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mundoperla · 1 year

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Vincent Sinclair with a shy S/O

One day a bunch of teenage boys come and there openly flirting with her, while she did the job for Bo since there was no females to flirt with.

She came back to Vincent aggressively painting nude paintings of her in explicit positions something he’d never do because he was too shy. Catching her watching him, he finally did what he wanted to do out of anger

Sorry if it’s too much you don’t have to do nsfw if you don’t want too <3

HEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEGI

𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣.🔞

Vincent Sinclair x shy Fem!Reader

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— Despite your reserved shy nature, you’ve got someone who’s the exact same eating that act up behind the scenes.

⚠️‼️tws;; creepy ass dudes saying creepy ass things, brief mentions of violence, vinny boy having indecent thoughts abt you, p in v SEX👺, fingering kind of??, overstimulation, basement sex too ig u could call it

i want him so bad

Lester hand already let you and his brothers know another group was being directed to Ambrose so guests were expected at some point in the day. Bo had asked you to stay at the station while he went back to the house to retrieve a few things, you understood what to do and what to say, how to be even just the smallest bit comforting despite being aware of what was to come to the unfortunate few who were to step foot into the town.

The loud honking of a car horn had startled you from the mindless scrolling you were doing on your phone, looking up through the glass doors to see a group of boys roughly around college age in the vehicle. Two of them had gotten out and walked into the shop, the usual ask of a fan belt was brought up and you got to your fake search for one.

“ Are all the girls around here as fine as you are? “ one of them whistled at you, you could feel your stomach drop in disgust but you merely laughed it off and continued to stay on the subject of the fan belt they needed. Reluctantly trying to swerve into a different conversation just so that the comment could be forgotten.

“ Hey come on now, he asked you a question and you’re not gonna answer ? How ‘bout once we finish up fixin’ our car you come out with us ? ” The second one stood straight behind you, his eyes were glued to you which made your anxiety worse.

“ I don’t think so. There isn’t a fan belt here it looks like.. try the house further up the road, not that far of a walk from down here. Bo should have spares up there. ” at this point you just said fuck it to trying to remain calm, you were screaming on the inside looking for every excuse in the book to get these fuckers to piss off.

Despite your efforts, they kept insisting that you leave the town with them to go who knows where. The last three guys in the vehicle outside poking their heads out to gawk at you like the pair inside. You were exhausted, tired, and you wanted more than anything for them to leave.

But most importantly, you wanted to see Vincent.

You weren’t too sure where he was or what he was doing, you naturally felt too afraid to bother him whilst he could be working. But god damn did you need to see him right now.

Luckily for your sake, Bo had came back. He could tell by your body language that you were uncomfortable, giving you a look of what could almost be described as worried.

“ You can head out, Vincent’s probably in his lil’ cave. I’ll take it from here.”

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Vincent’s hands trembled as he hastily sketched onto the sketchbook he had flat on his desk. He felt sick at the thought of any of those men eyeing you down.

He wasn’t upset at you for anything that had transpired, he was upset that your timidness was turning him in at the most inconvenient time.

Bo had buzzed in to let Vincent know what had happened, to which Vincent was furious for but he also wanted to be there for you while it happened.

But of course, his mind wandered.

Would you cower if he made a bold comment towards you? Would you stutter on your words if he called you gorgeous? Would you do all of these while he made you writhe on his-

This was dirty.

Your shyness was always adorable to him, one of his favorite things about you to be exact. He couldn’t bring himself to tell you any of these raunchy thoughts so instead he uses his own abilities to get as close as possible to seeing you in your most vulnerable.

His head could only be filled with mental images of you in positions he couldn’t even name. His hands merely transfering it onto the paper in front of him, ripping each page of his sketchbook out onto the floor to later shove in a folder somewhere where nobody could ever see but him.

For fucks sake, now was an inappropriate time to be aroused. Yet his own desires persisted leaving him more frustrated than before. HE deserves you, HE’S the only one who should make you flustered and leave you stuttering. You understand this too dont you?

Would you still be shy if he had you stripped entirely for him on his bed? when he had you bent over his lap as he curled his fingers inside of you? Jesus the mess you’d make on him would drive him bat shit crazy. He’d completely shatter you in fromt of all of those men to show who you belonged to. He can’t stop this, god he needs you so terribly bad it hurts. Won’t you-

“ Vincent? ”

His head snapped to his left where you were standing. He didn’t hear you come down.

You picked up some of the sketches from the floor and stared at them, the same familiar blush creeping up on your cheeks the more you looked as well as scanning the page he was almost completed with. Vincent was relatively open with you about many things, but never with sexual topics out of fear you’d be disgusted.

All he could do was look at you, unsure of how to react by being caught drawing his own set of ‘material’ of just you. You’re equally as flustered as he is, however you’d be lying if you said you weren’t as turned on as he was.

You open your mouth to speak again but you’re immediately cut off as Vincent slams his sketchbook onto the floor and tosses you up on his table, hurrily moving his mask up to reveal only his lips to clash into your own. His calloused fingers are roaming your legs and all along your torso, everything is moving so fast you’re completely left with no room to cower. His mouth moves down from your jawline to your neck, further down as he begins to practically rip apart the shirt you were wearing, coincidentally it being one of his own.

“ Hey- H-hey Vincent! ”

Your words go through one of his ears and out the other one, he needs you now and he’s tired of waiting. He’s still pissed off from earlier, he needs to mark you, leave your brain scrambled so you can only think of him, let you and everyone else know who exactly it is you belong to. His long black hair drapes over his masked face, pooling through your fingers as you grab a handful of it whilst he continues to rip apart your clothing, leaving you completely bare on his table.

He’s struggling with his jeans to get them off him all whilst trying to scoot you closer to the edge. Once he’s fully put of his own garments he wastes no time inserting himself into you.

Vincent wont wait for you to adjust to his size, he’s rutting into you like a man possessed. His hands are squeezing your hips tightly, leaving deep purple bruises in their place. The mask still left his lips uncovered, enough for him to bite and kiss at your chest and shoulders.

It felt like the tip was battering the inside of your cervix, with every thrust it felt as if he was fucking all the air out of your lungs. There was only so much you could do in this position — let out one pathetic whine after the other as your boyfriend completely obliterated you.

Where can he cum first? your face? your stomach? your back? in your mouth? keep squeezing him the way you’re doing now and he’ll fill up your cunt with his load until he’s completely run dry.

Vincent purposely edges himself, he won’t let himself have his own release until he feels like you’ve had enough of your own.

You’ve came for him more times than you can count, your pussy feels so sensitive the more he rips another orgasm out of you. You’re well aware he’s enjoying the sight of his pelvis and his thighs covered in your juices.

All the pretty sounds you let out are his notion to keep going, flipping you on your stomach to have you bent over for him, one hand still firm on your hip whilst the other lands occasional slaps onto your ass. You’re gonna stay down here until he’s done.

Or at least until another buzz of the radio comes in.

“ Three on their way to you, last two’re at the house with me now. Be ready. ”

You can feel Vincent squeeze you ince more before pulling himself out of you begrudgingly. The sudden feeling of emptiness causing you to whine.

He wasn’t done yet. He had more to do with you.

Your hands manage to reach out to grab the sleeve of his jacket, pulling him in for another kiss. Despite his previous behavior this is what flustered him the most.

Putting your semi-torn clothing back onto you, he carries you over to the mattress he had settled in the corner of his workspace. He began to walk to tbe stairs to handle the guests that would be arriving soon, just before leaving he hears the ting of your voice;

“ When you get back let’s continue where we left off! ”

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#slasher imagines #slashers x reader #slasher x reader #slasher fanfiction #slasher smut #vincent sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair smut #house of wax fanfiction

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targaryenrealnessdarling · 9 months

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I’m Stuck! | Ettore Crackfic

Summary: Ettore happens upon you, completely stuck in the doors of the Box and will help you out on one condition | Word Count : 1.1k~ | Warnings below the cut~

A/N: you should all completely blame @ewanmitchellcrumbs for this bc this is...something man (but also loved that u peer pressured me into this). I’m not even gonna put my taglist here, saving you all cos truly idek what to say lol, this is going deep on the masterlist <3 ily

Warnings: terrible dialogue, porn-level sex, stuck!trope, ass slapping, p in v sex, creampie

Nobody told him that being stuck on a weird prison spaceship would make a man indecently horny 24/7.

The last few times Ettore had ventured down to the Box, it had been occupied. So he was made to wait to have a wank.

What decent man has to wait just to tug the flesh snake? he thinks, as he makes his way down the ladder, huffing a sigh, knowing that it’s likely to be occupied again.

He swings his arms as he walks towards the device nestled in the corner of the dark hallway, his eyes on his feet. It’s been probably a solid…few hours since he last had a tug, so he’s likely to be pent up again.

He stops right in his tracks when his eyes meet the funniest fucking thing he’s seen in a while.

It’s just a body without a head and shoulders, an ass poking out of the Box’s doors. He barely even recognises her without seeing her face, but her annoyed sounds give it away.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he laughs, probably the first genuine smile he’s cracked in a while.

Her hands struggle with the sides of the automated door that are pressed against her middle, “What does it fucking look like! I’m stuck, you idiot!”

A half-restrained chuckle leaves him, before it evolves into genuine hysterical laughter. The kind that makes tears cover his eyes and makes his stomach hurt.

"Will you shut the fuck up and help me?" She says, annoyed. He can imagine how embarrassed she must look, though he can’t see her face.

He wipes his eyes, composing himself, "You know what? I'm tempted not to. This is too funny"

She grunts annoyed, still trying to pull her top half free from the doors. God, it’d be so easy to help her. Push one button and the doors would open. It’s like those horrible pornos he used to watch where some girl would be stuck head first in a washing machine or something. And her ‘step-brother’ would happen upon her.

He bites his lip at the thought. And feels his dick get hard.

Maybe there was an alternative to the Box.

A more, fulfilling one.

She tenses up notably, when he presses his clothed erection against her ass, “That better not be what I think it is”

He laughs, “It’s certainly not a fucking rocket, I can tell you that”

She pushes her hips back in an attempt to make him go away, but it only encourages him further as he hooks his fingers under the waistband of her sweatpants.

“Hey, if you let me have some fun, I’ll help you out. Deal?” he says, taking advantage of the fact she can’t see the shit-eating grin on his face.

She huffs, annoyed at the situation she’s been put in.

Then again. Would it really be so bad? Ettore isn’t bad on the eyes. There are definitely worse prisoners to happen upon her in this horrendous scenario, she can’t complain much that it’s him.

“Fine” she huffs, “But no funny business”

He grins, “Funny is my middle name”

“Yeah right, somehow I doubt tha-ow!” she’s cut off her sentence as he pulls her sweatpants over her ass and delivers a wide firm slap to the skin there, “I didn’t say you could do that!”

“Too bad” he snickers, “Guess you can’t do anything about it”

He drags two digits through her folds, finding her already wet. He can feel how she tenses up at his touch and can imagine how she’s holding her lips between her teeth, to not give him the satisfaction of knowing she likes it.

“All this for me?” he grins.

“You wish. I just used the Box, you idiot”

He shrugs. A pussy is a pussy, he supposes. Better than his fist.

He plunges into her, filling her to the hilt with his cock and moaning loudly when he reaches her end, completely burying himself inside her. God when was the last time he fucked a woman? He genuinely couldn’t remember. There’s nothing quite like the feeling of a woman’s pussy, he thinks. And now he’s had another taste of it, he really doesn’t want to let it go.

But hey ho, he might as well have fun with it while he can.

With most of Ettore’s sexual knowledge coming from porn, unreliable mates and a…not so great past, he doesn’t really know how women work. Just put your cock in a move it around right? There’s supposed to be an orgasm involved somewhere as well, but like fuck if he knows how to do that.

If they can’t cum from that, how else are they meant to?

Oh well.

He fucks her quickly, he’s so beyond pent up and his hands venture higher to grip her waist underneath the shirt she’s wearing, pulling her body back onto his cock as quickly as he’s railing her.

He can’t deny, it does feel damn good to have a woman.

God, I sound like such a fucking virgin when I say that, he thinks.

Ew. Feelings. No. Back to fucking.

He can hear her small little whines and breaths echo into the Box, muffled somewhat by the door that is stuck around her ribs. And he can tell she’s trying not to be too loud.

Was this the elusive orgasm? She sounds like a bird in pain or something.

He feels his own orgasm creep up on him sooner than anticipated, having not wanked for a good few hours before this happened. So with a pitiful moan and the twitching of his hips, he cums deep inside her. He kind of hoped he wouldn’t cum too quick, partly because he was enjoying fucking her so much and also because he hopes she won’t make fun of him later for it.

After he’s done and all tuckered out, the poor thing, he pulls his softening cock out of her, mourning the loss of her warmth for a moment, before tucking himself away. He feels his heart going so fast in his chest he has to brace against a wall to keep himself standing, with his eyes closed, replaying what just happened in his head, keeping it for the wank bank later.

Almost so entranced he doesn’t realise that she’s turned her torso, so she can easily slide out of the door she was previously ‘stuck’ in, slipping out without so much as a complaint.

She smoothes down her clothes with a content sigh and pulls her sweatpants back up over her hips, using her palms to make sure her hair doesn’t look awry.

He looks at her, mouth open in shock, his dick still warm and his blood running cold. But she simply shrugs and gives him a smile.

“Thanks. Washing machine next time, yeah?” she says before turning on her heel and sauntering off, looking far too pleased with herself. She leaves Ettore utterly speechless in the hallway next to the Box, with the doors now shut without her stuck in them.

What. The. Fuck.

Next time?

It really is like those pornos.

dividers by firefly-graphics

#ettore x you #ettore high life #ettore crackfic #ettore smut #ettore x reader #ettore #ettore high life smut

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zhongyeet-me-to-the-moon · 2 years

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Omg Gorou in rut please!! Would really love to see u write it 😳

Ask and ye shall receive!

Pairing: Gorou x gn!reader (reader bottom tho so)

Type:bullets and story

Warnings: SMUT. Minors...kindly f off lol. Specific nsfw warnings under cut. Soft dom!top!Gorou, sub!bottom! Reader

No matter how many times I read over my work I will always miss typos/grammatical errors and I apologize

Specific nsfw warnings: , dry humping/clothed rubbing, needy Gorou is still needy top or bottom, eating out (reader recieving) teasing, slight exhibitionism but it's not the whole fic

Just like if he had heats, before you showed his ruts aren't as intense since he has no visual stimulation, he sees all his teammates as family.

When you first join though, he's all over you, even though he doesn't really realize it yet.

Longing looks, physically helping you adjust your stance or your bow work, his tail goes 100 mph when you thank him for the littlest thing. Looking for you to sit next to when eating, etc.

It's very obvious to everyone but him he has a thing for you.

He just likes being near you man, especially in the battlefield. He always tries to subtly find a way to be near you or your unit so he can come the second you're compromised, not that he doesn't trust your skills, just if they're is an incident he wants to be the first to help.

He's veryyy protective when you're injured, only let's the medic in and even then is watching them like a hawk when they need to touch you, slightly grimaces and tries not to growl when you twinge in pain.

Kokomi the only one woman enough to point out to gorou his actions (mainly cause everyone loves watching you tease him and him being too oblivious to get it.)

"You know, as long as it doesn't get in the way of the mission, dating isn't unallowed within the campus."

"O-Oh really? Was there anyone trying to get together? I do know that x and y were very close as of late, maybe I should pass that on to them."

G...gorou...hun..."

"Hm? Oh....oh"

Now he can't make eye contact with you, he's 20x more blushy when he does, any form of contact he immediately is apologizing for.

You gotta ask him out. That's all.

I think ruts are more frequent than heats, an every other month thing, unless they get physically get engaged with and they reciprocate.

Because of that it doesn't take long to need to have a conversation about it. He's still slightly embarrassed but its more of the general sex talk at the beginning of a relationship is always embarrassing. You just took it as he has a higher libido every other month and that it really wasn't a problem for you.

The war had finally ended. Everyone was in celebration mode, sending letters to family, having a party almost every night, making plans to leave, even for a little while for people who still want to stay in the army once the negotions are over. With all the happy morale of the army, and the busy planning of negotions with Kujou Sara, his didn't even realize it was "that time of the month". Once all the commotion died down and you two were left with cleaning duty, the. He noticed his thoughts towards you were more indecent than wholesome. And that with you having cleaning duty, it'd be at least a half an hour more till you could go back to your shared tent.

You were currently putting all the clean plates together to put back in the necessary tents storage. You offered to help clean everything up since you decided not to drink tonight, drinking multiple nights in a row was probably something you'd enjoy if you liked waking up with a hangover every morning. As you entered the tent, Gorou soon followed after.

"You need any help?"

"No I'm almost done, if you wanna go ahead to our tent thats ok." You didn't face him, currently trying to put the plates and utensils back on the necessary shelves. You didn't hear him leave though, instead after a pause you hear him shuffle closer to you and wrap his arms around your waist behind you. Gorou rested his head on your neck, snuggling closer to your shoulder. You just laugh at the rare pda and try to continue your work.

After a while though, and a need to walk back outside to grab the rest of the items, you started to notice that when you shuffled a bit back into him to turn left or right, his hips jerked a bit at the action, a whimper escaping his mouth that was so small you probably wouldn't have heard it if he wasn't so close to your ear. So to test your theory, you completely stopped. You picked up paperwork and started to check things off mindlessly to report that everything was being put back in place. After a minute or two Gorous whimpers became for frequent and heated, beginning to squirm a bit more against you till eventually you did notice the bulge pressing up against you.

"Gorou."

"Sorry."

You chuckled, putting down the paperwork and placing a hand in his hair, " You think you can wait 10 more minutes till we get back to the tent? " he whined, tightening his grip on you. So needy. You turn yourself around for your facing him now. "Its going to rain tonight Gorou. I need to put things back." The eyes he gave, sad and pleading, but he also knows as a general it wouldn't be right to go against procedures.

But fuck does he need you right now.

You sit him down on an empty box in the tent. "I have one more set of plates i need to put back. Then I'll be done." You kiss the side of his cheek, him leaning in and slightly tipping forward when you parted.

The tent the supplies were in didn't have a closing, just three walls and a roof. So Gorou watched as you squatted down to pick up the last box, placing a few stray items on top. He didn't realize he was palming himself from the outside.You didn't comment on it when you turned around, he still didn't notice he was doing it, just stared at you all love struck. You rolled your eyes and continued doing your work, a bit more frazzled now with the show your getting and silently thanking the archons no one was awake, or at the very least walking around at this hour. But it was fun shaking your hips more and siting more suggestively to give him a show, jumping a bit more clumsily when reaching for something so your ass and chest bounced a bit more than usual.

At some point his hand did go in his pants,tail twitching in discomfort of the clothes being in the way, some conscious part of him not completely wanting him to expose himself in public but still too deep in to stop himself. But since it was so quiet out. His soft pants and whines could still be heard in between the shuffling of plates and boxes. His hands weren't enough anymore, when you were finally done his eyes had compelletly glazed over, pumping fervently into himself and whiney voice slowly getting louder as he stopped caring about his surroundings. When you stood in front of him he couldn't stop his hand tugging you down into a kiss. It was sloppy, fervent, needy. Removing his other hand to the small of your back to get you as close him as possible. A gasp leaving him shaking with the first rub against you.

You leave the kiss, him trailing forward to continue it but you put your hand up to his lips. "Let's go to our tent love." Gorou didn't hesitate to try grab your hand and rush you back, you giggling in tow.

The second the tent closed behind you two he was grabbing your face again. The kiss more heated than before, tongue immediately slipping in and crashing into the cot below. Removing each others clothes in between, Gorou started kissing your necks,leaving marks in the process, small bites that left you moaning, squeezes to your chest to try and ground himself to the situation. He kept trailing lower and lower till eventually he's at your entrance. Leaving cute kisses before quickly sticking his tongue in, whining in complaint as the angle wasn't so good till eventually he flips you over himself. You gasp a bit at his forewardness but didn't deny him it, it felt too good anyways.

In between you can hear soft "so pretty." "So perfect." With how much he was drooling you were plenty ready, he just got so lost he didn't realize it till you were beginning to tighten due to cumming. "Ah! G-gorou." He was gonna keep going, bringing you to overstimulation in your aftermath if you didn't make a sound.

He slowly got up, eyes still hazy as you turned over, situating yourself in his lap. Kissing his chest, putting one cute nub in your lip while you rubbed the other, slowing moving your hips up and down against him. "My good boy." A yelp came out as you bit down on his nipple, his hands instinctively going to your shoulders but making no move to push you way, you could feel his dick twitch against you with each bite or compliment in between.

Eventually you raise yourself, situating your entrance right above gorou, his eyes glued on yours, so in love, so expectant. When you finally lowered to enter you, if you thought he was was letting loose before you were wrong.

You took the reigns for a bit, him too stimulated to jerk his hips in a solid rhythm, eventually he gets his barring though and you're immediately turned onto your stomache again. Like he was holding back this entire time his thrusts are ruff, he's leaning close enough you can hear small growls escape his lips in-between moans.

It doesn't take long for you both to get close again, Gorou was holding back for so long and you still coming down from your first it always seemed the first time was quick.

Gorou slowed, doing a few for deep,hard thrust.

"Y/n...ugh. im-"

"Me to love"

He thrusted a few more times, till eventually he leaned fully flush to your back, one arm wrapping around your waist to get you as close as possible, groaning loud In your ear as you both reach completion.

You both collapsed together,him pulling out but not getting off of your back. Both just gasping in the aftermath as he rested his head next to yours, taking in your sent, wiping the sweat soaked hair out of your eyes. He always tries to be soft after, and he is. But when he's like this it doesn't take much squirming from you underhim to start getting hard again, his still head more fervently leaning himself into your neck till there's no room left between but he's still pushing.

You laugh, turning over so you're on your back and he's resting his head on your chest, petting his head as he started biting your neck again.

It was going to be a long night.

#gorou x reader #gorou smut #genshin impact smut #genshin x reader

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hrryshoney · 13 days

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tennis girlie and matty maybe developing a reputation for pushing the limits with pda and indecency at events 🤭

that comment u made about the edits had me THINKIN

oh u get me badly!!! yea i feel even if girlie tries to stray away from the narrative, even she knows that they are very much On Top of eachother at like, all times. (this is like, the first Actual written blurb that we have gotten for them so kinda cool)

When Matty immediately lifts you into his arms after a game, you think nothing of it. He’s a supportive boyfriend, he’s there for you, after all. When Matty pours water into your mouth during your break, you chalk it up to him being a boy. And when he’s always tugging on your skirt and ponytail? Well, he’s just affectionate.

And when announcers bring it up during your matches? You think they’re trying to take the spotlight away from you. Though your boyfriend is very much in the spotlight too, do they have to bring it up at every game? Or when you accompany Matty to one of his award ceremonies with the guys, and his hand always lingers on your waist. The paparazzi always catching you two in less than ideal moments, lips always locked. How most of the pictures from The Brits Red Carpet are just you and Matty hanging off of each other, his lips planted on your cheek. When Matty sends you back to the court with a kiss on your lips and a firm smack on your ass.

So, yeah. Maybe you two are always on top of each other. But so what? It’s not hurting anyone, certainly. There’s proof enough when Matty grinds his hips into yours at one of his after parties, or after your match. When you win a game and he pulls you in for a bruising kiss, or when The Band wins an award and you’re giggling in his lap for the rest of the night.

Or when the cameras catch you in a slightly compromising position, what appears to be Matty’s hand trailing up your skirt, his mouth attached to your neck, and your head thrown back. Even worse, you remember the night vividly. “Fuck, baby. So ready for me, should take you right here, huh?”

The embarrassment that floods your face when you see the photos in the morning barely diminishes when your boyfriend grins wolfishly. A sly comment about how they ‘got a free show.’ And how he would, ‘be taking pictures of you, too. Fuckin’ look at ya.’ You forget most of your embarrassment when he drags you to the bed, buries his head in your thighs and tells you that you can be loud as you want, he wants you to let go. How nobody else is watching, ‘unless you’re into that, babe.’

The edits, of course. They’re inevitable, with how often you two are on camera in your public lives. The first one you’d see if because Matty posts it on his story, a video of you, most likely, yelling at someone during a match. A stupid caption of something like ‘Me when?’ that causes you to giggle and reply to the story. The next time you see him, his for you page is practically just videos of you, or you and him. He loves it, funnily enough. You can’t lie and say you don’t.

Tabloids that come out about the both of you, phrases like ‘heavy petting’ and the ‘royalties of PDA’ that only make you both laugh. Attending an event with him, and when the camera pans to you both a silly graphic comes up that says ‘kiss cam’, and Matty practically smashes his face into yours. When introductions are being made by announcers, and as the camera skims past Matty in the crowd, one of them makes a comment on how they managed to ‘pry the two of you apart for your match.’

But you love every second of it.

#tennis!reader #like a full blurb abt them frl awwww my babes #can’t wait for them

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diluclover300 · 2 months

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Just One Week (5)

Gojo Satoru x Female Reader

CHAPTER INDEX:

I H8 U

My Kinda Fun

Balance

{S] Awake

Eggs and Rice

Wait, but I'm broke

Couple's Discount

CHAPTER 5: Eggs and Rice

also posted on my ao3 account: diluclover300

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It's the crack of dawn, and Satoru hasn't been able to sleep ever since he's committed such a heinous, indecent act of jerking off on your beloved couch.

The birds chirp and yap outside the windows of your kitchen and he's finally defeated. He won't try to fall asleep anymore, it's already set in stone that he can't, that he won't be able to. Even if his eyes roll out of their sockets.

Anyway, he was able to clean up after himself last night, like any decent guest would, and he's even put the blanket up for washing. Great, he's washing away his guilt.

With a slight stretch, and a large frown at his dirtied blindfold, Satoru shoves his sunglasses on instead. It's what he's decided on wearing from now on, because there's no way he's using a pair of sunglasses as a way to satisfy his sexual desires.

Never again, he decides, swears to himself as he carefully roams down the halls of your cozy apartment. He will never jerk off to the thought of his beloved childhood friend again. It was in the heat of the moment, he was just horny and now he won't ever do it again. Never.

Speaking of you, he peeks through the crack of your door, and of course, you're still sound asleep. It's five in the morning, so he plans on waking you up at six instead. It's his way of apologizing for, well, fantasizing about his wonderful, erm... friend– host.

Right. You hate him so you're not exactly friends. He foolishly forgets that your friendship is currently one-sided, and it sort of hurts, however, he'll entertain your hatred if it makes you feel better about the life that you lived now.

That nine-to-five office job, the rotting in your bed after work lifestyle. You say it brings you peace. Tranquility.

Though, he wonders if it's true. If you actually love what you're doing, if you're happy about the choices you've made. Was that office job really doing such wonders for you?

It looks as to him that you haven't slept in years with the way you curl up against your bed, clenching onto your blanket with all the strength you can muster.

That glum expression on your face which seems to fall on your features quite often has vanished in your slumber.

Your eyelashes touch the bottom of your eyelids, and you take in soft breathes from your slightly parted lips, still dressed in the same, sweaty clothes from yesterday.

Maybe he would've helped you change. If the idea itself wasn't so thought-provoking. He'll put it in decent terms.

Besides that, the sight is a bit endearing. You act all put together, but really, you get like this too. Those light gray stains of sweat underneath your armpits, showing that you've worked way too hard yesterday. The frizz of your hair, how it covers your features and gets in the way of your steady breaths. Your swollen feet and bunched up toes, probably due to the fact that those black flats were probably awful to walk in with zero support whatsoever.

Oh, and then there's also the food stains riddling on your shirt and lips. That was because he was trying to feed you an egg sandwich from those insanely cheap vending machines, but you kept acting like a slob. Next time, he'll make sure to buy a bib along with those bouquet of flowers if he decides to make a surprise visit ever again. It was a little embarrassing to watch.

You let out a small sigh, interrupting his very long, unusually slow train of thought.

He should get going now. There was no reason for him to be lounging around in your room. You'd hate it.

Nonetheless, when he turns to step out of your room, you mumble in your sleep for the millionth time, and without fail, he falls for it as he freezes in his tracks.

It's a tired groan, then you say, "Gojo, it hurts."

There you go again. He sighs.

He'll let you wake up on your own accord.

...

You feel like shit as the sun begins to blind you from the windows.

Your lips open and then close, tasting your unwashed tongue, licking your dry lips as your sweaty skin dampens along your tight shirt. You're disgusting, stained the pillow besides you with dried up drool.

When you roll around in bed, glancing to the clock next to you, your eyes widen. It's six thirty, you're about an hour late to your job.

An hour late. Something you've never done.

Your hands scramble across your nightstand for your belongings before you get a whiff of your damp armpits.

Shit. You're foul, in desperate need for a shower.

Without much thought, you grab a pair of black slacks and another button up white shirt. Holding it to your nose, you decide it's clean enough before you rush into the bathroom, deciding to use the jacket wrapped around your waist as a blazer.

...

You rush down the halls of your house, a backpack slung on one of your shoulders as you stuff your phone into your pocket.

"Shit." You glance at your watch, over and over as if you're hallucinating. It is seven in the morning. Now you're an hour and a half late.

I'm so screwed.

You dash to the kitchen as your stomach caves in and growls, suddenly met with the smell of fresh rice and eggs.

You hear a bit of whistling, so you search for the source, and when it dawns on you, when you trace the source, it's–

White hair, black uniform, round sunglasses...

Hey. Was it just you, or do you so not remember inviting your arch nemesis over for breakfast?

"Oh, you're up? Already?" You must be seeing things, because there was no way in hell you would actually invite Gojo Satoru over. There was no way you'd be in a six feet radius within him. Impossible.

As your backpack falls onto the floor, you try to jog your memory. Retracing your memories from yesterday, you clearly remember getting your ass beaten on some rooftop.

Oh, yeah. You remember now. This was your fault. If you hadn't lost that fight then he wouldn't be here right now.

Your legs, which you haven't taken note of until now, are throbbing in sheer pain.

"Good morning." He smiles, damn cheeky as he does with a sickening, sweet voice. You pinch yourself to make sure this isn't some kind of nightmare. "I made breakfast."

No, you have unfortunately remembered things correctly.

If only you had won last night. Then you wouldn't have to watch as Gojo Satoru smiles at you with every fiber of his being, as if his presence doesn't make you feel sick to your stomach.

"Morning." You grumble, the aches in your body more prominent when you recall those unflattering memories of last night.

He's sporting one of your aprons, damn it, and he places a prim and proper plate onto your small, old dinner table before taking the cloth right off of him.

"Eat up, we have so many things to do today, yeah?" He clatters two pairs of chopsticks onto the table before he sits down to eat.

"I.. uh–"

It's a plate of rice with an omelette over it, like one of those videos you've seen on social media. Except it's got a smiley face of ketchup drawn on the top of it.

You watch with a frown as Gojo takes a nice bite of egg and rice, lazily holding his chopsticks in the air. Soon enough, he stares right back at you, raising an eyebrow.

"What're you wearing?" He swallows, cheek pressed against his hand as he studies your figure.

It's the same kind of shirt from yesterday, although new, but you're wearing dress pants instead of a skirt. How professional, you look like a prim and proper employee.

"I thought I was going to work, but then I remembered that you..." A long sigh, one of mental and physical exhaustion. "You were here."

Satoru kind of misses the skirt, though, and the way his jacket from yesterday was wrapped around it. Now you're holding it in-between your arms, cradling it like a baby.

"Is that my jacket?" His own, rather special memories of last night waltz in, and he clears his throat. "It doesn't suit you."

"As if, why would I have your jacket?" You scoff, looking down at the article of clothing, then the short-sleeved black shirt he's currently wearing. "That's ridiculous."

Okay, maybe he wasn't wearing just a shirt yesterday, but you sure as hell weren't holding his jacket right?

Right?

"Hm." He pokes at his food, scraping another grain of rice off his plate. "Oh, I must be..."

He doesn't know why he's just letting you hold it. He feels bare without the thing, like a part of his soul has been ripped out of him.

"I must be remembering things wrong.." A lie. That's his jacket, he's wrapped it around you right as you passed out. He's just letting you have it.

"Okay." Thank God, it wasn't his.

Without realizing it, you let out a deep, prolonged sigh of relief before folding up your make-shift blazer and hanging it onto the back of your designated chair. For a second, you almost thought that you were going to be late for work, but no, you vaguely remember calling your boss last night before Gojo did his ceremonial forehead flick. Only then did he let you regain consciousness, and that was only for the purpose of burdening you.

Instead of working a nine-to-five, you were some kind of pretend-play, unpaid tour guide. Gojo's personal tour guide. What a complete and utter nightmare. It gives you goosebumps.

You reluctantly sit down, convinced by the smell of the food, even though you're eyeing it like it's rat poison.

Grabbing your chopsticks, Satoru tries to fight off the tug of his lip when you stab into the center of the Omelette. Talk about violent. Then you stubbornly ate, shoving rice and eggs down your throat as if you were being forced to eat. It's a sight he hasn't seen in five years. Seeing you eat was weirdly euphoric. He guesses he'll have to grow used to that. You know, since he'll be eating at least twenty-one meals with you over the course of the week. He did the math.

Fine. You don't want to say it out loud and you never will, but the man could cook. Rice and eggs at least. Gojo Satoru could do the bare minimum. It's a secret you'll take to the grave.

Satoru blinks. He's sort of in awe. You eat well, sort of fast too. It doesn't even take another minute before you're patting your lips clean, plate as white as he first saw it in the cupboard.

"So? Did you like–"

"How did you find my address?" Oh? Nice save, you think to yourself. You're able to avoid the question you desperately do not want to answer by interrupting with a question of your own.

Gojo sighs, placing his chopsticks down on his plate. You don't beat around the bush, he realizes as he folds his legs underneath the table. And you won't let him hear what he wants to hear. You're cruel.

"The Internet." He shrugs, pulling out his phone to further prove his point. There was nothing on the screen but your reflection. "I did my research."

You roll your eyes. Yeah, right, as if anyone could ever find your address on the Internet.

"Okay. What about my workplace?"

It's question after question with you. You're one curious girl, he'll give you that.

"Same thing. You have that LinkedIn page." He folds his arms, phone resting on the table.

Fair. That was plausible. You were job hunting a lot back in the day.

"Anything else you'd like to ask?" Gojo Satoru says as he gets up from the table, fetching yours and his plate. He can't believe he's just letting you push him around like this. He's the star of the show after all, your respected guest whether you liked it or not. "You seem awfully curious about what I've been up to."

Ha. Curious? You were curious about Gojo Satoru?

"You're just imagining it. I could care less." Your lips tug downward at the thought.

"It's I couldn't care less, but..."

Gojo pauses as he grabs your plate, stopping to lean in your face and taunt.

"... I guess you really do mean what you're saying."

Your eyebrows furrow, an appalled look slapping onto your rather deadpan expression.

"W...what does that mean?"

No answer. You're left basking in your own humiliation as he walks off into the kitchen. He's got you good, and you absolutely despise being left speechless, mind scrambling for something to shoot back at him, like you're just now learning how to aim your gun.

Gojo whistles to himself as he turns on the water of your kitchen's faucet. It's a loud sound as it rains down on your own overdue pile of dishes from last week.

The splashes and inconsistencies of the water's sound cause you to snap up from your seat, remembering that you so don't want him to see how disgustingly lazy you've been without anyone around to shame you for it.

"Hey..." His eyes widen at the absolute eyesore, pausing to turn back at you. "Why is there–"

"Shut up, okay?" You huff out, almost bumping into him as you reached over him.

"Okay. My lips are shut."

Huh? When did you get so close? He wonders as your shoulders brush against each other, the cloth of your arm grazing the warmth of his skin. It's been a while since he's felt this. A long while, he thinks as he looks down at you, the sunlight from the blinds shining onto the skin of your face, then your eyes and eyelashes.

The breath he was about to take in stops, every second becoming slower than the last.

Hm? What's this? What's this feeling?

He can't bring himself to make a single sound. Why was he listening to you?

What's wrong with him? You're just standing there, searching in the drawers besides him. You're not doing anything else, other than scrunching your eyebrows together and mumbling something to yourself. So why couldn't he just breathe? Why?

Satoru feels a bit unlike himself.

"Move." You sigh, trying to swallow down the embarrassment as you force your silicone dishwashing gloves down your wrists. "I'll do it, they're mine–"

"Ah, really? Thanks." He backs up almost immediately, holding back a sigh of relief, but masking it with a smile. "You do that then, I'll, uh..."

"I'm gonna go wash up, yeah?"

Wait, is he going to use your shower? You haven't picked up your pile of clothes yet–

"Hey, wait, I..."

Your voice trails off as you watch him scurry off into the hallway, realizing that you've fallen for another one of his sneaky tricks. The man's done it on purpose, so that you're the one stuck doing your own dishes.

You look at the mountain of plates and pots, the image already making your back and shoulders ache. Immediate dread follows.

Damn it, you're acting like his servant already, and the day has barely started.

...

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dragonotaku-justineverything · 1 year

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How far do Whitley and Willow go in their loving relationship? Do they go into 2nd base or do they just stay at oral fornication?

WARNING!!!

Small Willow x Whitley ask ahead.

Willow took a deep inhale through her nose. She was sitting down and was about to take a sip of her drink, water not wine, and now was being bothered while trying to enjoy herself. "Well I don't see where it became something you should concern yourselves with, but we go as far as my Whitley would like. I told him any questions or desires he would like to experience or learn about, I would gladly help with my body~." Willow finished taking that sip of water as she reminisced about some of the certain things she'd already help him experience and learn about.

----Roleplay----

Willow was dressed up as a very sexy business woman, wearing a black pencil skirt and a light blue blouse that was unbuttoned very far down under her black suit and showing off a very gracious amount of cleavage as well as her black lacy lingerie bra underneath. "Oh Mr. Schnee, please don't show my boss those pictures. I know he's your father, but I'm very sorry for what I did."

Whitely cleared his throat as he sat at 'his desk' in front of the 'new hire'. He nervously twiddled his hands in front of him before settling for just crossing his arms over his chest. "I-I don't know, that was very indecent for you to pleasure yourself while on the clock."

Willow crawled onto 'Mr. Schnee's' desk, giving the young man a perfect look down her blouse and seeing just how well her bra pushed up her boobs and pressed them together to make her cleavage look incredible. "Please sir, I'll do anything to not to get fired." Willow pulled the top of her bra down just enough to flash her nipple at him. "Anything at all~."

Whitley was stuck just staring down at her chest for a bit longer than he meant to. He finally snapped back to the scene when his mother playfully cleared her throat. "W-well, since you seem to be so willing to make up for your.... u-uuuh.... t-transgressions, I think we can work s-something out for you to stay."

Whitley stood up and shakingly began undoing his belt before pulling down his pants and underwear, letting his cock spring out at full attention. "If you want to stay, l-lets see if you're good at... uh... um... c-can we drop this acting and just have sex mother?"

Willow smiled and climbed down off the desk in front of her son. He had seemed a bit overwhelmed with the whole charade, even though he had seemed interested in the idea after watching something on the internet. But he did ask nicely. Willow gently pushed Whitley back down into his large chair and quickly mounted him, straddling his lap. She reached down and slowly unzipped her pencil skirt, the sound of it being undone filled the silence between the two of them. The sound seemed to last an eternity to Whitley. Finally, the zipper ran out of track and the fabric fell off of Willow's hips. It slid off the chair to the ground, and Whitley was surprised to find out that his mother had not been wearing any undergarments to match her bra during their charade as he immediately saw her bare pussy.

Willow raised her body up a bit and placed her hands on Whitley's shoulders. She patted his cheek lightly and got him to look up to her. They stared into each other's eyes for a few seconds before Willow suddenly dropped down and took Whitley's cock into her pussy.

Whitley's head was thrown back and a long drawn out moan as his mother began riding him. Willow happily rocked in his lap, all while chalking up roleplay to a loss for now. However, the outfit had definitely seemed to be a win for her boy~. 'Maybe I should hint at cosplay around Whitley next~?'

----Titfucks and dirty talk----

"Mother!"

"Oh dear sweet Whitley~! Fuck my boobs faster! Wait, you wanted me to say my tits! Fuck my tits sweetie~! As fast as you want! Pump your cock faster between my tits~!"

"Mother! They so soft! I-I-I'm gonna! Hhhuuuuaaaa!"

Willow moaned as her son's cock erupted between her large, soft, and well lubricated breasts. Her son's cum shot up all the way onto her face. The warmth of it felt splendid~! And Whitely's exhausted and spent panting as he had to steady himself with a hand on his mother's head as he almost collapsed from standing in front of her was simply adorable~.

Whitley definitely seemed to be a fan of titfucks and dirty talk, so those were something that she'd definitely be using later for him.

----Face fucking----

"Huk! Huk! Guk!"

It had been a rather rough day for Whitely with the SDC, many things going wrong with dust packaging, distribution to shops, and employee mistakes that he had to correct. So Willow had decided to suggest one of the more "aggressive" sexual curiosities to help alleviate some of his stress. She had led him to her bed chamber, sat down on the ground while resting back against the side of her bed, and quickly explained her idea to him.

That being he gets to just absolutely use her mouth and throat as much as he wants with his cock to climax. She'd take any amount of roughness or speed he wanted to push his cock into her mouth with.

Whitley hadn't been too sure about it at first, but then his mother had opened her mouth slowly and left it open, inviting him to go ahead with a few flicks of her tongue. And he had.

Now they had somehow ended up completely on Willow's bed, with Willow laying down on her back and Whitley humping down into her mouth rapidly. His earlier reservations completely dissolved as he pounded his mother's mouth. His cock slid in and out of her lips that were wrapped tightly around his shaft as he slid it in and out of her. She even felt it hitting the back of her throat!

Willow's eyes might have been watering but she was nowhere close to being uncomfortable. Quite the contrary, she found Whitley's sudden aggressiveness with her quite exciting. She'd even started rubbing her pussy furiously, she'd gotten so aroused.

"Guhk guhk guuugk!"

Whitley's thrusting picked up intensely, and so did Willow's gagging. Spittle was splattering all over Willow's face and Whitley's pelvis. "Mmg mmg mggMGgmgMGGMGGGUUUG!" Whitley stopped for a second, only to regrip his mother's hair below him in a tight grip and pulled her head up. At the same time, he thrust down hard and absolutely buried his cock down her throat as he came. "MMMMmmmmm~!!!" Willow's surprised muffled yelp quickly faded into a moan. Her eyes became half lidded as she felt the wonderful feeling of ropes of cum being shot down her throat. She could practically feel both the warmth and thickness shoot all the way down into her stomach.

Fucking his mother face like his own personal toy was definitely something that Whitley was a fan of. And so was she~.

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Willow shivered ever so slightly at the memories. "So yes, I do believe we have reached that so-called 'second base' you referred to, not that it's any of your business." Willow shifted in her seat and her breath hitched a little. She grinned and reached a hand down to her lap. Her hand rested on a head of short, white hair. The hair of her son's head, which was between her legs as he was licking away at her pussy under her skirt~. "Wouldn't you agree, dear?"

Whitley pulled his head back at hearing his mother ask him a question. He took a few breaths before nodding. "Yes mother." No more words came out of Whitley's mouth as he went back to eating Willow out, shocking Willow to suddenly let out a gasp as his tongue found the right spot immediately after diving back into her cunt.

"H-hah! G-good boy honey. You're such a good boy to me~." Willow leaned back in her chair and let her son work away. She was going to assume that he was just as big a fan of giving oral sex as he was of receiving it with how enthusiastic he seemed.

As well as being praised~.

#rwby #whitley schnee #willow schnee #whitley x willow #ask #non sfw #lemon #anonymous #warning

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artoni-arts · 2 years

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sparks in the ashes; chapter 7

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@tiesthatbind-tf verse, quintesson-era [late 1920s]

CW; more happy fun time humans-as-lab-rats! Some VERY VAGUE allusions to sexual servitude. This chapter is meant to be disturbing not just from the circumstances, but by the way people adapt to circumstances; up to, including, and past Stockholm Syndrome. The following chapters will be similar but I will continue to warn for specifics.

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Victor awoke in a bed.

It wasn't his own, but it was soft and comfortable, and he instinctively turned over to try and go back to sleep. A moment later, though, and his eyes shot open with a bright glow as he processed this was not his bed, he didn't even remember going to sleep, he was-

-still in the Spire?

He pushed himself up, the softest sheets he'd ever known falling away from him as he stared wide-eyed at the…walls? Curtains? Partitions that surrounded the small space. There wasn't much in here other than the bed, and as he looked around, then up…

Quintesson warbling confirmed that he was very, very much still in the Spire. He met the gaze of one peering down at him, only for it to turn and- another become visible? It seemed practically delighted, clapping some of its tentacles together as he gripped the sheets tightly but remained silent.

[Good morning!- that is what you say, is it not?]

He'd never been greeted by a Quintesson before, and he blinked in dumb surprise before realizing that he was expected to answer. "Ah- something like that," he agreed, not thinking it wise to correct it to 'evening'. Either way, the Quintesson seemed all the more pleased, and as he watched, it turned again. With a jolt of realization, Victor understood that the two faces he had seen belonged to the same creature.

[Forgive our enthusiasm,] the first one he'd seen said with a spread of its arms-tentacles. [It has merely been some time since we received a subject with such potential. You are comfortable, yes?] Victor nodded, still reeling as the second voice spoke from its other side-

[-we should hope so, only the finest for our experiments, the others can be as sloppy as they want-]

[-oh, enough, you're scaring the poor thing. Come out, little human, whenever you're ready. We'll have one of the pets prepare you some food.]

He'd never be ready, but Victor nodded again, looking down at himself and realizing he'd been dressed in strange clothes. Enough to cover his modesty, but somewhat flimsy compared to what he was used to wearing - no reassuring weight of an armored coat, here. Resisting the urge to drape the sheets about him like some sort of swathe, he took this moment to better take in the surroundings while keenly aware he was still being observed.

To begin with, there was a small sink, low enough that it could also have been used for relieving himself. He made a face at the thought, slipping out of the bed and sucking in a sharp breath as his feet met the cold floor. A pair of what could have been shoes sat upon a small chest, and he gladly took them as well as what seemed like an overcoat of sorts - not the Guardsman style, but something was better than nothing in this damp, chilly place. There was a wetness in the air that affirmed his suspicions they were lower, as well; perhaps actually under the water at this point, in the base of the structure, but he'd have to see more in order to be certain.

As Victor reached to push aside what seemed to be the door curtain, he could see that it led in a central area filled with some seating and a few tables - and a handful of other humans watching him as he exited or, well, entered what appeared to be a common room. They varied in ages and build, men and women both, and there was even one he'd have sworn was from the Far East - that one quickly turned their back once he realized he'd been noticed. All but two were dressed similar to him; those were dressed almost indecently, one approaching in a bow.

"Please, sir," she murmured, "if you would speak with Master Inquirata after your meal." A gesture towards one of the sides, where the partition was open and led to some stairs - this was, he realized, a modified holding room. Which made sense, but of all the tales he'd heard, none of them were quite like this. This seemed almost as if the Quintesson wanted to give some…well. Comfort.

And while the food wasn't nearly as refreshing as Aillard's had been, it was still levels beyond what he could make on his own. Eating, however, was a quiet affair; the others seemed in no hurry to introduce themselves, only curiously watching as he forced some substance in to him. He was too used to eating when he wasn't hungry to go without, though he couldn't rid the feeling of walking on a floor made of eggshells, uncertain when they would crack and send him spiraling out of sorts.

He could only linger so long, however, and mustering himself, he took the stairs at one of the 'pets' urging. The two-faced Quintesson from before was still there, of course; the higher level was large, an entire laboratory of sorts with strange devices and machines every which way. It was an organized sort of chaos that still made Victor's head spin, to say nothing of how the Quintesson itself spun around as it spoke;

[Now then,] it said, [Your record names you as 'Victor', correct?…lovely.] Another 'clap' of its tendrils. [You may call us Inquirata. You, my Victor, have been reassigned to my project due to a stellar genetic profile. Really, how you were overlooked before is beyond us-]

[Likely sloppiness,] chimed the other face.

[-but,] the first continued. [You are here now, and we have a simple task for you to accomplish.]

Victor couldn't help but blink, only barely getting used to the strangest Quintesson he'd ever met. Not only was it surprisingly fluent in English, but its manner - he wasn't sure if he was alarmed or relieved it was treating him like, well, a person. Pet, whispered something in the back of his mind, echoing its term from before as he thought of the two distinct garbs of humans down in the pit - but it was clearly expecting a response from him, wasn't it? (She? He? They?) "I- yes. What is it I can do?"

A set of tentacles came down, and with them - but, marvelously, hovering just above - was an odd-looking cube. [Open this box.]

The box set before him was…unique, and Victor couldn't help but move forwards to take a closer look. Glancing up for permission, he then took it in hand, turning it over. It was small enough to fit in his palm, and light with it being hollowed out - the edges of the cube were made of a strange gold metal, as filigreed as he'd ever seen. Within it, though…within it was an orb of sorts, but the orb was moving. Pulsing. He held it up to look more closely, but just staring at it was giving it a headache, and he lowered it with a bit of a wince. "What is it?" he ventured, feeling safe enough to at least ask.

A pat to his head was as much a reminder of his place as anything else could have been. [Nothing for you to worry about,] the Quintesson assured him. [You merely need to free what's inside. Why don't you give it a try, now?]

Without much of a reason not to try, he turned it over once more, frowning slightly as he tried to find some sort of opening. Tugging on the edges did nothing, to no surprise, and simply reaching inside made his fingers tingle; a 'tsk' sound from Inquirata implied such was a fool's errand. He glanced back up at it, then down, fumbling a few more moments before letting out a breath. "Is there some sort of trick to it?"

Inquirata made a warble that could have passed as a laugh. [There is, but you will learn it on your own,] they reassured him, reaching to take back the box. [Once we finish your new modifications, of course. Now, we've had the liberty of having your ward reassigned, so you needn't worry about them; we know how you humans feel about your families. Do well, and we’re sure you can have her back before too long.]

Was it aware of the unspoken threat in those words, or did it think itself benign…? Victor said nothing, merely nodding, and very glad he'd already made arrangements for Sadie.

[So, while we’re still preparing your first set of treatments - why don't you meet your new friends?]

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Anna and Dorothy were a pair from up North; they'd been with Inquirata for some years, by now, and more or less served as dual matrons for the others here. "It's not so bad, given the other options," Anna remarked as she pet at Dorothy's hair, whose head was resting on her shoulder. "I've heard of other experiment groups who don't have half the niceties we have, and Inquirata seems to honestly care that we're happy. Something about us being more productive that way?" She shrugged, lightly, and Dorothy yawned a bit.

"If you do good on one test or another," she sleepily mumbled, "you can ask for some treats."

Once again, the hair on the back of Victor's neck prickled in warning. The years in captivity showed clear marks on the women, and he made a note to never become so complacent, no matter what. Even so, they weren't the ones who had been here the longest; that honor went to another woman, Katherine, whom had been the first to pull Victor aside once he'd returned to the holding room.

"Whatever you do," she'd hissed in warning, "don't. Mess. This. Up." And then she'd left him bewildered, which was when Anna and Dorothy had picked him up and ushered him over to the couches so they could learn about him. The man from the Far East - who went by Hei, and who was, in fact, from Japan - spoke English quite well. While he had been shy at first, he had eagerly come over when Anna had beckoned and was happy to talk about his own experiences. He'd been transferred from another facility, one all the way in his homeland, and was very happy with his new location because it was far, far better than his life had been even before the Invasion.

(Victor got the distinct feeling that Hei would have taken any life of loafing about doing nothing as a 'good thing'.)

There were others, and, of course, the 'pets' - which Victor interpreted as servants, though he got the implication that they would serve in other capacities as well if such was desired to keep the others 'happy'. He was reminded of Alice, from before, and merely nodded in acknowledgement when they were introduced to him as 'Mary' and 'Shane'. That wasn't the most twisted part about all this, however.

It was how much everyone simply accepted such things. Katherine seemed to be the only one vigilant, but even she seemed more paranoid than anything, as if things could change at a moment's notice - and perhaps they could, for it wasn't long before Victor had finished his introductions before he was summoned, once more, to the top, where a familiar platform awaited him. Knowing what to expect this time, he disrobed when instructed, stepped forwards, managed to keep from panicking when the walls came up in herald of the liquid, and-

"Sadie has something for me to say to you."

It was so odd and unexpected that Victor did startle, then - as much as he could, anyway. Pardon?

"She wishes to remind me of 'your promise'." Primus paused, then, and Victor remembered his oath to return - as well as the hollow, almost dead gazes of those who would be his fellows. He would have shuddered if he could.

I'm not likely to forget it. No, the sooner he was out of here, the better. But I must admit, I didn't expect to speak with you again so soon.

"We'll be speaking fairly often. I'll be assisting with your modifications as well as advising you on what is happening. I thought it best that you understand what, exactly, that box from before is meant to do."

Immediately, his attention was caught. It was so strange - is that the 'spacebridge' you were mentioning, before?

"It's meant to serve as one, yes. What you are meant to do is to be able to activate and - well, there aren't many words for it with your current sciences." He got the distinct impression of a sigh, and almost apologized before Primus caught his intent. "No, no, you'd have caught up eventually, it's just…I need to simplify, at least for now. Let's think of Earth itself as a sphere, at least to start with."

The image immediately popped into mind, so clear and distinct that he startled once again. Primus gave him time to resettle, then went on to explain, using the strange mind-image as an aid; the device, 'Rhisling' as it was called in the Quintesson's tongue, essentially would assist in 'pulling' a section of space through time and thus, allow transport. As odd as it was, once illustrated, it made a sort of sense, though Victor had no idea how time was involved aside from Primus's reassurance that spacetime was, in fact, one thing.

Does this mean that it could transport one through time, then, as well? he wondered.

"…hypothetically, yes. But even the Quintessons avoid that," Primus explained. "All attempts at changing the past have failed, sometimes catastrophically."

How catastrophically?

"Black holes, which have had the good fortune to collapse in on themselves before too long." At the images provided, Victor shuddered. "I fear, however, that should this project be a success, they may once again delve into such experiments once they can replicate the necessary genetic modifications."

Then we had best make sure they cannot, a grim Victor stated to Primus's agreement as they went back to his 'lesson'. By the end of it, his head was spinning, and Primus proclaimed they were nearly done with his treatment as well and that they would see about helping him check on the two boys next time.

"I will admit," they said, "this was as much a test to see how much your mind could handle as much as a lesson. I hope you don't mind."

No, no, that's fine. The visuals had very much helped, and it was better to know than not. If you're worried about me minding, just let me know ahead of time in the future. Before Primus could answer, something else occurred to him; Did you speak with Pravda and Aillard, this way?

"I did." Either Victor was getting more used to this matter of speaking, or he was imagining things, for he could have sworn Primus 'sounded' fond…or amused. Some mixture of the two, perhaps. "Aillard was the one who developed this method with me in the first place, and Pravda- well, when Aillard told her about me, she insisted on making my acquaintance."

Victor thought of the woman's forceful personality, and felt some humor of his own. Are they the only ones?

"No, but they were the first I dared speak to." Once again, the impression of a sigh. "We'll speak more later, Victor, because I'm about to release you - you'll feel unsteady, so let the others help you, all right? I know they seem strange, but…it's been a long time since someone like you was here."

Before he could ask what that meant, he was exposed to the air. Gasping for breath as he collapsed to his knees, his entire body felt burning hot and numbingly cold at the same time - a towel was immediately thrown about him, and arms (tendrils? he couldn't tell) ushered him off to the side. Eyes blurred beyond any sort of sight, he allowed himself to be half led, half carried until he was set on a bed once more. As weak and as uncoordinated as a kitten, it was all he could do to parse the gentle words that guided him to move his limbs so that he could be dressed, fed a cupful of warm liquid, and then, mercifully, left to himself with an exit murmur of, "The first one's always roughest."

Good, he thought faintly, because I'm not sure how much of this I can manage. It wasn't just the way his body ached all over, but the way the others took such in stride - how often were they subject to such? And they simply accepted it, their circumstances, this life in what amounted to a pretty set of cells?

He felt sick, and the food from before threatened to come up; thankfully, he managed to swallow it back down, and rolled over onto his back with an arm over his face. But he remembered how the cubicle had no ceiling, how, at any given time, Inquirata could glance over and see what any of them were doing - not a shred of privacy. No wonder Primus had resorted to such means for communication - who was to say that the other humans in these holding rooms were given any more quiet?

Eventually, the lights dimmed. He hadn't yet fallen asleep, restless in his suffering, and his thoughts drifted to Joel and Simon in their own holding area. At the very least, they had each other, and knowing them they perhaps even had a way of communicating without the Quintessons noticing. It was a bittersweet thought, but knowing that he was keeping them from this sort of torment, from the bland acceptance to the now-itch that was subsuming his body…

It seemed like ages, but eventually he fell in enough of a doze where his discomfort wasn't at the forefront of his mind. And this time, he did not dream.

#verse; ttb #humanformers #transformers #maccadam #artoni writes stuff #say hi to autoceptor deceptor and kaltor #and also heinrad #also please continue to mind the cws!!!!!#victor's gonna have fUN the next few chapters #also i think alice is basically the only named character in this fic so far who is not derived from a canon toy or char loi #that includes scarlett

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dourpeep · 3 years

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Sprout that last fic was amazing! 10/10 blushing like a school girl as I read it. Im not sure if requests are open right now so no worry if they are not but just wondering if I could maybe ask for something almost along the same lines (them trying to work as you please them) but plot twist just as they think its safe and do finish someone walks in and catches them. (Im a meanie and like to see guys flustered and embarrassed) but Diluc Zhongli and Xiao please

aforementioned fic

Flustered men,,, that's my life blood, and Diluc, Zhongli, and Xiao? The most stoic of them all??? SIGN ME U P

Not to mention I did write that one Xiao imagine where you're doing the do outdoors-

Caught in the Act

Summary: To be fair, neither of you noticed because you were too busy... Featuring: Diluc, Xiao, and Zhongli

Contains: ((NSFW 18+)) character x reader, caught in the act, (Xiao) outdoor sex, clothed sex (Zhongli) blowjob

Fun Fact: the location for Xiao’s is a real in-game place that's easily accessible and also poorly hidden. How indecent of you, Xiao—

Diluc

The two of you have created a sort of schedule when it comes to intimacy. With the limited free time you both have, you make the most of it.

Luckily, today was one of the days where you were both at the winery with enough downtime for more than just a quick moment of privacy.

In the peace of his bedroom, you’re entangled in soft silken sheets, a leg hooked up over Diluc’s hip while he supports himself above you on his forearms.

The back of his hand brushes along your cheek, tracing your jaw before he leans in to capture your lips in a kiss. Already, you’ve shed your clothing, careful to keep his unwrinkled for work later. Chest pressing to yours, he takes you, moving slow. When you mumble for him to go faster, he chuckles.

“It’s alright. We have more time today.”

You try your best to quell your desires for the man above you, but the fire in your belly aches. He gently chides you but obliges.

His thrusts grow harder, each thrust making you shift up the bed. Deep and slow, he leans over you to meet lips. Each press is flooded with unspoken words.

It’s easy to get lost in the moment when every touch sets your body aflame and the way that such a gentleman can be so gentle but utterlyimpassioned. The way his body cages you in, filling your senses with everything that he is.

“Darling—” His lips drag against yours when he speaks, an arm wrapping under you to lift your hips just a tad.

Ghosting his touch over your hip and thigh, he reaches between you to help bring you to completion, keeping the steady rhythm he’d begun to make sure you can ride out the pleasure as long as possible.

Relishing in the way you moan his name and grip his arms, he starts a quicker pace enough to make you see stars chasing his own orgasm. Beneath him, you throw your head back and cry out in a soft plea.

There’s a quiet knock at the door, loud enough that normally you’d be able to hear accompanied by a voice.

“Master Diluc, there’s someone here to see you.”

The door opens and the unfortunate maid gasps when she sees the intimate embrace, making you jump and Diluc tug the covers over you both with a swiftness you’d otherwise be impressed about.

Xiao

He works so, so very hard day in and out with battling the monsters and demons that plague the land. Similarly, your days are filled with commissions and battling for the materials you need to make your team and weapons stronger. It only makes sense that you meet him in the middle.

This time, however, you were fortunate enough to be able to convince him to help out with a treasure hoarder problem. It was a bit more difficult than usual, but nothing that the two of you paired with Xinyan and Zhongli couldn’t handle.

The area for the commission, though, was a tricky one, including two separate locations that needed to be cleared out. Zhongli is more than happy to accompany the young Rockstar to the secondary location while you and Xiao handle the other. Really, it should just be a quick thing this way.

Like you thought, it takes only a few flashes of anemo with your help before the treasure hoarders are chased out, but with the heat, you’re left sweating and tired.

“Do we have enough time to freshen up?”

The crystalline waters nearby are a godsend, cool and refreshing and—you turn to Xiao to see the way his shirt sticks to his muscles and how droplets of water stream down his arms.

So now, somewhere between Lingjiu Pass and Mt. Tiangheng, you’re hidden in a rocky alcove behind a waterfall, bodies flush together as he thrusts into you feverishly. You’ve both hastily pulled down trousers and shucked off unnecessary items adorning your outfits, left partly clothed.

The feeling of him so desperate to feel you is maddening.

Your bodies mingle, still tired and sweaty from the fighting, but you can hardly bother to care. Shifting, he hoists you up to wrap your legs around his waist and angles you to reach deeper. He hits the spot that makes you see stars and you cry out his name as you unravel.

Xiao’s pace grows sloppy with the way you squeeze around him, patience leaving with the way he’s getting close. His forehead presses against your neck when he shakily moans your name, thrusting up once more before releasing.

Breathing hard, he meets your lips for a kiss—

“I understand the appeal of partaking in activities that relieve stress, however…”

It’s unmistakable, the voice that speaks up.

Immediately, Xiao’s eyes snap open and his face explodes in color, nearly dropping you in his surprise. You’re glad that your bodies are mostly covered by the large rock you’re behind, but you doubt that Xiao would be very willing to accompany you and your team on a commission anytime soon.

Zhongli

It’s not strange to want privacy in your own home.

While Zhongli is busy with his job at the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, he has ample time in the mornings and late afternoon to indulge in you. Those long hours are spent in each other’s arms, drawing every gasp and every moan from lips that seldom part.

“Zhongli, I want to make you feel good this time.”

Who was he to deny?

When your lips press to the base of his shaft, he lets out a groan. It’s deep, rumbling in his chest, and you squeeze your thighs together to help relieve a bit of the pressure. Another kiss is placed on his hip and you laugh at the way his cock twitches.

“Are you feeling impatient?”

His cheeks color, slight in afternoon light. “Perhaps.”

So you take him into your mouth, sliding your tongue along the length of him as you descend. He’s lost in the way the hot wetness of your mouth envelops him, watching you take what you can. You moan around him and his hips twitch with the vibration.

Every lick and suck has him clutching at the couch, willing his hips to stay still so that you may take your time with your ministrations. He wants to know how it feels to be entirely at your mercy, and you gladly take that in stride.

His eyes widen when you push yourself further down, your eyes squeezing as you focus on relaxing your throat and he nearly chokes in the way your lips finally meet his pelvis. He wants to tell you it’s alright, you don’t have to push yourself—but the way that you look up at him with slightly watery eyes sends a need through him.

One of his hands finds its way into your hair, keeping you pressed down against him longer. Once the feeling of you swallowing around him is bearable, he helps you draw back off, an apology on his tongue until you sink back and take him once more.

Surrendering to the feeling, Zhongli breathes your name, eyes closing as you suck at his tip. It’s a shock, coming undone just as the door to his home slams open, revealing a mop of messy red hair and bright blue eyes that settle on the sight of you kneeling between the geo Archon’s spread legs.

“Xiangsheng!”

At least the harbinger has the tact to raise a gloved hand to cover his eyes as he backs out of the doorway and closes the door with the other.

“My apologies—I’ll return later.”

#anon ask #Diluc #Xiao #Zhongli #Diluc x reader #Xiao x reader #Zhongli x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact drabbles #genshin impact smut #genshin impact diluc #genshin impact xiao #genshin impact zhongli #smut #brainrot #genshin impact x reader

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spiderling-space · 3 years

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Hi could you please do malleus seeing a fem mc in a swimsuit in the beach when everyone is around? Thank you

You can join the discord server :D xD

Based on this prompt

Also imagine Malleus swimming

I added nsfw part after sfw part since I couldn’t help myself :D:D:>

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Malleus Draconia

Valley of Thorns has no beaches and Malleus did not go out of his homeland other than going to NRC. He is curious about the beach that everyone is talking about. Lilia says it is fun but he will need special swimsuit and sunscreen. How will he screen sun? Such weird words... At least he isn’t alone at this. Silver is confused as much as he is while Sebek seems to know what it is about.

The moment the whole academy arrives to the beach, he is faced with naked people! How could they roam around their underwear? Some not even covering their private places enough! How obscene of them! When they reach the beach to settle, Lilia tells him to undress in the middle beach, in front of everyone. When he wore the swimsuit, he thought it would be like underwear that no one sees but now he learned he is supposed to only wear that. After seeing others do the same, he relaxed and undressed.

He doesn’t understand how everyone considers normal for to see others almost normal.

Lilia is applying him sunscreen when he notices (Y/N) in two small pieces. Her whole body is out in the open for all to see. He is shocked to see her wearing this little clothing, that he doesn’t even realize he isn’t staring until Lilia pokes him while laughing. Sebek screams if he should cover his vision of (Y/N) so he would not look that human while Silver is sleeping under the sun. Thanks to Sebek’s voice, (Y/N) hears him and turns, waving at him.

Malleus feels hotter and cannot take his eyes off of her. He knows it is rude to stare but he can’t help it. His eyes wonder around her body before focusing on her eyes as she speaks to him.

Since he has seen (Y/N) in indecent outfit, he proposes her right there and then in order to protect her honour. It doesn’t matter if he saw others the same way, he doesn’t have those feelings for them so they don’t count. Sebek faints from seeing Malleus’ proposal, Silver wakes up momentarily to ask what happened while Lilia is cheering how romantic it is. (Y/N) is just speechless.

Regardless, since Malleus proposed, he gets protective over her. He is not someone who would meddle with what his partner would wear. His grandmother didn’t raise him like that. He will look at anyone who stares at her more than necessary and Zeus help whoever catcalls her.

Malleus knows he is fairly good looking and his body shape is considered attractive by some. He hopes this will intimidate anyone who tries to court (Y/N) at beach so he wouldn’t need to use his name or a speck of his magic to intimidate them.

NSFW under cut

Malleus sees (Y/N), the person who he is attracted to, wearing a little to nothing. He discovers a new feeling. When he asked Lilia about it, he called it arousal. So this is the arousal he has read and heard about. He both likes it and wants to get rid of it. He also wonders if (Y/N) feels arousal when she sees him in swimsuit. He hopes she does.

Malleus asks to speak with (Y/N) privately so he could solve this arousal issue if she wills it as well. When (Y/N) says okay, he apparites them away from the crowd but they are still at beach.

Malleus is blunt and he does not realize how his words might sound to him. He flatly says seeing her in bikini aroused him. (Y/N) says she can see it and points his swimsuit.

Oh, he knew his penis would erect but he didn’t consider it as his focus was entirely on her. He asks if she wants to help him relieve it bluntly.

(Y/N) has been horny for Malleus from the start and seeing him in swimsuit made her hornier so she eagerly accepts his offer. She kisses him as her hand moves from his abs to his crotch under his swimsuit.

Malleus stops her before she does something else. “We cannot have sex before marriage.” - “Then what are we supposed to do, Horny boy?” - “Lilia told me there are other things we can do that is not considered real sex. You can take my penis in your mouth and my tongue can delve in your vagina.” (Y/N) seemed to correct him and say it is considered sex too but she is too horny.

(Y/N) gets on her knees, lowers his swimsuit, revealing his erection. She looks in his eyes before wrapping her mouth around his penis.

After Malleus cums deep in her throat, he looks at her state, thinking that it is the sight he wants to see every day. He could watch her all day but he has a job to do, he must do as he promised. He is not going to let (Y/N) lay on the sand because it’s coarse, rough and it gets everywhere. He is a fae so he is strong enough to carry her.

Malleus gets on his knees, facing her. He tells her to sit on his shoulders, her thighs on each side of his head and her cunt right in front of his mouth. He stands up, holding (Y/N) from thighs as she is holding him from his horns. It is his first time doing it but he gets the git. His tongue explores her vagina.

Malleus could have created a bed on make (Y/N) float on air as he ate her out but he wanted to try this position.

In the end, Malleus is no Batman. He eats pussy

#twst #twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #diasomnia #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland headcanons #headcanons #female reader #prefect #malleus draconia x reader #malleyuu #malleus draconia x mc

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yuedama · 3 years

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clothes that make them wanna fuck u

aka what you should wear to make them horny. that's it.

aot hcs ; gn!reader

characters : eren, armin, reiner, zeke, yelena, pieck

notes : my eyes are closing as i proofread this. pls forgive me for this is nothing but crack and whoreknee thoughts

eren

his shirt — the moment he sees you prancing around the house wearing his shirt, oh you're gonna have it. the fact that you were wearing his shirt was one thing, but to have nothing underneath? he'd grab your hand and push you against the nearest mirror, making sure you see yourself as he wastes no time pounding himself into you, greedily claiming you and marking your walls. the sight of you in his clothes makes him rlly possessive and, dare i say, feral. it just fuels his ego so much to have you walking around with something of his.

armin

thigh highs — ahh, armin. poor armin. could hardly contain the indecent thoughts flooding his mind as you sit innocently in front of him, legs crossed, giving the blond a perfect display of your legs. he'd feel so guilty for thinking about just slamming you onto the table and fucking you dumb, all with those stupid thigh highs on. you yourself hadn't expected him to get so turned on by the black lace adorning your thighs, but you were more than happy to have him stain the article of clothing.

reiner

mini sundress — he adores how the fabric sways in the wind with each move you make. you'll be in the middle of a perfectly wholesome picnic date (which consists of him stealing glances at you and gulping from time to time) when he looks down and goes. oh shit. he'd be quite embarrassed cos he thinks it's not the time to be getting hard but you reassure him it's fine. then you go fucking behind a bush or something.

zeke

bodycon dress — dirty old man. won't be able to get his hands off you the moment he sees you. like,,, just shamelessly gropes you and feels you up. not his fault tho because the way the fabric hugs your body really just makes his mouth water. would also constantly slap you in the ass just to watch it jiggle.

yelena

miniskirt — now, i'm not saying it's easy to break the composure of this woman, but if you want the fastest way to do it, it's by wearing a miniskirt. wouldn't be able to wait to have you on all fours with your ass up in her face, screaming her name as she pleasures you over and over again 'til your pretty lil skirt is all soiled. if you happen to be wearing a pink skirt, she'd try her best to turn your ass cheeks the same color. bonus if you're wearing knee socks

pieck

fishnets — she just thinks it's so sexy. wouldn't stop showering you with compliments about how fucking ravishing you looked. another one who's the type to openly tease you, running her fingers over your skin every chance she gets 'til the two of you finally get a room for yourselves.

#aot x reader #aot headcanons #snk headcanons #eren jeager x reader #armin arlert x reader #reiner braun x reader #zeke yeager x reader #yelena x reader #pieck finger x reader #snk.%!

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apocalypticgargoyle · 3 years

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𝙅𝙀𝘼𝙇𝙊𝙐𝙎𝙔 | 𝙠𝙖𝙧𝙡 𝙟𝙖𝙘𝙤𝙗𝙨 (18+)

∘ request(s):

Ooh maybe edgy!karl teaching skateboarding :o. I’m also in uni and I remember my first frat party was quite interesting 😂 -🦋

ahhhh part four of your edgy karl was soooo good!!! could i get jealous karl? maybe someone else is hitting on the reader at a party

please please please more edgy!karl if u can. like maybe where him and reader get into a fight because he gets like jealous and he just shows the reader who they belong to fjsjjsj thankyouuu !! 🤍🪐 x

∘ pairing: edgy!Karl Jacobs x fm!reader

∘ warnings: nsfw (18+ minors dni), smut, light bdsm, jealous, somewhat toxic behavior, crude language, frat boys (again), mentions of masterbation, biting, domination, spanking

∘ word count: ~3200

∘ links: 𐐪 ao3 𐑂 𐐪 previous part 𐑂 𐐪 submit an edgy!karl edit 𐑂

a/n: not me having to watch daddy tony hawk tutorials for this bc I'm uncultured and only skateboarded for like three months when I was 14 :)))

thank you for all the requests (especially 🦋 ily). if any of you have ideas for what I should call this series, lemme know! as always, have a great week and happy reading :)

♡ ᵍᵉⁿᵉ

The parking lot behind the campus union was barren. The morning dew in the air left a sweet smell to combine with Karl’s cologne as he walked beside you, his arm bumping yours as he listened to you nervously ramble on about one of your classes. You weren’t sure why, but the thought of falling on your ass in front of Karl terrified you more than anything. This man had degraded you and made you completely submit to him in the past, yet you were worried that not being able to master his ~craft~ would ruin his image of you.

He dropped his skateboard, his feet settling on it lazily as he rolled beside you. You watched quietly as he stopped, kicking his foot down on the front of his board so it popped into his hand. “You won’t fall. I’ve got you,” he joshed, tugging on your hand so you were in front of him.

He set the board down, his hands going to your hips as you stepped on it. His fingers dipped under the hem of your sweatshirt, your skin lighting up at his touch as if his hands belonged on you. “You look like an anemic Victorian boy. I don’t trust you as a safety net,” you grumbled, your hands covering his. You knew, roughly, how to skate from a middle school phase you had. Karl only promised to teach you a few tricks, but to say you were rusty would be an understatement.

He chuckled darkly, nudging you closer to the middle of the board and peering over your shoulder to look at your stance. “I’ve fucked you without your feet touching the floor. I think I can catch you before you hit the ground, baby,” he chided, making you scoff.

Your cheeks flushed with heat at his words. “Dirty, dirty boy,” you mumbled. He instructed you on how to kick the board up to where you needed it. His words were simple and almost plain like he knew you could figure it out. You attempted to push the board up, but crashed into Karl’s arms, your back thumping against his chest.

He giggled slightly as he straightened you up, setting you back on the board as his foot kept it from rolling out from under you. His hands hovered over your hips again as he moved his foot, leaving you to balance on your own. “If you fall correctly, people will just think you were giving really good head,” he jested. You shoved his arms away at his words as he laughed at his own joke.

You attempted a few more times and nearly had it down before Karl’s hands were on your hips again, giving you further instructions. You fought not to smile as his breath ghosted against your neck. You knew he cared about teaching you something that---on paper---was seemingly so easy, but his vulgar teasing was beginning to swarm your head. With his next steps set as your goal as well as the feeling of his hold on you, you kicked the board up and attempted to jump with it. While your brain was up to speed, your feet weren’t, sending the board out from beneath you and you to fall into its place.

Karl snorted as choked back a laugh at you scrapping your hands on the concrete. “Come on, don’t be a pussy. Try again,” he chided, voice uneven and laced with whatever dark humor he was getting from watching you do this.

You rolled your eyes playfully, letting him tug you up in front of him. As you wobbled on the board once again, you let his hands dig into your sides. Obviously, it seemed that he actually was worried about dropping you again, despite the fact that he was holding back some kind of sick laugh. “You would be great at teaching a kid how to ride a bike,” you quipped, the fact that he called you a pussy seeping into your mind.

You gasped slightly as you slipped again, this time Karl’s arms wrapping around you tightly, pressing your body against his. “Awe, you want me to put a baby in you, pet?” He jeered with his lips near your ear. You shrugged out of his grip, breaking up your indecent thoughts at his comment.

You could feel the heat rising to your ears as you balanced on his skateboard again. “Stop, you perv,” you deflected, hoping he couldn’t tell how hard you were having to bite back a smirk.

After your skateboarding escapades, you sat typing away at your computer, Karl occasionally looking over his phone to peer at you. His legs were thrown lazily on either side of you as he stretched out on his pillows.

An alarm went off on Karl’s phone, startling you in the process. He fought against smirking at your surprise as he sat up, crawling over to you. “Okay, I gave you two hours,” he stated, leaning forward to press his lips against yours and gently close your computer. The taste of him on your tongue was like a drug for you, leaving you constantly wanting more.

You smirked into his kiss as your brain finally caught up with you. “I hope that document saved, asshole,” you groaned, pushing him back into his pillows as he chuckled at you. His fingers dragged up the length of your thighs, squeezing the flesh in his hands as you straddled him. “Fucking weirdo, timing me. Who are you, my dad?” You teased, pressing a kiss to his neck and digging your fingers into his hair.

He moaned lowly, grinding against you. “Oh fuck yeah. Call me daddy,” he cantered.

“No,” you answered simply. You sat up, reaching over to his top drawer in search of protection, but running your fingers over a lacy garment instead. Your brows knitted together as your gaze shot to the drawer, your underpants dangling from your finger. Karl tucked his hands behind his head, looking up at you nonchalantly as your mind flashed with memories of your time in the bathroom.

Before you had the opportunity to ask him what he was still doing with them, his door popped open to reveal one of Karl’s roommates, his name beginning with a D but slipping your mind. “What are you guys doing in here?” He asked with a rather dopey smile, gesturing to Karl still between your legs. “Everyone’s downstairs, come on.” You and Karl shared a look as he left.

You leaned back down to him, kissing him briefly before pressing your lips to his neck again. “Wanna come over instead?” You suggested softly, your lips ghosting over his ear.

Karl loped down the stairs in front of you, a heavy layer of smoke hanging in the air above your heads. A mass of people crammed themselves together, finding solace in each other after the long week. If you weren’t so hung up on getting into Karl’s pants, you might have considered joining them.

Before the two of you could reach the door, someone called out for Karl. Their voice boomed over the loudness of the music, making Karl wince slightly. His face flattened into a frown as “Todd” waved at the two of you. Karl took a few slugging steps to stand close enough to Todd’s group that they wouldn’t have to yell at each other. You settled your hand on Karl’s hip as you wrapped your hand around his waist, leaning against him. Todd’s eyes traced over you.

He wet his lips. “You guys leaving already?” He asked, leaning back in his chair and accepting the joint offered to him. From an outsider’s perspective, he looked like the king of the castle. Luckily, you knew better. “Come on, play a game with us!” He suggested, patting the empty spot beside him. Even though you couldn’t see his face, you could tell Karl was rolling his eyes. “I got a seat warmed up for you, baby girl,” he nodded towards you.

You perked an eyebrow in his direction and Karl slipped his hand into yours nonchalantly. “Thanks, but no,” Karl stated.

“Come on, Karl. Don’t make me pull pin.” At Todd’s words, Karl groaned reluctantly, the sound barely audible. You furrowed your brows at him. “Fifteen minutes. We were gonna play Never Have I Ever.”

You leaned towards Karl. “What’s pulling pin?” You mumbled.

“Flexing rank,” he grunted back. He tugged you with him to join the group. Before you could sit down, Todd pulled you into the spot beside him. You laughed nervously, watching as Karl’s features darkened as he sat across from the two of you. Todd handed you a drink, which you took but avoided sipping out of.

A boy beside Karl piped up. “Okay, so never have I ever graduated high school. My degree is literally fake.” The boy smiled before taking a drink, making you giggle slightly. Todd draped his arm around the back of the couch where you were sitting. He wasn’t touching you exactly but every ounce of his being was getting under Karl’s skin.

Todd smugly shook his head. “No, Zeke. Those aren’t the rules. You have to say something that’s not true about you. Like…” he trailed off slightly, his gaze settling on you before his mouth twisted into a smirk. “Never have I ever slashed someone’s tires.”

You humored him with a subtle smile as if to ask if he was serious. He gestured towards Karl, who took a drink. You bit back a grin. “Well, never have I ever masturbated to a girl my roommate’s sleeping with,” Karl retaliated. Your eyes grew wide, suddenly happy to watch the event unfold before you.

Todd took a drink after glaring at Karl. He leaned closer to you, this time his arm dropped to pull you against his side. “Do you wanna take a turn?” You shook your head, flashing your eyes to Karl before looping your fingers with Todd’s. Karl chewed the inside of his cheek, looking like he was holding back another laugh. “Alright, I’ll go.” Todd brought your hand up to his lips, kissing your palm. “Ah, I know. Never have I ever betrayed the secret oath of the frat and called the police.”

Karl took another sip, his eyes on you. “Yeah, because never have I ever set the house on fire trying to light a bong,” he answered, making you snort.

You let your free hand settle on Todd’s knee. “Awe, I’d light your bong for you,” you chided, making Todd laugh as he took a drink.

“I bet you could do a lot for me, Princess,” he flirted, his lips nearing your ear. You raised your eyebrows in Karl’s direction, who was sitting with his chin in his hand. His expression was darkly entertained as you flirted with Todd. “Speaking of,” Todd looked to Karl again. “Never have I ever fucked someone on my roommate’s bed,” he teased, tucking his nose in the crook of your neck.

Karl smirked. “You’re right, you probably haven’t,” he stated simply, downing the rest of his drink. Todd tensed slightly beside you. Karl stood, ruffling the hair of one of the other Brothers that were in the group before holding his hand out for you to take. As the two of you left, you heard one of the guys whistle and say something about never having peed in a pool before.

As the two of you left the house, you walked in time with Karl’s heavy steps, swinging your entwined hands as if you were completely oblivious. “I can’t believe I made you jealous,” you taunted. You could practically see the steam rolling off his shoulders as he opened the passenger car door for you. Before you could slip into the seat, Karl’s hand gripped the back of your neck, bringing you to press your lips roughly against his. He pinned you between him and the cool metal of the car as the taste of beer spread across your tongue.

His fingers dug into your hips, his other hand tightening around your throat. The coolness of his tongue ring was a welcomed sensation as you attempted to find friction against his hips. Your fingers moved to close around his wrist as he pulled away, leaving you gasping for air. His face was expressionless as his gaze danced from your lips to your eyes. “I’m going to fuckin’ ruin you for the way you acted,” he ribbed, stepping away from you.

You nearly slid down the side of the car at his words. “Okay,” you whispered, heat rising to your cheeks and ultimately to your core.

Karl’s calm exterior followed you until you finally got your apartment door open. Karl pinned you against the wood of your bedroom door, reaching to twist the lock as his lips began to commandeer your own. His hands dragged up your thighs beneath your skirt, squeezing at the flesh roughly. He yanked your shirt off, grinding his hips up and against yours as his teeth moved to nip at the skin of your neck before returning to badger your lips.

The taste of beer on his lips blended with your flavored chapstick as your tongue slipped into his mouth. In a mess of tugging and biting each other, your body melted into his rough grasp. You wanted whatever repercussions his twisted mind could come up with. You wanted him to do whatever he wanted to you. You fought against diving your hands into his jeans to beg him to continue, but he broke away from you as you fought to catch your breath.

Your lips were buzzing as the feeling of him still lingered. He brought his hand up to your jaw, tipping your chin up to him. “Fucking slut,” the devil’s grin painted across his face before he continued, pressing his lips against yours once more, his grin dragging your bottom lip between his teeth. “You act like I don’t fucking own you,” he nearly growled, his face hovering over yours as his hand squeezed your throat. You moaned quietly as he regulated your breathing with his hand. You wanted to drink in his dark, commanding appearance.

He pushed you back on the bed, making you instinctively crawl up towards the pillows. He smirked slightly, undoing his belt and slipping it into his hands. He put the garment on your bedside table. After tugging his shirt off, he was on top of you again, pushing you into the pillows and the fluffy comforter. Karl’s lips seared yours, showing you how much command he had over your body. He ground his hips against yours, the fabric of his jeans digging into you to elicit a moan echo from your mouth. You could feel his erection hardening against your leg, the tension deep within you tightening at the prospect of what he was going to do to you.

His fingers tugged at your skirt, gripping the material in his fist and dragging it down your body as if it was nothing. He flipped you, your elbows crowding the pillows as you felt him sit on your back, snapping the belt in his hands again. You let out a short breath as Karl’s nails raked up your back before his fingers dipped in your hair, tugging your head back to look at him. “I want you to scream my name tonight,” he groaned. You obliged as he dropped his grip on you.

He pulled your wrists between the bars of your headboard before binding you to the metal with his belt, yanking the leather to sinch against your skin. He dropped his head to press his lips against your shoulder, a tender nod of affection you knew would be the last. You leaned on your side to watch him sit back on his knees to unbutton his jeans. “Be gentle,” you leered, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth to fight your grin again as you watched him spit into his hand and stroke himself in preparation.

He chuckled. “I’ll take good care of you, sweetheart,” he murmured darkly through a smirk. He pulled your hips up and against his own, forcing your face into the mattress. Your hands tightened around the metal bars, as he angled himself at your entrance before driving himself into with an act of force you knew you deserved. A moan of his name slipped past your lips as his fingers dug into your hips, thrusting into you to drive himself deeper into you. “That’s right. I want the neighbors to know who’s fucking you,” he groaned, snapping his hips against yours.

Moans of pure bliss escaped your lips as his head neared yours. Karl used your hips as leverage for his unwavering pace, leaving you a mess of pleasure beneath him. His lips found their way to your neck as he nipped against the sensitive skin. You wanted him to mark you, to claim you, and he deserved to. His hand from your hair became wrapped around your throat as he began to reach his peak.

His hand slapped your ass with such force you knew there was a handprint, but you were too overwhelmed with the noises escaping his lips and your climax threatened to disobey your control to be concerned with the sting. If anything it threatened to push you over the edge. Your hands pulled against the leather of his belt as he pounded into you.

Your toes began to curl as he leaned over you, his breath fanning against your shoulder as you bit back heavy moans of pleasure. Karl’s hand was knotted in your hair again, his other fisting the sheets beside you. “Who’s making you feel this good? Huh?” You moaned out his name as he punctuated his sentence with the thrusts of his hips. “That’s right, you fucking slut.” You tightened around him, your orgasm sweeping over you with an element of shock.

You could practically hear Karl’s smirk as he moaned at the sight of you coming undone beneath him. He continued to ride you, finishing rather abruptly. He pressed his lips between your shoulder blades before loosening the belt around your wrists. Your back popped as you were finally able to move freely. He bit back a chuckle as you gingerly snuggled beneath the covers beside him. You slipped your hand across his torso, hugging his side against your chest as he rested an arm behind your head.

As you laid your head on his chest, his heartbeat began to steady, his fingers lightly brushing against your skin. “I’d rather eat my own feet than sleep with Todd, you know,” you croaked, realizing just how much your voice was weakening, breaking the silence between the two of you.

Karl chuckled softly. “Me too,” he commented, making you smile slightly. “I’m actually…” he paused slightly before continuing as if searching for what he wanted to say exactly. “I’m actually not sleeping with anyone else.”

You couldn’t fight the smile spreading across your face. “I’m not either.” You hugged him tighter, letting his fingers twirl into your hair. “I’m good with you.”

“I’m good with you, too,” he mirrored, a smirk evident in his voice as his other hand traced over the red marks on your wrists from his belt.

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mizunetzu · 3 years

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ok fine i'll bite

what if u made a tamaki amajiki fic but instead he's actually the UA traitor 😳 and he's actually a yandere and his target's a gender neutral 3rd year 😳 omg that would be pog

haha jk.. unless?

don't bully me pls i haven't done this b4

Miss miss miss sylviaaa 😀😀😀 I lov u miss sylviaaa

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Tamaki x reader - My Darling’s Pen

⚠️warnings - yandere Tamaki, stalking

Pronouns - genderneutral, they/them

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All it took was a pen.

A pen that dropped from their desk, one that rolled over and knocked against the side of Tamaki’s shoe. He hadn’t noticed them at all for the whole school year, but the moment they tapped him on the arm and said,

“Sorry-can you get that pen for me? It’s near your foot.”

With one of the warmest smiles he’d ever seen, he was smitten. Their voice was tantalizing, sweet and not too loud, and it graced Tamaki’s ears like wedding bells. He didn’t know he was staring until the beauty that was this person waved their hand infront of his face awkwardly.

“...Are you ok?” Their voice was full of worry. Worry for him. Tamaki’s heart swelled with the notion that he was being worried over by someone as...lovely as them.

He nodded shyly, and bent down to swoop up the pen in his hand. Their hand brushed against his when they reached over and grabbed it, and he could still feel his hand tingling even hours after. The person smiled another one of those heart clenching smiles, and looked back down at their paper.

Tamaki couldn’t focus the rest of the period.

——

When the bell dismissing them for lunch rang, and students started getting up from their seats, he once again noticed that person walking past him, talking to their friends. He wished he was part of their friend group. He didn’t know why, but that person just seemed so...cool.

The same pen from earlier bobbed from a hole in their bag’s pocket, and Tamaki cursed himself for staring once more. The pen eventually slipped completely through the small rip in their bag. The pen tumbled onto the ground, and stopped in front of Tamaki.

He picked it up. Should he return it? He looked at the door. No one was there. He was the only person standing in the classroom. Tamaki considered giving it back to them when class ended, but he found himself slowly slipping the pen into his own pocket.

‘It’s a pen’, he thought. ‘Surely they won’t miss it. It’s...it’s a pen.’

He didn’t know why he wanted to keep it so much. It was just that. A pen. He had no use for it-he had tons of other pens that no one asked to borrow because he was too shy to talk to them. It was useless.

But he found himself sitting on his bed hours later, staring blankly at the ceiling while he admired the pen or clicked it once or twice.

It was just a pen...

——

Everyday, when Tamaki would open his pencil pouch, he’d have all these other pens and pencils to choose from, ones that probably wrote way better than that person’s pen, but every single time, his eyes would land on that pen he “found on the ground” and he’d use it.

Fidgeting with the pen after class, he couldn’t help but follow this mysterious pen dropper every single day out to lunch. He wasn’t a stalker, no! He was just...figuring out the right time to return the pen they dropped. The pen they dropped a week ago...

Tamaki saw the familiar mop of (H/c)-colored hair, running past him and to their group of friends that Tamaki just so happened to memorize. He stared at them without shame, until he heard one of them speak.

“Hey, (Y/n). It-it uh, looks like Tamaki-kun wants to talk to you there.” The friend pointed at him, but he only tensed up when their eyes drifted from their friends to him and him alone.

“Oh. Uh, that guy from the big three?”

The person, (Y/n), whispered to their friends. Tamaki’s heart swelled. They knew who he was. He felt a sense of pride. He was important enough to take up space in this beautiful person’s memory. He wanted to be more important, and maybe take up some more space like he never used to want before. He wanted attention when he never used to want attention before.

“...hello?” (Y/n) was in front of him now. They looked straight into Tamaki’s eyes, and Tamaki wanted to look away immediately. He wasn’t ready. He wasn’t sure if he was just nervous like he normally is, or if it was something else. But still...

They smelled so good.

(Y/n) waved their hands in front of Tamaki’s eyes. He blinked, suddenly very aware of how he was lost in his own thoughts. He was about to apologize, and maybe turn to face the wall, until he heard (Y/n’s) lovely, lovely voice.

“You’re really shy, huh? Don’t worry, I can back up if you want me to.”

Their voice was gentle. So gentle, like something fuzzy tickling Tamaki’s nose. It made him want to crawl inside a locker and just breathe. It was heavenly. He wanted nothing more but to just...listen to this person’s kind voice.

“U-u-uh...it’s fi-ine...” Tamaki hated the way his voice was barely audible. It stood nothing against the kind, smooth, god-like voice (Y/n) graced him with. Still, (Y/n) smiled so, so warmly.

“Alright then. Did you need something?”

Oh. That’s right. The pen. He was going to return it. Tamaki began to reach into his pocket, when his hand stopped. He thought about it for a second, then let his hand rest flaccidly inside his pocket, shoving his other one in bashfully aswell.

“I-no...I was just-just staring off into space and I-I guess I was staring in y-y-your direction...”

It was a lie. A terrible one at that. So he didn’t understand why (Y/n) believed him, bid him goodbye with their angelic voice, and let him keep their wonderful pen. He didn’t understand why he didn’t return it either. He needed to...return it. But there was one thing he did know.

That beautiful angel that sat near him in class was named (Y/n).

——

Once you knew someone’s name, it was relatively easy to find out more about them.

For example, Tamaki knew their full name was (L/n) (Y/n), their favorite food was the cafeteria onigiri that lunch rush would package on the go, but specifically if it was left alone to sit for a few minutes to marinate, and he even knew the neighborhood where (Y/n) lived, and how long it took (Y/n) to walk from there to school. 14 minutes and 38 seconds not counting the times they go buy a snack from the convenience store. Though, he wished he knew their exact address.

That wasn’t it, however. Tamaki found himself ‘discovering’ more and more of (Y/n’s) items, whether it be a small keychain hanging off their backpack he purposely loosened with his scissors so it would fall off, or the strawberry scented chapstick that was sitting so enticingly on their desk when they left to the bathroom one day, Tamaki had them all. Nothing too important, though. Nothing that he knew (Y/n) would miss. Just pens and their old loose paper assignments that they threw away, mostly.

And it didn’t help that Tamaki stopped sitting with Mirio and Neijre at lunch, just to purposely sit at a lunch table near (Y/n’s) so he could hear their pretty voice once again. Not too close, but close enough to listen. When Mirio asked, Tamaki told him he just wasn’t feeling very well lately.

But that didn’t make him a stalker, right? He wasn’t overstepping any boundaries...he was just...finding the right opportunity to give back the pen he borrowed. Yeah. That’s it. The pen he borrowed that he actually didn’t borrow. He figured they’d want it back, even though he had countless other little trinkets in his possession, that once belonged to them.

No, no he wasn’t a stalker. He was trying to be a good person and return their pen.

——

Ok, maybe it was a bit of an obsession.

Most of his camera roll was filled with (Y/n). Pictures from their social media that Tamaki cropped so he could only see them (and not their stupid friends), pictures he nervously snuck during class or lunch, and even the occasional picture he took ‘passing by’ when (Y/n) was walking home.

He cherished all of them, even printing some out and building a small shrine with the items he stole. He didn’t want his parents to see, so he made sure it was in a box he could hide in his closet.

Once again, (Y/n) walked home from school like always. They took their normal route, as always. But this time, they walked alone. Tamaki was planning to sneak some more pictures—nothing too indecent because even he has some boundaries—but this time (Y/n) was alone.

‘Ah...!’ Tamaki shuffled through his bag, pulling out the small pencil pouch he bought purely filled with stuff ‘borrowed’ from (Y/n). He fished out the pen he’d been planning to return for a month now, and looked back at (Y/n). ‘Nows the perfect time...’

...But he wanted to keep the pen. It was his favorite pen. Even though he had countless other pens ‘borrowed’ from (Y/n), he couldn’t help but feel attached to this one. So he fished out another random pen from the pouch of (Y/n’s) things, before stopping again.

He didn’t wanna give up these either.

Instead, he zipped up the ‘(Y/n)’ pouch, grabbed his normal pencil pouch, and brought out one of his normal pens. It looked similar to one of the countless pens he took from (Y/n), so he supposed it would suffice. Wasn’t he such a nice person? Giving them a pen?

His poor heart started pumping when he jogged up to (Y/n). Some part of him wanted to just...keeping watching (Y/n) from a distance, but he knew he wanted more for a while now. He wanted to...talk to (Y/n). He wanted (Y/n) to talk to him. He wanted to crawl inside (Y/n’s) body and just be (Y/n).

“E-e-excuse me...?” Tamaki’s voice went dry as he touched (Y/n’s) shoulder. He wasn’t worthy of touching (Y/n’s) shoulder, yet like the horrible person he is, he did. He dirtied the perfect shoulder (Y/n) had. How disgusting of him.

“Yes?”

Tamaki fumbled and held up his pen. “You uh-you dropped this in class earlier...”

“...you sure? I mean,” (Y/n) took the pen, and their warm hand brushed against Tamaki’s fingers so gracefully. It sent shivers down his spine, and he wanted nothing more than to just collapse into (Y/n) and breathe in. “I’m pretty sure I wasn’t using a pen today. But this looks like the brand I buy.”

“U-uh!” Tamaki broke into a cold sweat. “I saw it...drop...out of your bag.”

“Oh.” (Y/n) look at their bag, and at the small hole that was in its side pocket. “There’s a hole..that makes sense. Uh, thanks for returning my pen.”

(Y/n) smiled. Tamaki felt like he was going to die. He didn’t deserve someone so kind and beautiful and caring. Granted, no one did. Not even him.

“Are walking in this direction?” (Y/n) gestured ahead. Tamaki nodded, even though he knew very well his house was blocks away in the opposite direction. He soon found himself walking next to (Y/n) in silence.

He had (Y/n’s) attention. (Y/n) was walking next to him. It’s almost like they were dating already. That’s what lovers do, right? Walk next to eachother?

He wanted nothing more but to just breathe in the scent of (Y/n’s) hair. He wanted to worship (Y/n’s) fingers, he craved the bones in their body, he wanted to praise every single nerve and atom that belonged to (Y/n). He wanted (Y/n) so bad.

He was brought out of his trance when (Y/n) stopped at a crossroads. “My house is this way,” they said.

Tamaki shot back with a “Me too-!” Almost robotically. He wanted to see (Y/n’s) house...and maybe memorize their address. Not in a creepy way, though.

“Well...this is my house, I didn’t know you lived so near to me.”

“Y-yeah.” Tamaki watched as (Y/n) bid him farewell, with an angelic ‘thank you’, and walked off towards their house. Tamaki silently memorized his surroundings, every small flower and potted plant that belonged to the angel that was (Y/n), and finally wrote down (Y/n’s) address with their pen on his hand.

He didn’t know what he would do with this info, if he was honest. But just having it made him feel high.

——

Tamaki was going to do it.

Today was the day he would return the pen.

He thought about it for a while. He loved the pen, he never parted with it, but he needed an excuse to find a way to get closer to (Y/n). He’d say they dropped it out of their bag again and maybe offer to go out for ramen or something. He’d just leave out the part that (Y/n) dropped the pen more than 2 months ago.

Tamaki walked around the U.A. campus with the pen in his hand. He ran his fingers through the barrel of the pen. (Y/n) was no where to be found. They weren’t sitting with their friends like they normally did during lunch, so where could they be?

Tamaki was about to round a corner, when he heard voices talking from the other side. He stopped, about to turn on his heel and leave, when he heard angelic bells ringing. (Y/n’s) lovely voice talking to...whoever they were talking to.

“I-I like you, Hatsumada-kun!”

Tamaki went rigid against the wall. He loved hearing (Y/n’s) lovely voice 24/7, even recoding candid audios of (Y/n) answering questions in class or talking to their friends to listen to while he went to bed, so this was the first time he wished (Y/n) hadn’t said anything.

He was waiting for this Hatsumada guy to speak. Maybe he’d try to catch a glimpse of his face so he could—what was he saying? Intrusive thoughts began to flood his mind. He wanted to punch Hatsumada. He wanted to beat him up. He wanted to murder him.

“...I’m sorry, (L/n)-san. I don’t really see you that way.”

For some reason, Tamaki was even more angry than he would’ve been if Hatsumada had accepted their confession. He pursed his lips, and walked away as quickly as he could. His poor (Y/n), their feelings must be so hurt. How could he?

Tamaki long forgot the pen sitting in his hand, waiting to be returned to its rightful owner.

——

After the third tree came toppling down, Tamaki was beginning to think he’d get charged for property damage.

I mean, it was school property, and it was in the training grounds. Angrily whipping his tentacles around or bucking at trees with horse feet could qualify as ‘training’.

Tamaki was left huffing, glaring down angrily at the fallen, mangled tree. He’d never felt so angry before. He was usually a submissive, “avoid conflict-y”person, and he didn’t get angry much, but he felt so angry he could die.

His poor (Y/n). Having to get rejected by scum like that. But even if that pig had said ‘Yes’, he’d be equally as angry. His beloved (Y/n) didn’t deserve someone as undeserving as him. No one did. No one deserved (Y/n), not even himself.

Momentarily turning his tentacles back into his regular limbs, Tamaki sighed and curled up next to the fallen tree trunk. His hands were bloodied up, his knuckles peeling from when he started punching and slashing at tree before he decided to use his quirk. It was probably the first time he’d been so angry.

Tamaki leaned back against the trunk, laying down on the uncomfortable wood. What was happening to him? He felt so mad he could die. He couldn’t believe he was imagining trees as Hatsumada, as he brutally destroyed them one by one. That wasn’t the actions of a hero...

Rustling from two tall bushes caused Tamaki to shoot up, his tentacles shooting out from his back, and probably ripping his shirt up. He stood alert, his wide eyes searching sporadically through his dark bangs. Finally, a man, whom Tamaki was pretty sure wasn’t a teacher, appeared from the bushes, holding a cane and his free arm up.

“I come in peace, Tamaki Amajiki-san.”

The man had a stylish top hat on, and his face was masked with a flat, white mask with black trim. He had a long coat on, and dark gloves that made him look like a magician.

“W-who are you? This is private property-!”

The man kept walking towards Tamaki. “Are you angry, Tamaki-kun?”

“I-of course I’m mad! You’re trespassing, so I suggest you leave before I call-“

“I’m not talking about that. I’m talking about that boy. The one talking to that person you fancied.”

Tamaki went silent. He let his tentacles falter from their alert position, before suspiciously bringing them back up. “H-h-how do you know that! You stalker!”

“Frankly you’re one to call me a stalker.”

Tamaki broke into a cold sweat. He raised his fists defensively. “I-I’m not a-I’m not-“

“But you are, aren’t you? It’s fun to watch the people you love, isn’t it?” A girl grabbed Tamaki from behind by the shoulders, making him flinch as she smiled widely. “I love it too-I love it so much I want to see the person I love all covered in blood...”

The girl unhanded Tamaki, and stepping in front of him and standing next to the taller, poised man. “But they don’t understand our kind of love, do they? The heroes. They think the way I love people is wrong, and they would think the same for you...”

Tamaki pursed his lips. This was manipulation. They were trying to get into his head somehow, trying to appeal to him, trying to convince him that he was just like the scum they were...

...and it was working.

Tamaki said nothing, though his tightly clenched fists and hinged jaw told a different story. He loved (Y/n). He loved (Y/n) so much it made him crazy. He loved (Y/n) so much it made him want to murder Hatsumada. Simple as that. He was trying to convince himself he didn’t, but the sight of him all bloodied up and misshapen by Tamaki’s bare hands made him shiver.

“Y’know, people will call you a stalker for sure if they saw this.” The man was holding up Tamaki’s school bag, more importantly the scrapbook pasted with printed out photos and pressed objects of (Y/n) littered inside. The man flipped through the pages with care. “I, however, think it’s lovely that you admire someone so much you’d make a whole book dedicated to them. How romantic.”

He found himself agreeing. It was, wasn’t it? He cared so, so much, so how could it be weird or creepy or stalkerish? Tamaki shook his head, shaking the intrusive thoughts from his mind. “N-no! Put that back! Why are you here?!”

“We want to make a deal with you.”

“Me?” Tamaki snarled, backed up against a tree. He hardened his exterior in hope of masking his utter curiosity, especially after their understanding of his feelings for (Y/n). They understood.

“You see, learning information about U.A. is difficult when it’s such a prestigious school. But it would definitely be a lot easier if we had an...inside man feeding it to us.”

Tamaki’s eyes widened. “You want me to betray my school?”

“In Laymans terms, yes.”

“Now why would I ever-!”

“Because they don’t understand us. Once they find out you sneak pictures of this person from outside their window while they sleep, they label you a stalker for sure.” The girl held up Tamaki’s scrapbook, displaying hazy printed photos of (Y/n) through their bedroom window. “But us? We don’t judge. We understand. You just want to admire them, and love them the way you do and not be judged. I want that too.”

The man chimed in. “Your school is a judgmental, horrible place. So help us fix it, and join the LoV.”

Tamaki looked down at his feet. He continued. “You don’t need to join us physically. You may still attend U.A., and we will contact you occasionally, when we need information. And surely we will spare you from harm if we decide to attack, as well your little crush.”

Tamaki couldn’t believe he was actually considering it. Well, he also couldn’t believe how angry he got seeing someone being confessed to, or how obsessive his feelings for (Y/n) became. It was all new to him.

...So what was one thing more?

“I’ll do it. I’ll do it on one condition.”

His decision was based purely on feelings. Nothing of what he was saying was logical. It wasn’t morally correct. Still...

The man and the girl both smiled, looked at each other, and nodded. They turned back to Tamaki, giving him a look to go on.

“If I...when I decide to do something...a-and it makes a mess, or I need covering up in any way, promise you’ll clean up for me. Evidence and all.”

Was he really going to do this?

“Whatever you need, Tamaki-kun.”

He was.

The man tipped his hat, and the girl placed the book back in Tamaki’s hands. “We’ll be in touch. If you do anything heinous, we’ll be there to help aswell. Anything for our new traitor.”

Tamaki felt sick to his stomach.

“...y-you guys are crazy.”

“And you’re a lovesick stalker.”

“...I know.”

Tamaki watched as the two disappeared behind the brush. His knees buckled, as he sat back against the disfigured tree truck, and reached into his bag. He cradled his scrapbook as he fished out (Y/n’s) pen that he loved so much, and stroked it scantily. He huddled in on himself, pressing the pen to his cheek.

Soon.

Soon he’d return (Y/n’s) pen. Right after he murdered Hatsumada.

——————

If y’all didn’t know the man and the girl was mr compress and toga

-Mr. Mizunetzu

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janellion · 4 years

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KAYLAAAAA i am Back ! HSHXH i would like to request hcs of the reader taking care of their drunk boyfriend(s) 👉👈 may i ask for tsukki, bokuto, kuroo, and akaashi? Hdhxbb i hope it's not too much !!! if it is, tsukki and bokuto would do omg aaaAAA i love you so much bb 💞💗💗💗 and idk if i've told you this before already but i LOVE LOVE LOVE your writing like it's one of the best i've ever read !!!! pls stay healthy and safe, i love you!!!!!

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taking care of your drunk!boyfriend hcs

ft. tsukki, bokuto, kuroo, akaashi

tsukki

tsukki doesn’t drink that much but when he does, he gets SOFT

i don’t mean like he’s crying and all over you

but those things that he only usually thinks? like “wow they’re the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen”

he SAYS THEM

and he doesn’t realize that he does, he’s really just thinking out loud and so when you’re all flustered at hearing him being so sweet and honest, words that he usually reserves for tender and special moments, he just quirks an eyebrow like “what? did i say something?”

and you pretend like he didn’t, bc you love hearing the things he has to say

taking care of him involves a lot of,,, tough love

he is stubborn and wants to take care of himself

he only lets you take care of him when you’re firm but sweet with him

speaking of, you’re the ONLY ONE that he let’s take care of him

even though it does take some extra coaxing on your part, anyone else would be outright refused except for you

when you go to pick him up or the boys drop him off, they always seem a little extra tired because they’ve been dealing w drunk tsukki without you and he is DIFFICULT

like “we need to bribe him to get into the car” kind of difficult

but they’re really just bribing him with getting to see you

tsukki isn’t a super cuddly or physically affectionate person, but as soon as he sees you he melts

will draw you in for a hug with those long arms of his and just hold you until he starts swaying and you both fall on the ground

the nights end with him passed out in bed and you gently removing his glasses

he never brings it up the next day bc he’s embarrassed, but he thanks you in his own little ways, whether that’s a tender kiss to your temple as you make him something for his hangover, or your favorite flowers the next time he goes out for errands

a knock on the door pulls you from your current task, piquing your interest and making you wonder — isn’t it a little late for them to be back? i figured kei would just stay with kuroo. as you head to the front door, you peek your head through the window to see none other than your tall slightly red faced boyfriend batting away the presumably helpful hand that kuroo is offering him.

as soon as you open the door and tsukki’s eyes land on you, the annoyed and frustrated look on his face melts into one of calm adoration. he takes a step through the threshold, placing a large slender hand on your shoulder, drawing you into his chest and inhaling the scent of your hair.

you look at kuroo over tsukki’s shoulder, suppressing a grin as you see kuroo’s growing. “you should have heard him on the way here, he was so excited to see you,” he comments to you under his breath as he moves to head back to the boys leaning against his car in varying levels of intoxication.

you shoot him a “good luck!” as he walks away before the door slams, blocking kuroo’s retreating back. you try and pull away from tsukki, only to feel him pull you in closer in response.

“those guys were pissing me off,” you hear tsukki’s voice muffled into into your hair. you can’t help but smile at the softness in his voice despite the harshness of his words.

“let’s get you to bed,” you laugh softly, prying his arms ground around your waist and holding his hands in yours between you.

as you go to walk down the hall, tsukki’s grip on your hands tightens as he pulls you back to him, bringing one hand to your check and the other to the small of your back.

he looks at you intensely through his glasses, face slightly flushed, but eyes soft and mouth slipping into a small smile.

“you’re the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen”

+++

bokuto

i’ve written a bit abt drunk!bo here BUT yk i can always go off abt my hubby

OK SO bokuto is one of those “i’m myself but x100” kind of drunks

he is so excited and enthusiastic about things when he’s in a good mood

but he’s so down in the dumps and sad if he’s in a bad mood

fortunately!! you are always there to manage his moods, whether that’s extreme elation or intense sadness

a smile from you or a squeeze of your hand is all it takes to bring him back to his normal cheerful and exuberant self

BUT i hope that you don’t mind shirtless!bokuto (who could???) bc this man is CONSTANTLY TAKING HIS SHIRT OFF WHEN HE DRINKS

on the rare occasions where he goes out with tanaka, these two get kicked out of places SO FAST for public indecency

taking care of drunk!bokuto is a pretty involved affair

as soon as he sees you or the guys drop him back off to you, he is running full speed toward you, often forgetting his size and underestimating his speed

you’ve learned after the first few times that you need to brace yourself for impact bc he has crashed into you more times than you can count

this often results in you either on your back on the floor, or bo sweeping you up in a giant hug as he squeezes you tightly

the man REFUSES to take care of himself, does not want to eat or drink water until you offer it to him

if you bribe him w a kiss? man will do anything

the reason why he refuses to take care of himself? he just wants to spend time w you and shower you with love and affection!!

you’re trying to brush your teeth? good thing you only need one hand bc bo is holding the other!

trying to fix the bed? good luck bc bo has his arms around your waist and is nuzzling his face into your neck

fortunately, drunk!bo is also very sleepy, so after a lot of hand holding and hugging and wildly affectionate and inappropriate compliments, he is ready to pass out

unfortunately, he’s only able to fall asleep with you in his arms, so i hope your phone is charged!!

also, get ready to take a shower in the morning bc drunk!bokuto DROOLS

it’s ok tho bc he’s so cute abt it in the morning & will DEFINITELY insist on showering w you to help you,,, clean off 👀

a loud cry rings through the neighborhood prompting loud “shhhh” noises from the boys around your boyfriend. you smile in amusement as you look out the front window at the scene before you.

bokuto just dropped his phone as he was getting out of the car and proceeded to drop onto his knees, face buried in his hands as he cries out, “NOO WHAT DID I DO THEYRE GONE KUROO GONEEE,” as he gingerly picks up his phone and looks at the lock screen.

even from your vantage point in the house you can see the barely concealed snicker fhat escapes kuroo’s lips as he gestures to tsukki to help heft the large crying man to his feet.

“bro, i promise [Name] is fine, that’s just your lock screen, they’re in the house.” at this point kuroo pauses and looks up, seeing your face in lit up in the window.

“bo, look! they’re right there! why don’t you go give the door your secret knock and see them?” kuroo says, pointing to you at the window.

of course, you can’t hear this, but you do see the way that bokuto’s eyes light up as he brings his gaze to meet yours, and the wide smile that’s already across his previously tear-stained face.

with that, he is running full speed to the front door, and you barely have time to process the change in mood before you hear your signature shared secret knock on the front door.

laughing in anticipation, you throw the door open at the finish of the knock, only to be wrapped up in two sturdy arms, bo feet your lifting off the ground in his excitement.

finally setting you down, he looks at you with shining eyes, the grin on his face spreading with every passing second.

“i missed you”

+++

kuroo

so poor kuroo is usually stuck as the designated driver (he switches off with akaashi)

when he does get to drink though? his nerdy and flirty sides come out in the BEST possible way

he loves to use chemistry pick up lines on you, whether you’re out on the town together or you’re cuddled up in your bed after he gets dropped off for the night

you’ll be playing with his hair or he’ll be playing with yours and all of a sudden he’ll pull away and all the warning you’ll get is a slight glint in his eye and the traces of a mischievous smile as he says:

Do you have 11 protons? Cause your sodium fine

You must be a compound of beryllium and barium...because your a total BaBe

as soon as the lines are out of his mouth you can feel heat rushing up your neck and cheeks as your eyes widen slightly

kuroo always laughs gently, a light blush coloring his cheeks as he pulls away

he loves to do this bc it always yields his favorite sight: you flustered and embarassed at his sudden flirtatiousness

kuroo is pretty responsible so you don’t really,,, need to take care of him?

but you DO get to listen to a lot of really entertaining stories about things that have happened throughout the night he spent out with the boys

he likes to lay his head in your lap with his eyes closed as you run your fingers through his hair and gently massage his scalp, humming gently and laughing as he recounts the tales of his night

you WILL have to convince him to go to bed tho bc drunk!kuroo wants to stay up ALL NIGHT and spend time with you, cuddling and watching tv or some movies (he WILL try and convince you to watch a fun documentary)

but you’ll have to resist his charms and pickup lines

he does NOT make it easy on you though

will even go as far as to lay on the ground and make you drag him to your bedroom, barely concealing his laughter

he’ll eventually take pity on you and walk with you to the bedroom, but not before swinging his arm over your shoulder and leaning a bunch of his weight on you (he can’t make it too easy!)

the night always ends with the two of you facing each other, his arm slung over your waist as he traces every inch of your face with his eyes

you hear the loud honk of a horn as you receive a “here” text from your boyfriend. you open the door, not sure what to expect since it’s been quite some time since kuroo actually let loose.

you definitely weren’t expecting a grinning bokuto with his hand around kuroo’s waist as your dark haired boyfriend grinned at you with a mischievous look in his eye.

“[Name]!” bokuto exclaims in his signature booming and excited voice. “Your boyfriend here was practicing lines on me all night to get ready to see you,” he says, laughter in his voice.

“bro, you weren’t supposed to tell them!” kuroo turns to bokuto, eyebrows slightly furrowed, “it was supposed to be a surprise!”

bokuto simply laughs and shakes his head, removing his arm from around kuroo’s waist and going to clap you on the shoulder. “good luck,” he says with a wink before walking back to the car, yelling at a slightly flushed akaashi that “he’s next!”

with bokuto gone, all of kuroo’s attention is on you. the mischievous look on his eye has been replaced by one that’s softer, full of love and adoration. his smile, however, still slightly betrays the rest of his face as he leans in close to you, arm resting on one side of your face as the other goes to his hip.

“You must be related to Alfred Nobel, because baby you are dynamite!” slips past his lips and you can’t help but laugh, heat rushing to your face as you take in his words.

his suaveness, however, falters as he loses his balance and crashes into you through the threshold.

he pulls back from you, face lingering inches from yours as he grins again.

“Even if there wasn't gravity on earth, I'd still fall for you”

+++

akaashi

similar to kuroo, akaashi is often the designated driver or signature “responsible friend”

when he DOES go more wild it’s because someone bokuto convinces him to do something crazy for some reason his bachelor party

on those nights where he does participate more in shenanigans, he gets SOFT

not in the same way that tsukki or bokuto get soft, but in a very special way that is Signature Akaashi

the guys will drop him off and they will all be waving and smiling at you, faces soft

akaash’s softness is infectious and inspiring, and all of them are going to go home to their own partners and be extra soft and sweet bc of him and his love for you

akaashi’s love language is quality time, and this is never more obvious than on the nights when you’re taking care of him after a fun night out with the boys

he just wants to be with you, whether that be on the couch as you finish up your book or show, talking to you as you shower for the night, or at the kitchen table as you have a midnight snack

his eyes soften and drink in the sight of you under the bright kitchen lights, or the soft glow of the tv, or through the foggy mirror of the bathroom

anything you ask of him is yours, so taking care of him is very easy

you’re both in bed as soon as you’d like to be, whether that’s one hour or five hours after he gets done with the boys

this is bc all akaashi wants to do is hold you in his arms and look at you, whispering into the quiet space between you how much he loves you and how much you mean to him

he’s not usually big on being very affectionate with his words, so when he says them, you KNOW he means them more than anything

even though he was the one that went out, he’s always the last one to fall asleep bc he wants to memorize the way you look in this exact moment, and tuck it away into his collection of favorite memories

your phone buzzes on the couch next to you, drawing your attention from the show you put on as you wait for your boyfriend to get dropped off.

accepting the phone and bringing it to your ear, you hear the calm and deep voice of the man you know and love.

“hi love, we’re almost to the house,” rings through the speaker. a chorus of “AWWWHS” and “OOOOHS” echo in the background as you hear the unmistakable voices of the boys in the car. a smile tugs at your lips at the shenanigans, and widens at akaashi’s soft chuckle. “see you soon,” you say as you hear the sound of a car pull up.

making your way to the door, you open it to reveal the slightly flushed face of your boyfriend as he gets out of the car, accepting the hand that bokuto offers in assistance.

the softness in akaashi’s eyes is unmistakable as he makes his way toward you, his gaze never straying from your face.

bokuto chuckles behind him, waving briefly at akaashi’s back before walking around to the front of the car.

as akaashi reaches the front step, he wraps an arm around your waist and brings you in for a soft but firm kiss, pulling away with a gentle smile and shining eyes.

the “OOOHS” and “AHHHS” ring out from the car again, but there’s a softness to them.

regardless, you pay them no mind as you look into akaashi’s eyes, a small smile playing on your lips.

“it’s nice to see you too,” you say through a grin.

“i’ve been wanting to do that all night”

☽

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permanentlyexhaustedpossum · 3 years

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Madatobi - The More You Know: A gift for peppymint1986

I posted but forgot to @ ppl. Sorry! @madatobigiftexchange @peppymint1986

Elements:

Miscommunication, Scantily clad men, public indecency

Inspiration:

Marriage Hunt, Red eyes are blessed, Hostage for peace

Music:

Part 1: {The Moon over the Ruined Castle - Japanese Folk Music : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7IqryOGvLAE}

Part 2: {Final Fantasy X - Hymn of the Faith [mashup] : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aOiWCXzrBq4}

Part 3 & 4: {Most Wondrous Battle Music: "And The Sky Shall Unfold" by Johannes Bornlöf : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bP4eWOEnY9Y}

It wasn't his intention to get caught. In fact he shouldn't have gotten caught at all. Tobirama sat bewildered at what was happening, staring at the fine silk robes on the four mattress tall futon surrounded by flowers. As if this counted as being "caught." He looked down at his wrists, bound by chakra seals in cuffs that would have been mistaken for beautiful bangles had they not been chained together. Where did the Uchiha get such luxuries? They always looked less off than the Senju in battle. He huffed, thinking about the Uchiha's lack of armor, the recycling of used kunai and senbon. The way most of their people wore old sandals. He'd noticed. And he was sure Hashirama had noticed too. Maybe that was why he always held back against Madara.

Right. Madara. The one who had caught him. Tobirama sighed internally, then rubbed his face waiting for the genjutsu to wear off.

Except it didn't. The beautiful robes and flowers were still there. The four futons were still there. And here he was, barely dressed in what appeared to be some kind of expensive fabric in a way he'd never seen anyone dress before.

"You look confused." A familiar voice barked, laughing. Tobirama sneered, looking behind him and Izuna smirked in return.

"Shouldn't you be dead?"

"On the contrary. I think my act worked rather well. Even Aniki didn't figure it out until we returned from battle." Tobirama made a face. Izuna had always been a crafty rat but to not let his brother in on a plan, well, that's just risky on Izuna's part. He turned fully to face him and the Uchiha spoke again. "It was the only way I could separate you from your people."

"Be done with this farce, Izuna." Tobirama growled. "I was prepared to die when I came here gathering intel."

"Die?" Izuna tilted his head. "Oh no, Senju. You've got it all wrong. You're not going to die. It's going to be far worse."

"So torture then? Be plain, Izuna."

"Ooo, so familiar, Tobirama-san." Izuna snickered mockingly. "You're a hostage for peace."

A beat.

"Is that what all this is for? A bribery?" A pale hand gestured to the extravagance. The younger Uchiha brother shoved off the open door frame and strode into the room.

"Nope. That would be preparation for the Marriage Hunt."

"The _what_?" Tobirama's voice dropped several octaves, a dangerous and threatening tone.

"The m-a-r-r-i-a-g-e h-u-n-t." Izuna drawled, grinning from ear to ear, all teeth. Red eyes narrowed at the man before him.

"Marriage to whom? I'm assuming you mean me as one of the intended parties."

"I do." Izuna sighed, "If only you'd been a woman. This would have worked out perfectly for everyone involved." He shrugged, running a hand through his bangs.

"And why is that?" Tobirama's wheels were turning already. If being a woman would get him out of this, he'd have no choice but to use _that_ jutsu. He frowned internally, it wasn't like it wasn't useful, because it was. He had, on more than one occasion, used his disguise jutsu to turn himself into a beautiful naked woman to gather intel. He just hated being anyone else. And a sexy jutsu just wouldn't be-

"Well, then you could bear heirs."

Tobirama's mind skidded to a halt, screeching at painful speeds into a flaming dumpster of chaos.

"What." Was all he managed to get out before Izuna started laughing. His mood quickly soured. "Your jokes are not appreciated-"

"Who said it was a joke? I was being honest-"

"Izuna." A deeper voice cut the air like a hot knife and both men turned to see Madara standing in the doorway. Tobirama's eyes were quick to assess the situation. A just bathed Madara in sleeping yukata with his hair braided, most likely for bed as Tobirama assumed his hair would tangle like Hashirama's throughout the night. He looked slightly flushed, as if maybe he had been training before hand? Or maybe he'd soaked too long in a hot spring. Madara cleared his throat. "Don't you have somewhere to be?" Izuna looked from his brother to Tobirama before exiting the room without another word. Silence fell into his empty space and Tobirama waited for the boisterous yelling that always commenced between Madara and his brother to erupt into this scenario.

But it didn't. "Are the accommodations to your liking?" A very quiet Madara inquired, throwing the albino for a loop.

"No. I would prefer a dungeon. Perhaps be bound with rope like any other normal captive." His eyes narrowed. Madara's face twisted, and for a moment Tobirama thought he might laugh but he just sighed instead, irritated.

"You're not a normal captive."

"I'm not some stolen princess."

"Right." A long pause by the Uchiha. "Suppose I should fill you in then, Prince."

The Senju scoffed, attempting to fold his arms but unable to do so with the chained bracelets and instead awkwardly let his arms hang. Madara continued, not moving an inch toward Tobirama. "This is no bribery. Though I suppose it looks that way. You're a hostage for peace. I should take care of Hashirama's little brother, keeping him safe, Hashirama is most likely to agree to our terms of peace instead of a Senju dominated treaty." Madara was making sense however,

"That doesn't explain the misuse of clan funds for such luxuries. And I know you don't make enough money personally for all this." Tobirama wasn't intending to be mean, it was just a fact.

"You'd be wrong. On both accounts." He paused. "I have been saving my mission funds since I was eight. Every Uchiha does for a time such as this."

Now Tobirama was really confused as he was sure it was plastered all over his face. Madara looked him in the eyes. "For their intended bride."

"I am no bride." Tobirama snarled, teeth and eyes sharp, feeling his defenses raise like a cornered wolf.

"No? I guess I'll settle for a groom."

"_You_?" The albino was exasperated now.

"Yes. Me. You will be marrying me, groom." Madara stated plainly.

Tobirama's mind whirled to life again. So Izuna set this up, acting as if he was mortally wounded to lure a Senju here in the hopes it would be him, to capture him as a hostage and force him to politically marry his brother.

"Why not just ask?" Tobirama confessed his curiosity. Political marriages between feuding clans or lands often brought peace along with it and though his family had never considered the option because the Uchiha head family was also all boys, it was clear the Uchiha didn't carry such prejudices among them if their Head had preferences such as ... this. But the look on Madara's face was nothing short of offended.

"Like you would have agreed to this otherwise." He growled. "I'm no idiot, Tobirama. It is and always will be an intellectual battle of strategy with you." Though Tobirama was always matched against Izuna, he couldn't help but feel a bit prideful that his prowess was acknowledged by someone else of Hashirama's caliber. Then again, he should have known. Madara was no fool indeed.

"What makes you think I'll agree now?"

"You will." Madara seemed sure of himself, which in any other situation Tobirama might have admired such a trait but right now it scratched at his last nerve. He huffed in return. "Sleep well, groom. Your room is guarded by the best Uchiha have to offer and a priest. I don't suggest making a break for it either. If you care about your brother's peace, you'll play nice for at least a few days. Give yourself an opportunity to see things from our perspective." Madara turned, back to Tobirama, a bold move for a shinobi then looked over his shoulder at him. "By the way, you look delightful." His eyes spun red and Tobirama instinctively looked at his throat instead, mind spinning, confused and wondering what that meant. He looked up when the door shut and he finally was alone again.

Part 2:

Madara was beside himself when he caught Tobirama sneaking into the compound after Izuna's supposed injury. The albino clearly didn't mean to get caught but Izuna had laid enough traps that both Madara and Tobirama would run into each other on purpose. The surprise on both their faces sent Izuna cackling right into the koi pond.

He sighed, looking over at the Uchiha children, too young for battle, scampering around the scantily clad Tobirama and asking him a million questions about his appearance. Apparently, the Senju thought him a monster.

"I am just a man."

"But you're so pale!"

"How'd you get a blank Sharingan?"

"Why's your hair white? Are you old?"

Madara laughed to himself. Surely Tobirama didn't expect this kind of treatment but to say Madara was entertained by it was an understatement. He paused outside the temple waiting for Tobirama to catch up.

"Persistent."

"They're eager to learn."

"Do you not teach them of the White Demon?" Tobirama spat. Dark eyes looked at his contemplative for a moment.

"No." Was all he said, leading Tobirama inside the temple.

Tobirama admitted to himself, he'd never seen a temple like this one before. Long black drapery hung from its rafters, a simple washing basin at the entrance.

"Follow my lead and try not to be disrespectful." Madara chimed, moving to the washing basin, systematically washing his hands and face then praying and shrouding his face with a black veil. When Tobirama did the same, a gloved hand reached and stopped him, handing him a white veil instead. He frowned. Insistently, Madara shook it at him silently. Tobirama rolled his eyes and took it, putting it over his head and following Madara behind the fabrics and soft candle light.

A large statue of a woman emerged, surrounded by flowers of crimson color and other Uchiha, the men shrouded like Madara, the women were not. They didn't look up at him. All except the male at the front, unveiled, a priest Tobirama supposed. A priest that bowed to him when he entered. The albino attempted to bow in return when the priest stopped him,

"No. Among all the people here, it is you who is most honored." The look of confusion on his face made Madara snicker. The priest continued, "You seem puzzled, Moonchild."

"Very."

"I will recount for you then." The priest nodded to Madara who left Tobirama's side and knelt in prayer next to his kin, "Our lineage hails from Indra and his wife, Amaterasu." He gestured to the woman. "It is from Indra we received our eyes but from Amaterasu we gained our love."

Red eyes gazed up at the woman holding the infant in her arms. The priest continued, "After the death of his brother, Ashura-"

A lie. Ashura lived and Indra died.. Ashura is Senju lineage.. Tobirama thought to himself, listening.

"Amaterasu was heavy with child and was kidnapped for the unborn child's potential." It didn't take a genius to know where this was headed and Tobirama stiffened. "The child was taken from her before it's due time and it didn't make it. In her rage, Amaterasu burned the entire valley with black flame that none could extinguish. When she returned to Indra, in her distraught, she thought she would never again bear a child." A long pause. "But she was wrong. She was blessed with a Moonchild. The babe grew and from her, our clan was born. A child with skin as pale as the moon, eyes like red stones, and hair as white as snow."

Tobirama wasn't an idiot. This was a description of him.

"So, naturally, we hail Moonchildren as blessed. As heaven sent. And you, even though you're the enemy, to kill a Red Eyed Moonchild will bring the wrath of Amaterasu down upon us."

It all made sense now. Tobirama looked up at the rubies that was set as the child's eyes. The reason why most Uchiha would never touch him, only retaliating out of fear of their lives. The whole reason why Izuna never outright killed him when he had the chances. Why this whole situation had occurred. Silently, he looked at the priest. "Only women are permitted to speak in here. Of course besides myself and.. well.. you." The Uchiha were making more sense with each day and part of him hated that they did. He just wanted to go back to when it was a simpler time, attacking the enemy just because they were the enemy and not understanding them at their core.

The women, less of them in battle than Senju, were guardians of the home, the most powerful and most protected by the Uchiha men. The reverence they have for their women, the understanding they have of life and death. And the way they gazed upon him as if their very insides were confused. He barely noticed when he and Madara returned to the head house.

"They're conflicted." Madara spoke at last, escorting Tobirama to his captive room, almost as if reading his mind. "People like you... are a blessing and they think the Senju have been blessed above us. They lost hope when you entered battle against us."

The silver and gold bangles clinked as Tobirama entered the room, contemplating all he'd seen and heard in the past few days. "They seem to have hope before my capture."

"That-" Madara began, standing in the doorway, "-is because of me." And with that, he closed the door, leaving Tobirama sneering to himself of how self-absorbed Madara really must be.

Part 3:

"You've got it all wrong."

"What do I have wrong, Izuna?" Tobirama sneered, it was the end of day three and he had yet to decide for himself what he would do.

"Aniki said we lost hope seeing you in battle, but he never said he was the one to bring us hope. He said it was because of him we have hope."

"You're speaking in circles." Red eyes narrowed, sitting on the floor, still refusing to use the many luxuries provided to him in the room.

"He said he'd bring you to our side. Well, more specifically, he said he'd marry you."

"Excuse me?" The albino pursed his lips, "You expect me to believe that your brother said that when he was a child?"

"I don't expect you to believe anything." Izuna set the very plain cloth down on the floor. "He said he would. We all laughed because of course, it wouldn't work. You're a male. But it occurred to me.. that marriages don't require children to be valid." The younger said, as if he'd had a revelation. "Political marriage specifically. So here we are." He put his hands on his hips, waiting for the answer.

Tobirama sighed, he'd seen and heard many things in the past few days, most of which did in fact, sway his original opinion of the bloodthirsty Uchiha he'd grown to hate and respect over the years. They were a clan gripped by a love deeper than the Senju, crazed with the pain that losing that love brings. It was Hashirama's dream, this peace. Tobirama could never really imagine it in his head, but he could theorize on how to accomplish such a feat. Many policies, many treaties, and so so much trust would be needed. But this... this capture turned everything on it's head. He could single handedly stop this centuries' old war. Him. The second born of the Senju Head. Not the Mokuton User. Not the first born, his brother who shone like the sun and commanded respect with his very presence.

Him. A child of water and moonlight and darkness.

It was a long moment before he reached for the garment silently. He could hear Izuna's breath hitch. Was he really going to do this?

"Tell me how it works."

Part 4:

When he stepped out into the open with Izuna wearing only the loin cloth provided, he held his head high and walked straight to Madara. Surprised, the Uchiha flushed an interesting pink from his face down his chest, which only made Tobirama's eyes wander. They were dressed the same, and as per Izuna's instructions, everything looked to be in order. "Betrothed." Tobirama drawled bored like.

"You're going through with it?"

"Yes. Hashirama isn't the only one who wants children to stop dying." Tobirama huffed, hand waving. "Though I've never entertained the thought of a man before." Madara raised a brow. "There isn't much time for such things in war."

That was a lie, Madara knew quite well that sexual encounters were not just the norm in war time, it was honestly the quickest and most effective way to blow off steam. Every shinobi had done it if not with both sexes, then at least one or the other but from the look on Tobirama's face, he was unfazed. "Have you ever..."

"I don't think I need to be here for this conversation," Izuna nearly yelled to not hear whatever response had tumbled out of Tobirama's mouth. "Okay you've got your instructions. The marriage hunt begins now. Get going!" He flickered away and like that, the two men were standing nearly naked and alone at the forest edge of camp.

"We need to get going before they catch us." Tobirama only nodded at Madara's remark, gesturing for him to lead the way. With that, Madara darted into the forest, Tobirama on his heels. It was intensely quiet for a long period of time, Madara scanning the forest with his Sharingan as they put space between them and the compound. He paused on a branch, pulling Tobirama into a hollowed tree trunk with him. Except he didn't account for Tobirama's height and his eyes widened when the albino's head smacked on the opening with the force of his pull. A pale hand went up to hold his face and Madara tried not to laugh, listening to see if the loud thud had given them away. Tobirama looked unimpressed, but followed him into the tight space, surprised at just how bulky Madara's torso was compared to his own. Chest to chest, they hid inside the trunk, whispering and keeping their senses open.

"I sense fourteen at seven position." Tobirama whispered.

"They're not close enough for me to see yet." Madara looked back at the pale chest before him in the dark, trying not to flush again with their proximity.

"What's your plan?"

"I say we cross into Nara territory and wait out the rest of the day. The sun is rising." Tobirama scoffed looking bewildered at his shorter companion.

"I am NOT hiding nearly naked in NARA territory even if it is for peace."

"You could always hide fully naked." Madara immediately looked away as both of them flushed and scowled. "If we don't hide, we'll spend all day running and by night fall, the clan will be upon us. And I know their tenacity. They'll keep coming until we're both captured and if we want peace, we can't let that happen."

"Then we go north into the mountains."

"Are you crazy? It's nearly winter and you want to go into the mountains, in less than a fundoshi?"

"There's a hot spring-" Madara pulled Tobirama down to his knees, nearly flush with his waist as the top of the trunk was shattered over them. Ignoring the placement of his face so close to an erogenous zone, Tobirama took the initiative and lifted Madara onto his shoulder, bounding upwards as kunai trailed after them.

He picked up speed, silently thanking the gods that Hashirama had grown into the thick tree trunk brother he became or Tobirama would have never gained the strength to pick Madara up like this and bound away. With Madara using wind jutsu to cut down trees to block the way of his kin as he berated Tobirama for carrying him like a sack of rice, the sun seemed to spark brighter over the horizon and through the leaves. Suddenly, the albino tumbled forward, nearly planting them both into a cliff face and dropped Madara who squawked as he not so graciously caught himself on a hanging rock.

"What the hell, Senju?!"

"I should be asking you the same." Tobirama spat, holding onto another rock.

"I was helping you!"

"By hitting me with wind jutsu?"

"By propelling us forward faster!" Tobirama paused, a tactical moment when he realized Madara wasn't just limply hanging onto him, he was trying to work with him the only way he knew how. He opened his mouth to respond when a fire jutsu flashed between the two hanging on the side of the cliff and they both bolted upwards for the edge to keep going.

"You should have warned me you'd use that tactic!"

Madara just gave his companion a dirty look as they raced through the next bout of trees, fire licking at their heels. It wasn't long before they both broke through to the other side, right into a farmer's field. "Where the hell are we?"

"Oh gods damn it." Tobirama face palmed, then turned. "They're right behind us. Hurry."

"W-what?!" Madara squawked as Tobirama yanked him through the rice field, past the very confused farmer and into the bushes on the other side.

"They'll have to slow down through the field or risk burning it." Tobirama raised his voice over the sound of the wind as they ran, Madara too focused on the hand grasping his wrist to do anything about it.

"And we just-"

"Izuna didn't say we couldn't be seen. He said we couldn't be caught."

"That's not the point-"

"Then what's the point?" Tobirama looked around, engrossed in the chase now, body flexing as they stopped for a moment to reconsider their surroundings and listen for their hunters. Madara's eyes wandered over the companion before him and huffed, tearing his eyes away to scan the perimeter of their line of sight.

"It's not about the chase. Well it is but-"

"Izuna said-"

"Izuna didn't say-"

The two jumped as they were interrupted by a hailstorm of senbon. Madara tackled Tobirama, and the two rolling down a hill into a creek, fall leaves jumping into the air as they went. Madara groaned, now they were wet and cold, and- his brain stopped when they stood up and Tobirama looked around.

"What's wrong with you?" The albino snapped his fingers in Madara's face who blinked and suddenly looked up.

"You uh.."

"I what? Spit it out, Uchiha."

"You lost your cloth."

Tobirama's lips pursed as he decidedly did not look down to check and tried to decidedly not blush at his nakedness. He could hear Madara swallow. "Not something you like?" He hissed, touchy about the subject of his body.

"On the contrary." Madara cleared his throat, "You're quite gifted-" He ducked as another senbon went whizzing over his head. "But we can discuss who's riding who later-" Red enveloped Tobirama's entire body leaving him less agile than he'd like, especially when Madara snatched him up and took off running away from the approaching Uchiha trying to stop them. All he could think now was how nice peace would be. No running. No fighting. A warm body to wake up to.. and maybe.. just maybe someone to banter with.

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