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amhrosina · 1 year

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short fic about reader comforting frank after he fails to save a girl who looks like reader!!!!!!!!!!! ANGST PLEASEEEEE (and also smut is okay with me if you want to)

Safe and Sound

(Frank Castle x f!Reader)

a/n: y'all i based this off of safe and sound by taylor swift so uhhh angst ahead

warnings: angsty as hell, canon typical frank stuff - violence, blood, etc., smut but with decorum!!!!, lmfao they do it on the kitchen floor where is said decorum???, anyways some religious imagery, frank just loves reader so much, reader sort of worships frank (who wouldn't??))

I remember tears streaming down your face when I said, "I'll never let you go"

When all those shadows almost killed your light

I remember you said, "Don't leave me here alone"

But all that's dead and gone and passed tonight

Just close your eyes, the sun is going down

You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now

Come morning light, you and I'll be safe and sound

It was all very simple, really, when it came to Frank. The shrill of your phone in the middle of the night, tearing out of your rumpled sheets, rubbing the blur out of your half-lidded eyes and running, running, to his apartment, which was only four blocks from yours. It was so, so simple. He needed you, so you would be there.

He was covered in blood, hunched over the kitchen sink, heaving into the drain when you found him. A mixture of blood, sweat, and tears fell from his ghostly pale face onto the counter, staining it crimson. You froze, only for a moment, only to assess the carnage in front of you, and lunged toward him, pressing cool hands to his searing skin.

He trembled against you, clutching at your body, your skin, anything that was an extension of you with blood coated hands. His legs gave out, a muffled sob leaving his throat as his knees slammed into the tile.

“Frank, baby, what happened?” You gasped, cradling his head against your stomach.

In a quick movement born of a desperate desire to touch you, his hands ran the length of your body, cupping the back of your knees and tugging, sending you crashing against him on the floor. Your knees straddled either side of his legs, and he used his leverage to crush your body against his in a bear hug.

“Frankie, are you okay?” You murmured, running a soothing hand through his hair and down the back of his neck.

He tightened his hold on you, pulling you impossibly closer to him. A shuddering breath released through his clenched teeth before he finally looked up at you. Your stomach dropped at the sight. The warmth that usually coated his gaze was nowhere to be found. When you looked at him, you weren’t face to face with your Frank. Staring back at you was the cold, dead eyes of the punisher.

And yet, the longer you looked, the more you could see the cracks in his façade - the ones he tried so hard to bury when he left the apartment at night. A mixture of fear and relief stirred in his dark eyes, and all at once you felt both exposed and comforted under his gaze.

“Talk to me.” You softly encouraged, cradling your hands around his jaw.

“She looked like you.” He mumbled, searching for the remnants of himself in your gaze.

“Who did, baby?” You pressed him further.

“They had a woman,” he swallowed thickly, “She was half dead when I got there. I couldn’t get to her in time.” He shook his head, briefly closing his eyes. “She looked like you, and I lost it. I tore them to shreds with my bare hands.”

He began to tremble again, and you watched as his eyes grew watery. You didn’t gawk, or scoff, or push away from him like many people would if they knew the brutality his hands were capable of inflicting on others. You didn’t move at all, becoming the steady rock that he so desperately needed tonight. You would not balk at his rage. You would not falter in the face of carnage.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about it being you.” His voice cracked, and the ghost of a tear slid down his cheek. “I would burn the world if it were you.” He growled, a hint of his fury slipping through his tone. His grip on you tightened as the memories of the night resurfaced.

“It wasn’t me, baby.” You breathed, running a thumb over the stubble that had built up on his face. “I’m right here. I’m safe.” His arms reflexively tightened around your waist at the word ‘safe’, as though he had to remind himself that you were physically in his arms, the safest place in the world for you. “I’m safe with you.” You murmured, ghosting a kiss over his swollen cheekbone.

He snaked a hand up your spine, wrapping his hand around the back of your head. For a moment, the world ceased to exist. It was just you and Frank, wrapped in each other, soaked in the consequences of his perilous night. A single tear slid down his cheek. He broke the spell between you by pulling your lips down to his in a feverish kiss. His tongue scraped against your lips, a question and a desperate plead.

“Need you, baby.” He mumbled against your lips. And that was all it took.

You opened yourself to him, grinding down into his lap with a ferocity only reserved for wild, untethered nights like this one. He tugged at your shirt, nearly tearing it off your torso, and groaned when your nipples perked at the cool air. His hands roamed the length of your body, and something about his gentle pushes and pulls as he explored your skin told you it was not just out of carnal lust, but out of a desire to touch every living aspect of you. A gentle reminder that you were, in fact, safe and in his arms.

“So soft, sweetheart.” he breathed, pressing a line of kisses down your jawline and onto your neck. “Can’t believe you’re all mine.”

“‘m all yours, Frankie.” You arched into his touch, a breathy moan snaking its way out of your mouth and into the world around you. He tugged your pants down as you fumbled with his belt, and even though he was still mostly dressed, and your pants were sitting at a wild angle on your shins, the spark that he had ignited forced you to sink down onto him, grunting through the stretch and leaning into his chest like the devout do when they pray.

You excused the lewdness of your thoughts, though you also felt like they perfectly described the relationship between the two of you. Frank Castle was your God, and you would worship him like this for the rest of your life.

It didn’t matter that it was three in the morning, or that Frank’s demons were spectating this joining, or that Frank’s kitchen was covered in blood. All that mattered in that moment was the way your skin felt against Frank’s. The way you moved as a unit, seducing the pleasure out of each other slowly. The way you uncoiled around him, exploding in a desperate prayer to be full of him him him. The way his low, rough moans sparked another explosion as he answered your prayers a few minutes later.

Sweat clung to both of your foreheads, and even though there were far more comfortable positions that you could switch to, you and Frank didn’t move as your gazes met – the helpless love and worship so plain and obvious in your eyes. Your bodies remained joined for a long while, breaths and heartrates returning to normal.

When you finally moved, it was only to stumble into the shower, scrubbing the crimson stained skin until it was rubbed raw, but clean. You both fell into Frank’s bed, the late hour and chaos of the night finally catching up with your antics. He pulled you against him and pressed a warm kiss to your forehead as he wrapped his arms around you. You had told him once that this position made you feel invincible because you knew it was the safest place on earth, and he hadn’t forgotten it.

“No one can hurt you.” He promised, the ghost of the whisper carrying from his lips to the shell of your ear. “You’re safe here, with me.”

And you always would be.

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chapel-of-rizztual · 2 months

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rizz you fucked me up so bad with that swissalps gape and fisting I- I can't function it's so bad I swear but also... I need more. please. begging you on my knees. gimme more nasty swissalps pleaseeeee

…I’m so sorry

Mountain whines as he rocked his hips back in Swiss’ fingers. The mulit ghoul had him on his hands and knees, his hands bound and tied to the headboard of his own bed, while his thighs were forced apart by a spreader bar so he could fill Mountain as much as he wanted without the earth ghoul stopping him.

“How- ah fuck- how many is that?” Mountain stammers as it feels like Swiss pushing yet another finger into him.

Behind him, Swiss laughs and crooks his fingers upward making Mountain gasp.

“That’s five, sunflower. Almost got my whole hand in there again.”

Mountains clit twitches where it’s rapidly filling, hard and heavy between his thighs. He groans, his head falling forward so his forehead is resting on the bedsheets between his elbows.

“I can’t- I can’t take that again.”

Swiss smirks, pulling his fingers out for a second just to plunge them back in. Mountains back arches and he gargles out something inaudible.

“Oh, but I think you can. In fact, sunflower, I know you can.”

Swiss pushes his fingers in even deeper, letting Mountains rim swallow up his knuckles. He pauses there for a second before pushing a little deeper, until he has his hand halfway in.

“You’re halfway there already, sunflower. I’m sure you can take more.”

Mountain keens, his hips twitching, like he’s not sure if he wanted to pull away or not.

“Fuck, so full. Feel so full already.”

“Yeah, baby?” Swiss hums, spreading Mountains thighs further apart so he can see his hand disappearing into him. “You like taking my whole hand? Like being so full you can’t move? Can’t even think?”

“Ah, fuck Swiss.” Mountains voice goes high pitched and he squeezes his eyes closed. “I want- I need- please. Swiss, please-“

“You need more? Sunflower?” Swiss cuts him off. “You need my whole hand, maybe my whole arm, huh? So greedy aren’t you? Always need to stuffed so full.”

Swiss pushes the rest of his hand in, watching in fascination as his thumb pops in and stretches out Mountains rim even more.

“Fuck, so good, sunflower. So good for me, you take it so well.” Swiss praise as he pushes his hand in all the way to his wrist.

Mountain lets out a low groan, his hand clenching into tight fists as he pulls at the restraints. “Oh-oh god- Swiss. So much, so full, I can’t, I can’t breathe.”

Swiss rocks his hand gently, just enough for the palm of his hand to slip out and stretch out Mountains hole. “You look so good, sunflower. I wish you could see how good you look all stretched out around my hand.”

Mountain makes a choked off sound, pushing his hips back into Swiss’ hand. “Please, please Swiss.”

Swiss hums, biting his lip as he begins to fuck his hand in and out of Mountain.

“Maybe I’ll film it one day, show everyone what a little slut you are, so desperate to be fucked open and stretch out by my hand.”

Mountain squeaks and shakes his head, but his clit gives a kick as more slick starts to drool out of him.

Swiss raises an eyebrow. “No? You don’t want that? Are you sure, baby? I know how much you like having people watch you.”

Mountain moans and shakes his head again. “No, no please.” He pants.

Swiss hums again, pulling his hand out until the tips of this fingers are pressed against Mountains hole. “No? Hmm, I’m not sure I believe you? Sunflower.”

He wiggles his fingers, teasing Mountains hole and watching at it flutters and tries to close under his fingertips. Mountains hips buck as he whines, feeling suddenly so empty.

“Please, put it back in. So empty, need more.”

“Oh, you need more? Is my hand not enough to fill your greedy little hole? Maybe I should get someone else in here to fuck their hand into you.” Swiss pushes his fingers back in but stops just before his knuckle. “Maybe Aether? He’s got big hands, bigger than mine, maybe I should ask him.”

Swiss shoves the rest of his hand in with no warning making Mountain scream, more slick drooling out of him making a puddle on the bed.

“Still feeling empty, sunflower?” Swiss asks, fucking his hand in and out faster than before. Mountain lets out a string of gibberish, his thighs beginning to shake as Swiss abuses his hole.

“What was that, sunflower? I didn’t quite get that.”

An idea hits him so hard and so fast that doesn’t even hear what Mountain said.

“Sunflower. Huh.”

He pauses his hand when it’s fully inside. Mountain whines and fidgets, pushing his hips back trying to get Swiss to move again. “Swiss, please. Move. Need more.” He whines.

“Shhh, you’ll get more.” Swiss runs a hand down Mountains back. “I wanna try something, is that okay, sunflower?”

Mountain nods with a huff, annoyed that Swiss has now paused his hand again. “Yes, anything. You can do anything, just hurry up.”

Swiss gives him a little slap to the ass, making Mountain jump and clench tightly around his wrist.

“Impatient.”

Mountain whines and shakes his head, pulling on the restraints again. “I’m s-sorry. I’m sorry. I just-please. Need more.”

Swiss hums and runs his hand down Mountains back again. “Are you ready sunflower?”

Mountain can hear the smirk in his voice, can hear the cocky tint to his voice. It makes his stomach flip with unease, what exactly does Swiss plan on doing to him.

“I’m- I’m ready.” There’s a nervous tremble to his voice, one he hopes Swiss doesn’t pick on but with the way the multi ghoul laughs at him, he did.

It’s silent for a beat, the only sound to be heard is Mountains laboured breathing and the slight slick sound as Swiss shift his hand inside him again. Nothing happens for a second too long to be comfortable and Mountain begins to wonder if Swiss was bluffing, if he was just talking a big game for the sake of it. He’s just about to say something to him, to taunt him for not being able to follow through with his words, but then he feels it. Pressure. So much pressure in his belly that he feels all the remaining oxygen get pushing out of his lungs and it leaves him breathless and gasping for air.

“S-Swiss, what? What-what is that?” Mountain manages to gasp out, his vision blurring with tears as the pressure on his belly is just on the right side of unbearable.

Behind him Swiss chuckles lowly. “I just wanted to see if you lived up to your nickname, Sunflower.”

Mountains confused reply is cutoff when he feels more shifting inside his belly, and the pressure increases as Swiss slowly unfurls a second finger from his fist, his pointer finger, and spreads it out along side his thumb.

Mountain would scream of there was any air left his lungs. It’s so much, too much almost, but somehow his hips are automatically rocking back, chasing that too full feeling.

Swiss laughs at him again. “Look at you. Knew you could take it. Knew you’d love it.”

Swiss slowing spreads his other three fingers, stretching them out as wide as he can so that his hand if fully opened inside Mountain. He can feel Mountains silky slick walls on the tips of each of his fingers, he can feel how he tightens with each deep breath he take, feel his walls vibrate as he lets out a moan.

Mountains whole body is shaking, the pressure is so intense, it’s like nothing he’s ever felt before. “S-Swiss.” His voice wobbles. “I don’t- I can’t.”

He’s sobbing at his point, fat hot tears streaming down his cheeks and dripping from his chin to stain the bed sheets. “It’s too much, it’s too-I can’t.”

“Oh, you can’t? Guess I’ll have to stop then?” Swiss closes his hand into a first again and Mountain lets out a sigh of relief, feeling like he can finally breathe again. Only problem was, it didn’t feel like enough now.

Mountain whines sadly and wiggles his hips, desperate for the feel of being that full again.

“Oh, baby.” Swiss coos at him condescendingly. “You want more again? I’ve really ruined you, huh? Got you so stretched out and used that no one will be able to fuck you now. You’re ruined. You’ll have to keep begging me to fuck you because I’m the only one that knows how to fill you up properly.”

“Please, please Swiss.” Mountain pants. “Need more. Need you to fill me up again. Please, need it, need it so badly, I can’t-“

He gets cut off by a scream that gets punched from his lungs as Swiss unexpectedly spreads his fingers out inside him again.

“Like this?” Swiss fakes innocence. “This is what you wanted? To have my whole hand spread out inside you?”

Mountain sobs as he pulls on the restraints, feeling like red hot lava just spread through his belly, making him shiver. “Swiss-Swiss I’m going to cum. I can’t-shit- I can’t stop it.”

Swiss feels Mountains walls flutter on his fingertips and his whole cunt clenches around his wrist.

“That’s all it takes to get you to cum, huh?” Swiss closes his hand before opening it back up again, pushing his hand inside even deeper. Mountain keens, his thighs shaking as he feels his orgasm building even more.

“I’m-I’m-Swiss! I can’t-it’s-Swiss-“

Swiss smirks at him, an idea popping into his head. He rotates his hand slowing, feeling Mountain flutter around him as he begins to cum around Swiss’ hand. He screams with it, feeling a gush of liquid force itself out of him around Swiss’ hand.

“Fuck, that’s it, Sunflower. So hot for me. My pretty little Sunflower. Swiss coos at him as Mountain shakes and cry’s his way through his orgasm. “Doing so well for me, baby.”

Mountain shudders as he comes down from his high, feeling his cunt drip with the evidence.

Swiss presses a kiss to his ass, his hand still buried deep inside him. “My good boy. Can’t believe you let me do that to you, such a whore, aren’t you?”

Mountain whines and twitches from overstimulation, his hips twitching like he’s trying to get away from the sensation. “Swiss. Too much, too much, now.”

“Oh, baby.” Swiss smiles evilly at him. “I’m not where near done with you.” He pushes his hand inside him even deeper without any warning, twisting his hand as far around as he can.

Mountain screams before blacking out.

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v3nusxsky · 9 months

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Hiiiii I love your writing, don't worry if not but could I possibly request a lady lesso x reader smut where reader is a professor at the SFGAE and at the joint school ball reader dresses to impress her new gf, lesso. Lesso gets jealous of the attention reader is getting as there relationship is still a secret. so lesso kisses reader Infront of everyone and then pulls her away to remind her who she belongs to.....

Reminder|NSFW

*Authors note~ I must say I do miss writing for my lovely Leo here, slowly getting back into this since my accident, all your comments and support asks etc mean the world to me*

Trigger warnings~ pet play daddy dom leo sub kitten r marking kink secret relationship oral sex magical enchanted strap on collar and leash, edging just one time overstim kink smut smut smut breeding kink? Squirting mentioned

Prompt~see ask^^^^

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Leonora always looked absolutely ravishing all of the time. But you always felt so unworthy of her, you wanted to be looking the part for her so the joint spring ball was the perfect opportunity to prove yourself worthy of her love. You enlisted Doveys help to find the perfect dress that fit in all the right ways. You settled on a deep maroon dress that snatched your waist perfectly and flowed beautifully round the bottom half. The top have showing just enough cleavage to be respectable but teasing enough to drive Leonora insane. Your hair in your signature fancy look, and your make up to be subtle but completing the look. A few accessories added and you were ready.

You arrived fashionably late of course, Leonora anxiously waiting to see you. Your relationship was a secret so she wasn't overly obvious with her need to see you but you could tell she was annoyed that she couldn't get to you. No everyone seemed to want to be around you and near to you which prevented her from being able to compliment you. What really annoyed the Dean was one of the princes on the ever side of the school was too close to you. Touching your arm and poorly flirting with you. You were hers! You knew that and now you were letting him flirt with you in public. That would not do.

Lesso bided her time and toward the end of the ball before she managed to approach you like a predator would their prey and swiftly caught you in a predatory kiss. You are hers! And it's about time that everyone knew that. So she was acting on lust and jealousy but truly you didn't care. Happy to finally be public with your lover and nothing would take the thrill away, not even the gasp you of the other people attending.

The kiss was dizzying do perhaps that would explain how you missed the red head leading you from the hall to her chambers. You found yourself back against the wall her body pressed to yours in all the best ways, "you are fucking gorgeous my darling one, and as ravishing as this dress is I want it on my bedroom floor and my perfect kitty on my bed." Yoi gulped and scurried to do as she asked of you, Lesso just enjoying you stripping till you knelt on her bed naked and ready for her to play with.

"Kitten, safe words" she purred coming to attach the pretty collar to your leash before stroking your cheek. "Traffic lights daddy" you muttered happily waiting for more instructions. "You're beautiful my love, and it appears my Kitty needs to be reminded who she belongs too" you couldn't help but whimper at her words, you'd be in for a night of it tonight that was sure. "Now sir pretty kitten and lay on your back for daddy."

On your back, legs spread for her and vibrating toy attach to your needy little clit. Leonora was pleased with the sight in front of her. And went the little vibe began to buzz and on the lowest setting, the constant sensation drawing the prettiest noises from you as she watched you build up to your orgasm only to rip it away from you. "Daddy no pleaseeeee" you whined at her in a desperate plea for more.

"Oh kitten, but you let him flirt with you all evening, this is the very least you deserve" she informed you and you immediately whimpered, you were definitely going to die. The second time she turned the toy on again, her tongue found it's way between your soaked folds while the toy played with your puffy clit. A few tugs to your leash that squeezed your throat in the most delicious way had you rapidly facing to the edge of bliss once more. "Daddy daddy please please" you chanted just wanting to cum as she fucked you with her talented tongue. "Cum kitten" she demanded before eating you out as of you were her last meal. And like the diligent lover she is she worked you back down from the high. "Colour?"

"Geeen" you panted trying to catch your breath while your lover stripped and adorned her favourite thick purple cock. The strap it's self enchanted to act like the real deal. Even producing cum to fill her pretty Kitty up. "Oh daddy! Fuck me please" you mewled spreading your legs again for her to use you as she sees fit. "Oh I well pet, I'll fuck you so well you'll never forget who owns you ever again. You. Are. Mine." She all but growled as she lined the mushroom head and then with you needy cunt. Just making sure your slick was wetting her strap enough to slide right into your awaiting cunt walls.

"Oh fuck daddy yes!" You mewled when she finally slid her whole length into you, stretching your inner walls by her sheer size. The groan she let lose at feeling just how warm and wet you were for her was almost too much. Her pace picked up as she began to thrust herself into you and drew back out to the tip before slamming back into you again. All you could do is whimper and mewl for her as she randomly tugged on your leash adding to your pleasure. "Daddy! Fuck gonna cum" you warned before you tumbled over the edge.

A quick change of position and lesso was back to pounding your pussy but this time from behind you. You told her to stop and you are too sensitive but your just a pet, she owns you so you were properly ignored. You knew your word to stop everything and she trusted you to use it when you needed to. "Kitten you're mine to use now shut up and take it like a good little whore."

You lost count how many times she fucked you into bliss, but her movements became rough and less precise which indicated to you she was close now. "Fuck I love your pussy kitten, yes squeeze my cock again. Oh you good little slut! Yes yes fuck kitten so good for me, my precious little whore" tumbled from her mouth as she approached her edge. "Gonna fill this pretty cunt up and make you pregnant with my kittens darling, take it pet, take everything daddy gives you" she panted as she released cum into your fluttering walls, triggering your own orgasm that was drenching her cock. "Daddy daddy gonna pee stop" you whined which only had her speeding up causing you to squirt all over her. "Fucking good kitten!"

Truly you couldn't believe you'd squirted and you were super embarrassed about it so you buried your face into the pillows while lesso calmed down and slipped from your now gaping hole only to finger fuck the cum back into your pussy. "I'm so proud of you darling! You're such a good girl for me. I'm lucky to have you darling" she reassured as she set about cleaning up the bed with her magic. Before cleaning up your slick thighs. "So good for daddy baby" she murmured noticing how shallow your breathing became, you'd totally fallen asleep now so she quickly hurried up to join you in bed and hold you all through the night.

Word count~ 1381

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lightwise · 8 months

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Ahsoka Episode 4 Spoilers/Thoughts

This was...a big one, to say the least.

Also note to self do NOT open tumblr while in the middle of watching an episode or you will be spoiled for that epic ending *sobs* oh well...

SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT

2/2 Star Wars characters repairing ship wiring on their back...v nice

Sabine, you realize none of you would be in this position if you hadn't squirreled away with the map in your tower...jus sayin...

"Can I count on you?" Yeah I'm gonna say that's a no...

Sabine loading her blasters is super cool but also giving me flashbacks to trying to reload staple gun or nail gun cartridges and hoping you don't launch them into your face in the process

Natasha plays Sabine's nervous energy very well and Rosario is showing Ahsoka's own unease, reserve, but also very caring concern, extremely well. I really wish we could see the history between these two--animated in between series anyone??

I wonder why Dave doesn't bring up the fact that Ahsoka owes Ezra her life. It's only focused on what Ezra means to Sabine, but he means a lot to Ahsoka too.

Huyang's lil hands on hips...you can tell he's a full practical build here.

Speaking of...I REALLY want to know if the practical robot was used for this fight scene, or if they switched to someone in a costume/CGI. It seems like the HK droids are people/CGI but I could be wrong about that. Either way, go Huyang go!

It's always a treat to see Mandos and Jedi fighting styles together. And Sabine's Wonder Woman vambrace block was great.

Ahsoka's white lightsabers are so stunning in live action.

"May I make one request of you both?" LISTEN TO HUYANG. HE KNOWS WHAT'S UP. "Stay together." And WHAT ARE THEY NOT GONNA DO SMH

"Mom, how come I have to do what I'm told and you don't" lmao

Jacen is so spunky and I'm so glad Dave is having him be a full part of the series.

Carson Teva my man! And Brendan!

BUT WHERE ARE ZEB AND KALLUS. WHERE ARE OUR MARRIED BOIS

"Faith? I lost that a long time ago" Baylon's backstory pleaseeeee. Who was his master. How far did he get in training. Was he knighted? Did he have a padawan pre-order 66? Where was he during the war? Where was he during Order 66? When did he walk away, and what did he walk away to? What are his goals now? How did he find Shin/why did he want to train her? We desperately need a comic or a book here Lucasfilm

The graphics for the countdown clock (and the droids manning them) are super cool

Shin dear lord can you be any more dramatic

Sabine and Shin running off like rabid wolves while Ahsoka is just like, oh please, do I really have to deal with this right now

Ahsoka > any inquisitor, dead or alive, magic or real, anytime, any place, any age LOL

Ugh the parallels to Obi-Wan and Maul are impeccable.

So I totally knew Marrok would be a nobody/throwaway character but a nightsister necromancer ghost??? Did not see that coming at all. Eerie

Shin seems honestly disturbed by seeing Marrok fall. I wonder if the body that was used was someone she knew or had a connection to.

The lightsaber usage in this show is so interesting and such a unique blend of samurai techniques, OT trilogy techniques, and more realistic stabbing and swiping and slicing motions. I love the choreography and cinematography of Shin and Sabine going at it as well as how the trees and landscape are used in their fight.

Looks like Shin got her dramatics from her master. Sitting there with his hood up for effect lol

Definitely getting flashbacks to Ahsoka's sass in her fight with Maul in TCW.

Baylon's textured armor is so incredible. I want to see him leading a 13th century cavalcade

Can he read people's minds? Or does he do in depth research like Thrawn does so he knows the weak points of his opponents?

“One must destroy in order to create.” No. You are incorrect sir. One must die. One must morph, must change, in order to create. But that is different than destroying.

Again with the one saber. It's such an odd choice for Ahsoka to do that, and it honestly feels like an excuse for Baylon to be able to overpower her later. I don't quite like it.

It is very interesting how Baylon views Ahsoka, and tells her that her legacy is death and broken promises. What exactly does he think her legacy is? Because that is Anakin's legacy, not hers (at least through Rebels). What has happened since then?

He looks so sad, honestly.

There's way too much leaving oneself open to attack in this episode.

The fight scene definitely looks slowed down a little, and it's a little clunky, but man Baylon is brutal with his saber. Again why is Ahsoka not using both of hers to combat is strength??

Either there's a trailer shot that never made it into this fight, or Baylon and Ahsoka fight again. I'm missing where she kicks back against one of those tall rocks and flips over. That was such a cool shot.

I honestly can't believe Shin was able to block the whistling birds lol. That would be an intense hit to the face. Also I love how much of the shots and sparks in these shows are practical. It makes it feel so much more real.

The map burning Ahsoka is wild. It makes sense but very unfortunate.

Hot damn Ahsoka! She definitely was tapping into some anger there. In real life that hit to the back of the head should have seriously injured Shin. Filoni is really being gritty and brutal with the fights in this show, they're raw and dirty in ways that the trilogies were not.

Aaaaaand while I know Ahsoka isn't dead yet (there's no way Filoni would kill off the title character halfway through a first season) holy cow that was heartwrenching

Baylon is a master manipulator. He makes Maul look like a babbling teenager. And yet he doesn't seem to derive any twisted pleasure from it. He just is doing what he thinks he needs to do.

I'm sorry Ahsoka had WHAT to do with Sabine's family dying???? In the Purge??? Ugh geez that's awful.

Gah DAMN it Sabine!! C'mon girl!! Bad decision, bad decision!

WHAT IS THIS GREATER GOOD BAYLON

I would have loved to see Obi-Wan face off against Baylon. The quiet patience and calm strength...too much for one room

He is just not done digging at Ahsoka is he. Again, master manipulator, but why?

Huyang's little magnifying glass!

Dave definitely nailed the lighting in this show. Even if the volume is still apparent in some shots, the lighting is finally dialed in and soft and realistic and atmospheric. That shot of Baylon after decimating the map is epic.

Yeahhh, Hera, ya'll might want to skedaddle right quick before you get....oh, too late....

"Mom? I've got a bad feeling." Me too kid, me too.

"Lady Wren, Lady Tano" *sobbing* Hera make sure Huyang makes it back pls

This transition.

Oh boy

I know what's coming bc I got on tumblr too early but OH MAN

ahhhh it's so gorgeous

it's here, it's finally here and it's BEAUTIFUL (The World Between Worlds, who did you think I was talking about, Anakin? ;)

I'm KIDDING ANAKIN IS BEAUTIFUL TOO OMG I CAN'T BELIEVE MY EYES

"Hello Snips" I can't I truly can't

"I didn't expect to see you so soon" so is she dead? Dying? Disassociating while drowning? Dave if you kill Ahsoka off in this show I will never forgive you

She is in shock omg look at him she is reunited with her brother, her master, her friend!!

We think--DAVE WHAT DOES VADER THEME MEAN. DAVE, SIR, HOW DARE YOU KNOW HOW TO LEAVE US ON SUCH A CLIFFHANGER IT IS UNFAIR.

Welp I have no idea what to do with myself until next week and we find out what's going on here. I swear if that's not the real Anakin I will be beside myself.

Let's get ready for flashbacks folks. What an episode.

#ahsoka #ahsoka tano #ahsoka show #ahsoka series #ahsoka spoilers #ahsoka series spoilers #ahsoka show spoilers #huyang #sabine #sabine wren #baylon skoll #shin hati #morgan elsbeth #hera syndulla #jacen syndulla #carson teva #some light ramblings #somelightramblings

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eclairia-monarch · 2 years

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Protector [1] | 聖臣 Sakusa X f!reader

I’m such a simp for these haikyuu men, like, why are they literally so URG!? with how many ideas I have in mind, this is definitely a series from the get-go LUL (yes I'm a twitch frog, join our donut community [ALBSTERZ] for genshin, FFXIV & variety content!)

word count: approx. 2.4k words

summary: Sakusa only wanted to focus on volleyball and had no time for romance, but what would he do if you, his long term crush that he himself didn’t realize, was in grave danger?

warning: might or might not have typed this after not sleeping for 2 days so... also kinda sad that dummy social is removed from app store *cries* who knows a similar app PLS HELP | also, you cannot tell me this post doesn’t scream Sakusa-

disclaimer: all but the story plot and twitter edit belong to their rightful artist/author.

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“Omi-san! Pleaseeeee!”

“For the 74th times, no.”

“Wow, talk about cold,” Atsumu laughed, watching as Hinata slumped in defeat after pestering Sakusa for 1 week straight.

“Nah, talk about rejection,” Bokuto commented, laughing, slipping on his hoodie.

“I think you mean desperation,” Inunaki added, watching as his opposite hitter trial behind the outside hitter. Meian wanted to sigh into his hands, his eyelids were going crazy trying to stay sane. For the last seven days, the Miyagi boy has been asking the ravenette to fetch you, Kageyama’s younger sister, from the airport. You had been overseas for so long and recently coming home, with Osaka being your stop since you were moving to Kansai.

The thing was, you were okay with taking public transport, but Kageyama was adamant about not letting you do that. Atsumu volunteered eagerly, but was quickly shut down by your brother, saying he was more afraid of the faux blonde being near his sister than letting her go overseas alone. Bokuto would love to fetch you, but he has his entire day booked with interviews and photoshoot on the very day you were set to arrive. The poor owl boy sulked for a few hours, until Hinata relayed the message that you would pay the team a visit to stop his sulking. Hinata, of all people, would love to pick you up from the airport too!

If he had a freaking car-

Which was why the only one left was Sakusa.

It wasn’t as if he disliked you, nor did he like you because to be fair, he barely knew you. Honestly, Sakusa didn’t even remember Kageyama having siblings, since his behaviour indicated him being more of an only child. When Hinata listed out all the positive traits about you to convince him, Sakusa only stared at his teammate and wondered if he was getting set up into a blind date or something. But he seriously just wanted to be alone on his off day-

“Just pick and drop us off. I promise, she’s super hygienic! In exchange, 1 month supply of Lysol.”

“Give me the time of her arrival details and the drop-off address,” Sakusa said immediately in reply.

“YOU ARE MY LIFE SAVIOUR!” Hinata exclaimed, and quickly sent the details over to Sakusa in seconds.

Sakusa rolled his eyes and looked at the message he received. You were set to arrive tomorrow 9:25 am in Kansai International Airport via Japan Airline, and it was a direct flight from Heathrow. Gosh, Sakusa could never do that. Just imagine the amount of germs in that still air for over 12 hours with a bunch of strangers and their god-knows-what bacteria.

“Oh, and this is the address that [y/n] is headed to!” Hinata smiled, dropping another text to Sakusa so that he can plan his route and its details. The ravenette glanced at it, and saw that the area that you were staying was just a few minutes away from their home base. Well, then planning a proper driving route wasn’t that big of a deal for him now.

“Alright, now that we’ve settled the situation with Hinata’s girlfriend, can we all go home now?” Meian asked with a clap, to which the ginger head retorted that you were just his favourite junior that helped him a lot when he was in Brazil, so this was just a small favour.

“I remember she was quite the cutie back then,” Atsumu mused aloud, “but Tobio-kun refused to let me get her number. Wonder how she’s grown up?” A cheeky smile grew on the faux blonde as he walked out of the locker room with Bokuto, Hinata, and Sakusa.

“She’s super cute, too!” Bokuto added in. He remembered meeting you when he dropped by Fukurodani during their summer training camp after graduation, and met you being mentored by Yachi. It seemed you got along with Kenma and Akaashi due to having similar energy. “You’re lucky you get to see her first, Sakusa! But I’m going to buy her all her favourite snacks, so I’m going to be her number one!”

“That doesn’t make sense, and I don’t care,” Sakusa sighed and made his way to his car. He sanitized his car handle before quickly getting in. He didn’t care about how you viewed him—he highly doubted you even remember him anyway. You two barely interacted aside from polite greetings once or twice during competitions. And it appears you were overseas upon graduating, so you probably met a handful of people that were more interesting.

~~~~

“Thank you, Omi-san! Kageyama said he’ll send you a month’s worth of hand sanitisers,” Hinata informed, and Sakusa nodded.

“Guess it’s fine to do this favour.”

They soon reached the airport, and after parking his car, the two guys made their way to your arrival gates. It wasn’t a long wait and soon Hinata jumped on his feet multiple times, waving at you. Sakusa looked up as well, and his eyes widened by a fraction. He knew Bokuto called you cute, but right now you were more than that.

You were cute, yes, but your eyes were so beautiful and innocent. With the face mask that you were wearing, it only made your eyes even more prominent and bright. Your outfit was quite tasteful as well. You had a cream turtle-neck along with a pair of skinny jeans, accompanied by a long coat and boots.

You smiled widely underneath your mask, finally seeing your senior after so long, and net to him was Sakusa. Your heart might have stopped for a second as you realized just how amazing he looked. However, you haven’t forgotten your manners and so you removed your mask to reveal your face.

“Welcome home, [y/n]! Hope your flight was okay?”

“Glad to be home. And yeah, I managed to fly business class so it was tolerable. Thank you for fetching me Hinata, Sakusa-san. I hope it wasn’t too much trouble.”

“No way! Right, Omi-san?” Hinata asked, but he was met with silence. The ginger turned around and stared at Sakusa, which broke the latter from his daydream.

“It’s fine, you stay near our gym anyway, plus I highly doubt Kageyama will let anyone else fetch you,” the ravenette explained, scolding himself for getting distracted by your face. What the hell, he was starting to become weird. He must be staying near Atsumu for far too long.

“Oh, is that so?” You laughed softly at the coincidence, “then I guess we can all hang out.”

Hinata reached over and grabbed your luggage, asking if you were hungry. You easily decipher his hidden message, knowing he must have woken up and left home with an empty tummy.

“Oh, sooo hungry,” you said teasingly, “where do you guys want to go? My treat, of course. Sakusa-san, I hope this arrangement is okay? I understand if you have other plans for the day, you can just drop me and Hinata off and go about your day?”

Something about this offer you presented made Sakusa a little annoyed, and he shook his head. “It’s fine, we can go grab breakfast together.”

Together, he liked the sound of that.

“Eyyy, let’s go!” Hinata cheered.

Right, he’s here too...

But because none of you had any idea what to get, the three of you settled for the most basics of basics and headed to Kansai University’s Starbucks to grab a quick bite. On the way, you and Hinata were animatedly catching up; well, more like Hinata asking about your life in Kingston University.

Could have sworn Bokuto said she was a quiet type. Must be because of Hinata, was what he thought to himself.

Although he wasn’t one for loud noises, he can’t say he hated it when you speak so fondly of your time in school. Still, he felt his stomach churning at the fact that Hinata brought out this side of you. Even in his limited memories of you, none of them gave him the impression of you being so talkative.

He chopped it up to him being hungry and acting differently due to hunger.

“Oh, and I got to see Alisa-san a few months ago, too. How can someone look so good without even trying? I felt like a peasant standing next to her, they were totally judging…!” You gasped, clasping your cheeks as you remembered how much Alisa clung to you whilst people stared, and you were so self-conscious about your appearance.

“Alisa-san is very pretty, but you are, too! I’m sure people were staring because you and Alisa-san looked so good together!” Hinata grinned, and you felt your face heating up at such a compliment.

“Quit lying! You know they’re just looking at Alisa-san! Anyway!” You tried to change the topic after noticing a certain ravenette stealing glances at them.

To say Sakusa’s eyes narrowed into a slit thinner than a venomous viper was an understatement.

But why?

~~~~

“This place is so nice!! I guess being a popular streamer like Kenma has its perks, huh!” Hinata exclaimed and awed, looking at every corner of your fully furnished house. Thanks to the moving company you hired, they perfectly set up your home as how you detailed and presented in a few documents you sent to them.

Your new dwelling was in Nukatacho, Higashiosaka. A pleasant 2LDK house in a charming neighbourhood for ¥16,800,000 (≈ USD $130K). Since it was your very first home, it did seem expensive. Initially, this abode was at the bottom of your list because of the price, but Tobio told you to just purchase it, with him paying half of the house as a gift to you. On top of your own income you made as a VTuber, and having your own successful merch line, this house suddenly shot up to your first choice.

“I’m lucky to have my brother’s help with this too,” you laughed as you came down from your bedroom after removing your coat. You opened up your house for invitation to MSBY, stating that they were welcome to visit after their training, since you guys found out that your home was lesser than half an hour drive away from their training gym.

“Awesome! Atsumu-san and Bokuto-san will love to! I think we better leave so that you can rest up, okay? Just text me if you need anything!” Hinata waved and gave you a hug before removing the house slippers, heading out the door.

“Rest well,” Sakusa did the same and went to his car, ready to send Hinata home and to catch up on his deep cleaning for the month.

Once they left, you mindlessly went to your sofa and plopped down. “...Rest well...” You mumbled the two words spoken to you as Sakusa’s face surfaced in your mind. You bend forward and groaned. You knew he became even more handsome after watching his matches but seeing him in person? Lord you hoped you were not acting weird in his eyes.

You decided not to dwell in things that already happened and went to turn on music from your sound system before going around to inspect your new home. Your family actually came to make sure everything was done correctly, and every aspect of the house was properly furnished but you just wanted to make sure since you were going to live alone now. Your closest kin was Tobio, but with him being in Kodaira, you would have to spent close too ¥16,000 and 5 hours to even visit.

No thanks.

At first your parents asked why stay in Osaka of all places when you could go back to Miyagi. The housings there were bigger and cheaper, plus familiarity isn’t such a bad thing but they should have known Miyagi wasn’t your first choice. It’s not that you had bad memories in your hometown, but you just wanted to move somewhere else. It wasn’t that big of a deal, honestly, but maybe your parents felt somewhat guilty about not having spent enough time with their kids growing up because they were both working hard to provide for three children.

Evening came sooner than you expected after having spent your entire day setting up your office, the only place that was left untouched on your request since you wanted to revamp it. With your work now revolving around online and merchandise, you figured a minimalistic aesthetic would help and thus working on it, wanting it to be a room that doesn’t stress you out no matter how hard you worked; you knew how surroundings would affect your mental state. You were a fast worker, despite getting a few calls in between from your family and friends.

Your phone rang with the caller ID of Hinata this time and you unknowingly groaned, dropping to the floor ungracefully. You were so tired and hungry but you have no food since you family couldn’t buy any groceries when they dropped down, not when your refrigerator wasn’t sent.

You picked up the call after a few ring, hearing your senior’s energetic voice on the other side.

“[y/n]! Bokuto ended his photoshoot and was wondering if you wanted to go grab some shabu-shabu together? Atsumu-san can pick you up!”

“Oh no it’s fine! I stay near the train station anyway so just tell me the address and I’ll meet you guys!” You said, slowly getting up from the floor to get ready.

“Awesome! I’ll text you right now!”

You received the address of the restaurant, Kisoji, and noticed that it was also near a train station. You smiled at the convenience , not needing to worry about getting lost.

“We’re meeting in an hour’s time, see you!”

“Got it,” you nodded. After hanging up, you took a quick shower and changed into denim shorts and an oversized turtleneck pullover before making your way out once you made sure all your valuables were stored in your handbag.

The train ride was horrible with the rush hours and you honestly believed packed sardines were not even as pressed up as you were during the entire ride. Maybe you should have ordered a car right instead but you just told yourself that you wanted to experience it once, at least.

And it was safe to say you hated it so from now on, you were only getting a car ride.

“Ah! It’s [y/n]-chan!” Atsumu was the first time spot you and waved. Aside from the setter, you saw Hinata and Bokuto as well, but Sakusa was nowhere to be seen. Were you disappointed? Just a tad bit, but seeing the rest was just as great. You were definitely going to post about this meeting on twitter just to watch your brother freak out finding it out on twitter.

“Thank you for the food!” You four echoed before digging in and catching up.

Fun fact/trivia:

I actually didn’t see the address of the apartment I chose for [y/n] until I compared it on Google Maps with MSBY’s home base and noticed they were in the same area. It’s complete coincident! So… it's meant to be *Kappa*

If you are interested, this is the house [y/n] is staying in

2LDK refers to 2 bedrooms, a living room, dining room and a kitchen

Yes [y/n] streams after she kept getting invited to co-op with Kenma and gained a huge fanbase

Kenma, Alisa and Lev promoted the fucccccck out of [y/n]’s channel and she started earning fat stacks in her first year of university

Yes, Tobio freaked out

#haikyuu #haikyu!!#hq sakusa #sakusa #kiyoomi #msby black jackal #smau?#kageyama #tobio #hinata shoyo #miya atsumu #bokuto koutarou #sakusa x reader #reader insert #kenma

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becca-e-barnes · 3 years

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i won’t spoil too much because i might make this into a full fic once i finish the more take one! but the filthier version of my steve x bucky x nat x reader ask involved…

You falling apart in a almost full team meeting. (i’m thinking sam, natasha, vision, wanda, bucky, steve, thor, carol maybe??idk she’s probably in space) Making a mess of yourself. Squirting all over your self. Your crying from being edged so long and from humiliation as everyone watches you get off on practically nothing. As you hump the ground (or maybe buckys boot?? omg i need to calm down) desperate to get off. Nat once again helps you out 😏

but this time she strips you completely naked and places you on the smaller table in the front of the larger conference table where most of the other avengers are sitting. She props your legs up and makes your gush all over your self, her, and a few of the people in the front (all consensual and all very turned on!). They take turns eating you out and finger fucking your pussy and ass. Making you so dumb all you can do is moan and hold onto bucks hand clinging to him as he whispers words of encouragement into your ear while steve stands on the other side degrading the shit out of you.

She makes you clean up your own mess this time. Making you lick it up and clean it wish your tongue. She doesn’t allow you to put on your clothes to do so. It’s so fucking degrading but you love it.

The rest of the day different avengers come up and play with you however they want. Basically you being their dumb baby brained fuck toy. Although only steve and bucky are aloud to cum in you or fuck you. Your cum too many times to count. Cumming and squirting in public and in front of people. on one occasion you’re so overstimulated that you squirt all over yourself just because you brushed your legs together a certain way. and you fall to the floor sobbing and wanda happily offers to help you. you just being forced to cum and ver and over again. Like SO MUCH public sex and exhabitionism Then being made or clean up your mess. It’s the most humiliating sexy thing you’ve ever done. and the after care would be so nice :}

OMG IM SO SORRY THISBISBN SO SLUTTY BUT YALL ASKED 😫

PLEASEEEEE, for the love of god, write this fic 😩 this is the only thing getting me through right now! I fucking love slutty ideas like this, the sluttier the better!

And it was wayyyy to early for me to be this horny but since you mentioned that only Bucky and Steve are allowed to fuck the reader, I haven’t stopped thinking about Thor being allowed to give you just the tip 😵‍💫 because in my head, Thor is an unholy size, this man’s dick hardly even fits in your mouth he’s so thick and your boys know he would ruin you

So they agree to just his tip. But you’re so fucking horny and craving another orgasm that you just don’t care, fucking yourself back ever so slightly to try and take more of Thor. And if Steve is our strict Dom here, he’d just laugh all low and seductive, watching you struggle against what your body desperately needs

“Thor. Fuck her.” Steve orders, gathering up your hair and handing it to Thor. And I’d imagine Thor just pulls you back by the hair, grips your waist and he slides into you in one painful thrust.

He’s grunting because you’re so fucking tight he can hardly breathe, you’re sobbing because he’s so big it’s painful but you’re squirting everywhere, with no way to stop. He has to go slowly at first but everyone else is just watching, mesmerised and so damn horny. Bucky and Steve can hardly even control themselves while Thor calls you “his sweet little one”, his huge cock slipping out slowly, only to slam back in, drenching your thighs in another wave of wetness

“She’s a good girl, isn’t she? Takes it like a dream.” Bucky smiles fondly, tugging at his cock

“You’re kidding Buck, she’s a little whore. Aren’t you honey? Getting passed around the whole team tonight. Every last one of us is gonna take a turn in your little body.” Steve’s filthy talk makes Sam choke out a groan, Thor’s pace picking up

And let’s face it, the boys make Thor pull out, cumming over your back and your ass and Wanda would be straight over to lick it off your skin while Nat runs her finger through what’s left of the mess and then pressed the fingers to your lips, fucking your throat while Wanda moves down to eat your pussy

#asks answered <3 #wannabevampire #I just…#I worked 16 hours today #and this is all I can muster tonight besties #I am living for Sunday so I can sleep all fucking day #i have so much to do #tomorrow is gonna be crazy too #18+

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padfootdaredmetoo · 3 years

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Hi!! I was wondering if maybe you could write a Wade x plus size reader? Maybe she’s an ex pro thief and gets put with him for a mission or smth?? I got no idea man just have fun with it aye

Thank you for the request!!!!! Sorry for the wait!

I wasn't sure if you wanted it to be dirty or not so I sectioned that part off in case it's not what you're looking for :)

You are my first ever request! So, thank you, thank you, thank you, and I hope you enjoy it <3

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Thieving, being exceptionally attractive while doing it. Wade on his best behaviour, Smut is sectioned off.

You haven't accepted a mission in 4 years.

You got out of the business and left those “friends” and “friend circles” behind you after you scored your dream internship. 4 years and you were running your own team and writing a semi successful blog. It was a quiet life, and you enjoyed it immensely. You liked your team members, and you felt they found you a fair and caring boss. Your cat Mr. Sparkles was a healthy weight and had finally committed to using the litter box.

You don't know why you answered when he called you, you don’t know why you agreed to such fuckery. But here you were pulling out a familiar black box out of the bottom of your cluttered closet. You picked it up and placed it on your bed. The dark colour contrasted with your bright and colourful décor. Something you found oddly reflective, once you moved on from that part of your life nothing was dark. Everything in your apartment was covered by color and patterns that made you happy.

You opened the box. You and Mr. Sparkles looked at the contents like there was a wild octopus about to come flying out of it.

“It was the right thing to do.” You said out loud. “And it's going to pay well.”

Pulling the tight outfit over your curves felt better than you thought it would. You figured that it would cause you panic or anxiety. Instead you felt a wave of confidence looking yourself over in the mirror that hung on the back of your bedroom door. Normally you were covered in bright flowy clothes, that's what you liked. Your whole life was built upon being invisible since you were little. Now that you were in charge every day was a celebration in its own way. However this made you feel sexy, the outfit was sleek and left nothing to the imagination. Pulling your long hair into a tight french braid you were ready to get out there and do some thieving.

You kissed Mr. Sparkles and gave your aloe vera plant a light touch on your way out the window. It was a hot summer night and the air was muggy. These were your favorite kinds of nights to sit out on the fire escape, have some drinks, read books, and watch the city. It was lonely, but enjoyable nonetheless.

You got up to the roof and plotted your course to the impossible house. You misstepped a couple of times before falling into your usual rhythm. You contemplated whether you were doing this because the small piece of art should be with the family it belongs too. Or if you were doing this because you had some kind of Ocean’s 11 complex that kept you hungry for such challenges. It was an impossible place to break into, the floor of the old house containing the art work was covered with laser security. A piece of knowledge that should make your stomach flip, but only makes your heart feel funny.

You got yourself into position on the roof of the low building that was across the street, you took a few minutes to survey and eventually came to the conclusion that conditions were perfect. You made your way to the 3rd floor balcony. You knew of the owner’s, an awfully cruel man and his lover. They were asleep on the 5th floor of the house. Well, city mansion? Whatever, the point is it didn't feel like a home, it felt like something a royal family would keep when they came to visit. Lots of expensive art and velvet curtains. Massive gold and crystal chandeliers hung from mirrored ceilings framed with fancy crown molding. You did your research in the few hours you had after the job request had come in, there was a - *insert super fancy techno security laser system name here.* And it was said to be unbeatable. No gymnast or other cat-like thief had been able to tango with it. You had been challenged by its precursors but had got out of the game by the time this puppy had made it out on the market.

You picked the lock on the double doors, and slid past the heavy curtains and disabled the basic alarm system for the floor. Surveying the area you saw the lasers slowly dancing like it was a Pink Floyd tribute at the local planetarium. (something you attend regularly) You took a deep breath and got ready to disco your way across the floor to the small framed painting of a sun set. You put a headphone in and set the song *put on a song you would rob a bank to*. You began the journey. People often felt that your size and shape made you incompetent or ungraceful. You learned early on in life not to listen to stupid people say stupid things. You were the best, perhaps because you weren't afraid to look stupid or ridiculous. You bended and snapped, ducked and dodged, twirled and flipped. And just like that you reached your target. The second you lifted it off the wall, the lasers stopped. You pulled your knife and twirled around ready for a fight. What you saw was not what you expected, across the room none other than Wade freaking Wilson was looking at you.. Normally you hated being stared at like that, but he was a “friend” you found particularly challenging to leave behind. The whites of his mask were wide. After making a whole bunch of strange gestures with his hands, he held up a finger motioning you to be quiet. He disappeared towards what you figured would be the staircase going up to the next floor. If he gave you a clear shot at an exit you knew he had trouble with him. So you took your out.

You got back up on the rooftop across the street, you grabbed the bag you left there and secured the painting. You pulled out a large black piece of cotton and tossed it around your shoulders like a shall. This made your outfit look less stealth and more passion for leather/night out on the town. Making your way down the fire escape on the side of the building you saw the target house explode.

I guess Wade hasn't changed any.

You picked up the pace feeling anxious to get to Sister Margrets. Making your way through the city unnoticed, you went into the shitty establishment through the alleyway door. You wasted no time moving through the hallway into the servers entrance spitting you out behind the bar. You kept by the entrance which kept you out of sight, you didn't want to see any more friends tonight. Weasel jumped when he turned around and saw you there looming in the shadows, spilling the drink he had just made.

“Fuck” He quickly remade the drink then moved back to where you were standing. He had a large envelope of cash for which you handed him the back pack. You felt slightly relieved.

“Hey I know you moved on, but thanks for this.”

“No problem”

You turned around and went out the way you came in. Opening the door that leads back to the alley way, you notice a very large and slightly singed body blocking your exit.

“Stay for a drink?” His voice caused something in you to stir. Something you were not going to explore.

“Sorry Wade but no can do” You pushed past him and began walking down the street.

“Pretty pleaseeeee” he said with a sing song voice. You tried not to smile. He caught up to you so he was walking beside you. “If your not a big drinker anymore we could go for diner, tacos!, Sushi, chicken nuggets, you always loved a good chicken nugget” You tuned him out as he kept chattering a list of every food he could remember eating together. You had to figure out somewhere to go as you weren't leading him back to your apartment. Going in random directions, he spoke up.

“I know you live on *Insert cute street name here*”

“What the fuck Wilson?”

“Well you disappeared and I wanted to make sure you weren't being unalived. This means if we head back to yours we can do take out and homemade drinks, which in my opinion is much better anyway. I make the best margaritas in the city.”

You started the walk back towards your apartment. Trying desperately to come up with a way to leave him at the front of the building. The thought of him in your very personal, very colourful, even bordering on childish apartment made you unbelievably anxious. Every time you looked over at his slightly charred body you couldn't help a strange feeling welling up inside you. You got to the front door to the building and turned to look up at him. There was a long pause as you struggled for words.

“It's alright. It was a nice walk.” You could hear the layers of sadness underneath his tone. You were going to tell him that it was a nice walk and that maybe one day when things were better for you they could get that drink. Then you were going to threaten him into keeping everything a secret.

“I don't have stuff for margaritas.” The wrong words left your mouth but for a fleeting moment you actually didn't want him to leave.

“Are you sure?” Hey sounded very serious which caught you off guard and confused you a little.

“Yeah, normally I just drink stuff out of a can” You were terrible at mixing drinks, they were always way too sweet and strong and lead to trouble. Wade gave a big laugh. “Are you okay to pick up the stuff if I get changed?”

“You betcha.” He did a twirl, blew you a kiss, then headed down the street.

You dashed up to your apartment and started to hide your more personal stuff. Grabbing an armful of clean laundry off the couch, tossing it into an empty bin in the closet. You were so busy trying to hide your stuffed animals and random fan art, that you didn't notice him standing in the fire escape landing looking at you from the large open window.

“Damn. This was not what I was expecting.” He said, sounding surprised. “This isn't what your old place looked like at all”

“Uh” Your face got hot and you refused to look at him. “I ah don't have people over so um yeah. You can go now.”

“Nonononononono. This is a huge bit of progress from everything being varying shades of grey and uncomfortable.” Wade took the place in as he made his way to your kitchen. Placing the big brown bags on the counter top, and sliding the blender out from against the bright backsplash.

"Uh I'm going to get cleaned up. Help yourself to everything." You ran into the bathroom and freshened up and were very grateful to be out of the leather and into your summer pj's. They were more on the revealing side but you never found Wade the type to care or be creepy.

Coming out you found him very comfortable whirling around the kitchen. It looked like he had made a giant frying pan of pad thai and the blender was full. Turning around to see you he picked you up and sat you on the counter top like you were nothing more than a bottle of the many sauces he currently had out. He handed you one of your favorite rainbow glasses filled with margarita. Your brain was still trying to calm down from him picking you up like that.

"Thanks" you said with an even redder face.

"No problem, hot stuff" he divided the food into two plates, you led him out to sit on the fire escape with you. It was a sacred space, it felt weird to be there with a real live person. After the most delicious plate of food ever, many drinks, and laughs about the good old days things quieted down leaving a thick tension between the two of you. You realized you owed him an apology of sorts.

"Wade, I'm sorry I didn't give you a proper goodbye. I just had a life of running and I couldn't risk anyone fucking me over again."

"It's alright babe. I understand why you did it." His voice was low and sad and it made your heart hurt. You didn't want the night to end.

"Thanks for keeping my place here a secret."

"No problem. Do you think mayyybe now that I know about your situation we could do this again sometime?"

"You have no idea how nice that would be." You really meant it having him around was the most fun you'd had in a very long time. You didn't have to pretend or beat around the bush about anything with Wade. Nothing was too dark or silly or messed up.

"Well I guess this is my cue." He made to stand up but you grabbed his knee without thinking.

"Uh if you want to. You could also stay for a while." He turned his head to the side, bright eyes looking you over. "You could take a shower and I've definitely got a shirt and some boxers I could lend you." His eyes got wider. "They're mine. They're really…. comfy…" you would never understand how he made you so embarrassed.

"Uh, not sure about that… it just…" he motioned to the rest of his body.

"I've seen your face. It won't bother me" you looked up at him with empathetic eyes, part of you hoping that maybe they came across as bedroom eyes. You gave yourself a mental slap.

"If you're uncomfortable, that's okay too." You said, giving him a kind smile. You could tell there was an internal battle. So you gave him a minute.

"Alright that sounds nice. It's a fucking mess under here tho."

You went into your bathroom and found your gentlest scent free soap and a soft towel. Then into your room to find a giant t-shirt and your biggest pair of boxer shorts.

You put it into a nice pile in the bathroom.

"Okay there's some nice soap, it's natural scent free, made of angel's tears or some shit and a clean towel and clothes in there for you."

Wade shifted around you into the bathroom. "Thanks"

You flopped onto your bed and looked up at your glow star collection that littered the ceiling. You heard the water start running and you closed your eyes. Until your herd some very loud and off key Britney Spears. You couldn't help but laugh. Soon enough he was out and flopped onto the bed next to you.

"Man this is the best sleepover ever."

"If this has been your best sleepover with a chick I feel sorry for you. And her." You joked.

"Sorry enough for a pity cuddle." You know what the look he gave you meant. He was testing the waters to see what kind of night this was gonna be. You couldn't help but feel the need to challenge it.

"We could cuddle… or we could do other stuff then cuddle." You'd thought of all the reasons this was a bad idea. But voices weren't loud enough over the sound of your heart beating. He leaned in closer, fingers brushing your cheek.

"You sure that's not a margaritas talking?"

"Very sure." You said eyes locked with his.

"Why now?" It was a good question. One you had to think about.

"I don't think I ever was really myself. Like I was as much of myself as I could be while hurting that much. Now I'm happy and I enjoy things differently"

"Hmmm I noticed that. I think I got to know you more in the past few hours than I had when we were friends. You actually laugh now. At jokes and not just crazy like when things are exploding" he moved his hand to run through your hair and you couldn't hold back a soft moan. It had been so very long since someone had touched you.

You felt his lips press into your forehead. You'd thought about Wade before but he was in a relationship, then she died, and Wade wasn't himself for a long time. You'd figured if you were something he wanted he'd make it clear considering the dude flirted with everyone. You'd always had a secret fear that maybe you went his type. Vanessa was short and very tiny, other than her you were only sure of one other and that was Cable, who was serious, fit, tall, and massive. You were a good height and curvy as all hell. Suddenly you felt self conscious. But then he put his hands on either side of your face tilting your head up to meet his. You opened your eyes and they focused in on his lips. They were so close it caused the air in your lungs to get stuck.

"You're pretty quiet. You sure you wanna try to do other things. We can jump right to cuddling if that's better for right now?"

You looked up to meet his eyes.

"Is that what you want?" You tried your best to have it come out casually.

"Not really."

Your eyes migrated back down to his lips and you shuffled closer. You wanted to kiss him so badly you felt like your body was on fire.

"You can take whatever you want baby"

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That's all the permission you needed. You moved in and softly pressed your lips into his, then took things deeper. It didn’t take much for your breathing to become ragged, you were trying desperately to take the kiss further.

Eventually you bit his bottom lip and whimpered, finally he agreed, his hands tightened on your face and your tongues started to battle it out. You wanted to win, so you moved to straddle him. Finally accomplishing some friction between the two of you, you could feel your panties sliding against your wet folds. This only lasted for a few glorious seconds, before he flipped you on to your back quickly moving to pin your arms above your head.

He started moving south leaving a red hot trail of destruction behind him. There was only so much your tank top would allow, Wade seemed very content palming your right breast while biting on the flesh beneath your left collar bone. You on the other hand wanted your goddamn clothes off.

You tried to break his grip and moaned when you realized such a task would only be accomplished by hurting him. He really had you trapped there, a piece of knowledge that only made you want your clothes off more. His grip on your breast tightened and his smirking lips took a long pull on the hardened nub that was poking up benthe the cotton of your top. You couldn't help your back arching. Finally, after paying respects to your other breast, he pulled back to look at you. He squeezed your wrists.

“Stay”

God he was so bossy. Something that divided you internally. A part of you wanted to push it, see how hard he would dig into you, and the other part was desperate to behave and be good. You decided you would be good, for now. He sat up, leaning back on his knees in between your legs. Slowly his fingers brushed across the soft skin of your stomach, then his hands ran up along your torso taking your shirt with them. Feeling his scarred hands trail lightly across you sent shivers through your body. You felt him cup and knead your breasts for a moment before pulling your top over your head. He took a long look at you which made you feel delicious. No one had ever pulled out this side of you before. Kissing down your stomach he stopped at the waistband of your shorts. He took your left leg and used it to flip you over, somehow taking your shorts off at the same time. There you were ass up naked and loving every second of it. His big hands came down to smack your ass, a loud noise of please ran out of your mouth along with most of the air in your lungs. Enjoying the response he did it again then started kneading the flesh.

“Fuck you are so fucking sexy.” You felt his hands slide down to grip the tops of your thighs. You arched your back further resting your head on the bed. “Good girl.” The words hit you like a bullet but before you had time to find your footing his hot mouth was all over you wet folds.

His skilled tongue painting some kind of masterpiece, he was touching you everywhere but where you really desperately wanted it. But this seemed to be the way he operated, and you weren't complaining. After feeling like he had been everywhere, he started to circle that tight ball of nerves and you couldn't help but let out a shout. Pleasure was ripping through your body, things were starting to get hot and tight inside you, when all of a sudden those glorious lips closed in and created some heavenly suction. You couldn't stop your hips from bucking, this earned a heavy slap on your right ass cheek.

“Fuck fuck fuckf cukkkk ah” It quickly became too much, your orgasm hit you like a train, whole body tensing up then finally crashing down. Wade kept up the rhythm letting you ride it out. Finally pulling away when it became too much. He snaked his arm up your front to grab the front of your neck pulling you up on to your knees, angling your face so he could kiss you deeply. Putting on a show of how good you tasted. After a long moment of heated kissing, he positioned you so you were laying on your back again. Giving you a few moments to catch your breath.

“You wanna keep going?” he asked softly.

“Yes please.” you answered politely.

“Alright but, it's everywhere. All over me. So doggy style is generally best for this next part. If you wanna do it that way, I'm also just happy making you scream like this too.”

“Wade, we can stop if you need to. But I would much rather you fuck me like this. Or let me choke on you for a while then fuck me like this. On my back where I can kiss you and love you back. Ya feel me?”

He looked at you with searching eyes. You realized what you said probably sounded a bit off. Love you back probably wasn't the right thing to say, but you were operating with limited brain function at this point.

“This normally doesn't end well for me.”

“Hmmm. What part, how do you like to uh finish?” You asked slightly confused. Wade only laughed.

“That's not the problem, I almost got off just from you screaming like that. No, I just want to make sure you actually enjoy it. It's hard to enjoy things when you are looking up at someone who looks like they lost a fight with an industrial paper shredder that happened to be on fire.”

You snorted.

“Wade I never knew you before, but I’ve wanted you since I met you. Okay? There's no spooky feelings here.” Your words seemed enough to convince him. He leaned in for a soft kiss, one that made you want to misbehave. You pulled the shirt up, running your hands across the well defined muscles of his torso, then broke the kiss to pull it up over his head. You didn't give him a chance to be chatty, you resumed the heavy kiss, palming his erection. He moaned into your mouth. Feeling accomplished, you pulled the boxers off letting his heavy cock slap up against his stomach. You couldn't help but break the kiss, looking down you watched your hand slide over his impressive, throbbing length. You wanted to take him in your mouth, but before you could push him back onto the bed, he was already pinning you in place beneath him.

You felt him slide himself through your heat. Finally lining himself up with your entrance, his thumb set a steady pace on your clit as he pushed into you slowly. You were grateful he took his time opening you up. You let out a strangled sound when he bottomed out, you felt so full. He set a slow pace giving you lots of time to adjust, this only made you more desperate and needy. When he finally decided you’d had enough, you felt his hand squeeze the back of your neck as he set into a ruthless pace.

“FUCK” He was too much, his heavy body keeping you in place as your hips rose to meet every single thrust. you wanted to feel him as deeply as you possibly could. His hot mouth was biting into the flesh at the bottom of your neck. The heat inside you started to build and you were near your breaking point.

‘Wade” You breathed in a high, desperate tone.

“Cum for me baby” And just like that you felt it take over, your hips snapped up and your feet cramped up. You could feel your walls clench around him tightly, and you choked when he pushed through them even rougher than before. That thumb on your clit never gave up, keeping you trapped riding out the waves of pleasure. You felt it take him over, letting out a deep growl you felt him fill you. He held himself deep inside you, moving both his hands so his forearms were on either side of you trying to keep his weight from crushing you.

His forehead pressed against yours as you both tried to catch your breath. Eventually he moved out of you and he flopped onto his back. You got up and quickly went pee and cleaned yourself up. You grabbed another washcloth and went back to clean him up. You realised that getting up might have been a mistake. Wade was on his side with his eyes screwed shut.

“Hey, you okay?” You asked softly and grabbed the sides of his face and kissed his forehead.

“Better now.” He whispered.

“Sorry for getting up, I should have said something. Can I clean you up?” He gave you a strange look, like he was waiting for you to suddenly disappear. He took the washcloth and wiped himself down, you took it back throwing it into the bathroom. You looked down at him hoping that the voices weren't giving him a hard time. You sat next to him holding his hand, giving him some time.

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“So about those cuddles?” He asked softly, and you wondered how many times people had hurt him or thrown him out.

You got under the light quilt on your bed motioning for him to do the same. He followed you, laying on his back, you tucked yourself into his side, enjoying his big arms wrapping around you. You gave his neck a light kiss.

“I missed you.” you said softly

“You have no idea how bad I missed being around you.”

“I won't leave again, if you wanted to make this either a regular thing… or a proper thing… if you're into that?” You felt a tight ball of nerves in your stomach.

“I’d really like that.” He kissed your forehead. You thought about all the things you would have to do to make this relationship compatible with your new life. But that was a later you problem, right now you were the best kind of exhausted. You both drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

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Obsession, Chapter 10

‘Mmm, kitten. I can picture you now. Restrained to my bed, naked, with only a bow wrapped around you, so I can unwrap you like a present… The perfect present. Take my time with you, licking every inch of your skin. I bet you taste delectable, darling.’

Robyn bit her tongue and tried to keep quiet as she listened to the pervert on the other end of the phone.

She was sitting at her desk in her bedroom, she had been trying to do some work when Tom called her. Like he did every night since his first phone call over a month ago. It always turned to him speaking filth to her, telling her all the dirty things he would do to her.

If she hung up on him, he would just keep ringing her until she answered again. She couldn’t turn her phone off because it was her works phone too, she had to be on call for her boss in-case a new story came in. So she had learned that it was easier just to let him talk and get it over with, it saved time.

After Max’s death, there was no way she could continue to cover The Choker’s story. Especially because of how close he was to her, stalking her. The roses and chocolates kept coming. She had binned the roses and chocolates once, which angered him. He had called her up demanding an explanation as to why she did that, then he warned her if she did it again, he would start hunting her friends. Rattling off a few names to her to prove that he meant business.

So every new bunch of roses went into the vase on the windowsill in the living room. She blamed herself every day, wondering if she did something wrong to get his attention.

She worked from home now mainly, and she didn’t go out with her friends. She was too scared he would latch onto one of them and kill them. She didn’t trust him not to go after everyone she loved.

Pinching the bridge of her nose while he kept purring seductively right into her ear, she tried to ignore the feeling between her thighs at his words. But it was hard, he had a wonderful voice, and he certainly knew the right things to say to get her worked up.

But she would never let him know that, or act on it. He was a murderer, he didn’t deserve to win.

She had threatened to go to the police with all the information she had. But he just laughed and threw that back in her face. Saying it wasn’t a crime to send fan letters and flowers. That he was too well respected at his work, he would easily be able to get alibis, there was no evidence linking him to any of the murders. And of course, she was scared he would go after her friends.

Figuring because he hadn’t tried to actually approach her yet, she thought, or hoped, he wouldn’t kill her. Maybe he was just obsessing over her for a little while. She hoped that maybe he would move onto someone else soon and forget all about her. That maybe his threats about making her his were just that, threats.

When she did go out, she was almost always followed by him. He didn’t care about being so sneaky anymore, blatantly stalking her. But she still never got a good look of his face, he always had a hood up. He was a hell of a tall guy though, looked quite lean yet with broad shoulders. Going by the murders, she knew he was strong. So didn’t want to get on the wrong side of him.

Yet at the same time, she was so angry and just wanted her life back. While she was still grieving over Max, she knew she needed to start living again.

But it was a difficult thing to do with a serial killer being obsessed with you.

Tom was stroking his cock while he spoke to her, telling her everything he wanted to do to her. Again.

Once he made himself cum, making a mess on his stomach, he let her get back to work. Much to her relief, she couldn’t hang up on him quicker. He was irritated, he desperately wanted her. Physically.

Now that Max was out of the way, he did try to resist just a little longer. To hold off until he was properly ready for her. But he was struggling more and more every day. The obsession with her was just growing far too strong within him, he wasn’t going to be able to contain it for much longer.

So he started the ball rolling.

Robyn heard the following evening that her doctor, Doctor Scott, had been killed by The Choker. There was also a break in at the surgery he worked, it was thought to be The Choker. Since the burglar used keys to get in, Doctor Scott’s keys. But it was weird, as nothing was taken. But it was shown on the CCTV a hooded figure going into the building.

Robyn wondered what the hell Tom was playing at. Was he just toying with her? Or someone else? She wasn’t sure if it was directed at her or not, since Scott had been her doctor. But he was hundreds of other people’s doctor, too.

She had to stop taking everything he did as personal. He was a serial killer, after all. It’s what he did.

A few days later, her friend Faye was on the phone.

‘Come on, Robyn. You’ve not been out in months. Please come with us, it will be fun. It’s Sandra’s birthday after all.’ She pleaded.

‘I dunno…’ Robyn sighed. She desperately wanted to get out of the house, to go and enjoy life again. A night out with the girls would be just what she needed.

‘Pleaseeeee!’ Faye begged.

‘Alright. But I’m just going to have a few drinks. And I’ll meet you at the club, and leave apart from you all. I don’t want to attract him to you.’

‘Ok, deal. It will be so good to see you again!’ Faye said excitedly.

Robyn was nervous, she knew she shouldn’t be doing this. But she pre booked an uber to collect her, hoping that Tom wouldn’t have time to follow. So he wouldn’t know where she was going.

She knew as soon as she got there she would relax. And on the journey there, when there was no sign of anyone following the uber, she allowed herself to get excited about her night out.

Robyn sat at the bar with a few of her girlfriends in the club, drink in hand while she swayed back and fore to the music. It felt so good to be out.

A tall shadowy figure stood in the corner of the club, watching her every move. Watching the way her hips swayed whenever she went to the dancefloor to let loose, the pretty blue dress she wore hugging her figure beautifully.

When Robyn ordered another drink, she foolishly left it at the bar when one of her friends dragged her, yet again, to the dancefloor.

The figure made his move. He swiftly crossed the club and as he passed the bar, he stuck his hand out and dropped a small pill into her drink. No one noticed as it quickly dissolved, everyone was too busy wrapped up within themselves and others, lost to alcohol and music in a sea of sweaty bodies.

He headed out into the crisp night and made up camp just along from the entrance. Biding his time.

Robyn felt funny. The drink suddenly hitting her, even though she could’ve sworn she hadn’t had many. But she definitely didn’t feel right and she knew something was wrong.

She headed to the cloakroom to get her jacket, well, stumbled there was more apt. Her vision was starting to get fuzzy and her limbs felt heavy. Just managing to hand over her ticket in return for her jacket, the woman watching the cloakroom sneered at her. ‘Ridiculous how drunk people get.’

Robyn barely registered what she said as she started to make her way outside. But as soon as she hit that fresh air, she thought she was a goner.

She stumbled to the side, but strong hands captured her just before she fell into the wall.

‘Woah, easy there, darling.’ A smooth voice reached her ears. One she was sure she had heard before… But she was struggling to focus, trying to remember where she knew that voice from.

The world was spinning, all she knew and could feel was being held against someone. Alarm bells were ringing within her at that voice, she knew she had to fear this man. But she couldn’t place why.

‘Come on, let’s get you home.’ He said softly, his large hands holding her and guiding her down the street.

‘No!’ She garbled out as she tried to push away from him. But she was far too weak, her bones felt like jelly. And even if she hadn’t been drugged, she wouldn’t have stood a chance against him anyway.

‘Shhh, shhh. Come now, kitten. Don’t want to make a scene now, do we?’ He said firmly.

It suddenly hit her. She knew who it was. It was the same man that had been toying with her for the past seven months. The same man who had, up until now, kept his distance from her. Or so she’d thought, anyway.

It was Tom.

That voice was the same voice that called her every single damn night for the past month. Saying barley anything else but utter filth to her with that sinful voice that she so wished wasn’t so captivating.

But what terrified her the most. Was the fact that the very hands holding onto her so strongly, were the same hands that had committed such evil, despicable crimes that made her skin crawl merely thinking about.

What he was capable of…

She did not want to make him angry, in fear of becoming another statistic on the news.

When she started to comply, not trying to get away from him, he hummed in approval. ‘Good girl, that’s better.’ He purred, leading her away.

But not far down the road, her legs gave way as she lost consciousness. So she was scooped up into his arms and carried home. Her purse was raided for the key as he let himself into her home and carried her straight through to her bedroom.

Robyn was still out cold when she was laid down on her bed and her clothes were carefully removed.

Tom breathed in sharply as he took in every inch of her, his heart hammered in his chest at finally having her like this. Stripped naked and so vulnerable to him.

Slowly stroking up her inner leg, he marvelled at how soft her skin was. Unable to resist, he lifted her foot and kissed her inner ankle. Then he started working his way up her body, kissing and licking as he went, until he came to the main prize.

Breathing over her softly, he pressed soft kisses to either side of her cunt. Then slowly started to lick her, delving between her folds and up over her clit. He draped her legs over his shoulders and continued eating her out like a man possessed.

Robyn’s body was reacting well to the assault, he could feel and taste her getting wetter. But she started to come round briefly, though she still felt like her body was so heavy and as if her mind didn’t belong to her anymore. She managed to glance down, her stomach churning when she saw a strange man with a head full of curls down between her thighs. A beard scratching against her sensitive skin while his tongue focused on her clit, forcing her to cum even though she didn’t want to.

She tried to reach down to push him away, but she just couldn’t. She passed out again, her mind going blank.

When she came to a little while later, it was to the sight of the man above her. In any other circumstances, she would’ve said a very attractive looking man. One she was sure she recognised somehow... He was smiling sweetly down at her as she tried to scream, because she felt a very large presence pushing into her, forcing her body to accommodate him, whether she wanted to or not.

‘N… no…. p…’

‘Shhh, hush now.’ He whispered, leaning down flush against her he stroked her hair and kissed the side of her lips. ‘Relax, kitten. It’s about time I took what’s mine.’ Was the last she heard before passing out once again as he thrust deliberately into her.

When Robyn woke in the morning she felt so groggy, like she had the hangover from hell. She could barely remember what happened last night as she sat up, her whole body felt achey and like she had been hit by a bus.

She didn’t remember drinking that much. In-fact, she couldn’t remember anything from last night after dancing with her friends to her favourite song, it was all blank…

But when she got out of bed and stood up, she paused as her blood ran cold.

Parting her legs, she reached down between her thighs and whimpered as she felt a very sticky mess there… Slowly dribbling out of her and down her inner thighs.

‘Oh no.’ She cried, panic hitting her.

She was naked, which wasn’t exactly unusual because sometimes she did sleep naked. But having a man’s cum inside of her was NOT usual since losing her boyfriend.

Running into the bathroom, she jumped straight into the shower and did her best to get as much of it out as possible. Then she just sat there in the shower, in tears. Shaking. Not knowing what to do, or even who did it.

But then she realised… what if he was still here?

Shaking with fear, she turned the shower off and grabbed a towel. Wrapping it tightly around herself, she slowly made her way out of the bathroom and inched her way through her house. Checking in each room carefully, then she darted for the door and made sure the chain was on.

Only then did she relax a little.

Though not for long. A few hours later, after much contemplating of what to do, her phone rang.

She glanced at the number. She knew exactly who it was. In a weird hope of desperation for someone familiar, no matter who they were, she answered it quickly.

‘I think that’s the first time you’ve answered me so quickly, kitten.’ The voice on the other end of the phone purred.

Then it suddenly dawned on her. The voice, it was so familiar… She couldn’t place him last night, why he had been there… But she had heard that same voice last night, and now she knew why it sounded SO familiar.

‘You… You were there last night.’ She stammered.

A low chuckle reached her ear. ‘I was indeed. I must say, it was nice to finally lay claim to what belongs to me. Even if you were unresponsive… This time. Do you know how becoming you look when you cum?’ He growled.

Robyn let out a sob, it had been him. He had been inside her home… Inside her. Before hearing anything else, she hung up on him and turned her phone off.

She slid down the wall and started crying.

Not only was he a serial killer. And a stalker. He was a rapist too.

And she knew that she was not just his victim. No. She was his toy. One that he was having fun playing with.

She screamed, not just in fear or pain, but in anger.

Now she knew that his threats weren’t just threats. They were promises.

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kookscrescent · 4 years

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Performance Evaluation (m) │ myg

➤ pairing│Yoongi x female reader ➤ summary│After the guy you’d gone out with for a few weeks, suddenly dumps you after you’ve slept with him, you want to know if your bedroom skills are the root of the problem, and there’s only one person you really want to turn to to find out. But unfortunately for you, he’s gay. So he sends you to the next best person. Min Yoongi. ➤ rating│NC-17, mature, 18+ ➤ genre│smut, college au, fuckboy au ➤ warnings│smut, protected sex, oral (male and female receiving), dirty talk, vulgar language, a homosexual Jimin makes an appearance because why not, Yoongi is a bit of an arrogant shit but we still love him, also a little bit of fluff cuz I can’t help myself, aaaand if you squint a little bit of angst ➤ word count│6.7k│semi edited ➤ release date│November 9th 2019 ➤ disclaimer│This is all fiction! Nothing mentioned/written are facts and/or real! So please just keep that in mind when reading and enjoy! Thank you ♡

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You storm through your front door, your blood boiling with rage and sadness. “Am I totally undatable?!”

Jimin eyes you cynically from his spot on the couch, the half-eaten slice of pizza hanging inches from his mouth. “What are you talking about?” He doesn’t spare you another glance, taking a bit of the pizza and returning his attention to the tv in front of him.

You slump down next to him with a huff. “He dumped me. He really fucking dumped me.”

This however makes Jimin sit up straighter, his eyes now focusing solemnly on you. “Why? I thought you said he like you and things were going great.”

“So did I!” You shriek, throwing your hands in the air. “We’d been hanging out a lot, going on countless dates. And you know how I like to hold out on sex?” You pause for Jimin to answer.

“Yeah, you like to get to know the guy first blah blah…”

You glare at him, “Like that’s such a bad thing! But not the point here.”

“Then what is the point?” He grins with his mouth full of pizza.

“The point is, that after six weeks of dating, we finally had sex.”

Jimin’s eyes goes as wide as teacups, his mouth practically falling to the floor. “Six weeks?!! What are you a prude?”

“Jimin!” You kick the side of his leg, a yelp of pain coming from him. “I am not a prude! I lost my virginity when I was 17!”

He snorts, “So? That doesn’t mean you can’t be a prude.”

“Jimin, come on! Stop being an ass.” You whine. “This isn’t funny. Why would he dump me straight after he’s slept with me?”

A knot forms in your chest at the sudden thought of him just wanting you for sex. But why would he do that? All the dates you went on didn’t indicate him being that kind of person.

You catch Jimin looking blankly at the wall behind you, so much that it makes you turn around to see what he is looking at.

“What are you staring at?” You question.

“Maybe you’re bad in bed.”

“I am not bad in bed!” You gasp offended.

“How do you know?”

“I… I… I am not bad in bed, okay!”

“Fine.”

Silence falls over the living room, as Jimin goes back to watching tv like he hasn’t just claimed that you are bad in bed. How would he even know that? You’ve never slept with him! He can’t make such a statement without having anything to base it on!

“How dare you say I’m bad in bed!” You protest loudly.

“I didn’t say you were. I just posed it as a possibility for why he might have dumped you.”

“But what if you’re right huh? You’ve now planted the thought in my mind, how am I supposed to get it out?! It’s going to be etched in there for eternity!”

Casually, he shrugs. “What if you just call him and ask him?”

“No chance in hell!” That would be downright embarrassing. You might as well also show up on his doorstep completely naked while you’re at it.

“Well maybe you cou-“

“You!” You gently grab him by the shirt, his entire body turning to you in shock. “You could help me find out!”

“How?” He hesitates, swatting your hands away.

“Let’s have sex!”

Jimin starts laughing the second the words have left your mouth. “Sorry sweetheart, but I don’t bat for your team.”

“Please!” You beg him. “You’re the cause of this, therefor it’s your responsibility.”

“No.”

“Oh come on, please please pleaseeeee!”

“Noooo ____! I’m not going to sleep with you!” He get up from the couch, strolling to the kitchen and coming back with two beers. He cracks them both open and hands you one. “I haven’t had sex with a woman since the night I lost my virginity in high school. That was conveniently also the same time I found out I was gay.”

With a pout you sip the beer. The bitter yet delicious taste making you sigh in relief. This is really what you need right now. You take another. “You’re supposed to be my best friend Jimin. This is what friends do for each other!”

He sits back down. “That’s funny, because I don’t remember that being a part of any of my other friendships. The answer is still no, ____.”

You can tell by the way his entire face has become stiff and his eyes darkened, that he means it, so you don’t press him further. Guess you just have to find out some other way.

Maybe you could trick one of your other friends into it?

Only seconds later Jimin surprises you by saying, “But I might know someone that is willing to help you find out.”

“What? Who?” Your attention has been grasped. You know that Jimin has a lot of straight and hot male friends, but you’ve never dared to make a move on any of them in fear of being turned down. They are all way out of your league.

“Yoongi.”

You almost spit your beer in his face. “Yoongi? As in Min Yoongi?”

Jimin wordlessly nods.

Not the guy you had in mind…

“The man is a womanizing whore, Jimin!” You retort, not at all happy with his answer. “He’s probably slept his way through the entirety of Seoul already!”

He leans forward, placing his beer on the table before turning to you. Slinging an arm across the back of the couch, he tugs one leg under the other. “I’m not disagreeing with you on that one, but that being said, it also means that he’s more than experienced and might have the answer you are looking for.”

Crossing your arms, you make a face of displeasure. Yoongi? Really? Couldn’t it have been anyone else. The guy is probably a walking STD.

“And besides, it’s not like you are looking to get into a relationship with him. You just want him to tell you if you’re bad in bed or not.” He shrugs twirling the string on his sweatpants.

“I guess…” you hesitate. “but what make you think he’d even say yes?”

“It’s sex.” He deadpans. “In all the time I’ve known him, I’ve never seen or heard of him turning down sex.”

“Well that makes me feel wonderful.”

Aimlessly, you’ve been strolling back and forth in front of your living room window, to the point where wear marks are beginning to appear in the hardwood floor.

Yoongi is going to be here at any minute now, and your nerves are sitting on the outside of your clothes. This is a first for you. It’s not like you’re a virgin – far from it, but you like to get to know the guys you sleep with beforehand. You’ve never had a one-night stand before. Well aside from the time you lost your virginity to some guy named James in high school.

But what went down that night can barely be classified as having sex. More like two inexperienced people, desperately trying feel any kind of pleasure and working out how everything works.

You barely even know Yoongi. You’ve met him a few times through Jimin at parties, but the extent of your conversations have only been a short ‘hey’ or ‘bye’, and then he would always be sauntering off, his eyes on some girl – his first target of the night, and you wouldn’t see him again that night.

Obviously, he’s attractive, you would be lying if you said you didn’t find him extremely attractive, but the thought of you being another notch in his bedpost still doesn’t sit well with you.

Maybe Jimin was right. Maybe you are a prude…

The sound of a car door slamming down on the street, grabs your attention, your head swirling around to catch a glimpse of the back of Yoongi’s dark hair, before he locks his car and walks up the pathway to your apartment building.

A short footsteps later and there’s a knock on your front door.

Before you change your mind, your open it one swift move. On the other side, Yoongi stands with his hands in his pockets, his head tilted to side and a shit eating grin on his face.

“Hey there dud rod.”

The nervousness dissipates in an instant and all you wanna do is slam the door in his face, but you need this.

“Yoongi,” you bite your tongue to hold back on adding a few adjectives, choosing to be the bigger person and be friendly. You are going to be having sex with this man in a few minutes after all. “Come on in.”

Stepping aside, you let him in. He’s already been here a couple of times in the past when you and Jimin have had a party, so he knows his way around, and he acts on it, going straight to the living room and looking around.

Shutting the door, you follow his steps. You decide against sitting down, instead choosing to stand on the other side of the coffee table. “So…” you quietly say in a try to ease some of the tension, but Yoongi cuts straight to the chase.

“Where’s your bedroom?”

“What?” you stagger.

“Your bedroom.” He repeats, rolling his eyes and standing.

“Why?”

“Don’t be coy, sweetheart,” he grins, his eyes filled with humor. “I’m here to judge your bedroom performance.”

God! Could he be more of a jerk? You feel humiliated enough as is that Jimin had to ask him to help you out with this.

Why, oh why couldn’t Jimin just have been straight for one night?

“I know why you’re here,” crossing your arms, you nervously shift your weight from foot to foot. “I just thought we might talk… a little before we… you know.”

“Have sex. It’s not a dirty word ____.” He teases taking a step closer. “Why talk when we can just get down to business.”

“Uh… You know… T-To set some ground rules?”

Yoongi crosses his arms, giving you a funny look, his nose scrunching in disbelief. “Rules?” With a roll of his eyes, he takes a step forward, automatically making you take one back as well. “If this is what you do every time you’re about to have sex, then I think we found the problem.”

Clenching your hands into fist, you itch to reach out and punch that stupid grin off his face, but you have more class than that, and before you can react in any other way, Yoongi takes it upon himself to find your bedroom. Walking down the small hallway he opens each door till he eventually finds it.

“What am I about to get myself into,” you whisper to yourself, mentally trying to shake off your nerves before following him.

With hesitant steps, you close the door behind you, and you make sure to lock it. Jimin has promised to not come home until later, but just in case he does you make sure to lock the door. You even wiggle the handle to check.

Just to be sure.

Yoongi huffs a dark chuckle from the spot he’s taken on your bed, amused at the obvious state of nervousness you are in.

“Why are you so nervous? It’s just sex. If it wasn’t for Jimin’s detailed description of some of your earlier sexcapades, I would think you were a virgin.” He comments.

Wide eyed, you stare at him, your cheeks flaming with embarrassment. “Why would Jimin tell you about that?!”

“I gotta get something out of this.”

“You’re getting sex!” puffing your cheeks, you let out a harsh breath. “Sex that you for once don’t have to pay for.”

Yoongi pauses briefly, his head tilting in a way you’ve come to find very annoying. You have quickly learned that it’s what he does when he’s about to be an asshole.

“Well, even if you do turn out to be a bad lay, at least you’ll have your humor… oh wait? Shit, you don’t have that either.”

“Look,” you say sharply. “This is embarrassing enough for me as it is, okay. I don’t feel particularly great about having to ask some guy I barely know to have sex with me, to find out if I’m any good. So could you possibly not make me feel worse than I already do?!”

Leaning back on his hands, he stares at you, his eyes scanning you from head to toe, his eyes softening the slightest bit. “I’m not trying to embarrass you; I’m just giving it to you straight, like you want me too. No pun intended.” He laughs shortly.

Groaning, you run both hands through your hair frustrated and annoyed, taking deep breaths you hope to cool down.

“I’ve never done this sort of thing before, okay.”

“Never done what before?”

You hesitate for a moment. Suddenly the fact that you’ve never had a one-night stand before, is a little embarrassing to admit out loud to someone who’s main occupation is hopping from bed to bed. “I’ve never had a one-night stand before, okay.”

“What?!” He blurts in surprise, jolting forward. “How can you never have had a one-night stand before!?”

Annoyed you huff at his arrogance. “Well excuse the fact that I usually like to get to know the men I’m going to sleep with, beyond just their name.”

The frustration and humiliation are about to get the better of you. Why are you even doing this is the first place? It’s stupid! So what if you even are bad in bed? That’s not a valid reason to break up with someone… is it?

Is it too late to become a nun?

Turning you back to Yoongi, you step towards to door, you hand on the doorknob ready to let him out. “Look,” you begin but stop as you hear the bed creaking and Yoongi’s footsteps coming towards you. Before you know it, you can feel him behind you, his chest pressed up against your back. He rests his hands on your hips, pressing you back against him further.

“No, you look,” he whispers, his breath hot against the side of your neck.

“Uh… I-“ the words you were about to tell him gets lost, your mind completely blanking for any rational words. The only thing you can focus on right now, is the feeling of Yoongi pressed against your back side, and his soft lips grazing the shell of your ear.

“Stop talking. You might not have don’t this before, but I have.” He spins you around so fast you have to grab his shoulders to not fall flat on your ass. “Now, I’m going to do what I normally do, and I suggest you do the same.”

Taking a step closer, he squeezes your hips before once before running his hands up the length of your body, fingers brushing over the sensitive skin on your neck and into your hair. You barely get to register the feeling of his hands before his lips crash onto yours in a heavy kiss.

Instantly you freeze, your lips forgetting how to kiss, but it doesn’t faze Yoongi one bit. He takes the lead, moving his lips against yours as his fingers dig deeper into your hair and tilting your head to the side for a better angle.

It’s only when his tongue swipes your bottom lip, that you kick into action and finally kiss him back, melting into the kiss with a soft sigh. You relax, the anxiety and the nerves slowly dissipating.

Pressing you up against the door, he licks your bottom lip again, seeking entrance which you gladly allow him. Your tongues battling for dominance, but you quickly surrender, instead focusing your energy on savoring the feeling and running your hands through his hair, tugging lightly at the soft strands. It draws a low growl from his throat, a sound so animalistic and a sound that goes straight between your legs. You do it again, wanting to hear it for the second time.

It works. He growls, pressing you harder into the door as both of his hands leave your hair to grasp you under your ass.

“Jump,” he commands against you lips.

You comply without question. Wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms encircling his neck, your tongues continuing to explore each other.

He’s already hard, the feeling of his bulge beneath his jeans setting your insides on fire and making you slightly eager to get things moving. You squirm in his hold, your breast squished against his firm chest, and a sweet hum of satisfaction leaves your lips when he rubs against you in just the right place.

Spinning around, Yoongi carries you to the bed, dropping you on to it. First, you are confused. He just threw you onto the bed like you were yesterday’s old shirt, but secondly, you are turned on. No one has ever thrown you on the bed like that before. Each of your past lovers have always handled you like you were a piece of porcelain that could break at any second.

This is a nice change. A change you didn’t know you liked until now.

Before crawling on the bed with you, Yoongi discards his shirt, throwing it on the floor and leaving you to stare at his firm abs.

Your fingers itch to reach out and touch them, just to see if it’s an illusion or if they really are as hard and firm as they look from where you’re lying.

“Stop drooling and take off your shirt.”

Now your fingers itch to punch him in the face. “You’re an asshole.”

But yet you find yourself complying to his command, your shirt landing on the floor next to his. He crawls on the bed making you lay down till he’s full above you, his arms cascading you in. He lowers himself, his arms taking most of his weight and his lips going straight to your neck. His nips at your skin, his teeth lightly grazing over your pulse point, his tongue swiping over the same place to soothe the sting that follows his bite.

You can’t help the moan that escapes you, the feeling of his lips moving on your neck going straight to your core. You reach up, roughly combing your fingers through his hair and bringing his lips back to yours.

“Eager?” He smirks into the kiss.

You’re done wasting time and being timid and nervous. The thought of why you are really doing this is the last thing on your mind.

“Just get on with i-“ Your words gets swallowed by a low moan as he grounds his hips against you.

Yoongi breaks the kiss, working down your body instead. He leaves open mouthed kisses down the base of your throat and between your breasts. With his hand he raises you off the bed slightly, enough for him to reach under you and open your bra.

It lands on the floor in seconds, his mouth not wasting any time in taking one of your nipples between his lips and sucking.

“Oh,” you breathlessly gasp.

He sucks harder, his tongue rapidly flicking over your erect nipple while the firmly grasps your other breast with his hand.

You buck against him, your hips meeting and causing him to groan around your breast. His mouth and hand switch places, his lips lacing around your other nipple, giving it the same attention as the other got.

You are becoming impatient, your mind and body filling with the familiar feelings of ecstasy. You need more. You want more. All you can think about is wanting to see what he’s sporting beneath those tight jeans.

Speaking of jeans, you reach down, hurriedly fumbling with the button, your fingers keeps slipping each time Yoongi flicks his tongue over your nipple, but eventually you get it undone and the zipper follows till you can push his pants down his hips.

With a pop Yoongi’s mouth leaves your breast and he sits back on his haunches before you can do anything further. He smirks, eyeing your naked upper body and the small red patches he has sucked into your skin. A hum slips from his pink lips.

You expect him to make some snark comment, but he doesn’t, instead he quickly rids you of your jeans, leaving you in only your panties.

“Black lace,” he huffs. “How basic are you?”

You roll your eyes, lifting yourself up on your elbows. “If you are so against my black underwear, why don’t you just take them off?”

With no further warning he does just that. Ripping your panties down the middle, the flimsy material hanging off his pointer finger where he twirls it arrogantly, before flinging it over his shoulder. On instinct you close your legs only to have Yoongi pry them back open. A heaty look in his eyes.

“Don’t go shy on me now, babygirl.” He drawls, slipping down between your legs, his mouth inches from where you crave him the most.

Lazily, he runs a finger down your slit, your arousal coating his finger. He brings the glistening digit to his mouth and sucking it clean, his tongue peeking out teasingly – wordlessly speaking of what he can do with it. The vision, igniting something deeper inside you and you have to close your eyes for moment. You could just about cum at the sight if you really concentrated.

But you don’t even get to take a breath before Yoongi drags his tongue up your soaked core, before wrapping his lips around your clit. Your eyes flutter shut as a whimper floats into the air. Blindly, your hands search for something to grab onto, anything they can reach and Yoongi’s hair is the first thing they make contact with. Pulling at his hair, he allows you to control his movements, his tongue slowly circling your clit before he drags it down to your entrance.

Again, with slow and precise movements, he pushes his tongue inside you, the intrusion making you arch into his mouth. No sooner, his tongue leaves you and you are about to protest and beg him to keep going, but your words get caught when he substitutes his tongue for two of his fingers.

A whimpered ‘oh fuck’ rushes over your lips, your eyes opening to look at the scene between your legs. His fingers are buried inside you – knuckles deep, and his tongue is now busy flicking across your sensitive bud at the same fast speed as his fingers inside you.

It doesn’t take very long for you to feel your orgasm building. The combination of his fingers and tongue being almost too much.

He’s had some practice, that’s for sure!

He hums around you, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as the sound vibrates through you. You choke back a moan. You are dangerously close to cuming.

You push at the top of his head, “Wait, wait, wait! Shit!” You pant trying to gather your thoughts.

He slows down, his fingers still buried inside you, slowly stroking your inner walls. His chin is glistening with your arousal. “Don’t tell me that I’m the first guy about to make you cum?” he teases, lips ghosting over you lower lips.

“Get off your high horse, you jerk.” You roll your eyes. “I-I want to cum with you inside me.”

“And you will,” he promises, his eyes turning dark. “After I make you cum around my fingers.”

Two seconds after he’s spoken, he speeds up his fingers, curling them just the right amount while his lips suck wildly around your clit. You throw your head back on a loud moan, not even caring that your neighbors might hear you.

“Oh fuck, of fuck, oh fuck!” You moan repeatedly, tipping over the edge as your orgasm hits you full force, your body shaking.

When he’s sure that he’s stroked every last bit of your orgasm out of you, he gets off the bed, kicking off his shoes and his jeans falling the rest of the way to the floor. He is about to pull down his boxers, but you stop him.

Both of you surprised by your actions but for different reasons. He thinks you are about to stop him and leave him high and dry, but instead you get up and push him down on the bed.

Enjoying the look of shock on his face, you crawl on top of him before any doubts can set in. Crashing your lips together, you grind down on his clothed cock. You can feel him smirking into the kiss, your sudden dominance clearly turning him on as you feel him harden.

You rock against him, your nails scraping down his chest to the waistband of his boxers. Gently, you run the tip of your fingers under the band, your kiss never breaking. You tease his skin, dipping your finger a little lower only to retract it and do it all over again.

Yoongi groans, his hands taking a hold of your ass, pressing you down on him further. “Dangerous game you’re playing right now.” He warns.

“Maybe I like a little danger.” You whisper hazy, a sudden burst of confidence rolling over you.

Burying your face in his neck, you suck harshly on the skin there, making sure to leave behind a few bruises of your own. This might be a one time thing, but you are intent on making him remember this, making him remember you. You are not going to be another nameless face on his bed post.

Your lips continue downwards, kissing a trail of wet kisses down his chest and over his firm abs till your reach the line of his boxers.

In a teasing manner you bite the waistband, your tongue sneaking out and skimming over the light patch of hair he keeps there. Your palms gliding up the inside of his thighs and settling over his bulge.

“Shit,” He clenches his jaw, feeling the pleasure build, all his blood rushing to his cock at one touch.

All those sounds you were making seconds ago, have worked him into a frenzy. His hunger for something more taking over. He wants to see you lips wrapped around his cock.

You make quick work of taking off his boxers, his cock springing into view. You are surprised to see that he’s bigger than the average guy. Still he isn’t the biggest you’ve ever had.

“Like what you see?” He grins, his arm sneaking behind his neck for a better view.

Instead of answering him, you return his grin, lowering your head and pressing kisses from the tip and all the way down the shaft. You repeat the process until you reach his tip again, your tongue teasing the underside of his crown.

“Fuck me!” his deep grunt only spurs you to do it again.

Grasping him with one hand, you wrap your lips around his cock, taking him as far as you can. The taste of pre cum hitting your tongue and making you sigh around him at the bitter yet sweet taste. Your hand makes up for the portion you can’t reach with your mouth, your fingers tightening around his base as you find the perfect combination. His hips buck against you, his cock sliding further into your mouth and almost making you gag.

“Shit!” he curses, tangling his fingers in your hair.

Oh, how you love the power you have right now. You love that way you have the ability to drive him wild with just the touch of your mouth. The look on his face is almost illegal. The way he throws his head back against the pillows every time you flick your tongue over the tip of his cock, the way he holds his breath as a way to control himself to not blow his load in your mouth too early.

Way too soon for your liking, he stops you. Grasping the side of your face, pulling you off him and before you know it, you’re back to laying on your back with Yoongi sitting between your open legs.

His eyes speaking of sins and lust.

Wide eyed, you stare at him. In your jaw there’s a subtle ache, but the ache between your legs overrule the one in your jaw.

Yoongi grabs you by the back of your thighs, dragging you down the bed until your ass comes in contact with his thighs. You feel his cock against the inside of your thigh, and instinctively you clench around nothing, the ache flaming up.

You are not going to lie, having your legs spread wide like this with Yoongi staring straight at your exposed core, makes your somewhat nervous and excited at the same time.

You are excited to see for yourself if he really is as good as the claims he really is, but you nervous and scared to find out if your skills in the bedroom really are the problem to why you got dumped.

Yoongi sees the change in your eyes, “Last chance to back out.” He warns you, before reaching past you to the nightstand where he grabs the familiar foil packet. He must have put it there when you were still in the living room.

He’s giving you an out? “No,” you shake your head. “I wanna do this.”

“Thank fuck.” He breaths relieved, ripping the packet open with his teeth and seething himself with the latex.

His hand reaches between you. With one hand he spreads your legs even further apart and with the other he guides the head of his cock to your dripping entrance.

A shiver runs down your spine and you allow your eyes to flutter closed when you feel him press inside you. Each inch stretching you out, a burn of pleasure and pain following. He doesn’t stop until he is fully buried inside you, his balls laying against the curve of your ass.

Opening your eyes, you bite back a groan, your hands fisting the sheet beneath you. His thrusts starting out slow and shallow. Immediately you want more. You want him to pick up the pace, you want to feel his hips snapping against yours, but you decide to keep quiet. Instead you clench around him each time he sinks back inside you. Your walls sucking him in and making him suck in a breath.

Yoongi gets the hint, and with a firm hold on your hips, he picks up the speed, pounding into you. The room quickly fills with the sound of your skin slapping together and your cries of pleasure.

“Yoongi!” you shriek. The movement of his hips sending you further up the bed.

A deep groan radiates through his body, “Fuck me, you’re tight.”

You no longer have control of your own body. Your inner walls are having a mind of their own, clenching and unclenching rapidly, desperately trying to keep up with the intense pleasure that is making its way through your body.

Slowing down, he stills almost completely. His cock sliding in and out of your warm heat in slow strokes. You both watch as he sinks back in only to retreat seconds later. He’s dragging out both of your pleasure, wanting it to last as long as possible.

With his cock still buried inside you, he leans over you, his weight being supported by his forearms. Suddenly he’s very close, your eyes locking together, and it feels almost too intimate.

Gently he starts rolling his hips, not going too fast but setting just the right pace. Your hands travel up the side of his ribs, the tips of your fingers ghosting over his skin and leaving a trail of goosebumps. Stopping at his shoulders, you sneak your arms around his neck, his forehead coming to rest against yours.

He begins alternating between sharp and fast thrusts, and slow and gentle thrusts – the rhythm making your head spin. Gradually, Yoongi seems to get bored of the pace and his hips launch into action once again, snapping wildly against yours, drawing loud cries of pleasure from you.

Tightening your hold around his neck, you bring his lips to yours.

Kissing has always been one of your favorite things to do during sex. It just adds that one extra thing, making the whole process that much sweeter.

Taking your lower lips between his teeth, Yoongi sucks on it. The slight prickle of pain shooting through your body and to the place where you’re connected.

You whimper into the kiss, mumbling, “God, you feel so good.”

Slowing down a tad, he pulls back to look at you. “You like that, huh? You like me cock filling you up?”

You’ve never really been one to enjoy too much dirty talk, but the way Yoongi’s voice rings deeply through your ears, has your toes curling and your want to hear more.

“I love it,” you groan, your lips gracing his and you tease him with the tip of your tongue. Running it along his lower lip before giving it a gentle bite.

He snaps his hips harder, his cock brushing past your favorite set of nerves on each pass. “I can’t wait to feel you cum around my cock,” he hisses. “Can’t wait to feel you desperately milking my cock for my cum.”

His dirty talk is enough to send you straight to edge, dangling dangerously close to falling over. Your body shakes under him, your nails digging into his shoulder blades, ready to hold on once you fall head first into your orgasm.

“I’m so close, I’m so close, please don’t stop!” you pant, your eyes squeezing shut.

“Eyes on me, babygirl!” he snarls. “I want you to look into my eyes when I make you scream my name.”

The pounding of his hips intensifies with the look of pure animalistic hunger in his eyes. You feel the tension in your lower abdomen building before it explodes without further warning.

A half broken scream of his name flies past your lips as you cum around him, your eyes never venturing away from his darker ones. Your hips are jerking ferociously, meeting each of his thrusts.

Yoongi takes a hold of your hair at the top of your head, tilting it to make your lips meet. Hungrily, he kisses you, your lips working together as one.

“Fuck! I’m, fuck!” Seconds later you feel his cock pulsate and deep hiss vibrates through your lips as he spills inside the condom.

You help him ride out the last bit of his orgasm, your wall tightening around him, milking him for every last drop he has.

Slowing down, his thrusts turn sloppy, his previous rhythm flying out the window. Eventually, he stops completely, his cock still nestled deep inside you and his head falls to the crook of your neck. Content, you sigh – your fingers slowly running through his hair and massaging his scalp.

It’s so weird to lay with Yoongi like this after you’ve just had sex. He hasn’t even pulled out of you yet, but you really don’t mind it if you’re being honest. During the whole thing, you completely forgot the why’s and the who’s of why this happened in the first place, and you just enjoyed being in the moment.

Yoongi brushes his lips over your collarbone, one, twice, before pulling himself up in a sitting position and then pulling out of you.

You whimper at the loss of contact, already missing the feeling of his cock expanding you so perfectly.

While Yoongi discards the condom, you roll yourself into the duvet. With Yoongi no longer being on top of you, the chilly air in the bedroom makes itself known.

Before laying back down on the bed, Yoongi pulls on his boxers. You both lay staring up at the ceiling, neither of you knowing what to say. You’ve never been in this situation before, so you don’t know the right protocol for a one-night stand. Or whatever you might call what the two of you just did. Are you supposed to make small talk or are you just supposed to ask him straight forward if your bad in bed or not?

You decide to break the tension, “So…”

“So,” Yoongi repeats.

You sit up, twisting your body to face him. “I’m not sure how this works in a normal case of having a one-night stand, but could you please just tell me and get it over with?”

With a sigh he sits up. “Look, I’m not gonna lie to you,” he begins, and you already dread the rest. “You’re not the best I’ve had-“

“Fantastic!” You huff, your voice laced with sarcasm.

“Let me finish before you throw a tantrum.” You glare at him, but he ignores you. “I was going to say, that you’re not the best I’ve had, but you definitely not the worst I‘ve had either.”

“Really?” Not the worst he’s had either. “So I’m not bad in bed?”

“I would come back for seconds.” He reassures you with his famous smirk.

“Really?” You highly doubt that he would come back for seconds with any girl. “You?” You have to laugh. “I didn’t think your man whorering ways allowed you to come back for seconds?”

“If the fit is tight enough.” He drawls wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

You smack his arm. “Alright, that’s enough.” You clumsily crawl out of bed, Yoongi laughing when you almost fall over the duvet still wrapped around you. “Isn’t the other person supposed to leave after the act is done?”

Picking up his shirt from the floor, you throw it at him hoping he’ll take the hint. He’s done this enough times to know how it works.

He pulls it on without question, next reaching for his jeans and shoes.

You stand there, still wrapped in your in the duvet, watching him dress. He even looks good putting on his clothes, but you’d never tell him that.

He grabs the rest of his belongings and heads towards the door. You can’t do anything but stand there awkwardly as he leaves the room without looking back.

A feeling of quilt suddenly washes over you and you run after him. You catch him just as his hand touches the doorknob.

“Yoongi wait!”

Looking over his shoulder, he smiles bemused at you. Your hands clutching the duvet to your body and your hair resembling something close to a bird’s nest.

“Yeah?”

“I, uh…” clearing your throat you cast your eyes to the floor all of the sudden feeling shy. “I… Thank you.” You finally manage to say to him.

You truly mean it. You wouldn’t have felt right if he’d left without you telling him how much you appreciate him doing this for you. It’s a weird situation – one you never want to find yourself in again, but still, he might be the only one in the world willing to have done this for you. And you know that if the roles were reversed and you were in his shoes, you would’ve probably felt a little used.

“Thank you?” he gives you a funny look, a lopsided replacing his smirk.

“Yes, Thank you. I-I mean, I know yo-“

One second Yoongi is standing on the other side of the room, and the next he’s standing in front of you, his hands cupping your face and his lips crashing onto yours.

You’re caught off guard for only seconds. You kiss him back, your lips moving together tenderly and slowly. Softly, you sigh against him, letting him move the kiss in any way he wants. You can feel him smiling against your lips at your surrender. Even outside of the bedroom he enjoys the control.

He pecks your lips slowly before breaking apart. He looks into your eyes, his hands still cupping your face. Languidly, he runs the pad of his thumb across your bottom lip. You watch him bright eyed, curious to see what he’s going to do next.

He pecks your lips one last time before releasing you. He leaves you standing confused as he retakes his steps to the door.

He eyes you from head to toe one last time before saying, “If you ever wanna go for seconds, you know how to reach me.”

And with that he leaves. Leaving you standing behind alone in the middle of your hallway wrapped in a duvet, your jaw on the floor.

It has been a looooong time since i last wrote something smutty lol.... remember to like and reblog if you enjoyed reading ❁

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spidernana · 4 years

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In regards to your Papyra craving, what about Chara taking Edge to an ice cream place on the surface for the first time?

“ABSOLUTELY NOT.”

Chara let out a long and weary sigh, tilting their head back to stare exasperatedly at the glaringly bright sky. The sun was blazing high overhead, overheating all it looked down on and some of those attempting to hide in the small splotches of shade the trees lining the busy street offered, and though it had been mere minutes since the pair had left the cool of the embassy, desperate for some sort of entertainment, a sheen of sweat stuck to the human’s forehead already.

Papyrus was pristine in all his meticulous, edgy glory, not a drop of sweat on his cracked ivory skull, but that wasn’t really a surprise. They honestly hadn’t ever seen him less than immaculate.

The ice cream shop they had stumbled across was the exact answer to the problem of the late summer heat, the thoughts of chocolate brownie fudge goodness nearly making them salivate, but, as usual, the prickly, picky skeleton monster was digging in the heels of his tall, spotless boots.

“Papyrus, please. I haven’t had non-magical ice cream in FOREVER, I might just die if I don’t.”

Unsurprisingly, he looked vastly unimpressed, raising a haughty, bony brow over his scarred and slitted sockets with near condescension, gloved arms folded across his broad chest immovably. He snorted through his nasal cavity, tapping a single, clawed phalange against his arm and sending another short, disgusted look at the little shop they stood in front of.

“I HIGHLY DOUBT THAT, MY LIEGE. BESIDES, THAT PARLOR IS FILTHY, AND I WON’T BE SEEN IN IT. I WILL BUY YOU SOME AT THE STORE.”

Chara lowered their gaze to glare at their bodyguard/constant shadow/boyfriend (“heh, more like ‘bonefriend’.” “Shut up, greaseball. Don’t you have a wife to drool all over?” “yeah, i do, actually. a sight better’n watchin’ you two fuckin’ moon over each other.”), jutting a hip out and pouting dolefully. The tall skeleton monster merely chuckled, his near-perpetual scowl cracking to reveal a handsome, fond, and mocking smile, and Chara tutted, hands now propped on their hips.

“Come on, that’s part of the fun, numbskull. Will I get tetanus? Maybe food poisoning? It’s all a mystery… and, it comes with rainbow sprinkles!”

It was Papyrus’ turn to sigh, the intensely bright scarlet of his magical gaze rolling in his sockets, but his small smile lingered around his fanged mouth, indulgent, as ever, of the little human’s wants. Perhaps more than he should be, as often as it drew them both into trouble, but he considered himself capable of anything they could throw at him, and acquiesced to their tiny, goading whispers of “Please please pleaseeeee…” with a tsk of a hidden tongue and a hand pressed to the small of their back, urging them towards the shop with a look of long-suffering patience on his sharp face.

“IF WE MUST, BUT IF YOU GET SICK, IT’S YOUR OWN FAULT AND I REFUSE TO PITY YOU.”

Chara lifted a fist to the sky in victory, and danced away from the monster’s lingering touch only to take his much larger hand in theirs, squeezing it and sending him a wink when he shot them a look askance.

“Liar~”

Several minutes, a fairly long line, and two scoops of slightly melty ice cream later (“YOU DO NOT NEED THREE, YOU’LL SPOIL YOUR DINNER.” “You’re not my mother, Papy dear.” “CERTAINLY NOT. YOU’D BE BETTER BEHAVED IF I WERE.”) found them seated outside the little shop beneath an aged plastic umbrella, Chara ferociously digging into their ridiculously sweet and chocolatey confection and Papyrus sitting stiffly on his bench of their table, doing his best impression of someone that had sat on a cactus.

“See? This is great!”

Papyrus looked as though he couldn’t disagree more, arranging the hang of his scarf around his neck primly and precisely as he looked around them, the cracking plastic table, and the stained pavement with an upturned nasal ridge and all the offended dignity of a slighted cat.

“MY SEAT IS STICKY, THERE ARE BEES AND TRASH EVERYWHERE, AND I HIGHLY SUSPECT THIS “ICE CREAM” WAS FOUND IN A LANDFILL AND REPURPOSED. I COULD PROBABLY MAKE YOU A HIGHER QUALITY PRODUCT IN ONE OF SANS’ SNEAKERS.”

Chara wrinkled their nose at the very thought, shuddering and shaking their head, before reaching out and lightly slapping one of the monster’s arms with the back of their hand, scowling at him playfully when he turned to look down on them huffily.

“Shush, you grump.”

He scoffed at the very thought, picking an invisible piece of lint from the pristine surface of his shirt and flicking it expertly into the overflowing trashcan at the edge of the small, cracked parking lot beside the shop.

“MY BROTHER IS A GRUMP. I AM HIGHLY CRITICAL TO BRING OUT THE BEST IN THOSE AROUND ME.”

Sounded like bullshit (not the part about his brother; they honestly didn’t know how Frisk put up with the bad-tempered monster), and they weren’t one to let that slide; Chara prodded their dripping plastic spoon at the prideful skeleton, arching a brow over their clever gaze and smirking broadly.

“Oh yeah? Why don’t you ever criticize me then.”

Papyrus looked unimpressed by the brandished spoon, pushing it away with a single claw and near distaste wrinkling his nasal ridge, and folded his arms across his chest firmly, tilting his skull and letting out a soft, quiet huff.

“YOU ARE BEYOND MY REPROACH, HIGHNESS.”

It was Chara’s turn to scoff, rolling their eyes, shaking their head, and looking back to the puddling remains of their treat. Damn… that hadn’t lasted long at all. They dug at the rounded edges of the paper bowl they’d been given, trying to scoop the last bits of chocolate from it while glancing back at the silently observing (and judging) monster beside them, fluttering their eyelashes in mocking.

“Are you calling me perfect, Papyrus~”

He smirked at that, the hard line of his furrowed brows softening, and he extended a hand to take the empty bowl from them, shifting it to the side to be disposed of later. His hand replaced it, taking theirs in its palm, and raised it to his fanged mouth to press a kiss to their knuckles, holding their gaze with his as he did so.

“YES.”

Chara blushed so deeply and profusely that their freckles disappeared completely, tilting their head to hide their gaze beneath the fall of their red hair. They only blushed deeper at the sound of his quiet chuckle, the feeling of his thumb stroking across their knuckles, and kicked a hanging foot against the umbrella pole beneath the table, flustered and short of breath.

He was ridiculously good at that, for such a rigid, cantankerous monster…

They glanced at him from beneath the fall of their hair, biting their lower lip and fiddling with the edge of their napkin.

“...you know, there are people that don’t believe that you know how to flirt.”

He snickered at that, his smile stretching wider across the sharp ivory of his face and the magic in his sockets softening. He shifted the hold of his hand to lace their fingers together, his hand nearly engulfing theirs, and leaned his jaw into the palm of the other, watching them fondly from beneath lowered lids.

“HOW UNFORTUNATE FOR THEM. I SUPPOSE I WILL HAVE TO SAVE ALL MY CHARMS FOR YOU.”

Chara smiled shyly in the face of the only one that ever been able to make them do so, and squeezed his hand gently.

“I suppose so.”

#papyra #one shot #papyrus x chara #underfell #uf!papyrus #uf!chara #i think this might be the first thing i've ever written for papyra #and i love it #a taste of frans #cuz you know me #ahahaah #that was lovely #sweet babus

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avenging-fandoms · 4 years

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41 from the smut prompts (there's people here) with Spencer pleaseeeee

41. There’s people here.

david invited everyone over for the fourth of july, and you happily accepted on behalf of you and spencer. you were so excited to tell spencer, happy that you guys were going to have a normal weekend with your friends.

“i don’t know.. i don’t really do well with the sun” you laugh, rubbing your hands on his bare chest. you lean down, kissing him softly.

“there’s something called the shade, baby. come onn i love swimming! every time i want to go down to the pool there’s other people there that i don’t like. his pool will have people i actually like there. come on, pleasee” you beg and he rolls his eyes, throwing on a t-shirt.

“fine. let’s go” you squeal and kiss him over and over, making him laugh. “we can’t get there in time when you’re kissing me!”

“we’ll just change into our suits at his house” you pack the bag and spencer throws on his sunglasses, locking the door behind him and holding your hand as you two walk to the car. “holy shit it’s hot as balls”

spencer laughs, getting in the car and leaving the door open, blasting the ac. he gives you the thumbs up and opens your door, and you sigh as the cool air hits your hot skin. he closes your door and gets into the driver’s seat, heading to rossi’s house with the music blaring.

he pulls into the driveway, and you happily hop out, racing to the door. you ring the doorbell, but hear music and laughing in the backyard. you walk in, spencer catching up as you get outside, everyone cheering to see you two.

“what the hell? where are your suits!” emily yelled from the floatie in the pool.

“we didn’t have time, we’re gonna go change now”

“you know where the bathroom is” rossi kissed both of your cheeks then spencer’s making you laugh. spencer follows you as you head to the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind you. you set the bag on the counter, handing spencer his suit. he took off his shorts and slid on his trunks, biting your lips as you watch him.

“hey you perv, get to changing!” he laughed and smacked you with his shirt. you slide off your shirt, shorts and underwear, spencer leaning against the wall as he watched you with dark eyes.

“who’s the perv now?” you tie the knot behind your neck, looking at spencer in the mirror. “can you tie me please?”

he comes up behind you, tying his the knot and you press your hips back, circling your hips against his crotch. “yn.. there’s people here. our boss is here”

“so? you’re so fucking hot and i just want you to fuck me” you turn around and whisper against his, fingers dipping into his trunks. he gasps, gulping as your hand slowly starts to pump him. “please fuck me, doctor. i’m desperate for you” you moan, spencer’s hand holding your jaw.

“naughty little thing” he growled, turning you around and bending you over the sink, pulling down your bathing suit bottoms. he pushed his down as well, licking his hand and rubbing up and down your pussy, slowly pushing his cock inside of you, covering your mouth as you let out a moan.

he started to thrust his hips, nails gripping your hips as he pulled you against him more. your eyes widened at the sound of a knock on the door, jj’s voice coming through it. “hey, are you guys okay?”

“yeah, we just got into a fight.. we might need a minute” you lie, spencer smirking in the mirror.

“oh.. okay.. love you guys” you heard her the sound of her flip flops fade, and spencer spanks you.

“naughty girl! you lied to your friend” he picks up the speed of his thrusts, making you grip the sink and your eyes roll backwards, your head falling onto the granite. his fist holds your hair, making you look in the mirror. “are you gonna cum? you gotta be quick, come on”

his hand snakes to your front and he rubs your clit at a fast pace, making your thigh shake. “i’m gonna cum, fuck, spence”

“cum for me, naughty girl” you bite down into his palm as you muffle your moans, pressing against his cock. you pull away from him and turn around, squatting on your knees. you look up at spencer and kitten lick his tip, his fingers holding your hair and shoving his cock into your mouth. “look at you, you’re quiet now with my cock in that dirty mouth of yours”

you smile and take your hand, pumping his cock as you bob your head. his eyes roll backwards, stabilizing himself by holding the sink as his seed spills into your mouth, masking his moans behind his hand. you pull away and swallow, cleaning him up.

“good girl” you smile and rinse your mouth out with water, cleaning yourself up before fixing your suits, putting sunscreen on each other and grabbing the back, acting like you two hate each other as you get to the pool. you get into the pool slowly and poke your head through a floatie, leaning on it.

“you guys okay?” you look at spencer through your sunglasses, and you noticed him looking at you too.

“yup. he’s just a major dick sometimes” they both laugh, jennifer handing you a beer and you thank you, looking at spencer over your sunglasses and winking, making him smirk.

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amenomiko · 4 years

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Thank you for the request ❤❤❤❤❤

Notice Me, My Lord

Pairing(s) : IkeSen Mitsuhide x MC & IkeSen Kenshin x MC

Type: Drabble

Rated: Fluff

Mitsuhide

At first, he sees her as nothing but an innocent girl that have lived without seeing the true darkness of war, and so other than teaching her basics on how to survive, he will silently protect her from afar.

Of course, teasing is a must, he just like to tease her, seeing how fragile she is in showing his emotion. But..

Not that he expect that she had a hidden talent. He expect and assume that she will be panicked the moment Nobunaga appoint her to be apart of the performer for the new allince that they have made with the barbarians. He glances to her in order to see her interesting expression, but only to find a smile instead. A confident smile at that.

And an "Understood."

He then followed her out the council hall, amused with her sudden show of confidence back there. "I see our little mouse has gathered some courage to fight?"

"...Of course."

Another thing that weren't expected to hear.

"Maybe it's time for me to have you," Her lips curved into a soft smile, "..To look at me properly after that."

His eyes widened. "...Hooh?"

"...No facade, no fakeness. Just the real you to acknowledge me."

Before Mitsuhide could reach out to her, she had already return to her chamber.

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The day has come. There were lots of attendees, it has filled Azuchi Castle all over, and the mixed of Nobunaga new alliance is not excluded as well. "I can't wait for what you would offer me, Lord Oda." His alliance grinned as he look around, "It is a perfect day of spring. Those rain of your cherry blossom petals is the perfection of its own."

Ring.

"Hmm? What is that sound?"

Ring.

Waves of awed gasps and chattering could be heard all over, where it followed by Hideyoshi's announcement; "We hereby welcome our main performer for today, _____."

MC had stepped into the stage, earning another cheer, and that includes the foreign lord himself. "Such splendid dancer. She is your chatelaine, you say?"

"Beautiful, isn't she?" Nobunaga smirked, satisfied with MC graceful movements. His eyes didn't leave from watching her, but it moves slightly to glance at his left hand man. Mitsuhide's orbs fixed on her, dropping his facade and guard altogether; practically mesmerized by her.

"Looks like.. She really want me to notice her so much, hmm?"

He grinned, yet his lips twitched the moment she turned, eyes meeting him,

...With a grin that match his.

He is the one to be teased this time. And she wins the game.

Kenshin

"Come on! Just this once!"

For the first time in history, Kenshin has lose his appetite to indulge in his favorite sake and plum. It tastes dull in his tongue, all thanks to the chatelaine of his castle.

No, it is thanks to that bear in heat, Shingen, for bringing her to HIS castle in the first place. Just how from a simple act of rescuing a woman in distress from getting chased by ronins when they were having dinner outside would lead into this?

If she sticks around her main savior, he wouldn't care less about her.

But of all the people, she wanted to be with him all the time, despite his cold treatments he gave her; implying how he hated woman so much (though it wasn't the case, only he knows why), still..

"Pleaseeeee~~~ I want to have the honor to have a spar with your Himezuru! Please? Please? Hm? Hm?"

"...Nonsense."

Not only to fight with a woman, but with a REAL sword? This woman is out of her mind..!

"It's not a nonsense, I can improve to you! A-actually..!" She quickly pull his wrist with full of desperation. "Actually.. I am.. One of the top generals from a foreign country..! I- and I- have been admiring you, my lord-- it is why I came in Echigo, looking for you, and--"

Nothing but lies. "Enough. One more lies from you and I will kill you."

She froze to the look in his mismatched eyes, remaining silent as he walk away from her.

"I'm not.. lying.." She murmured. Not that he is there to hear anymore.

Ever since then she had stopped pestering him altogether, properly carrying her duty as chatelaine, not knowing how the sudden changes somehow irritates Kenshin.

He can feel a void in his chest. Trying to ignore to no avail as it keeps on pricking to his heart whenever he saw her laughing and talking with Shingen and the others.

It has come into a mutual understanding that there's no such interactions anymore. Even though there's an obvious pressured sensation within his heart, he will put it aside as it was insignificant feeling.

Though.. That's what he completely believed so.

Until one day he had received a letter that he received an alliance from a foreign country, and they will send one of their lords to aid him in the upcoming battle.

Which turned out to be her, herself.

Not only she is one of the generals, but also a lord that represents her clan. She had appeared with a hundreds of army, comprised with elites and experienced fighters despite being small.

"I-I-It's the infamous Megami Clan..! Run for it..!! Ru--"

Despite being located far from one another, Kenshin's widen orbs watch the determined and charismatic looks that she give away as she gave out orders to her army. It was loud, full of confidence, and precise, it echoes throughout the field of war to the point the enemies quiver in fear.

In a mere second, she had killed the enemy's general ruthlessly as her armies wiped the remaining soldiers completely.

Shingen and his vassals froze in place as well; there's no aid needed from them because all enemies has been destroyed all over. "If you are the God of War, she is the Goddess of War, hm? How about having her as your wife, Kenshin?" The latter grinned, amused on how Kenshin's eyes that were still fixed on the woman in front of them.

...Somehow..

That was not a bad idea. Maybe, just maybe, it could be a solution to the void in his chest. She had completely mesmerized his attention, finding the way her shine within the field like a new light that has opened his feelings towards her.

#ikemen sengoku #ikemen sengoku mc #ikemen sengoku akechi mitsuhide #ikemen sengoku kenshin uesugi

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naruto-ichigo-soul-kyobabe · 4 years

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“Make Me”

Lee Minho oneshot

You were hanging out at your best friend, Minho’s house. The two of you were watching someone on TV, he was sitting on the couch scrolling through his phone, while you laid on your stomach, on the floor. You were starting to get bored of watching the same re-runs you’ve seen a dozen times. You rolled on your back to look at Minho, who was still absorbed by whatever he was looking at on his phone.

“Hey, Minho, you wanna do something?” You asked.

He didn’t respond. You weren’t sure if he didn’t hear you or if he was just ignoring you. “Minho?”

Again no answer. You wondered what he was looking at, since it was clearly more interesting than you. You got up and went around the couch, so you could catch a glimpse of what he was doing. You silently went behind him and your eyes widened in surprise at what he was reading; an article on the best ways to confess to someone.

To say you were shocked would be an understatement. You and Minho were best friends and usually talked about everything with each other, although it was harder to get him to open about certain things, but he eventually would. You were hurt that he didn’t open up to you about a girl he liked. You would be a better person to get advice from on how to confess than whatever article he found. You also felt a tinge of sadness that he liked someone, you worried that he would forget about you if he started dating someone, and you didn’t want to lose him.

However, that didn’t stop you from taking this chance to tease him, since it was usually the other way around, and you wanted him to get a taste of his own medicine.

“Whatcha looking at?” You asked innocently resting your head on his shoulder.

He flinched at your sudden appearance and immediately hid his phone. “Nothing.” He said, trying to remain cool, even though you could see his face begin to flush.

“Oh, is that so?” You asked smirking. “Hm, I could have sworn you were reading on how to confess to someone.”

He closed his eyes for a moment to try and collect himself. “Your eyes must have been playing tricks on you.”

“Oh cut it out, Minho. I saw the article you were reading. If there’s a girl you like, why not talk to me? I’m a girl and would be able to help you confess better than that article.” You said while you climb over the couch to sit next to him. “Soooo, who’s the lucky girl?”

Even though you asked, you weren’t sure you wanted to know. It felt weird to know that your best friend had a crush on someone. For as long as you knew him, Minho didn’t seem to like much people besides you and his members. So him falling for someone, was odd to you.

“I told you, your eyes were messing with you.” Minho said glaring at you. “So drop it.”

“Oh come on! Minhoooo, you gotta tell me who you have a crush on! We’re best friends!” You begged while shaking him back and forth.

“Y/N, I said drop it.” He told you in an icy cold.

“But I want to know who she is! I could help you win her!” You pouted. “Come on, pleaseeeee tell me.”

He turned to face you, his eyes shooting daggers at you. “Y/N, just drop it! I’m not telling you.”

“But why? I would tell you whenever I had a crush on someone! This is unfair” you frowned. “Minhoooooo”

You knew you were annoying him, but you didn’t care. You desperately wanted to know who managed to capture Minho’s heart. To know what it took to do so. You always had a tiny crush on Minho, but you knew he would never feel the same, so you always pretended you liked other guys. Of course you never dated them, because they just didn’t compare to your best friend.

“Y/N, just shut up about it.” He said letting out an annoyed side.

“But Minho-“

“I said shut up!”

You glared at him for being this way. You weren’t about to give up. You were willing to break him down until he told you. “Make me.” You regretted saying that because he turned towards you with a look of determination and annoyance in his eyes. You gulped slightly by the looking he was giving you.

“Fine.” He said as he placed his hands on your shoulders and looked you in the eyes before they trailed down to your lips.

“Uh, M-“

Your sentence was cut short by Minho pressing his lips against yours. You were taken aback, you didn’t understand what was happening at first, but once you did you kissed back. You had dreamt of this for so long, so how could you not.

He moved his hands from your shoulders to hold your face and deepened the kiss. You both broke away once you needed air. And he smirked at you.

“You better shut up now.”

“Wha-? But I don’t understand. Why would you kiss me if you like another girl?” You asked extremely confused.

“Omg, Y/N, why are you so dumb?” Minho said rolling his eyes. “I like you, stupid.”

You looked at him and blinked a couple times, processing what he said. “R-really? Are you sure? I mean there’s so many you’re girls you could date that are prettier and funnier and-“ he cut you off with another kiss.

“I told you to be quiet.” He said pinching your nose. “I like you and no one could ever compare. I’m assuming you like me too?”

“Y-yeah.. for a long time now.” You said blushing and looking away.

He stroked your cheek gently. “Then will you be my girlfriend, Y/N?”

“Yes of course.” You said turning to look at him, smiling so big it was hurting you face.

He chuckled and pulled you into his arms. “Good.” He then placed a kiss on your temple.

You leaned into him and no longer regretted asking him to make you shut up.

#stray kids #lee minho #stray kids imagines #stray kids imagine #stray kids fanfic #lee minho imagines #lee minho fanfic #mine

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starlightsearches · 4 years

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Can I request a fluffy Kylo X OC where they’re chasing their little toddler around Star Killer base? Pleaseeeee? 💕💕😘

Not Going Anywhere

Here’s my first request! I hope you guys like it; feel free to send in more 😌

Pairing: Kylo Ren X Female Reader

Warnings: This is probably a little more angst than you wanted, sorry about that 😬 But the ending is nice and fluffy!

“What do you mean you lost him?” You yell, and Ren puts a hand over your mouth, hoping no one outside of the supply closet heard you shouting. It’s cramped and too warm—only worsening Ren’s anxiety—which had built itself to a crescendo in the time it had taken to find you on the bridge and then convince you to leave your post. You brush his hand away, aggravated.

“I told you, he ran out the door. I couldn’t grab him fast enough.” Ren whispers, pained, “please help me.” Your mouth flattens into a line of frustration, contemplating the potential benefits and pitfalls of making him do it himself, and then you roll your eyes, sighing with exasperation.

“Fine, let’s go,” you shove him unceremoniously from the closet and back into the hallway, and two officers outside the door startle at his sudden appearance. For a moment they look like they might laugh, until they see your face, and instead they avert their eyes, suddenly absorbed with the screens of their data pads.

“Which way did he go?” You whisper to him, and Ren starts off down the hallway in what he thinks is the right direction. Others are watching as you make your way down the corridor, curious whispers following behind.

People know, of course, about the two of you. That had been unavoidable. You had done your best to stay professional in the public eye after your relationship began, but nobody on the whole damn crew was capable of keeping their mouth shut, especially after your nine-month “special assignment” off-base. Still, privacy was necessary to the survival of your relationship, and for any sense of normalcy when working. Most crew members never even saw you in the same room, let alone exiting a closet together.

“I’m sorry,” Ren whispers, again. He can see your anger in your posture, the way you stomp down the hall, listening intently for any sign of your son.

“Don’t you think-”

“No,” he cuts you off before you can finish. This is a conversation you’ve had before, and not one he’s interested in having again.

“I’m just saying,” you begin, “I could take him somewhere—somewhere safe—where he could grow up. Have a childhood. And then, later, when this is over …”

“You can’t leave.”

“Being on this base is not good for him, Ren.”

“Neither is growing up without a father.” He’s growling, anger bleeding through his words. You bite your lip and don’t respond. These talks never go well; Ren always ends up frustrated, and it’s worse this time because now he knows that you’re right. Maybe his son would be better off far away from him. Safer.

He’s still worried as the two of you walk: there are plenty of dangerous places a child could find themselves on the base. The armory, the hangar … the trash compactor. He forces himself to move faster, overtaking you quickly with his long stride. You feel it too, the panic, and grip his wrist in your fingers, a strange and unfamiliar show of affection for such a public space.

“Can you sense him?” You ask, running your thumb over the edge of his sleeve, finding your way to the skin beneath, but the panic won’t subside. He shakes his head, feeling helpless, and you pull him into an alcove.

“I’m sure he’s fine,” you whisper, bringing your hand to his face and rubbing the pad of your thumb over his cheek, “but we do need to find him. Can you?” Ren nods into your palm, calmed by your touch, and focuses outward, looking for his son. He’s easy to find once Ren has found focus: a small spark of joy amid the harshness and conflict of the base. Ren takes your hand in his, and pulls you in the right direction, the worry ebbing now that he has a clear destination. He pulls you to a stop in front of a door and punches in his access code, not waiting for it to open all the way before you both rush in.

Two sets of eyes stare back at you, their shock echoing their own, the silence in the room broken apart by pealing laughter. This is a Storm Trooper barrack, you realize immediately, the eyes belonging to a group of Troopers, KH-1317 and TZ-4390, in uniform but without their helmets. They look sheepish and avoid your gaze.

“Jaren!” You break from Ren, running to your son, pulling him out of the arms of the nearest Trooper. He giggles again, oblivious to the tension in the room, and you hold him close.

“Where did you find him?” You ask, and both Troopers relax infinitesimally, seeing that they are not in trouble.

“We were doing our rounds and he came around the corner,” KH-1317 says, gesturing to her partner, who nods, “we didn’t know he was your kid.” There’s a pause, awkward, uncomfortable, as no one seems to know what to say next. You pull your son tighter in your arms, and he rests his head on your shoulder, tired from his exciting afternoon.

“Thank you,” you say, hesitantly, “for watching him.” This is a break from the normal order of things, a strangely human moment for all of you, and Ren’s not entirely comfortable with the scene unfolding before him.

“It was no problem,” the other responds. She waves uncertainly to Jaren, who waves back tiredly, fighting to keep his eyelids open. You tug on Ren’s hand, surreptitiously, pulling him towards the door, and the two of you leave a bit embarrassed, but grateful.

The walk back to your quarters is better, almost peaceful, as Jaren dozes on your shoulder. Ren is feeling strange, the fear of losing his son gone now, leaving something soft and sentimental in its place. Gingerly, he places a hand on the curve of your spine, the connection so gentle you may not have noticed it, if you hadn’t outside of your quarters.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” you whisper, looking up at him with worry in your eyes. You’re drawing attention again, holding your child in your arms, and Ren knows that he’s only making it worse, but he needs to feel close to you right now. He solidifies the contact, pressing his hand more firmly into your back, and glares at the watching crew members who in turn avert their gaze.

You enter your chambers together, the room dark, and a little messy: clothes on the floor, and a few toys scattered around. You set Jaren in his crib and pull the blanket over him. He’s already asleep, soft pink lips pursed into a perfect O, his dark, unruly hair brushing his eyebrows. Ren sees too much of himself in him. He sits on the bed and swallows hard, unable to look at you, now that you’re alone. Afraid of what you’re about to say.

He feels the indent of the mattress as you climb up behind him, running your hands through his hair with soft, even strokes. He sinks into you, instinctively, amazed that you still have the power to undo him with such a simple touch.

“I’m sorry.” Your chest vibrates against his back as you speak, and tears prick his eyes without warning. Ashamed, he turns away from you, pressing the heels of his hands into the sockets, hoping to keep the grief from spilling out. You move to him again, pulled in by his gravity, grabbing onto his wrists and uncovering his eyes. Your expression is delicate, and you run your hands over the tears on his cheeks, clearing them away. He melts against your touch, the skin of your lips ghosting over his forehead, down his temple, and then placing a soft kiss on his nose. He smiles, involuntarily.

“I don’t want to leave,” you say quietly, mouth resting against his ear now, “and I’m sorry I suggested it.”

“I don’t want you to go,” he wraps his arms around you, holds you to him, laying back on the mattress beneath you. You fall together, your head resting in the crook of his neck, breathing in time. Your fingers trace lazy shapes on his chest, and his breath hitches in response.

“I lost him,” he says, and he’s crying again, the tears running down his face and into his hair, “he could have gotten hurt, and it would have been my fault.”

“Things like that happen, Ren. You can’t blame yourself.” You sit up and look him in the eyes, deadly serious. “You’re a good father. He needs you.”

“I don’t want you to go,” he’s repeating himself, but he’s desperate. He can’t do this without you.

“We aren’t going anywhere.” You fold into each other, and he feels it. You mean it when you say you’ll stay.

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Hey~ can you do the slutty sleepover thing but for wayv pretty pleaseeeee ?

Kun: You look over at him. He’s already a little drunk. He’s hiding half of his face with his hand, as if you won’t notice how splotchy his cheeks have gotten, or how easily he smiles at you. “Truth.” Kun says. You take a sip of your wine, lean over the table and smirk. “Do you like me?” you ask. “I think you’re nice, yes.” Kun answers. You place the wine glass back down on the table. “That’s not what I meant.” you tell him. Kun removes his hand from his face and looks into your eyes, “I’m not going to answer that.” You lean back in your chair and slap your hand down on the table. “What?” Kun asks. “Are you angry with me? Do you think I’m a coward?” You nod yes. Kun laughs, “I’m not a coward. To show you I’m not, I will take a dare instead.” You let your eyes travel down his stomach before looking back into his eyes. “Fine, “ you say. “ I dare you to touch yourself right here, right now, and right in front of me.” Kun’s eyes widen in fear. You shrug, as if doing his dare is the easiest thing in the world. As you wait for him to opt out, because you’re so sure he will, Kun sticks his hand into his pants. You can’t see anything except for the way his arms move as he jerks himself off, his arm veins prominent. You’re in shock. “Like this?” Kun asks, his voice breathy. He bites down on his bottom lip and moans. “You win.” you tell him.

Ten: “Sexy sleepover?” Ten asked. You couldn’t stop smiling at your suggestion, and neither could he. He sat at the kitchen table, his glasses perched on his nose, and his laptop in front of him. You shifted in your seat. If you shifted slightly, your pussy hit the edge of the chair just right. Ten watched, his facial expression a little bemused. “Please?” you asked him. You were two seconds away from getting on your knees for him. “I’m busy.” he said. Ten turned away from you and went back to his work. You knew he was doing it on purpose. Ten could clearly see you grinding on the chair in front of him, could hear the desperation in your voice. Without begging him, you got on your knees. You pulled his chair away from the table and parted his thighs. “You’re greedy,” he said. “Didn’t I give you good dick last night?” You rubbed the top of his legs and looked up at him with your prettiest pout. “You know I can’t help myself. I want more.” you said. At that, Ten laughed. Your mind flashed back to how good the sex was the previous night. You wanted it again. You wanted him to fuck you in the kitchen, in the living room, in the bathroom, and in the bedroom. Ten sighed, “I don’t think you have it in you to fuck again. I think you’re weak.” Ten came dangerously close to your face, his lips just an inch from yours. You could smell his sweet breath. You closed the gap, reaching out for his beautiful dick the moment your lips touched his.

Lucas: When you asked Lucas if you could stay the night at his place, he thought you would sleep on his couch. He was a little too clueless. Lucas left you in the living room after delivering a bundle of blankets and pillows to you. He was so cute in the way he tried to take care of you that you couldn’t help but play along, at first. “I’m going to play games, “ Lucas said. “Is there anything else you need before I go?” You sat on his couch and looked up at him. “I don’t think so,” you said. “If I do, I’ll be sure to come right in and tell you.” As soon as he disappeared, you gave Lucas a few minutes to get his game set up. When it was time, you appeared in his doorway wearing absolutely nothing. Lucas looked up from his game, the controller nearly falling out of his hands. He paused his headset so the people on the other end couldn’t hear anything. You watched his character die on screen, but he didn’t care. Seeing you naked was no new sight, but, every time you showed yourself, Lucas always felt like he was too lucky to have you. “What are you doing?” Lucas asked, his smile bright. You walked into the room and met him at the edge of his bed. “Just keep playing,” you said. “Keep talking to your friends.” You got on your hands and knees before him, your eyes never leaving his. Feeling unsure, Lucas slowly turned the headset back on. “I’m back,” he said into it. “I had to do something really quickly. I’m sorry.” You rubbed Lucas over his shorts, watching closely to see if he would make any noise. When he used the controller to continue the game, you took his cock into your mouth.

Xiaojun: He liked being in your house more than he liked being in the dorms. It was quiet where you lived, and there wasn’t anyone there to be annoyed by. Xiaojun laid across your bed like he lived their permanently, his hair wet from the shower, and a happy expression on his face. “Being here always makes me feel like I’m at a sleepover,” Xiaojun said. “ You feed me, clean me, and have fun with me. And I never want to go home.” You were drying your wet hair with a towel. You were naked and comfortable. You turned to him and told him that he was wrong, that you hadn’t yet fed him. “We should order food.” you said. From the bed, Xiaojun watched you cross the room. His eyes were full of lust. “ I have a better idea,” he said. “Why don’t I eat you, instead?” You stopped and felt the warmth wash down your lower belly. He didn’t have to tell you twice. You went over to him and sat on the bed. Xiaojun pounced on you, pushing you back down to the mattress. He was always so giving, so sensual. He kissed your body all the way down, using his hands to knead your body as he did. “Mmm.” he moaned when he saw your pussy spread out before him. He kissed you there first before sliding his tongue between your folds.

Hendery: When you heard about what Hendery thought girls sleepovers were like, you knew you had to make his dreams come true. You showed up unannounced to his place. “This is a nice surprise.” Hendery said, opening his arms up for a hug. You didn’t give him time to speak, just pulled him to you and kissed him. When you pulled apart, he finally noticed the girl standing behind you. “Welcome to your sleepover,” you said. “This way, my loves.” You took the hand of the girl and pulled her until you both reached Hendery’s bedroom. Hendery followed obediently, the confusion never leaving his handsome face. You removed the girls long coat to reveal her pink satin pajama shorts and top. Her nipples were hard, so you leaned down and took one in your mouth, your tongue wetting the satin. “Oh fuck, Oh shit, Oh God.” Hendery said. You removed your coat to reveal your own leopard print lingerie. Without paying attention to Hendery, you and the girl climbed onto his bed and started hitting each other with his pillows. You were laughing and tackling the girl, your breasts breaking free and hanging in her face. It didn’t take long for you to stick out your tongue and invite her in for a taste. When you were satisfied with the kiss, you looked over at Hendery. He was standing there with his mouth hanging open and his hands tugging at his jeans. “Well, “ you said. “What are you waiting for? Come here, baby, we need you.”

YangYang: You heard a noise come from somewhere in the room. A bang. A malicious laugh. Instinctively, you threw the blanket over your head. When you heard the noise again, it was accompanied by a thump and a curse. “My toe!” the voice shouted. You removed the blanket and turned your bedside lamp on. “YangYang, what are you doing?” you asked. YangYang straightened up. The light was so bright that he had to rub his eyes. “Going for a nighttime stroll,” he said. “What do you think I’m doing?” He sat down on the edge of your bed. You waited for him to explain himself, but he was taking too long. “Oh My God,” you said. “Are you scared of sleeping alone?” YangYang began to deny it, but it was no use. “I just wanted to be near you,” he said. “I wanted to….make out.” He was nervous, a little shy. Feeling soft for him, you moved your blankets aside and told him to climb in. You didn’t wait for him to fully lay down before you jumped on him and started kissing him.

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