops completely, and you can’t help but laugh. “I almost died, in the battle of New York. Buried under a pile of rubble for three days before they pulled me out. I should have died, but I didn’t. So now…”

“You help those who aren’t as lucky as you.”

“Something like that. Grandma used to say I had nine lives. Guess I’m down to eight.”

“Grandma know you’re running around rooftops at night and talking to strangers?”

You actually bark a laugh at that. “She’d have a heart attack if she knew.”

More sirens sound from the street below, and both your heads turn towards it. “Time to go.”

“Guess so. Maybe I’ll see you again.”

“Maybe. Take care of yourself, kitten; I’d hate to see you knocked down to seven lives.”

He’s halfway across the roof before you can remember your own voice, the pet name making every part of you heat for a second. “You didn’t tell me your name!”

“Don’t you know?” he says over his shoulder, the grin returning. “I’m the Devil.”

+

It’s a few weeks, before you catch a glimpse of the Devil again. Even then, it’s only a fleeting thing, a shadow on the rooftop across the alleyway from the one you’re sprinting across. But even in the dark, in the strange backlight New York has to offer, you know that jaw, that smug grin, that black getup.

He doesn’t wave, but puts his fingers to his brow, a subtle salute.

You shake your head and keep running.

+

There’s blood everywhere.

Everywhere, and it’s gotten to the point where you don’t know what’s yours and what belongs to the annoying fuck trying to punch your lights out. You do know, however, that it’s mostly yours. He’s already sliced you in the side a few times and managed to stab you in the shoulder, you’re eighty percent sure your nose is broken, and you’re definitely going to have a concussion with how many times your head has been slammed into the bricks. Your vision is already a little blurry.

You landed a few good hits, but you’d picked a bad target. The guy is bigger than you, sure, but you’d definitely underestimated how strong he is. He manages to toss you down the alley, your back slamming into the edge of a dumpster, and your whole body lights up with pain. Fuck.

Your eye are clouded, from the headshots and the amount of blood that’s now caught in your mask. You feel like you can’t breathe, and you’re trying to power through, planting your gloved hand on the asphalt, but you can’t pull yourself up. The man’s shadow looms over you, and you open your mouth to say something snarky, but the shadow is joined by another before you can.

You can’t see it, but you hear the sound of a fist connecting with the man’s face. He lets out a pained grunt, and there’s a bang of metal. The man shouts, there’s another bang, and then the alley goes quiet.

“Hey, kitten,” a familiar voice says, and your heart leaps in your chest. Oh, for the love of god. “Fancy seeing you here.”

You open your mouth to say something, but all that comes out is a tight moan, pain rippling through your body as thick arms slide underneath you. The movement makes your whole body ache, and you use what little strength you have left to rest your head on his shoulder when he lifts you up and against his chest. He starts to head further into the alleyway, and your body sings in pain with every step.

“It’s okay,” the Devil murmurs, “I’ve got you.”

+

You come to sometime later. It’s hard to say how long. The bed beneath you is definitely not your own, but it’s warm and it’s soft and your sore body is grateful. The sheets have a decidedly male scent to them, and ever so slowly, you push yourself up on your elbows. Your wounds have been tended to, your shoulder and side wrapped in bandages; your outfit is gone, replaced with an old Columbia University t-shirt. You can feel tape over the bridge of your nose, and while your head is groggy as anything, you spy a glass of water and a few ibuprofen on the nightstand.

“I was wondering when you’d wake up,” a voice calls, and you turn your head in it’s direction. “You sort of yelled when I tried to leave you at the hospital.”

Standing in the doorway, is the Devil. 

“How long was I out?”

“A few days,” he replies, and you balk. Fuck. And then you realize…you’re looking at his face. His actual face.

You know it’s him, judging by the all too familiar voice (a little higher-pitched than the voice he uses when he has the mask on, but it’s still familiar) and the sharp as hell jawline. There’s no mask now, and you find ruffled dark hair, bright brown eyes, and those broad shoulders stretched beneath a dark t-shirt, legs covered by grey sweats, and oh my god, he’s tucked the cuffs into his socks.

“The Devil has a face,” you say. “I must be a lucky girl.”

“Well, I had to take your mask off to clean up the blood,” he answers, leaning against the doorway. God, you’re really not sure what you like better, the Devil, or the man he is in the daylight. “It only seemed fair. Plus, we’re on the same side.” He smirks. “Although, you do have a leg up on me now.”

“Oh?”

“May I?” he asks, inclining his head into the room. It must be his bedroom, you realize. You’re in his bed. When you answer yes, he steps inside, walking towards the bed and settling onto the edge of it. “Let’s just say, I wouldn’t be able to pick you out in a lineup. Your secret’s safe with me.”

Your head cocks to the side, and you blink hard at the rush of pain that slides through your skull with the movement. That’s when you realize. His eyes aren’t actually on your face, not really. They’re not focused, a beautiful shade of brown that flits across your features but doesn’t actually land, doesn’t stay in one spot.

He’s blind.

“You’re…?” you trail off, not sure the best way to say it. Is it polite to just say it outright?

“Blind,” he says, finishing the sentence for you. Well, that answers that. “Mostly.”

“Mostly? You’re mostly blind and you moonlight as a masked vigilante?”

“A story for another time,” he says, and reaches out to cover your hand with his own. His hands are big  and you can feel your cheeks heat when his fingers curl around yours. He smiles. “How are you feeling?”

You sigh, sinking into the pillows a little more. “Like I got my ass beat.”

“Sounds about right.” He reaches a hand out, and his fingers rest lightly on your cheek. “Your nose wasn’t broken, by the way.”

“Oh, thank god,” you whisper out, relieved. “I’m sure my face is a mess.”

The corner of his mouth quirks. “You’re beautiful.”

The words make your face heat. “Said the blind man.”

“Mostly blind,” he reiterates, and his hand moves from your cheek to your jaw, fingers firm beneath your chin. “I’m glad you’re all right, kitten.”

“Thanks to you,” you say. “Thank you, by the way, for stepping in.”

“Happy to,” he grins. “Can’t have you losing any more of those lives, right? Besides, like you said: maybe we can be of use to each other.”

“I’ll have to return the favour,” you scoff, realizing that his fingers haven’t left your chin. “So, you’ve shown me your face, am I overstepping if I ask for your name?”

“Oof, now you’re just crossing the line,” he says, and it takes you a moment to realize he’s joking. He’s also leaning towards you. Oh my god. “It’s Matt. Matt Murdock.”

You breathe out your own name, lifting up on your hands again, closing the distance between you. His hand drags down your chin, skimming over your collarbone before the flat of his palm rests against your chest, right over your heart.

“Excited, kitten?”

You’re not ashamed to admit there’s a fire between your legs, and every move he makes is stoking it, making your breath catch in your throat. He inhales sharply, planting his other hand beside your hip.

“Can I kiss you?”

You barely nod, breathing out a yes please before his lips come crashing down onto yours. It’s soft but hard at the same time, his palm moving back up until it’s resting against your throat, fingers curling around your neck lightly. It makes you gasp, and while your movements are slow, his are careful. He groans into you, pushing his forehead against yours after a moment, pulling his mouth from yours to suck down a breath.

“Is it strange for me to say I’ve wanted to do that since that night on the rooftop?”

You shake your head, letting your eyes flutter shut. “Kiss me again.”

He cracks a smile again, and obliges, tilting his head to the side so he can kiss you from a different angle this time. His tongue slides across the seam of your lips this time, and you drop your jaw, letting him in, moaning at the taste of coffee on his tongue. You lift your own hand to his shoulder, curling your fingers in the fabric of his t-shirt, trying to pull him closer. Your body aches, but you don’t care, pushing through the pain because he feels so good.

“Matt,” you start, wincing when you move too fast and your side sparks with pain.

“Can I touch you?” he asks, his voice lower and huskier. He sounds more like the Devil now, and it sends a thrill through you. “I’ll be careful.” His mouth moves to your forehead, kissing you once, twice, three times. “I just wanna make you feel good.”

You nod again and he moves himself further onto the bed, tilting you back to lay against the pillows again and fitting himself at your side. His mouth moves back to yours, kissing your bottom lip and then your top one, the corner of your mouth and your cupid’s bow. And all the time, his hand roves down your front, careful as anything over the bandages before his knuckles skim your hip and trace over the hem of your underwear. You’re twitching, reaching one hand up to thread in his hair while he drinks down the moans that slip out of you.

He rubs a perfect circle over your clit and your jaw drops open. He uses it to his advantage, licking into your mouth, smiling against your lips as he draws another circle. “You’re wet,” he murmurs, cursing under his breath.

The hand not in his hair reaches for his wrist and you curl your fingers around it, lifting your hips up to chase his touch, gasping when his fingers slip lower, one finger dipping in to his first knuckle before he draws back. “Oh god, Matt, more please,” you whisper, and he kisses you deeper, swallowing your noises as he slides one finger all the way in, dragging along the deepest parts of you before pulling out completely. You whine at the loss, but then there’s two thick fingers breaching you instead, and you relax into the feeling, sighing into his mouth.

He sets a perfect rhythm, the pads of his fingers finding that devastating part of you all too easily. It’s like he’s trained for this. It doesn’t take much for you to cum, everything in you clamping down on his fingers as he fucks you through it, kissing the gasps from your mouth and mumbling encouragements. “Good girl, kitten,” he whispers, and it’s a miracle you don’t cum again right there on the spot. Every bit of pain in you recedes for one blissful moment, your back arching until your chest is flush with his.

He kisses you a little while longer, hand still between your legs, both of you unwilling to move for a moment.

Now this is going to be interesting.

#murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you #matt murdock smut #daredevil #daredevil x reader #daredevil x you #daredevil smut #my fics #matt murdock x vigilante!reader #a time for sinners and a time for saints #the kitten and the devil

[childeaether]

venus.

cw: 18+ only, xiao/f!reader, law school au, enemies to lovers, rough sex, dumbification, degradation

wc: 2.5k

it was getting late. well, it got late about two hours ago. now midnight was approaching at an annoyingly fast rate. you were exhausted, xiao was irritable, and the report was nowhere near done. it was a miracle that no one had come by to lock up the study room for the night.

“this case doesn’t make any sense,” you griped, typing aggressively on your laptop. xiao sighed.

“you’ve said that three times in the last thirty minutes. i get it,” he said flatly. you shot him a look. your professor had to be some kind of sadist. you and xiao had hated each other since the first day of class. rarely did a lecture go by without the two of you arguing- whether it was about law or the color of the sky.

“read this,” you said, turning your laptop towards him. his eyes narrowed as he read over the report, which you’d rewritten twice now. he shook his head as he approached the end.

“your reasoning doesn’t make any sense. you’re just mentioning another case to make the holes in your argument look smaller,” he said. “and the fuck does the implied powers have to do with anything?”

you snatched your laptop back. “at least i’m putting ideas out there. you’ve been rereading it for, like, forty five minutes.”

he rolled his eyes. “right. why analyze the case to further understand it when you could just spew bullshit and pray something is right?”

you groaned in frustration. “this case is at least a century old. you’re not supposed to ‘further understand it.’ the whole point of the assignment is torture us mentally.”

“the whole point of the assignment is to challenge us,” he shot back, “something you will have to get used to if you want a fucking law career.”

you slammed your laptop shut. “i get it, you think i’m stupid-”

“i don’t think you’re stupid, i think you’re fucking lazy.”

you snorted, but there was no humor in it. “i’m lazy, but you haven’t written shit. got it.”

he stood. “listen, i’m sorry that you weren’t paired with your little boyfriend, but-”

“my little boyfriend?” you said, incredulous. “what are you even talking about?” you got to your feet, too. the two of you were ticking time bombs, trapped in each other’s space. as always.

“that ginger you sit next to. don’t act like i’m wrong,” he snapped, “you two are so fucking obvious.”

you laughed in disbelief. “jesus christ, you are such an asshole. his name is childe. you’ve known him an entire semester-”

xiao cut you off, “you’re unbearable around him. that stupid high pitched giggle you do? it gives me a fucking headache-”

“laughing at his jokes means i’m fucking him?” you didn’t even realize that you’d raised your voice.

“you dumb yourself down for him,” xiao said. “it’s infuriating. you can have anyone you want, why do you settle for that moron?”

“i’m not settling for him,” you hissed, “i don’t even talk to him outside of class! and so what if i fucking was? god forbid someone likes me, right? just because you hate me doesn’t mean the rest of the world does.”

something in his eyes changed. you suddenly realized how close your faces were. you must’ve gotten closer as your tempers escalated.

“you are stupid,” he said, softly. before your rage took hold, he continued, “i.. don’t hate you.”

you scoffed. “yeah, right,” you said, starting to back away. his hand caught your shoulder, gentle but firm. the earth stopped turning. he’d never looked at you like this before. like you were more than a nuisance. much more.

it clicked. oh.

“what did you mean by.. what you said a second ago?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. “that i.. can ‘have anyone i want?’” your heart was beating fast, and it wasn’t caused by rage, this time.

for a moment, xiao looked vulnerable. “we don’t have to talk about this,” he whispered. “i know that we argue a lot, and i know that i can be a dick, but- i don’t hate you. i don’t.”

your heart was caught in your throat. “how do you feel about me?” you breathed.

his cheeks reddened. he clearly wasn’t used to being emotionally vulnerable, especially in front of you. “it’s complicated,” he said. “it’s not necessarily how i feel about you, but how you make me feel.”

a small smile creeped onto your lips. “well.. what are you involuntarily feeling?”

your smile seemed to relax him, if only slightly. he sighed. “i’ve been asking myself the same question for months. i mean, you always annoyed me- especially in the beginning. but, as time went on, i don’t know.. i started noticing little things.

“like the look in your eye when you’re winning an argument. or the one when you’re losing. how you bite your lip when you’re focused on something..” he trailed off. he looked up, finally meeting your eyes.

“like i said, it’s complicated,” he murmured. “but whatever i was feeling was.. warm. pleasant, even if i didn’t want it to be. then, you started hanging out with that childe guy, and these feelings went from warm to… hot. like a, a burning sensation, in my chest.”

just thinking about it seemed to frustrate him. “he made you laugh. you didn’t look at him like you wanted to kill him. i mean, you liked him. and i couldn’t stand it, because-”

he cut himself off, trying to muster up the courage to say whatever was about to come next. “i couldn’t stand that you would never see me the way you saw him.” his breathing was shaky. it made your heart ache.

your faces were so close.

“it drives me insane,” he continued. “you drive me insane. and i just want to-”

you cut him off, capturing his lips in a desperate, long-awaited kiss. he jumped at first, shocked, but melted into it before too long. his hands found themselves on your hips, gripping them firmly. pulling you closer to him. you tangled your fingers in his hair, relishing in the deep groan that escapes him when you tug on the strands.

he bit your lip as he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours. you whined and gasped for breath. you brought a hand to his cheek, brushing a piece of hair behind his ear. “you have no idea how long i’ve wanted to do that,” you whispered. his fingers dug into your waist.

“you’re not fucking childe?” he said. god, his eyes.

you shook your head.

“good.”

just like that, he was on you again. the kiss was rougher this time, hotter. teeth nipped at lips, tongues prodded at one another, hands made their way up your shirt. xiao pulled away briefly to remove it. he pushed you up against the desk as his lips chased yours once again. you had no objections, dizzy with lust.

he shoved a thigh between your legs and you moaned as he pressed it against you.

“god, look at you,” he whispered, his teeth against your neck. he moved his thigh, and you couldn’t stop your hips from grinding against it. there was an almost sinister look in his eye. it was sadistic, but adoring. your heart was fluttering in your chest.

“aw, baby,” he cooed, “i’ve hardly touched you. do you really need it that bad?” that condescending tone did something to you. a familiar fog was starting to form in your head. “i guess i should’ve seen this coming. smart girls like you love to be turned into dumb sluts in bed, right?”

a shiver ran down your spine. before you could respond, he moved his ground his thigh against you. an embarrassingly high pitched noise escaped your throat. “yeah, that’s what i thought,” xiao teased, sinking his teeth into your collarbone. your nails dug into his shoulder.

suddenly, he pulled away. you whined pitifully at the loss of contact, but the disappointment didn’t last long. your heart skipped a beat as you realized xiao had pulled away to take off his belt. that fog was getting hard to ignore.

he noticed you staring. “bend over the desk,” he commanded, “and hike up your skirt for me.”

as if your panties weren’t soaked enough before.

nervously, you bent yourself over the desk and pulled your skirt up, exposing the silk panties you had on underneath. they were genuinely comfortable. xiao picked a good day to confess.

you heard him inhale sharply behind you, taking you in. “fuck,” he whispered, running a hand up your thigh. you couldn’t help but squirm. “you’re already so wet i can see it through your panties. does it turn you on when i tell you what to do?”

two fingers traced the outline of your pussy over your panties. “or maybe it was the ‘dumb slut’ part, hmm?”

you moaned helplessly, wriggling your hips. “xiao, please,” you begged, “hurry up, i- i want it.”

“be patient,” he replied. you felt lips press against your inner thigh. your skin felt like it was on fire, his lips burning a trail everywhere they touched. you whimpered and squirmed, desperate.

“please, just- fucking get on with it,” you cried. your cunt was aching. you’d imagined xiao fucking you on shameful, lonely nights. especially on days like this, when the two of you had been at each other’s throats. and now it was here. real.

“god, please-”

“shut the fuck up, slut, or i’ll rip these panties off and gag you with them,” he growled. the fog won. you felt yourself melt into the desk, into submission. your hips stilled, and you bit your lip to keep from whining. every second that passed felt like a lifetime.

finally, he pulled your panties down, exposing your dripping sex. you gasped at the sensation of cold air against you. it only made you feel hotter.

he ran his middle and index finger up and down your folds, maddeningly slow. god, it was hard to keep quiet. you could hardly think about anything but xiao, xiao’s fingers, xiao’s dick.

you couldn’t stop yourself from moaning out loud when his fingers began to circle your clit. they were slow and gentle; you needed them to be more.

“you’re so beautiful,” xiao whispered. you hung on to his every word. “i want to take my time with you, and i promise i will, later.. but right now, i can’t help myself.” he took your wrists into one hand, holding them behind your back. he leaned forward, his lips brushing against your ear as he continued, “i’m going to fuck you senseless.”

you cried out as he plunged two fingers inside you, thrusting in and out roughly. it was a relief, but it wasn’t enough. you tried to grind your hips onto his fingers to no avail. “and you’re going to take what i give you, aren’t you, baby?” he said, kissing a particularly sensitive spot behind your ear.

“because you’re my good, stupid slut.” he added a third finger and curled them inside you, finally hitting the sweet spot he’d been searching for. you let out a low moan at the sensation. “you think you’re so smart, but look at you. trying to fuck yourself on my fingers. if i’d known this is all it takes to shut you up, i would’ve done this a long time ago.”

you mumbled out a pathetic, incoherent moan. you couldn’t even argue with him, you were so desperate.

“it’s okay, pretty girl,” he whispered. “i’ve got you. i’ll give you what you want. you just have to ask.”

you knew what that meant. “please,” you begged, “please- fuck me, xiao! i want it so bad, i’m so..” you trailed off, trying to hang on to your train of thought as he twisted his fingers inside you. your sentence became a string of incoherent please’s.

luckily for you, xiao was nearing the limit of his control. “good girl,” he said. you heard shuffling behind you as he positioned himself, the tip of his cock pressing against the entrance to your cunt. his grip on your wrists tightened. “take a deep breath, baby.”

he thrust his hips forward and finally, he was inside you. it stung at first, but you adjusted quickly. when he felt you relax, he pulled your wrists toward him, using them as leverage to better fuck into you.

“oh, thank you, thankyouthankyouthankyou,” you moaned, relishing in the feeling of him brushing against your g-spot. every thrust had you seeing stars.

“fuck, you feel so good,” xiao hissed, picking up the pace. he pressed kisses down your spine. “so pretty, such a good girl. you like being fucked rough like this, baby? is this what you needed?”

you let out another string of whimpers, nodding desperately. “it’s so good,” you slurred, “i’m close.”

he released your wrists to grab your forearm, pulling you up, against his chest. this angle was somehow better than the last, directly targeting that sweet spot he’d only been brushing before. “oh, yes! right there!” you cried.

xiao let out a growl, fucking you harder than before. “that’s right, you stupid slut. fucking take it,” he snarled, biting into your neck. “you wanna cum?”

you nodded feverishly, no longer bothering to quiet the little noises he forced out of you with each thrust. “yes, god, please,” you begged, tears beginning to form in your eyes.

he suddenly pulled out and flipped you onto your back, thrusting inside you again without missing a beat. you grabbed onto his shoulders, trying to stay grounded. “tell me what you are,” he said, hardly louder than a whisper.

your cheeks were burning. you knew what he meant. in any other circumstance, you would’ve fought him on it, or at least tried to. but you’d never had dick this good in your life. you weren’t about to disobey him.

a thumb hovered above your clit. “tell me what you are,” he repeated, his gaze unwavering. you couldn’t resist him if you tried.

“i’m a dumb slut!” you cried, tears running freely now. he brought his thumb down, rubbing in time with his quick, rough thrusts. your eyes rolled back as you came, cunt clenching down desperately, legs shaking around his waist.

xiao was quick to follow, cumming inside you with a low, gravelly groan as he pulled your hips against him. you whined at the feeling.

as he came down, he pressed his lips to yours again, much gentler than he had earlier. you kissed him back, slowly gathering your bearings.

when you pull away, he peppers your cheeks with light kisses. “you were so good,” he whispered, “so good for me.” you hummed happily, capturing his lips once more.

he pulled out of you, much to your dismay. before you could demand another round, you were hit with a sudden realization. “oh, fuck,” you said, frantically pulling your shirt over your head.

his eyes widened and he put a hand on your arm. “what is it? what’s wrong?” he asked, sounding genuinely concerned. it was a cute look on him.

“the fucking case report,” you grumbled.

he grinned and gently tugged you back to his chest. “don’t worry. i can fix your half in, like, thirty minutes.”

you shot him an annoyed but amused look. “you’re an asshole,” you said. he pressed a kiss to your nose.

“you love it,” he replied.

and you did.

#i am not entirely happy w this but #i have been starving yall and im sorry for that #not beta read at all #my bad #xiao x reader #xiao x female reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #xiao smut