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poppy-metal · 3 years

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"The first time you hear Izuku moan your name, its with you hiding on the other side of his closet door, your hand clapped over your mouth in shock.”

A/N: im placing this before the sexual side of their relationship begins. A prelude of sorts, if you will.

Cw: voyeurism, smut, dekus secretly dirty mouth.

All things considered izuku’s room was...not as gross as you expected a staple college aged guys dorm room to be. It was cluttered but not disgusting, posters of comics and figurines and manga and some clothes strewn about, everything kind of frenzied and haphazard. It was so incredibly deku, a secret smile pulled at your lips, even though your reasons for being here were less than innocent

He’s wearing fucking pink. Because of course he is, of course izuku is humble and comfortable in his masculinity enough to pull off a bright pink t-shirt. It hugs his chest too, and you have to wonder if literally any of his clothes fit him and the tits he decided to grow in college. His image is so utterly imposing, his smile so bright, and laugh so airy, it sends butterflies flipping through your stomach at just the sight of him and that makes you want to vomit. Your lips curl in a sneer and you’re walking towards him and the group of friends he’s talking to as if on reflex.

Stupid, lovely deku. You knock your shoulder into his as you pass, hard enough that his books clatter and fall to the floor, scattering. And then those green eyes are on you, giving you his attention and your body feels alive, your blood cells buzzing under your skin even as he frowns. The dimples on his freckled face fall as he takes you in. Yes, you think, look at me, see me, want me.

Out loud you say. “Watch where you’re going, stupid deku” and you’re looking at him like he’s the dirt under your shoe. He’s not. He’s the center of your universe. Your world tilts around his axis. “Pink isn’t your fucking color by the way”. it is.

Izuku huffs. He’s past the point where he used to turn as red as a tomato and duck his head whenever you stood in front of him, but he’s still deku at the end of the day. An easy target. “If looking at me bothers you so much you could just ignore me.” He crouches down to pick up his things. His words make you itch, if you could ignore him, you wouldn’t fucking be here. Its because he exists too much, that you want to push him down so much.

You step your manicured foot onto his notebook right as he’s about to grab it. He tugs at it, you dont budge, and he looks up at you, exasperated. “Can i have my notebook, please?”

Why is he so fucking pretty? God, you want to throw up. You dig your heel in further, covering the flutter you feel in your chest with a practiced sneer. “I like the way you say please, deku.” You lean down a little, “Say ‘your highness’ and i’ll move”

It’s a thrill, seeing the way his jaw sets, his brow furrows, his eyes go annoyed. Sweet, sweet, friendly izuku. You’re the only one he looks at like this, like he wants to throttle you. But he won’t. You see his adams apple bob, his cheeks dust pink, even as he glares. “No”

You pause. It’s not the first time he’s gotten snippy with you, but the conviction behind it is new. You feel something in your stomach give a jump, your blood thrumming in your ears. You jerk your foot towards you, sliding his notebook out from his hands and standing completely on top of it with both your feet now. Your sticky lips, glossy and plump, spread into a mocking grin, “No? Do i need to slam you into some lockers and take you lunch money?” You feel a thousand feet tall, towering above him still kneeling, you on the high ground, looking down at him below you, where he can’t reach you. Can’t ever see the truth. “C’mon pansy, you’re already on your knees anyway”

But he isn’t anymore. He jerks to a stand, and now he’s taller than you, but you puff your chest out, not letting that affect you. It always affects you. Not that he knows or ever notices. Your eyes are widening when he steps forward so you’re practically nose to nose and chest to chest. “I don’t have time for you” he snaps, irritated. And then he’s stepping away as suddenly as he stepped up, the rest of his things gathered in his arms, he shakes his head at you, a tendril of that mossy mousey hair falling into his eyes. “I gotta get to class”

And then he’s gone, brushing by you, disengaging. You stand there, your breath stuck in your chest, not moving. ‘I dont have time for you’ over and over again rings through your head like a mantra. You step off his notebook robotically and kick it across the floor. It bangs against a wall and you feel your fists clench, nail beds digging into your palms harshly. ‘I dont have time for you’

You turn on your heel, away from the direction of your class, fury blinding you. Anger in place of humiliation, vindication in place of being humbled. You don’t know what crawled up his ass and made him think he was above you all the sudden, but you weren’t having it, not the fuck at all.

And that’s how you found yourself snooping through izukus dorm, with the intention of finding some kind of dirt, or something to hold over his stupid head. He didn’t have time for you? How dare he act like he was better than you, like he had things more important to do than to indulge you. You were still so mad you wanted to throw a tantrum, kick and scream and claw his eyes out. Straddle his stupid broad waist and shake him until all he saw was you, you, you.

You really hated him. Hated that because of him you were basically a bully because any attention from him was attention you thrived and lived under. Maybe if you weren’t so prideful, so disgusted by the weakness of your own gooey emotions for him, you would have tried to be the center of his attention in a nicer way, but as it was you were in too deep. This was the sick game you played, and losing wasn’t an option.

You hated how much that made you similar to bakugou in a way. You didn’t like that guy, and even weirdly so, you wanted to gouge his fucking eyes out for the way he treated and talked to izuku. Was it jealousy or possesivness that drove you to want to be the only one who could rile izuku? You wondered, sometimes, if bakugou felt the same way about you.

It was the loss of control, for you. Better yet, it was the way you liked the loss of that control. You had always prided yourself on being strong willed and a perfectionist. But whenever your eyes so much as grazed izukus, all your emotions went rattling around your stomach in sick twisted ways, giving you goosebumps, making you...nervous. It was a crush that had turned into an obsession, wasn’t it? And you wanted to make izuku suffer not only for invoking those messy feelings, but for not seeming to return them as well. If he couldn’t love you or want you romantically or sexually, you’d force yourself onto his radar and into his head until thinking about anyone else was impossible. Until you squirmed under his skin as much as he squirmed under yours.

Acting like you didnt exist was unacceptable. Obviously you’d slacked off on your taunts and actions, if he could just brush past you so easily, not taking your bait. You needed to even the playing field again, and by even you meant you needed to be towering above him again.

Towering over him so you dont have the time to think about how much you want to be under him, your mind whispers at you as you pick through his room, trying to find anything incripting. Someone like izuku would probably have something utterly embarrassing like a diary or some weird porn magazines, shameless, helpless guy that he was.

You huff as you open his drawer next to his bedside, nearly slamming it back shut in shock at what you see there.

You’re not stupid. You’re a healthy, young woman with an active sexual imagination and access to the world wide web, to porn.

Izuku has a fleshlight in his drawer. Izuku has a sexytoy. Izuku. And its green.

Izuku has a sex toy that he probably uses. That he probably sticks his cock into and moves-

An absurd laugh barks out of you, shocked and helpless. Because while in your head you knew izuku had to be some kind pervert, what other explanation was there for the way he blushed and darted his gaze around like a ping pong ball whenever you leaned forward and get caught a glimpse under your blouse, this is...unexpected. Imagining izuku in explicit scenarios, doing lewd things, it was something you didn’t allow your mind to wonder to often over. You didn’t like the way you got all squirmy and meek whenever you thought too long about izuku without clothes.

You feel kind of squirmy now, hot and uncomfortable as you shift around and try to gather your wits back about you. Revenge, that’s what you’re here for.

With a shaky exhale you turn away from his dresser, your thoughts flitting around your head like annoying gnats. What, who, does he think about when he…? What does he look like? What does his...c- You shake your head, slap your cheeks, trying to center yourself from the images floating around, flustering you and distracting you.

You’re in the middle of lifting the covers on his bed to peek under it, see if there’s anything there, when you hear the handle on his door jiggle. You freeze, every muscle in your body locked frozen like a deer in headlights as the knob twists, and then catches. Right. You’d picked the lock with one of your hair clips and then made sure to lock it again behind you just in case something like this happened. And by the, “Ugh” on the other side of the door, yep that’s definitely izuku. You’re shoved out of your shocked state, and bolting for his closet door as you hear the jingle of his keys twist in the lock, trying your best to close the door as quietly as possible behind you, it swishing shut barely a second before the door to his dorm opens and you hear him step in.

Class must have let out early or something, you think huffily, gently rearranging yourself into a comfortable position on a pile of his clothes as he shuffles around his room. You hear the thumb of him dropping his books, the shuffle of his feet, the clutter of him taking off his shoes and the squeak of his mattress as he plops down on it.

You tuck your knees to your chest and roll your eyes, picking at your leggings as you wonder how long you’ll have to hide before he goes to the bathroom or something so you can leave. It’s fucking stuffy in his closet already, the air hot. Your hand touches the soft fabric beneath you, realizing you’re sitting on one of his hoodies. Its too dark to see which one it is, but you imagine it as your favorite red one. Maybe you’d steal it as compensation for him making you sit and wait in his dumb closet while he probably stared at the ceiling with no thoughts in his dumb brain.

You hear him sigh, loud and dramatic, and then a muffled scream/groan into his pillow. Your lips twitch, he’s such a fucking drama queen.

Your little smile drops off your face when you hear the sound of his drawer opening.

Oh god. Oh no.

Your face feels like there are embers burning under it as you hear the unmistakable sound of clothes being shucked, a zipper and and then flop, and then….a slick wet sound and a sigh of relief.

Your eyes feel like they are bugging out of your head. Izuku is really about to fuck his fleshlight with you hiding in his closet with him none the wiser. You feel suddenly embarrassed and hot all over, hiding your face in your knees as you hear him let out a moan. A loud one.

You’re on fire, every part of you. You don’t think you can take this, don’t think you can sit through this and listen to this, think you should just burst out of his closet and use your bravado to somehow flip the situation and make him feel humiliated for getting off in the privacy of his own room, like he’s in the wrong even though you had violated so many boundaries for even being here right now.

You could do it too, you know. You’re good at twisting things, at powering through the complicated mess of flustered feelings izuku makes you feel and making it his fault, making him back down and cower. You could do it...you’re uncurling your legs and pushing your hands under you in the middle of getting up to do so when-

“Fuck. ___” Your name. You freeze, for an unholy, goldy second you think you’ve been caught, that he has acquired x-ray vision and has spotted you but no. His voice isn’t surprised or upset its...breathless, airy. He moaned it.

The first time you hear Izuku moan your name, its with you hiding on the other side of his closet door, your hand clapped over your mouth in shock.

Heat immediately shoots between your legs, your core throbbing unbidden in reflex to the sound, helpless to stop it, to have any other reaction. Your ass plops right back down. You turn slightly towards the door, pressing your side against it, your ear smooshed against the cool wood as you listen, as if drawn under a spell.

“You’re such…” You hear izuku pant, his voice deeper and more rough then you’ve ever heard it before. “A fucking brat”

Wet between your legs, seeping through your panties at his words, seemingly ripped out of him. God, he sounds pissed, wrecked. He cursed. You’ve never heard izuku curse before, never, even when you’d pushed him too far. Something really was different about today.

The slick sounds are more frequent now, steady and...and sounding like real sex you’d heard from porn before. Wet, sloppy, and slapping. Your knees knock together as you lean forward even more. There’s an invisible string pulling, tugging you forward, you want to see…

“Fucking slut” He grunts, and there’s a heavy slap, your breath catching in your fucking throat as you realize that...that must be the clap of his balls hitting the back of his fleshlight everytime he thrusts into it. “Always running your fucking mouth, looking down at me, so mean, you’re so fucking mean to me…uh..”

The sounds of sex fill the room and you can’t take it anymore, you’re burning, burning, burning, fuck the consequnces. You hesitantly and slowly turn the handle of the closet door, letting it slide open just a crack, enough for you to peek through, to get a glimpse.

His lean muscular back is the first thing you see, he’s facing directly away from his closet, thank god but oh god, that means you see..so much. The flex of his shoulder blades under his tan skin, the smattering of freckles over his shoulder, the long slender slope of his spine as it curves down his broad back, the dimbles at the bottom of his spine, flexing as he fucks his toy. His ass, because of course izuku would have a perfect round bubble butt. There are freckles there too.

Your eyes skate down, hungry to his large and heavy balls, low hanging and full, currently smacked right up against the base of the little pocket pussy he’s practically straddling on his bed.

It hits you again than, that deku is imagining that toy is you, he’s imagining fucking you in this position on his bed right now, imagining its your cunt hes pounding into, and your face he’s spitting those filthy words at.

Your hand is really moving without your permission when it slips under the band of your leggings into your panties, fingers immediately dipping between the slick folds of your pussy, silky and wet.

“-Wet” Izuku grunts, as you dip a finger just barely inside. “Fuck, i knew you’d be so fucking soft and good inside. Such a bratty girl would have a sweet cunt attached to her, huh?”

Fuck, where and when did izuku start speaking like this? His soft voice curling around such crude words is making you gush all over your fingers. You wish you could see the kind of face he was making when he said them.

“Yeah, you like taking my cock don’t you, baby?” He croons and if you close your eyes you can almost imagine he’s speaking directly into your ear, behind you. His thrusts get heavier, rougher, he lifts his leg up on the bed and you see a flash of the little green toy being fucked on his cock, big and angry looking. He’s being so brutal, hammering the thing down on his dick as he hips rut to meet every downward tug. “Milk it. Milk my fucking cock you whore. Wanna- fuck, wanna hear you say my name when you cum, want you to know who’s pouding that little pussy. The loser you fucking hate, yeah? Gonna cum for me?”

Yes, you whimper in your head in answer to him, your fingers curling deep, deep, inside, fucking yourself on them in earnest. He’s so big and you only caught a glimpse, but it was enough. Enough to know he’d fucking cleave you apart if he tried to fit that monster between his legs inside your tight little pussy. But you want it, god you fucking want it. You wanna feel him splitting you open, making you cream around him, making you beg for it. Making you bleed.

“One of these day” he says, his voice breathless but steady, even as it cracks. You know he’s close. “I’m gonna fucking snap. Im going to make you look me in the fucking eye and apologize for making me want you, and then im going to split that pussy open- fuck, im coming, fuck, fuck, fuck. Do you understand, b-bitch? Gonna fucking make you mine, yeah, take it, take your senpais cock you dirty fucking girl, ah!”

He slumps forward, hips humping into the toy and balls spasming as he pumps it full of his cum, shuddering deeply with little aborted whimpers. “Good girl, good girl” he pants, trailing off, giving one last little jerk of his hips before stilling.

You bite your lip so hard you draw blood to stop yourself from whimpering out loud. You pull your sticky fingers out of your cunt and shuffle back into the dark of the closet, curling in on yourself as izuku lays there, panting heavily for a few moments before moving.

You stay stock still as you hear him get up and shuffle around, his footsteps padding into the bathroom where you hear the door click softly shut. You spring up to your feet and don’t care if you make noise as you dart out of his room and into the hallway, sprinting like a bat out of hell as you make you way to the girls dorms.

You’ll think about how to reevaluate and recoup later. Right now you just really need to get to your bed so you can rut pathetically onto your own fingers and imagine izukus fat dick breaking you open. Never in a million years did you think he had those kinds of feelings for you, and you know it changes the whole game, is a whole other level of playing field where you now know he wants you on a physical level.

You feel powerless and lie you’re slipping again, don’t know how you’re going to point your finger at him and laugh when you know for every insult you throw his way, is another way hes fucking his toy at night, adding it as another thing to get you back for. If he ever snaps.

If. you want it to be a when, so bad, not an if.

You’ll make it a when. You’ll push him off the metaphorical cliff he’s teetering on to make it so.

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am-i-ourple · 2 years

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you rbed some spicy photo of a couple in a car and tagged it with college!henry and im literally sitting here trying to file me fucking taxes like the mature adult i’m supposed to be but i can’t stop thinking about college!henry taking reader to the drive in for a cute date but he just CANNOT take his eyes off them and one thing just leads to the other and [ begins to shake and froth ]

Id apologize, but I wouldn't mean it lmao

But yes, I've too been thinking about car sex with Henry, so as a distraction, here's a little ficlet :)

(This is a continuation of the original college!Henry ask)

Dates happened several nights a week. You found that now that the two of you were finally together, Henry had become more clingy in a away, wanting to be around you and have you around at every chance possible. He was always walking you to your classes and hanging out in your dorm with you, distracting you from things that needed to be done. You didn't mind all that much though, even though you weren't getting as much studying for finals done as you would like, the cuddling and soft spoken conversations in your tiny twin bed with Henry was so much better.

It was Thursday afternoon, though, and neither you nor Henry had classes for the rest of the day. The two of you had been in a study room at the library, cramming for exams, but eventually Henry sat back with a huff rubbing his face. You ignored him in favor of trying to get some work done because as soon as you gave him attention you knew there was no going back. Gladly, though, he sat across from you at the table silently, just watching you for awhile, watching you concentrate and absorb as much information as you could.

Then, you assumed it was done unconsciously, but Henry's foot grazed yours under the table and he just let it rub against it. Smiling, not minding the point of contact you pressed your foot into his own, glancing up with a smile, only to recieve a sheepish look and a quiet, "sorry."

You shook your head and leaned back, replying, "I didn't mind," then you sighed and looked at Henry, taking in the way the lighting bounced off his perfect ginger curls, and pale skin covered in freckles. Meeting his eyes, you softly said, "Im getting a headache from staring at this textbook, do you wanna go do something more fun?"

Immediately Henry perked up and gathered his things, saying, "God yes please, I was loosing my mind from boredom. Wait, not that you're boring, im just tired of studying and I'd rather be out doing stuff with you and-"

You pressed a kiss to his cheek to stop his rambling after putting everything away in your backpack. Once he was looking at you, you pressed a quick kiss to his lips, saying, "Then come on, let's go do something."

With the goofy smile he always gets when you kiss him, Henry grabs your hand dragging you out of the library helps you into his truck. Once in himself, Henry started the vehicle and asked, "So what do you want to do?"

You thought for a minute, letting him pull out of the parking lot, before an idea came to you, "Something quiet, just the two of us? Like maybe just driving around and talking?"

Henry smiled, grabbing your hand again, curling his fingers between your own, "That sounds perfect."

Quietly, just enjoying each other's presence, Henry drove the two of you out of town, turning onto dirt roads, just driving aimlessly. Occasionally the two of you would spark a conversation, but for the most part you both enjoyed the silence and relaxed feeling that had filled the cabin of the truck.

You werent sure when, but at once point you found yourself just watching Henry drive. The golden sunlight shining in his hair making it look like spun gold at some angles. You took in how his cracked window caused the wind to ruffle his curls, making them look effortlessly tussled, making you want to run your fingers through it. You stared at his beautifully thick fingers that gripped the steering wheel and how his arms and chest looked so perfect in his t-shirt. You found yourself mesmerized by how his eyes shined like topaz in the sunlight.

Eventually, you slid into the middle seat of the truck, cuddling into Henry's side as his smile widened and he glanced over at you. He moved his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer, leaving your hand now empty. Wanting to be closer, you placed you now free hand on Henry's knee and you turned kissing his neck as that was what you could reach easiest from that angle, and surprised but happy when Henry let out a small noise. That noise clicked on something inside you, and you found that you needed to hear more of those noises from him. So gently, you pressed more kisses to his neck and jaw, enjoying the slight tickle from the unshaven facial hair. You also moved your hand up from his knee sliding it up and down his inner thigh, biting your lip as Henry let out a gasp when your hand rose a little to high and brushed against his half hard cock.

"Babe, god, I need you stop stop.....not that I'm not enjoying this, I'm just...fuck I'm enjoying it too much," he groaned out as you nipped at the skin beneath his ear.

You yourself were to worked up, so you just said, "Isn't that spot we looked at the stars just up ahead? Why don't you pull in there?"

You pulled back, just enough to see his adam's apple bob as he swallowed and nodded. Smiling as you noticed he sped up the truck, you pressed your hand along his upper inner thigh, working a mark into the spot you'd just been nipping at on his neck. All the while, Henry's arm that was around your shoulders dropped down to grab at your lower hips, his hand almost underneath you trying to grab at the pillow flesh of your ass.

The second the that he'd pulled into the clearing, Henry through the truck into park and turned to you, pressing you backwards into the truck seat as he attached his lips to your neck and let his hands roam over your body. Now the two of you had gotten hot and handsy before, grinding and making out in your dorm room, but never going all the way, content in just feeling each other, but right now all you could think of was how you wanted more than that, how you wanted to go all the way and feel Henry deep inside of you.

Pulled from your thoughts, Henry groaned in your ear grabbing both of your hands in his own, whispering, "Are you sure baby? I've never wanted anyone more than I want you right, now, but we can wait until we're in private, somewhere more comfortable."

Feeling heat over come your face as you realized you had said your thoughts aloud, you shook your head, grabbing at Henry's shirt, trying to pull it off.

"No, I want you know, right here," grinding upwards against Henry's tented jeans, you moaned, "Fuck, please fill me up."

Looking into Henry's eyes, he looked back at you like you'd just told him the best thing he'd heard in his life, which wasn't far from the truth. So he quickly pulled off his shirt and pushed your own over your head, before pressing his lips to your own, groping at the newly shown skin, while he tried pulling down your jeans. It was a bit of a wiggle with the tight space, but eventually, he got both your jeans and underwear off, and immediately he pulled back to look at you.

"Perfect, god you're so fucking perfect," Henry said, burying his face in your neck, "wanna stay like this forever."

Gently, he trailed his fingers along your stomach, enjoying how your skin twitch beneath his touch. Then he moved them to your entrance, taking to fingers and circling it a few times until you bucked upwards needing to feel more, wanting those thick fingers inside of you, so slowly he pressed two of his fingers in, angling them upwards to press against your tight walls.

Throwing your head back, you quietly moaned his name as Henry found a steady rhythm thrusting his fingers in an out of you, slowly opening you up to be able to take his cock. As he stretched you, he fingers searched for that spot he knew would have you feeling the most pleasure, and once he found it he made sure not to lose it, angling his fingers to hit that spot each time, soaking in how you gripped his shoulders and let outs the perfect moans as your face twisted in pleasure.

Soon, you found yourself standing on the edge of your orgasm, bucking your hips up to meet his fingers a few times before your eyes rolled back and your shouted his name, one hand shooting down to grab his wrist as he helped you ride out your orgasm.

When he finally pulled his fingers out of you, you watched through lidded eyes and with a heaving chest, as he liked his fingers clean before his hands moved down to undo his own jeans and let his straining cock out. Whimpering, you watched as his hand pumped his thick shift a few times, before he leaned over you, and whispered, "Come on baby, I need you on your hands and knees, that'll most likely be the easiest and most comfortable way to do this."

Slowly, still wobbly from that shattering orgasm Henry had just given you, you turned around, his hands helping to guide you and settling on your hips once you were in position. Carefully, Henry moved one hand to squeeze you flesh as he ran his cock along your twitching entrance.

"Are you sure you want to continue?"

"Henry, please."

Needing no more prompting, slowly Henry started to inch inside of you, one of his hands shoting out to grab the window sill of the truck in a white knuckle grip to keep his cool as your walls squeezed him every way he had imagined they would. Once fully seated inside of you, Henry rested his head on the back of your neck, letting out huffs as he tried to keep from fucking you to quickly, too soon.

Breathless, Henry groaned as his hips involuntarily ground into your own, he said, "How do you feel this good. Oh my god, you're so much better than I could have imagined, and fuck have I imagined this more than I should admit."

Whining again, you pressed back into him, opening your mouth to tell him to just move already, but he beat you to it, his hips pulling back slowly before slamming forward, making your own hand shot out toppers against the door in an admit to keep you steady. Moaning, you wiggled your hips back towards Henry, as he repeatedly pulled out before slamming back in over and over, each time the angle slightly different, not speeding up until your free hand jumped up to grab his on the window. You felt Henry's smile against your neck, and just barely caught him whispering, "There it is," before his thrusts became more consistent, speeding up just enough to have your eyes rolling back from pleasure and your nails digging into the skin of his hand.

Henry's grunts into your neck paired with your moans and the slap of his hips against your own was a sound you never wanted to forget. The two of you took turns moaning each other's names along with curses.

Once more you found yourself on that delicious prescience of pleasure as you moaned out, "Henry, oh .... oh fuck, yes yes yesyesyesyes pease don't stop, gonna, oh fuck, im gonna cum, don't stOP."

Nailing that sweet spot directly, Henry groaned out, "Cum for me baby, squeeze my cock with those warm walls."

And then you were seeing white, pleasure over took you as your body seized and your mouth opened in an inaudible moan. Through a haze, you could hear Henry cursing and praising you, saying something about burying himself deep inside of you and filling you, all the while his thrusts sped up and your walls became over sensitive. But it only took a few more minutes before Henry pressed himself as deep as possible inside of you and with a low grunt he emptied himself, letting your still twitching walls milk him for all he had.

Eventually, your body went limp from all the pleasure and Henry just wrapped himself around you, kissing your upper back not moving away from you, keeping his slowly softening cock buried inside of you.

"You know, this is not how I imagined our first time......but I wouldn't trade this for anything. I love you," Henry whispered into your skin.

Smiling you tilted your head to the side, letting him press his face against your cheek, as you said, "I love you too."

The two of you stayed like that for a bit, enjoying each other's skin against their own. But eventually Henry pulled away, finally pulling out of you and leaving you feeling empty as he reached into the glove box for napkins, gently cleaning you and himself up, before tucking himself away into his jeans. Carefully, he helped you put your clothes back on before pulling you into his lap as the sun was setting over the horizon.

Henry rubbed his hands along your back, giving you occasional kisses, letting you just doze and soak in his closeness, but after a while Henry cupped your face, making you look at him, before saying, "Move in with me. When the semester ends, just move into the apartment with me. I want you there with me each night I fall asleep and each morning I wake up. I want to cook dinner for you and share lunches, and just have you close whenever I want. Move in, please."

Shocked, you take in his expression, finding nothing but adoring love, as you rest your hand on his cheek, saying, "I want nothing more."

You're not sure who initiated it, but you found yourself kissing Henry deeply, both of you trying to express your love in a way that you knew words could not convey. And when you finally pulled away, you rested your foreheads together, basking in each other's love. But then a thought popped into your head, "Wait, shouldn't you ask William first? I don't want to over step."

Pecking your lips, Henry just said, "William will be fine with it, its ok. In fact, why don't we head back? You....do you want to stay the night tonight?"

Grinning, you laughed and said, "Thought you werent going to ask," then whispered in his ear, "plus, you need to show me how you had thought our first time would go, hopefully it involves your bed."

Henry looked at you, eyes wide and pupils already dilating again, just nodding as words became lost to him. He just pulled you in for another deep kiss before you slid apart and Henry started the truck, heading back to the place you already thinking of as home.

#and that ladies and gents is how charlie was consummated 😌#jk jk... unless?#lol anyway i love this man and i wish he were real #henry emily x reader

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silverstonesainz-archive · 3 years

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driver's license || t.j.

❝'cause you said forever, now i drive alone past your street ❞

summary: the one where a late night drive takes a turn... literally word count: 3.2k warnings: swear words, no proofreading, i think thats that???? note: pls that awkward moment when the queue doesn't work and doesn't post this on friday like i had planned. i literally did not notice because i've been so busy i didn't bother to check. im so sorry guys. life has been so rough, and i found it so hard to write. but i'm back.

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There is something about being bundled up on your couch while rewatching Criminal Minds, fingers curling around stale popcorn. You don’t pay attention to the gunshots and yelling on the TV, not even Spencer Reid manages to rip your mind away from the boy who still has a hold on your heart. The memories of Tyson’s arms wrapped around you and his lips pressed against your hair haunt you. You missed the warmth he gave, the small commentary while watching, and just every bit of him.

You click pause on the episode, walking through your empty apartment to return the half filled bowl of popcorn to the kitchen. You were in a rut, stuck in an endless cycle of bed, kitchen, and netflix. You were filled with popcorn and soda, and you were in dire need of water. So as you gulp a glass, you feel your body come alive and very possibly, even a bit of courage. You felt like a drive might do you good, to feel the warm night air against your skin, to smell the sick world around you. It might be half-past eleven at night, but you couldn’t imagine any other time to go. So you grab your keys, wallet, and run all the way down the steps to your car.

The roads were quiet, only a few cars on the road commuting to wherever they needed to be. Or wherever they wanted. Your fingers tap mindlessly on the wheel, driving around with no destination in mind. SOUR plays in the background, the only album that has helped you through all the heartache and all your troubles with expressing your feelings. Olivia’s voice plays softly in your car, soft hums drowned out by the music. As you slow to a stop at a light, you look over to your right. Loneliness settles in, the empty seat staring back at you. It is still foreign to you, being alone. Having no one to hold your hand, or talk to on drives like these. Late night drives were always better with a partner, especially when your partner is Tyson.

The light flicked to green and you ease your foot on the gas, accelerating and moving forward. The music fades in the background, the album suddenly coming to a stop. Your mind wanders to your favorite dark curls, the bass of his voice, and even the little squeak in his laugh. You feel the ghost of his touch at the back of your neck, fingers rubbing against your scalp. Tears well into your eyes, blurring your vision. A small sob escapes you and you’re forced to pull over. You press your forehead against your hands on the wheel, shoulders shaking and your breathing quickening. There isn’t a doubt in your mind and broken heart that you miss Tyson. You miss every moment, every word, every touch shared. You miss the way he loved you, how he consumed you and made you feel whole. It has been well over a month without him, but time has yet to heal you.

You finally look up, eyes landing on a little shrub of wildflowers, the pink and yellow still vibrant under the streetlamp. You laugh softly, the memory of watching Tyson bend over to pick one for you at any given moment. You picture his goofy smile as he holds out the flower for you to take. Then you think of the moments after, the frail stem in your hand and Tyson slinging his arm over your shoulder. You can feel his soft lips against your temple.

“Pretty flower for my pretty girl.”

You lean back in your seat, arms wrapping around yourself in hopes to mimic the feeling of his arms around you. Nothing compared, nothin ever would. But maybe that was the point. Tyson was everything and more. The reason for your once incomparable happiness, and now why you’re crying in the middle of a quiet neighborhood trying to console yourself. Maybe in the end of it all, you didn’t need someone who could make everything by simply holding you. Or someone who knows exactly what to say, who knows you like the back of their hand. It doesn’t make sense, but then again how you ended up in this situation didn’t either.

You swipe the sleeve of your hoodie against your eyes before pulling out of the space and driving down the road again. You switched from the SOUR album, choosing a random song radio. You try to steer your mind away from him, try to think about literally anything else. The music doesn’t help, and nor does the lack of stars in the sky. And so you drive through the quiet streets, mindlessly turning at every stop sign, unaware of where you are in the vast city of Denver. You didn’t care how far you might be from home, or the fact that it was nearly one in the morning. For a brief moment, a sense of peace washes over you, a moment where your heartache and inconsolable mind are long forgotten.

When the clock read 12:45, you decided to type in the directions back to your place. The tears shed earlier in the drive had begun to tire you out and you figured it’d be safer to retreat now than to push it. You hum softly as you navigate through your phone for the map app. Driving while searching through your phone is as dumb as it is reckless, but you figure with the empty streets there’d be no harm or foul. A stop sign is fast approaching, and so you slow down to a stop, your focus solely on your device. On accident, you click on the Find My Friends app and a map of the city of Denver pops up. Your friends' initials pop up all over the screen in various places, places they were meant to be. But then your eyes gloss over T and just how close it was to you.

That’s when your head springs up, eyes darting to find the street signs. In your panic you barely register the car that had pulled up behind you, waiting for you to move your vehicle. A loud honk shakes you from your panic, causing your foot to slam on the gas to move at the beckoning of the irritated driver behind you. But in the same second your foot hit the gas pedal, you had to slam on the brakes to avoid killing the pedestrian that had emerged from the dark.

“What the fuck! Are you even paying attention?!”

The familiar voice stops your heart dead in its tracks. Your body is sent into a frenzy, your mind and heart fighting the urge to look up and meet the face of the voice. The deep rumble and rasp, the anger emitting through, probably just unaware of who you are. Against better judgement, you give in to the temptation. You look up to face him, eyes meeting his brown ones. You watch as recognition and realization washes over his face, the color dulling and the angry expression no longer there. Two seconds, you and Tyson are frozen in place. Those two seconds feel like hours, just studying the other, allowing a month's worth of unsaid feelings pass between you two without the utterance of a single word.

“Y/n….”

His voice grounds you, brings you back to the present. All at once, a single mention of your name and all the heartbreak and pain comes rushing back. The angry driver behind you was long gone, probably had pulled around you for taking too long.

“What are you doing here?”

His voice is muffled through the glass of your windshield, fighting against the barrier and the sound of your engine. Without a thought in your head, you shift your gears in reverse, quickly backing away from Tyson so that you have enough room to speed around him. You floor it, foot heavy on the gas pedal as you whip past your ex-boyfriend in a cowardly attempt to avoid any kind of conversation. You make every turn, speed through every stop sign, as if Tyson was right behind you. You drive recklessly until you feel safe behind the gates of your apartment complex. You pull into your space, twisting the key to turn off your car so you can sit in the silence .

There is no effort to move, to return to the sweet confines of your apartment. You picture his soft, pink lips, the way your name dripped from them. It sounded so sweet, even in its ambivalence. You throw your head back against the headrest, chest rising and falling quickly.

I should’ve stayed home, you think.

You trudge up the stairs, mind bleary as the last two hours finally catch up to you. There isn’t much that happens between your front door and your bed, you barely remember your head hitting the pillow. Your next coherent thought is the sound of soft thumping on your door, and the soft call of your name to come to the door. A groan escapes you, body tossing and turning in a poor attempt to ignore the sounds. But to no avail, the knocking grows louder and you are forced to answer the door just so that it would stop.

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” You grumble. Your hand grips the cold knob, twisting and yanking it back to reveal curly brown hair and surprised eyes. Tyson stands at your front door, a cup holder in hand with two cups of coffee set in them, and a brown bag in the other.

“Hey…” He breathes, “Can I come in?”

His presence sucks the words out of you, so you nod and step aside. Tyson kicks off his shoes before making a beeline for your kitchen. You shut the door, locking it, before you follow him. The smell of coffee grows stronger as you move closer to the kitchen, and when you enter Tyson has already set out two plates and two forks on the counter.

“I bought banana nut muffins from the place you like. And coffee,” He swirled the cup before handing it to you. “Three sugars, splash of oat milk, just how you like.”

You reach out to take it, fingers brushing as you wrap them around the warm cup. “Thanks Tyson.”

The silence is bearable. Not thick with tension, but it isn’t comfortable and light like it used to be. It’s just quiet, only the sound of your timid sips and the accidental clang of Tyson’s fork against the plate filling in the air.

“That was you last night, right?” Tyson finally asks, eyes still on his muffin.

“Yeah…” You admit, setting your cup down. “Listen, I'm sorry. I just… I thought a drive would clear my mind and I was just making turns without thinking about it. I was sad. Upset.”

There hasn’t been a day since the end of your relationship where he didn’t picture himself finally growing the balls to come up to your door and profess his love for you. To tell you that he made a mistake and that he would do anything to make it up to you, to prove that he was worthy of another chance of handling your heart. But then he remembers why he walked away from you in the first place. The memory of the strain his job put on your relationship, the fights about priorities and not having enough time kept him far from you. He wasn’t even supposed to be here now, but seeing you– being so close to you– brought him to your front door with a peace offering of sorts. Even if today ends terribly, at least he can say he tried.

“Y/n, I’m sorry. I’ve made many mistakes in my life, walked away from so many people in search of something I felt like was missing. The truth is, you scare me.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that…” Tyson chuckles, shaking his head as his hand tugs on the ringlets on his head. “You just scare me. You hold so much of me, see parts of my life with you that haven’t played out yet. I see everything I’ve ever hoped for in you, and I freaked out and ran. I was afraid that my career, that the time I spent away would drive you away so I left first. I gave a bullshit excuse of how I felt our relationship had come to a halt when it was the opposite. God your love came rushing in and I didn’t know how I was supposed to react. I fucked up, and for that I’m so sorry.”

“So what now Tys?” Your voice is barely above a whisper, eyes slowly meeting his, “Why are you here? Why are you telling me this, what’s changed?”

“This is me admitting that I made a mistake, that I fucked up. This is me asking for a second chance to get things right and prove to you that I can be what you deserve. This is me telling you that I love you and I never stopped.”

These are the words that are supposed to make you melt, words that would make your knees buckle. These words are the ones you craved to hear for the past month. After all, it’s Tyson. He makes everything okay by simply holding you, always knows exactly what to say, and knows you like the back of his hand. He’s supposed to be your person. But there he stands, several feet of marble and two aching hearts separating the two of you. You were waiting for the words of regret, confirming that his leaving was the only thing he ever did right for the both of you. You wait for Tyson to say anything that would justify you throwing hot coffee in his face. But he looks at you with wide brown eyes, trying to pick your brain, and those foul words never came.

You stand there, stone cold, your heart beating beneath your ribs as it begs you to protect it. You always pictured Tyson knocking on your door in dramatic fashion, the thunderstorm behind him as he begs on his knees to come back to you. Nothing in the last twenty-four hours has matched up to your fantasy, but maybe because that’s the way it’s supposed to be. Maybe you were meant to be standing here, angry, as he professes his love to you.

“You love me?!” Your voice carries louder than either of you expect, “If you loved me you wouldn’t have walked away like you did! If you loved me, you wouldn’t have lied to me, made me feel like a fucking failure. Do you think you were the only one that’s scared? Did you ever consider that maybe I feel the exact same way you do?!”

Tyson stares you down, shame glossing over his eyes as your words seep through his skin. His breathing is ragged, just like yours. He makes no attempt to speak, to fight you, to defend himself. There are no words that escape him in the same fiery way it left you.

“I look at you, Tys, and I want to so badly forget that you walked away even after you promised me forever. I want to forget the loneliness, the heartache, every bit of sadness, I want to forget it all because then maybe it’ll be easier to believe you love me.” Tears topple onto your cheeks, brows tense as you stare at him, “I’m finding it so hard to accept the love you want to give me. I’m scared, Tyson.”

“I know. If I could go back and slap some sense into myself, then I would. I wish that I could go back in time and choose differently. But I can’t. All I’m asking for is a chance to move forward, Y/n.” For the first time, Tyson makes a move. His steps are quick to get to you, hands reaching for yours. You allow his fingers to graze against your skin before his larger hand engulfs your own. “I still see my future with you Y/n, and I want it. If you tell me to walk away and leave you alone forever, then I’ll do it, but I hope to God you ask me to stay.”

“I missed you,” You finally admit, “But I really wish I didn’t. More than anything, I wish that I could forget about you as easily as you forgot about me.”

Tyson doesn’t know how to respond. He watches the way you move, the way your shoulders remain rigid under his gaze, the way your hands rub the skin above her heart, and the way it slowly moves to your shoulder to rub your arm in the same soothing manner. Your hands move to rub the reddened skin on your face, and when you finally look back up he sees the tears in your eyes.

He can't lie, there were days where he found it easy to push the thought of you aside. But with each day he spends trying to forget you, he spends double in your memory. The sound of your laugh or the image of your loving eyes hovered over his shoulder. There isn’t any amount of alcohol, nicotine, or even time on the ice that could distract him from the yearning in his heart. He can’t count the times he drove past your place, alone, just to be sure that you were okay. Tyson would settle for just five minutes spent with you than not at all.

“Forgetting you isn’t easy.” He smiles, honest words rolling off his tongue, “You are anything but forgettable.”

Then it happens. Tyson’s words make your cheeks heat up. It sends your heart off in a frenzy. You look up at him, heart beating harder and faster at the close proximity. You can smell the smoky smell of his aftershave and you savor it. It has been too long without it, and there is a sense of comfort that settles within you.

“I wish you didn’t say that.” Tears spill on your cheeks, a humorless ha pushing past your throat. “You make it so hard to hate you.”

“So I’ve been told,” Tyson retorts, lips curving into an amused smirk.

But even in these moments you feel at home, there is still that small nagging feeling that is begging you to run in the opposite direction. To protect yourself from the possibility of getting hurt, of possibly going on another late night drive just to cry halfway through it. But you didn’t want to run away, to cower in a corner and lose him.

So you take one step closer, allowing your arms to wrap around his broad frame to pull him into a hug. Tyson’s arms are quick to wrap around your torso, squeezing tight like his life depends on it. And maybe it did. As you held each other in the kitchen of your tiny apartment, all the broken pieces began to come together. You inhale his scent as you bury your face into his neck. It feels right, it’s the only thing that’s ever made sense.

“I’ll never hurt you again, y/n,” Tyson mumbles into your hair, “Never never never. I promise.”

“I hope so, Tyson. I hope so.”

a fun edit to go with the ending

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tsukishimas-shortcake · 3 years

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Relationship Headcanons

↦ Character(s): Hakkai Shiba x fem!reader

↦ Rating/Warning: No rating though there are some light mentions of abuse (if you have read the manga you are aware of what I am talking about, I’m not going very deep into it though it literally just mentions it), mentions of anxiety attacks (no detail though), fluff, not proof read

↦ Word count: 1.8k (longer than planned, sections are bolded)

↦ Your Momo’s Receipt: Hello~ I’m post yet another TR headcanon and this was requested by the lovely @strawbub I hope this doesn’t disappoint, it did get longer than planned but I enjoyed writing it. I'll prob do a part two that's more of a scenario based on your first date or something since I didn't go into it here. Please note: for those of you who don’t know my blog is currently under construction, meaning I will not be updating my masterlist for the time being.

So how did you guys meet, well mostly because of Yuzuha,

One day in like elementary you’re walking home and you see this super pretty middle school girl just like yelling at this small group of guys

The guys end up running off just because they don’t wanna deal with her or the attention she's drawn to them

Behind her was a boy, taller than her but obviously younger. You didn’t assume they knew eachother though.

The boy and yuzuha began walking in opposite directions because one was going home while the other was going to pick up something like groceries

You’re so entranced by how she stood up to them yet she’s a girl who was far smaller and you end up catching up to her, almost stepping on her heels

You end up absent mindedly following her into the grocery store and eventually she just freezes, turns, and stare directly at you

Your eyes widen since you must’ve been staring and she just goes “may I ask why you’re following me?” And you explain how cool she was earlier. She invites you over for dinner (esp since her older brother won’t be home) and figured it’d be good for Hakkai to meet someone his age

You end up going over but Hakkai didn’t come down to eat so you never actually got to meet him, though from then on you would see Yuzuha every so often, visit every other weekend or so

But no matter how often you came over the next few months, you never once met hakkai,

That was until you both reached the end of your middle school education and we’re about to begin high school

You had gone over because you were going to borrow an old work book from Yuzuha, and when you go to knock on the door the door opens before your closed fist could hit it, instead hitting a firm chest

You blush and quickly apologize but the person in front of you doesn’t move at all, doesn’t say anything and almost looks like they drifted into space with their dead stare

You assume this is yuzuha’s older brother because you’ve also never met him and you immediately turn to walk away but Yuzuha calls over hakkai’s shoulder

“Y/N-Chan! You just got here where are you going?” This was def not yuzuha’s older brother. There’s no way she’d be that happy with him around; oh my god. Realization hit, the guy who you hit (though it was more of a tap) was hakkai.

The hakkai you had only caught a glimpse of in yuzuha’s photos, never talked to or actually seen in person despite going to the same school and living in the same neighborhood

He must hate you. That’s why he avoids you. That’s def why - is what you think

Yuzuha drags hakkai back inside and invites you in; you sit down with them in the living room and watch hakkai visibly relax now that he’s inside his house, his own space, with a pillow behind him and a blanket covering his lower half, he almost curls up into it as he continues to avoid your stare

“Hi hakkai…Kun? Im L/N Y/N” you say and you see his face dead pan once again

Yuzuha can be heard laughing from the kitchen as she comes back in.

She leans over and begins explaining that hakkai literally just freezes with any interaction between him and girls who aren’t in his family

You nod, thinking maybe it’s an anxiety thing? Which is the case with you, but only because he’s been watching you since you’ve come over (not in a creepy way) wanting to and working the courage up to talk to you

The 5th or so time you came over after that encounter he was inches away from introducing himself before the house phone rang causing everyone to kind of “wake up” in a sense

Every time since then he gets closer and closer but isn’t able to say anything; he even realizes he has a crush on you.

The way you sit when you do homework and how cute you look when you’re focused.

How your forehead scrunches up when you’re trying to figure something out and you end up just sitting back with a small huff followed by yuzuha’s signature laughter.

It’s also a huge thing that you get along with Yuzuha.

So enough with first meeting time for the confession.

He ends up confessing accidentally. He didn’t know you were coming over to begin with so he was flustered out of his mind. And how was he supposed to know you hadn’t actually fallen asleep and you could hear him over the tv

The tv was more white noise than anything and the day was hot since it was the middle of summer causing the window to be open and the sound of soft wind and small birds to drift in; this was the hot that makes you tired so you were all sprawled out of just sitting in a daze

So while resting your head on the table you’re dozing in and out but then you hear hakkai begin to speak, something he never really did around you

Now did you and hakkai text? Yes. Did it take him an hour to reply because his brain would explode when you replied to him? Yes. But was it a start to communication? Also a yes.

You hear him say your name quietly before he moved closer, you can feel his gaze on your features

“I like you” is all he says. Simple and sweet. But you sit there in shock, trying not to blush so he’ll have no idea you heard him but he can tell because your forehead scrunches

You heard him and are focused on if you should reply or not. And he knows that.

You open your eyes and just look up at him, he’s closer than expected. His hand close to yours on the floor and he reaches over and grabs it lightly. Hoping you’ll also return the gesture by holding his hand instead of leaving your hand limp inside his.

And you do, thank goodness, and Hakkai almost mentally can’t handle it.

Once you start dating it’s more so just hanging out at his house or yours; however he talks a bit more and you text a lot more. He’s gotten better at replying. It usually takes him like 15 minutes now

He’s kinda stressed about your relationship but not due to anything you or him did

He’s stressed because of the mentality his older brother gave him

Is he even allowed to be this happy?

He finally has someone thats small enough and naive enough that he can protect you; compared to constantly being protected it’s a sudden, strong, yet good change for him

He’s touch s t a r v e d

Yes Yuzuha shows affection; but he stopped accepting her hugs when he was around 8 just because he physically wasn’t able to handle it due to his bruises and such

But with you, even with his bruises and all you take care of him. Able to coax him into using medicines and toning down the physical violence (that he can control himself)

He also finds it super soothing when you lightly brush over his scars (especially those that his brother gave him), it helps him believe that scars are only physical and can fade with help

One thing that stresses him out the most is trying to hide you from his brother. Any time you leave something at the house its easy to pass it off as yuzuha's but when it comes to things like photos he has with you, he can't hang them up, show them off, or have them as his phone Lock Screen, etc. because he just really doesn't want his brother to know and target you since he'll then know that you're his weakness (aside from yuzuha as well)

Sometimes won't explain why he can't hang out and has legit pushed you out of his house before at the last minute notice of his brother coming home

Will always make sure you get home safe though, usually by having Yuzuha go with you since then she can just say you're a friend from school

Your parents love him, though they were a bit hesitant it became a "you always have a place to stay" because they learned about their family situation from you and yuzuha. So expect him to spend the night when he's too scared to deal with his brother. Same with yuzuha. (yes I know this isn't yuzuha head canons but its hard to write for him without mentioning her when they're so close)

We're talking three person sleep overs. Yuzuha and you of course share the bed and Hakkai takes some time to even set foot in your room much less sleep on a mattress that's on the floor

He has a small heart attack every time he comes into your room because he's overwhelmed with everything, he's never been so comfortable and it makes him feel restless. Like he's never and I mean n e v e r been less stressed and slept better than when he does so in your room

The smell, the colors, just being surrounded by you is something that completely changes his mood

Once showed up after he fought with his brother, tears in his eyes and clothes a bit tattered and you just pulled him to your room, and sat down with him.

You laid on your bed with him laying down onto of you, head on your chest as you rubbed his head and only said a few words "its not your fault"

He ends up crying so hard he falls asleep and gets dehydrated and you have to make him drink a bunch of water when he finally wakes up.

NSFW

super fucking careful w you

almost annoyingly so, but you're understanding

He knows that he might be taking things frustratingly slow but he knows that since you understand and know his history that you can help him get through it

Your first time you think you'll have to call it off because he's shaking so bad

"baby... are you sure it won't hurt you?" he keeps asking.

pretty sure that's the longest its ever taken him to finish because he was so anxious

despite being so slow and hesitant, late he isn't too scared to get a bit rougher

but im not talking anything crazy im talking like he's willing to pull your hair a bit or nip a bit harder at your neck.

Please never ask him to do anything like degrade you or some type of harsh physical rough shit, he can't

like literally im 99% sure that if you ask him to choke you or something he will pass out because of the anxiety attack he would have at even the thought.

in short with nsfw though he is sweet boy. He's a switch through and through. Loves when you take care of everything because then he doesn't have to be scared of hurting you.

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yourflxnnelcure · 2 years

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its me it's cam im asking not so anonymously that you do how last Legacy characters would react to an ace mc bc. i crave validation or something idk

the way i sprinted to do this for u (also ur so funny bye u could’ve texted me🙄‼️)

Felix:

he’s so respectful it makes me want to vomit honestly

so careful with your boundaries ,,, kissing? great! you don’t wanna do that? thats great too!

is such a big fan of cuddles honestly ,, will happily lay in bed and cuddle with you forever or read to you while you play with his hair

he’s def the most educated when it comes to this sort of thing (i like to hc that he’s on the ace spectrum but that is a discussion for another time)

has lengthy convos with you about what you’re comfortable with and makes sure to check before doing literally anything because we demand consent in every aspect in this house

finds every book he can about asexuality because research makes him comfortable and confident and he dosent want to say anything that could upset you

felix can embroider because i say so ,, when you explain pride flags to him mans goes wacky and embroiders little ace flags into your sweater cuffs

Sage:

he’s a little confused but he’s got the right spirit ‼️

is also very careful with your boundaries ,, he’s terrified he’s gonna misunderstand or mess something up

despite him being a sexual person he’s fine in a relationship with no sexual aspect,, he’s content to curl up by the fireplace with you and have you braid his hair while he purrs happily

he dosent really understand when you first tell him because he’s never met someone who’s ace before (he probably has but yknow ,, no one’s ever explicitly told him so)

but he asks Felix about it and tries to figure out from you and your own experience how to best approach things

the minute someone makes a sexual comment about you he gets all pissy and angry even if you’re like dude ,, calm down im fine he’s just 😡💪no

truly a dumb hunk man who has no thoughts behind his eyes but loves his partner no matter what

Anisa:

she is an educated icon ,, she probably already sorta knew before you told her but was still super supportive and accepting when you did

she’s very affectionate but in only ways you’re comfortable with,, is a big fan of holding hands and cheek kisses

she’s def the most nonchalant about it

takes to it really quickly tbh ,, like it barely phases her she’s just oh? That’s cool! ok sounds good!

also very protective like sage ,, anyone says anything ? she is buff and will punch them even though she’s normally composed

if you ever express that you feel bad or like you’re disappointing her she holds you and tells you she dosent need that sorta thing to be happy and she adores you and your guys’ relationship

honestly not a whole lot to say for her because she’s perfect tbh ,, never done anything wrong in her life my angel

Rime:

he’s the most like ,, ⁉️ about it

he’s never taken the time to educate himself about this sorta thing because it’s never really came up

he dosent really get what you’re telling him at first but still does his best to be supportive in the moment

he def runs off to Felix confused because wtf does this mean ?? and Felix helps him get it together and learn about it

he apologizes later for not being the best he could be when he reacted and explains he was just confused and he obvi dosent mind that you aren’t interested in sexual stuff

it takes him a bit to get used to it but he’s very supportive even when he puts his foot in his mouth

asks about literally every little thing ,, like he’s just is holding ur hand ok or ?? and ur just 🤨yes Rime that is fine thank you

truly just a bastard man trying his best

#cam cam cam cam!!!!!#fictif #last legacy #fictif last legacy #felix fictif #sage fictif #asks whee #rime fictif #Anisa fictif #my writing #my hcs

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finn-ray-nal-beads · 3 years

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BABY! CONGRATULATIONS ON 50 FOLLOWERS!

I HAVE A SMUTTY ASK (OBVIOUSLY) FOR MY GOBLIN HUSBAND PHILLIP (SHOCKING I KNOW)

IM THINKING PUBLIC TEASING, FOLLOWED BY SOME SEMI-PUBLIC SHENANIGANS BEFORE BEING RAILED BACK HOME IF YOU COULD BE SO KIND! THANK YOU MY ANGEL💖

@historyandfandoms50 I LITERALLY DON’T EVEN MIND IN THE SLIGHTEST AND I COULD HAVE GUESSED YOU WANTED A PHILLIP FIC.... I WONDER WHY?????

I AM SO EXCITED TO WRITE THIS FOR YOU BABE I JUST LOVE YOUR SLUTTY ASS!🤤

“P-Phil,” you whispered panicked as you crossed your legs under the dinner table, the warm vibration of the little bullet causing the ripples to spread through your lower half.

He smirked, flipping the volume up slowly on his phone as he let out a cough to stifle your hand gripping his thigh under the crowded restaurant.

“What’s goin’ on babe?” he pandered to your scrunched face, the waves beginning to build more and more as you let out low breaths from your nostrils, “something wrong with the food?” his lips pouting as he sipped on his wine, his phone safely in his farthest pocket as he pat the spot.

“Y-you k-know exactly w-what,” straining your voice just enough to catch the attention of Paul across the table.

“Y/N?” he set his fork down, watching as you slowly scooted around yin your chair, the speed picking up on your clit as you took a huge swig of water, “everything okay?” his eyebrow raising as he watched your embarrassed and aroused face smile at him.

You slammed a hand on the table, a laugh escaping Phillip as he dialed the notch to the highest degree, hearing your gasps while you pushed your thighs closed as tight as possible.

Your disheveled behavior signaling most of the people surrounding your group to look over at you as you held a shaky thumbs up.

“J-just f-f-f-i-i o-oh f-fuck!” the pleasure sweeping over you in a huge tsunami while your doting boyfriend kept his chuckling up, clearing his throat while his cock twitched in his slacks.

Your cries now signaling most of the restaurant to glance at you, flipping your hair back as you smoothed your dress over yourself, the overstimulation causing you to wince openly.

“I-I’m s-sorry,” you whispered, taking another sip of water, “this chicken is j-just s-so good,” cooing as you took a hesitant bite, smiling as you chewed and completely mortified at what had just occurred.

“Is it honey?” he cooed in your ear, kissing the side of your cheek as he smirked, exhaling a breath on your lobe as his aftershave wafted in your nose.

“I think I may wanna have what you’re having,” Wendy piped up, signaling the waiter to grab her the same dish as you took another bite of the chicken, sipping on some wine while you sat in your own spend the remainder of the dinner.

His hand brushed the inside of your thigh, teasing your wetness again as he nestled his face in your neck. Kissing your pulse as his family droned on about the week they had.

“I wanna take you home so fuckin’ bad right now baby doll,” his deep baritone vibrating to your core while you let out a pained moan that only he could hear.

“Then what are you waiting for?” moving your face to meet his while a hand snaked to tickle his goatee, “you already are in for a whippin’ anyway,” smirking as you pecked a kiss on his waiting lips.

“Oh is that so?” his eyebrows raised, “wasn’t it you who suggested that we should spice things up tonight, darling?” his pandering insufferable as you popped your tongue on the roof of your mouth.

“Not admitting to shit, huh?” he giggled, swirling his wine again to stare you down, your eyes becoming slits as you shook your head in shame.

“You’re so hot when you’re mad,” his toothy smile peeking through the glass as he took a sip, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat, making you salivate at the sight. Your lips curled in your teeth as you tried to hold back sucking a hickey over it in front of the family.

“What are you lookin’ at angel?” he cooed, placing the cup on the cloth again to rub his hands on your thighs, your faces coming within inches of each other again making you revel in his signature scent. His buttons straining in his dress shirt as he reached his frame to you, enveloping you in the deepest of kisses, shoving his tongue with yours.

“Okay,” brushing his very prominent erection in agreement, “I think you need to go home honey,” gripping his girth as he hitched a breath from the touch.

He coughed again slightly, pushing his seat back and saluting his family as he grabbed your hand to escort you in front of him to leave the restaurant, bidding everyone goodbyes and air kisses while you sauntered your curves out of the doors.

The drive back was excruciating, the bullet whizzing on your clit again as he couldn’t help himself with his new torture toy. Every stop light he changed the mode on it, beckoning a moan from your lips while he adjusted in his seat.

His erection was so hard by the time you pulled in to the driveway he practically forgot to switch the car off to carry your ass inside.

Bursting through in a fit of teeth, tongue, hands, and flailing appendages, he slammed the door with his large foot, taking the stairs to the bedroom with you bridal style two by two with you latched to his lower lip.

He threw you on the bed, wiping the crimson from his mouth as he ripped his shirt off in one tug, your dress falling off of you in the blink of his eye as he took in your laced body.

“Good God,” he hissed, lowering himself over you on the plush comforter, a fit of hair sprawled in a halo around your gorgeous face as he sucked in a breath, “how did I get the hottest wife in the whole world?” his lips kissing your jawline as you found his locks in your fingers.

“You’re a smooth talker you naughty boy,” whispering with a chuckle as you pulled his throbbing cock to meet your entrance, “now fuck me like you mean it,” clawing his back as he lowered himself to touch your forehead with his.

“Yes ma’am,” smirking as his gaze met his head, tapping on the top of the key before he inched himself in your sopping hole, “I think I gotta warm you up that way more often,” feeling your tightness choke his girth as he settled himself deep within you.

“Shut your gorgeous mouth and fuck me babe,” you strained, his grin meeting you again as he set a punishing pace over you, the headboard banging the wall with every push he made.

“Mmmm.. such a dirty little mouth my pretty wife has,” grunting at the feeling of your nails digging into his meaty shoulders, his tits straining with every moan he made over you.

Melting into each other as the wails continued, and the pacing sped up. His tip touching your G-spot as he changed his angle slightly, making you choke on the air in a cry.

“There we fuckin’ go,” he mused, pushing even further and faster as you cried under him, the sensation sending waves upon waves of fire through your spine as your release rose to new heights.

“Fuckin’ cum all over my cock angel,” he growled, the sweat dripping from his short locks onto your glistening skin, digging into his biceps as you stared into his blackened eyes.

“You’re so pretty when you cum for me baby doll,” he cooed, the damn breaking as a feral wail left your lungs, the pleasure sending you into overdrive as he reveled in your second climax of the night.

It lasted longer than you could count, the ringing in your ears clouding the sounds in the room as you felt his warmth coat your insides in the most delicious way.

The fog lifting when his movements slowed down, hearing his heavy pants as his seed spilled in its rightful place.

“J-Jesus,” he huffed, removing to see the thick mixture spill from your gaping cunt as it begged to be plugged again.

“That,” slapping the top of your thigh before crashing next to you on the bed in a thud, both your sweaty bodies spent in the best way as you listened to him continue, “was the best investment... Ever,” grabbing a handful of tit in a giggle.

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself honey,” rolling your eyes again with a smirk.

“I know you enjoyed yourself too, babe,” kissing your cheek, “and so did the entire restaurant,” in a huge fit of cackles as he dodged playful slaps from you and rightfully so.

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I TOOK SOME INSPO FROM THE MOVIE THE UGLY TRUTH ON THIS ONE... I HOPE YOU LOVED THE TAKE I MADE ON IT HONEY!

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ibis-gt · 3 years

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47 maybe?

i love handhelds so much im going to explode

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Anya fidgeted nervously with the bedspread, smoothing wrinkles and plucking at the corners to make it as neat as possible. She glanced over her shoulder at the tiny man sitting on the edge of her nightstand, kicking his feet and staring at the floor below. She’d intended it to just be a quick look, then back to business, but something about him made her stop and stare for a moment. The blanket slipped out of her hands and she ignored it as fell to the mattress with a quiet fwump. But the sound and movement made the little man look up at her, and she started and turned back to the bed, face burning with embarrassment.

Felipe hid a chuckle behind his hand. It was odd that a woman so much larger than him was so nervous around him. He supposed she was worried about hurting him by accident, but she hadn’t managed it yet. He didn’t think she was capable of it, quite frankly. He watched her fuss with the already-perfect bedding and sighed happily. One week ago, he’d been working on his family’s farm, wondering if this was going to be the rest of his life, just digging in the dirt and living off the land. He didn’t mind it really, but he wanted a little excitement before he resigned himself to an uneventful existence. Then alarm horns had blared, he could see people in the nearby town running and screaming, and he’d caught sight of the giant raiding party and ducked into the cornfield to hide. Best mistake of my life, he thought dreamily, and gazed up at the woman who’d snatched him up in a handful of corn and stuffed him in a bag without even realizing.

“Well, I suppose that’s as good as it’s going to get,” Anya said at last, breaking Felipe out of his reverie. She brushed a lock of hair behind her ear and tried to pry her gaze up from the floor to look at him again. “Are you, um, ready for bed?”

Felipe stretched his arms over his head and arched his back, yawning hugely. “S’pose I am,” he said, and stood up, waiting for her to pick him up. She still hadn’t gotten used to that yet. Her hand shook as she reached out for him, then snatched it back to her side.

“Sorry, sorry, I’m… it’s just… you’re so small. I’m worried I’ll… I don’t know, squeeze too tight, or something.”

“Then don’t squeeze,” he said. She gave him an exasperated look, and he laughed. “Sorry, let me be more clear. Here, just lay your hand out like this.” He held his hand out flat, palm up. “Set it on the edge here, I’ll just walk onto it. No squeezing necessary.”

She mirrored him, but didn’t reach out, instead staring doubtfully at her own palm. “But… what if I drop you? What if you fall?”

“You won’t. I trust you. Do you trust me?”

“Trust!” Anya gave a startled laugh and sat heavily down on the bed, slapping her open palm to her forehead. “It’s insane to talk about trust. We’ve only known each other a few days. I kidnapped you, for heaven’s sake.”

“All trust starts somewhere,” Felipe said. “It can start here for us. Hold out your hand.”

Anya looked at him again and sighed. She held out her hand, palm up. It shook ever so slightly as she set the backs of her fingers against the nightstand. Felipe placed one foot on her hand, holding his arms out for balance. When he was steady, he took another step so that he stood fully on her hand. Anya inhaled sharply, but her hand stayed where it was. He gave her a gentle smile and sat down, curling up in her palm.

She felt his tiny weight settle on her hand and let out the breath she’d been holding. She quite literally held his entire life in her hand at this moment, and it felt like the most natural thing in the world. Like he was meant to be there. Her fingers curled inwards as though protecting him and she lifted her hand up, and him with it.

Felipe's stomach flip-flopped as he ascended. He kept his eyes fixed firmly on Anya's face, watching the furrow in her brow relax and her worried eyes soften. Her features were so huge that he could see minute changes quite easily.

“There,” he said, beaming up at her. “Easy as that.” He traced a finger along one of the wrinkles in her palm. “Your hand is comfy.”

She laughed. “You don’t have to lie. It’s calloused as hell.”

“No, no, I mean it! It's got character. It’s quite warm. I could fall asleep here." He gave her a reassuring smile.

"Could you really? Do you trust me that much already?"

"I do. I’m pretty sure you couldn't hurt a fly."

"You don't know me very well, then."

Felipe hummed and leaned back against her fingers. He drifted his hand down her thumb. “I’d like to get to know you well,” he said, his voice so soft Anya almost couldn’t hear him. Her heart began to pound. He was very forward about what he wanted. He wanted a relationship with her, a serious one. She wasn’t necessarily opposed to it, but there were certain… considerations.

"Well… I like you, I really do, but I mean, you're so… and I'm so… would it even work with us? You couldn't handle…" She gestured vaguely to herself. "All this!"

"As God is my witness, I would gladly die trying!" Felipe said, pressing his hand to his chest with heartfelt sincerity.

Anya couldn't help it. She burst out laughing, so hard she snorted. When she'd gotten a handle on herself again, she saw Felipe staring up at her with the purest adoration plain on his face. That was the thing about him. He made her laugh in the most unexpected circumstances, and he meant every word he said. And he wasn’t just cute in the general way that humans were, being so tiny, but genuinely attractive when she looked at him up close. Nice strong features and kind eyes. She could get used to waking up to that every morning.

“We can try,” she said after a thoughtful pause. No harm in at least trying. “Let’s talk about it tomorrow. It’s late.” She set her hand down on the pillow and waited for him to get off. He didn’t.

“I wasn’t kidding when I said I could fall asleep here. If that’s alright with you, I mean?”

“Oh! Oh. Yes, that’s… that’s alright.”

Anya watched, face burning, as he laid down on his side and shifted a bit to get comfy, even nuzzling his face into her palm, before finally closing his eyes and letting out a sigh of contentment. His breathing evened out and he seemed to fall asleep in seconds.

He really wasn’t kidding. Huh.

Anya carefully laid down, trying to keep her hand still so she didn’t disturb him. Her elbow ended up lodged awkwardly under her ribcage, but she would’ve sacrificed all the comfort in the world if it meant he could sleep peacefully. She owed him that, at least. Anya thought she wasn’t going to be able to fall asleep, too nervous that she’d fidget or roll in the night and hurt Felipe, but before long her eyelids were heavy, and with every blink she felt less and less like keeping them open, and at last she drifted off as well.

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onlydreamofmysoul · 3 years

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Sirius ribs are still so so sore but he’s wants all the cuddles still 🥺🥰🥰

🥺🥺 love this!! My ribs are super sore rn so I can totally vibe with this one.

Characters and their fabulous world by @lumosinlove

"Hey, I’m home." Remus called as he threw his keys down on a table by the door and walked a little further into the house, not knowing if there was anyone there

"Re?" He heard Sirius call breathily and he followed the sound to the living room where his boyfriend was curled up on the couch. "Reg’s out with Leo."

Remus knelt Im the floor to kiss Sirius hello when he noticed his boyfriends slightly scrunched up expression. "Are you sore baby?"

Sirius just nodded.

Remus kisses his forehead. "I’ll be back in two minutes, okay?"

"I think I’m going to move upstairs to bed if that’s okay?" Sirius asked as he began to sit up.

"Of course that’s okay, I’ll meet you up there."

Remus headed into the kitchen and turned on the kettle while he took out a heat pad. When the kettle boiled, he made a two cups of tea and with the heat pad tucked under his arm, he followed Sirius upstairs.

"How’re you doing baby?" He asked as he toed off his shoes in the doorway, padding across the room to set the two steaming mugs down on the nightstand.

Sirius was laying in a pile of pillows, somewhere between sitting and lying down fully. "Better now that you’re here." He teased as Remus helped him apply the pad.

"Do you want a painkiller?" Remus asked, already reaching for the box on the bedside table as Sirius nodded. He knocked back the pill and began sipping on his tea. Only when he had finished and handed the empty cup back to Remus did he start talking.

"I’m sorry Re." He mumbled and Remus looked at him confused. "For what?"

"For this, for everything. You spend all day at work taking care of everyone and then you have to come home and take care of me. I’m sorry."

Remus looked at him earnestly. "Baby don’t be crazy. I want to be here with you. There’s literally no where else Id’d rather be. It kills me every morning that I have to leave you in the first place."

Sirius played with a tassel of his hoodie. "Still." He shrugged. "Désolée."

Remus cupped his face gently, turning it so Sirius would meet his eyes. "I love you." He said seriously. "And being able to be here and help you is all I’ve ever wanted. It’s all I’ll ever want. I just want you to get better so you can be happy. That’s all."

Sirius smiled. "Merci."

"So," Remus said, turning on his side and making sure the pillow boarder (AKA the bane of Remus’ existence) was in place. "How was your day?"

"Good." Sirius said, mirroring his movements. He scowled at the pillow between their chests but reached out and took Remus’s hand. He nudged his socked foot against Remus’ calf and Remus smiled as they tangled their legs together. "I talked to Regulas a bit."

"Yeah?" Remus asked. "That sounds nice."

They chatted until they fell asleep, a border still between their chests, but their hands held each other tight and their legs stayed intertwined all the way through the night.

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takachirou · 4 years

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nsfw hc’s w/ tsukishima, matsukawa and oikawa

including: tsukishima, matsukawa, and oikawa.

summary: just random nsfw hc’s

warning/s: nsfw, choking, slapping, master kink, daddy kink, degradation ?, edging, pain kink

wc: 1.5k+

a/n: this was very self-indulgent… also an excuse to write some smut,

nsfw under the cut!

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tsukishima kei

HE CAN USE ME LIKE THE CUM DUMP I AM

calls you a whore and his little puppy and god it is so hot

master.. he loves it when you call him master. (i had a hc that he LOVEs being called senpai too but thats a whole other thing)

HARD DOM. will slap the shit out of your ass and throw u into the next dimension type shit.

he LOVES making you cum over and over and over again until you cant. and he forces it from you.

it’s either he overstims u or EDGES u SO much.

he just wants to break you and he will he wants you to cry and drool from cumming too much.

also loves face fucking and im for all that.

“please master, let me cum.” you whimpered against the restraints. you were blindfolded and tied to his bed that was wet, fluids mixed with sweat, tears and his cum. you were shaking, chasing your high as you felt the familiar hot feeling in your stomach again. when he saw you were close to your release he removed the vibrator from your clit.

you cry out in frustration, “please, please. i want to cum. i’ll be a good girl for you!” you feel him rub the tip of his cock against your clit, teasing your neglected yet sensitive bud. as he pushes in his cock, you feel his lips right against your ear.

“be a good little whore for me and maybe i’ll let you cum,” he whispers before he pressed the vibrator against your clit and buried his cock deep in your wet cunt, feeling every inch of him against your walls moving painfully slow in and out of you. as he felt you pulsate, he picked up the pace, you moan feeling your high come closer. he changes the vibrator to the highest setting, you cry out due to the overwhelming pressure. “i’m gonna cum, behave for me baby.”

you feel his cock twitch, painting your walls white. he turns off the vibrator, taking out his cock out of your sopping cunny leaving you begging for a proper release. he kisses your forehead softly as a sign of reassurance before you feel his fingers pressing against your clit. you shuddered at the feeling, finally, you think. he starts rubbing it in circling motions, making you gasp out due the stimulating feeling.

“i’m cumming, i’m cumming.” you breathed out making him rubbing your clit faster. and then your orgasm hit you harder than you expected, waves of pleasure run through your body, making your legs shake.

when your high came down, he ordered you to lay on your stomach. you felt him rub him ass before smacking it, most likely leaving a mark, “hmm, do you think you can squirt puppy? let’s see how much you can take whore.”

matsukawa issei

horse cock mattsun yes

he knows his dick is big and loves that you like the pain !!!!!!!!

im like tiny and this man with his horse cock CAN BLOW MY BACK OUT AND USE MY PUSSY (and he WILL).

100% would spit in your mouth while you’re literally so out of it cause he’d fucking you so well.

loves fucking you with your clothes on

would also slap your face.. yknow what im tb? like you’ve came so many fucking times and youre so fucked out so he gives your face a little slap slap and goes “look at me, slut” 😻

issei’s cock was huge, both thick and long, and no matter how many times you’ve fucked or how much he’s prepped you, you’re barely prepared for the way your pussy stretches just for his huge cock to fit. the way you were positioned, on your back with both of your legs above your head, his cock was able to go deeper in your sweet pussy.

his mouth always made you satisfied but god, his huge cock, fills you up so well. the way his cock feels inside you is always painful when he firsts put it in but it’s such an enjoyable feeling. and when he pulls out from your your pussy, he slams his hips into yours, his cock so deep in you, the tip of it touching your cervix. you moaned, “i-issei, f-fuck daddy,” he looks at how your slopping pussy takes him, throwing his head back at the view. now you, you were lost in the pleasure and pain, all you can hear are the skin slapping and your own moans.

“look at me slut, open your mouth.”

he slaps your face in attempt to get your attention, squeezing your cheeks so your mouth opens, sticking your tongue out, knowing what comes next, he gathers some of his saliva and spits in your mouth. “swallow,” he said. he tugs at your hair, forcing you to look at him, “swallow baby, every last drop of my spit.”

and you did, the erotic face you made, your tongue out with excess saliva, face flushed and your eyes rolled back turned him on even more. “fuck b-baby, you’re so hot,” he stutters out, you feel him getting closer to his orgasm as his hips started stuttering, his thrusts becoming slower but the feeling of his cock slowly going in and out of you is what pushes you to the edge. you feel his length in you, every inch, you feel how your pussy takes his huge cock. he then adds a finger in your cock filled pussy, “i can take another one”, you managed to say. the overwhelming pleasure then builds up, your orgasm slowly washing over you, you hold your own orgasm trying to push yourself deeper and deeper. you let go, your pussy contracting around his cock, feeling waves overwhelming pleasure and relief.

“issei, issei! f-fuck.” you cried out loud as he cums in you, his warm cum filling you. you stayed there for a while before he pulls out of you, slowly. he got up from the bed, his foot steps a little fainter before it was loud enough again. you turn back to see issei holding up a dildo and a butt plug.

“you think you can cum again for me princess?”

oikawa tōru

fingers

thats it. just his fucking fingers down my throat after he finger fucks me.

youre the one who cleans up your own cum from his fingers

while he’s fucking you, one hand rubbing your clit and one hand around your throat.

he squeezes it lightly and you moan… god he fucks you harder and his dick goes deeper.

he is balls deep in your pussy, and he crumbles at the sight of you. youre a moaning mess, holding his hand, telling him to choke you harder.

one of his hands travel down your neck and down to your breasts, softly caressing it before attaching his mouth to your nipple. you sighed in content as his tongue drew circles, sucking and nipping at your hardened nub. he left soft kisses around your chest before one of his hands slowly travel to your throat, tightening its grip. your breath hitched when he kissed you with so much fevor the feeling left your cunt aching, tongue slipping in your mouth lazily.

he hands slowly traveling below your waist, he looked at you for consent, “yes,” you breathed out. peppering soft pecks around your neck as his fingers found your covered slit avoiding your clit. “can you take these off for me princess?,” you slowly got out of your underwear and bottoms, leaving you completely naked. you looked up at your boyfriend who was now shirtless.

he kissed your legs before pressing his finger in your pussy causing you to moan in content. he added a second finger before curling them inside you. he holds you down as his fingers reach the spongy spot in. “found it,” he whispers into your ear.

you moan in bliss, his fingers curling and his palm pressing against your clit. he kisses you while his fingers continue to work your tight sopping pussy. his tongue softly slips into your mouth, groaning when he felt you palming his cock. you whimper into his mouth when you felt him remove his fingers from your cunt.

“suck.” he demanded as he shoved his fingers in your mouth. you swirl your tongue around his fingers, tasting yourself. he shoved his pretty long fingers down your throat, causing you to gag. “that’s my good girl.”

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eternalstann · 4 years

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hi could i request a smut where reader and tom are best friends and she’s living with him and all the boys during quarantine and they’re both basically oblivious to the fact that they’re both drooling over/pining after each other and all the boys wanna see how long it goes on for and she hears tom having a steamy dream ab her or smth idk take this wherever u want it to go ilysm boo

im a sucker for housemate & domestic Tom ughhh. i love you more thank you for sending this I got you babes 🥺🥰

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“TOMMMM!” You screamed.

He’d gotten water all over the bathroom floor again and you were about to take a shower. You listen to his quick footsteps grow closer before he burst in the door. Eyes frantic he scans the room, pausing when they reach your frame covered in nothing but a towel. He took in the way your hair fell, the annoyed look on your face. Then swell of your breasts, and the curve of your hips. He forces his eyes back to your face.

“Tom you got water all over the floor again!” You complain, gesturing to the puddles of h2o on the tile.

“Y/N seriously I thought you were hurt..” he rolls his eyes and you glare. “Yes Tom seriously! It’s so gross walking through all of this barefoot, or getting my slippers wet! And, you could cause mold to form. What’s so difficult about closing a fucking shower curtain!” You ask angrily and you didn’t mean to go off like this but you were frustrated.

“There’s three bathrooms in this house just use a different one if it’s such a big deal!” He yells.

You squint your eyes at him and take a deep breathe. “Whatever Tom, just get out” you snap and he turns around, closing the door harder than necessary.

As soon as the door is closed he adjust himselfs in his pants, he was mad... but you looked other worldly. Harrison walking by see’s him and his problem, laughing loudly at his hopeless friend.

“Why don’t you just tell her mate?” he asks, and Tom shushes him.

“Shut up you div she might hear you!” He warns, punching his arm.

“Ow! I’m just trying to help!” He frowns, but they both freeze when they hear the shower cut on through the door.

You don’t know why you went off on Tom like that. Maybe because your feelings for him were getting stronger every day and you were scared to show it? Or maybe because you were reaching critical levels of horniness and it was making you cranky. Probably both you shrug, stepping into the water. The hot pellets beating your skin instantly relax your tense muscles. You rub your neck, sighing, and let your hands wander downwards.

Between the valley of your breast and lower. You don’t stop until your hand is cupping your wet heat and pause, listening for sounds outside the door. You continue when nothing but silence can be heard, unaware of your audience.

Tom and Harrison are still as statues, only turning to look at each other when they hear soft moans echo through the small bathroom.

“This is super pervy, cmon Tom” Harrison drags him away.

“What was that all about?” Tuwaine asks, eyeing his friends coming down the stairs.

“Just a lovers quarrell between Tom and Y/N” Haz waves his hand nonchalantly and Tom denies it immediately.

��We are not lovers!” He clarifies and both his friends smack their teeth.

“No but you wanna be” Harry adds, walking in from the kitchen.

“Fuck off, I’m going to bed” Tom grumps. He trudges up the stairs to his room. He wishes sleep would take him as soon as he lays down but his mind is heavy with thoughts of you. His chest grew tight whenever he heard your name....which was a lot because you lived together. You were all he could think about. The way you looked in your towel, the way you sounded in the shower. The semi he sported earlier was now a full on boner and groaned, trying to ignore it.

Jerking off to the thought of you? How could he look you in the eye after doing something like that? But his brain wouldn’t let him rest. He let his mind wander. To what you’d taste like, or how you talked as you came. Tom didn’t even realize he’d started stroking himself until he heard something clatter in the living room.

‘That’s enough’ he tells himself firmly.

He tosses in his bed a few more times before finally falling asleep. But even in his sleep you wouldn’t leave him alone.

—

You run your fingers through your wet hair and stand at the top of the steps, peaking through to see if you saw Tom. You decided to put your pride aside and apologize.

“Hey guys where’s Tom? I wanted to say...sorry” you explain sheepishly and the boys all gasp.

“You! Say sorry?” Harry laughs and you glare. “I literally cannot remember the last time you apologized to any of us three...” he recalls and just turn on your heel to find Tom; ignoring all their snickering.

You stop in from of Toms room and take a deep breath. Go in, say sorry, get out. You tighten your towel and raise your hand to knock when you see the door is already cracked open. You call his name but hear no response.

You take a half step inside and can’t help the small smile when you see him sleeping peacefully. “Awww” you coo, watching him for a moment. He deserved some rest you think, you were about to turn and leave when you hear him murmur something in his sleep.

“Y/N”

It’s quiet, but you hear it. Your eyes widen, and watch his hips push up against nothing. His face tinted red and lips parted. You keep reeling your self to walk away but your legs won’t move. He was having a wet dream about you! Your hand clamps over your mouth, and you finally force yourself to take a step backwards.

But of course, you lose your footing and hit the ground with a thud. You scramble to get up, but you’re too slow. You hear the bed shift and in three seconds tops a disoriented Tom is pulling his door open and looking down at you.

You stare up at him, trying to ignore the bulge in his shorts and take the hand he offers to you. You both just stand, looking at each other for a moment before he gestures for you to come inside. You sit down on his bed, him beside you.

“I uh, I just wanted to say I’m sorry for how I talked to you earlier. It wasn’t that big of a deal and I shouldn’t have yelled” you apologize and e smiles.

“No you’re right, it is kind of gross. But I appreciate it” he laughs, and you do too.

You get quiet again, and try to work up the nerve to ask him, was he really dreaming about you?

“I heard you before I came in...Tom were you having a dream about me?” You rush through your words, nervousness encompassing you. You watch the color drain from his face.

“Shit, Y/N, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what that was all about and I..” he speaks even faster than you did and you cut him off.

“I thought about you today while I was in the shower” you admit, and you don’t know where this sudden burst of courage came from but you hoped it would see you through.

“I thought about you fucking me from behind. What was your dream about?” You ask and Tom eyes are darker than usual, he was staring at you so intensely and with so much fire you could melt.

“I dreamt the same thing” he whispered. Your breathing quickened as he leaned closer to you. You let yourself fall backwards, and Tom climbs over you. His hands go to you towel, unwrapping it from your body. He’d seen you in close to nothing before, but never like this.

He eyes roam your now bare frame, and lets his hand rest on your cheek. “You’re so beautiful” he compliments before coming down to kiss you. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Your lips smack loudly and shamelessly together. You’d imagined this for so long and now it was reality.

“Can I touch you?” He asks, parting lips for second and you squeak out a yes, connecting your lips again. Toms hand runs down your torso, and parts your thighs. You gasp when he runs a finger through your folds and finds your clit.

“Right there baby?” He asks, and you nod; eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. He rubs you just right, like you’d done this together a million times. He kisses your collarbone, letting his tongue trace over the raised ridge.

“Tom..” you moan, back arching into his kisses. He goes lower, pulling a nipple between his lips and sucking. You moan again, and Tom quickens his fingers between your legs. Your toes curl into the sheets as you grow closer to your peak.

“Not loud enough” he growls, hand reaching up and wrapping around your throat. “Cum for me Y/N” hums, mouth next to your ear and he squeezes the sides of your throat. You grips his bicep as you cum, squirming while he works you through it.

He lets go of your neck and you pant, trying to catch your breath. You look up at him and watch as he kicks off his shorts. You can’t take take your eyes off his dick, much thicker than you’d expected and your pussy clenches at the thought of it stretching you open.

“Please fuck me Tom” your voice is wobbly, probably from literally being choked you think.

“Fuck, flip over” he instructs and you comply happily. Face down, ass up in Tom Holland’s bed. He slaps your ass and you whimper.

“Look so pretty” he whispers and you dig your nails into the bed when the head of his cock pushes inside of you.

“Jesus Y/N” he groans, pushing in all the way He pulls out slowly, then slides back in. You let out a shaky breath, you felt so full.

“Want you to scream my name like earlier” he chuckles, giving you an extra hard thrust. He keeps up the quick, hard thrusts and you bite your arm to keep from screaming. You feel his hands hands grip your hips tighter and pull you back onto him. You have to lift your head up to breathe before biting your arm again but Tom notices this time.

“Fuck that!” He grabs your arms and pulls them behind your back, pounding you even harder. “Tom I’m gonna cum again” you cry out, and he moans, “Me too, baby”

Tom shifts behind you, the bed creaking. He puts one foot on the mattress, and rails into you. The sound of skin clapping echoes through the room, and you know the boys can hear.

“Tom!” You scream, just like he wanted; and your legs shake as your high washes over you. Tom thrusts sloppily a few more times before cumming inside of you.

You both pant, and Tom lays down beside you. “Do you think they heard?”

“Oh, they definitely heard”

#major shoutout to the anon that told me to space my dialogue ily😭#tom holland #tom holland blurb #tom holland x reader #tom holland fluff #tom holland preference #tom holland one shot #tom holland smut #tom holland roommate #smut #tom holland x you #tom holland imagine

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uhhhhyandere · 4 years

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I love, love, love you ❤️ I was hoping I could request where the main character begs for Yandere Light to let her get a doggo bc she’s so lonely since he made her quit a job. Like full on having a full ass fit. I’m talking full blown brat shit. Just how he would react and what she would have to do to convince him if you catch that drift 😏😉

yeah, i know what i said in my last post. whatever. never believe anything that comes out of my stupid mouth i am the single biggest sob in the universe.

um… i took this in a… direction to say the least. someone has to stop me from riding suck n’ ride smut bc… it always goes like this.

next light smut there is going to be ass-eating or i swear to god my name isn’t kerry literally all im thinking about is giving him a rimjob. really. this is where we are at folks.

warnings: smut, face fucking (oops), dick sucking, sex, rough sex. he not happy boi

word count: 3.5k

All you did was watch dog videos anymore. Of course, you watched them because you literally had little else to do during the day, but you just… happened to be more open about it when Light came through the door. Did it have anything to do with the fact you’ve been thinking about getting a furry friend to keep you company from the silence of an empty house and the dark recesses of your mind?

No, of course not. It had nothing at all to do with it, and it certainly had nothing to do with the fact that if you ask him directly, he would say no before any more words could breach the air. You would have to be creative, because when Light said “no,” there was no more argument, and you wanted this argument.

“A Pug. Wow. Beautiful.”

“Look, it’s a—it’s a Corgi. Oh my—wow. That’s amazing.”

You’d play around with different sizes.

“This Mastiff? This gentle giant? Can do nothing wrong.”

“This Bichon matches with the snow!”

And you’d talk about listings you just happened to see online from the local shelters.

“This one—wow. All of her shots. She looks so nice. Oh, and potty trained! What a girl. Damn.”

“He’s sitting down—oh a paw. I see a paw. Can he do the other paw? Oh, yes he can. Also has all his shots. Wonderful.”

Considering the man you lived with, you were pretty positive that he figured out your intentions day one or day two max. It’s been about a week since you’ve been… outgoing in your interest. At this point, it was a game as to who would break first. You bet he was waiting for you to get annoyed with his ignoring of anything you said related to the subject with how blatant he was with shirking you off, forcing you to simply ask.

You weren’t going to make it so easy on him. Though he happened to be the king of hiding his emotions, you knew you had to be getting to him. Light would never admit it, and he would certainly never show it. He wanted to keep that satisfaction as far away from you as possible.

So, you turned up the heat.

Before, you would break off the dog topic after a time, wanting to etch it in your daily schedule only bits at a time. Now? It’s the only thing you talk about, no matter the actual subject at hand.

“There’s another event we have to—.”

“The animal shelter is having an event in the park next week for adoptions.”

“I’m going to have to go for groceries soon.”

“Look at this weenie dog dressed in a weenie costume.”

“I—.”

“Doggo cute.”

It was only a matter of time until—.

“This French Bulldog is—.”

“Y/N.” His voice was clear, demanding. Even after all this time, like a teacher scolding elementary students, it immediately brought you to silence. You sat on your shared bed, legs crossed, as he leered down at you from the bathroom. “I would say it was cute at first, but you know it’s a waste of time to try asking anything indirectly. As if I would succumb to your manipulation, but I let you carry on. You would get bored. You would stop and think and realize that it was pointless to keep it up, but you persisted. I thought to myself maybe you were just trying to see if I would crack and give you the satisfaction of indulging in your antics, and I was right.

“It begs the question. Why didn’t you just ask directly? Easy. Because I would say no, and you would be correct. To allow something else besides me your devotion? Not likely. But what? Did you think showing me videos of Shibu Inus and Pomeranians would make me want one first? You have the logic of a six-year-old, Y/N,” Light began to unbutton his shirt, “Did you honestly think it would work? Or did you simply want to get a rise out of me?” He removed the shirt entirely, then lifted his undershirt over his head just as easily. Light tossed the fabric into the hamper, leaving a pale, lithe abdomen on display. He turned to fully face you and took two easy steps forward. “Why would you want one in the first place? Have I not given my fiancée enough attention recently? Is this your way of getting back at me, hm?”

You were almost at an even height to his belt buckle, but you did your best to ignore that as his eyes demanded attention upwards. His gaze was near malicious, but not quite so. Ah. Lascivious. That’s what they were. You swallowed the knot out of your throat.

“Y-you wish.”

“Your hesitation is very resounding. Then, if you’re so sure, indulge me. Don’t tell me you wanted a distraction from your loving husband-to-be. I know you didn’t want something else to focus on besides me when I’m away at work, so tell me. Tell me why you desired a filthy, shedding ball of fur. Your answer may earn you some mercy.”

You unfolded your legs from underneath you as your foot began to numb under the weight of your leg. Your hands glided back and forth on your thighs. Was there a point in lying? No, scratch that. Was there a point in lying to someone who already knew the truth? Well, his own truth that Light would undoubtedly make yours. There was little purpose in making it worse on yourself.

“No, you’re—uh—right.” Light set his hands on his hips.

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I’m just… lonely when you’re at work. So… yeah.” You risked a peek upwards. Oh, geez the smirk on that fucker. “I’m sorry.” His arms rose from his hips to cross over his chest.

“For?”

“Huh?”

“What are you sorry for? Annoying me for days with your drivel? Wanting a mutt? Lying?” You furrowed your brows. “Oh, that one confused you, hm? Alright, well, if you won’t admit it, I can do it for you. Lonely-“ he scoffed- “You can’t be serious. Such a blatant lie from your lips. The second time you are insulting my intelligence. I’ll ask one more time. Where does your motivation lie?”

“I’m not lying!” You hissed, jumping off the mattress to stand. “What—just what am I supposed to do all day cooped up in this place like a goddamned prisoner? Clean? The place is clean. Cook? As if you’d even let me try. Watch TV? My brain is rotting. You don’t even let me help kids with math anymore online. Just what am I to do? Next thing I may just throw myself out the window—,” Hands gripped your shoulders, causing a slight pain at the intensity.

“You think I’d let you? I expect you to stay here and be good and thankful that you are where you are. I, just as much as you, know—knew women who died to be in your shoes, and you’re ungrateful to be alive and safe? You want more?” You tried to shrug out of his grip, and he allowed you to take the steps away from him.

“I’m asking to be a human being, for fuck’s sake! I’m going to sit here and go crazy. Isn’t it enough that I don’t fuck with the rules anymore? I’m quiet. I don’t say anything. I put every façade you ask me to. All I want is something for me! Something to distract me from literally going insane here! To distract me from everything.”

Light’s eyes sometimes spoke more truth than his mouth ever could. Right about now, the browns were all-consuming, aflame with ire, but his lips were upturned in a challenge.

“A distraction. Caught in a lie, Y/N. Bad form, even for you. After all this time, you still can’t face reality, dearest. I knew you’ve been pitting your mind in some gutter you call the truth. Makes this all easier to accept, but to go to the physical extent? I won’t allow it, and you won’t be able to recess your mind for long, so enjoy that pleasure while you can.” He paused, countenance recessing to something more composed. “You love me, don’t you, Y/N?”

“Yes.” There was no hesitation, no lie in that affirmation. It was the easiest of his questions to answer. “I love you.” Light inhaled deeply, chest flexing with the exhale.

“With love comes compromise, correct?” You responded with a glare. His tone was all too insinuating. “So, let’s compromise, yes? I hate arguing with you.” He reached an arm out, hand open. Your eyes glanced between the extended limb and his eyes before cautiously taking it. His hand squeezed and pulled you in tight. Light twisted and adjusted you so when he fell onto the bed, you landed comfortably on his lap. Releasing your hand, he brought his own up to gingerly glide his fingers across your cheek, a trail of bumps in its wake as it curled into your locks. Almost like a lover. Almost.

His fingers seized the strands and pulled, forcing your head back and opening your neck for his mouth to latch. “Then compromise, dearest. Prove to me what you think you deserve.” He spoke against your skin, open-mouth kisses with a hint of teeth between his words. “And I’ll make judgement.” His hand let go of your hair and traced to the back of your skull to slant your lips onto his impatient ones. The other wrapped itself to pull your body closer until he pushed you off with an unexpected force, almost knocking you to the ground.

From the unbalanced position, you watched him adjust his position to lie in the center of the bed, head angled to watch you from the pillows with both his hands as another cushion for his crown. Light smirked, watching you stand straight. “Well, go on. Compromise.”

Light was never on the bottom. It was non-negotiable. Being anything else was utterly unacceptable for a god. This situation, despite the physical placement of both bodies, was no different. You may be the one crawling on top of him, fiddling with his belt buckle, but he had every bit of this situation in his control. Under his watchful gaze, you removed the strip of leather and threw it across the room.

“You’re going to have to help me here,” you muttered after undoing the fly. Wordlessly, he obliged, allowing you to slip the trousers off of his person. You glanced at his feet. Thank god he took his shoes off already, so he only lied in his boxers.

No, you would never be accustomed to this.

“You always look like it’s your first time,” he remarked. “As if you haven’t seen my cock before. From my recollection, you should be quite familiar with it by now.” You inhaled sharply. “Unless you don’t want to compro—.”

“Shut up,” you hissed, crawling to straddle his legs. “Just be quiet,” you said more quietly. You reached out to rub the only half-erect cock through the fabric. Only small groans were elicited above you. Light was not a noisy one, to say the least. It took your first, painful, terrible experience of deep-throating to even get him to moan fully.

“Do you think teasing is going to get you anywhere?” His voice is always composed during sex, and it really was alarming because… you really couldn’t relate. You glowered, fingers digging under the waistband and pulling. He helped again, lifting so you can get the fabric off. “If you think you’re doing anything fully clothed, I should take a cold shower.”

You made quick work of taking the layers of comfort clothes you had on, off. “You really know how to put on a show,” he deadpanned.

“Shut. Up.” You returned to your position, seeing his cock now fully erect from your previous work. You were sure you were wet, but you ignored it as best you could. You had a feeling you would not be serviced tonight. Before you can even lean down, he spoke again.

“Beg for it. Beg for the honor of sucking my cock. Convince me you deserve it if you believe you are so entitled.” There was not a single physical restriction to keep you from taking it into your mouth, but his words were powerful enough to keep you still. Light was daring you to try and misbehave, and you really couldn’t help the physical reaction his words always do to you.

“Please—,”

“Pathetic. I can have any girl in my bed. I can stick my cock in any person interested, and here you are, an ungrateful brat who wants more. You’re making quite an unremarkable argument for yourself. Perhaps I will take away—.”

“Please, Light. Allow me the honor of sucking your cock, of you fucking my throat. I want the privilege of swallowing your seed. Fuck—please. I’ll do anything.” You leaned down close, but not touching anything. You only lifted your eyes up to his. “Please. I know I’ve been bad. Please, let me make up for it.”

Your words in bed were always forced. He knew you hated dirty talk as much as you did, therefore he always made you speak, always made you confess how much you craved him, wanted him, and whenever you spoke it was hardly ever in lies. Your embarrassment was too prominent in your body language to tell him otherwise.

“Go on, then. Show me.” You licked up his length first, then around the head and back down. “Teasing will get you nowhere,” he repeated. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes and took him in, inch by inch. Light was incredibly average despite his ego. It wasn’t impossible to fit the entire length into your mouth with slow adjustment, but that didn’t mean it was fun. You would continue to work his length, getting more and less intense with your pressure and the speed your head bobbed. Still, there was little reaction from him, not there really never was any mind the grunts you could make out. Your inclinations to keep going, and you did until you pulled back.

“How’s—,” His hand was at the back of your head immediately, forcing your head back down, pushing his cock down your throat, pushing until you could feel his balls against your chin. No hair. He was pristine down there. You convulsed, gagged, choked, but he did not release his grip. Hand keeping its hold, he dragged your head up just a hair enough to thrust upwards. Water began to pool at the waterline of your eyes. You had to relax your throat, or this was going to be just worse.

But it was hard, so hard at the pace he was thrusting at. You squeezed your eyes shut and took it the best you can. Listening to his quiet grunts and groans, you forced your lips to continue covering your teeth, but you could not force your throat to loosen. Drool pooled at both sides of your mouth, carelessly falling into both him and the sheets along with the liquid of your tears.

“Your throat is so fucking tight. That’s it. Choke on my cock. This is what your dirty mouth deserves.” Your limited experience could be to blame for its restricting. That, or the selfishness of the man whose grip on your hair tightened even more right before he allowed you to breathe once more.

And breath you did. Gasping, reeling for air as drool continued to leak down. From beneath your hair, you looked at Light, his eyes wild and alive with lust. Small heaves from his smiling mouth mixed with your wet and heavy ones. “Do you think you deserved that, dearest?” You finally wiped your mouth and shook the spit from your arm. “You’re lucky I am so generous. Come. For doing such a decent job.” His hands patted his hips. Swollen eyes met his. “Ride me, before I change my mind and fuck you into the mattress.”

Regaining some semblance of control, you moved to straddle his length. “Oh, your pussy is glistening. Did me fucking your throat really do that much to you? You loved to be controlled, don’t you?” You did not answer, shaky hands guiding his cock so you can sink onto it. You groaned at the feeling. “Tell me how good it makes you feel. How only I can make you feel like this.” You bit your lip, sinking down another inch or so.

“God, Light. Your cock feels so good. Only yours can make me feel like this. No one—no man, no woman, no person—can make me feel anything—like—this—fuck!” You sunk down to the hilt before you lifted yourself again, easing yourself up and down his length. “It’s so good—so good.” Light allowed you more time but decided your gentle pace was not enough to soothe him. He roughly grabbed you and flipped your positions.

“Too slow, Y/N. What did I say about teasing?” He brought his hips back and then snapped them into yours. You screamed, and you wondered if the neighbors would call again, but his pace did not relent.

“Light—please. It’s too—too much! It’s too fast. I can’t…” He smiled, a wicked grin over you.

“And you won’t. Don’t you dare think about cumming. I decided you don’t deserve it. This is your compromise. You get to live, marry, and get fucked by me, and only by me, and I will only have eyes for you. You’ll never feel like you need a… distraction again.” You clenched your teeth and pushed your head farther into the pillows. “I feel you clenching onto me. Don’t you dare think about disobeying me.” His thrusts were even, balanced.

“Please, please, please let me cum. It feels too good. You feel too good. I’ll do anything.”

“Then don’t cum.” You threw your hands back and gripped the headboard, feeling it rock in rhythm to his thrusts. They were beginning to become, sloppy, wild, he was close while you were holding back for dear life. “Y/N. You are mine and mine alone. Your body. Your actions. Your mind. I am the only thing you are allowed to think about.” With one final push, his seed released, filling and coating your insides. He rode it out, making sure every drop stayed. He hated to have to wash the sheets after, though your drool stains remained.

Pulling out, he retreated and stood, ignoring your writing, unfulfilled form. “Come. You aren’t going to sleep like—get those hands away from there. Let’s get you clean before you ruin the sheets even more.” Like before, he extended his hand to your heaving form. “Alright, alright, I’ll take care of you, but you need to get cleaned up first.” An unstable hand fit into his own. His gently pulled you to stand and allowed you to lean your weight onto his.

Hot water cascaded down your body. Though Light effortlessly scrubbed washed his hair, you could not bring yourself to match his speed, and by the time he was already done, you hadn’t even washed your body yet. You heard an incomprehensible mutter amidst the running water as he left you alone. He was washing his face as you finally emerged, wrapped in your towel. No romance tonight, you figured. Not that it was any different than any other night. You followed, brushing your teeth, washing your face, and taking your pills while he huddled in bed.

You could only dream of romance anymore. Getting your pajamas on, you approached the empty side of the bed. Before you could get on, Light shifted, opening his arms and staring at you expectantly. You froze. Did… did he want…? “Well, come on.” Ah. Was this supposed to be the ‘I’ll take care of you,’ he mentioned earlier? You supposed he would never wash you in the shower, so this would have to be it. You swallowed and fell into them, feeling his arm wrap you close to him so you lied nearly on your stomach, face buried in the crook between his neck and shoulders. His arm lied around your neck, the other near your elbow on the arm that sprawled on his chest. Oh, hello? What is this?

Ah. This is the quote-on-quote, attention he promised as a fiancé. His eyes remained closed as you stared. How forced was this? You wondered if he hated it, if he saw it was succumbing to your wishes, but it was unlikely. Perhaps it was him showing the physical love outside of sex that you lacked thinking it would keep you from having another outburst as you did before. Him keeping his side of the compromise so you would keep yours.

You allowed yourself to close your eyes before you thought too hard about his actions. The more you thought about it, the more—and less—real it all became, but if he was offering more conventional couple things: cuddling, dates, attention, you would not pose another argument.

“So, no dog?” you whispered.

#yandere light yagami #yandere light yagami x reader #yandere death note #light yagami x reader #reader insert #yandere reader insert #yandere x you #yandere x reader #uh oh spaghettio #tw: yandere #tw yandere

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justsomefluff · 4 years

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Can we have a reaction for Ateez finding their s/o sleeping in random places, like the kitchen floor or a cabinet, under the bed? Please and thank you!

A/N: This is so funny to me because I relate so heavy no lie.

Hongjoong:

Okay, so basically

You fall asleep on the couch, waiting for Joong to get home so you could go to dinner together

At some point during your little nap, you fall off of the couch and onto the floor

The only real problem with this is that you are right underneath the lamp

So, the only logical solution to this new problem is to roll under the coffee table

Which you do, and then just fall asleep again, no biggie

When Joongie finally gets home he calls for you like always

Totally expects you to come running, excited for dinner

But, alas, you do not

So, he spends about an hour looking for you all over the place

Kinda starting to freak out

Ends up standing in the living room and pounding your number into his phone

After the first ring, he hears your phone going off in the same room

and then a very loud thud followed by some less than polite vocabulary

He looks down at you, wiggling your way out from underneath the table and stretching for your phone

You notice him, and it’s kinda awkward for a second

you kind of feel like you were caught doing something you shouldn’t be

“Hey”

“hey…”

Then Hongjoong is laughing

like full falling over in tears laughter

Like how dare you judge me for sleeping where I am safe from the light

After he finds his composure, he just tells you to get up so you can get food

And you do, and he doesn’t mention it again

Not in words anyway

But if ever he can’t find you, he always checks under the coffee table first

Seonghwa:

(PRETTY BABYYYYY)

Okay so Seonghwa was gonna be home in about 2 minutes based on his text

So, you decide to try and scare him

Knowing he typically goes to the kitchen first, you situate yourself in a cupboard

There’s literally a pan handle up your ass, but it’s worth it for the prank

Seonghwa’s 2 minutes quickly turn into a half hour

You’ve fallen asleep by then since you had been sitting still for too long

When your boyfriend finally gets home, he’s already shouting apologies into the front hall

“THERE WAS SO MUCH TRAFFIC”

just his excuse to complain no lie

As predicted, he goes straight into the kitchen, still ranting about his day

fully expects you to join him at some point

Did not expect that you would be crawling out from the cabinet though

You heard him yelling once he got into the kitchen and you were like “I guess it’s too late now”

You push the cupboard door open… straight into his shins

“AH OW WTF”

he jumps about 10 feet

so I guess the prank kind of worked??

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”

you just kinda shrug, still a little groggy and sore from being in such a weird position

“were you asleep?”

you nod and yawn and then all of a sudden he’s soft

Scoops you up and plops you on the couch for cuddles

Will definitely make you answer his burning questions later but he’s feeling all snuggly now so it can wait

Yunho:

(Barefaced Yunho im in tears)

When Yunho comes home after work, having stopped and picked up ice cream because he felt he deserved it (AND HE DOES)

Struts around the house with the ice cream balanced on one hand

Hoping to find you and make you laugh

Cannot. Find. You. Arm. Getting. Tired.

Finally puts his arm down, totally defeated

Wanders through the different rooms before he catches a glimpse of your socked foot peeking out from behind the couch

Leans over and sees you fully tucked in, blankets and pillows everywhere

Knocked OUT

He gingerly steps over the couch… jk he tripped

Falls on you

You scream because 1) scary 2) ow

He’s stuttering apologies but also laughing his booty off

Asks what you are doing back there in the first place

“wanted to make a fort but got sleepy”

“FORT FORT FORT”

demands that you get up and help him finish making it

“I’LL GET THE SNACKS”

eventually, he returns with basically the entire fridge

then you set up a movie and snack together and its so cute but then you both end up passing out anyway because the fort is just the comfiest

Yeosang:

ok one thing I will say about Yeosang is I feel like he can pretty much fall asleep anywhere too so he’s not gonna judge you

how you ended up falling asleep on the bathroom counter may remain a mystery forever

you vaguely remember climbing up on it to get a better look at a zit or some other blemish you wanted to get rid of, but after that who knows

Yeosang rushes into the house after work

literally screaming that he’s gonna pee his pants

Runs into the bathroom and slams the door

Scares you and you almost slip off the counter and onto the tile floor

“GET OUT I NEED TO PEE”

you’re barely awake and he’s screaming at you

so confusing but you just kind of waddle out the door and fall into bed

you wait for him to finish and he comes out with a smile

“I’m better now”

“you woke me up you dramatic idiot”

“what do you mean? I didn’t wake you up, you were in the bathr- OHhhh”

You just kinda pout at him and he comes and sits next to you

strokes your hair for a little bit

You’re almost asleep and he can tell

“LETS EAT”

“KANG YEOSANG I SWEAR TO GOD”

and then you’re chasing him around

he is fearing for his absolute life

like he’s gonna suffer the wrath of a thousand suns for waking you up twice

boy better PRAY

San:

In the morning, San had woken you up and coaxed you out of bed with the promise of coffee

he did not tell you that he did not yet go and get the coffee

So, when he skips out the door to pick up your drinks, you literally just drop to the floor in front of the welcome mat

Like I’m sleeping and I don’t care where I just need it

And it was actually a pretty good morning nap until San almost knocks your nose off your face when he swings the door open

At first, he’s kinda worried like… “you good”

And you just scold him for almost killing you with the door

“Not my fault you chose to sleep on the floor. I got your coffee”

Thrusts it into your face

the only thing more bitter than your face is the drink

“you almost killed your sweet sweet baby aren’t you sorry?”

“it’s you’re fault in the first place”

and I mean he’s kinda right but he’s the reason you’re tired

waking you up early with lies… coffee wasn’t even ready yet

so you have a good natured squabble about your sleeping habits and San’s door-opening habits before coming to an agreement

You can only sleep in front of the door when he’s already home

And he can swing the door open with as much dramatic flare as he wants… as long as he can see you are clearly not within range

a perfect compromise imo

Mingi:

Mingi is such a dork okay

when he finds you curled up in front of the oven he starts laughing really loud

shakes you awake because he just has to know what you think you’re doing

You explain, patiently, that you are waiting for your brownies to finish, and that the oven is really warm

Mingi will just nod in agreement and be like “of course, of course. you’re so smart, jagiya”

Gets up and leaves you there for a minute but then returns

He has more pillows and an extra blanket

He also brought your laptop so you could watch a movie

He pulls you into his lap after he sits himself on top of some pillows

Covers both of you in the blankets and then makes you hold the computer on your lap

You fall asleep again within 10 minutes, and although he’s getting sleepy he’s like

Someone has to make sure the house doesn’t burn down

Mingi should not be in charge of this and we all know it

But what can he do?

So he watches the movie for a while before the timer on the oven finally goes off

You snap awake so quickly that Mingi jumps a little

“MY BROWNIES ARE DONE”

and then you eat brownies and cuddle some more

But Mingi is not allowed to have as many brownies as you because you did all the work in the first place so TAKE THAT

Wooyoung:

(hIS SMiLe)

When Wooyoung gets out of the shower after a long day and finds you… not in bed where you should be

He pouts…like a lot

Wanders around for a while

Almost gives up when he catches a glimpse of the hoodie (his hoodie) that you’re wearing

Opens the closet door…was kinda scared not gonna lie lmao

Then he’s LOUD

laughing at you like a crazy person

Screaming at you through his laughter

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING? WHY ARENT YOU IN BED? HOW ARE YOU SLEEPING HERE?”

“WOOYOUNG TAKE IT DOWN LIKE 18 OCTAVES, KID”

whispers, “sorry”

asks you again what you were doing

you just kind of look at him because, to be honest, you don’t really know either

just experimenting with some new bedding, I s’pose

He drags you out of the closet by your heels and forces you into bed where he cuddles you close

you can still feel his chest vibrating from all of the giggling

He never gets over this

every time he finds you sleeping in a new spot, he’s like “FIRST THE CLOSET NOW THIS”

Jongho:

Jongho gets protective when he finds you sleeping in weird places

He doesn’t want you to wake up stiff from being in awkward positions and everything

So when he finds you dead asleep on top of the kitchen table, he is less than surprised

Like he knows you’re a whole ass meal but seriously?

But also lifts you and walks you over to the couch

Sets you down and then just stares at you like a creeper until you wake up

When you do, he’s scolding you straight away

“You’ll hurt your back”

“what if you fell”

“MY GOD WE EAT THERE”

And then you’re laughing because even he knows he’s being dramatic and he always is when you do things like this

“thank you for moving me to the couch, Jongho”

he huffs but he’s like “you’re welcome”

Always tries to make you promise not to sleep in such strange places anymore

“What you do in practice, you’ll do in the game”

“What does that even mean”

“One day we will go out to dinner and then you’ll probably just get on the table and sleep or something”

So dramatic, but he really loves you and everything he says is just out of worry

But every time he scolds you, you both end up laughing at each other

And he secretly has a folder on his phone titled “where is y/n sleeping today?”

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winterromanov · 5 years

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Maybe a college Bucky one where he’s being playing games out of town, and trying to study for exams and he’s just so tired but trying to keep going and reader makes him nap and relax and it’s just very Soft ☺️

pairing: bucky x reader (set in the same universe as this fic)

Trying to play football and also be a competent college student is an Incredibly Difficult Feat. You know this, because watching Bucky vault himself from away games to home games to mid terms to finals is about the most exhausting thing you’ve ever seen. If he’s not studying he’s at practice, and if he’s not playing he’s in an exam. It’s like watching a manic, sleep-deprived whirlwind, living almost entirely off coffee and takeout noodles.

He’s not taking care of himself. He’s pushing and pushing and pushing, trying not to let anybody down--as if he could ever do that.

“You don’t have anything to prove,” you say, as he crashes face-down on the bed in your dorm, the night before he leaves to play a game at Harvard and minutes after his Cold War history deadline. You’ve not seen him eat anything the last twenty-four hours. “Look--you won the last game. Steve said you could sit this one out.”

A vague mumbling comes from your bed. His face is smothered by the pillow and he’s too exhausted to even turn over, so you poke his ass with your foot. His hand reaches out, reflexes still ridiculously quick, pulling you onto the bed with him.

“Sorry, love,” you smirk, curling as close to him as your tiny mattress will allow. His arm pulls you close to his waist, palm splayed across your back. His heartbeat is unrelenting beneath his shirt, thudding between you. “Didn’t quite hear that one.”

His head shifts so you’re basically nose-to-nose, his grin sleepy and delirious. He’s gonna pass out any second. You’ve seen it many, many times before in the last hectic few weeks--you’re probably gonna see it a few more. “I’ll be fine after nap. Promise.”

“Don’t you dare fall asleep before I can force a pizza down you,” you warn, and he laughs, deliberately snuggling into the pillow and letting his eyes flicker closed. You can’t resist--running your hand through his hair, along his face. Kiss his forehead. “Goddamn it, Buck. You’re making it very difficult for me to look after you.”

“You being here is enough,” he says softly and before you have chance to reply he’s gone, lost in some dream. You slowly creep out of his embrace, making the pizza for him anyway. By the time you wake up the next day his body is a phantom shape in your bed but the pizza is gone--he’s left you a bright pink post-it note on the plate. Scribbled in his usual scrawl are the words thank you always favourite girl.

we won!!! harvard ain’t better than us at FOOTBALL

wish u could have been there

renaissance lit is being a bitch :(( well done you STAR. miss you more every moment so get back quick

should i hijack the bus and speed down the freeway

if you must

consider it done

love you

love you more than anything

The next game is thankfully a home one against Yale so you can at least keep an eye on him--you’re just protective, that’s all, not wanting him to burn out in front of you. There’s a lot of gym sessions and library cramming and a grand total of one dinner date at his apartment, where you made a pasta dish with as many vegetables as you could think of in as possible (his mom had sent you a message afterwards with immense gratitude because her son needed his greens, damn it). The following evening you’d wrapped yourself in one of his jerseys and sat in the bleachers alongside an injured Sam--injured and bitter about it--and waited in the lights and the noise for the game to begin.

“Bucky tells me you’re worried about him,” Sam interjects rather suddenly and when you blink back, he shrugs his non-injured shoulder nonchalantly. “Not that I blame you. That dude just doesn’t let up, does he?”

“You could say that,” you reply, shivering a little. The November air is cold, even wearing Bucky’s sweater. “He keeps telling me the season will be over before long, but I...I don’t want that to be a couple of weeks too much for him, you know?”

Sam hums thoughtfully. Around you, the crowd practically fizzes with excitement, covered with facepaint and aggressively chanting team songs at the opposing side. You’d never been to a college football game before you started dating one of the team’s star players, but you have to admit, the atmosphere is kinda addictive. Watching Bucky play is kinda addictive.

“If I know Bucky, and boy do I know him,” Sam eventually replies, squeezing up closer to you as more people gather into your stand. A girl is openly staring at you both--it doesn’t happen that often, but more so at games. People know Bucky, and Sam, so people know you. “He’ll get through this all okay. He always does, (Y/N). I’d been pretty damn surprised if he doesn’t make captain next year.”

You stare at the bright, clean grass of the field, and think of a boy so fucking exhausted from trying to balance his life that he can barely function half the time. Bucky would be an awesome captain. You just don’t want him to become a dead firework because of it.

The game ends up being pretty close but Yale just snatch the victory. It doesn’t mean that they can’t win the season, but. Bucky makes his way over to your stand at the end of the game like he always does, taking off his helmet and mouthguard. He also looks extremely deflated, like he always does when they lose.

“It’s okay,” you say, taking his face in your hands. He looks angry at himself. And you know what he’s thinking. I should have pushed harder. “Shit happens. You were still amazing.”

He kisses you over the barrier in a display of affection you were once too shy to give away in public, but you need him as much as he needs you. When you break apart you plant a chaste, gentle peck on his jawline, running your thumb over the shadow.

“You two make me sick,” Sam interrupts the moment, arms folded. Bucky flips him off while smiling sweetly and you can’t help but laugh. “Honestly. Didn’t ask to be violated, but here we are.”

“Payback for every single time I’ve walked in on you doing unspeakable things with the girl from the top floor on our kitchen counter.” Bucky snaps back teasingly. You like watching the banter unfold between the two of them. You’d be worried if Bucky and Sam weren’t taking the piss at every given opportunity.

Sam gestures pointedly at his injured right shoulder. “I cannot believe you’d treat a fallen comrade like that. I’m disgusted.”

“And so was I when I saw the state of the kitchen counter.” Bucky gives you one last kiss, clutching your hand. “See you after I hit the showers, yeah?”

“I’ll be waiting.” Your promise him, and his eyes glow just a little brighter.

When Bucky facetimes you from Brown the very next week, he looks like he hasn’t slept for at least three days. His Ancient Chinese history exam is literally a day after he arrives back from the trip and he’s frantically cramming in his hotel room in Rhode Island, while also trying not to fuck up the team’s chances of winning the season.

“Just one more game after this,” his grainy voice says on the other end of the video feed, head lolling against the headboard of his Holiday Inn bed. You wish he was in your bed. God, you wish he was in your bed. “And the season is over and I don’t have to be away from you ever again.”

“I don’t think your mom would like it if I stole you away for Thanksgiving.” You joke, tongue poking between your teeth. His lips curve, half a laugh escaping from his chest.

“That’s why she personally invited you to stay with us for the holidays. She’s worried you might sneak in there first and drag me to Virginia. She already knows I’d go wherever you go.”

Your smile is kinda wistful. “Except when you go to Rhode Island.”

“Except when I go to Rhode Island.” He repeats, sighing dramatically. He rubs one of his tired eyes. “Ugh. Who thought coinciding pre-Thanksgiving exams and football season was a good idea, huh?”

“I have no idea, but I’m prepared to have words with them.” You tilt your head. “Don’t work too hard, yeah? It’s one exam. It’ll all be okay in the end.”

“I know, I know.”

You want to keep talking, on and on until the early hours like you do sometimes, because time is apparently not real when you and Bucky are on the phone together. But he needs sleep, and you need sleep, and occasionally you’ll do things for the greater good. “Good luck for tomorrow. Brown won’t know what’s hit ‘em.”

“They better not,” he jokes, “Will you be live-streaming the game?”

As if you wouldn’t. You can’t pretend that you always know what’s going on or any of the rules, but you always try to watch him if you can. He’d do the same for you, over and over and over. “Already got the tab open on my laptop and everything.”

Bucky’s grin is near effervescent, even through your patchy wifi connection. “I love you more than anything, you know that?”

“I may have had an inkling.”

hello y/n

HELLLOOOOO

u know brown are the best losers because they lose and give you TEQUILA

omg are you drunk

never been DRUNK IN MY LIFE!!!! but im at this cool party and stEv e has found a girl and i miss u

i miss u so much . and like i just do generally

whenever ur not ar oUnd

oh sweet boy. you are very drunk.

im serious though

sometimes i think about how much i love you and it scares me

because then i th ink what it would be like if you wreent there

and that makes me so fucking sad i cant breathe

y/n

y/n ???????????????

hellooo

have u gone to bed

no, just messaging steve to make sure he gets you back safe. im not going anywhere. just please please look after yourself. love you always

“I’m sorry about those messages I sent you last night.”

You grab him in the tightest hug possible, his hold all still hanging off his arm, rain spattering down from dark clouds outside his apartment block. You hold him for at least ten years, you reckon, because the thought of him being so fucking sad he can’t breathe makes you so fucking sad you can’t breathe.

“You’re a terrible drunk who says things that make me emotional.” You laugh tearfully into his sweater and he grips you even harder, if possible. The shards of glass jabbed between your ribs start to dissolve as you inhale every single part of him.

“I know, sweetheart,” he murmurs, “I know.”

His last game is the day of your renaissance literature exam and for once you’ve been the one not eating and relying on caffeine, anxiety lingering round your jittery bones like an irritating ghost. Your interactions with Bucky are a battle between you wishing him aggressive luck for what could be the winning game while he equally aggressively says your exam will go fine, they always go fine, it’s an easy A for sure.

Your exam isn’t until the afternoon so you spend the morning pacing about your bedroom looking at a sporadic mess of post-it notes on your wall declaring quotes and context that you hope will just stick in your brain. When Lizzie from down the hall says there’s a package for you you don’t actually think much of it, too busy to deal with something you’ve probably forgotten you ordered from Amazon--but she makes some comment about how fancy it is, wrapped up in striped paper.

Your name is in print across the front so it doesn’t leave a clue on the sender, but as soon as you rip into it and find a bundle of things nestled between tissue paper, you know instantly. It’s kind of embarrassing you didn’t click sooner.

Dear Y/N - you’ll ace it, favourite gal.

You try not to break down in sleep-deprived and emotional tears as you pull out a brand new sweater in your favourite shade of burgundy, a vintage copy of Tolstoy’s Anna Karenina, three different kind of Hershey’s bars and a dumb little teddy bear wearing your college jersey. He’s sent you a fucking care package. He’s away at Princeton, and he’s sent you a care package, because exams drive you crazy and he’s just... Well, he’s Bucky.

i got your present

have i ever mentioned that i love you

i may have had an inkling

He doesn’t really leave you a choice, does he? Besides, the game is only at Princeton, and if you catch the train the moment you escape the uneasy warmth of a crowded exam hall you should be able to get there in time.

You’ve never been to Princeton stadium before, but you grab one of the last tickets available and rush onto their crowded bleachers just before the game is about to begin. The lights are heady, the atmosphere is electric, and you’re about to watch the man you lovingly, completely, unrelentingly call your own play the game he loves almost as much as you at a stadium forty miles from home.

hey steve, you text his closest friend, hoping he’ll see it, get buck to look at the front of the stairs near block d when you come out

y/n if this is what i think it means he’s going to lose his goddamn mind

When the team runs out you notice the number five on his jersey straight away, a constant fleeting image in your head from the countless games you’ve seen him play. Even from a distance, Steve’s eyes catch your own and his arm starts gesturing violently in your direction, Bucky taking a couple of moments to catch on.

It’s a good job the game isn’t due to start for a few more minutes, because absolutely nothing can stop him from automatically sprinting to your side of the field and kissing you senseless, cameras and crowds be damned.

“What the hell are you doing here?” he says on a dizzy outtake of breath.

“Couldn’t miss the last game of the season, could I?” You gently push his chest, urging him to go back to his team. “And neither can you. Go back to them. I’ll be waiting.”

He steals your lips for one more second, giddy and pumped full of adrenaline. “I really lucked out the day I met you, didn’t I?”

His mouth is hot. Hot. Unmistakable. Real. Always, always real. “Not as lucky as me.”

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voidselfshipp · 3 years

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Tender heart

Ok to rb

Cw:violence, underwater scene and food ment.

Jerico yawned stretching on the bed,her foot hits someones legs and she quickly snaps around.

Luckily wamai hasnt woken up yet.

She sighed figuring she must of have Fallen asleep while talking to him.

She couldnt quite place it,bit when talking to the kenyan Man there was something about his voice that was just so comforting, and it felt like home.

She stood up out of bed, a familiar sensation of claws appeared on her shoulder signaling that sunshine was awake.

Jeri opens the blinds, the perks of working here is that she gets a beautiful view of the sea.

Hearing the bed rustling she smiles as the Man Turned to face her still asleep.

"Cute"she thinks to herself as she walks to her closet,trying to make the smallest ammount of noise possible as to not wake up the Man.

She takes her trusty turtle neck sweater and some other clothes and pair of combat boots to then sneak out the door and walk to the showers.

She took maybe an hour in the shower,figuring by now that ngugi would be awake and gone.

Nope,hes still asleep.

Jer found it both amusing and cute, she sat besides him softly stroking his curly hair.

--hey ngugi, wake up--she said softly,the Man grunts and opens his eyes.

Her hand retreats from his hair and she smiles.

--morning--his voice is deep and raspy, he sits up stretching and making his neck pop--what hour is it?

--Its like...six am , why?

The Man quickly jumps out of bed--Ive got to go quickly! Kali is going to kick my ass if I dont get there right now

Jerico stood up giggling at the sudden informalness of wamai, putting a hand on his shoulder--First you need a shower and some food,hurry your ass up and meet me at the cafeteria--the Man stutters an excuse- ah-ah no ifs and or buts, shower and food first

She pats his chest playfully and walks outside with her eagle flying behind her.

The kenyan Man looks away and chuckles to himself, she surely was interesting.

While jerico waited for ngugi she sat there on the cafeteria with a couple of books and some paperwork.

--¿en que estamos trabajando?--(what are we working on?) She smiled at the familiar accent.

--Nada boludeces del trabajo(nothing just some silly work things).

Flores chuckles,resting his head on his hand-- tenes una pinta de cansada (you look tired)

Jeri nodded stretching-- odio tener que levantarme temprano boludo--(I hate having to wake up early dude)

He nodds in agreement, And they talk for a bit, shed laugh at his jokes and he would at hers, with the ocasional flirting in between.

Wamai however did not find this amusing as the second he entered the cafeteria he heard jeris laughs,his blood seemed to boil as he noticed who was with her.

--Im sorry but this spot Is taken--he said slamming a hand on the table.

--Hey Man--santiago said--we just talkin' a Man cant talk with his friend?

Another stern look forced the Argentine Man to leave,not before winking at jerico and patting her arm--bueno me rajan, me voy preciosa--(aight,theyre throwing me out, goodbye beautiful) he said walking away.

She giggles turning to wamai--Jeez jealous much ngugi?

Wamai sighs--My apologies I.. I dont know what took over me

Jeri shakes her head with a soft smile-- its okay, it was rather cute, but go get your food come on

After eating breakfast both went to their responsabilities.

--Bueenas!--(hello!)she said walking to Zero who was happy to see her.

--Hey, youre here what took ya so long?

She shrugged pulling her fluffy jacket closer,it was a rather windy day.

--Come here--he opened his jacket and she hid under it.

--Thanks

--Dont mention it

At one point jerico herself had to train, under her sweater was a sports top.

Now maybe it was the fact that she didnt sleep that well, maybe the fact that she had her mind in the clouds,but she was getting her ass handed to her in hand to hand combat.

This came with the sassy remarks of kali as jeri called it a day and was putting her sweater and blazer back on.

--If thats how her father trained her, I cant imagine how himself must be, a miracle he didnt die on the Battlefield

Jers hearing was somewhat supernatural, because for starters she wasnt one-hundred percent human.

She grunted trying to Keep her composture picking up her bag with sunshine perched on her shoulder.

Another sassy remark came as she Walked past jaimini--all those medals her father has? They are worthless,how did he let his daughter go into the military?, she inst built for this.

She Turned around walking to kali--the fuck you said to me?

Wamai who was running on the threadmill approached both women.

The other operators, specially smoke and mute took a look at what was happening.

--Im just saying that you and your father arent military material--jamini said-- you got your ass handed to you,If this is how the von-terras fight then its a miracle you made it this F--

She didnt finish because jerico punched her right on the nose, smoke and mute jump in keeping her from kicking kalis ass.

Wamai holds back his boss who looks at jerico in surprise.

--talking shit about me? I dont mind, but dont you ever, EVER talk about my father like that,Next time I wont be too kind,sushine nos vamos (we're leaving)

The eagle flied behind her owner, she should probably get her bloody knuckles checked,but that didnt matter at the moment.

Harry would totally hear about that fight one way or another, but that wasnt important right now.

She sat there in her Office looking at the painting of her dad and her when she was young.

How old was she?,she cant recall the exact number but she does remember that painting.

She smiled as the sunrays hit the painting.

--i hope im not interrupting anything-- Zero said.

--Not at all Sam, what happened?

The Man sat infront of her--Harry got Word of what happened during training, hes letting this one pass because you were justified, he'll talk with kali and he recomended you take the Next two days off

--And you came all this way for that?

Fisher stood up and Walked over to her giving her a quick hug.

She hugged back--Thanks..I really needed it

--And another thing, youre Burning up

Jer nodds lifting her hands from her desk in order to not literally set it ablaze.

The only three people that knew about jericos "identity" were Harry,Sam and ash.

She did as she was told and at night she went for a swim in the beach.

The water sizzled as she entered all the rage dissipated in the water as she quietly sings to herself.

She felt a pair of arms hugging her from behind--may I join you?

She chuckled and softly elbowed wamai on the stomach --Yeah you May

Both talk quietly,trying to avoid the topic of todays fight, even then they were still Friends.

--Hey wanna see something cool?--She asked

--uh...sure?

--follow me!-- she dived under the water and he did the same, they were far off the shore, walking on the sand.

Wamai was puzzled at the fact that she wasnt holding her breath but rather...breathing underwater.

Its the same thing that always catched his attention, she seemed to be super human almost

Hes about to say something but then a soft glow catched his attention what ngugi saw he couldnt Belive.

Massive fishes of every color,they glowed Giant octopi casually swiming above them.

And a song, he couldnt hear the words,but It came from the sea, he felt the beat in his whole body, as if the Ocean was speaking to him

Jerico let him walk around the fish for a bit, finding the cuteness of his Curiosity endearing.

But eventually they had to leave.

They Swim back to the shore.

--Wasnt that cool?

--How did you knew about that? How come i never saw any of that while diving?

Jer giggled putting a hand on his shoulder--Sometimes things dont want to be seen

She offered her hand and he took it walking close to her with her head on his shoulder..

They arrived to the dormitories--And...wamai one thing..

--Yeah?

--Nor kali, or anyone can know about what you saw, got it?

He nodded, and softly stopped jerico from leaving, taking her hand--Thanks for showing me that...its nothing like I ever seen..

He took some steps forward, and so did she.

He leaned in and she did the same.

Jerico cups his cheeks and kisses him, he kissed back tilting his head, leaning a bit.

They press their foreheads togheter.

--Ill see you later then?

He nodds kissing her again--sweet dreams jerico

--Sweet dreams ngugi

When she got to her room she collapsed on the bed sighing like a fool in love.

Sunshine curled besides her,looking at her owner with a smug smile.

Jer rolled her eyes softly passing out minutes after.

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hisakata-resutomoshibi · 4 years

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Not to bother you, but I've been wondering what would happen next in that Inner Demon! Kuro au. It randomly popped into my head and now im curious lol. I'm not asking for another chapter if you dont want to write it, I just wanna know what u think would happen next! Your ideas are amazing and I love hearing from you! 🧡

Ah, you’re so sweet! Don’t take this too seriously as I haven’t planned any of it and barely edited it LOL but here you go my dear~

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"Alright, and what am I supposed to make of that?"

It was hours later, or perhaps just minutes, and Mahiru found himself staring up at the slightly damp, bug riddled ceiling of the cave. He seemed to have fallen to the ground after Kuro had released his grip; maybe he had taken too much blood? The thought froze his muscles in visceral terror and his mind in a bid to remain sane immediately rejected the idea. Either way, he did distinctly remember hearing Kuro say that he belonged to Mahiru now, or something to that effect, and really, who wanted to have a psycho like this?

"What does what means?"

Kuro's eyes popped in to view over Mahiru's face and he flinched back, bashing his head further on the cold stone. Frowning in irritation, at the pain in his skull, the situation in general, he sighed. "What do you mean you're mine?"

The bright red that had flooded through Kuro's irises hadn't faded, in fact it seemed to have almost solidified against the former blue, looking like a small pool of swirling metallic paint splashed across the sky. As he watched, entranced, Kuro grinned.

"Pretty, right?" He blinked slowly, demonstratively. "The red is a nice touch, a very easy way to identify contracts."

"Contracts?" Mahiru repeated curiously. "What- no, I mean, how did your eyes change color?"

"This is your blood, Mahiru." Kuro said matter-of-factly. "I didn't expect it to be so beautiful, to be honest. Most blood mixes in like mud. Such a disappointing shade of brown. But this!" Kuro paused, fluttering a hand in front of his face.

"This is gorgeous. We must be compatible."

"Compatible..." Mahiru echoed, laughing weakly. "Great."

"You wanted to go home. I'll take you there."

"Hold on just a second." He pushed out a hand into the scant air between them and Kuro obligingly sat back, his head cocked in innocent puzzlement. "How do you know where I live?"

"I know everything that is YOU, now."

"Again, what exactly does that mean?"

Kuro smiled wickedly, leaning forward suddenly, a blur of vitality in the dank air of the cave. "Take it literally. Anything that means something to you, makes up a part of your identity, it's mine now. And in exchange-" He gestured down at himself, "you get this, anything you could possibly want."

Startled into silence, Mahiru felt his tongue form the sardonic comment before he could think better of it. "You're quite confident." As soon as the words were out he regretted them, praying that the offense they caused wouldn't be enough to get him ripped into little pieces, but Kuro only laughed, lighter and softer than anything Mahiru had heard before.

"Of course I'm confident. Do you still not know who I am, Mahiru?" His lips curled up mischievously and he ran a graceful, delicate finger, along Mahiru's jaw. "You're a bit thick, aren't you? Ah well, no matter! You're mine as well now, no turning back." Before Mahiru had the chance to feel offended, he continued. "I knew you were special the second I saw you."

The conversation was running in circles and it was only a matter of time before Mahiru got motion sickness trying to follow it, so, trying to decide the simplest course of action, he chose, simply, to ignore it. Obviously Kuro was not who he had originally thought, the eyes, the horns, the preternatural speed, no, there was no way to fake that, he was something else entirely, but the question was, what? Mahiru glanced over to find Kuro staring at him raptly and he couldn't help the small chuckle that escaped. "Where am I supposed to hide you?"

"Is this just something that people like you can do?" Mahiru asked flatly, staring down at the tiny kitten at his feet. It turned it's wide, luminescent eyes (red like his blood, he thought) up to him and blinked. "I don't know what that means."

"You really are a demanding little one." Kuro muttered as he phased back into existence, occupying the space the cat had previously. "Of course not all of us can, it is something unique to I and a few others." He paused, seeming to think carefully before speaking. "Eight total."

There are seven others that can turn into animals?"

Kuro nodded slowly, almost regretfully. "Yes. Seven. But you don't need to worry about them."

"I'm not particularly worried." Mahiru sighed. "More like amazed." He watched for a moment as Kuro crept around his room, so cat like in his movements Mahiru almost laughed, and began to poke at several of the books piled haphazardly on his desk. "I do have a question."

As though he had been in anticipation, Kuro spun on his heel, books and exploration forgotten and a lopsided smile in place. "Yes?"

"Well, er-" Mahiru hesitated, biting his lip. "Not to be offensive or anything but, you're acting very... different now."

"Oh?"

"Uh, yeah..."

"How so?"

"Well." Mahiru glanced over, quickly looking away again when he met Kuro's amused gaze. "Well, to be blunt, you're not acting like a total nut job anymore."

"A nut job." Kuro paused, digesting the phrase for a moment. "I do not know that one either." Four rapid steps had him directly in front of Mahiru again and he grinned. "There's so much you must tell me! But before that, what is the question?"

"Why?" Mahiu blurted. "Why are you suddenly..." He trailed off and, at a loss for definition, gestured vaguely at Kuro. "Like this?"

Shrugging casually, Kuro raised a brow. "One would act differently after becoming someone else, no?"

Putting a finger to his brow in fatigued annoyance, Mahiru groaned. "No w I just know you're fucking with me."

"Not yet, I assure you." Kuro said brightly, his grin widening impossibly when Mahiru blanched. "What can I say to make you understand?" He crossed his arms, gaze traveling lazily around the room. When his eyes lit upon the chair near the door and he paused. "I took from you and so you must take from me." He glanced over, his eyes shining through the shifting blacks and whites of his hair. "Give and take, tit for tat, you are a part of me and so I must honor that change. Act according to the new blood."

Mahiru frowned, attempting to construct something realistic or even vaguely understandable from what Kuro had just said. "So, you're different because of me?"

"Precisely. Perhaps if you were less stubborn I would not be quite so composed?" Kuro laughed, just a shadow of the maniacal, wild abandon from previously and shrugged. "It's an interesting change." He raised his eyes to the ceiling, as though looking up into the sky. "Not unwelcome. Certainly different from what I am used to."

"What you're used to?" Mahiru prompted him after a moment.

"Things at the court can be unbalanced." Kuro said slowly. "And so for the most part we are... unpredictable."

Forgoing asking who exactly "we" was because he was fairly certain he didn't want to know anyway, Mahiru frowned darkly, remembering the shattered stalls and engulfing flames he had so barely escaped earlier."You seemed like a psycho."

Kuro laughed happily. "That sounds like a compliment!"

"It's not." Mahiru said flatly. "Psycho is bad." He too glanced around the small room quickly, taking in the limited space and lack of guest furniture. "So now what? I accept that you are some kind of- of- mythical creature. But I do not accept that I am stuck with you."

"Whether you accept or not is of no consequence." Kuro sang, reaching out and plucking a sweater from where it lay draped over the foot of the bed. "We have a contract." He began to twist it back and forth, inspecting it from every angle, eyes wide in puzzlement.

"About that. I didn't agree to any contract. So I don't really think it's legally binding." Mahiru crossed his arms, attempting his best impersonation of authority.

Kuro shrugged, pulling the sweater over his head, horns turning to a bright translucent fog for a moment to allow for the collar to pass over them, and smiled, something quick and genuine, and Mahiru felt his heart skip a beat. "Unfortunate for you then that the fae do not care for legality."

It was an hour later, Mahiru standing in front of the cupboard contemplating it's bare shelving, that he finally admitted to himself that he was not the best at entertaining visitors. Not even a spare loaf of bread. He slammed the door shut in frustration and glanced into the living room, finding Kuri still curled up on the couch, eyes glued to the TV. Mahiru had turned it on in desperation about forty minutes ago and Kuro had not moved since. It was currently airing some strange episodic gum commercial but judging by Kuro's expression you would have thought it was a documentary of the end of the world.

"How do they do this?" Kuro asked suddenly and Mahiru turned fully, watching as he pointed to the screen upon which was a helicopter view of the city.

"Do what?"

"Record this? Is that what you called it? It's so detailed!"

Mahiru wandered closer, unable to ignore the impulse and peered over Kuro's shoulder. "You said you were some magical being but you've never seen a TV? Where have you been all this time?"

"In the woods, mostly." Kuro answered casually. "It seems I should have ventured farther into town sooner!"

Briefly imagining the utter devastation Kuro would have wrought unchecked had he indeed entered the heart of the town Mahiru held back a shiver and shook his head. "No. No way. You are way too much trouble."

"It is not I that wishes for such destruction." Kuro said, flicking his sharp gaze up to Mahiru. "I only embody what you desire."

"You keep saying that." Mahiru muttered, looking away in discomfort. "Listen. Do you need food? Or..." He trailed off in embarrassment, completely gobsmacked that the next words were about to leave his mouth. "Or are you actually a vampire?"

"Vampire." Kuro rolled the word around for a moment and shrugged. "Call me what you will. You humans have always had such curious need to name everything. Regardless, it will not change that I simply am."

Mahiru sighed. He really was getting so tired of all this mystical bullshit. "So then, did you want to get dinner?"

Kuro froze, his shoulders going taut beneath the blanket he had huddled up in. "Dinner?" His eyes were darting from side to side as though in worry, though there was nothing but an innocuous soap opera preview on.

"Yeah? You know, we go somewhere and get food? I honestly hate the idea of bringing you in public, but I don't have anything here." Mahiru admitted, frowning. "You have to behave."

"Ah, I see." Kuro turned, fixing Mahiru with a strange look. "You need to eat then?"

"I take it, based on this conversation that you don't actually require food." Mahiru muttered sarcastically. "But yes, I'm hungry."

"Very well. Let's go." Kuro stood in one quick move, the blanket falling from his shoulders and to the couch and Mahiru flinched back a step, having completely forgotten just how tall Kuro really was. At his jerking retreat, Kuro raised a brow and a mocking smile flew across his face. "Do you truly find me so frightening?"

An immediate affirmation withered on Mahiru's tongue as he studied Kuro's expression. It was neutral and empty but somewhere, deep beneath the veneer of indifference, he thought he could see a wiggling of disappointment. He didn't know what possessed him to do what he did, or even why he would care to do so in the first place but he found himself snorting and reaching out to wrap his hand around Kuro's wrist, tugging him roughly around the back of the couch and towards the kitchen. "Of course not, idiot. What's scary about you?"

#servamp #asks #blackcat!Kuro #my writing #should I add the tag #fae!Kuro #?#ever since Kat said I can't get it out of my head #as evidenced here LOL #Mahiru Shirota #hmmm

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