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dailyfigures · 4 months
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Misaka Mikoto ; A Certain Scientific Railgun ☆ Kotobukiya
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sh0zuki · 5 months
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mireprozeewka · 7 months
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sunshinearc · 1 year
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A Certain Scientific Accelerator
Accelerator
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ms-scarletwings · 11 months
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Can we PLEASE mcfuckinh talk about how Accelerator from the Toaru Project is literally the Megamind of anime?
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Like, like, he’s supposed to be one of the most ultra savage, terrifying, and most brutally overpowered assholes of the series, still gets his ass throttled by the designated hero, and YET like 95% of his interactions with the other baddies is just to roast them for not passing the evil vibes check right before he saves/protects every innocent civilian in a mile radius.
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fatt-vs-internet · 1 year
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chaztalk · 7 months
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Special thanks to Death Battle for getting me into the Toaru-verse last year in preparation for Killua vs Misaka. Without them, I wouldn’t have loved my frog daughter so much. Also, happy belated Leap Day.
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beebo26 · 7 months
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Heaven Canceller ( The gekota doctor) seeing those same kids with new heavy injuries every week in his hospital
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Raildex tier list
Because fuck it, why not.
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Do note that this isn't an entirely accurate list, and comes with caveats. As always, the excessive fanservice of each entry frustrates me to no end, and most of the series would improve in quality if 90% of the fanservice was excised.
I like New Testament up until the Kamisato arc, where it craters into mediocrity, before picking back up again with the Aleister/Coronzon arc. So it's Peak with asterisks.
Genesis Testament I hesitated in putting it in mid, but decided against it. While I really love the first 3 volumes, not much after them really struck me as good or was as memorable. GT4 was mid to bad, with the exception of the Sisters stuff and what the President was doing. GT5 was pretty decent, there's just aspects of it I find dragged it down. GT6 was also pretty decent overall. GT7 was not bad, it's just not much happens until the last chapter/epilogue. GT8 was kinda forgettable. And then GT9 was hype except for some parts. I'm overall very torn on GT overall, but not enough to call it mid.
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relivinginthemoment · 2 months
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DO YOU LIKE A KUROKO CENTRIC FANFIC?! BOY DO I HAVE A FIC FOR YOU
Summary: Ghost are not real. At least, they're not supposed to be but there he was floating over there with no absolute care in the world. Kuroko sighs, if only her Imagine Breaker can destroy him.
(An au where instead of Kamijou Touma its Kuroko Shirai that has the IB)
As stated its a story about a Shirai Kuroko and instead of being as the perverted (concerningly sooo) teleporter and a law abidding judgement enforcer! She's now living the life of Kamijou Touma and being the sole user of, you guess it, Imagine Breaker! Now she finds herself with a gluttonous nun and an annoying Ghost by her side, what ever will happen to her so called normal life now?!
Its a fun little au created by yours truly ( Me) in effort to sate my desire to see a Kuroko centric story and yes it very self indulgent and yes it can be seen as a fix it fic! but in only one side! the other I don't really know, already removing Touma in the world is what's making the dynamics fucky.
Side characters thare rarely used? Well now you're gonna see it used.
Girls only being there as a love interest?! *Incorrect buzzer noises* They're now there with their own goals and character arcs!
Kuroko still being a loser? Wellll..
A friendship between Kamijou and Kuroko!? YEP THERE ARE ALL THERE!!
Plans are made and promises are to be broken in this fic! and who knows maybe some characters that you remember are experiencing their own little side plot! and hey have a read if that interested you!
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dailyfigures · 2 months
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Shokuhou Misaki ; A Certain Scientific Railgun ☆ FuRyu
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lordehermes · 1 year
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All my favorite characters be like: *are pathetic and have something very wrong with them*
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mireprozeewka · 10 months
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gentle electricity
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yukiteruakari · 10 months
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Toaru Majutsu no Index x Oshiro Project: RE Collaboration - Accelerator Sprites
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ravianaa · 1 year
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𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚
“You're either very brave or very stupid to talk to me like that, you know?”
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featuring: accelerator
cw: making out, oral sex (female receiving), teasing, fingering, afab reader
i had so much fun writing this oneshot that i continued to expand it into a mini fic on ao3, so if you're interested 👀
wordcount: 4970
18+ content - MDNI
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The fact that Yomikawa has a niece wasn't of much interest to Accelerator before. The fact that you will spend the holidays in her apartment in Academy City however, is a different story.
The thought to live with someone his age for so many weeks bothers him for some reason.
That's why he eyes you with a rather suspicious look when you first enter the flat, being greeted by your aunt, Yoshikawa and a very excited Last Order.
He runs his eyes over your physique, your expression and your statue.
You don't have any powers, are just like any other tourist visiting the City.
You seem normal, boring. No one seems surprised when he trots to his room without uttering a word to you.
While leaving, he hears Yomikawa say “That's Accelerator. No worries, he's always like this” and he rolls his eyes before closing the door behind him.
The two of you don't exchange any words in the first three days. On the fourth day, you try to start a conversation with him during breakfast and he brings up the kindness to answer in short, snippy sentences.
But when Yomikawa suggests that he could show you a bit more of the city, he immediately closes up again, saying he is too busy for that.
Busy with what, you don't know. And you surely don't have the confidence to ask him about it.
Despite his uninterested attitude, you continue being nice to him for some reason, talking to him even though it is rather one-sided.
By the third week, you manage to build up a little connection to him, just by using the few chances you got to talk to him.
The two of you play with Last Order from time to time, sometimes, when he's in the mood, he helps you prepare lunch or dinner, even listens to some stories you tell about your home.
But he never tells you anything about himself. From Yomikawa you hear that he is a... rather troubled teen. Someone who went through a lot, someone who grew up without a family and strayed to the wrong path.
She never tells you any details and you don't ask for more. The only thing you know is that he's strong. So strong even that he's considered the strongest in the city.
He doesn't look like it, you have to admit. But nothing in this city seems normal or predictable, so you don't doubt your aunt's words.
It is warm this day, the AC is running, the curtains in front of the windows shield out the sunlight as good as possible.
Still, you crave anything that might be able to cool you down and you get out of your room, heading for the kitchen to search for ice or at least a cold bottle of water.
When you step through the doorframe, you startle for a second when you see Accelerator standing in front of the fridge.
Yomikawa had took Last Order with her to go grocery shopping and you thought that he might be out doing... whatever he busies himself with usually.
But he stands there in front of you, one hand resting on the upper edge of the door of the fridge, while the other reaches inside to pull out a black can of cold coffee.
He allowed you to taste it once and it tasted absolutely horrible to you, pure bitterness.
If the color black had a taste, it would taste like this, you thought. But it fits him for some reason.
While he turns his body and takes a step to the side, his eyes meet yours, completely unbothered. You bring a smile to your lips.
“Fueling your addiction?” you ask, walking past him and taking a look into the fridge yourself.
To your misfortune, there is no ice cream left inside you could use to satisfy your cravings. You hope your aunt would bring a new package along with the other groceries.
“The only good thing about this city” you hear Accelerator mumble, then, the clicking and hissing of the can opening echoes through the room.
Closing the door of the fridge, you lean your shoulder against it, eyes resting on him, observing him as he leans against the counter.
“Oh, come on, I'm sure there are more great things about Academy City.”
Your words cause him to scoff as he looks down onto the can.
“That's easy to say when you didn't grow up here.”
A short episode of silence spreads between the two of you, but by now, you are used enough to it to not let it get awkward.
You just look at him, run your eyes over his white hair and down to the device around his neck.
You don't know much about it.
Yomikawa only told you that it is a device for his power to function properly after he had been injured two years prior.
Once more, you realize that you know almost nothing about him.
He's a walking mystery to you. And if you are honest to yourself, that only makes him more interesting, makes you more intrigued to get closer to him.
“You look calm today. More rested than on most other days” you comment therefore, making him rise a brow at you.
“Guess I slept kinda good tonight. And the little klutz isn't here, the silence is a calming change.”
You can't help but laugh a little at that. Despite the light annoyance in his voice, you are very aware of how much Last Order means to him. But you figure that most older brothers probably wouldn't admit how much they actually care about their family.
Leaning your head a little to the side, you run your eyes once more over him.
Your feel your heart beat faster, feel it in your throat. Then, you allow the words on the tip of your tongue to slip out.
“You actually look good, handsome almost.”
Despite not being sure, you have the feeling that he slightly tenses at your words. Then, his eyes rest on you, a suspicious, stern gaze filling them.
“You trying to make fun of me?”
With an honest smile, you shake your head. “I wouldn't dare.”
His gaze keeps resting on you while he rises the can to his lips. You feel his eyes slither down your figure and it makes your stomach flutter.
You have to admit that it isn't an unpleasant feeling.
Then, his eyes hit yours again, locking with them over the edge of his can.
“Good choice” you hear him mutter, before he takes another sip from his coffee.
You are not sure where you collect your bravery from, but despite your heartbeat filling out your entire body and making your legs tremble, you slowly step forward, small, cautious steps leading you towards him.
The entire time, he watches you. Like an animal in the wild, always aware of his surroundings.
Prying on its target.
“Has no one ever told you that you look good?” you ask, your voice soft, thin, almost translucent.
Accelerator slightly leans his head to the side, rising his brow as he observes you stopping right in front of him.
“Are you trying to flirt with me?” he asks. You suppress the urge to bite your lip at his tone.
With your heartbeat in your fingertips, you move your arms and rest your hands on the counter behind him, caging him between your arms.
Nervousness fills your entire body, your pulse almost blocks your voice.
In the end, a low “Who knows” leaves your lips, words barely more than an exhale.
God, you are crazy for doing this. You have no idea where this courage comes from and you fear that he might shove you away or laugh at you.
The fact that he doesn't only makes your heart beat faster and the keen gaze he is observing you with doesn't help to calm it down.
You spent the last three weeks admiring him in silence and between little snippets of conversations.
Now you decide to simply let him know that you find him attractive. What he does with that information or how he reacts is out of your control.
While he rises the can to his lips once more, you notice a little twitch in the corners of his mouth. The hint of a smile, his eyes never leaving yours.
“Any other reckless questions you want to ask me?”
The low tone of amusement, the tease waving along in his voice fuels the tension between the two of you. You dare to lean in a little closer towards him.
You are sure your heart has never raced like this before.
“Have you ever kissed someone?”
This is insane, you think to yourself. You are insane.
“I don't know why that would be any of your business” he responds. But instead of pushing you away or pulling away himself, he just keeps on looking at you, even leans in a little closer, his voice low, almost warning.
“Come on, you can tell me.”
Your voice is just as low, the pulse in your throat makes it hard to speak any louder.
“What if I have?”
His teasing tone makes your lower body boil. To compensate it, you decide to answer in the same manner.
“Hmm, so mysterious, aren't you? Or are you embarrassed to admit it?”
“Why would I? Do I radiate virgin energy to you?”
You bite your lip to suppress a grin spreading on your lips. The tension between the two of you is so thick, unbearable. You think your knees will give in each second.
“What if you do?”
Accelerator actually smirks a little at your words, a hint of playful offense in his expression.
“You're either very brave or very stupid to talk to me like that, you know?”
He licks his lower lip and you are sure that your legs start melting away beneath you.
“Are you trying to scare me?”
Your voice trembles, you can't help it. The attraction and arousal in your stomach messes with your brain. You are surprised that you're actually able to speak back to him.
“Do you find me scary?” he responds, leaning in closer once more. Your noses are almost touching, his eyes still looking deeply into yours.
“I'd rather call it... interesting.”
Your answer makes his smirk grow a little bit.
“Interesting, huh? That's a very vague description.”
His voice is so low, so deep and seductive. It's unbearable to take.
But neither of you moves back, instead, you slowly move forward. At some point, your noses brush against each other, eventually you look down to each other's lips.
And then suddenly, you connect, both of you sighing with relief into the kiss.
You place your hands on his chest, fingers digging into the textile of his striped sweater, while one of his hands rests against your neck, his thumb striking over your cheek.
His kisses are dominant, rough, but not at all unpleasant. It only makes the trembling of your body worse.
You can't help but slide your fingers beneath the textile of his shirt, fingertips ghosting over his flat stomach.
Accelerator growls against your lips, the sound sends shivers to your core.
He then pulls back from you, burning red eyes hypnotising you. His thumb moves from your cheek, strikes over your swollen lower lip instead.
He smirks when you open your mouth the slightest bit, wait for him to shove his finger inside.
Instead, he moves his thumb further, makes it rest on the other side of your neck so that he holds your throat between his fingers.
His smirk only grows at the gasp leaking your lips.
“Not satisfied with only kissing, huh?” he asks, feeling you swallow beneath the grip of the fingers that could destroy so easily.
You can only look at him, into his glaring eyes, totally at his mercy.
Before you are able to answer, he leans his forehead against yours, his breath striking your lips enough to make you ache for more of him.
The pressure around your throat tightens the slightest bit, then, he slowly pushes you backwards towards the living room, your legs barely obeying thanks to the shivers his aura sends through your body.
“Coming back to that virgin energy thing...” he says, low and warning. “How about you see for yourself what kind of energy I radiate.”
You gasp, your heart beats hard against your ribcage, echoes through your entire body. You feel your pulse between your legs and you squirm a little beneath his grip, desperate to somehow relieve the tension building inside your lower body.
Before you can respond to him in any type of way, the back of your knees meets with the edge of the sofa in the living room and you loose your balance.
Accelerator's fingers slip from your neck as you drop down onto the sitting surface, looking up at him, waiting for another move from him.
As he licks his lower lip, the shadow of another smirk ghosts over his mouth.
You feel a shiver run through your body, watch him as he leans down towards you and places his hands on the backrest of the sofa, before his lips lower down onto yours once more to catch you in a heated kiss.
Whining against him, you wrap your arms around him to pull him down, but he quickly moves his lips to the side of your neck, gently grazes them over your shivering skin.
„Patience“ he whispers next to your ear, a single word that makes you whine and stop your attempt to pull him down to you.
Instead, you just continue to gasp and shiver beneath his touch, feel how he slowly moves his lips lower down your neck, trails them down until he arrives at the hem of your t-shirt.
You hold your breath, wait for him to continue, almost burst beneath the pressure and arousal that rests on and inside of you when he's so close to you.
While he slips one hand beneath your shirt, fingertips ghosting over your waist, he slowly sinks down to his knees, makes you gasp as he rests in front of your legs.
The way he looks up at you almost makes you whine, his red eyes carrying a darkness that make you shiver and sweat at the same time.
It sparks electricity through your veins, all of it collecting between your legs in sweet ecstasy.
„Hold still for me, will you?“ he eventually asks, running his fingers once more over your side.
You can only nod, without the breath to speak, without the power to do anything but obey him.
You feel him tug at your hotpants, grabbing at the waistband to pull it down your hips.
„Can I take this off?“
A voice with genuine concern carries his words and for a second, you only look into his eyes, see them brighten a little bit.
Even though you barely know him, never were this close to him before, you make the decision to trust him, trust your gut feeling that he won't hurt you.
With a slow movement, you rise your pelvis as an answer, constantly looking at him as he grabs your short pants and your slip along with it, tugging the clothes down your legs.
You shiver at the feeling of cool air hitting your lower body, his palms on your bare thighs send shivers down your spine and a whine leaves your throat, your eyes seeking for his red irises again.
After the sound leaks your lips, he looks up at you, both of his hands running over your thighs, his fingertips slightly digging into your flesh.
„Spread your legs for me.“
His words, his voice, his eyes. Everything about him draws you in so much that you don't even think about refusing what he asks of you.
You slowly open your legs for him, watch how his eyes immediately fall onto your bare middle, how they brighten a little bit.
The way he presses his lips together and the little spark in his eyes make you flinch in embarrassment.
„Don't stare at me like that“ you bring out with a thin voice, breaking him out of his trance.
Accelerator's eyes narrow as he looks up at you.
„Oh, I'm sorry.“
His voice drips with sarcasm while his right hand slides over the underside of your thigh, constantly looking at you as his fingers trail further and further.
„Want me to do this instead?“
He has barely finished speaking when his fingers arrive at your hip, thumb resting on your hipbone.
His fingers slide further and further down, he watches your lips part in a gasp as he slithers down your pubic bone, further down until his thumb rests an inch above your clit.
Then he stops, his finger draws lazy small circles over your sensitive skin and it drives you insane.
Gasping, you look at him through pleading eyes, beg for more with nothing but your gaze.
But you already have the feeling that that isn't enough for him, that he wants to hear it. Wants to hear you beg for him.
And so you do.
“Please” is the only thing you bring out, the word barely more than a breath slipping past your lips.
Accelerator rises a brow and for a short second, you have the desire to crush his head between your thighs, because his dominance and cold demeanour is so unbreakable.
It frustrates you how he can be so cool and collected despite kneeling beneath you and between your legs, while you are a shivering, heated mess above him.
But the fear that he might just leave you hanging if you don't behave the way he wants is bigger.
Therefore, a slightly louder, more collected “Please, Accelerator” leaves your lips.
Two words that seem to bring him enough satisfaction that a light smirk curls his lips.
Without breaking eye contact with you, he slides his thumb down to rest directly on your clit, the contact immediately making you throw your head back.
Your fingers find the textile of the couch, hold onto it since you're not brave enough to grab for the white haired esper himself as he moves his finger in perfectly paced circles.
Unsure if it is intelligence, luck or real experience guiding his movements, you can't deny that your teasing assumption from before seemed to be wrong.
If he really hasn't done this before, he is great at covering it up, because the way he touches you, the way he looks at you carries so much confidence that you can't help but feel intimidated.
You whine, struggle above him and still hold onto the upholstery of the couch, his circling finger moving you further up a spiral of ecstasy.
Still, there is something missing, you can't help but crave his tongue, his mouth, his lips on your aching middle.
“Use your mouth” you breathe out, try not to sound too whiny, try not to act and be too pathetic.
The way he licks through the corner of his mouth, still looking up at you... it's almost enough to make your heart stop.
He halts his movements, only rises a brow at you. And you realize again that he wants to hear more.
Biting your lip, you try to ignore the heat in your face before lowly whining out a “Please, use your mouth on me.”
He smirks like the sadist he is as he presses his lips against the inside of your thigh, watches you as he digs his teeth into the soft flesh, enjoys the way you flinch at the slight pain.
“Good girl” you hear him growl, against and into your flesh and it sends new shivers through your veins.
His lips trace your skin, move upwards, light kisses making their way up your thigh.
You try to keep yourself together, try to prepare yourself somehow when the grip of his hand around your leg lightens.
A little whine leaks your throat as he grips your hips and slightly pulls you past the edge of the sitting surface, giving him the space he needs.
His thumb vanishes from your clit, gives you the chance to breathe, gives you a chance to control your heart.
But it's impossible to prepare yourself.
Your heart doesn't stop. It explodes, all of its small pieces flashing through your insides, just by the touch of his mouth against your clit.
Accelerator's tongue draws circles against the soft bundle of nerves, makes you twitch against him, your thighs shaking beneath the iron grip of his hands.
You try to keep yourself together, try to stay still just like he had asked you to, but it is hard. Your insides shiver, fill with fireworks you aren't able to let out.
With whines and moans leaking your lips, you arch your body, feel little flashes twitch through you with every second, with every little movement of his tongue on the crux of the body.
You have no idea how he can be so good at this and you don't have the breath or the courage to ask.
The two of you create a perfectly unperfect rhythm, your moans a reaction to his tongue against you, the increased pressure of his mouth a reaction to your sounds.
You hear him growl from time to time and the small vibrations against your heat only make everything worse.
Or better in this case.
When you feel his finger on the inside of your thigh, you know what he is gonna do. But like before, you have no chance to prepare yourself.
You look down onto him, hold your breath as you feel the tip of his finger against your entrance, slipping through the wet mess of slick and saliva.
His red eyes look up to you, clouded with a light shadow, as intimidating as always. You have no idea how he manages to do that while being in such a position.
Then you feel his tongue press against you again, in the same second his finger slides into you and it makes you see stars, fulfills you in a way you never thought possible.
A louder moan leaves your throat and your nails scratch over the textile of the couch, still holding onto it.
Your back arches as you throw your head back, gasping and moaning at the rhythm of his mouth and his finger.
No one has ever made you feel this good. It's as if he calculates every move beforehand, he doesn't slip, doesn't waver or hesitates whenever he does something.
He's so hot. You think you're gonna die, simply melt away beneath him and his touch.
When he suddenly switches his tongue with his finger, you wince and whine again, find his eyes when you look down at him.
His finger is back at massaging your clit, while the peak of his tongue grazes your folds, rests right above your opening.
You whimper as he stills his movements, waits for your begging.
He's such an asshole. You can't believe how easy he wraps you around his finger.
Without any patience left, you buck your hips a little, aching for his tongue to finally slide into you.
He doesn't hesitate to pull back a little at your audacity, his free hand slapping your thigh.
“Behave or I'll leave you to yourself.”
His dark warning is enough to put you in your place again.
You breathe out a low “Sorry”, an apology that seems to be equal to your begging, because you can feel him smirk against your heated flesh, right before he moves forward again without a warning.
His thumb presses against your clit as his tongue slides into you, grazing your inner walls and almost making you scream.
It is soft, wet and so erotic that it almost feels forbidden to you.
You aren't sure where he gets his stamina from, but the movements of his tongue bring you so high that you can almost give in to your arousal.
But while your voice is already hitching and trembling, your thighs shivering and your orgasm building, he suddenly stops.
You want to cry, want to yell in frustration as you give him a questioning look, watch him pull back the slightest bit from you.
The way he runs his tongue over his lips and looks into your eyes while doing so almost is enough to make you come.
Your fingers twitch, move closer to your thigh. You never wanted, needed to come so badly and the way he watches you, so intensely and deeply, only makes the entire situation hotter, makes you more desperate.
But he sees the way you move your hand towards your stomach, senses you trying to slide down to your core. And it only needs a warning, red glare to make you stop.
“Don't fucking dare.”
There's no chance to talk back. You obey, feel tears pool in your eyes.
“Please. I beg you, please.”
He rises a brow, wants to tell you to go on, but your trembling, aroused and wet self doesn't even try to hold back, doesn't even feel embarrassment or hesitation anymore.
“Make me come, please, I'm so close.”
He smirks, licks his lips again and you think you're gonna explode. Everything inside of you fizzles and sparkles, so, so ready to let go.
“That's better” is all he says, before his lips are back against your clit and make you cry out.
He doesn't hesitate to push two of his fingers into you, fingers that are way too long and perfect to not make you feel good.
You whine, louder than before, more pathetic than before. And when he starts thrusting his fingers into you with a ruthless pace, your hand leaves the couch and finds its way into his hair, trembling fingers running through the soft, white strands.
He groans at the massage of his scalp and it feels like he pushes himself a little further into you, licks you harder and thrusts faster, fingers curling in the most delicious way.
You can't stop your hips from starting to twitch a little, your thighs tremble and want to close on their own, but Accelerator quickly pushes them apart with his free hand, gets a little more aggressive in his movements.
It only drowns you in more arousal, renders you to a trembling, moaning mess.
“Please don't stop” is the only thing you bring out. “Don't stop, fuck, I'm cumming, I'm- I'm-”
He doesn't stop. In fact, he does what most guys don't understand. He doesn't change his rhythm, doesn't go faster or slower. He just keeps on doing what he does, in a perfection that makes the answer to your former assumption more than obvious.
Involuntarily, you clench his hair in your fist as you come, strangled sounds and whines leaving your throat as you arch your back and enjoy the constant contact of his tongue with your overstimulated flesh.
You inhale, sharply, quick and hard as you lean your head back, feel yourself fall apart with a shiver that knocks all air out of you again.
Stars explode inside of you, you try to not pull too hard at his hair, don't want to behave badly after he treated you so, so good.
But it's the only thing you can hold onto as you feel yourself shatter into pieces, shiver against him, lose yourself for a few moments.
Through the flickering and reeling, you feel that he still holds you, still has his hands on your shivering thighs and it gives you a weird feeling of comfort, helps you slowly meander back into your body.
Slowly, you try to calm yourself, breathing ragged, a slight film of sweat on your skin.
When Accelerator slowly pulls back from between your legs, you think you could come another time.
His lips, his chin are covered in your slick, his cheeks carry a faint veil of red as he tries to catch his own slightly increased breathing.
He smirks at your fucked out state, licks his lips and then wipes his chin with the back of his left hand, since the fingers of his right are just as smeared with your juices.
You press your lips together, new heat rushing to your face.
“So, what do you say?” he suddenly asks, his voice as calm and teasing as if he didn't just give you the orgasm of your life.
“Virgin energy?”
You can't help but chuckle at the question, seeing his smirk grow before you lean your head back, wipe your hand over your face, still try to regulate your breathing.
“No, not at all” you then say, gently running your fingers through his hair as you look at him.
He allows it for a few seconds, only looking at you in the meantime. It softens something inside of you, makes this entire thing feel soft, almost enamouring.
Then, he stands up and tosses you your hotpants.
“Get dressed, they're gonna be here in a minute.”
You don't ask how he knows that, only do as you are told. And really, barely less than two minutes later, while you still fix your hair and wave some air to your face, you hear the door unlock.
Yomikawa steps into the hallway, arms filled with shopping bags, while Last Order runs forward and towards the kitchen where Accelerator stands.
“ 'MISAKA got a special Gekota figurine today!' yells MISAKA as MISAKA holds the frog up in the air, leaping in victory because it was the last one available.”
The little clone shows the green figure first to Accelerator, then she runs towards you.
You only smile, still a little out of breath. The young girl is too smart not to notice it.
“ 'Are you okay?' asks MISAKA as MISAKA checks your face, wondering if you have a fever.”
A nod is all you manage to do, when you throw a glance towards the kitchen, you find Accelerator leaning against the doorframe, his eyes already resting on you while he sips on his probably not as cold as before coffee.
“I am fine, don't worry. I just did a little work out.”
While the little girl runs towards her room, announcing she wants to put up a poster she got, your eyes connect once more with Accelerator's. You can't help but inhale deeply as you see the little smirk on his lips.
In the meantime, Yomikawa shoves past him into the kitchen, starts organizing the things she bought.
“What are your kids' plans for the afternoon?” she asks, while she opens the fridge and starts placing new black coffee cans and Last Order's favourite soft drinks inside.
You want to answer that you don't have any yet, but Accelerator is faster than you.
“We'll go out a little.”
His words surprise both you and Yomikawa. But after looking at him for a second, your aunt smiles and turns back to the fridge.
“That's nice. Show her a little more of the city. She has only been in two districts yet.”
“Sure. She asked me to show her a little more of the city's energy.”
You suppress a laugh at his words, still watching him.
When he looks at you again, he slowly rises his right hand and any laughter or humor inside you is washed away when you see how he slowly licks along the side of his middlefinger, eyes digging so deeply into yours that you feel it in your lower body.
The thought that he can still taste you on his skin makes you clench your thighs.
“Whatever you mean by that” you hear Yomikawa say, while she closes the drawers and puts her bag to the side.
When she walks past him and into the living room, Accelerator smoothly slides his hand back into the pocket of his grey jeans, eyes still resting on you as he takes a sip from the can in his left hand.
The little flicker in his red eyes makes butterflies rush through you and you wonder why you didn't visit your aunt and this city a little sooner.
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