#a skunk just walked up to me realized i was there and then turned around and walked away lmao
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Hii! For the 3k event (congrats btw!! 🥳) can i request Toji with prompt 3 and 15? I guess it would be reader getting drunk and confessing because Toji doesn't get drunk. Thank you so much! ❤️
𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 + 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 ┊ realizing you want more than you should have with the sorcerer killer ┊ The Clichés ™
note: Thank you for joining Kay <3 I was so excited for a Toji request hehe this turned out a bit angsty but oh well guess i just have too many emotions for him
Tonight you and your fellow sorcerers are celebrating, you aren’t sure what since you just arrived from a week long mission but you accepted the invitation and met them at an izakaya for drinks and food.
Alcohol kept coming and since you were sharing the bill you keep drinking too until everyone decided it was enough, but as soon as everyone was drunk enough to drop formalities and talk about their personal life you began to plot an excuse to go home.
Apparently Utahime got engaged over the weekend and she was super excited about the wedding, she asked everyone if they would bring a plus one and who they were.
“What about you? Are you seeing anyone?” you knew this moment was coming but your drunk brain couldn’t think fast enough.
“Well… it’s complicated, but don’t worry about me, I’ll bring one of Yaga’s puppets as my date” you successfully dodged the question and made everyone laugh.
The bill came when the place was about to close, when it was time to get up you realized you might have had too many drinks.
“Bye bye, take care” you said your goodbyes to each other and took your path back home, which gladly was not too far.
“Hey sexy lady, need some company?” after a few minutes you heard a man but when you turned around there was no one there. You tried to raise your senses in order to feel the cursed energy around you but there wasn’t any. Maybe it was a car or bike that passed by you?
“Pathetic” you murmured to yourself.
The second you resumed your path and walked past an alley you got pulled, your instincts made you raise your elbow to hit the aggressor on the face but he stopped it with his hand, a very familiar hand.
“God, Toji, what the fuuuck, you almost gave me a heart attack” you whispered drunkly and allowed your body to relax.
Toji chuckled with his face on your neck, his warm breath giving you goosebumps. The hand on your elbow moved all the way down your arm to hold your hand and he gave it a soft kiss.
“Couldn’t resist” he kissed it again, you dropped your head backwards meeting his strong chest. The alley was dark but you could still see his handsome features shadowed by the yellow street lamp “You’re drunk as a skunk, sweetheart, I can’t believe your friends let you go home by yourself like that. What a bunch of hypocrites” he squeezed your waist with his other hand and you felt his lips on your ear, “Should I kill them all?” your eyes widened and your head turned to meet his dangerous green eyes.
“Don’t be ridiculous, they don’t have any obligation with me. I’m an inden— inpe— independent woman.”
“I can see how you were independently about to crash onto the pavement, why did’ya drink so much?” he sounded concerned, you couldn’t face him when he got serious like that.
In fact you started to chug more after Utahime began babbling about her fiancé, you wanted to talk about Toji like that, but you had two huge problems.
The first one was the man himself.
You couldn’t just drop in a conversation among sorcerers you were in relationship with the infamous sorcerer killer.
Besides, there was no relationship.
You and Toji met during a mission months ago, you had the same goal and would be easy to partner up, but no one could know you made a deal with him, you made that extremely clear, that’s the kind of thing that would destroy your career, that if not get you a death sentence.
And you still ended up in bed with him that same night and many others ever since.
Toji often showed up unannounced at your place in the middle of the night and was gone by the morning, sometimes there was no sex, he ate what was in your fridge and you two talked about whatever except the sorcerer world.
“Cat got your tongue?” he took your chin and moved your head to face him.
“Meow” you replied and began to laugh alone.
“Gosh, kid. Let’s take you home” with an arm around your waist he guided you.
“Home….” you laughed again.
“What? Don’t you wanna go home?”
“Yeah but—“ you hiccuped “the way you said it— sounded like you were saying it’s our home” Toji got quiet as he stopped by your door and his hand moved from your waist to your ass, “Toji~ not here…”
“Relax, you horny” he got the keys from your back pocket and opened the door.
You went straight to your couch and let your body fall on the soft cushions, realizing how everything seemed to be spinning.
“Here” he handed you a glass of water you haven’t even heard him getting, “Sit up” he ordered but you could only raise an arm for him to take and pull you up, “So what was that about?” he sat where you were previously laid at, so when you finished your cup of water you laid down again this time on his lap on top of a cushion he placed for your head.
“What was what about?” you looked up, his arms were spread on the back of the couch, from your angle he looked so big…
“The drinking, never seen you so off after going out.”
“You creep, do you always watch me when I’m out drinking?” you poked his abdomen but it was hard as a rock.
“Not always, I have stuff to do too” he poked your tummy back.
You allowed a few seconds of silent before admitting “Marriage.”
“What?”
“We were talking about marriage, some of them are married, one is getting married in the fall, she wanted to know if we would bring a plus one” you traced the pecks of his abdomen through his shirt, not wanting look at him.
“What did’ya tell her?” Toji sounded serious.
“I… I don’t remember” he snorted.
“Is that why you got so hammered?” he flicked your forehead and you made a whiny sound.
“No… the drinks were cheap, okay?” you raised a bit too fast and he raised with you to hold you from stumbling down.
You hated how much you loved being held by him. In order to shut the spiral of thoughts in your head you got on your tip toes and threw your arms around his massive shoulders kissing him, Toji leaned slightly to pick you up by your ass making you to envelop his waist with your legs.
“You taste like sake” you murmured.
“That’s you, dumbass” he bit your cheek and moved to your bedroom still holding you while you kissed his neck, “For someone that gets fucked every other night you are very horny.”
“It’s been 6… 6? 7! 7 days since I last saw you, so shut up” you watched as Toji pulled his shirt.
“Aw you were counting the days to see me? How cute” he undid the buttons of your jeans, pulling it down your legs then holding them again massaging your calves.
A comfortable silence settled on your bedroom, Toji hasn’t moved, he was indeed just massaging your legs sitting on the edge of your bed.
“Toji?” you called.
“Huh?”
“Is that a really long foreplay or you have no intention to take off my panties?” you moved your feet to his crotch, you could feel he was hard but he held your feet with a groan.
“I ain’t fucking you tonight.”
“What?” you sat on the bed pulling your legs to yourself, “Why not?” you whined like you were being denied your favourite food.
“Come on, sweetheart, we’ve been over this already.”
“Just cause I’m drunk? Now you have morals?” the question came out harshly than it sounded on your head, you could see (hazily so) Toji frowning over it, “Sorry, that’s not what—“
“I should leave.”
“No!” you held his arm and moved to sit on his lap, he stared at your with an expression you couldn’t read.
With your side lamp on and nothing but the sound of your breathing you began to overthink about your situationship.
Toji sighed and lifted his hand to hold your neck but didn’t move to kiss you, he just stayed there almost touching noses. You cursed yourself for falling in the first place, then you cursed him for giving you all the reasons to fall.
“Why you gotta make this so hard?” you let it out in a whisper, he looked deep in your eyes with those gorgeous green fucking orbs.
“Whatcha sayin’?” he digged.
You considered yourself a careful person, always thinking things through and considering the risks.
Yet Toji (added to the alcohol in your blood) made you forget everything and become ridiculously impulsive with your words.
“I like you, that’s what I’m saying” you announced a little bit annoyed, “…and i hate you too” you whispered the last part, feeling the burn of upcoming tears in your eyes.
You felt pathetic, after having heard your coworkers talk about their loved ones there you were: tearing up on the lap of a man you knew had no intentions to have a serious relationship with you, not to mention a long list of crimes against your kind.
“Oh darling” he cooed holding you face, “I’m not worth your affection, you know that” your heart broke at the sentence, you weren’t sure what you wanted to hear, but it wasn’t that.
“Asshole” you murmured staring at his lips. He gave you a peck, then another then one that had a salted taste of the single tear that ran down.
“You’re not even going to remember saying that tomorrow” he slithered back to lay down with you.
“Doesn’t mean it’s not true” his arm held you close, the warmth of his body worked like a charm to make you drowsy, your eyes were heavy and your body got more and more relaxed, you thought you heard him saying something but sleep got to you first, wishing he would still be there in the morning for a change.
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WHOOOA. SMUT AFTER LIKE A MONTH AND A HALF????? You all know why I was quiet. I was having a good time. But now back to our regularly scheduled program.
Perfect timing too bc it's close to Leonardo's birthday, didn't even plan that. You go me.
"Stay there, cara mia," Leonardo lays you down on his bed and pulls the blanket up.
You whine and try kicking the blanket off "I don't wannaaaa," you whine.
"Stay in bed or you're going to get hurt," he pushes you further into the bed. You protest about it but do nothing about it.
You start to giggle after a few seconds of silence. You're drunk. So very drunk. You quickly drank Theo and Arthur under the table. Then you and Dazai thought it would be fun to keep doing shots.
The occasion? The monthly family dinner got a little wild. You kept having a drink without realizing how much you had and when you tried to stand up you nearly toppled over.
So Leonardo picked you up and carried you to his room to keep an eye on you. Not the best room since if you do manage to get out of the bed there is nowhere to walk.
He covers you with the blanket again and pushes your hair out of your face. "Now go to sleep," he kisses you and starts to walk over to his desk.
He turns the light off, replacing it with a lamp on his desk.
"I not tired," you roll around, the room spinning even more.
"You'll fall asleep if you lay there," he starts working on something. You lay there, rolling around in his bed whining. You completely forgot about the concept of being able to get off the bed.
You fiddle with your fingers, you can barely even feel it and you giggle to yourself.
"Leonardo," you have a sing song tone to your voice.
"Yes, cara mia?" He doesn't know what to expect to come out of your mouth. You've been saying gibberish.
You giggle again. "I'm horny. Come here," you don't even bother looking in his direction. For all you know you are. You can't tell which way is which.
He sighs. "No. You're drunk."
"Come ooooon. I'm horny."
"I'm not having sex with you while you're this drunk."
"It'sss fiiine. You're my boyfriend."
"I'm not doing that, cara mia."
You huff and move around in the bed some more. You're quiet for a little bit making Leonardo think you finally fell asleep.
"Do you think skunks feel bad?"
"Wha-" he looks over at you, a very confused look on his face.
"Do they have anxiety? I have anxiety. I'd like to hold a skunk."
"I believe they get nervous easily. That is why they can-"
He doesn't even get to finish before you're onto your next thing.
"I also want to hold aaaaaaa," it's like you forgot the word and just drag your last one along.
Leonardo raises an eyebrow. "Cara mia?"
"Aaaaa SEAL. Baby seal. So cute. So fluffy. I want to be fluffy. I want to be pet."
"Please go to sleep," he turns back to his desk, officially knowing that it's going to be a long night. You don't stop talking gibberish, but you're talking to yourself for the most part.
"Hey! You're a vampire!" You say it as if you just came to the realization.
"Yes, cara mia. I am," he sounds exhausted.
"Why can't you turn into a bat? That's laaame."
Leonardo sets his things down and rubs his face with his hands, letting out a loud groan.
He turns to look at you, and for once you are actually facing his direction.
"If I fuck you, will you stop talking?"
You gasp excitedly. "Yes!"
You immediately fumble to get your clothes off. Leonardo comes over to the bed, getting his shirt off along the way.
You don't even feel him get in the bed, but you do feel him roll you onto your back.
"You're going to have to get me hard first."
"Take that cock out and put it between my tits."
You smirk up at him, a lot more straightforward then when you're sober.
"Well if you're going to say it with that much confidence," he gets fully undressed before half sitting, half hovering over your body. Putting his cock in place you then squeeze either side of your boobs, trapping his cock in the middle.
You move your boobs, essentially rubbing them against his cock. After a few times you feel him getting harder. Making eye contact with him, you lick his tip.
Hearing a moan come from him encourages you to start sucking. You squeeze your boobs tighter against him, wanting to feel how hard he's gotten.
You lick up the precum coming from his cock and finally let your boobs go. "Now fuck meee," you whine, so desperate.
It also reminds him how drunk you are. Leonardo gets off of you and gets your pants and underwear off. You quickly spread your legs for him.
"Come ooon. Fuck me hard, daddy," you whine, already rocking your hips.
"Stay still," he holds your hips, and just his touch gets you to moan. He gets between your legs and his cock slides in with no resistance, getting you both to moan. He wasn't expecting you to be so slick.
He buries himself all the way in you, holding your hips to keep you still.
"Ungh.. ahh... daddy... Fuck mee," you try moving your hips. "Fuck me hard, please!" You're already begging.
"Just let me feel you for a moment," his cock twitches and you moan. Every little movement gets a noise from you.
He spreads your legs a little more before finally thrusting into you. Your moans started off loud.
The rougher he pounded into you the more the room spun, but something about that made it feel even better.
You just wanted it harder and harder but Leonardo was still worried about hurting you.
"Ahh! M-more!"
"You have all of my cock already."
"M-more!" You moaned, arching your back.
After thinking for a moment he realized what you meant. He lets your hips go and grabs your tits, squeezing them. Your moans managed to get even louder.
Your hands are dug into the sheets, twisting and pulling at them. Leonardo leans down and kisses you roughly. You tried to kiss back but it was way too sloppy.
He frees one of his hands, grabbing your jaw to keep your head still to kiss you more all you could do was moan in his mouth as his fingers pressed against your cheeks.
As his thrusts got rougher, his tongue slid into your mouth. He could still taste the alcohol on your tongue. His other hand held onto your shoulder, helping him be able to get faster.
Your moans were starting to turn into screams. This is exactly what you wanted though. He let go of your jaw and without thinking you grab his wrist and move his hand to your neck.
He didn't think twice to hold your neck, squeezing the sides. You gasp and your body starts squirming from the overstimulation. You feel so close.
You buck your hips up then quickly dig your nails into his arm. His cock is now hitting a new spot and it's just what you need.
"J-just like- ahh!" Your voice was so airy, you had to force the words out. You shut your eyes tightly and kept your hips in that position.
Leonardo managed to push a little deeper in you and started to thrust even harder, at this point thinking of his own pleasure.
Your nails dig in more and you yell as you cum, simply making your hole even more slick, making it even easier for him to pound into you.
Feeling you tighten, he lets go of your neck, grabbing your other shoulder, holding you in place. Your toes curl and you squirm even more.
Finally after a few more moments he thrust himself deep into you, letting his cum spill out. He moans loudly, and slowly loosens his grip on you.
He sits up once you let go of his arm, you lay there motionless, your chest heaving.
"Better?" He slides out, giving you a smirk.
"Mmm, that felt sooo gooood," you practically purr.
"Good. Now that means you can sleep," he helps you get your pants back on. He only buttons two of the buttons on your shirt, not worried about the rest.
As you get comfortable again he gets his own pants on. He covers you with the blanket.
"I'll come lay with you in a moment. Go to sleep."
You hum softly, content now, even if the room is still spinning and you still feel fuzzy.
Leonardo goes back over to his desk to quickly finish what he was on and to clean up.
You're laying in bed, quiet, by the sound of your breathing it sounds like you are already asleep.
"Leonardooo."
He jumps a little. "Yes, cara mia?"
"Is the Earth alive? Like does it feel things when we dig into it? Or what about fire?"
"Cara mia.."
"Does it hurt? Can it feel-"
"Didn't you agree to stay quiet?" he groans and pinches the bridge of his nose.
"Did Adam and Eve have belly buttons?"
Leonardo just groans as you continue talking nonsense
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omg I usually never ask for any fix but I cannot get this out of my mind now:
Leaving the kids with Uncle Bob and Uncle chicken whilst opposites attract!Jake and Y/N go out of town. Like im talking about:
Uncle chicken giving the kids a bit too much freedom then immediately regretting it
Uncle bob thinking he can totally wrangle the kids and WRONG he’s OUTNUMBERED
Possible scenario involving a skunk and CASES of tomato juice cans
Maybe they take the kids to a lil kids center
Maybe one kid gets uncle chicken to chase them through the play set and uncle chicken gets stuck in the slide ( bob has to push his ass through)
Maybe they accidentally put the kids in a slightly dangerous situation (sitcom level dangerous) and they bribe the kids with ice cream to not tell their parents
parents come home and uncle bob and uncle chicken are epitome of chill
“Hey why are there 50 cans of tomato juice in the trash ca-?” “ GOTTA GO” “ HAVE A GOOD NUGHT”
Basically I’m envisioning: adventures of a babysitter, the pacifier, and parental guidance
Ooooo orrrrr opposites attract spin off: adventures of the babysitters (like lil mini stories lol)
Omg I promise I’m done now your fic just made me so happy and I couldnt help myself - have the bestestttt day 🫶🫶🫶
See, when it was just Alex and Ella, Uncle Rooster had everything under control. Alex was easily entertained with hours of Smithsonian TV, and Ella was just months old watching her godfather with big green eyes. Now when Ella got older, Uncle Rooster realized he might have his hands full. There was once where he turned around for a couple seconds to tie Alex's shoe, and Ella was gone (she saw a dog and wanted to pet it), so after that he brought in Uncle Bob.
Uncle Bob had things a little bit more under control when it came to just the two Seresin kids. . . and then Eli came along. Bob and Rooster thought Eli was going to be easy, be just like his older brother. . . but man, were they ALL wrong. Eli was proving to the world very quickly he was the youngest Seresin (I mean, he showed everyone he was running things when he decided to come a week late. . . and while Y/N was at home). Bob and Rooster's biggest fight with Eli was trying to keep his clothes on.
Bob and Rooster had contemplated leashes for the Seresin kids when they go out. Alex tended to stay by their side, he was so much like his mother, he didn't want to stray away from comfort from them. Ella was adventurous and would take off. . . Eli would try and take his clothes off. Eli also liked to cause a ruckus by throwing fits. There were times were Rooster would get glares for the crying child in his arms cause Eli would throw himself on the ground.
They thankful that Phoenix was named Jasper and Maxwell's godmother, cause that means she was ALSO added to the baby sitting roster. Except she never seemed to have as many issues as Bob and Rooster do.
"How do you do it?" Rooster asked, staring wide eyed at the five sleeping Seresin kids on the couch, "Did you drug them?"
"No!" Phoenix whisper-yelled and hit his chest, "The key is no sugar after 4PM, and make them run around in the backyard for hours. Jasper was falling asleep in his highchair." She smirked, and walked back over to the couch. The boys stared at her wide-eyed like she was about to wake a sleeping lion.
"What are you doing!?" Bob whispered as he watched her pick up Ella, who wrapped her small arms and legs around her aunt's body.
"Putting them to bed," Phoenix said, "They're sleeping, pick them up gently and put them in bed. I will put the twins down." Phoenix watched over her shoulder as Rooster tiptoed over to the chair were Eli was sleeping, and gently poked his cheek before reaching down to pick him up.
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A/N: I LITERALLY LOVE THIS LIL FICTIONAL FAMILY I CREATED<3 THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS IN:) PLS SEND IN MORE OPPOSITES ATTRACT STUFFS:)))
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late night encounters-[R.L.]
summary: the pastor’s daughter meets a local delinquent (pastor’s daughter!reader x dealer!remus)
checking your watch, your eyes grow wide at the time, 11:30. bible study had ran later than usual today, so you were forced to walk home due to all the bus stations being closed.
you glance around at your surroundings and notice a familiar candy shop on the corner. you sign in relief, knowing the shop was only a few blocks away from your house.
upon turning the corner where the shop stood, you crash into something hard, stumbling backwards and holding your bible tight against your chest.
you gasp loudly, expecting to fall back and crack open your skull. but instead, you feel a large pair of hands grab hold of your waist, catching you just before you hit the pavement.
“oh my goodness, i’m so so sorry sir. it’s really dark out here and i wasn’t watching where i was going and-“ your rambling stops when you finally look at the face of your “savior”
he was definitely older than you, at least 25. he had golden brown waves that fell lightly over his eyes. his hair, however, doesn’t cover the large scar that crosses his face.
“doesn’t that bible of yours say anything about staring being rude?” he teases, a devious smile crossing his face. your breath hitches as your words get caught in your throat.
he stares down at you with a raised eyebrow, lifting your body back into a standing position. you hadn’t even noticed that he was still holding you. you awkwardly clear your throat, eyes glued to your mary janes.
“um, i’m sorry. thank you for catching me.” you laugh nervously. he hums in response, slowly eyeing you up and down, making you quite flustered.
“it’s a little late for a little lady like you to be out here all alone don’t you think?” he asks, leaning against the brick wall, “especially the pastor’s daughter.” He smirks.
you gasp, “how did you know-“ he cuts you off with a small laugh.
“everyone around here knows who you are sweetheart.” your face burns with embarrassment at his nonchalant use of another pet name.
“well i was just heading home so, thanks again.” you mumble, starting to walk around him. but he stops you with a hand on your arm.
“i meant it when i said it was too late for you to be out here alone,” he speaks sternly, sending a shiver down your spine, “hop in, i’ll give you a ride.” he nods towards the old truck parked on the corner. you nervously bite your lip, contemplating your decision.
sure you’d just met him and know nothing about him. bud it was so late, and you hated walking in the dark. so you nod your head, turning to follow him to the truck.
during the ride, you try your best to ignore the strange smell of his car. it smelled almost like a skunk, but you’d never seen one in the neighborhood before.
you notice a small bag in the side of the door, seeing what looks like pieces of chocolate inside the bag. you bite your lip, nervous to ask.
“um, c-can i have one of those chocolates?” you mumble shyly. the man smirks, shaking his head at your request.
“sorry little one. i don’t think those are the kinds of chocolates the pastor’s daughter should be eating.”
you sigh, a small pour crossing your features. you endure the awkward ride for a few more minutes before you reach the street where your house sits.
you exit the car, thanking him shyly, “thank you again-“ you pause, realizing that you don’t even know his name. he catches on to your confused expression quickly.
“remus, my name is remus. but you can call me moony.” he smirks.
“okay um…moony. thank you for the ride. i appreciate it. also, i think you may have hit a skunk.” you say to him. he smiles, holding back a laugh at your innocent comment.
“thanks for the heads up sweetheart, i’ll be sure to check.”
credit to @gxtitobxby for helping w/ the concept. this ended up being longer than i expected lol
ik i said i wouldn’t be posting but this is the first thing i’ve had inspiration for in forever so i had to write it before i lost the motivation.
#remus lupin blurb#remus lupin#🌸remus#marauders musings#dealer!remus#pastor’s daughter!reader#dealer!remus x pastor’s daughter!reader#remus lupin x reader
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♡ / Midnight walk
♡ ship: albedo/reader
♡ genre: love at first sight, fluff
♡ warnings: none in particular
♡ a/n: ok so I wrote this while taking a walk so it might be a little messy and all over the place but I hope you like it
Tonight wasn't the best night to go out on a walk by yourself yet you did it, despite the fact that everything was wet due to the fact that it was raining a few hours prior. Your thoughts were preoccupied by so much things so a near midnight walk seemed to be the perfect thing to destress all of it.
As you walked around into the darkness, unable to look at the stars because it was cloudy, you decided to stop in a nearby park where you oddly found a stranger crouched with what seemed to be a sketchbook on their lap. They had messy dirty blonde hair and glasses that were reflecting the page of the book they seemed to be drawing in...they were also holding a light in their mouth and- HOLY SHIT IS THAT A SKUNK??? You litteraly let out a little squeal and jumped away, making the stranger realize you were there. He turned towards you and tilted his head a little. "Oh..Uhm hi" you didn't really know what to say, this whole situation is strange. "I've never seen you around here before" the stranger said, taking the light out of their mouth. They then looked straight into your eyes, "I am Albedo, I come around here almost every night to sketch animals that live in this parc" he introduced himself. "Oh! Well I'm y/n and I was just kinda walking around to destress." You introduce yourself back, looking at him while he gets back up and while putting his sketchbook and pens into his bag. "So you're also a fan of this atmosphere we can only fight at night." He asked thought out loud, to which you answered, "yeah...I should walk more often at night". He hummed and gave you a warm smile "then allow me to come walk with you!" You were a little bit surprised at first but then let out a small giggle and nod your head "certainly, Albedo".
The butterflies in your stomach made you feel like your life was a bout to get just a little bit more interesting.
♡ a/n: it's a little bit short, I hope you don't mind!
Ask: requests open
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#fluffier than clouds#genshin impact x reader#genshin fluff#albedo x reader#albedo kreideprinz#albedo#albedo fluff#fluff#genshin x reader
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you know what i think would be funny? if Melli was the one to save the mc from Volo. Melli who refuses to admit that he cares about the mc, Melli who absolutely does not like being pestered by the mc, Melli who feels his chest tighten at the mc's look of terror as Volo tries to kill them. so i'd like to request a scenario of this, please
Your wish is my command! I’m more than happy to 😊
Changing cave locations cause I couldn’t figure out who it get Melli to the coastlands so to the highlands we go!
Asks are open!
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It has been a week since your disappearance, everyone had been affected by it, and as much as Melli hates to admit it, so is he, even Lord Electrode is distressed that you’re gone, Laventon had told them it had to be a person, but who would even be strong enough or dumb enough to go after such a well known person?
Everyone was working trying to find you, and for once he didn’t make a show of helping, he misses you and wants you back safely, sure he hated you when he first met you, but the longer you stayed around the more he grew to like you, you were kind to him, yeah you two would sass each other and argue, but you proved time and time again that you cared for him.
Be it bringing him something to eat and drink when he could leave his post, walking with him and listening to him talk about his day and just how great he is, he still refuses to admit he was blushing when you called him pretty.
But where were you? Where could you have been taken? Were you okay? Had you eaten anything? Are you injured? Cold? The questions keep him up at night for he has no answer and the scares him.
His skuntank wasn’t acting right today, they had walking down the hill, dodging gravler and golems, his Skuntank just kept running, occasionally turning around to make sure Melli was after him.
“What is the meaning of this!? You can’t just run off like this!”
Melli ran and ran, eventually there was no Pokémon around, the silence is deafening, but Skuntank stops at a cave opening, looking between it and his trainer, tugging at Melli’s tunic trying to get him closer.
The warden felt nervous, a feeling of dread filled his senses looking in the cave, faintly he can see light.
“Maybe we should get Ingo for this? Or someone.” Melli tried coming the skunk Pokémon down but it kept growing more insistent.
Tugging at one of his long strands of hair the warden sighed and moved towards the cave, being as quiet as possible, is there an injured Pokémon in here? But what if there is an aggressive one? Better to be safe than sorry.
He comes across a lit torch, then another, all spaced out by a bit, the further in he moves the more he realizes he can hear voices he can’t make out any words yet but one sounds weak while other sounds livid.
Melli almost rounds a corner but is quick to stay behind it, realizing that the next turn is a dead end and holds the people talking, peeking around he sees Volo? What is he doing here? I guess it’s his home, banishment must suck.
“You’re nothing but a thorn in my side.” Volo lifts the other person up by their collar, arm winding back before a painful wheeze is heard, but the merchant wasn’t letting up.
“W…what? T-treat me like your daddy treated you?” Another punch silenced your chuckle
Wait that was your voice! The warden slaps a hand over his mouth to stop from any noises escaping, Skuntank right at his side fur bristling, he needs to think of something and fast.
Volo drops you, landing on the ground he can see your face no, bruised and bloodied, what are you covered in? You can’t move he’d figured that out, but he almost cries at the sight of you, you look like a mess, the cave fills with an awful high pitched wheezing sound each time you breathe, dread is replaced with rage.
How dare this pathetic waste of space do this to you! Your his little side kick how dare Volo lay a hand on you!
He acted before thinking, the blonde wasn’t expecting anyone to fly around the corner to land a hit on the center of his face, Melli having covered his mouth and nose, rushes over to quickly dk the same to you.
“Skuntank! Poison gas!”
The cave fills with the toxic air leaving Volo coughing, gripping at his throat he stumbles to grab Melli, who returns a swift kick to his gut before carrying and running off, once out of the cave he keeps running,
You can only look at him, the fear plainly written on his face, his hold on you was right but not painfully so, more so he was afraid he’d lose you.
“Melli.”
He doesn’t answer.
“Melli!” You say a little louder.
He still makes no move to show he’s listening.
“MELLI!” You start coughing, your throat hurts, the yelling makes it burn.
He looks down at you before slowly down.
“What?” He pants.
“My satchel.” You croak out “the flute, let me call Wyrdeer.”
He finds a safe spot to rest you up against.
“What on Earth are you covered in? Your bag is covered too!” The warden calls for his Drapion who begins cutting you and your things free.
You yelp once your arms are freed, they fall to your side finally free to move but the pain surges through your body at it, you haven’t moved your limbs from the positions you were stuck in, the sticky glob made it impossible.
Melli yanks back Drapion, the large scorpion making a sound of comfort and worry.
“Are you alright? She didn’t cut you did she?”
“No…just been stuck like this so so long, it hurts to move, continue.”
Once you’ve been freed Melli pulls out your flute and holds it up for you, you blow into it and a loud cry echoes through the highlands, Wyrdeer stopping just before you two, nudging you and nuzzling against your face.
“I missed you too buddy, can Melli ride with us just this once? I’m afraid I’m useless in this state.”
The deer Pokémon didn’t seem to care, only happy that you’ve returned, allowing both of you up.
The entire ride Melli held you close to his chest, you can hear his heart beating, but the look on his face said he was scared, you lay your head against him.
“I’m so tired.” You feel him rest him head on top of yours.
“Then sleep, I’m sure you’ll wake up once we arrived to the galaxy team camp site.”
“Melli?”
“Yes?”
“Thank you.” He felt you slowly fall limp, your breathing evening out.
He tenderly moves his finger tips across your cheek, he will make it his job to make sure Volo, of survived the poisonous gas is dead for what he has done to you.
#pokemon#pokemon imagines#pokemon x reader#pokémon#pokemon fanfic#pokemon melli#Volo#if you scroll down far enough you’ll see I will fist fight not only Kamado#but also melli#I have a hate hate hate love relationship with him#he is kinda fun to write for tho#I’d fight melli in a loving way
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i think you have but thank you i appreciate you so much!!! wonderful to hear!!! i think you already have the pinterest board (if not let me know) some are more complete than others and i'll explain the plot of the new ones if you're curious!! anything else i come with i'll send to you!! (take as long as you need i know college life especially in the beginning is a lot)
my day was pretty boring did some school work and now that i have a few days off i'll be finishing school work and trying to get more done with my planning of my stories!! how was yours?? how college so far??!
I just realized how long this is! Im sorry!
Hi hi! Sorry I was finishing up some school work all of yesterday, there was waaay to much math for my taste. Oh haha! I do have it, I will have to look through it sometime this weekend, and I will totally be asking about the plot of the new ones. Yay! I am looking forward to it!
Bestie you have no idea, I mean you probably do but it is insane. I already have assignments for all my classes, which is understandable and normal. But at the same time I literally just want to sleep I walk about an hour and a half in total every day to get to my classes. And I think I'm getting sick, already!! But I'll survive, even though I hate school, I love it and low-key thrive in it.
Yay! I am going to be doing the same! Sometimes I find it harder to do the school work during the week? I don't know why. But I am literally so happy for you to be able to finish it up and then do some planning on your stories.
OMG! I literally was livid last night. First of all, I saw a skunk for the first time ever, I was on edge all night. And then I saw some cute guys at the dinning hall right? So I was talking to my roommate about it. Either way we were cleaning up our spots and when we were walking over to the dish return I ended up walking behind the one guy I thought was really cute, so we gave each other the side eye and started giggling. But you know what this man did?! He made fun of my life! Immediate turn off, now all I can hear is his mocking laugh and literally I can imagine strangling him!!! Anyways.
College is pretty chill, like I said, there is a lot of walking involved. I need to figure out the bus schedule before winter comes around. Classes are pretty chill actually, except for math, I hate my math class. But it's self paced which is nice. Other than all the sucky parts of it, I am really enjoying college right now. But I am going back home this weekend, since it is a 4 day weekend for me (I have no classes today or monday obviously) and I need to get some things from home.
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Yakko: Alright, listen up, y'all! we're rounding up a search party! Dot's gone missing!
[Dr Scratchansniff smiles at Nora, thinking that Nora will not look for Dot. Nora gives Dr Scratchansniff an angry look.]
Nora: [Dr Scratchansniff frowns because they will search for Dot] Man the lifeboats!
Yakko: Alpha Team, you search uptown.
Wakko: Gold Team searches downtown. Any questions?
Pinky: Gold Team rules!
Yakko and Wakko: Now get movin'! [crowd yelling]
[Cora put a Lost poster with a picture of Dot]
Cora: Dot?
[Cuts to Yakko, Wakko, and the search party]
Yakko: Someone look up there!
[Wakko pops out of a sewer]
Wakko: Put your doors, and friends into it!
[cut to searching in the Acme labs]
Wakko: Come on! She could be anywhere in the lab!
[Colin opens a test tube]
Colin: Hey, Dot! [a explosion hits him in the face] Well…, at least I still have my personality.
Yakko: Check in this here moist cave! [Slappy, Skippy and Minerva walk in shouting for Dot then run out, realizing the cave is actually a giant elephant]
Yakko: Status report!
Skippy: Dot's not in the national cute convention
Yakko: Well look again!
Cora: Dot's not in my mom's office
Wakko: Well look again!
Brain: Dot's not in my thoughts
Yakko and Wakko: WELL THINK AGAIN!
[cut to Yakko and Wakko on top of the water tower]
Yakko: Attention, Burbank, the time has come to double, no, triple our efforts!
Dr Scratchansniff: How about a break?! We've been at it for days!
Mindy’s mom: Think about the children!
Wakko: That's a good idea! Use the children to crawl into small places you couldn't normally reach.
Skippy: [whispering to Colin] This is a load of barnacles.
Yakko and Wakko: WE HEARD THAT!
Yakko: No one's going anywhere until we find Dot!
Pinky: Uh... uh, wait! [picks up Brain] Uh, here she is!
Yakko: That ain't Dot! Dot wears a skirt!
[Pinky dresses Brain as Dot]
Brain: [in a poor imitation of Dot] I'm cute! I'm cute!
Wakko: No you ain't!
[Mindy holds Rita]
Mindy: I found Dot!
Wakko: It’s just Rita. Besides, her fur is black.
Plotz: [holds up a skunk] Uh... here she is! Hey, can I go home now?
[Yakko and Wakko becomes annoyed]
Nora: [points up] Oh, look! She's up in the sky!
[Yakko and Wakko happily looks up, but Dot's not in the sky]
Yakko: She's not...huh?
[everyone is gone]
Wakko: They must have gone to search some more.
[everyone is hiding in Chicken boo’s coop]
Yakko and Wakko: Dot! Where are you!?!?
Wakko: [lifts up a house] You under there?!
Yakko: [lifts up another house] Nope!
Wakko: [lifts up another house where Randy Beaman from before is at]
Randy Beaman: Uhh, I can explain.
Wakko: [lifts up another house] Dot?!
Yakko: [lifts up another house] Nope!
Wakko: [lifts up another house] Nope!
Yakko: [lifts up another house] Nope!
Yakko and Wakko: DOT! WHERE ARE YOU!?!?
Plotz: [everyone is looking at Yakko and Wakko] Those two have gone zanier than usual.
Katie Kaboom: But they'll never look inside a chicken coop.
Dot: [laughs] You said it! Yakko and Wakko never find us! [everyone glares at Dot and throws her out] Hey, wait, you don't understand!
Brain: [pops out of the chicken coop, does a more accurate impression of Dot] Oh, look, it is I, Dot, out here in the open.
[Yakko and Wakko turns around]
Yakko and Wakko: Dot?
Dot: [screams in horror] C'mon, let me back in! You don't understand!
[Yakko and Wakko hugs Dot]
Yakko: Oh, Dot, We was so worried! We thought something terrible happened!
Wakko: [grabs Dot's arm] Come on. There's just enough time to go atom smashing. [Yakko and Wakko runs but Dot is not moving]
Dot: Big Brothers, wait!
Yakko: There's no time to wait!
Dot: Boys, you've got to make time! This is important!
[Wakko lets go of Dot's arm]
Dot: I can't play with you guys anymore! I just can't take the games! They're tearing me apart! [rips off her flower and throws it on the ground, then holds onto Yakko's legs crying] There, I said it! Now lets just forget the whole thing now. Please, Boys? This isn't easy, I...
[She notices Yakko and Wakko has fallen asleep]
[Dot looks at her phone and sees it's World sleep day]
Dot: [chuckles a little] I never thought I'd say it, but thank Spielberg for World Sleep Day! [laughs and falls asleep]
Chicken Boo: [returning home from his trip to japan] Who are you people?!
MDNWMNXMSMXNZ
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Chapter Fifthteen | Sibling Issues
gif credit to owner.
Bunny stepped behind Cindy, who was pissed off from the stressing situation from earlier involving Alice.
“Cindy.”
“What? Can’t you ever leave me alone? Why do you always follow me around like a lost puppy? Stop following me everywhere I go. You need to get a life.”
Bunny stopped, tears pricking at her eyes. She forced the tears back as she knew Cindy was upset about Alice. She stays behind Cindy, not leaving her alone. They reach the bottom on the cabin stairs as she grabs her wrist. Her emotions changed almost immediately.
“Bunny, w–why didn’t you chime in?”
“Cindy, just knock it off! And, how can I when you’re being a bitch right now.”
Bunny pulls her hand from Cindy’s grip as she flinches at the bitter tone in her voice. The two stayed silent for a few seconds.
“Berman!”
Kurt appeared in front of them, glaring at the older Berman sister. Bunny knew this was about Ziggy and that she was definitely in trouble with Cindy as both females were startled from Kurt's sudden appearance.
“Where have you been? I’ve been looking all over. Your sister—” Kurt stops as he begins sniffing the air around Cindy and Bunny. “Cindy Berman, Bunny, that smell better be skunk.”
Bunny rolled her eyes, Cindy sighed.
“What about my sister?” She asked.
Without hesitation, Cindy began walking as she called Bunny with her, this time a little less bitchy. They walked to Nurse Lane’s cabin, wanting to apologize for her actions from earlier.
“Cindy, forgive me about earlier.”
“Kathleen, it’s fine. I forgive you.” Cindy responded.
Finally making it into the cabin, both of them opened the door to find Ziggy sitting on one of the medical beds, Nurse Lane across from her. They both looked at the two girls.
“Hi, Nurse Lane.” Cindy greeted, sweetly as if she weren’t pissed off.
“Hi, Cindy, Kathleen.”
The fire haired female rose, standing up from the bed, looking toward her sister, almost afraid.
“Ziggy,” Cindy said in a tense tone.
Trailing behind the Berman sisters, Bunny stays quiet as She listens soon after Cindy begins speaking. Her, including the Berman sisters exit the cabin, and step down the few stairs outside.
“You realize what happens if you get kicked out, right? How awful that would be for me?”
Ziggy ignores her older sister, brows furrowed and look as if she were worried about something.
“Did someone do something to Nurse Lane? Like make fun of her daughter?”
“Ziggy, are you listening to me?”
“She was upset.”
“I don’t care! I… Do you hear what I’m saying to you?”
“Loud and clear, ma’am.”
“Well, you don’t. We had this conversation last week and the week before that.”
“Yeah, well, once again, I’m not gonna get kicked out.”
“That’s not what Kurt thinks.”
“Yeah, well Kurt can suck it.”
Cindy grabbed her sister's arm as Bunny stayed silent behind the Berman sisters. The three of them stopped in the middle of the path.
“No! Ziggy, no!” Cindy begins. “If you get kicked out, I do too. Mom can’t work and take care of you. Then how will I pay for college, huh?”
Ziggy scoffs, chuckling and rolling her eyes.
“Oh, that’s funny to you?”
“Yeah, kinda.”
They keep walking. “Explain to me what’s so funny.”
“How dumb you are.”
Bunny walks off, not wanting to be the bearer of distraction for Ziggy as she wanders throughout the camo, wondering where Tommy went. She walked toward the mess hall, looking back and saw the two sisters still talking, staring at Cindy's delicate features as her heart fluttered.
Without realizing it, Bunny's cheeks turn a bright shade of red when Caroline and her collide.
Bunny looks at who she ran into.
"Oof. I'm sorry, Carol."
"You're fine, Bunny. Holy shit. Your face is a bright shade of crimson."
"Is it? Oh, shoot. I must be getting sunburned."
"Or you're blushing because of that Berman sister you like." Caroline teases.
"What? I- No. No, it's not that. I'm-- I'm getting sunburned."
"If you say so,"
Bunny rolls her eyes at her cousin before saying goodbye to Caroline and heads off toward the mess hall like she was supposed to do prior, but gets distracted by Cindy Berman... and her sister troubles.
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i kinda miss working at a gas station it was so... human. any time someone yelled at me i'd rile them up more by just resting my head on my hand and smirking at them so theyd be too mad to take their receipt and realized i charged them for 3 coffees they never bought and then give them out.
id give one to robert, the elderly man who lived alone with his dog and would always gamble away his bingo money and wait till the shop cleared so we could smoke cigarettes outside and he could have a chance for a genuine human interaction. i'm pretty sure i was the only one who'd talk to him. he told me a lot about his fat lazy little doggy. he'd pay in change, and be short a lot of times because he was addicted to online gambling and had no support system. i liked being a friendly face for him.
id give one to the much, much older man who'd wait out in the cold for the paper delivery at 2 am because he was already up but didn't want to dirty my empty and cleaned breakfast bar and spoke like a perfect gentleman to me.
id give one to the guy from the halfway house across the street, who'd always complain about being unable to sleep during normal hours. id commisserate, that's why i worked from 11pm to 7am.
id give them to my regulars, who'd see me struggling behind a line almost out the door on my own and place their exact change off to the side so i could ring them up on my own time. i had barcodes taped to my register of their orders.
when the teenagers who reminded me of myself came in, i'd shake my head behind the counter subtly so they knew the cops were hanging out at the coffee again, and they couldn't get the usual five finger discount on snacks.
they repaid me in ways i never expected.
when the man who was larger than me and drunk as a skunk was hanging around the side of my counter where i'd enter/exit asking me personal questions mixed in with compliments and beady eyes waiting for the store to clear, while i was pushing back tears because i knew the store would eventually empty and i'd be in a situation, my gambler with a heart of gold spilled his coffee everywhere, apologizing to me the whole time. when i came back with the mop bucket, it was only robert in the store with a kind smile, coffee-soaked napkins in the trash, and an offer to go have a smoke.
when i turned too fast and reached too high to grab a mother's cigarettes, i woke up on the floor to find she had bodily flung herself halfway over the counter to make sure i didn't hit my head open, her eyes wide and wild with worry. we'd never spoken to each other before.
when i left and let them know, people i never expected were upset. they'd miss me, they told me, and this was something i'd never considered.
the mailman was sad because i was the only one who knew exactly when to put his egg rolls on the roller grill, which we weren't supposed to sell during that time unless asked for. he'd miss getting perfectly cooked and crispy egg rolls from me, because everyone else just let them be soggy and cold from the oven.
my elderly newspaper regular was sad because he knew when i was working and the papers were dropped off, i'd stock the paper bins immediately to make sure he wasn't stuck in the cold waiting.
i was told i'd be missed because it always gave them a much-needed laugh to walk into a seemingly empty store and see my head pop up from behind the counter, half of a mozzarella stick dangling from my mouth.
i'd be missed because when they came in in the middle of the night, just getting off a late shift or heading into an obscenely early one, there was a friendly face, clean and fresh coffee, and an entirely open menu for them to choose from. they'd miss me because they remembered me, and i remembered them. that we'd stick up for each other while not knowing the other's last name.
i never expected to miss them. but i do. i wonder if robert and his fat little doggy are awake right now. i wonder if my replacement is smoking cigarettes with him and giving him the socialization he desperately needs. i wonder if my replacement is making that darling old man sit in the cold of a maine winter while they forget about his morning paper. i wonder if the mailman is eating cold and soggy eggrolls. i wonder if the pastry delivery lady is getting a free hot apple fritter after she loads the case up. i wonder if those kids are still stealing chips, if they graduated, if they made it out. i miss them so much.
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#a skunk just walked up to me realized i was there and then turned around and walked away lmao#it is so funny how oblivious they are
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Hi! Can I get hcs of Gagamaru w/ a black reader? And if you don’t really know how to write for black readers you can just make the reader from NYC. Thank you <3
Gagamaru x Black NYC!Reader
I’m sorry these are short! I really did enjoy writing this one, though!
When Gagamaru first saw you, he was rather confused. Your American accent didn’t fit well with his ears used to hearing Japanese, your height was taller than that of a regular Japanese person, and most eye-catching was how much darker you were.
Of course, there were dark-skinned asians originating in Japan, yet they weren’t you. Quiet and petite, the professional standards of beauty in the country, was not how you were. At all.
Because you were from New York City, your voice was naturally loud. Attending Gagamaru’s football games were always fun due to how much louder your voice echoed through the crowd. When the happy-camper man sprung a header into the goal, you would have quite a few glares directed at your boisterous cheers.
Although, nothing in life is forever cupcakes and rainbows.
After your first few weeks in Japan, you started to feel comfortable in walking around the prefectures, and you even caught onto the schedules of the subways. The fast-paced country rubbed off on you quickly, making you feel at home again despite…not being home.
You walked into the line for the next football game, and once it was your turn to give the employee your ticket, you went up with a bright smile. “Here you go, sir.” Your tone was welcoming, voice loud but learning to pipe down, and your white teeth beamed at the stranger.
He gave you a questioning look. An eyebrow of his quirked while he stared you up and down. Soon enough, he shook his head and declined your ticket. “Sorry, ma’am. I can’t let you in.”
You blanked at his words. “What…do you mean? I have my entry pass right here. It’s not expired, I do not think?” Your confusion made you start to question yourself. You were sure that you bought the ticket specifically for Gagamaru’s new game, right? So why did the man refuse your entrance?
Once you came to realize, it felt as though you were struck by lightning. The disgusted look given by the man brought you to reality, and you furrowed your eyebrows tight with a frown. “You sayin’ there’s something wrong with my body, huh, skunk? You think yourself a holly just ‘cause I’m not someone ya see often? Huh!?” You were tempted to push the man, but you were close to his face enough, barking up an old-fashioned NYC storm.
The aloof expression of his rivaled your angered one, yet he flinched as you both heard a smooth voice call out.
“Let her in, jerk. She’s a V.I.P for me.” Gagamaru stood over the ticket employee, scaring them to death by his tall height and slender body.
The man hesitated and stammered to find his words, but with the goalkeeper’s wide eyes on him like a hawk, he couldn’t concentrate properly. Eventually, you swiped your ticket back from the stranger and gave him a daring grin. “Have a nice day, sir~!” You answered through your forced smile.
Gagamaru waited for you at the other side, and he had to chuckle to himself by your demanding personality showing. “You shouldn’t start a fight. Especially not before my national’s game.”
You shrugged while following him close. “If it’s for you, I’d do anythin’!” Let’s just say…For any argument you got into, Gagamaru was always the one to get you out. Well, to stop you from a fight, that is. You needed no help when it came to arguing. Sometimes, the tall male learned that the hard way…
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How about some barbarian bakugo noncon?
Prelude - One time I came home from a walk and smelled this scent so freaking thick that I could taste it, and I almost threw up cause it smelled like skinning a deer but like, ten times worse?? and I was like lol that’s kinda weird and it turns out the neighbor had caught a skunk in a catch-and-release trap (which we gave him cause we didn’t want him catching a skunk in a trap that’d kill it) and apparently decided to kill it right then and there, and just let it by the edge of his property, right by my car. That was fun.
Anyways, Katsuki makes a big deal about reader looking different in this. You can take that any way you’d like. Personally, I was feeling insecure about my freckles (I have so many that my skin almost looks even-toned because they almost all touch rip) and my hair color/odd face so I wrote him liking that reader looked different. It’s not super deep lol
Pairing - Bakugou Katsuki X Reader X slight Izuku Midoriya
Warnings - NSFW, dubcon, noncon, voyerisum, exhibistionism, blood mention lol. Idk groping?
Music - https://open.spotify.com/track/4FeWr4OsidcJClBjUEBHWI?si=OPHwLWXrTsiNQ42SlMKLEg
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There is a point where you stop screaming.
A point when you realize that no one is coming to save you, that you’re wasting your breath, that it’s fruitless. Does nothing more than raw your throat and grate against your own ears.
It’s no use. The Barbarian King seems unaffected, perhaps even spurred on by your ear-splitting screams. There’s no reason to scream anymore - it’d be impossible to scream forever.
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Village in flames, corpses littering the streets. You’d heard about the stench of death from books, from traveling warriors who stop in your village for a night, regaling the people with tales of heroics and strength. It smelled quite different from what you had imagined though.
Metallic, yes, but tangy, thick enough for you to taste the iron seeping into the ground. Raw, like the scent of the butcher’s shop, heavy and suffocating - you hadn’t been able to breathe.
Everything had happened so fast, too fast. People were dead, people were dying, people were killing and being killed. You had been running, trying to escape the stifling aroma of your village being drained, the barbarians running amok through the streets leeching out it’s lifeblood.
Then you had been falling, tripped up by a loose limb on the ground, a body still warm and rattling with it’s last breaths. Shocked by the vivid image of the gore underneath you, a man reaching for his severed arm, you hadn’t been able to catch yourself as you fell, a cry leaving your lips.
Darkness.
And then light as you slowly blinked to awareness, slumped on the ground.
A line of prisoners, prizes from the raid. You were one of them, hands bound to your neck, ankles tied to the people on either side of you. Two men had come by after a while, a green haired man in dress similar to your own - perhaps a captured man from the village?
The other man was bare chested, as many of the barbarians were, gold and red paint swirled across his skin in intricate, sharp patterns. He looked fearsome, and he barked at the green haired man accompanying him who scribbled furiously onto paper at each utterance of the fearsome blonde man.
They seemed to be going down the lengthy line of prisoners, assigning them? Selecting them for something? You didn’t know, couldn’t find it in yourself to care. You were numb, sealed off from the horrific event you had just experienced, safe within your cocoon of forced apathy.
And then the two men were in front of you, the blonde man silent as he stared you down, the green haired man with his pen poised, though he studied you also.
But they quickly moved on, the barbarian barking something at his companion, before striding to the next prisoner.
You had been untied from your fellow captives, led through the barbarian camp. Red tents, warm fires and laughter filled the space, bare-chested warriors of both genders celebrating their recent victory.
The large red tent you had been led to was warm, a fire crackling in the deep pit in the center, silky furs softening the harshness of the ground. There was a table in front of the fire, a large basin filled with water nearby, close to the fire. A desk in the corner, near the tent flap, and a folding screen hiding the back of the tent from view.
Promptly tied to the leg of a table, you were left alone, the woman who had dragged you here leaving before you could ask what was happening.
Shortly, green hair popped through the tent flap, quickly followed by the rest of the man from earlier, the one dressed like your people.
“Izuku Midoriya!” He had introduced himself, giving a little flourish as he bowed, before being pushed aside as the fearsome blonde from before entered the tent.
Still tied to the leg of the table, numb to the world, you merely stared at the ground when the two men approached.
“What’s your name?” The green haired man - Izuku - asked.
He was met with a blank stare.
The blonde man growled at your lack of answer, spitting something in his native tongue, words you didn’t understand. Izuku seemed to shrink, before turning to address you again.
“Please tell us your name. Kacchan is not the most patient man.”
The fearsome man beside him bared his teeth towards you, and you shrank back. He did not seem the type of person who tolerated being left waiting.
“(Y/N)….” You whispered, eyes falling to the ground.
“(Y/N), ah! Such an interesting name, the first part means-“ Izuku was cut off from his ramble with a shove from the blond man - Kacchan - who crouched down in front of you, rolling your name around his tongue.
Turning, he spoke to Izuku in the same jumbled language, who listened, then addressed you as Kacchan turned back to study you again.
“Kacchan would like to know uhm, uuh.....” Izuku trailed off, uncertain eyes flickering between you and the blonde.
Kacchan scoffed, listening to Izuku’s hesitancy with disdain, saying something directed at the younger man, yet Kacchan’s eyes were fixed on you the entire time. It was intimidating.
“He uh, wants to know ifyou’reavirgin.”
Oh god.
Even though the man’s words were rushed, you understood, limbs beginning to shake. You were going to be violated.
A finger poking your calf made you jump, the blonde man leering at you, head cocked to the side, eyebrow raised as if to say “Well?”
You shook your head - lovers had existed in your life, not many, but you still cherished each one deeply, thought back on the experiences you shared fondly.
When relayed this information, the blonde man seemed to grin even wider, rising to his feet. “This will be easier then, no need to go slow.”
With a gasp, you lifted your gaze, wide eyes taking in the man hovering above you. His words were completely forgotten as you took in the shock of understanding his words. He spoke your tongue? Wasn’t he using an interpreter? Why-?
The confusion must be apparent on your face, because Kacchan scoffed, turning to stride to the table, taking a seat facing the fire.
“It pays to play dumb.”
“Loose lipped locals give information more freely when they assume that Kacchan can’t understand them.” Izuku beamed, crouching down in the Barbarian’s previous place to begin untying the rope binding your hands and feet to the table leg.
“Stand up for me please.”
You did as Izuku asked, shakily rising to your feet with a helping hand from Izuku on your arm. He began leading you towards the basin nearby, Kacchan watching the two of you with sharp eyes.
“Do you need help with the fastenings?”
Giving Izuku a confused look, your eyes fell to the basin, to the fire, to Kacchan seated at the table. Were they going…. Were they going to boil you alive? Eat you?
Trembling even harder now, it was only Izuku’s surprisingly strong grip on your arm that kept you upright, knees giving out beneath you.
“Help her out, she’s damn near useless.” Kacchan’s strong voice cut through the air, the air that seemed too thick, the air that was choking you, throat closing up.
What does one even do in this situation? Do you beg for your life? Scream for help? Who would come? Accept your inevitable fate?
There was no time to make a decision, however, because Izuku’s nimble fingers were pulling at the fastening of your dress, quickly unlacing it.
You were numb again, fingers leaden, legs heavy, mind fuzzy and listless. Izuku peeled down the top of your dress, and you barely thought to cover yourself - you’d be dead in minutes anyways, what did it matter?
Still, your hands rose to your breasts, shielding them from view involuntarily. Kacchan snorted from his sweat, but said nothing.
When you were completely bare, an arm over your chest, a hand over your sex, Izuku ushered you towards the basin, prompting you to step into it.
This was it, you were going to die.
One last shot of fear raced up your spine, and you turned to the green haired man by your side, his hand falling away from the small of your back.
“Please, please don’t kill me, I don’t know what I did but please spare my life. Please, I’m sorry.” Tears were burning your vision, throat choked up with thickness.
Kacchan burst into laughter.
“I’m not gonna kill you, the fuck?! Goddamn, your people call us barbarians yet you’re afraid of a bath, fucking hypocrites.” There was a mirthful glint in his eyes when you looked at him, the man leaning back in his chair, arms resting behind his head as he relaxed.
Izuku chuckled also, putting his hand on your lower back again, gently pushing you towards the basin. “You’ll be okay, it’s just some warm water. It’s close to the fire because we don’t want you to catch a chill. You know, the human body actually operates best when it’s within the temperatures of-“
“Deku, shut your trap before I come kick your ass, just get the girl into the water, you dumb fuck.”
The water was warm, and it felt pleasant against your skin, just on the right side of too warm, hot enough to have you relaxing your shoulders as you sank down lower, the liquid covering you up to your neck.
Izuku-Deku? Held your hair out of the way, quickly using a scoop to wet down the strands before rubbing some kind of herbal scrub through your scalp, cleaning out the dirt and debris that had gathered during the raid. You were certain you were absolutely filthy, covered in mud and small scraps, half of your side crusted with dried blood and muck from falling in the bloody street.
For a moment, you felt embarrassed at your earlier panic, silly and like a stupid child, thinking that they were going to boil and eat you. It was clear now what their intent had been, but riddled with fear your thoughts had been clouded and slow.
Fear was still present, rolling through your brain in waves, goosebumps rising from your flesh as you tried to hypothesize what was going to happen to you. From their earlier questioning, you had a faint idea, but you couldn’t bear to think about that outcome, didn’t know if you could tolerate it.
Instead, you let the warm water soothe your body, washing away the grime and dust. Izuku’s hands were gentle in your hair, as he massaged your scalp, as he rinsed out the soap. You tried to ignore how his breath hitched whenever you shifted - you couldn’t keep all of your body covered, no matter how you positioned yourself.
His hands disappeared from your hair, instead prompting your to sit up straight so he could scrub at your body with a cloth smelling of the herbal soap.
It felt weird, and goosebumps arose on your skin as strange hands touched your body. You closed your eyes and endured, for there was nothing else that could be done.
Running would be a bad idea - a naked woman sprinting through the barbarian camp would surely be caught and violated, or brought back to this tent for some twisted punishment. And you could only run if you managed to get past the two men, who ere watching you like hawks, and much, much stronger than you.
Izuku’s hands paused briefly at your chest, eyes flickering over to the blonde man, who nodded in permission. Then Izuku’s hand were running the cloth across your breasts, washing them in gentle circular motions, taking care to not scrub too hard or push too deep.
You bit your tongue as you waited for it to be over.
And it was soon, at least that part. Then the green haired man was instructing you up on your knees, facing him. Telling you to grab onto his shoulder (the man was also kneeling) and spread your legs apart.
Trembling limbs obeyed, face flushing bright red as you followed his commands, eyes squeezing shut so you wouldn’t have to look at his own flushed face.
He ran the cloth down your back, over your ass, then slipped it between your legs to wash your sex with easy swipes of the cloth. The man’s breathing picked up subtly, and you could tell, leaning up against him as you were. His hands wandered, the cloth moving slower and slower upon your cunt, almost stroking at your folds, his fingers pressing through the cloth.
“Oi, Deku! Keep your shitty hands to yourself, you’re supposed to be washing her up, not feeling her up, shitbrain.” Kacchan barked, slamming his fist down against the table to get Izuku’s attention.
Both you and the man in front of you jumped, Izuku immediately blushing the deepest red you’d ever seen, flashing the blonde an apologetic look and you a nervous smile, before he seemed to gather himself, continuing to dutifully cleanse your nether regions.
It was awkward for the both of you, feeling his hands run over your private areas, over your sex, through your ass cheeks. But then he was down, rinsing you off with scoops of warm water before fetching a large towel, ushering you out of the basin, holding out the towel to wrap around your body when you stepped out.
Then you were ushered closer to the fire, sat upon a small stool as you huddled close to the warmth, clutching the towel tightly around you. The air was quite warmer than outside, but was still cold to your wet skin.
Izuku began running his fingers through your hair, parting knots, patting sections dry with a corner of the towel. By the time he was finished, you felt warm again, face rosy from the heat of the fire.
The heat felt pleasant, like the feeling of a full belly after a long day.
You were tired, exhausted from the emotional weight you had endured. Village burned, tripping over corpses and disembodied limbs, taken captive, forced away from your fellow villagers. Stripped down and fondled - at this point, you just wanted to sleep.
To sleep and sleep, wake up and have this all be a bad dream. Some twisted nightmare your mind conjured up while in the warmth and safety of your own home.
A large hand upon your shoulder roused you from your half-asleep state, lulled by the warmth of the fire and the quietness of the tent. You jumped, turning to find Kacchan towering over you and Izuku both.
Kacchan crouched, his hand sliding from your shoulder to your hair, then onto your cheek. “You look so fuckin’ weird.”
Izuku sputtered. “Oh my god, what he means to say, is that we’ve never seen anyone like you before. You’re… quite unique, and very um, attractive.”
You leaned away from the hand on your cheek, and Kacchan let you, red eyes blinking slowly as they scanned your features. He was an odd man, as was Izuku. There was an obvious dynamic of power, Izuku submitting to Kacchan willingly.
“Alright, you’re dry enough, get up.”
You blinked at Kacchan, processing his words, before he huffed out a breath, rising to his own feet. “C’mon, let’s go, are you stupid? Get the fuck up.”
You scrambled to your feet, towel still wrapped tightly around your body, preserving your modesty.
Kacchan’s hand shot out, gripping the back of your neck, pulling you along with him as he strode towards the back of the tent, towards the sectioned screen acting as a wall.
“Deku, make your ass useful and dump out the bathwater, will ya?”
You weren’t able to see Izuku move due to the hand forcing your head forward, but you could hear his footsteps as he hurried to do what Kacchan instructed.
Rounding the screen, it was clear to see that this was where the Barbarian King slept, a pile of cozy-looking furs strewn in a pile on the ground.
You were promptly shoved towards them, stumbling down to your knees as you lost your balance. The furs provided cushion though, soft and inviting.
But you were scared again.
It was happening, it was going to happen, you were going to raped by the King.
Turning back towards the man, you began to plead, hands securing the towel around your shoulders like a safety blanket.
“Sir, please, don’t do this, why me? You can have anyone, not me, please not me.”
He ignored you in favor of beginning to strip, unfastening his cloak, removing his weapons. You decided to try and appeal using a more personal approach.
“Kacchan-“
Suddenly the man was in your face, his own visage twisted into a growl.
“Don’t you ever fucking call me that. Stupid ass Deku made that shit up when we were kids, I’m not some brat anymore. I’m Katsuki-“ He backed away from you, leaving you trembling. “-Barbarian King.”
The man resumed removing his clothes, dropping his belt to the ground, grumbling as he began to undo his pants. “Should beat his fuckin’ ass for calling me that, so goddamn disrespectful. Fuck him, stupid little ass wipe twerp-“
You tuned him out, frozen. What could you do? Another impasse where your options were none.
A strong hand gripped your shoulder, or more accurately, your towel, tugging it forcefully away from you.
“No!” You cried, trying to pull it back, to cover yourself, but the man was stronger, ripping it away before you could utter another word.
“No! Stop, please!” You tried again, finally taking in Kacc-Katsuki before you. He was naked now, aside from the paint decorating his skin. His cock was quickly hardening, plumping up with each step he took towards you as you scrambled backwards.
“Katsuk-Katsuki, I’m begging you, please don’t do this. I’ll do anything! Please just have someone else!” You sobbed, back finally meeting the wall of the tent.
Katsuki smirked, crouching down just out of your reach. “You’ll do anything? You’ll let my horde use you as a toy then?”
Dread flowed through your already fear-filled body, and you gulped thickly, eyes closing.
“No?”
Shaking your head, you started to cry silently, tears slipping down your cheeks.
“You’re already doing fucking anything.” Katsuki growled, hand shooting out to grab your ankle, dragging you down and towards him.
A high-pitched cry left you as he pulled you under him, until he was hovering over you, grinning. “Cry all you want, ain’t gonna change a damn thing. In fact-“ He surged down, until his forehead touched your own, red eyes blazing “-It just turns me on more.”
The man pulled away, a hand falling heavily around your throat, giving a compulsory squeeze before hie started moving his hand downwards, fingers skimming across your flesh.
Immediately, your own hands caught his own, trying to still their journey as they neared your breasts. Katsuki paused, a sound akin to a growl falling from his throat as his eyes flickered away from your body and up to your own eyes.
There was a threat there, a warning. Let him touch, or else.
Trembling, you removed your hands, instead grabbing at the furs you rested upon. Katsuki made a gruff sound of approval, before resuming his exploration of your body.
“You’re like nothing I’vs ever seen before, know that? Like some fuckin’ alien or something, but damn, you’re gorgeous. Didn’t even know someone could look like this.” He mused, entranced as he watched his hands splay over your body, pinching at your skin, caressing your breasts, slipping over your stomach and down between your legs.
“Oh god, pleaseee-“ You sobbed out, cringing as a finger trailed down your slit.
Katsuki stilled, quirking a brow as he smiled meanly. “Please what? You wanna cum?”
“Please stop…” You whispered, eyes clenching shut again as he found your clit, giving it a few quick rubs.
The man scoffed, before quickly teasing one of his fingers into your tight hole. “Tough shit, I’ve never had whatever the fuck you are, I ain’t stopping”
His finger burned, dry and too large, and you struggled to keep from clenching down upon it in discomfort, trying to force out the intrusion. This would go easier if you relaxed, if you let him have his way. You knew that, rationally, but it was hard to make you body obey.
Katsuki prepped you quickly, fingering you open until he deemed you ready, withdrawing his fingers and crudely wiping them off upon your thigh. You twitched away at the wetness, at your own slick being cleaned off on your skin, but Katsuki ignored you.
“Why do you look like this anyway? What the fuck happened?” Katsuki asked coarsely, shuffling off of your thighs, moving to lounge by your side, studying you.
The man seemed to be taking a break, more interested in your looks than fucking you, but you were glad for the reprieve, trying to wipe tears from your face as you struggled to think of a response.
“I-I don’t know?” You finally spoke, genuinely at a loss for how to explain your appearance.
Katsuki studied you with sharp eyes, a hand reaching down to his cock, beginning to absent-mildly pump himself while he looked you over.
“I’ve traveled through every shitty little village in the north, met with the damn piss-baby tribes of the east, I’ve ransacked the towns of spoiled nobles, and I’ve never seen anyone who looks like you.”
You sat up, subtly shuffling away from the Barbarian King while you shrugged, at a loss.
Your appearance wasn’t anything superiorly unusual, but apparently it piqued Katsuki’s interest. Yes, your skin was perhaps a bit different, but it’s not like you were inhuman.
Katuski seemed to get tired of talking though, settling further back into the furs, getting himself comfortable as he jerked himself off. You refused to look between his legs.
“Alright, whatever. Get up here.”
Pausing, you looked at him incredulously. Did he mean on his lap? His chest? You didn’t want to be anywhere near him - wouldn’t he find more pleasure with someone who was willing?
“Are you fucking deaf? C’mon, up.” He growled, patting his thigh, urging you over.
A gulp before you started moving, limbs heavy and hesitant, unwilling as you slowly crawled forward, towards the intimidating, impatient blonde.
You straddled his thighs unsteadily, swinging your leg over, trying to avoid touching his cock.
Unfortunately, despite your best efforts, you caught sight of it, the red tip, the precum making his length shine, the wrinkly, darker skin of his balls, his blond pubes.
You cringed, distaste evident upon your face, and you heard Katsuki chuckle darkly before his hands grabbed your hips, dragging you forward.
“What, don’t fucking like what you see? Am I not to your taste? I’ve fucked whorebag princesses less fussy than you. Get over yourself.” He spat, before taking a hand off your hip, reaching underneath you to line himself up as his other hand kept you lifted.
You trembled in his hold, twitching and swaying to the side, but this was unavoidable.
A gasp left your lips as he entered you, tip slipping through your folds, teasing into your wet hole, stretching you out.
Katsuki let out a groan, slowly dropping you down until he could remove his hand from his cock, returning it to your hip, guiding you to push further down. You felt disgusting, his cock sliding against your velvety insides, dirtying your walls with leaking precum.
When your sit bones rested against his upper thighs, his cock resting fully inside you, it felt impossible to breathe, your chest rising to draw in air but failing, the distress you felt upon being speared open seemingly too much for your body to handle.
“Fucking hell, you’re so tight. You got a dirty little cunt, don’t you? Feels fucking amazing.” Katsuki groaned, moving his hips minutely, relishing the grip your inside had on his cock, how warm you were around him.
“Ride me, will you? I’m getting bored down here.” He snapped after a moment, delivering a harsh slap to your rear to emphasize his words, spurring you into tentative action.
Problem is, you didn’t want to.
Your palms rested against his heated chest, eyes raising to the ceiling as your cheeks burned. This was embarrassing, you couldn’t do this. You couldn’t be an active participant in your violation. What would that make you?
“Oi, princess - I don’t got all night.“ Katsuki growled, landing a significantly more-jarring hit to rear, hard enough to make you squeak and jump, hips twitching at the sensation of his cock moving around your pussy at the movement.
Afraid of more forceful repercussions, you started to move, slowly sliding up, then down, creeping along, hoping it’d be enough to satisfy the man.
It wasn’t.
Katsuki grumbled something under his breath, before tightening his hold on your hips, planting his feet in the furs, then plunging into you with force. The sudden movement jostled you, and you fell forward with a cry, head bouncing onto Katsuki’s chest by your hands, the man groaning as he found a satisfactory rhythm.
“There we go, that’s fuckin’ nice.”
You cried into his chest, hands clutched into fists as you were bounced up and down, the led slap of skin too loud and jarring in the tent. The paint on Katsuki’s body was beginning to smear, sweat dampening his skin and letting the paint drip onto the ground, transfer to your own skin.
It was starting to feel good, make your stomach tighten, limbs tremble with pleasure instead of fear, and you hated it.
Slick sounds reached your ears, out of rhythm with Katsuki’s quick prods. It was wet, pulsing, as if someone-
Gasping breaths reached your ears, not from the man grunting beneath you.
Another round of cold fear dampened your arousal as you honed in on the sound, realizing it was coming from the other side of the screen.
Someone was on the other side of the screen, listening in to the Barbarian King taking you against your will.
A stuttered cry left you when Katsuki pushed too hard, hitting your sweet spot, making you clench and shudder, forgetting about the other person for a second.
But they were so loud, little gasps and moans, and the shlick, shlick, shlick, was getting faster and faster, it was impossible to ignore.
Should you try to tell Katsuki? Would he stop? Would he be mad? It was so disturbing, knowing someone was sitting on the other side of the screen, jerking themselves off so obviously .
“Katsuki-Katsuki wait, oh-“ You started, quickly cut off by a series of battering thrusts against your sweet spot.
But you had to try again. “Wait, sto-o-op, wa-unh, unh, Katsuki pl-mmh!”
“Shut up, I don’t fucking care.” The man snapped, out of breath.
“But there’s-oh…. Katsuki there’s someo-“
“I don’t /fucking care/.” Katsuki reiterated, gritting his teeth. He shut you up with another perfectly placed push against your sweet spot, and a cruel spank against your already-stinging ass.
“Ow!” You yelped, clenching up. It was clear now, that Katsuki was aware of the listener, he just didn’t mind. Maybe he got off on it, knowing someone was listening to him take apart his latest conquest.
Clenching up was the wrong response, because the Barbarian King swore, before his hips sped up, bouncing you so violently on his lap that you found it hard to breath, barely able to hang on for the ride.
“Oh…. (Y/N)….” The voice behind the screen moaned lowly, almost whispering.
It was Izuku.
You shivered, at the sound, feeling creeped out with the knowledge that the gentle, timid “interpreter” was listening. He must have returned at some point from dumping out the basin. You were feeling revolted by this entire situation, disgusted with Katsuki, Izuku, and most importantly with yourself.
Pleasure was building quickly in your stomach, zapping up into your chest, making you tingle and shake with the sensations assaulting your body.
“Sit back, fucking sit back-“ Katsuki panted, pushing at one of your shoulders to push you up, so he could see you as he fucked up into you, watch your body move, your face contorting in pleasure.
You felt like you couldn’t help it, your eyes closing, mouth falling open to let out girlish, high-pitched moans.
Your breasts were being jostled, jiggling up and down with the movement of your body, and it hurt. Hands moved to hold them, stopping their bouncing, but Katsuki appreciated the view apparently, because he groaned, pushing his head back while still trying to watch you.
“Fuck, that’s so hot. Keep touching yourself princess, keep moaning like a little slut. Let Deku know how fucking good I’m making you feel.”
Your body didn’t give you a choice, noises being pushed from your throat involuntarily as Katsuki pounded into you, red eyes trained on your frame, intense and unwavering.
An orgasm ripped through you, seemingly out of nowhere despite the steady buildup of it the past few minutes. You gasped, breathing catching in your throat, hips furiously grinding down against Katsuki’s as you rode it out, trying to stimulate your clit to intensify the feeling.
The noises leaving you were perverted; wet gasps, little squeaks and long moans as you fucked yourself onto Katsuki’s cock, previous hesitance forgotten in preference of chasing your pleasure.
Katsuki swore underneath you again, rabbiting his hips up into you in response, breathing raggedly as he neared his own release.
You were so lost in feeling the sensations in your own body, you didn’t register the stuttered groans on the other side of the screen, the speedy clicking of Izuku jerking himself through his own orgasm, the almost-silent spatter of his cum hitting the screen.
Katsuki swore once more, a vehement “Shit, shit!” before he pulled out quickly, orgasm apparently catching him by surprise, the first few warm strings of cum shooting into your warm cunt, adding to the wet mess of your own orgasm.
The rest was aimed onto the puffy lips of your slit, one of Katsuki’s hands leaving your hips to pump his cock as he gasped, hips twitching upward at the sudden temperature change from your burning heat to the air of the tent.
Then there was just the sound of three people breathing heavily, completely spent, sweaty and dirtied from sex.
Katsuki pulled you down onto his chest, chuckling breathlessly as he brought his clean hand to your head, ruffling your hair tiredly.
“Well, you’re a goddamn catch, pussy’s like a fuckin’ vice.” The crude comment made your cheeks color, but as exhausted as you were, you couldn’t find the energy to offer a rebuttal.
“I think you’re gonna stick around for a while.” Katsuki mused, and you felt your heart drop. “Yeah, you’re a keeper. Maybe if fuckface over there-“ The blond slapped at the screen “-can stop being a pervert, we could actually fuck without feeling creeped out.” He growled, although the blonde didn’t sound irritated in the least.
A small “Sorry Kacchan” was whispered from the other side of the screen, and Katsuki laughed dryly.
“Tell you what bastard, maybe I’ll let you touch her a bit.” Katsuki said, a hand creeping down to knead at your ass. “Then you don’t have to act like a little freak. Who knows, maybe I’ll even let you fuck her if you do good translating those maps we found. Got it, you little shitnugget?”
“Mm, alright Kacchan.” Came the tired response.
You were barely awake, already drifting off on Katsuki’s warm chest, too preoccupied with the red and gold paint no doubt smearing against your cheek than with the conversation going on around you.
You could panic about that later.
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The Husky and His White Cat Shizun - Chapter 11
Original Title: 二哈和他的白猫师尊
Genres: Drama, Romance, Tragedy, Xianxia, Yaoi
This translation is based on multiple MTLs and my own limited knowledge of Chinese characters. If I have made any egregious mistakes, please let me know.
Chapter Index
Chapter 11 - This Venerable One Wants His Family to be Happy
"Yes, it's me!" Madam Chen sobbed, "But I didn't write this spiritual tablet! How could I curse my child? I—"
"You wouldn't have written it while you were awake, but not necessarily while you were asleep."
Chu Wanning said. He raised his hand, picked up the spiritual tablet, spiritual energy pouring out of his palm. Suddenly, a distant and piercing scream erupted from the spiritual tablet, followed by a stream of blood gurgling out of it.
The sharp gleam in Chu Wanning's eyes was bitterly cold, and he harshly said: "The arrogance of this creature; it dares to make trouble!"
Because of the great spiritual power in his palm, the writing on the tablet was forced to retreat little by little amid the screams, becoming fainter until it finally disappeared completely. Chu Wanning's slender and cold white fingers clenched and the whole tablet shattered!!
The Chen family looked stunned from behind him. Not just the Chen family, even Shi Mei was stunned.
He couldn't help sighing: "That's amazing."
Mo Ran also couldn't help but sigh inside; he really was so powerful.
Chu Waning turned his handsome and clear face sideways. There was no expression on his face, only a few spots of blood splashed on the side of his cheek. He raised his hand and carefully examined the bloodstains remaining on his fingertips. He said to the Chen family: "All of you will stay in the courtyard today, don't go anywhere."
At this point, none of them dared disobey and they quickly agreed: "Okay! Okay! Whatever you say!"
Chu Wanning strode out of the temple, unconcerned with wiping away the blood on his face. He gestured at Madam Chen: "Especially you, don't fall asleep. To keep that thing out of your body, even if you get tired, you need to stay awake."
"Yes. . . yes yes!" Madam Chen replied repeatedly. With tears in her tears, she asked in disbelief, "Daoist Master, my son. . . is. . . is he alright?"
"He's fine for now."
Madam Chen was startled: "For now? Not always? Then, how can I save my son's life?"
Chu Wanning said: "Catch the demon."
Mrs. Chen was very anxious and couldn't help but be a little rude. She couldn't care less about being polite and asked urgently: "When does the Daoist master plan to catch it?"
"Immediately."
Chu Wanning said. He glanced at the Chen family and asked: "Who knows where the red coffin was dug? Come and lead the way."
The eldest son’s daughter-in-law was named Yao. Even though she was a woman, she was tall and looked somewhat good-looking Although her face was filled with fear, she was calmer than the others. She spoke up: "My late husband and I picked out the land. I know the location. I'll lead you there."
The three of them followed Chen Yao all the way north and soon arrived at the land the Chen family had bought.
Martial law had been set up there, and there are no one around. The dark hills were overgrown with trees, not a single sound of insects or birds singing.
Climbing up the mountainside, the view widened over the scene. Chen Yao said: "The three Daoist masters are here."
The place where the red coffin was dug out still had a tombstone stuck over it. Mo Ran laughed: "What's this broken stone supposed to be used for? It looks like an amateur put it there. Move it."
Chen Yao was a little flustered: "The gentleman in the town said that the evil creature is being suppressed by it and can't get out."
Mo Ran chuckled: "He must be really capable."
". . ." Chen Yao said, "Move, move, move!"
Chu Wanning remarked icily: "No need." After he said that, he raised his hand, and golden light glowed from his fingertips. Tianwen listened to his command and appeared in his palm. As soon as he flicked the willow vine, the headstone instantly shattered into pieces! Chu Wanning walked over expressionlessly. He stood on the pile of ruins, raised his palm again, and said in a deep voice: "What are you doing hiding in there? Get up!"
There was a strange noise underneath the earth, and suddenly, a 12-foot-high thick wooden coffin broke out of the ground. The sand and mud rained down and dust was flying everywhere.
Shi Mei exclaimed in surprise: "This coffin is surrounded by such evil energy!"
Chu Wanning said: "Stand back."
After that, with a backhand draw, Tianwen slashed across the welded red coffin. Golden sparks shot in all directions. After a few moments of silence, the coffin lid exploded with a bang. The billowing smoke dispersed and the thing inside it was revealed.
Lying in the coffin was a naked man with a straight nose and a handsome face. If it weren't for his pale skin, he would look like he was simply sleeping.
Mo Ran's eyes flicked down to what was under the man's waist: covering his eyes and said: "Oh, don't wear skimpy pants, you skunk."
Shi Mei: ". . ."
Chu Wanning: ". . ."
Chen Yao cried out: "Husband!" She moved forward to rush towards the coffin. Chu Wanning stretched out his hand to stop her. He raised an eyebrow and asked: "This is your husband?"
"Yes! It's my husband!" Chen Yao was devastated. "Why would he be here? He was already buried in the ancestral grave. He was also wearing much nicer funeral clothes. How could he. . ."
Halfway through speaking, the woman began to weep, pounding her chest, "How could this happen! How tragic - so awful! Husband. . . Husband!!"
Shi Mei sighed: "Madam Chen, please keep it together."
Chu Wanning and Mo Ran didn't pay attention to the crying woman. Chu Wanning was not good at comforting people, while Mo Burning was totally compassionless. They stared at the body in the coffin.
Since Mo Ran had lived through this in a previous life, nothing unfolding was a surprise to him, but he still needed to put on an appearance, so he touched his chin thoughtfully: "Shizun, something's wrong with the corpse."
Chu Wanning: "I know."
". . ."
What he had said was exactly what Chu Wanning had said during this conversation in his previous life. In this life, he wanted to use it to shock Chu Wanning. He did well, and yet he only threw out a simple "I know" as a result.
Shouldn't a shizun encourage his disciple to speak his mind and give him praise and reward??
Mo Ran pretended that he hadn't heard him say "I know", and continued: "This corpse has no signs of decay. It's been more than half a month since the accident. Based on the current climate, it should have festered and rotted. A layer of fluids should have built up in the coffin. That's the first strange thing."
Chu Wanning gave him a cold glare with a look of "Are you done fooling around?": ". . ."
"Secondly." Mo Ran was unmoved, continuing to recite Chu Wanning's words from the previous life to solve the puzzle. "Before the coffin was opened, the evil energy around the red coffin was dense, but after it was opened, it dissipated. And there's a minimal evil aura around the corpse, which is also very abnormal."
Chu Wanning: ". . ."
"Thirdly, did you find that from the moment the coffin was opened, there was a sweet smell in the air?"
The scent was so delicate, if you don't pay attention, you wouldn't notice it at all. When Mo Ran pointed it out, Shi Mei and Chen Yao realized that there really was a faint sweetness in the air.
Shi Mei: "Indeed."
Chen Yao's face changed when she smelled it, "This scent. . ."
Shi Mei: "Madam Chen, what's the matter?"
Chen Yao’s scared voice changed: "This scent is my mother-in-law's hundred butterfly fragrance powder!"
No one spoke for a while. The prophetic sign in the ancestral hall that read "Master Yang, Chen Sunshi" appeared in front of him again.
Shi Mei asked: ". . . Could Madam Chen really have done this?"
Mo Ran: "It doesn't look like that."
Chu Wanning: "No."
The two spoke almost at the same time and glanced at each other after speaking. Chu Wanning's face didn't waver: "You speak."
Mo Ran said nonchalantly: "As far as I know, the Chen family made a fortune and relied on the old lady's hundred butterfly fragrance powder. Although the powder's formula is a secret, the finished product isn't difficult to get. Five or six of ten girls in Caidie Town use this fragrance. Not only that, but we investigated before we came here. Mr. Chen himself seems to like his mother's butterfly fragrance powder very much, and he often mixes it in his bathwater so it’s not strange that he has this smell on his body, the strange thing is. . ."
He said, turning his head again to the naked man in the coffin.
"This person has been dead for half a month, and this fragrance smells like it was just applied. Am I right, Shizun?"
Chu Wanning: ". . ."
"Just praise me if I'm right."
Chu Wanning: "Mmm."
Mo Ran laughed: "What a waste of words."
He didn't have a chance to laugh again. Suddenly, his robe flew to the side, Chu Wanning pulled him back a few feet, the golden light of Tianwen in his hand was shining, dancing like flames.
"Watch out."
The smell of the butterfly fragrance powder in the air suddenly grew stronger. As the scent drifted away, a white mist appeared between the grass and trees, which began to diffuse at an alarming speed. Instantly, it turned the entire mountainside into a sea of mist, and all of a sudden, he couldn't even see the hand in front of his face!
Mo Ran's heart lurched.
An illusionary world appeared.
"Ah!!!" In the thick fog, the first thing that rang out was Chen Yao's screams, "Daoist Master, help—"
Before she finished the last word, everything went silent.
Chu Wanning's fingertips lit up with a blue gleam, and he slapped a tracking spell onto Mo Ran's forehead: "Be careful, I'll check it out."
After he spoke, he followed the voice and quickly disappeared into the thick fog.
Mo Ran touched his forehead and chuckled in a low voice: "Well, even the position of the spell is exactly the same as in my previous life. Chu Wanning, you really haven't changed a bit."
The fog came quickly and dispersed just as fast. It didn't take long for the fog to disappear without a trace. However, the scene in front of him was even more surprising than the fog. Mo Ran was really shocked, at least he was in his last life.
After the fog cleared, the originally desolate and overgrown mountainside had disappeared.
Instead, there was a vast and elegant garden, pavilions, waterfalls, curved corridors, rocky gardens and jade trees, and pebble paths as far as the eye could see.
Mo Ran took a look at the surroundings and immediately wanted to roll around in joy.
This rogue hooligan spent all day thinking about this illusion. In his previous life, they were similarly lost in it. First, Mo Ran ran into Shi Mei, and under the compulsion of the illusion, he kissed the other for the first and only time in his life.
It's a pity that Shi Mei was terribly frightened when it happened. He let go of Mo Ran, turned and ran away. He wasn't given the chance to take a second bite of the swan before it was taken off his plate, which was really unfortunate.
After the illusion was broken, Shi Mei never brought it up. The kiss in the illusion was treated as if it hadn't happened, and no one mentioned it again. Sometimes when he dreamt at night, Mo Ran wondered if he was obsessing too deeply over something he imagined.
But whether he imagined it or not, Mo Ran licked his lips. He thought this time he definitely wouldn't let Shi Mei run away from him that easy! One kiss wasn't enough!
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Dirt Crawlers
Look @darkeninganon , I beat you to writing the slug thing!!!! :)
(brain just randomly started thinking of story and I just decided to write it now before I lost motivation/inspiration)
Part 2->
TRIGGER WARNINGS: BUGS, FEAR, MENTION OF DEATH, FEELING SMALL, VERY GROSS DISCRETION
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Tommy watched Dream as he pushed the door to their hole in the ground open The younger Dirt Crawler was practically bouncing with excitement. Today was the day, finally Dream was taking him out on his first hunting trip. It was the perfect day for hunting as well, since it hadn't rained for weeks and was so bright and sunny out (as Tommy could tell from the blinding light coming through their burrow door) that there was no way it would rain; so there was no risk of them drowning in a puddle or getting dragged down to suffocate in mud. It was also the afternoon by now, judging by where the sun was, which meant almost no birds out hunting at all. Yeah, now would be the perfect time to get some food.
"You remember all the rules I told you, right?" Tommy was startled out of his thoughts by his older brother's voice.
"Yeah yeah yeah, I know I know!" The teen rolled his eyes. The rules had been drilled into him ever since he was a kid, ever since their parents were still around.
"Okay, so remember that we're only hunting aphids- no attacking ants, ladybugs, termites-"
"Mantises,"-He cut off Dream's words-"slugs- yeah yeah, I know boss man! We don't fight anything that isn't an aphid!!" Tommy climbed out of the burrow with that in mind. He already knows what happens if a Dirt Crawler tries to fight anything other than an aphid, he's been told the horror stories thousands of times. Ants will swarm you if you hurt one, ladybugs can headbutt trample and eat you, termites can take a limb off with one bite, and mantises- of Prime Tommy really does NOT want to think about fucking mantises.
"I'm just making sure-" Dream added as he climbed out to stand next to Tommy, kicking their burrow door closed behind himself. "I know how adventurous you can get at times and I don't want to risk anything." The elder puts a hand on Tommy's shoulder and looks into his baby brother's eyes seriously. The world is a dangerous place for someone only half an inch tall, and he wants to make sure his baby brother is safe.
"Stop worrying so much- I'm not gonna leave your side big man." Tommy smirks into their serious gaze and gives his brother a comforting pay on the shoulder, making them sigh with relief.
"Good- because I don't know what I'd do without your annoying voice." Dream jokes with a slightly forced chuckle and ruffles the teen's curly blond hair. Tommy only groans in annoyance and pushes his hand away, which only makes Dream let out another fond chuckle. "C'mon, we don't have all afternoon!" The elder doesn't give Tommy any time to fix their hair as he grabs their hand and pulls them off into the towering grass blades.
It's a few hours later when the two brothers find themselves watching from being blades of grass as several aphids hop around on the dirt, having called off of the grass after the two tiny people had shaken their plant homes with the help of a light breeze. Dream pulls out a small sword and turns to Tommy to make sure he's holding his own sword correctly. Once the eldest is sure the time is perfect, he gives a signal with his hand and both split- Dream running in from the right and Tommy from the left, both catching the tiny bugs off guard and using that to their advantage to slice off the heads of several before they can jump out of reach.
"You did it!" Dream smiles up at Tommy who himself is smiling proudly. They were running low on food, and now with Tommy's help, they're both sure to have more than enough aphids to last them for a week or more at least. "This should be good- you, did good Toms." The green clad Dirt Crawler walks over to his brother and ruffles their hair, and this time Tommy does not complain. "Now help me bag them up-"
"Yes sir!" Tommy gives a small thumbs up and starts to fill his sprig woven bag with the dead aphids as Dream does the same. It's all fine until one of the aphid bodies gets up and starts to limp away- Tommy missed it's head. "I'll get it!" He calls over to his brother, who gives a nod of acknowledgement before Tommy chases after the aphid, knowing he can easily catch and kill it since it can't jump.
Tommy doesn't notice anything suspicious as he approaches the injured aphid. He doesn't look around at his surroundings as he gets out his sword. He doesn't look up as he stabs the bug and finally kills it. He does however scream after looking up to see where the droplet of slime had come from on his sword after landing the killing blow.
Dream snaps his head up to attention, his eyes wide with fear for his Tommy as he looks to where they'd run off to- and he almost screams as well. "IT'S A SLUG!!!!" He's quick to run over and grab Tommy's arm and start to drag the petrified teen away before they can be eaten.
Tommy doesn't hesitate to follow Dream once he snaps out of his state of fear. As they run Tommy tries not to think about the humongous slimey being of pure squishy muscle, with four eyes that stared at him with nothing but hunger, and a large gaping mouth that was opening and closing, ready to eat it's lunch with the rows upon rows of tiny razor sharp teeth that could allow the disgusting giant to swallow him whole. Tommy shivers, yeah that's going to be haunting his nightmares- oh well at least slugs are slow, so he and Dream have plenty of time to run away…. Or so he thought, before suddenly his running is slowed significantly by something making him stick to the ground. The teen looks down, and sees he's stepped into a trail of familiar slime that has him now stuck where he stands.
"Dre- Dream!?" He yells to his older brother, who also finds himself slowed by the slime trail. Dream looks at his brother sadly, and grabs their arms before desperately trying to pull Tommy free as the slug approaches at a slow orgilating crawl towards them.
"Tommy- Tommy, look at me!" Dream said, keeping his voice firm, trying to give his baby brother something to focus on. "Don't look back- don't- d- don't look behind you. Just focus on me, we're going to get out of this." At least Tommy is close enough for Dream to pull them into a hug. He lets Tommy bury their face into his chest, letting them cry as he glares up at the omnivore that had successfully hunted them down on Tommy's first aphid gathering…
"I- I'm scared…" Tommy admits quietly, something they usually would never do, but Dream can understand in this situation: getting stuck while running from a slug is certain death for any and all Dirt Crawlers.
"I know… I know, but it's going to be okay, I promise…." Dream whispers softly and weaves his fingers into Tommy's soft golden curls, something that's always calmed them down, no matter how old. He hugs his small brother close, closing his eyes so he can savor one last moment with them…
BOOM-SQUELCH!!!
The sound is loud and disturbing to hear for the absolutely miniscule brothers, and they both open their eyes wide in surprise and fear of what happened. All that can run through Dream's head is that the slug must've been crushed by something, but what? A deer? A wolf maybe? Possibly even a skunk even if they aren't in this area? The only way to find out is to look up- and up- and up and up and up and-
"Fuck." Dream doesn't cuss often, but for this occasion it feels necessary.
"Wh- wha-" Tommy begins to ask but cuts off his own words as he feels all his breath leave him in fear, as he looks up too.
A giant. An actual giant. A person, thousands of times their size was standing right on top of where the slug had been only seconds before- and it seemed like they didn't even notice they'd crushed anything.
"Human…" Dream mutters quietly, remembering the word from a story their mom told him once before Tommy was born. Giants- humans- weren't supposed to be here. Dirt Crawlers almost never had to deal with humans… yet here one stood, having unintentionally saved the two brothers lives, and Dream realized in a moment how close they both were to that death dealing foot, and if the human hadn't seen the slug, then if they took another unfortunate step- "R- run- we need to run! Run!!" Dream shouts and starts to pull Tommy, and his brother quickly gets the message as they both pull themselves out of the slime to start running.
Dream doesn't let go of Tommy's hand the whole time as they both run as fast as they can, but it doesn't feel fast enough as every time Dream looks back the human looks just as close as they were before and- oh gods they were looking down at them. Dream pushes forward, trying to pull Tommy even faster with a feigned hope that maybe, just maybe they can at least get to the burrow in time and be safe until the human leaves-
Dream bounces back off of something hard and smooth, he can't see it but he can feel it. Tommy rushes forward to stand beside him and starts to bang on the invisible wall; it's a fruitless effort however as both know that anything used by humans is guaranteed to be too strong for either to break through. Only a few seconds later they feel gravity change and they're sliding down the wall, Dream grabs Tommy and hugs him, wanting to make sure that wherever they land his brother is safe more than anything. They eventually hit a bottom, made of another invisible wall- and as Dream looks up he meets two massive eyes, twice as big as himself, staring directly at him and his brother.
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SWITCHING POSITIONS ## akaashi keiji
doms and subs are overrated. it's hella fun being a switch and keiji couldn't agree more.
. tw smut, switch! akaashi, switch! reader, some baby girl and baby boy calling, mommy kink, sir kink, drunk sex, unprotected sex (dont try this at home), oral (m receiving), creampies, slight degradation . wc 3.8k
the night is young. as young a night gets for two college students after finals week. while countless people from different frat houses have already invited you to come to their year-end parties, you never really enjoy that scene. it's too much of an effort to dress and doll yourself up when, after such a stressful week, you just want to wind down and get drunk here in your dorm with your best friend.
plus, keiji tells way more compelling stories than boys you've encountered at parties and that's saying something, considering you had been drunk as a skunk but didn't find them funny at all.
yeah. offense.
right from the get-go, you figure he's never one for small talk but there's a fondness in his eyes when he talks about his days as a volleyball player. he becomes more loose-lipped, sharing to you memories of his teammates and games. you really didn't care whatever topic he chose to talk about, you just know you'll listen to him anyway. it's great listening to him talk with that comforting voice of his.
"you know," you lean your head back against the couch, cozying up in your hoodie. "maybe you should start a part-time job as a youtuber. you can be one of those people who do asmr videos or something." you chuckle, finding the random thought amusing.
"but i'm already on a full-ride. i don't think i need to get a part-time job," he lies comfy on your couch. one arm hanging, hands over the can of beer.
you sighed staring up at the ceiling. "lucky. it's hard maintaining grades when your professors are a bunch of snobby assholes who don't care about their students."
his knee nudges the back of your head lightly. "don't say that," he scolds. "that's bad. they're still your teachers."
always so polite.
just as you reach forward for another slice of pizza, akaashi speaks again, eyeing you thoughtfully. "well… maybe i can start an asmr channel and we can split the money i earn."
you laugh, torso turning around to face him. you bring the beer can up to offer a toast.
"see, this is why i love you, keiji."
after clicking his can with yours, you turn around to have a bite of your pizza — completely missing the red flush on his cheeks, thrown off-guard by the strong proclamation you just made, albeit he knows you probably meant it in a platonic way. he didn't know what to say next so he took another swig of his drink.
he doesn't know. really. what triggered him to look at you as something way more than a normal friend would. for someone so self-aware as him it's frustrating not knowing how and when his feelings for you even changed. because the only time he realized he was knee deep into liking you was when he was also at the brink of losing you.
which reminds him…
"what happened to that guy you were texting two weeks ago?" he asks.
"ah, him? he's too… what's the word, assertive? intrusive? i don't know — it's like he wants to monopolize my time. like he wants my whole world to revolve around him and it's… kinda creepy actually."
akaashi scoffs, sitting up to get a slice of pizza. "you guys were only talking for two weeks."
"i know! that's what i'm saying!" you say, hands wildly gesturing to and fro. he's afraid you might spill the beer. "like — dude. maybe it's either he needs to chill the fuck out or i'm just not into doms. or maybe he's a walking red flag."
he hums thoughtfully, slumping next to you on the floor before dusting his hands off from pizza crumbs. "he's a red flag. obviously."
"okay but random thought: doms are overrated," you reach forward to open another can of beer, thinking out loud. "subs too. i feel like it's kinda tiring being a top as much as it is being a bottom. being a switch, on the other hand, is like getting the best of both worlds and who wouldn't like that? it's some good hannah montana shit."
now akaashi keiji can't help but laugh at that. "are you drunk? how did our conversation end up this way even."
you bump his shoulder, laughing with him before drinking your beer. "oh, come on. humor me a little, keiji. think about it. i'm right. aren't i?"
"and how do you know?" he turns his head towards you. "have you been a top? or bottom —"
"i have," the smile you gave him sent butterflies to his stomach. "both. back in my all-girls high school. being a bottom's not too bad but… eh, still. i'd rather just be a switch. it's exhausting to top all the time."
"don't i know it," akaashi mutters under his breath. flashbacks of all those awkward and embarrassing endeavors filling his mind. "guys are always expected to top. it's like a stereotype. can't i just sit back sometimes and follow orders, too?"
he feels the heat crawling up his neck and it makes him shrug off his jacket, leaving him with the plain white shirt underneath.
"i can give you orders."
akaashi almost chokes on his beer.
"you literally just said it's exhausting to top."
you shrugged. "yeah, but — i mean, it is! it is but… you know."
he can see exactly how embarrassment is taking over your features and he wants to stop and move on from the conversation. he wants to. he should. but there's an inkling feeling inside him that doesn't because he wants to see how this unfolds. his heart is beating erratically and he can't take his eyes off you since that little comment you made.
"i'm sorry," you chuckle, a dismissive tone in your voice. "nevermind. anyway…"
akaashi shouldn't entertain his thoughts.
it's improper. you're his best friend. literally one of the few people who he's managed to befriend in college. he can't lose you. he can't risk being awkward with you. his not-so-platonic feelings for you should never get in the way of that. never. plus, you're both intoxicated right now and you were probably just kidding around. akaashi isn't that kind of guy. he respects you. he should dismiss the conversation but —
"then give me orders."
you froze. eyes widening as you stare at the forgotten netflix movie playing on your laptop, unable to look at the man sitting next to you. afraid of the weight of his stare. you didn't know why you blurted out whatever you did a few seconds ago but you never thought he'd entertain it. not that you mind, anyway. this is your best friend we're talking about. well-mannered akaashi keiji with the ocean eyes hiding behind those cute square glasses.
the akaashi keiji you've been crushing hard on since you saw him at the freshman orientation two years ago.
"would you… spread your legs for me?"
light rustling can be heard as the microfibers of his socks drag against the carpeted floor. just as you reach forward to push back the coffee table, akaashi beats you to it and does it for you. making sure to push it far so you won't accidentally hit your back on the edges.
with one smooth swing of your leg, you're sitting snug on his lap. the rough fabric of his jeans grazing your thighs as your hands tremble whilst dragging down the planes of his torso.
akaashi grabs your hands, stopping you.
"you look hesitant. you don't need to do this if you don't want to." his tone is low, understanding as always.
you look at him straight in the eye. leaning forward until your lips are all but grazing each other as you spoke. "i want to. i want you."
you dive down to start peppering kisses down his neck and you hear him let out a shaky sigh. you lick a stripe up the side of his neck before kissing the shell of his ear. "go on, keiji. you can touch me. don't you want to touch mommy?"
you feel him shudder, his dexterous fingers mapping random lines underneath your hoodie, slowly raking higher and higher until he's saying "mommy, please take it off" in low hushed tones. the blush in his cheeks prominent as he can't seem to stare at you in the eye. so cute. so submissive. so stupid thinking you'll let him undress you so easily.
"did i say you can take it off?" you hiss, reaching down to cup him from over his jeans and shoving his hands off you. "don't tell me baby boy is being bad, are you being bad? i thought my baby keiji's a good boy for his mommy."
"but… but i am a good —"
akaashi hisses, knees jolting when he feels you tracing circles on the insides of his thighs with the tip of your nails. for someone who just claimed they didn't like topping, you're doing an impeccable job at it and he doesn't know whether or not he loves it or hates it. when your sneaky little hands unbutton his jeans and teasingly pulls the zipper down, okay, no, he definitely loves it. the determined look in your eyes as you pin your gaze on his features, watching like a hawk at every furrow of his brow, of every sharp intake of breath, every time he throws his head back.
"if you're such a good boy why don't you strip for mommy, hm? won't my baby boy give me a show?" he can't take his eyes off you as you smile, sultry, leaning over to lick at his bottom lip as your ass slowly grinds against his jeans. how merciless you are, when you gave him a peck and pulled away. "go on. strip and sit on the couch."
blindly reaching around the coffee table, you grabbed whatever beer you can hold before raising it up to your lips and staring at him over the rim of the can as he throws his shirt off. you suck in a breath when his abdominals come into view. his torso lean and smooth, siding a little more on the petite size with a tiny waist. and you shamelessly check him out even more when he leans over and hooks his thumbs under his jeans, pushing it down.
you didn't speak until you saw the black waistband of his boxers.
"those, too."
he pauses, looking a little lost. "i'm sorry, what —"
"everything, baby boy. i want everything off… including those boxers. wanna see your dick throbbing. bet baby boy's already hard because mommy kissed his neck and gave him hickies, isn't he? bet you'll love it if mommy licks you all over, or when mommy rides her baby boy's cute thighs. would my baby keiji like that? would you? does my baby boy deserve it?"
damn were you good at this. the more you spoke the more it's making him ache and he wastes no time in shoving everything down. true to your words he was throbbing. the mushroom tip oozing precum and his dick standing tall. maybe it's the alcohol in his system or maybe it's the desire for you that he had kept locked away for so long, but akaashi can't bring it in himself to feel embarrassed. not when you're looking at him like you want to devour him whole.
the same bright eyes of his adventurous best friend who's stuck by his side since being wide-eyed first years in this huge university — he'll probably never see you in that same halo ever again, already tainted by the image of you now.
he sees you swallow, eyes never straying away from his girth and akaashi feels a little proud to have you looking star-struck. when you rise from your seat, his muscles tense in anticipation, staring at your hand as it slowly reaches forward — only to pause mid-air.
akaashi looks up at you questionably and he sees the unspoken question in your eyes, asking for his consent. and your baby boy's answer was instantaneous.
"please, mommy. touch me?"
the smile on your face was cocky. definitely cocky as your hand wraps around his girth, the other wrapping around his throat as you coo. "aw, how can i resist when you're asking so nicely? why don't you sit on the couch and i'll grant whatever my baby boy wants, hm?"
he mewls, leaning back on the couch and eyes you with lust. "like this, mommy?" he mutters, desperate. he even tilts his hips up a little to offer you a better view as you hum in approval, straddling his hips as you stroked his cock.
"such a good boy for mommy, aren't you? how pretty."
he hisses when he catches sight of you kneeling before him in between his legs, looking at him with the most captivating sultry gaze he's ever seen. "mommy's gonna give you a 'lil prep, yeah? so it won't hurt when i ride your dick, baby boy."
"yes, momm — ugh."
akaashi throws his head back when you finally wrap your lips around him. the image of your hollowed cheeks forever ingrained in his mind. his eyes fly close, focusing his attention on your swift tongue as it lies flat against the underside of his cock, taking him eagerly from the base to the tip. your tongue swirls around the head, sneakily poking around the hole where precum oozes out.
"mommy," he whines when your tongue travels back to his girth, tracing one of the prominent veins in his dick before your hand comes up to play with his balls. "mommy — shit. so good… feels so good…"
it urges you on, hands retracting to wrap around whatever your mouth couldn't cover. his back is arching and you suck him with fervor, eager to push him to the edge, to make him believe you're going to lick and play and suckle until he's creaming around your mouth — only to pull away at the last minute.
"no!" he moans, looking down at you desperately as you rise from your seat. "i was-i was gonna cum!"
you dismiss him easily with a wave of the hand, too busy shuffling out your clothes. maybe if you had the energy, you would've punished him a few rough spanks but you were far gone already. thoughts of that dick splitting you in half as you ride him consuming your mind like a plague.
akaashi groans when you hop onto the sofa and crash your lips on his. you never would've imagined kissing him this way. sloppy and wet and painfully induced with lust. the stretch is amazing, there was the lightest stinging sensation but was overridden by pleasure. he groans, pulling you close and peppering your shoulders with kisses.
you grabbed his shoulders and started bouncing on his lap in a slow, stimulating manner that made you feel every vein and curve of his cock as it deliciously drags against your walls. you hear him wine. you hear him talk about how it hurts and how he can't take it anymore. how he needs his mommy to move faster. faster, mommy. please fuck me faster. but you ignored him, so caught up in domspace to see the growing irritation in your baby boy's eyes. to see the sudden shift from clinging onto you so desperately to gripping possessively against the soft flesh of your sides.
the air was knocked out of your lungs when he slams you down on the sofa.
"you dare ignore me?" his face is passive, eyes cold and steely as he pinned you with a dark stare. "time's up. i think you got a tad bit carried away there, don't you agree?"
"want me to show you how it's done?" you shiver in excitement when he takes your wrists in one hand. his thighs flex as he gets on his knees before hooking your legs over his shoulder, thrusting his dick deeper into you. akaashi bends forward, a hand firmly gripping your face. "i want you to address me as 'sir' and nothing else, do i make myself clear?"
his low assertive tone so painfully attractive you clenched around him as he drills into you with vigor. akaashi chuckles, the low rumbles of his chest stimulating your perked nubs as it grazed against him with every thrust. "yeah, you like that? like it when i speak to you like this? ah, fuck you're so tight. you're pussy's practically choking my dick — look, fucking look, baby girl."
your head grazes his as you both watch his member disappear inside you, getting off at the lewd sight of the glistening sheen of your essence wrapped around his cock and the loud squelching noise it makes when he rams it into you again. you whimper, pulling akaashi down for a kiss as your ankles hook around his back, pulling him deeper as his pace quickens and his balls slap against your skin.
"see that? your pussy keeps sucking me back in. bet you're desperate for my cock, aren't you?" you never thought akaashi to be the type who's into talking dirty, you thought he was the gentle, vanilla type. but alcohol always brings around quite interesting things about a person after getting drunk.
you cling onto him for dear life as his hand reaches down to draw figure eights against your puffy clit, eliciting the most feral of moans from you that could rival that of pornstars. "sir," you shudder. "please, sir. please."
"please what?" he grabs your lower back, pulling your torso up to hit an angle that makes you see stars.
"please, let me cum! please."
akaashi clicks his tongue before raising a perfectly plucked eyebrow. "you didn't listen to me when i was the one begging, why should i listen to you?"
your hands wrap around his neck, sobbing against the crook of his neck by the sheer pleasure you felt. he can't understand your mindless babbling. all inside keiji's mind is the feel of your perked nipples grazing his chest and your plush walls wrapping around him so prettily. he never did it raw, having you as his first time doing it without a condom pushed him way over the edge than he wants to admit.
"be-because — ah — i didn't —"
akaashi hauls you up into a sitting position, arms wrapped around you securely as you straddle him. he yanks you away from his neck, a tight grip wrapped around your throat as he stares straight into your eyes as he fucks up into you, feeling his balls slap against your skin. "what? cock's that good you can't even speak?"
he feels your hips stutter as you sob, tiny hands wrapped around his wrists. you didn't even try bouncing and meeting his thrusts anymore. "sir, please! s'too much! wanna cum —"
"then fucking work for it," he stils his hips. "fuck me back, baby girl. come on. you said you wanted to ride me, didn't you? bet this is what you've been thinking about for the whole night. that's the only thing my baby girl's capable of right? thinking 'bout my cock and nothing else? such a dumb little baby."
your legs quivered and shook as you obliged and pulled yourself half way up, before meeting him halfway and impaling yourself back down his cock. the first time you did it had both of you whining, akaashi quickly threading his hands through your hair to yank your face towards him. he wants to imprint this memory into his mind. to be able to merely shut his eyes and be transported back to the night you both were intoxicated and you let him use your cunt like a fleshlight.
all sense of manners were thrown out the window as his ocean eyes memorized the way your eyes rolled back when he hits a sweet spot, the way your nose scrunches when the pleasure becomes overwhelming, the way the drool shamelessly trickles down the side of your lips as your tongue sticks out and he so badly wanted to spit but he didn't in fear of making you uncomfortable. everything. he wants to memorize everything.
"just a little more, pretty girl. you can do it. together, okay? cum before me and you'll fucking regret it."
he grabs you closer, burying your face in his neck and planting his feet firm on the ground as he pistons his cock into you. it's not the heat of your body, or your pretty cries, or the lewd sound of skin slapping that made him cum. no. it was your sheer desperation and vulnerability as you bit his shoulders and yelled at the top of your lungs.
"keiji!"
he pulled out at record speed and had made a mess on his torso but he was hardly able to register any of these. so fucked out and sated and content to have you sitting on his lap as he stares at your plain ceiling. he doesn't even realize you've dropped down to your knees and started lapping up the essence splayed on his torso until he felt the hot muscle of your tongue. "(y/n) —"
"what happened to baby girl?" you tease, a playful smile on your lips as you meet his eyes. "you were so into it, 'kaashi. you should've seen your face — well, i was… kinda into it too, anyway."
it took akaashi around three seconds for everything to finally sink in, to fully sober up and let the gears work in his head. the realization of what had gone down on your sofa, of the things he told you, brings about an embarrassment greater than anything he's ever felt in his entire life. suddenly, he's shoving you away from him and draping the discarded blanket around your naked form whilst politely looking away. then he quickly covers his soft dick with one of your throw pillows.
"oh, my god. i'm so sorry. this is a mistake — shit — i'm sorry! you see, i've liked you ever since and not as a friend and i swear i'm not the type to just —"
"keiji" you snap him out of it. "i like you too, okay? now don't go around saying it's a mistake or i'm going to throw you off the roof. do you want me to throw you off the roof? right. i don't think so. now, come on! get your sexy ass dressed, we're going somewhere."
"where... are we going?"
"i'm craving ice cream. so for our first date, buying ice cream at 2am!"
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