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neoraso · 4 months

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end of a day | pwb

a/n: the people ask for wonbin and i provide.. this is basically just pure and never ending sickening fluff when he comes home from a schedule :D warnings: one instance of him calling the reader his gf. i didn't mean for this to happen but gets like 1% suggestive towards the end. literally nothing happens though just a little heated kissing hehet

you had woken up when wonbin did, your ears listening to him rustling around the room getting dressed. after a few minutes he came to your side of the bed, stroking your hair and moving it out of your face before leaning down to kiss your forehead. your eyes fluttered open at this and he looked back with a surprised expression,

"did i wake you up? I'm sorry baby. try to go back to sleep, I'll be back later." he petted your hair once more. before he could back away you reached out to grab his wrist.

"you're not leaving without giving me a goodbye kiss are you?" you said with a pout.

smiling, he leans back down while you strain your neck upwards to meet his mouth.

"i almost didn't want to because then i wouldn't be able to stop" he mumbled against your lips. leaving one more peck he turned to actually leave and chuckled at your whine. "i know baby, i don't want to leave either but i'll try to be back before you know it. maybe you can sleep for the next 14 hours."

"I can sure try." you grumble back. "but hey, good luck today, work hard, i love you."

as he shut the door he turned to peek his head out. "I love you more." he said with a bashful smile before shutting it fully.

looking at the clock it read 6:34 am. yeah, you were definitely going back to sleep.

you woke up a few hours later and decided you had nothing to do but keep up with business since it was your day off. wonbin pretty much never had a day off so when you weren't working, your days were often spent like this; just filling the time until he came back.

it wasn't like you didn't have a life, you had friends of course but your schedules didn't always match up- like today. and so, you were alone. it wasn't bad to be fair, you caught up on emails, cleaned the apartment (mostly), called your mom, yearned for your boyfriend, all in all a productive day.

wonbin had texted you a few times throughout the day when he could.

[7:10] hi baby, wish i was with you

[9:13] getting ready to film this interview, hope i look pretty for you. i think you'll enjoy watching it when it comes out, the mc's are really funny

[13:19] finally done. heading back to the building to practice. love and miss you soooooo much,

it was strange, you had been dating for almost a year but you wondered when would your heart stop fluttering at everything he did. every text, call, every touch, every kiss made you fall in love with him even more and you hoped he felt the same.

it was getting close to 8pm which seemed like a good time to start dinner. you didn’t cook every night but you knew wonbin liked it when you did. he always worked so hard, it’s the least you could do. you decide on something simple for tonight, soup and rice and some sides his mom had sent you.

you snapped a quick picture and sent it to him so he knew he had a meal waiting for him at home.

perfect timing :) we’re about to wrap up.

can’t wait to see you

just as you were finishing plating everything for the two of you, you heard a key jangling the door knob, bringing a small smile to your face. you could hear him taking his shoes off and shuffling out of the walkway.

“where is my baby?” he called out.

“in the dining room!” you reply. he makes his way to you as you turn around meeting him halfway for an embrace. ”sorry, i’m sweaty..” he said sheepishly. after you patted his back to assure him it was fine, he held you to him and kissed your hair then pulled away to hold your face and kiss your nose then your lips more times than you could count. between kisses you tried to ask him if he wasn’t hungry, eventually he let go, “yeah actually. it smells so good, i’m starving.” he let you sit first, noticing your bowls were seated next to each other’s , he slyly scooted his chair closer to yours. after a few moments of silence with both of your mouths full, he turned to you.

“how was your day? what did you get up to?” he said as he reached over to tuck your hair behind your ear.

blushing, you reply, “well, mostly just waited for you to get back… but i did get some work done.”

he frowned at this, “i don’t know if i can ever leave again. i missed you so much too.” he softly pinched your cheek and went back to eating. “this is delicious by the way, thank you so much. the guys went to get food but i wanted to come home as soon as possible. they teased me a lot but it’s ok… i’d take anything for you.” he said the last part so quietly you almost missed it- luckily you didn’t. without making a big deal out of it you softly stroked his back and then his hair (which really was sweaty).

“i’ll clean this up, you go get in the shower and relax.” you suggested

“can’t you come with me?” he asked with pleading eyes.

“unfortunately, i already took a shower. but when i’m done with the dishes i’ll come in the bathroom ok?”

he looked back down at his soup and pursed his lips, clearly disappointed. you couldn’t help but laugh at his state. mirroring his earlier action you stroked his hair and tucked the strands that were falling into his eyes behind his ear. “tomorrow we can take a bath and i’ll use that bubble soap you like, does that sound good?”

he had to smile at this. “that sounds good, but i’m holding you to it.”

“i promise. finish your food so you can wash the day away.”

he obeyed and you both finished your dinner quickly in a comfortable silence.

he offered to help you with the dishes, but you shooed him away so he could get ready for bed sooner. it didn’t take you long anyway and you made it in time to get some sleeping clothes and a towel to meet him in the bathroom where you heard him singing.

“what song is that?” you asked him casually, but then heard a bottle of something fall with a loud crash.

“oh my god y/n you scared me!! you move like a ghost, i didn’t even hear you come in!”

“oh my bad!” you said between laughs, you almost felt bad but it was also a little funny.

“it’s our new song though. don’t tell anyone.” he said as he turned the water off

before he got out, you softly told him “of course i won’t, but here, i brought you a towel and some clothes.” you handed him the towel while he was still in the shower and heard him give a small chuckle.

“babe, you’ve seen everything already, don’t act shy now.”

scoffing, you replied, “i was just trying to give you some privacy, sue me!”

he came out with the towel wrapped around his waist and gave you that smile you loved so much, the one that made you feel like your veins were disintegrating. he must’ve noticed your wide eyes that were trying to avoid the extensive amount of his bare skin showing because he laughed again and pulled you in for a kiss. you made a small noise of protest .

“wonbin! you’re all wet!”

“oh, i didn’t notice”

“move, we need to brush our teeth.” you said, still avoiding his half naked self.

you both moved to get your toothbrushes, but he took this opportunity of your proximity to slide a hand around your waist and kiss your temple. while you wanted to melt away , you pretended to be annoyed still, not saying anything. he kept a knowing smile on his lips the whole duration of your teeth brushing date in which he also linked your arms causing a very clunky experience, but you let it slide because you really were so weak for him.

once you finished, you escaped his hold and walked to your bedroom so he could get dressed (he suggested you stay for that too, to which you declined with burning cheeks)

you only had to scroll laying on your bed for about two minutes before wonbin walked through the doorway, still with that grin on his face.

“what is so funny mister?” you asked with tight lips.

he came over to your side of the bed and sat down, carefully avoiding your feet but rested his hand on your calf, lightly squeezing the skin there. “oh nothing. you’re just really cute when you’re flustered. i like being the only one to make you blush. also, since i’m dry now, can i get some love?” he looked like a kicked puppy to where all your fake annoyance dissolved and you sat up to kiss his cheek. he turned his face to yours and whispered “you know that’s not enough.”

pushing you down he caged you in between his arms, laying the rest of his body weight on you as he lightly rubbed his nose against yours before pressing his lips to you.

he kissed you until you were breathless, your lips wet and puffy from where he had bitten them. as he leaned in again you put a hand on his chest.

“wonbin…” you warned.

“don’t worry i’m not trying anything, i’ve just wanted to kiss you all day.”

“wow, this must be your dream come true then.” “this might be the best day of my life. maybe second to when you said you’d be my girlfriend.” he said with another kiss.

“i would tease you if i wasn’t so in love with you” you retort as he pulls away, now leaving you wanting more. he noticed your pout and smirked “i’m just moving to where i’m not suffocating you.”

“i liked it though?” you admitted.

“oh?” he replied as he crawled over you to his side, laying close to you with his head propped on one hand. He stroked your cheek with the other hand, brushing your hair away from your face.

you were caught in the way he looked at you, always with so much adoration. it was obvious to anyone that saw you together (which they often told you) how intense your love seemed just in the way you looked at each other. holding his hand to your cheek he took it as his cue to lean down once more to your face. kissing your lips, your cheek, your forehead, anywhere he could reach. you wrapped your arms around his neck as he pressed his lips to your throat before going back to your lips and finally pulling away with a kiss to your cheek. rolling just a bit over to where he was almost entirely on top of you, he mumbled into your chest “did i mention i missed you?”

heart swelling you replied, “you may have. are you so tired my baby?” he can only nod and deeply sigh. you almost coo at this and brought your hand to his hair, running the strands through your fingers and lightly massaging his scalp.

“don’t do that.” he grumbles, shocking you.

“why not ??”

“because i will fall asleep and i want to stay awake and talk to you.”

“oh, well it's late bin, we should sleep anyway hm?”

“don’t wanna”

you resumed playing with his hair anyway and humming a ballad.

“you’re so mean…” he said sleepily, you could hear the tiredness taking over.

“i want to talk to you too but you need your rest. you had a busy day and we have tomorrow morning to be together.”

you only got a whine in response while he tucked his hand under your waist and tangled his legs with yours.

“love you.” he managed to mutter.

you stretched to turn off the bedside lamp.

“love you more” you reply, hands slowing down in his hair as sleep took you over as well just as you heard him whisper something else.

“impossible.”

#이거 끝이 아냐 걱정 하지마 #wonbin #park wonbin #riize #riize scenarios #riize fluff #riize imagines #riize x reader #wonbin imagines #wonbin fluff #wonbin x reader #riize wonbin

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gojou-violin · 10 months

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let's go for a ride

| pairing: sports biker!choso x backpack!gn!reader

| warnings: 18+ MDNI. sub!choso. begging/pleading. sexual acts on a motorcycle. palming? friction? HOW DO YOU WORD THAT??? um. don't actually do anything like this please.

| summary: choso loves to go riding with you, even though your hands like to wander from time to time.

| wc: 1.9k

| taglist: @aylitgirl , @ifeelsofilthy , @preciousamethyst , @justanotherpasserby , @lyteatus , @unknownspecies , @tojishugetiddies , @diorsbrando , @thisbicc , @bakugosgorl , @buerriberry

| a/n: i've been searching day and night for the vid that inspo'd this but i think tiktok took it down cuz the backpacker was deadass getting the biker off on camera, soooooo- anyhow. be safe on the roads, esp. on a bike. thanks.

Whenever Choso got bored, he'd throw on his textured black pants, a t-shirt, his favorite red sweatshirt that he used specifically for riding, and he'd grab his helmet. Most times, if you were around, he'd ask if you wanted to go for a ride. If you were out, he'd text you to ask where he could pick you up.

Before you started dating, Choso didn't really see the appeal of backpacks. He thought couples like that were actually kind of cringey. But when the two of you started dating and you expressed an interest in riding with him, he went out to make sure you got good clothing for it, bought you the perfect helmet for your birthday-- With gloves to match, of course-- and he started taking you out riding with him. It was something about the way you held onto him. When he was alone, riding had been about simply getting from point A to point B, and being on a fast sports motorcycle was just a lovely perk that he could show off. With you on the bike with him, however, it was about having fun with you. He got to show you all of his favorite places in the city. He got to go as fast as he wanted on roads that were in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere, and he got to focus on you and how much you loved it. He knew that you enjoyed something whenever you'd squeeze him. It was an unconscious decision you made every time something caught your eye, and it always made him smile beneath his helmet. He'd take one of his hands off the handle bars to grab your hands that were squeezing tight onto the front of his sweatshirt, and he'd acknowledge you and what you loved by squeezing back.

Choso tried to never ride alone since then.

When he asked you to drop what you were doing to go for a ride with him, you didn't protest. A couple of minutes of changing was all it took before you were off together... He smiled beneath his helmet when your arms wrapped around his torso as the light turned green and he sped off, he laughed when your helmet accidentally banged against his when he came to a sudden stop, and he smacked your hand away when you tried to hit the kill switch at the next red light just to fuck with him. You had a habit of doing that. One second he'd be enjoying his calm ride with you, the next you'd be flicking his visor down over his eyes, poking his stomach, or pulling the velcro strap of his gloves loose so that he had to readjust them. It was the type of thing cringey backpacks did. He used to hate when other people did that. But, oddly enough, he loved it when you did it.

As you two pulled onto an empty road that he usually liked speeding down due to the lack of other cars and cops, he hit the engine hard enough to make it rumble, and suddenly you were speeding so fast the wind could be heard through your helmet and the music you were listening to. You changed the song to something more upbeat for him. He tapped your hand as a thank you, and his head started nodding along to the beat.

You laughed and hugged him tighter. He was adorable when he was out riding. His head was always lost in the clouds to the point that it seemed like the world didn't exist around him so he could do whatever he wanted and no one, especially you, would dare to judge him. Choso looked like the scary type of biker. Most people looked at sports bikers and Harley riders as the same kind-- Which, truth be told, Harley riders weren't scary either, people just viewed them as tough sons of bitches who'd pull up with weapons whenever they got angry, which was hardly ever the case-- but sports riders were especially funny and loveable kinds of people. You'd met so many over the dozens of rides you'd been on with Choso, and not once had you met a bad biker. Choso was no exception. He looked scary because of his tall build, deep voice, and the tattoos littered around his body, but underneath all of that he was a loveable teddy bear that did anything and everything for you.

At home, he was the type of guy to be on his knees for you, staring up at you with pleading eyes, drool dripping down his chin, whimpers coming from his throat, and he'd spend hours obeying your every command. "Don't cum." He'd nod obediently. "Make me cum." He'd use his mouth, his fingers, his cock-- Anything you wanted. "You've been a good boy... You can cum now." And he'd moan out as he'd finally let go with a thousand thank yous falling off his lips.

When it was the two of you riding alone, Choso was still like that. Beneath his mask, you could tell whenever he'd get flustered because of your touches, even though they were innocent most the time. Sometimes they weren't so innocent. When you were alone, it was easy to let your hands... wander...

As the song changed again, your hands ventured along his sweatshirt, grabbing at it and gently digging your thumbs into the places you knew he was always sore at. He rolled his head slightly. His back was relaxing so easily, which allowed you to pinch gently at his shoulders to manipulate the muscles a bit more. One of his hands came around to your thigh, his gloved hand squeezing gently. You smirked and decided to move your hands lower on his body, trailing down his front to his thick thighs that were vibrating thanks to the engine. The speed slowed only slightly. His grip on your thigh tightened. You had him right where you wanted him, poor thing. Unfortunately, for this ride, the two of you opted to listen to music instead of calling each other so that you could talk, which meant that you couldn't hear him whine, and he couldn't hear you tease him with, "That feel good, baby?" You were almost inclined to call him to remedy the situation, but you wanted him to focus on the road, not him trying to answer your call with Siri who could be so difficult to communicate with on fast rides.

You slowly ran your palms up and down this thighs until you felt the fabric of his pants tightening somewhat. A smirk grew on your face. He was so easy to get to, you loved teasing him about it, but... Fuck... Touching him while riding was something else because it barely took massaging his shoulders and touching his thighs to get him hard. Again, the speed of the bike slowed a bit. Your hands moved in towards his erection, running over it to get a reaction out of him-- Which you certainly did. His head fell forward somewhat, and you saw his chest move so fast you knew that he'd let out a desperate gasp. Slowly, you groped him. Again, he panted. Your thumb drifted back and forth, you gave another few squeezes, then you went back to running your entire palms over him again and again and again. You knew that the friction had to be doing something. It wasn't anything like touching him directly, you knew that, but he was reacting all the same with his grip tightening on the handle bars and your thigh, and his head was having trouble staying up.

Choso suddenly tapped your leg a dozen times at a quick pace. You let up. Your hands returned to his chest, and he let out a long, heavy sigh. He had been at the edge and wanted to warn you like a good boy. Surely you'd have to reward him for that later.

The end of the road came with a stop sign so that Choso had to decide whether he wanted to go left or right. As he came to a stop and his feet hit the ground, he lifted his visor to look back you over his shoulder, both of his hands immediately reaching back for your thighs that he clung desperately to. You could see beneath his helmet that he was a bright color of red. And then your phone started ringing. "Call from Choso Kamo. Call from Cho--" You told Siri to answer, and within an instant, you heard him panting in your ear, a slight whimper escaping him.

"Yes?" you teased innocently.

Through a broken moan, he pleaded with you, "P-Please... Please..."

"Please what, baby?"

He grabbed your thighs roughly. "Please may I cum?"

You laughed and groped his chest, teasing his nipples through all the layers he put on for safety. Again, he whined.

"You wanna cum in your pants, baby? Out here? Where anyone could see you?"

Choso looked both left and right then behind. There was no one around. There wouldn't be anyone. You two were about thirty minutes away from any main road, the only people that ventured out there were speeders like him and truck drivers. Since you hadn't seen anyone else yet, it was safe to assume that you'd be alone for the ride back to the main road-- And if Choso was eager enough to get home soon, he could make the forty minute drive become thirty or just under that.

"Please," he begged.

You nodded vaguely, your hands returning to his hard-on that must have been so miserable trapped under those tight pants. "You can cum, baby, just be careful, okay?"

He nodded with you, revving the engine to gain some momentum before turning around on the road to head home. You were honestly glad that the stop sign came when it did because you were happy to finally hear Choso moaning in your ear as you played with him as fast as you could to get him to the edge. He was careful-- Both of you were. It wasn't like this was the first time you'd done something like this, and it wasn't like you were willing to put yourselves or anyone else in danger. If Choso was worried about handling the bike, you would have stopped; and if there was anyone around, both of you would have put an end to it-- Yes, because people didn't need to see something like that while out on the road, but also because it could have been dangerous. The two of you weren't idiots. But the stars aligned to give you the perfect set of circumstances so that you could get away with it that afternoon: The weather was good, there was no one around, Choso had enough energy to still focus on the road while you got him closer, closer, closer--

"I'm gonna cum..."

You kept up your momentum. "Cum for me."

And with the most blissful moan you'd ever heard, Choso's thighs shook against the motorcycle, his back pressed up against your chest some more, his head lowered slightly, the bike glided without any input from the engine, and Choso came.

"Such a good boy for me," you cooed into his ears.

He whimpered. "Thank you... Fuck, thank you... Thank you..."

Slowly, your hands retreated so that you could inspect the damage: They were only slightly wet, but it'd be fine. Choso on the other hand, he laughed and told you that he'd completely ruined his pants. You laughed back and told him that it was what he wanted, to which he went silent and you could tell that he was blushing again.

#op #fanfic #choso #jjk #choso kamo #choso fanfic #choso smut #choso kamo fanfic #choso kamo smut #jjk fanfic #jjk smut

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slayfics · 3 months

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Explosive Tendencies a slow burn fan fiction about the readers developing relationship with Katsuki Bakugo.

Chapter seventeen: Katsuki ghosts you.

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It had been a few days since the provisional licensing exam, and Katsuki still hadn't spoken a word to you. You knew he was undoubtedly upset about not passing the exam, but you hadn't expected him to suddenly pretend you didn't exist.

In lectures, he left as soon as class was dismissed. In class training exercises, he never looked your way, and when it was time to go back to the dorms, he went straight up to his room.

You gave in and texted him. However, figuring out what to say was no easy task. It was hard to think of something that he wouldn't blow up at. You couldn't ask him if he was okay. Obviously, he wasn't. You couldn't ask him if he wanted to talk about it. Obviously, he didn't. So, what could you say? Finally, you decide on a response.

Hey, let me know if you need anything.

Seen.

Your message had been left on seen for another day, and classes the next day were the same. He never acknowledged your existence once. It pained you to know how upset he was but refused to talk about it with anyone. Why did he have to be so damn stubborn?

Suddenly, a thought occurred to you: He was blaming you as the reason for failing the provisional licenses exam.

You felt your heart race as you realized- he had stopped to help you pass the first part of the exam. Was it possible they deducted points for that?

The room seemed to dull around you as you got lost in thought. Your classmates chatting in the dorm common room suddenly vanished. Your hands shook as you reached for your phone and messaged him again.

Bakugo please talk to me.

Seen.

You stared at the message but never received a response back. Just like the last three days Bakugo was in his room and spent no time down in the common room.

"Hey- are you alright?" You heard someone ask.

You looked up to see Mina standing next to you with a concerned expression on her face.

"I'm fine," You lied.

"Mmm- that wasn't believable at all, but I won't pester you. Why don't you come with me though? A couple of us are going to hang out in Jiro's room while she shows us some of her instruments," Mina suggested.

"No, I-," You began to turn her down, but she interrupted.

"I'm not going to take no for an answer. I won't push you to say why you're upset but- I can't just leave a fellow classmate to sulk alone. Come on, some girl time will cheer you up," She insisted.

You reluctantly followed Mina to Kyoka's room, where Tsuyu and Ochaco already were. Kyoka was showing them her bass guitar and basic chords to play it.

"Hey guys!" Ochaco greeted you both as you made your way to sit down on the floor.

"What did we miss?" Mina asked, sitting next to you.

"Not much just some basics," Kyoka explained. You tried to seem interested, but your mind kept drifting off as she explained some more instruments and played some songs. Kyoka was talented, and you found yourself wishing you could be more present to be engaged.

"Soooooo- feeling any better?" Mina asked you.

"Hu?" You jumped in response as her question dragged you back out of your thoughts.

"I told you I was fine," You replied.

Mina rolled her eyes, "Yeah right! You're a terrible liar. Come on, that's what we're here for, you can talk to us you know?"

"Yeah, is everything ok? It's not good to hold stuff in." Tsuyu said, looking concerned.

"If there's any way we can help please let us know," Ochaco said.

All the attention caused you to start to panic. You hid your face in your knees trying not to become overwhelmed as tears started to form in your eyes.

"Hey, it's ok. Talk to us," Mina said, placing her hand on your back to comfort you.

"It's Bakugo-," You mumbled into your knees.

"BAKUGO?!" The girls said in unison shocked. That was the last thing they were expecting to hear.

You picked your head up to see their confused expressions.

"He hasn't talked to me in days-," you said beginning to sob. "Ever since the licensing test- I think- I think he is blaming me for failing." You explained.

"WHAT?! That's ridiculous! He failed because he's a hothead with no manners!" Mina yelled.

"No," You shook your head back and forth. "He helped me during the exam, and I think it's my fault. But he won't even look at me, and he won't respond to any of my messages," you said, wiping some of the tears from your eyes.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Ochaco said, trying to soothe you.

"Bakguo sucks, don't be so concerned about him," Tsuyu said flatly.

You sighed as your tears began to subside, "I know you all don't think much of him- but he's really not so bad," you said, trying to defend him.

"I don't know what you and Kirishima see in him, but he's as trash as they come," Mina said "Especially, to be blaming you for something that was obviously his fault. He failed because they think he has more to learn to be a pro hero- not because of you. So- him taking it out on you is completely unfair and proves he sucks." Mina said, crossing her arms in a huff.

"Yeah, if he's going to react that way, it's better not to be around him," Tsuyu agreed.

"Don't be so hard on yourself, ok? It's not your fault he failed. His actions were his decisions," Ochaco spoke.

"Yeah, definitely," Kyoka agreed.

"Thanks-..., I think I needed to hear that," you said, beginning to feel your mood lift a bit.

"Of course, you can always talk to us. You don't have to be so mysterious all the time," Mina said, teasing you.

You enjoyed the rest of the night with the girls and even found yourself laughing with them. It felt good to get all of that off your chest.

Mina walked with you to the elevator at the end of the night to go back to your respective rooms.

"Hey- I didn't want to say this in front of the other girls because I know how squeamish you are," Mina laughed. "But- it was totally Bakugo you were crushing on, wasn't it?! I mean, it has to be given how upset you are he hasn't been talking to you," Mina concluded.

You sighed and decided there wasn't any reason to hide it from Mina anymore. "Yeah... I guess I do- or did- I don't know..."

"It's ok, your secret is safe with me. He is a total asshole for treating you that way though. Forget about him until he apologizes or fixes his attitude which- uh will probably never happen," Mina laughed.

"Yeah yeah," you said, rolling your eyes as you unlocked your dorm. "Good night, Ashido."

"Good night!" She called back as she went into her own room.

Just as you fell into a deep sleep, you heard a loud knock on your door.

You opened the door to see Mina standing with her phone in her hand.

"KIRISHIMA JUST TEXTED ME THAT BAKUGO GOT IN TROUBLE FOR FIGHTING WITH MIDORIYA!" She yelled.

Tags: @anon-mouse223 @unofficialmuilover @maddietries @sikuthealien @queenpiranhadon @melrs21 @poemzcheng @kazuumii @bakunianadecorazon @ur-crusty-uncle @reads-stuff-quietly @chixkadee @perfectsukii @faetoraa @fem-weeb @nagicats @lees-chaotic-brain

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semisolidmind · 10 months

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The monkey husbands surrounded by dead bodys: man this protecting the monk stuff is easy! Why are you guys having such a hard time

Reader: I don't believe they are trying to kill people

Monk: because killing is wrong!

The husbands: KiLlinG is WrONg

Reader: why can't you both behave for once

Is this right?

(i actually had a lil peice of dialogue in my notes that's similar to this)

"This journey is about delivering the sacred texts, and becoming respectable monks!"

"Ahah, yeah, like that's gonna happen. Also, I may not be an expert, baldy, buuuut I'm pretty sure Buddhist monks can't get married. And peaches over here has already snatched us up, soooooo..." says Wukong, rolling his eyes.

"Hah!" Macaque laughs. "Oh, whatever shall we do, brother? The human girl has sullied us, caused us to stray from the path! Now we'll NEVER get to starve ourselves and beg for the rest of our lives!" Mac falls to the ground, an arm thrown dramatically over his eyes.

Wukong laughs as Macaque "languishes" on the ground. Reader is unamused.

"Please ignore them."

Turning from his dramatic brother with a chuckle, Wukong gives the monk an unimpressed look.

"Anyways, baldy," the monkey king says as he drapes himself over readers shoulders, "You may as well stop preaching. I, for one, don't wanna hear anymore about...whatever nonsense you were spouting earlier. It's getting on my nerves."

Macaque materializes next to Reader, opposite to Wukong. "I've resorted to listening in on the court cases in hell just to tune you out. They're surprisingly interesting in comparison."

"Be polite, please." Reader huffs.

#bad end wukong #twice as bad au

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adventuringblind · 7 months

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Hello darling🤍 I have a request about Lando x fem!reader, were she is a lawyer for another f1 team (maybe ferrrari), so they had to hide their relationship from the media. So during a race Lando got a P3 and Charles P1, he gets so jealous when see her cheering on Charles’s victory.

But when they come back to the hotel, he was a bit cold towards her, and decide to explain why; sooo she show him how much she is proud of him. *smirk😏*

Sooo I hope you like my ideaaa, I love jealous Lando🥹🥹

Btw, thanks for all your works🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

The Law of Lando

Genre: angst?, smut, fluff

Summary: Lando is a jealous boy and reader tells him there is no reason to be.

Warnings: jealous Lando, Sexual innuendo

Notes: soooooo not sure if this was the exact idea but I tried and I hope you like it T_T

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Being a lawyer for Ferrari is no easy feat. It's even harder when you have to hide a relationship with someone from another team.

Her and Lando fit this perfectly. To perfectly, actually, since it's their exact situation. It's not ideal, but they make it work.

This particular race they are at brings her the most stressful two hours of her life. Her friend, a driver for her team, ends in first. Her lover ends the race in third.

Unfortunately, team obligations come first. She sends Lando a text with her love and congratulations. She tells him she will see him back at the hotel later for post reace celebrations.

It feels like hours until she's dragging her tired bones back to Lando's room. Giving to regard to anyone who might be looking. She was covered up, sure, but she wasn't necessarily being as discreet as normal.

The welcome she gets from Lando is cold and distant. Which is odd, considering he made podium today. She greets him with a big smile and a warm hug. Lando simply shrugs her off and goes back to whatever he was doing before she got there.

She takes off her shoes and jacket. Her Ferrari polo is 1still on her body. Something about it has Lando glaring at her.

"Please tell me what's going on. You're scaring me a little." She says, though the last part is more of a mumble.

Lando sighs and finally looks at her completely. "Maybe - I might be a little jealous."

She searches her brain for what could've made him jealous. Only to find confusion and frustration at not remember what she might have done to cause this.

This time, Lando drags her to bed with him. "I saw you celebrating Charles, and I wanted it to be me."

She nods in understanding. The pieces are falling into place now. "Mm sorry Lan, didn't mean to make you upset."

"No, it's not your fault. I know you have to do team things first. It's just hard not to be jealous when my beautiful girlfriend is celebrating another."

She taps her chin in consideration. "Maybe I can celebrate you now?" She smirks.

"What do you have in mind?" Lando plasters a cheey smile on his face. He definitely knows what she has in mind.

It may not be a winners celebration yet. But when he gets there, you better believe he will be making the whole world jealous with his girl."

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The Punishment

Note: this wasn't planned at all... but here it is. You can thank @foxyanon and @whitedarkmoonflower for this.

Warnings: 18+!! smut. doms/sub. spanking/punishments/light degrading. PWP for real.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f) x Modern!Masema

summary: your plan to tease your doms backfired

wordcount: 2.7k

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You woke up comfortably, your head resting on Masema's chest while Sihtric was snuggled up against you from behind, his arm circled around your waist.

You loved your doms more than anything in this world, but their recent punishment was brutal, even for them. You bratted a little too hard lately by ignoring their rules and constantly challenging their authority, so Sihtric and Masema agreed to deprive you of pleasure until you had learned your lesson. And when exactly you had learned your lesson was entirely up to them to decide. It had been a week now, and the punishment also meant you were not allowed to touch yourself. You had been a good girl all this time, but today when you woke up, all cuddled up safely between your doms, you knew you were going to get back at them.

Masema was the first to leave the bed and go to work, and he gave you a soft kiss on your cheek before departing.

'I love you, sweetheart,' Masema whispered, 'be good today.'

'Mhm,' you murmured sleepily, 'I will be good, Sir.'

Masema chuckled and pinched your cheek lightly, then slapped Sihtric's ass, as he was still in bed with you and he grunted disapprovingly at the rude awakening. You giggled softly and Sihtric pulled you against his chest in response, burying his face in your neck and peppering your sensitive skin with soft and sweet open mouthed kisses. He knew he was riling you up, making you all wet for him while knowing very well you weren't allowed to have any form of pleasure, it was just endless teasing until he and Masema decided it was enough.

And with that thought Sihtric eventually left the bed too, getting dressed to go to his daytime job, and he snuck back into the bedroom to press a soft kiss to your forehead.

'I love you, princess,' he whispered and gently raked his fingers through your hair, 'be a good girl today for us.'

'I will, daddy,' you smiled and buried yourself underneath the covers when Sihtric left.

You listened carefully, waiting until you heard the front door of your shared home slam shut and the sound of Sihtric's car engine getting started. And once you were completely sure you were alone in the house, you grabbed your phone. Still wet from the way Sihtric had kissed you, you began to touch yourself, sliding your own fingers in and out of you, and you recorded a voice clip of your soft gasps and cries, moaning both your doms their names as you came. The feeling of finally climaxing after a week of no pleasure was exhilarating, and after you stopped recording yourself you dozed off again.

You woke up hours later and went about your day. Your doms took care of you, like the princess that you were, so you didn't have to work. You only kept the house clean and cooked for them every day, it was the perfect relationship. You knew your doms had their lunch breaks at work soon, and so you decided to send the audio you had made in the chat between the three of you. You sat back with a bratty grin and waited for them to hear it and reply. And it didn't take long before you saw both men start to type, then the texts rolled in…

Masema: ???????????

Sihtric: princess????

Masema: is this what I think it is….

Masema: you think this is funny, sweetheart?

Sihtric: this is not being a good girl, is it?

You: but I am a good girl!!! I thought of you and Sir when I came :(

Masema: that is not what we meant by being good!

Sihtric: you know you will get punished for this…

You: nooo please daddy I'm soooooo scared :(

Suddenly both men stopped typing, and you knew they were texting each other privately now after you mocked Sihtric, discussing what to do with you. A long minute passed and your heart skipped several beats when a reply came in.

Masema: another week is added to your punishment, lady!

You: no!!!!!

You pouted at the way your plan had backfired. Another week of no pleasure? You weren't going to survive this. You cursed yourself for being so stupid and apologised several times to your doms in the chat, but they weren't having any of it. You had screwed up and had to deal with the consequences of your own bratty actions now, because you didn't listen to your doms.

You were completely in your own world, listening to music while you were laying on the livingroom floor, colouring in your colour book after you had cleaned the house. You were dressed in a short, pink lace babydoll and thigh high socks, just minding your own business and not being aware that both your doms had come home from work earlier and snuck in the house. They watched you with a smirk on their faces, Sihtric leaning against the doorpost with his shoulder, his arms crossed, and Masema leaning with his arm against the other side of the doorpost, and he startled you when he cleared his throat. You gasped and turned around, eyes wide at the sight of your doms in front of you, smirking with their brow furrowed.

'Well, well,' Masema chuckled darkly, 'isn't that our good little girl right there?'

He directed his eyes to Sihtric, who smiled just as slyly.

'Define good,' Sihtric shrugged, 'because I received the strangest voice memo today.'

'Oh, you got that too?' Masema mocked as he looked at you, 'I also heard it. What did you think?'

'It sounded an awful lot like your princess,' Sihtric shook his head, 'but that can't be, can it?'

'No, it can't be,' Masema agreed, 'our sweetheart would never disobey us like that, would she?'

Both men looked at you, awaiting your answer, but you couldn't speak. Your mouth had gone dry and your cheeks reddened at the sight of their mischievous faces. You knew you were in trouble.

'No, she wouldn't do such a thing,' Sihtric chuckled, 'but… if she would,' he began to unbuckle his belt and swiftly pulled it out the loops of his jeans, 'she would be punished for it, right?' he held his belt out to Masema while he kept his eyes on you.

'Right,' Masema said and took the belt, then closed in on you until he towered over you. 'Up,' he said sternly, and you listened.

You got up on your feet and watched the black leather belt in Masema's hands with big eyes. Sihtric came up behind Masema and took your hand, guiding you with him to the couch where he sat down. Sihtric smiled sweetly as he looked up at you with your flushed face, and you looked back over your shoulder at Masema, who held the belt doubled over in one hand, and his mismatched eyes were intense as he looked at you.

'You know what to do, don't you?' he said.

You swallowed hard and looked back at Sihtric, who still had that sweet and reassuring smile on his face as he held your hand.

'Oh, no,' Masema scoffed and stepped closer, taking your chin and directing your face to his, 'don't go looking at daddy now. You know exactly what you did wrong, and those big pleading eyes won't help you get out of this. You wanted to be a little slut earlier today, now you have to take the punishment for that. Over his knee,' he commanded and let go of your face, 'now.'

Sihtric pulled you down towards him, bent over his lap, and he pushed the pink lace fabric up and pulled your matching lace panties down, exposing your bare buttocks. Sihtric placed one hand on your back, keeping you in place, while he slowly massaged your asscheeks with his other. You melted at the warmth and loving feeling of his touch, a touch you had been deprived of for seven days now, and you already felt yourself dumb down for him.

'How many does our slut deserve?' Masema asked Sihtric with a sly smile.

Sihtric hummed as he thought about the question, making you wait even longer to hear their verdict while he continued to slowly touch your ass.

'Seven,' he then said.

Sihtric's voice was soft and playful, whereas Masema's voice was firm and serious.

'Seven?' Masema asked and stepped closer to you.

'She was a good girl for seven days,' Sihtric explained.

You were relieved to hear your soft dom decided you would only be spanked seven times. Seven times was okay with a belt. You knew it would definitely leave a mark, one you didn't mind and knew you deserved, but you thought you'd be in way more trouble than just seven spankings.

'However,' Sihtric suddenly said, and you froze, 'maybe we should double it?'

'I think we should double it,' Masema agreed, 'don't forget to count for us, sweetheart,' he chuckled.

And as soon as Sihtric moved his hand away from your ass, you felt the first sharp sting of the leather belt touching your skin.

'Ah!' you gasped and your eyes teared up at the impact, 'o-one.'

'T-two… three,' you breathed, counting each slap of the belt you felt.

You smiled, even though it hurt, it was an oddly pleasurable feeling. And what you loved even more was the way Sihtric rubbed your slapped cheek after each strike you received, only to pull his hand away again for the next blow. It went well, but after eight spankings you suddenly lost count and said seven again.

'Already lost count?' Masema said disapprovingly.

'You know what that means, princess,' Sihtric cooed, 'don't you?'

'Mhm,' you hummed as tears ran down your face.

'Use your words!' Masema snarled from behind you.

'W-we start o-over,' you stammered.

'Good girl,' Masema said, 'so you do know the rules, hm?' he said and crouched down in front of you, taking your chin again, 'then why did you break them?'

You felt a pool of heat in your lower abdomen at his hard-dom behaviour, and you couldn't help but smile at him.

'I just wanted to have fun, Sir,' you mumbled.

'Have fun?' Masema chuckled, 'you just wanted to have fun, hm?' he suddenly slapped your cheek, then grabbed your face again, 'and did our little slut have fun?'

'Y-yes, Sir,' you murmured.

Masema slapped you again, only to grab your chin once more. 'Good,' he smiled, 'because now it's our time to have fun. So we start over.'

'Yes, Sir.'

'Good girl,' Sihtric encouraged you softly and wiped your tears, 'count for us, little girl, I know you can do it.'

Masema began to spank you with the belt again, bruising your ass with each hit of the leather while you kept counting. Masema watched your body language carefully, while Sihtric checked in with you, speaking softly after each spank. Each strike gave you a sharp and burning sensation, which shot through your entire body, making your pussy soaked by the time Masema was finally done. You barely had time to recover from the spanking as Masema pulled you up your feet again and towards the bedroom, where he threw you on the bed. You watched him undress, Sihtric getting rid of his own clothes right next to him, and they towered over you as you were down on the bed. You stared up at your doms, Sihtric was lean and strong, his body scarred which made him look dangerous, while Masema was slightly more muscular, his body free of scars, and you were desperate for both of them to use you as they pleased, which they would.

'On your knees,' Masema ordered.

'Yes, Sir,' you said and dropped down to your knees, on the floor, and looked up to Masema.

'How pretty is our slut like this?' he chuckled as he took your chin.

'The prettiest,' Sihtric smiled and positioned himself behind you.

Sihtric grabbed your hips and lifted you up to your knees, teasing your entrance with his hard, dripping cock, 'The prettiest and the wettest slut,' he laughed darkly, 'only for us to use.'

You moaned and nearly trembled at his teasing, and you gasped when he pushed his entire length inside, holding your hips firmly as he stilled inside you.

'Fuck,' Sihtric grunted in your ear, moving one hand up to your throat and lightly squeezing it.

'Tight?' Masema grinned and teased your lips with his cock, coating them with his precum.

'So fucking tight,' Sihtric laughed, 'fuck. We should deprive her of pleasure more often, the way she's clenching around my cock right now,' he hummed and groaned, then softly bit your ear as he chuckled darkly again, 'you were so fucking desperate for daddy's cock, weren't you?'

'Yes, daddy,' you smiled, your thighs trembling and your breath hitched when he squeezed your throat a little more.

Sihtric groaned again and began to slam into you while he held your body up against his. Your eyes nearly fell shut at the pleasant feeling, but Masema took your chin and brought you back into the moment, slapping his cock teasingly against your slightly parted lips.

'Now suck,' Masema said, 'and don't you dare to look away from my eyes.'

His fingers tangled in your messy hair as he fucked your mouth, looking down into your teary eyes while Sihtric continued to fuck you from behind. Masema bit down on his lip, pushing your head towards him further, making you gag on his length as you were kept in place by both men while they used you. And each time you gagged, Masema slapped your face, only to pull out and slap your face again for gagging.

'Please,' you gasped out of breath, while Sihtric kept fucking into you with no remorse.

'Please?' Masema asked, then pushed his cock back into your mouth, making you gag again before he pulled out and slapped your cheek again.

'Please, Sir,' you breathed, your spit and his precum dripping down your chin.

'Please Sir is not a safeword,' Masema reminded you and slapped your face again, then waited a few seconds before he rammed his length back inside your mouth again and continued to use you as his fucktoy until he came on your tongue.

'Swallow,' he commanded, 'be a good slut and don't waste a single fucking drop or I'll fill your mouth up again, and this time I won't let you catch your breath.'

You swallowed his load as tears ran down your face, mixing with the juices on your chin and dripping down onto your body and running down your knees. You watched Masema grab a towel and he sat back on the bed. Then you felt Sihtric's hand move from your throat to the back of your neck. He pushed you down on your hands and knees, fucking you until your knees were bruised and until he came inside you with a heavy grunt, his tattooed fingers digging into your hips. Masema watched with a satisfied smirk on his face how you collapsed on the floor after Sihtric had pulled out. Sihtric was quick to pick you up in his arms and Masema came over with the towel and some cooling lotion. You were laid down on the bed, pulled into Sihtric's arms and he pecked your reddened cheeks.

'Are you okay, princess?' he asked softly, and Masema carefully cleaned up your face and checked for bruises.

'Yes, daddy,' you smiled, exhausted and satisfied.

'Good girl,' Sihtric smiled and kissed your forehead, then motioned to Masema to apply the cooling lotion to your heavily bruised buttocks.

Your doms took turns taking a quick shower, making sure you were safely wrapped in either of their arms when the other was away, and they agreed you should rest and shower after your nap, as you were already dozing off. Masema pulled you in his arms after he joined you in bed, and Sihtric cuddled up from behind, wrapping his arm around you and peppering your neck with soft kisses.

'You did so good for us,' Sihtric whispered, to which you only hummed.

'So good,' Masema murmured and kissed your forehead, 'I love you, sweetheart.'

'I love you too, Sir,' you mumbled sweetly.

'And I love you, princess,' Sihtric smiled and nuzzled your neck.

'I love you too, daddy,' you giggled softly, and then dozed off while you were snug and safely cuddled up between your two doms, who loved you more than anything in this world.

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