#bed or at least use a wet wash cloth so my bed is damp and cool but........hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

[twst-drabbles]

Lilia 12

Summary: You're taking a bath and Lilia decided to come in.

(Just cute Sanctuary Lilia things. Being a little shit. You know the drill with him.)

Today was simply a day filled to the brim with chores. You cleaned out the various baths, removed the fallen tree branches from your backyard after a storm hit, entertained Crowley when he popped over for a unprompted visit, and dragged Crowley back to his house when he passed out in your chair watching the latest soap opera that he somehow remembers all the details of.

And now you're here, taking a bath rather than a shower, because you wanted nothing more than some almost too-hot water to seep right into your joints and muscles. You're not as young as you used to be, but you curse your body nonetheless. Time was a cruel thing that your body was too weak to stand against.

But, this was your only body, so you had no choice but to take care of it, regardless of your feelings towards it. So, all you have to do is just sit back and relax.

However, you're having a hard time doing that, on the account Lilia was standing on the edge of the tub.

"What are you doing here?" You didn't turn around. You liked looking at the sparkly stickers placed on your ceiling.

Lilia tilted his head, not a peep out of him. Even made his eyes glittery and wide, as though his cuteness will be enough for you to give him attention.

It almost worked, unfortunately you're too bothered by the dull pain of strained muscles. You're not annoyed or irritated but a few wrong moves from Lilia could easily get you there.

"Don't do that Lilia, I'm not in the mood." Only then did you close your eyes.

Next thing you knew, you felt a gust of cooler air, the sharp smell of magic, then hot water flowing over your hands.

You opened your eyes to mischievous red ones staring right at you.

No wings, no ears, and neck fluff missing. His arms, entirely human, wrapped around your neck but he didn't get any closer than that.

You frowned. "Lilia, your clothes are getting wet."

You can feel his tights pressing against your thighs, the ruffles of his shorts flowing around in the water, and his large black coat grew heavy and damp with the steam in the air.

"My, my," Lilia leaned dramatically back, hand over his heart, "I come in in all my cutely decorated self, and all you can focus on is the state of my clothes. Are you truly so tired that even your eyes won't let you enjoy my smaller self? I even carefully combed my fluff and everything."

…huh.

You blinked. "Your fluff is nice but I like to take baths alone. You know this. I know this. Why are you actually here?"

You know Lilia to cause a bit of chaos for the sake of entertaining himself, but rarely is he oblivious to your state of being. He should know, or at least figured out that you just want to have a little peace to yourself.

When you made your intentions known, Lilia dropped the dramatics and simply sighed. He removed his arm from your neck and laid his head on the tub. He popped a random bubble as it passed by.

"You've overworked yourself today," he flicked some water onto your shoulder, "I know the feeling of aging bones and muscles. And the need to deny yourself rest because you have to make up for what you've lost or wasted. I just wanted to make sure you didn't collapse while getting out of the tub. It's happened to me, once or twice."

Just to play along, you flicked water back. It landed on his nose, causing him to snort.

"I'm not about to turn to dust, Lilia," you're certainly not as old as he is, "Though, your concern is lovely. But you should still get out of my tub. You're making all the water splash over."

Lilia smiled in the way cats do, eyes thinning. "Only if you let me help you wash up. If not, then I'll just stay right here."

Haa… You know what, alright. You're tired and you just want to get this over with and go to bed.

"Fine, fine. Nothing below the waist though."

"Of course! Let me get my new soaps I found."

Found, huh?

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst-drabbles #twst-drabbles exclusive #drabble #diasomnia #lilia #lilia vanrouge #sanctuary au #reader insert

[roseofdarknessblog]

Just rest (Levi Ackerman x Reader)

Word count: 1 290

Disclaimer: english is not my first language, I apologize in advance for any mistakes

Summary: There are days when even Humanity’s strongest soldier wants nothing more than to cuddle up to his loved one and have a few hours of peaceful rest.  

Just rest

It was a cold and rainy day and you just completed your training for today – your own and training with the newest members of the Scouts as well. All your clothes were soaking wet, so you wanted nothing more than a scorching hot shower and changing into something warmer and most importantly dry.

When you got to your room, it was empty just like you expected. You went over to the door next to a tall bookcase, carefully opening it. However, Levi’s office was deserted as well. There was no sign of him, no stocks of papers on his table, not even a teacup he always had close by with one of his favorite teas.

This way, you decided to head into the shower alone, really taking your time in there. The water, which felt so good all around your aching body, was so hot, the entire bathroom filled up with steam in a couple of minutes. This was exactly how you liked your showers. Long and the hotter the better.

The feeling of finally taking off your gear and releasing your uniform straps was one of the best feelings in the entire world. Even though you were used to wearing them for many years now on a daily basis, sometimes they still hurt your skin and felt uncomfortable, leaving you with sore muscles, abrasions, or bruises. Sometimes, when you complained about them in Levi’s presence, he offered relief in a form of a nice and calming massage, which was probably the only good thing about that whole situation.

When you finally turned the water off and stepped out of the shower, you heard footsteps on the other side of the door. Reaching for one of the freshly washed towels, you hurried to dry yourself off and put on your clothes.

„I was looking for you earlier,“ you said immediately after opening the door. As you stepped into the bedroom, you were still trying to dry your hair at least a little with a smaller towel. „Where have you been?“ To your surprise, you found Levi laying down with his eyes closed. It was such a peculiar sight, that you started to worry if everything was okay.

„I had a meeting with Erwin. He needed to go over some boring nonsense like always,“ Levi said, still not looking at you. That’s when you noticed his furrowed brows and overall troubled expression.

„Are you okay?“ you asked worriedly, quickly walking back into the bathroom and leaving the damp towel on the edge of the sink. You grabbed a hair tie from the nightstand and put your hair up in a bun to deal with it later. „Did something happen? I usually struggle to get you to bed even at night, not to say during the day.“ Just as you finished your sentence, a loud thunder was heard from outside.

Levi cracked one eye open and reached for your hand when you lowered yourself onto the edge of the bed. „I have the worst headache ever,“ he answered your previous question in a quiet voice, wrapping his finger around your wrist carefully. All he needed, was one good pull to make you lay down next to him. „All I want to do is sleep.“

With a content smile, you made yourself comfortable next to him. It didn’t take long for Levi to roll onto his side and right into your arms. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, gently kissing your collarbone.

He probably realized that you were wearing one of his shirts, but didn’t say a word about it. There was no way of talking you out of doing it. Wearing some pieces of his clothing became something you did pretty often. It was nice to feel his presence even when he wasn’t exactly next to you.

„Do you want me to ask Hange for some meds? Bet they have something that would help you ease the pain,“ you asked him, letting your fingers run through his silky dark hair.

„No, stay here,“ he mumbles against your neck, taking a deep breath. „You smell so good. Did you use that new soap?“

„Yeah, rosemary and lemon.“

„It’s really nice.“ You nodded, escaping from Levi’s embrace for a short second. All you wanted, was to grab the blanket which was always folded at the end of the bed.

„There’s still time before dinner, you can take a nap. Maybe you’ll feel better when you wake up.“

Levi said something too quietly for you to hear, while he made himself comfortable in your arms once more. You threw the blanket over the both of you, not giving the cold air in the room the slightest chance to bother you. Behind the windows, a nasty storm was starting to form. The wind was picking up and it was raining harder with every passing second.

With a satisfied smile on your lips, you wrapped your arms around Levi even tighter and kissed the top of his head while burring your nose into his hair. At that moment, you felt like the luckiest person in the entire world. Humanity's strongest soldier was curled up in your arms because you were his one and only. The one special person in his life, who had the privilege to see him like this. In the presence of who he was content enough to let his guard down completely.

„How was your day?“ he asked in a sleepy voice, his breathing already evening out while you were playing with his hair, gently running the tips of your fingers over his scalp. Your other hand slowly rubbed his back. Soon you felt his body relax against yours.

„It was fine, nothing out of the ordinary.“

„I saw you... after breakfast.“

„Yeah? What was I doing?“ You asked, trying not to laugh about him trying to fight sleep just to talk to you a bit longer.

„You know... with the new... cadets...“

„Oh, yeah. They all got much better since last week. I just hope all of them make it back from their first expedition.“ These kinds of thoughts were always on your mind, as you were one of the people responsible for the newest members of the Scouts. You loved this part of your job, but losing people never got easier. Not when you saw many promising soldiers in the new coming kids, whose death you had to witness just a few weeks later. „Some of them are really good with the ODM gear, they will do just fine outside the Walls. The rest still needs some improvement before they can join us on an expedition.“

Levi fell asleep even before you finished what you were saying. You could feel his grip around your body loosen a bit, which was always a good sign. It meant that he knew both of you were safe and he could finally truly relax and get the rest he so desperately needed almost all the time.

„I love you so much,“ you whispered into his ear, lovingly kissing his temple and closing your eyes as well. „Sleep well, my love.“

Seeing Levi sleep never got old or boring for you. Not when he looked so peaceful and vulnerable, yet so beautiful at the same time. Moments like these made you realize just how much you truly loved him and how you would do absolutely everything to keep him safe and alive.

It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep as well. When the storm outside got worse and the rain was drumming heavily against the windows, getting some rest under the warm covers and with the love of your life in your arms, was the best possible thing to do.

#levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you #aot x reader #aot x you #attack on titan #snk #shingeki no kyojin

[sakinotfound]

19:54 | suguru getou

cw: no use of pronouns, gender not specified, ooc!suguru, established relationship, pure fluff, hurt/comfort, college au but i never specify anything— it was in my head though

𖤣𖤥𖠿𖤣𖤥

all the lights are off and it's pitch black when suguru enters your apartment. you had given him the spare keys to come home if he ever wanted to.

switching on the dim lights of your living room, suguru gently locks the entrance door. he figured you were asleep considering you were nowhere to be seen. he knew you were at home as soon as his eyes land on your phone kept on the coffee table right in front of his eyes.

he had just come back from the gym downstairs, a towel around his neck and fresh clothes sticking a bit to his still slightly wet skin from the shower. suguru's hair was damp as they hung down his shoulders, just above his lower back.

he went inside the kitchen to fill his water bottle and after that made a beeline towards your room. he was so tired and all he wanted was to join you in your nap time and snuggle close to you. he hadn't gotten a chance to talk to you the whole day and he missed you.

it's not as if you two had to talk every single day. it's just he prefers to hear your voice or at least see you once in the entire day; if it's possible. it's enough to make him happy.

you weren't any different though. when suguru would be gone for competitions outside the city, you would sometimes ask him to send a selfie or video call him even if for only 5 minutes. and suguru would happily oblige.

so imagine his shock when instead of seeing your peaceful sleeping beauty face, he hears whimpers and hiccups as your whole frame quivers. you were crying.

suguru quietly goes up to you and sits down beside your laid form. the bed dips with his weight and the scent of his body wash wafts up to your olfactory receptors. it instantly makes you feel at home and even if only a little bit, it does make you feel better.

"love, do you want to talk about it?" suguru's voice is low and soft. it sounds concerned but he doesn't push. he places his hand on your head, the weight of which makes you feel safe.

"not right now." you manage to speak out. but he doesn't miss the crack in your nasally voice. his heart clenches with pain. he could never handle seeing you in pain, it physically hurt him. and even though he would go to any lengths to assist you in anything you wanted, he knew there were things in which he could do nothing. and that he would just have to sit those out and let the universe do its thing.

but that doesn't mean he was helpless. through thick and thin, suguru has always been the constant in your life. your pillar of support. your biggest motivator. one of his goals in life is to always support and help you through your dreams, aspirations and desires. be it big or small.

"it's okay, sweetheart. you don't have to. just know that i am right here, always by your side."

upon hearing his words, you instantly turned to face him and he felt a pang in his chest seeing your watery eyes, tear stained cheeks and wobbly lips.

"suguru..." you started crying again and immediately he lays down next to you, pulling your head to his chest. you snuggle your face into him and the whole room fills with the sounds of your muffled cries.

he pets your head, dragging his hands from the top of your head to the base of your neck repeatedly.

suguru doesn't dare interrupt you. he lets you cry it all out. sometimes you just need to have a good cry and then you can go back to living as before. sometimes you just need a shoulder to cry on or an ear to vomit your thoughts and feelings on to. and suguru would always happily do that for you.

he loves you so much after all.

#geto suguru #suguru geto x reader #suguru x reader #geto x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #suguru fluff

[2nd2ndalto]

Fall Down With You

Chapter 8

(previous chapter)

“Remind me again who thought this would be a good idea?” Nico asks as he ducks back into the tent, their four-year-old daughter clinging to his shoulders. The two of them are drenched, having just returned from a post-midnight trip to the outhouse, Nora having refused to pee in the woods.

Will opens his mouth to speak, but Nico shakes his head. "Never mind. Forget I asked." He kneels to help Nora with her jacket and then sheds his own, hanging them on the makeshift washing line at the front of the tent. For all the good it will do. It's been raining ever since they set up camp two days ago. At this point Will's not sure if he'll ever be properly dry again.

"Why didn't you shadow-travel to the outhouse?" Will asks, keeping his voice low in an attempt not to wake the small blond boy curled against his chest.

"Nora?" Nico raises an eyebrow at their daughter. "Would you like to tell Dad why we didn’t shadow-travel to the outhouse?"

Nora shoots Nico a dark look and then turns to Will. "It's too squishy."

Nico rolls his eyes before peeling his shirt off - that's damp too - and hanging it next to his jacket. It's warm and humid in the tent anyway. There's not much point in extra clothes. He makes a half-hearted attempt to dry his hair on an already-damp towel and then flops down onto his sleeping bag, throwing an arm over his eyes.

Will fights a smile. He tries not to mention it too often, but it's always at least a little amusing to watch the son of Hades, summoner of skeletal armies and master of death, bested by a very small and adorable child. A child who sometimes reminds Will so much of her father that it makes his chest ache.

"Papa never cares when I complain that shadow-travel is too squishy. He makes me do it anyway," Will confides to the dark-haired little girl.

Nico makes an attempt to kick his husband across the tent, but can't quite reach. "As if I could ever make you do anything, you..." he grumbles. Then, glancing at Nora, he mutters something in Italian. Forgetting once again that Nora's learned more Italian from him in her four years than Will has in twenty.

Nora's eyes go wide. "Papa said a bad word." She points at Nico dramatically.

Will snorts. The toddler tucked against him stirs and he presses his lips together. "Okay, everyone back to bed," Will says softly, pulling the little boy close.

When they arrived at the campsite, the idea was for the kids to sleep together near the back of the tent, with Will and Nico beside each other, perpendicular to the children. That arrangement had lasted maybe an hour into their first night.

Nora, much drier than Nico, at least, drapes herself over Will, her head pillowed on his stomach.

Nico looks hurt. "Hey, I thought you were sleeping with me!" he protests.

"You're too naked," Nora mumbles sleepily.

Nico sighs. "Never used to be a problem before you came along," he mutters.

Will smiles, shifting a little closer so he can reach for his husband's hand. Nico shifts too, shuffling to pull his air mattress with him. Their fingers tangle together, the pad of Nico's thumb seeking out the pulse point on Will’s wrist. The rain drums steadily on the roof of the tent. The sound should be soothing and cozy. Well. It was. For the first few hours.

"Sorry for being grouchy. This was supposed to be fun," Nico murmurs after a moment. "I thought we were making like... family memories."

"We are," Will smiles. "Just wet ones."

Nico huffs out a laugh.

"Besides, I am having fun," Will tells him.

Nico snorts. "You're in a wet tent. In a rainstorm. Under a pile of sweaty, bug-bitten kids. And that one snores." Nico tilts his head towards the smaller of the two children.

“He’s attracting moths, too,” Will sighs. The rosy-cheeked little boy snuggled up next to him is glowing softly.

Nico smiles fondly at the child. “My little night light. Tucked in next to my big night light,” he says. “At least we know it means he’s having good dreams.”

Nico knows. He’s checked.

Will rolls his eyes. “Probably about biting his sister and eating rocks.”

Nico laughs.

“Anyway,” Will murmurs, squeezing Nico’s hand, “I don’t mind the rain, or the snoring, or the moths. I have them.” He nods towards the children. “And I have you.”

Nico rolls his eyes, but can't quite hold back a smile. "So cheesy."

Will beams. "You love it."

"Maybe," Nico grins.

Will gazes at his husband for a moment in the near-dark. It still overwhelms him sometimes, how much he loves this man, how much he keeps on loving him. It worried him a little when they decided to add kids into the mix, that there would be less love between the two of them. Love spread thinner to encompass everyone in their little family. He never expected his capacity for love to just keep on growing the way it has, growing to include adoring Nico as a father. As his lover. As his partner, in this wet tent and everywhere else.

"I love you," Will whispers, because he promised himself a long time ago that he'd never miss an opportunity to say it.

"I love you too," Nico says immediately.

"I actually checked the forecast while you were at the outhouse," Will murmurs. "It's supposed to clear up overnight. You interested in going for a damp hike tomorrow?"

Nico grins. "Are you asking me out on a date?"

Will shrugs, careful not to dislodge their children. "I might be. You're pretty cute."

Nico rolls his eyes.

"And for what it's worth..." Will lets his gaze travel slowly down his husband's body. "I don't think you're nearly naked enough."

Nico shakes his head, smiling. "You dare to say something like that to me while you've got a heap of our children sleeping on top of you."

Will fights a smile. "It needed to be said." He wiggles his eyebrows in the most suggestive manner he can manage whilst lying under a heap of miniature, dozing half-demigods.

Nico eyes him carefully before shifting a bit closer. He brings Will's hand to his mouth, brushing his lips across Will's knuckles before carefully unfolding his husband's fingers and pressing his lips to Will’s palm. Will sighs.

"Maybe your mom would like to take the kids next weekend?" Nico says.

"I think that's a possibility," Will agrees.

Nico lifts himself to his hands and knees and crawls over to the rest of his family, first pressing a gentle kiss to each of the children's heads, then to his husband's mouth, lingering there, long enough for Will’s lips to part under his, long enough to draw a sleepy, satisfied hum from his husband’s throat. Nico pulls away, dropping a kiss to the tip of Will’s nose.

“If you’re trying to convince me to shadow-travel to the outhouse with you… it might be working,” Will grins.

Nico looks like he’s considering the prospect for a moment. “Eh. That sounds pretty unsanitary,” he says ruefully.

“Yeah, probably,” Will laughs softly.

Nico brushes his husband’s hair off his forehead and Will closes his eyes at the touch.

“We should get back to sleep if we’re hiking tomorrow,” he says.

“Yeah,” Will agrees. “And these two will be up at the crack of dawn regardless,” he says, nodding towards the kids.

Nico presses a kiss to Will’s forehead before dropping back onto his sleeping bag. He reaches for Will’s hand again and they drift back to sleep in the gentle glow of their small son.

(next chapter)

#nico di angelo #will solace #solangelo #my writing #fluff #pjo #rated teen

[hayffiebird]

Taste of Strawberries, chap. 43 (part one)

Hayffie Post-Mockingjay Multi-chapter, Rated M

Four years have passed since the end of the war when Effie returns in to Haymitch’s life once again. An old friendship is renewed. Will it lead to something more?

Meanwhile Panem has entered a new era. The rebellion’s over, the borders are open but in the shadows, anger and mistrust are smoldering. Something that will affect Haymitch and Effie’s life in a way they never saw coming.

Author's note: Some pretty awful stuff going on in this chapter so: TRIGGER WARNING, just to be safe.

Chapter 43

Between a rock and a hard place (part one)

The party was over.

Haymitch carried the last of the sticky cake-smeared plates over the threshold. Kicked his shoes off with a heavy heart.

Outside, the wind rustled through the branches and balloons. Made them sway. Dance.

It was almost time to get the children ready for bed.

He could see them before his mind’s eye. Back in the living room. With their auntie June and auntie Annabel. The two ladies doing their best to keep up appearances. Pretend like everything was fine. Normal.

He entered the kitchen. Effie didn’t even look his way. Her hands were wrist-deep in water and suds and the pony tail bobbed with each violent stroke of the dish brush.

She’d hardly said two words to him all night. Not since the hipflask incident. Small wonder. If he was smart, he best keep his mouth shut too. Go upstairs. Get the twins’ jammies out. Live to see another day.

Instead, he set the dirty dishes on an empty spot near the sink. There was already a neat stack of dripping plates and mugs and cutlery waiting and he pulled the wash towel off its peg.

Drying one of the sippy cups in slow, precise motions he glanced her way. Each time hoping she’d look back. Or at least throw him a vicious comment. God knew he deserved it!

She didn’t. For several minutes they just stood there. Shoulder to shoulder. Just inches apart. Inches that might as well be miles.

“Eff”, he finally said, voice soft.

She ignored the olive branch, lips pressed to non-existence.

The cloth turned damp in Haymitch’s hands. White fabric sewn with a vegetable pattern. Carrots and lettuce and pea pods. Sae would call it a tea towel. He drew a silent breath. Gathered his courage. Started over.

“Effs, don’t you think you’re just … overreacting … a little bit? I mean, it’s not like he drank from it.”

Not a sound in the room. Nothing but the splatter of water. The clinks and clanks of submerged kitchenware.

”He didn’t get wasted. He didn’t even taste it”, Haymitch went on. “Even if he knew how to work his two thumbs I always cork that hipflask up, good and tight. He was never in any danger.”

He wet his lips. Set the dry plate down. Reached for another.

“I shouldn’t have brought it to the party. You were right about that. It was wrong, I know. But I didn’t put it in my pocket to … Effs, it was just old habit! Not a scheme, I swear! I didn’t drink. Not one drop! And just listen to them out there.”

He gestured toward the twins’ giggles in the other room. “Kids are fine, princess. They’re OK. They aren’t even old enough to understand, or remember, what happened here today. Yeah, it was scary but … if you really think about it, it was no harm, no foul.”

Effie didn’t reply. Nothing. Nothing but the growing red spots on her cheeks. Crestfallen, Haymitch put the plate down. The tea towel.

“Sweetheart”, he said. “Please. Listen to me. I will never … never let my drinking hurt our children. OK.” He touched her shoulder. ”I’d die before that happens.”

Her reaction was instantaneous.

His touch, those words. Might as well be a branding iron. A steel poker. The kind he used back home to shovel coal over in the fire place.

Red, hot, flame-heated metal shoved into her flesh. That’s how hard she flinched. The plate slumped to the bottom of the sink and he staggered back a step when she pushed him out of the way.

“Eff?” She was already at the door. “Effs, wait a minute! Hang on!”

She didn’t listen. Didn’t stop. He followed her into the hallway, just in time to see her put the final shoe on.

“Effs, what’re …?” She flew out the door. Didn’t even stop to close it. “Where’re you going?”

Rain – like cold, hard needles – penetrated Haymitch’s skin when he hurried after her, down the front steps and into the garden.

Effie was already far ahead. Past the remnants of their little birthday scene. Past the edges of the garden, leaving the house further and further behind.

He couldn’t keep up with her. Not after years of abusing his body with alcohol.

“Eff!” He clutched the stitch in his side. Panted as he followed her into the two ladies’ orchard. The meadow beyond. “Effie!”

A bright yellow flash. Followed by a clap of thunder. Low at first, almost indecisive, then exploding overhead. As if the bedrock itself had come alive, moving and grinding together.

“Not so fast! Please!”

And that’s when he heard her sobbing. Wild, jagged cries that she made no effort to try and hide. She stumbled on her feet, nearly fell and the pink silk hair ribbon which had untangled more and more during the chase, floated onto the ground.

Haymitch slowed just long enough to get it. Grab it, along with a fistful of grass.

“Please, Effie! Come back!”

“Leave me alone!” Her shriek echoed, travelled across the orchards. The meadows. The steel gray body of water. “Go away! Get away!”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart! I’m so sorry!”

“Leave me be!”

Her voice cracked and she staggered. Staggered and slowed. Slowed to a stop.

Haymitch had but a second to relish in the relief; in the fact that she wasn’t running anymore.

When,

“Ugh!” She clutched both hands to her forehead. Moaned. Unsteady on her feet, like a tree in a storm.

“Effie? Effie!” he shouted when she sank to her knees.

He was by her side in a heartbeat. Knelt to the ground, cradled her in his arms.

“What’s the matter, Eff?” The wet grass soaked through to his knees. “You hurt? What’s wrong?”

“I … I don’t know.” Her frightened blue eyes came visible for a fraction of a moment. “It’s like … ahh! Aahh!!”

Eyes squeezed shut, she clutched her head tighter. Body rigid and stiff in his arms, her mouth fell open and a cry of pure agony spilt over her lips. A cry growing louder. Louder, until he couldn’t breathe. Horrid screams he’d never heard from her before. Not even when she gave birth.

The stuff of nightmares. Like they’d both been thrown inside an arena where he’d hunted her down, overpowered her and wielding a knife.

Cutting bits and pieces out of her.

#hayffie #haymitch x effie #effie trinket #haymitch abernathy #the hunger games renaissance #my fanfiction #post-mockingjay #district 11

[whereareroo]

WALKING FAST

WF UPDATE: Day 12 (7/12/23).

Today we learned that we could quicken our pace and hold that quick pace over a long distance.

We learned that lesson because of an edict issued by GC1. At 6:30 this morning, he announced that we were going to walk faster and that we were going to waste less time during our breaks.

GC1 really likes his “chill time” during the afternoon. He reads books on his Kindle. The Kindle also gives him access to the internet.

GC1 was afraid that he was going to lose his “chill time” today. One map said that we were facing a 19.75 mile day. The other map said it was only 18.5 miles. Let’s call it 19 miles. It was clearly going to be our longest day. GC1 was afraid that we wouldn’t finish until 4:00 p.m. or 5:00 p.m., and that he’d lose his afternoon time.

So far, at least 20 times a day, GC1 has asked me “how many miles do we have left.” I consult my trusty index card and give him the answer. He never complains about the distance. He just likes to keep track.

Today, there was a second part to GC1’s edict. He was never going to ask me about the remaining mileage. “We’re just going to walk fast until we get there.”

So, we were on the trail at 6:45 a.m. and we started walking fast. We stopped once for a snack, and we stopped for lunch. Both stops were 50% quicker than our normal stops. We also saved time because it was raining and we took fewer pictures.

After lunch, we were still walking fast. About 30 minutes after lunch GC1 sheepishly said: “I’m going to break the rules. I really need to know how many miles we have left.” I told him that we still had to cover approximately 5 miles. He was overjoyed. He said that we’d be done “way early” if we just kept walking fast. So we did.

We were in our new hotel room at 2:15 p.m. Within 90 seconds, GC1 was out of his wet clothes and nestled into bed to read a book on his Kindle. Life is good!

I must say that I was pretty impressed with our speed. Based upon prior outings, I thought we would finish between 3:30 p.m. and 4:30 p.m. I really don’t approach El Camino as a speed contest. A later finish would have been fine with me. GC1 clearly had a different plan. I figured that we’d go with his plan.

As I mentioned above, we had our first day of rain. Until about 1:00 p.m., when the sun emerged, we had a changing variety of light mist, heavy mist, steady drizzle, and very light rain. We got damp but we didn’t get soaking wet. There were also times when it didn’t rain at all. It was no big deal. We were prepared with the proper gear. By the time we finished, we had stowed our rain stuff. The folks back home will probably be disappointed that the rain severely reduced the number of pictures.

Our route wasn’t difficult, but it was hilly. There were very few flat areas. About half of the time we were in woodlands, and the tree cover helped to protect us from the rain. The rest of the time it was a mix of farm roads, country roads, and streets in small villages. We went through eight villages.

One of the villages, Melide, is famous for octopus. We didn’t think that was a good idea at 9:45 a.m. Instead, we hit a coffee shop and ordered a dozen churros. (For only $2.50- -a much better deal than Dunkin’.) I figured that we’d eat a few and save the rest for later. They were so warm and delicious that we are 9 of them. GC1 ate the final three when he was reading his book.

We’re in a place called Arzua. We’re here for two nights. We’ll use the day off tomorrow to recharge our batteries for the final push to Santiago. We’ll explore the town tomorrow.

I took advantage of our early arrival to get my chores done. I found a laundromat and washed everything. I also did the grocery shopping. We usually have breakfast in our room, and GC1 requires numerous snacks too.

I’ll tell you about Arzua tomorrow. I hope you’re looking forward to a day off. We are.

[fmzhuye]

How to Clean Blinds Quickly, Without Slime or Dust!

How to Clean Blinds Quickly, Without Slime or Dust!

The whole process took me 15 minutes and should keep it clean for months.

Cleaning blinds are one of those tedious chores I'm forced to do and I've always loathed messing with it. I always use a dry wipe first and then a wet wipe to get the job done. Turns out I've been cleaning the blinds wrong all these years.

After picking up some great tips from the site, I set out to put them into practice, adding a few adaptations of my own to share with you along the way.

All in all, the entire process of cleaning a set of Venetian blinds or blinds on a medium-sized bedroom window should take no more than 15 minutes, and the energy required isn't too high, making it a weight-loss exercise. The shutters can be overlooked during springtime. Your frequency of use may vary, depending on your tolerance for dust and how much the blinds start to naturally fall on the windows.

Remember, if you still plan to vacuum the house, dust the blinds and other areas first and save the floor vacuuming for last. I do.

Start by packing everything near your blinds

Obviously, this step should never be skipped, as it may coat items near the shutter with a thick layer of dust. Dust and dirt can settle in even a tiny layer on any clothing, paper or other items on the floor below the window. Put your stuff on a table or bed, or better yet cover it up with a cover.

If the blinds are really dirty, take care of protection

This time the dust layer on the shutters was light enough that I didn't have to worry too much about inhaling too many dust particles. You can wear a mask or scarf around your nose and mouth to protect your lungs - and then you can wash them off when you're done.

Dry clean, don't get wet!

My biggest mistake before was trying to wet the plastic blinds before wiping them with a dry paper towel. This is a very wrong way of cleaning. A damp paper towel does absorb a lot of dirt and seems to help dissolve some of the dust in hard-to-reach corners. However, the job is quicker and more efficient when it is dry-cleaned first.

There is one exception to this: If the blinds are heavily soiled, you may need to resort to the opposite of the cleaning plan I outline below, such as a combination of dish soap, vinegar, and water solution, or even take the blinds off the windows to wash them. Clean in the bathtub. Wooden shutters may require more professional handling.

Secret weapon: get out the vacuum cleaner

Yes, you can use a rag or a microfiber cloth for sweeping, but the breakthrough for me was the smaller rag attachment (the one with the brush) on the vacuum. Doing this quickly usually takes me at least three times as long to achieve.

Vacuum cleaners of all sizes may have these attachments, which clip or pop onto a wand or hose.

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[talesofesther]

Only yours to see

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: Natasha is not used to being cared for, you show her it's okay to be vulnerable.

A/N: This started out as only a little thing about a funny line I saw on a post, but it took a monstrous turn as I was writing (as most of my stories do) and now we have this... That I have no idea what is, enjoy I guess. Do send me Nat requests I'm out of ideas :P.

Masterlist

"You're gonna bleed out, and it's not gonna be for lack of warning." Your voice rang through the unusually quiet Avengers jet, save for the low rumble of the engine and the occasional pacing of Steve. "Stop being so stubborn." You wave around the rubbing alcohol, gauze, line, and needle that were grasped in your hands, trying to get your point through to one annoying redhead.

"I'm not being stubborn if I say that I'm just fine." Natasha argued back, one hand holding her bleeding side. The cut wasn't dangerously deep, but it was bleeding a lot and needed stitches. She was sitting down looking up at you with a small frown on her eyebrows, signaling that she wasn't going to back down.

Letting out a breath, you broke eye contact with her and looked to the side, meeting Steve's eyes, he gave you a sympathetic smile. It was a simple assignment, but Natasha ended up getting a little hurt, protecting you, of all things.

'Excuse me if I wanna protect you too.' You thought to yourself.

With your gaze softening the slightest bit, you met her eyes again. You saw uncertainty in them, maybe a bit of vulnerability as well which was unusual, but she was always hard to read so you could be wrong. You crouched down to be at her level and noticed her muscles get tense. "If not me, at least let the doctors at the Compound take a look at it."

In the blink of an eye, Nat's hard gaze was back, like she was shielding herself from something. "No."

You dropped your head into your hands. "Dammit Nat, stop acting so tough, I can see you're in pain." The frustration could be heard in your voice as you looked back at her. And apparently, your words came out pretty harsh for her.

"I'm sorry, is this our stab wound? Stay out of it." She practically growled at you, averting her gaze towards the control room, the hand clutching her side tightened its grip.

You could see her uneasy breathing, the way her jaw was painfully clenched and her eyes were shining with wetness. But you had a limit too. "You are insufferable." You tossed the little bundle of gauze into her lap. "Sorry if I care about you." You got up and stomped away towards the other end of the jet.

You didn't see that Nat's eyes locked back into you and followed your every move, with a tint of regret and longing painting her features.

_____

The steady stream of the shower did wonders to your sore muscles, you let the water fall on your face and wash away the remaining tension.

After the much-needed shower, you put on a long sleeve t-shirt and a pair of shorts, exiting the bathroom, you walked back into your room still drying your hair. You were so concentrated on what you were doing that your soul almost left your body when your eyes suddenly landed on Natasha sitting on your bed.

"What the hell." You mumbled to yourself, putting a hand over your heart.

After the first scare of her unexpected presence, your gaze lingered on her. She was wearing a blue hoodie and sweatpants, you always thought she looked the most adorable when dressed in casual clothes, the urge to envelop her in a hug was always there. Her hair was a little bit damp as well, and her features were soft, innocent even, a huge contrast to how she was an hour ago. Her eyes looked at you expectantly, that vulnerable gaze seemed to be back. In her hands, she was fidgeting with a little wrap of bandage.

Natasha averted her eyes and gave you a tight smile, this nervousness whenever she was close to you was still a foreign feeling to her, scary most of the time. She never knew exactly how to act or what to say, it started a while ago and it's been getting worse, she was afraid of being too open and vulnerable, but she dreaded the feeling of losing you. She was yet to admit to herself what this twirl of emotions really was.

"I was wondering if you could help me with the bandage." Her voice was timid, but she felt bad for how she reacted to your first attempt at help.

You raised an eyebrow at her words but decided to not say anything about it. The bandage was probably the last thing she would need help with, but nonetheless, you threw your towel over a chair and sat beside her.

She lifted the base of her hoodie for you to see the wound, already stitched and clean. Shooting a glance up at her in confirmation first, you touched her skin and dressed the wound carefully. Natasha could be stubborn sometimes but she still held your heart, and no matter what, you always cared for her with all the love you had to give.

Natasha shivered when your fingers made contact with the skin of her stomach, your tender touches never failed to make a shiver run down her spine. She knew for a fact that her cheeks were a slightly darker shade of pink now.

You didn't say anything when you finished, just met her gaze and brought your hand up to put a strand of hair behind her ear. Allowing your fingertips to linger a little longer on her soft red locks.

It never failed to warm her heart. Natasha sighed softly and closed her eyes, leaning her cheek against your palm. An apology.

"Come on, let's make some coffee." Your voice was gentle and quiet as you got up from the bed and headed towards the kitchen.

Natasha followed after, she always would. The domesticity of it warmed her chest, it was something you had given to her, a small routine of certainty that made her be able to feel like a person once again. Sometimes you would cook together, watch a movie, sort out your book collection, or you would just bring her along to do trivial things. She thought that maybe that was the reason she felt the way she did, you made her enjoy the simplicity of living again.

She sat on top of one of the counters and watched you organize things in silence, only breaking the peace when the coffee started to brew. "I didn't mean to be rude." She couldn't meet your eyes if she wanted to get her words out. "I'm just not used to people wanting to care for me."

And that was okay. Yeah, she could get on your nerves sometimes, but that's the thing about Natasha, she's lovable in that way. When you started to become closer, it didn't take you long to figure that things would move at a different pace with her. But it was unfair, how she didn't know what love felt like, not really. How she was afraid of letting herself be cared for. How she took a while to understand you wanted her around simply because you wanted her, no favors, no obligations, no double meanings, just her.

You made your way towards her, standing in between her legs and placing your hands loosely around her waist. "But I do, a lot." You smiled at her, and you could feel the light touch of her fingers on your upper arm, pulling you close. "So, will you let me... Take care of you?"

The first answer came in the form of Natasha wrapping her arms around your shoulders and burying her head in the crook of your neck. This side of her, the human and vulnerable, the side that longed to be loved and had spent way too much time feeling abandoned, it was only yours to see. The real Natasha, she was yours.

Your arms closed around her waist tightly, mindful of her wound.

But you were also hers, the way you worried about her, the way she invaded all your dreams. The way that a smile subconsciously came to your face whenever your eyes met. The way her presence alone was enough to brighten your days. It all made you hers.

And even if none of you acknowledged it in words yet, the fact was there. It could be felt in every touch, in every brush of fingers, or stolen kisses before midnight.

Natasha pulled back only to rest her forehead against yours, she relented. "Please."

—⧗—

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[heartcluez]

☆ here for you. | johnny suh (m)

sypnosis. you had a bad day at work and johnny is there for you to make your day better.

warnings. fingering, pussy eating, smut

👼🏻 this man has been on my mind lately so yk i had to write for him </3

mr. kim’s voice was low, almost like he was just going to eat you alive. “understood, sir.” you exhale before walking out of the room. as you finally got out of the building, it started to rain. what a lucky day! and just to add another one of your problems, you didn’t have your umbrella. “can my day get any worst?!” you shout out loud, not knowing there were two people right behind you.

you had a bad day today at work. your boss embarrassed you infront of everybody, shouting at you for making a mistake.

“i’m sorry mr. kim, it will not happen again.” you avoided looking up, afraid to see the look on people’s faces as you bore your gaze at your feet. god you wish you could just disappear right now, “if you do this again y/n, i’m going to fire you.”

you turn to look around as you immediately felt embarrassment wash over you. “ah.. sorry, i didn’t know..” you almost mutter, while the two strangers mumbled something to each other before walking away. you groan out to yourself before you palm your forehead.

you felt like you were opening the gates of heaven when you finally arrived at your front door. you’ve been thinking about johnny all day, he was the only one you know who could make you feel better. you open the door and are met by the fresh smell of dinner, taking a deep breath in so you could inhale the delicious scent.

“hey baby, i cooked dinner for us since i know you were coming home late today.” johnny smiles at you, god you could marry this man right here and right now. you walked inside your home as you set your stuff down, your clothes still dripping wet from the rain as you quickly removed your shoes.

“woah, what happened?” asked johnny, as he grabbed the nearest towel he could find and rushed over to you to dab your damp face gently. you sigh, “i just had a bad day today, that’s all.” you leaned your head to his chest, almost falling asleep there. “sorry to hear that baby,” johnny grabbed your chin gently as he stared into your eyes with awe. “come on go get clean clothes so you can enjoy dinner.”

you both stare at each other for what felt like eternity before you nodded lazily as you got off his chest and walked upstairs. you changed into some clean clothes before walking back downstairs. you saw johnny preparing the table for the both of you as he lit up some candles too. “wow, what’s with the candles?” you smile as you took a seat, “i wanted to make this day at least a little better for you since you said you had a bad day at work today.”

johnny replied as he took a seat in front of you, “thank you johnny, you really didn’t have to.” you look up to him smiling at you. you felt warm inside and thought to yourself, what did you do to deserve a man like him? “eat up before it gets cold,” you took a bite out of your meal and immediately melted.

“mmmh, this tastes so good! this is enough to make my day better.” johnny chuckled at your reaction as he took a bite himself.

you both strolled upstairs to your shared bedroom after finishing your supper. it was dark, and the only source of light in the room was from the moon which was perfectly illuminating your bed. you crawl on your bed as you sighed out. johnny closed the door and followed after.

he gets on the bed as he sits down and leans his back on the bed frame, “so, do you wanna talk about your bad day?” you laid your head down on his chest as you stare off in the distance, “my boss yelled at me infront of everybody today, and just for my luck, it started raining the moment i got out of the building.” you sigh, while you slid your hand underneath johnny’s shirt as you drew shapes with your finger on his abs.

“i’m sorry to hear that baby,” johnny shifts from his position, as he was now on top of you, “is there anything i can do to make you feel much better?” johnny placed kisses on your jawline, you look into his eyes and there was a hint of mischief.

“i don't know. anything would be able to make me feel better right now,” you sigh as you cup johnny's face and placed a quick peck on his lips. johnny kissed your jawline for a few more times before moving down to your neck, “what are you trying to do?” you tilted your head to give him a better access,

“let me take care of you baby, close your eyes and relax.” you smile as you followed his instructions and closed your eyes. johnny moved down to your abdomen slowly going towards your lower region.

he swiftly removed your shorts as he placed a quick peck on your clothed cunt, making you hum in approval. “you’re soaking wet baby, don’t tell me this is from the rain too?” he joked while you giggle, “it’s not, i’ve just be thinking about you the whole night. couldn’t wait to get home and see you.” he removed your panties in a quick movement, the cold air hitting your cunt making you breathe out.

he licked your slit, making you let out a breathy moan from your lips. he used his hands to spread out your legs before placing kisses on your cunt. he gave your pussy one last kiss before inserting two fingers in you, making you moan out loud.

“look at you taking my fingers so well, baby,” he kissed your clit as he watched his fingers slide in and out of you in ease. you ran your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to you, wanting more from him.

johnny groans around your pussy when you pulled on his hair, “relax, there’s no need to rush. we have all night,” johnny chuckled before he started sucking on your clit, you absolutely felt euphoric. his other hand made its way up to your tits, massaging them and playing with your hardened nipple. his fingers quicked their pace, while johnny kept licking and sucking your clit.

your body was reacting more today, “johnny.. s’too much..” your back arches when he inserted another finger in you, quickly thrusting them in and out of your hole. you felt your high creeping up on you, “fuck, johnny yes! oh my god,” you moan as you cum around johnny’s fingers. although, johnny did not stop. his fingers kept sliding in and out of you, you could hear sounds of your juices squelching.

he ignored your cries and begs, as your thighs shook from the overstimulation. “feels so good!” you cried out, he loved the way your gummy walls were tightly clenching on his fingers while your arousal coated them. your chest heaving up and down, while johnny curled his fingers reaching your g-spot.

your tiny cunt was aching just from his tongue and his fingers. his hand groping your tits before pinching your nipple and rubbing it between his fingers. “m’ gonna cum!” you saw white little dots prickle at your vision as you felt your 2nd orgasm wash over you, he knows your little pussy is aching by now.

johnny gave one last peck at your slit before making his way up to you, “you did so well for me, baby.” he kissed your neck a few times before making out with you, while you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him closer to you. he grabbed your hand, placing a kiss on your fingers, “did that make your day any better?” you giggle as you nod at him, making him smile in return. oh you were so lucky to have someone like him

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[taechaos]

Little Secret

pairing: step-dad!Jungkook x fem!Reader

synopsis: From a fun celebration to not getting to the bathroom on time, you pee yourself in the middle of the living room and your step-dad has to take care of you.

warnings: smut, pseudo-incest, urine, fingering in tub, dubcon

word count: 2.4k

a/n: this is the disgusting fic i was talking about 🥰 not proofread, just smth i wrote in one day for fun. enjoy as long as u dont hate piss lol 😔👍

It's a night of celebration—the end of high school. It's the best celebration yet because you, after surviving hell of twelve years, are at the legal age to drink in a bar with your friends; the best night you can recall in your drunken state. Dancing, singing karaoke, giggling: pure joy.

So why are you crying while stumbling around in the living room? You sob and hiccup with a hand over your face and the other holding the couch for support. It has never been so difficult to stand straight, and you're thankful your mother's sleep is so heavy that she wouldn't wake up from your wails. 

But your step-dad's sleep is as light as a cat's, and you don't hear his heavy footsteps or grumbles as he climbs down the stairs. He rubs the sleep away from his eyes and they widen the moment they lay on you. He's about to call your name until his eyes trail down to the dark patch on your jeans. He doesn't need to ask why you're crying so loudly; it's easy to tell you're under the influence, and well, it apparently makes you very emotional since you're so upset about peeing your pants. 

But you're not exactly doing anything about it.

"Oh, it's okay," Jungkook coos and walks over to you to bring you into a light hug. 

You snuggle your face into his loose white shirt and sniffle. "I didn't– I didn't mean to," you snivel. "I-I couldn't get to the," you inhale shakily, "b-bathroom on time."

"That's okay," he runs his fingers through your hair soothingly, equally disheveled as his. "Don't cry, sweetheart. It happens; it's not a big deal. We'll get you cleaned up."

"I-I ruined it!"

"The washing machine—"

"No," you whimper pathetically, "it's ruined. My denim—" your head rolls back along with your eyes to the back of your skull. You go limp for a few seconds, and Jungkook holds you tightly. Just as he's about to ask you if you're alright, you continue, "the denim is forever ruined!"

Stepping away from his clutches, you rub your palms against the knees of your jeans and then the damp crotch area. The crotch and knees feel different; it makes your face scrunch up in sorrow. "Never the same," you exhale in a trembling voice.

Jungkook watches you in surprise and amusement. You tend to be closed off around him, well in the past year that he's been married to your mother at least. It makes him feel guilty to like you better drunk—extroverted.

"We'll get you new jeans then," he tries to comfort, but you only shake your head. 

"Feel it."

He sighs with a breathy chuckle and feels your jeans as you asked. He touches your pockets and then your crotch, practically cupping your heat. It's still warm with your urine and you pout at the look he gives you. You misinterpret it as disappointment, but it's a look of suppressing laughter. "Like I said, it's not a big deal. I'll wash it, okay? Your mother won't know."

You scoff and wipe your tears away. "Thank you. I-I'm very sorry, so sorry."

"Don't be. Let's go to your room," he slings his arm around your shoulder and walks you upstairs. You hold onto his waist and keep your gaze downcast. 

Your hiccups don't cease when you face the door of your bedroom. He twists the doorknob and lets you enter first. With puckered lips and tear stains on your face, you wait for him to come after you. He does, and then turns away from you. "Hand your jeans over to me, okay? I won't look."

He hears you shuffling behind him, and you don't take long to place the tainted pants in his waiting open palm. Your feet don't stay planted on the floor and you eventually land on your bed. The bathroom is right behind you, but you can't muster the energy to sit up nor open your eyes. "My underwear," you mumble with the side of your face squished against the sheets. 

At your indirect request, he cranes his neck and takes a peek at you. You're lying on your stomach and his eyes unintentionally travel to your ass. For being your step-dad, he thinks it to be okay for him to drink in this erotic sight. It isn't as if he's about to take advantage of a drunk girl, no less his step-daughter.

"You can't take them off?"

"Mm-mm," you shake your head.

He blows out a deep breath and stands before your feet. The sight of your wet panties isn't meant to be attractive, but it does get his stomach in knots. He grabs the edges of your underwear and asks you to lift your hips, which you do sluggishly. They're off within seconds and he picks up your jeans from the floor before aiming to exit. He has to get out and cleanse his mind of all his filthy thoughts from seeing your bare pussy two inches from his mouth. "Don't fall asleep before taking a shower first," he reminds with flushed cheeks and pushes the door open.

"Help me," you whine childishly before he can leave. 

He sighs your name as if exhausted—reluctant.

"Please!"

As if it's not bad enough that he got a small glimpse of your pussy, now you're asking him to give you a shower while completely naked. He's trying to be respectful by keeping his focal point at bay, but your ass is still hanging out while you're on the verge of a tantrum.

"Oh God," he mutters to himself and pinches the bridge of his nose. He gives in.

After throwing your dirty clothes in the washing machine downstairs, he returns quickly so he doesn't catch you fast asleep. Thankfully you're still awake, but not so alert.

He warns you to keep your eyes open while he fills the tub in your bathroom. There's a water bottle on your bedside table, which he tells you to drink lots from until he's back. He throws in a pink bath bomb sitting on the edge of your tub so you can hopefully relax. Never has he seen someone be in such a childlike headspace after drinking.

But childlike doesn't fit the current scenario when he's lying under your naked body in his boxers in the bathtub because you seem to be a lot clingier when drunk. You don't move a lot, which is a plus, but your butt is pressed against his crotch, which doesn't make the situation any better. 

"I'm sorry," you slur sleepily, "I really didn't mean to." He can pick up the strong scent of vodka lingering around you better in this position.

He tightens his arms around your shoulders with his hands clasped above your chest as he whispers, "Don't apologize, sweetheart. You won't remember this when you wake up, and I'll keep it a secret. Don't you worry about a thing."

"Why are you crying?" he asks softly when you start to sob again. It's a dry cry, and he's certain you don't know what you're doing yourself at this point.

"I can't do anything," you complain, "I'm so tired and-and I can't move."

He stays silent so you can comfortably babble on and on about nothing until you say, "Wash me. Please."

Jungkook lightly pecks your neck and eyes your tits before dipping his hands in the warm, pinkish water and scrubbing your shoulders. You sigh at his gentle touch, prompting him to switch to your knees. "My knees are not dirty," you grumble incoherently.

"Hm? You're not dirty?"

"I'm not dirty there."

"And you're dirty where?" He's teasing you, knowing exactly where you want to be cleaned, but that'd further agonize him with how little freedom his erection has under the tight restraints of his briefs. It wouldn't be appropriate of him to use you to get rid of it, but is it against the law to simply bathe you?

"Down," you vaguely murmur.

He can't see anything of your lower region from the courtesy of the blanket of colorful hue that the bath bomb transitioned to, which both annoys and relieves Jungkook. But his hand only listens to you as it trails down to your pelvis. "Here?"

You nod against his shoulder, and that's all the confirmation he needs to palm your vulva. You gasp and slightly jump before adjusting to the feeling of his hand. The adjustment proves to be futile when a small moan slips past your lips at his fingers grazing your labia. 

“You want me to stop?”

“No, no,” you breathe with a shake of your head. “I want to be clean, otherwise no sleep.”

“That’s right,” he chuckles and starts running his fingers down your folds. Stopping at your clit, he starts to circle the hood to thoroughly give you the cleaning you desire so much. It isn’t with any ill intentions that he gently cups your pussy and moves it up and down while you squeak out moans without shame. After a few rubs and touches, he's confident there is no more remaints of your drunk mistake. “You’re clean now, love. Want to go to bed?”

“I’m not,” you whine loudly and hold his wrist to keep his hand in place. “I’m not clean,” you cry out and he knows you’re going to start sobbing again, which you do—except your volume might risk waking your mother.

He tries to hush you, but you don’t stop with the crocodile tears. “Baby, baby, look at me,” he pulls your face by your chin, but you escape his grip easily and continue with your tantrum. “I won’t clean you if you don’t look at me.”

With your newfound defiant attitude, it's with a few huffs and puffs that you finally face him and he silences your sniveling with a press of his lips. It's not a kiss in his defence; neither of you are moving your mouths, which he appreciates now that you've gone quiet.

Now that the risk of your mother waking is taken care of, his hand is on your hidden heat again. At this point, it's easy to tell you're not worried about being clean anymore. You aren't sleepy, though you keep your eyes closed from being in this intimate proximity with Jungkook, you're in need of a climax. It's a shame that he's in a similar state as you, but if you're drunk to the point of asking your step-dad to touch you, it wouldn't be clever of him to ask you to return the favor.

Despite his clear lack of vision, Jungkook is a human anatomy professor and he finds your clit and squeezes it between two fingers easily, not to mention he's already experienced in the sex field. Your lips part into a whine and he opens his mouth to swallow your sounds as he slowly rubs your clit.

You lean into the—now labelled as—kiss needily, and he lowers his hand to poke at your entrance with his middle finger. He stupidly peeks an eye open to see if he's located it correctly, but your subtle thrust is approval enough. He cautiously shoves it inside your tightness and uses his palm to continue pleasuring your sensitive nub, grabbing your tit with his other hand to play with your nipple. 

"Oh God, hmmm," you moan against his lips and sloppily make out with him, smearing your slick saliva all over. He hums into you, unbothered by your raw affection as he thrusts his finger inside and pinches your nipple to get you to cum faster. He can't have you sobering up any time soon.

"Are you close, love?"

You murmur something in response, but it's not intelligible enough for him to understand, so he assumes you're at least getting somewhere. He quickens the pace of his thrusts, his palm against your clitoris; massages your boob more roughly and moves his mouth down to kiss your neck. As he's giving you a small love bite, your breathing turns into mere gasps with little broken moans. If he could, he would add a second finger to your pussy, but your clenching hole doesn't feel so ready when he curls his knuckle. 

You clutch onto his hair, chanting, "I'm gonna pee again, I'm gonna pee again…" 

"Try to hold it in, baby," he cuts in hoarsely without ceasing his movements. He does slow down when your legs start to shake and tremble, splashing the water as you do as he leaves calming pecks on your neck, collarbone, and a few on your lips. Not as a warning to lower your voice—your last moans are ones to savour—but to ride out your high. He has no idea if you did squirt in the tub, but he isn't going to take another shower to wash it down. He wants to feel it on his skin.

He can feel your pounding heartbeat under his hand as your body spasms and grinds on his erection. A moment of silence passes with your shaky inhales and exhales while he pets your hair. 

When he feels you calm down, he asks, "Do you feel clean now?"

"Bed."

"Alright," he whispers and kisses your cheek. Your eyes are closed and he predicts you'll be fainting soon, so he pulls the plug with ease and waits for the water to drain before pulling you up by your pits. It's a bit of a struggle because of your slippery wet skin, as well as the water weight on you, but manages to get you out and immediately throws you on the bed. He grabs a towel hanging on the bathroom door and dries you before himself.

Jungkook considers himself an honorable man most of the time, but he can't refrain from jerking off to your naked body while you doze off. Like he said, you won't remember a thing, so it'll be his little secret as he releases on your tits with a groan. He wipes off the evidence of his unorthodox actions, pecks you and your pretty little pussy before dressing you in your pajamas. 

He puts on his clothes and tucks you in before leaving your room with a quiet, "Good night, sweetheart."

All there's left to do is persuade you into doing this again while sober, because he didn't marry your wretched bitch of a mother after two months of meeting if not to have you all for himself. He doesn't mind letting you in on that one secret with time.

#bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts smut #bts x reader #jeon jungkook #jungkook imagines #jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #bts fic #jjk smut #thekpopnetwork #networkbangtan #kpop smut #jeon jungkook smut

[slytherins-heir]

Maniac.

18+ word count : 2k+ 𝔯𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔲𝔤𝔲 𝔫𝔦𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔦 𝔵 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔪𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔴// : 𝔭𝔴𝔭, 𝔡𝔢𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔡𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫, 𝔰𝔪𝔲𝔱, 𝔠𝔥𝔬𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔨𝔫𝔦𝔣𝔢 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶, 𝔡𝔯𝔲𝔤/𝔞𝔩𝔠𝔬𝔥𝔬𝔩 𝔲𝔰𝔢, 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔞𝔱 𝔣𝔲𝔠𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔲𝔱 Girls… they were always easy for Niragi, like scared little sheep in the eyes of the big, bad wolf. Easily controlled, the fear making them cave into every twisted want and desire he had.. All except for one. One who wouldn’t bend her will so easily for him, little did he know.. She was just as twisted as him.

Manipulative, cruel, soulless, sadistic and completely remorseless.. They’re just a few words that spring to your mind when you think of Niragi. No doubt he was one of the most, if not the most, criminally insane, sadistic man you have ever crossed paths with, but along with that, the most provocative and sexual men. All the girls at The Beach, feared him, for good reasons, he wouldn’t hesitate to murder, torture, or do other unspeakable things to those who even dared to look at him wrong. You haven’t been at The Beach long, but you quickly learned his reputation. Ever since arriving, you felt his eyes linger longer than they should have, the passing glances and the smirks he would have plastered on his face as he makes one of his usual sexual passing comments at you. You made sure to not let it visibly show how it affected you, you wanted it to be known that he wouldn’t bend you to his will as easily as other girls. If Niragi was gonna play his game, you’d play too, but better. All until one night when you finally gave in. It was a usual night after The Game, the smell of pot in the fresh, crisp Tokyo air, loud music blaring so loud it almost drowned out the loud talking and shouting coming from all those living in the large building. You watched as people drunkenly jumped into the pool and people drank and smoked to their heart's content. You perched on the side of the pool, legs dangling into the cold water, placing the joint into your mouth and inhaling the smoke that slowly passed between your lips, the slight burn of the marijuana feeling like heaven in your lungs, what you didn’t notice was your gaze drifting from the party go-ers to him.. Niragi. You couldn’t help but let your mind slowly drift to things you’ve heard of him do, and things you’ve seen with your own eyes.. At least until you realised that he was staring right back at you as he licked his bottom lip with his usual seductive smirk on his lips, his white and black shirt unbuttoned more than usual but the rifle he always sported was still being slung over his shoulder by one hand, his jet black hair half tied back, the rest effortlessly falling down the nape of his neck. You looked down to divert your eyes, in hopes he didn’t notice you staring as you picked up your beer bottle and quickly finishing the rest of the contents in it, that's when you looked up to see he wasn’t standing where you had just stared him down. The feeling of relief washed over you as you brought the joint back to your lips, at least until you felt a breath on your neck, making your own breath catch in your throat. ‘’You know, you shouldn’t be staring at me. People might get the wrong idea’’ Niragi spoke into your ear, his breathy voice setting a spark off in your gut. Determined to not show how he was affecting you once again, you spoke back ‘’And since when did you care about people getting the wrong idea, Suguru?’’, your voice a stark steady contrast to what you were feeling. ‘’What makes you think you think you can talk to me like that princess?’’ Niragi chuckled, making a heat rise from your cheeks to the tip of your ear. ‘’I never gave you permission to use my last name, did I?’’ he said, almost growling into your ear, just as you were about to speak up again you felt the distinction between the warmth of his tongue along with the cool metal being slowly dragged from the crook of your neck and then along your ear with his breath fanning across the damp area. You could see the image of what he was doing in your mind, the idea of his eyes rolling back into his head as he committed the sinful action was enough for you to let out a low whimper, letting your head fall back, completely losing all composure you once had. He finally won. And that’s how you ended up here, in his room. The one place you would never, admit to him, that you have been hoping that you would end up in. As Niriagi had you lifted, legs wrapped around his waist as he walked to drop you on his bed while kissing you roughly. Your back hit the bed as he dropped you, quickly took off your bikini bottoms and spun your body as if it weighed nothing, making sure to leave space so your head could hang off the edge of the bed. Your heart rate rose upon getting a sense of exactly what he was thinking. As if he could read your mind, he stripped of his clothing and positioned himself, tapping your cheek with his length. The walls you had built up for so long to make sure he couldn’t wrap you around his finger all came crashing down around you as you felt two of his long fingers slowly graze over your clit before roughly shoving them into your dripping heat. Breathing became a little easier once you finally got control of yourself, that is until you felt the bed shift as you felt his weight behind you, spreading your legs to accommodate his frame between them. What you felt next wasn’t what you expected. The feeling of something cold, but sharp being dragged lightly along your spine, sent chills throughout your whole body. Instead of the fear Niragi was expecting from you, the sinful moan escaping your lips at the realisation of him dragging a knife along your warm skin sent him through a loop. ‘’Niragi please..’’ you whined as you attempted to rub your pussy back against him. Niragi let out an amused laugh, ‘’I had a feeling you were different, babygirl’’ he muttered as you felt him remove the knife and pull your waist so your ass was in line with his long, thick cock. The action made you moan loudly as he fucked you with his fingers, with your mouth a gape he took the opportunity to shove his hard member into your mouth. The groan that Niragi let out was almost animalistic, leaving no time for your brain to catch onto what was happening, he continued to fuck you with his long, ring adorned fingers while ramming into your throat, the feeling of the almost asphixiation making you groan around his dick as he fucked your throat harshly, causing vibrations to be sent through his body as he threw his head back in pure ecstasy. ‘’See princess? I knew your pretty little mouth was good for something’’ Niragi panted. Removing his fingers from your slick, you whined as best as you could with your throat full of him at the feeling of being empty, your walls tightening around nothing, until you felt the feeling from before, the cold and warm contrast of his tongue along with his piercing, the only difference this time instead of it being along your ear, it was along your throbbing clit. The new angle Niragi had put himself, now stopped him from using your mouth to just having his dick rammed down your throat and settling there. Your breathing hitched, the feeling of his mouth eating you out mixed with your throat stuffed causing all ability to breathe out the window as you started to choke. Niragi didn’t let up, he continued to continue his attack on your pussy for a little while longer before pulling himself away, and pulling out of your mouth. You spluttered for air as he drew his cock out, still connected to you by a long string of saliva still connected to his length You both knew he had you right where he wanted, submissive and willing to do as he pleased. Niragi smirked looking down on your already limp body before dragging you to the position he wanted. He flipped you onto your stomach, your face in the pillows. Niragi wasted no time in quickly rubbing his length against your wet folds, knowing well what a mess you must have made on his bed. You felt the tip of him being shoved inside you before he quickly and roughly shoved the rest of his dick into you, causing you to let out what almost was a scream due to his size. Without letting you get accommodated to his size, he roughly started fucking into you. You were completely at his will, the unholy sounds both of you made along with the sound of your skin slapping hard. Without slowing down, he tangled one of his large hands in your hair, forcing your head back as he pulled your back flush against his chest. Niragi didn’t let up on the rough grip he had on you as he fucked up into you, the new angle hitting the right spot inside of you which led to you whining loudly and clenching around him. The familiar feeling of the blade returned to your collarbone as he spoke into your ear. ‘’Come on baby, I can feel you clench around me, cum all over my cock babygirl’’ he said, slowly dragging the cool blade along your chest and down the valley of your breast, not making an incision but making sure you can feel that he could, if he so well wanted to. The mix between his rough voice and the pleasure he was giving you, you felt the band snap in your stomach, causing you to shake violently and clenching even more around his cock as he sent you into your first orgasm, the growl he let out made the wave wash over you even more as you leaked cum down his cock and onto the bedding below you. Before you could even arrange your thoughts, he had flipped you onto your back, thrown the  knife away and quickly reinserted his big cock back into your still tight pussy. Niragi went back to abusing your pussy, having no mercy as he fucked roughly into you, wrapping one of his hands around your throat. ‘’Come on, one more. Just one more’’ he spoke, his voice giving away how close to cumming he was. Niragi threw his head back before bringing his other hand harshly on the side of your cheek a couple of times. ‘’Niragi please, please cum inside me’’ you panted, voice strained due to him cutting off some of your oxygen supply. He smirked back at you, ‘’My nasty girl wants me to fill her up? You wanna feel my hot cum in your delicious little pussy?’’ Niragi shoved two fingers into your mouth, the other still wrapped around your throat as you felt his thick cock twitch inside of you. The combined feeling finally triggered another orgasm inside of you, causing you to see stars as your body shook underneath him, triggering his own orgasm. Niragi’s thrusts became harder, but slower, moaning loudly and his hot cum shot into your pussy, the sinful sounds of both of your whines and groans sounding like music to his ear. Once he fucked the orgasm out of both you he stilled, pulling out of you but then quickly shoving his fingers quickly into your pussy, pushing all his cum back into you before roughly railing his fingers inside of you again while bringing his jewelry adorned tongue down to your clit and roughly sucking on it. Looking down at him and squirming from the overstimulation he was giving you. It wasn’t long before another shockwave sent through your body, causing you to squirt all over his fingers and mouth. Niragi sat up, leaning over you and dragging his tongue across his lip looking at you in your eyes. ‘’This is my pussy now, do you hear me? You’re my little toy’’ ─── taglist :  @anongirl007 @mi-han @shinjiyoongi @cuddlymalfoy

#suguru niragi #surugu niragi smut #surugu niragi x reader #alice in borderland x reader #alice in borderland smut #niragi #niragi x reader #niragi smut #niragi x reader smut

[boizandgurlzinthehouse]

Could u maybe do one with damiano where they Get into A fight and He says something very mean but it need with fluff i hope u understood. Thanks :)

𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐝 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐢 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 1769

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 (𝐨𝐫 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐬- 𝐨𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐡)

your day wasn't the best when you came home — your head hurt, the day was freezing cold from the moment you peeled the blanket off of yourself, and the hours in the office felt like thrice longer than usual. your boyfriend, damiano couldn't take you out at your office, since his studio was in the opposite direction than your office, but you got in late too because he couldn't find something he needed. you were a little bit nervous, but you just sushed your thoughts and tried to forget the words damiano and you said to each other.

"why can't you just leave the things in their original place? is this that hard to note?"

"be glad that i washed it out."

"be glad that i washed it out…"

damiano mimicked your voice, you hoped that the tone of his voice was only annoyed and derisive because he was tired.

thus, your mom called you in lunch just to call you about that there's no room in the house for you because your other cousins need place until the end of christmas –you couldn't stop the bitter taste in on your tongue, maybe that's why you couldn't hide the disappointment and gloom in your tone.

"but… where gonna i sleep then?"

"sweetheart, you can rent out a hotel room for a few days, don't you?"

"but mom, that's so much money!"

"did i mention that we would be so, so happy if we could meet your boyfriend? what was his name, danny?"

could your mother for only once not change the topic of the talk, if that began to change uncomfortable for her?

"it's damiano, mom."

"damiano, yes. so, is it alright for you?"

i don't have another option, and you know this too too well.

"yes. bye, mom."

you didn't wait for her "goodbye, sweetheart", slamming the red button on your phone.

and now, at the end of this ironically 'happy' and 'succesful' day, you stood in your living room, with your phone in your hand, pressing together your lips as damiano said out those words. you hoped that when you get home, you can take a long shower or run a bath while damiano sits on the edge of the tub, or even bathing with you, talking about this shitty day while you and damiano hate the world together, sharing a bottle of champagne and painting each other's nails –but he too decided to go against you.

"i think you shouldn't worry that much about that."

"what?"

"come on babe, it's just your mom. she's always dramatic, you shouldn't pull it on yourself that hard."

"no, i think you don't understand my problem, she literally said that her daughter don't have a place, a bed in the house she grew up during fuckint christmas!"

"shake it off, y/n. we're gonna figure it out."

"we're gonna figure it out, what does that mean to you, huh? christmas is approaching, day by day, the hotels are sure as hell full, even the airbnb-homes, but yeah, you're right, we have all the time in the world to figure it out!" you acted with your hand, more sarcastic than ever.

"what are saying now, that is my fault that you got a late call?"

you sighed, feeling your soul heavier than ever –the pound in your head spreaded down into your chest, giving the sour feeling of crying.

"no, i'm just telling you that you could be a little bit more helpful and understanding… it's about my family, my mom, mia madre as you used to say! how can't you understand this?"

"i am not understanding enough? how can you say this?"

don't do this, dami, don't manipulate my feelings, at least not you –don't make me more miserable, please.

"i say this because i can only talk with your about this! i trust you only with my problems, my problematic mother and my other shitty things, and now you just say that i should calm down on a problem that means bigger to me than ever?"

"well it's not my problem to have a useless mother!"

it was enough. far enough for you to snap.

"than you know what?",

grabbing your purse and coat,

"fuck you!" with that, you slammed the door and stepped out of the house. you didn't know where to go on the year's coldest day –you only knew that you don't want to stay near anybody right now. maybe renting out a hotel room wasn't a that-bad idea. or going to vic, and block damiano and your mother for the next two days.

trying to call vic, you didn't even noticed that your bump into somebody, pulling together your coat on yourself, you decided to go afoot to the next bus stop, maybe damiano runs after you, but right now you couldn't face him, after everything he said.

well, it's not my problem to have a useless mother. did he think this the whole time, the whole time when you bragged about your family? that that's only your pathetic problem? you couldn't see the screen of your phone from hé blur of your tears –they immediately broke down on your neck and cheek, then freezing in the cold wind, only leaving a chilly, uncomfortable feeling. the snow crashed through the clouds, everything were white and so, so cold, the wind blew in between your coat and sweatshirt –your teeth crashed together as you pleaded to the sky and vic to pick up that phone. your stomach grumbled,

"it's almost half ten, what do you want?"

"vic, oh my god! i'm so glad, can i ask you a little favour?"

"what the fuck, is is it you, y/n? i thought damiano called me this late, he would lose his phone and use yours, the dumbass. what's the problem?"

"can i sleep at you?"

"of cour- why?"

"please, i'll tell you everything, but…" you wailed suddenly, you were surprised too, not to mention vic.

"sweet jesus, was that you? grab a cab and come here, fast! i'm calling damiano."

"no, no please!"

vic didn't respond.

"come here safe, okay?"

"okay. bye, vic."

the line cut off, leaving you there in the winding snow –more five or six streets? you still pondered on damiano's words between tears and shivers, while trying to hug yourself as warmly as you could.

you barely reached the second corner when you heard a humming of a car. can't be a taxi, but then… who's on the streets this late, in this tempestuous weather? excluding me, you thought, could laugh but in a soaked coat, sweater and socks you only wanted to survive until vic's.

turning your aching neck, at first you thought you hallucinate –seeing damiano's black car was nearly a dream, a mirage. does hypothermia kicks in that soon?

as the car approached you, it stopped beside you.

"do you really gonna walk to vic like this? did you call a cab?"

you ignored damiano, walking towards, your bag almost slipped out of your hand.

"let me help you cara mia, i'm sorry. can we talk about this in the car? it's warm in here, too."

stubbornly, with shaking hands, you wiped off the wet locks from your face. hearing a quiet murmur, something like 'okay, that's enough', the door of the car opened, inviting you to sit on the passenger's seat. you stopped the marching, looking at damiano with crossed arms.

"i'm not going anywhere until you get in this car. you can walk to vic, but i'm gonna follow you, and i'm gonna sit in here until you collect enough peace to talk with me."

it warmed your heart a little bit, but the harsh words sung in the back of your head –reluctantly, but slowly you got in the car. damiano didn't hesitate a moment to turn on the child safety lock system as you closed the door. you huffed.

"is it really neccessary?" you asked quietly.

"i don't want you to change your mind when we get back home "he said. "do you need anything? a blanket, a coffee? a tea? i'm texting thomas to boil some water."

"thomas... how? and why?"

"he came for some butter, but you bumped into him, thomo was surprised even that you're that…" –searching for the right words, it was hard and awkward for each of you.

"listen, y/n, i–"

"no, dami, i was just upset and–"

"no, wait! it's my time to apologize. because in the past time, i got carried away. i said things and i said them without thinking about how hurtful they can be. i should be glad, so fucking gratefuo that i have a girlfriend, a lover like you, a lover who nurtures me, who search my lost things even when i can't find them because i'm such a clumsy ass, a lover who shares her deepest secrets and problems with me. a lover who trusts me so much, who accepts my little habits… i know i can't take back the things i said about your mother and your problems, but the least i can do is make you forget about it, and support you with it. can you", damiano said as he covered your cold, tender hands with his big, soft ones. "y/n y/l/n, amore della mia vita, the love of my life, accept my apology about everything i said and did?"

you couldn't stop the blushing, your whole chest warmed up at his words, clinging to his hands.

"yes, i absolutely can. i'm sorry i yelled at you, it was just a shitty day, and my family… well, that's another story."

damiano leaned closer to you, touching your jaw, tucked a cold strand of hair behind your ear, spreading comfort towards your cheeks and eyebrows.

"even with soaked clothes, pale skin and damp hair, you're still the prettiest, angelic thing i've seen in my life, mia dolce bambina."

you didn't need anything to reach up to his lips, yearning to get as much as from his warmth as possible –damiano strokes the back of your head and neck, played with the moist locks.

after the little kissing session, damiano stroked your hand, taking off your coat, giving you his instead.

"let's go home, okay?"

"okay. i love you, damiano."

"i love you more than you could ever think, little angel."

as the two of you reached home, damiano huffed.

"you know, i'm a little bit disappointed in your mother too."

you pulled up your eyebrows, the corner of your lips curling up slowly.

"really? and why?"

"we can't make out in your old bedroom, that could be quite an extra christmas event, don't you think?"

"damiano!!"

𝐚/𝐧: 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨-𝐦å𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞-𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲. 𝐢'𝐦 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬 <𝟑

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[antique-traveler]

to him, to you

alright folks, i have officially written my first ever x reader fic. i know it's short, but i had an idea i really liked and i wanna use it to kinda test the waters with x reader. i'm new to this format, so please lmk if there's somewhere i can improve :-)

Matt Murdock x GN!Reader

827 words, Hurt/Comfort

Mentions of blood and kidnapping

You’re expecting to hear the creak of the roof access door this late. Since moving in with Matt, you’d subconsciously trained yourself to sleep lightly until you heard him come home from his patrol. Tonight, though, he was early. A glance at your phone told you it was only about 12:45; normally you wouldn’t expect him until at least two hours later.

His steps coming down the stairs are heavy but even- he’s tired, but no limp. That was a good sign. You climb out of bed and shuffle out of the bedroom to greet him. He’s moving slow, cautiously– not to avoid pain, but out of sheer exhaustion. His face and hands are splattered with blood, and he hardly acknowledges you as he steps off the stairs.

“Matty? Everything alright?” Your voice is raspy and weak from sleep, but you trust that he can hear it anyway. He stops a few feet away from you, breath and hands both shaking, and pulls his mask off. His hair is sweat-soaked and unkempt, and his eyes are wide. You step towards him and slowly place a hand on his neck. “What happened, baby?”

He swallows and opens his mouth a few times, trying to find the words. “I- I wasn’t fast enough. I took care of six of the men, but the last one, he- he got her onto the boat before I could get to her, she- I couldn’t-” His voice shakes and his hands are grasped tightly to your shirt as he screws his eyes shut in anger. You don’t care that the blood on his hands was getting onto your shirt, you learned long ago to wear clothes you didn’t much care about when you stayed the night at Matt’s apartment.

You place your hands on his cheeks to try and steady him as he mutters about the girl he couldn’t save, “Matty, Matty, you’re okay. I’m… I’m sorry.” You pull him into your chest and wrap your arms around his shoulders. He doesn’t hug back, barely moves at all, but you know that he likes the pressure.

Slowly, quietly, you coax him out of his blood-soaked clothes and into the shower. The water is almost too hot for you, but Matt swears that the steam and the heat help him center himself after a night out. You wet a washcloth and drag it over his cheeks, his neck, his mouth, washing away the blood of the men he had fought against tonight. The men he had fought against, and lost to. You take his hands and brush the blood out from under his fingernails, out of every crease and callus in his still-shaking hands. The blood and water slough off him in the steam, glistening across the dozens of scars that spatter across his body. His eyes are red-rimmed, but he doesn’t seem to be crying, just staring towards you as he whispers thanks and apologies in equal measure. The shampoo lather in your hands enters his hair bright white, and is rinsed off in shades of red.

You leave Matt wrapped in a towel in the steamy bathroom as you get him clothes. You find a t-shirt and pair of sweatpants for him in your shared dirty laundry hamper. He’s told you before how all of his clothes start to smell a little like you when they mingle with yours like that, but it still makes you feel a little guilty for dressing him in dirty clothes after the night he’s had. You push the thought out of your head. He’s told you that this works, that he needs your scent around him. After the night he’s had, he deserves a little comfort.

You walk him to the bed and help him dress, guiding his trembling hands through the sleeves as you push the t-shirt over his damp hair. He still hasn’t spoken, but every cue of his that you can pick up on is telling you that he has focused his senses completely on you and you alone. The tilt of his head towards yours, his deep breaths whenever you’re near, the slight grip of his hands on yours whenever you touch. To him, this is eye contact. To him, it is acknowledgement and attention and invitation; to you, it is “I love you”.

You lightly press him into his silk sheets before climbing in after him. You pull the duvet over his shoulders and spoon him from behind. You press your hand against his heart, knowing that he can feel your pulse echoing his own. His breaths are quick and shallow, the muscles in his neck tense. You press a kiss into his hair, the first one you’ve given him since he got home, and hold him tighter. You hear his breath catch, hear the almost inaudible pat of something wet hitting his pillowcase.

You know he’s crying. You know he’s pretending not to.

He knows you can tell anyway.

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Prompt idea: Lingerie with Frankie Morales but make it cute/funny? Picture this, you've got all of the fancy bits you've never worn before and you're struggling with the fiddly latches, crying out, "I can't get this shit on!" You finally figure it out, show it off to Frankie and he loves it. But he likes sex best when there's nothing between the two of you, so he works on unwrapping you. You notice his lips stop moving on you for a few seconds before he whines, "I can't get this shit off!"

Tangled Up (Frankie “Catfish” Morales x f!Reader)

Summary: ^^

W/C: 3K

Warnings: uh this is filth. SMUT 18+, oral sex (f receiving), lingerie, unprotected PIV sex (wrap it before you tap it, babes), Frankie has no patience and is rlly strong

A/N: this speaks to me, anon. I love this. I hope you do too!

Frankie already thinks you’re the most beautiful thing on the face of this planet. Every little thing you do is amazing to him, the way you call his name, the way you bat your lashes at him when you really want something.

He’s absolutely obsessed with your body; he’s told you that and demonstrated time after time that he thinks you’re the goddamn prettiest thing he’s ever seen, that your body is absolutely perfect in its uniqueness.

Naturally, Frankie has his favorite pieces of clothing on you, the way they cling to or flow off of your wonderful form. Frankie is a big believer that the body is the soul, and he’s absolutely in love with yours. Anything to accentuate your soft skin, with colors that stand out against the tone of it, drives Frankie absolutely wild.

Lingerie is his favorite. It surprised you at first. Frankie is a patient man, slow and soft when he wants to be, prioritizing you over himself in everything he does but especially in the bedroom. Something like that feels self-indulgent to him, like it’s his one weakness, you looking like that just for him. Then he gets to unwrap you like the best fucking present he’s ever received- yeah, Frankie is really into lingerie on you.

He’s gifted it to you, gone shopping with you to buy it, but his favorite thing is being surprised. The element of shock and sensuality when he’s confronted with the most beautiful body wrapped in such perfect garments is his favorite sensation, next to digging his fingers into your hips and pulling your body against his to kiss you.

You know how much he loves it, and that motivates you to do it somewhat often. The problem is that lingerie is expensive. You usually find yourself repeating outfits for Frankie to rapidly strip from your body, which he clearly doesn’t care about. You look sexy, and he loves it. But you love the surprise, the shock and admiration as he has to run those tough and strong hands over the lace.

Frankie particularly loves dark colors, like black or a deep velvety red, on you. He thinks they look painfully seductive, tempting.

That’s what’s motivated you to buy the piece laying on your bed. It’s black, with a bra and panties and quite a lot of straps, buckles and loops built into it. You’d been hesitant, but seeing it in real life makes you even more excited. Frankie gets home soon; time to get in.

The panties go on easily, obviously. The next part is the challenge. There are straps upon straps, endless slots for you to shove limbs through. You hold it up and frown, not quite sure how to get it on.

Wandering to the mirror, you shove yourself into the thing, making some errors but eventually finding the proper way to wear it.

You look hot: both physically and sexually. There’s a lacy collar, attached to the intersection of the bra. The cups are mesh with lacy decor to cover the nipples, and there are many straps over your abdomen that hook up to the panties. All in all, it’s a complicated number, but you smile as you do a little twirl. Frankie will like it.

The other hot: you’re sweating. It took effort to put it on, lots of odd angles to pull and tug. You feel warm and flushed, so it’s a relief to plop on the edge of the bed and let the cool air of the house get you acclimated again.

You wait, mindlessly scrolling through your phone as you relax on the bed. Frankie’s schedule is far from exact, but you know the 15-20 minute window he’ll arrive home in. Lucky for you, the garage door opens at the normal time he arrives home.

Tossing your phone aside, you perch seductively on the edge of the bed, crossing your legs and leaning back on your arms. “Frankie, baby,” you call into the house as the door opens.

“Hey honey,” he calls back. You can hear him taking off his boots, taking off his jacket. His footsteps ascend with him as he climbs the stairs, and you fidget a little with the lingerie.

He stops in the kitchen, doing something or another. You frown a little. “Frankie,” you call again.

“Just one second, babe,” he chuckles, grabbing a glass of water and something to eat in the kitchen. When he has his things, he meanders through the house and to the bedroom. He nearly drops what he’s holding at the sight waiting for him.

He’s wearing a t-shirt and jeans. Nothing special, but he always looks so good in it. You naturally smirk just at the sight of your man, of how perfect he is. “How was work?” You purr, letting your head loll to the side so he can get a full view of your body.

Frankie swallows hard. “One second.”

You frown and he walks away, putting the water and food back down in the kitchen. He hurries back just to stand in the doorway, staring at you. “I… wow.”

You giggle a little. “I know you like something to tug on,” you tease and snap one of the straps against your skin. The sound goes straight to Frankie’s dick, steadily growing harder in those dark-wash jeans. “Well?”

“You look like a fucking bombshell, babe,” he groans as he walks closer and falls to his knees at the edge of the bed. “Holy fuck,” he shivers as his fingers trace up your bare thighs, sliding beneath the waistline of the panties.

“Glad you like it,” you chuckle and take off his cap, throwing it aside so you can bury your hands in those pretty curls. They’re so soft, fluffy when you run your fingers through them.

Frankie’s lips find your thigh, starting just above the knee and making their way up. “Love it,” he nods, murmuring it into the soft and sensitive skin there. “But you know I like you better with nothing to separate our skin,” he flirts, looking up at you with those round eyes that make you weak.

You shiver under his work, twirling one wave around your finger. “Take at least a little time to enjoy it, baby,” you pout.

He sits back on his knees and nods. “Of course. You know what…” he trails off as he stands, going over to the dresser and grabbing something from on top of it.

He returns moments later with your Polaroid, smirking a little. “Now I can enjoy it longer,” he chuckles as he pops open the lens. “Pose for me, baby girl,” he says, his voice growing darker and deeper as he takes in the sight.

You do, legs spread and chest pushed out, looking at him seductively through the camera. There’s a flash and a click as the camera takes the picture, then the film pops out through the bottom, still black as it develops. Frankie sets it back on the dresser, along with the photo, then stands at the foot of the bed. “How do you suggest I appreciate it, hm?” He asks.

Eyeing him, you can’t help but smile. “Take your shirt off first.”

“Okay,” he laughs softly and pulls off the soft gray tee, exposing his muscles and slight tummy. It’s such a beautiful sight, and your eyes follow the thin trail of hair down.

“Now the belt.”

“Should I just presume you want it all off?” He asks again, tilting his head.

Laughing, you fall flat onto your back on the bed. “Yes. All of it. Off.” You lift your head just slightly, dropping it as you realize it might add a couple of chins.

“No, watch me,” he orders, and it makes you smirk. It’s an easy domination, the way Frankie could do whatever the fuck he wants with you. Neither of you ever agreed upon anything, never made a pact and discussed the idea of something serious, but it’s something the two of you learned over your time of knowing and loving each other. Frankie knows what you like, and you know what he likes: when he gives the orders. When he’s fully nude, his thick cock heavy and reddened, you smile even wider. “What next?” He asks, allowing the role to be played.

You pretend to think about it, stroking your chin. “Well, do whatever you want to me. But the lingerie stays on.”

Frankie pouts. “I wanna fuck you, and I like it best when there’s nothing between us.”

“Then find another way,” you shrug, that devious little smile tugging up the corner of your mouth. “Do something else. Maybe if you’re good enough, I’ll take it off for you and let you fuck me.”

“Oh, you’ll let me fuck you?” He teases as he gets on his knees, one hand on each thigh as he pushes them apart and nestles between them. “How kind.” His lips trace along the inside of your thigh, slowly working their way from the knee to the apex.

You shiver beneath him, wiggling at the anticipation. “I’m giving,” you sigh, any sarcasm you attempt to give lost in a moan as Frankie mouths at your clit through the panties.

“You sure are,” he murmurs, his own body shuddering at the wetness of the lacy fabric covering your slit. His tongue contributes to the dampness, starting at your opening and slowly licking all the way up to nip at your clit through the lace.

“Baby,” you whimper, your hands digging into his hair.

“You told me to take my time,” he mumbles and looks up at you, eyes darkened with lust. “I’m just following orders, baby girl.” He pushes the panties aside and laps at your folds.

A whimper trails from your lips and your back arches off the bed, desperate for more. “God, I fucking love you.”

Frankie traces two fingers through your slick, teasing at your entrance and sitting back on his heels to watch the sight that accompanies the unholy sounds. “You think you love me? I got to come home from work to this,” he groans, taking in the sight of you and plunging two thick fingers inside of you. “Nothing better than this, pretty girl,” he shudders and dives back in, sucking at your clit and tracing it slowly with his tongue.

You keen into his touch, grinding your hips back against his mouth. “Fuck, Frankie,” you cry out as he curves his fingers inside of you, hitting that perfect spongy spot.

“Yeah?” He murmurs into you, his tongue barely resting for a second.

“Yeah, oh fuck,” you shiver. “Baby, don’t you dare stop.”

“Couldn’t if I tried,” he groans, working his tongue harder against you.

It’s all too much in just the right way. The cresting wave that builds inside of you finally breaks as Frankie swirls the sensitive bud around his tongue, and you whine his name as the release pours through your body, making you shake and squirm and moan. “There we go,” he murmurs as he pulls away, your body coming down from its high. “That enough appreciation for you?”

“Plenty,” you nod. “Now fuck me. Please.”

He smirks a little and stands. “Finally,” he chuckles as he runs his fingers over the endless straps covering your body. He snaps one of them against your breast, making the soft flesh ripple. He groans at the sight, of the way your tit bounces against it.

Frankie pulls you to sit up, reaches behind and unclasps the bra. Normally, that would be enough to get you naked, but there’s a neck harness and straps and to be honest, he doesn’t know where to get started. “How the fuck did you get this thing on?” He murmurs.

You laugh a little. “It took me a really long time, honestly. It was hard.”

Frankie sighs and pulls at the straps, trying to find a good way to get it off. His deft fingers search your body for some kind of clasp or buckle, but find none. He unclips the panties from the top, at least, and slides them off, then gets back to working.

His eyes look up at you and he pouts. “Come on. Give me a hint, baby.”

“I don’t fucking know, Frankie,” you laugh, still on an endorphin high from the orgasm moments ago. “I don’t know how this thing got on and I know even less about how to get it off.”

Frankie’s forehead falls against your chest, groaning. “Fuck.” He tries gathering the straps and pulling them up. That doesn’t work. He searches under every strap for maybe velcro or snaps. Nothing. He pushes you back down onto your back.

“Goddamnit!” He groans and his lack of patience gets the best of him. Gripping the straps, Frankie pulls them hard until the straps break, leaving you bare beneath him and completely stunned.

The straps fall to your sides, exposing your full chest and abdomen. “Frankie!” You exclaim, honestly more than turned on from his little show of strength.

“Sorry,” he bites his lip and looks down at you, but you know he’s really not. The tip of his cock is leaking, red and flushed and you know he’d do just about anything to get inside you now.

You giggle a little, the adrenaline from the moment rushing through your veins. “That was fucking hot,” you admit, spreading your legs. “You got me stripped down. Now fuck me, Frankie, please.”

The embarrassment is gone from his face within seconds. “Yes ma’am,” he mumbles, climbing over you and kissing you desperately hard.

You cup his face and hike your knees up around his waist, kissing him back just as readily, tongue pressing against the seam of his lips. He allows you in in the exact moment he thrusts inside of you, making you moan into his mouth before breaking away.

“Frankie,” you whimper as he’s pushed fully inside of you, throbbing and twitching as you say his name. “Fuck, baby,” you whine, his thick cock pressed against your cervix. “You gonna go easy on me?”

“Not in the slightest,” he mumbles back and pulls mostly out before pushing back in, hard. You cry out his name over and over, grabbing at his shoulder blades and back. You can feel the muscles there shift as he pushes, holding himself up over you. His head falls down with a groan as you reach one hand behind him to teasingly tug at his balls.

In return, Frankie lowers himself over you and brings one hand down to circle your clit, thrusting in time with the movement of his worn fingertips. God, he’s so damn good with his hands, always has been, and you whimper that into his ear, moving both hands back up to clutch at his back, nails digging into his skin.

It’s almost a competition of pleasure between the two of you, who can do more of the tiny little things the other loves, who can get the other to their peak first. Frankie kisses at your neck, mumbling sweet words into your skin, crying out as your nails drag down his back. “Baby, please, you feel so fucking good, god you’re so big,” you groan next to his ear, filling it with all of the affirmations he loves.

“You‘re just so fucking tight,” he grunts, thrusting harder and harder into you. You get tighter as you clench around him, and Frankie knows that it means you’re close. “Come on, baby girl. You gonna cum on my dick?”

“Yes, yes,” you chant, head falling back into the bed. “Oh, fuck, Frankie-oh!” You squeal as he hits the sweet spot inside of you once more, his fingers working in the perfect rhythm with his hips to make you fall apart, clenching and fluttering around him as more slick coats his cock.

He groans at the feeling, shivering at the way you clamp down on him. “W-where? Where do you want it, baby?” He asks you, knowing he’s about to burst at any second, the way you’re absolutely destroying him.

“In me, please,” you beg, and it’s an offer Frankie can’t refuse. He lets go, filling you with the hot, sticky seed. You whine at the feeling, desperately gripping his skin.

He whines your name in your ear as he comes down, shivering and pulling out, lying next to you on top of the ruined lingerie.

“That was expensive,” you whimper as you limply toy with a strap.

“I’ll buy you a new set. Two new sets,” he tells you, breathless and sweaty. “God, you looked so good in that,” he sighs, chuckling a little. He gets up and wanders to the bathroom, getting a warm, wet cloth and coming back to clean you up.

The sight of his cum dripping from inside you is almost enough to make him hard again, but he bites his lip and wipes you down, tenderly kissing your thigh. “Thank you,” you murmur weakly and smile down at him.

“Doing my job,” he teases and kisses your knee before cleaning himself off and tossing the cloth in the laundry. When he lies down next to you, he takes the discarded lingerie and throws it off the bed, wrapping you in his arms. “You’re so amazing,” he chuckles. “God, I love you.”

“I love you too, baby,” you hum and kiss his face, nuzzling your nose into the curve of his flushed and dewey neck. “I have stuff to make for dinner.”

The reminder that it’s only 5:00 or so makes Frankie laugh a little. “You don’t have to. You’ve done enough for me tonight,” he murmurs, kissing your temple lovingly.

“Never said I was doing it alone,” you chuckle sleepily, your eyes slipping shut. “You’re helping.”

“Damn right I am. Maybe we take a nap first though,” Frankie says as he pulls you closer in his arms.

“A nap sounds good,” you nod and kiss his cheek. “I love you.”

“Love you too, baby.”

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Heavy Petting ft. Armin Arlert (Day V)

Focus: Heavy Petting

Warnings: Sexual Contact / Nsfw 18+

Word Count: 2k

They’ve been gone for three days, they should’ve been back within a few hours. Where the hell are they?

Armin left with the others days ago to go on a supply run. Days. This trip should have taken them only a few hours to get done. They’re on horseback, they should’ve been back ages ago.

“Stop sulking around waiting for them to get back, they most likely came across a live town and are trying to trade or something...” Eren explains.

He can’t blame me, how am I supposed to sit around doing nothing while Armin- they’re out there practically begging to be eaten alive. 

I pace Mikasa and I’s shared room in the cottage, Eren sitting on her bed as I walk from door to window and back again.

“You need to drink or something, you’re livid.” He says.

“You need to stop acting like youre completely unbothered. I know it pisses you off just sitting here, you hate being excluded from helping.” I spit back.

“You’re just acting like a bitch because you don’t have an eye on Armin for once,” He stands up, “You’re obsessive.”

“I-I am not! I- at least I care! You let Mikasa be a suicidal hero for you and you sit around doing nothing in return!” I shout at him

“She’s just chopping wood, you need to relax.” He groans

“She was just thrown around, she needs to rest!”

“They’re back.” He mutters.

“Shut up you bastard- wait what?” 

He stares blankly at the window before turning and making his way down the hall and downstairs. I’m on his heels, practically shoving him down the stairs before pushing past him. I hastily push open the door too see them getting off their horses and stabling them.

“Armin... Armin!” I cry out. I see his blond hair whip around as he turns to face me. He’s tying his horse back up into her stable.

“y/n! Sorry, we ended up getting turned around, it took a little longer than ex- oh.”

His sentence is cutoff as I run up to him and practically throw myself at him, wrapping my arms around his neck, his own make their way around my torso and I hold myself flush against him.

“We were only gone a few days, are you alright?” He asks, speaking into my hair.

I let go of him and take a few steps back to look at him. His hair is coated in sweat and dirt that sticks to his forehead. It’s obvious they came in contact with a few titans, the give away being the cuts and bruises that litter his hands and face along with few rips in his clothes.

“Yeah, sorry. Are you?” My hands prod at him, inspecting any possible injuries I missed before. I take his hands in mine, examining the surface cuts. Then, I take his face in my hands and shifting it slightly to look over it. My eyes get caught at a thin gash below his left eye.

It was supposed to be just a little supply run, to get food and medical supplies, that’s it.

“Ah-” He grimaces, jerking back at my touch. I let go of him.

“Go wash up then meet me in the kitchen. I need to clean it.” I gesture my head to the house

He disappears off to the backyard where the water spout is and I make my way back inside, a little to quickly for that.

He’s alive. He’s alive. Relax, y/n.

I through the kitchen cabinets for my medical box. I’m pulling things and shoving things around when I realize I had leant it to Jean.

“Jean!” I shout

“Jesus, y/n, I’m right here, what do you want?” He sets down what I assume to be a sack of potatoes onto the counter.

“Where’s my med bag?” I ask.

“I put it in your room, under your bed. I didn’t know where else it’d go.”

It’s right where he says it was. I take it apart and pull out alcohol, gauze, needles and sutures. I lay it out accordingly onto the bedside table. Staring at it, shifting each tool an embarrassing amount of times.

Relax, he’s fine. He’s here.

“y/n?” Armin says, rounding the door frame. 

His once dirt soaked hair is now clean and wet, messily hanging into his face. His shirt clings to his still damp skin. In the absence of the dirt I can now see bruises littered across his jaw and cheekbones. His forearms are all scratched up as well.

I pat beside me on the bed gently. He closes the door quietly and takes a seat beside me. I pour a bit of alcohol onto a gauze pad and hold him by his chin to keep him still. He winces when contact is met.

“Sorry, sorry” I mumble, wiping and patting at the gash below his eye.

When It’s as clean as I think it can get I reach for the sutures and tweezers, pushing it through the damaged skin as gently as I possibly can, “I’m sorry, I know”

I can feel his eyes boring into mine and I grow obviously uncomfortable as I try and complete my work.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks suddenly. His voice quiet, nervous.

I look down to his lips, a slit in the bottom one, then into his eyes. Slowly and sheepishly, I nod, letting my tools drop to the floor.

His lips meet mine, cold but soft. He takes my face in his hands and my own drop from his and reach around his neck to toy with his still damp hair. 

My heart lurches out of my chest, his fingers gently tracing the skin of my cheekbones. His touch is overwhelming and I feel my own skin growing hot. I grab at the front of his shirt, twisting it into my fist to pull him closer. 

I’d be lying if I said I’d never thought about kissing Armin, actually, you’d have to be stupid to think I haven’t. 

“I- closer, come closer... please.” Armin mumbles quietly, his hands pulling at my waist.

I hesitate, but only momentarily, then make my way closer, shifting inch by inch before something inside him snaps and he pulls me atop him. Our lips detach and my forehead rests against his, my legs straddling his waist but he remains upright, his back up against the wall.

“Armin..” I’m out of breath, my chest noticeably raising up and down with every pant.

“Fuck, just kiss me.” He pleads and I do. I tilt my head down so my mouth meets his again, this time with more passion.

His hands skim up and down my sides and back, touching almost any place he can without overstepping his boundaries. He needs more, I can feel it. It’s almost too much to handle, my body and senses completely flooded by him. He’s everywhere all at once.

I shift slightly to be flush against him my hands still around his neck, pulling him closer. His grip drops to my hips and squeezes them harshly before taking in a sharp inhale. Before I can kiss him again he tilts his head slightly so our noses bump together.

“You- God- you can’t do that... please.” This time he’s the one out of breath, overwhelmed and his skin hot.

My eyes closed and lips still searching for his as he pleads.

“You don’t- God, y/n, stop fucking moving.” He hisses, sitting up even more so to where his nose is in line with my jaw.

Hearing him swear is a rare occasion, let alone multiple times. It’s captivating, the sexuality of his frustration is so incredibly attractive.

His breath is hot on my neck, I can feel his lips tracing gently before kissing the tender flesh. My eyes flutter shut and my mouth drops open, a shiver goes down my spine and to my center.

Oh. 

Tiny whimpers leave my lips and I feel his tongue lick up my jugular.

“Armin,” I breathe.

“I don’t want anything from you, just this... please.” His voice has dropped a few octaves.

It’s so much, but so not enough. I feel stupid, completely dumbed by him. My head is clouded and all I can even think about is him, his lips and his touch. His fingers are gentle as they slip under the hem of my shirt to tickle the skin there. Another pathetic sound escapes my mouth.

His hips shift and a wave of pleasure ripples through me. 

“Armin, I-I can feel you.” I giggle quietly and he pinches the supple skin of my hips.

“Shit, I’m sorry- God” He groans into the skin below my jaw and ear, “It’s just- you’re just perfect.”

He sucks gently on my skin, marking the surface with little nips and bites every so often. The warm and wet gliding of his tongue along my skin has me shaking in his lap and every move I make I can feel him beneath me.

My hands rake down his chest and stomach then up under his shirt. The muscles of his stomach tense beneath my fingers. I never expected Armin to be so muscular, yes he’s rather lean but my fingers can feel the obvious divots between his abs. 

As my hands feel over his hot skin, his chest begins to rise and fall at a more rapid pace. His once innocent hands begin to sheepishly travel towards my backside. I try to encourage him by arching my back ever so slightly... and I wouldn’t say that hurt our situation but it definitely didn’t... help.

A groan rumbles deep in his chest as I do so and his grip on my lower back releases so he can grab my face and pull me away from him. My hands rest on the bare skin of his chest as he looks into my eyes and holds my jaw between his hands.

“You drive me insane.” He says under his breath, more to himself than to me.

His thumb follows the dips and mounds of my lips before finding resting tenderly against the center of my bottom lip. He uses his thumb to pull it down before letting it flick back up.

I try to lean forward to catch his lips in mine but he holds me still. A tiny smile upturns the corners of his lips as I try again with no prevail, only bumping the tips of our noses together once more. My mouth hangs open faintly, begging him to kiss me again.

I dig my nails into his bare chest, scratching gently.

“Ah-shit” He hisses, his eyes fluttering closed and head resting back against the wall.

“Kiss me, please.” I whisper, “Please.”

He blushes, pulling his head off the wall and looking into my eyes. I will never be able to get over how absolutely beautiful he is. The cool depths of his blue eyes are captivating; the gentle rises and falls of the bone structure in his face, the flexing of his muscles with every movement is so incredibly alluring.

He taunts me, leaning in then leaning out once I do the same. His pretty teeth showing with every smile.

I open my mouth and poke out my tongue, taking it and reaching to lick at his open lips. He twitches beneath me and I snicker quietly.

“Hey y/n! Have you seen Armin, Eren wants- oh!” Sasha pushes open the door and I scramble off of him, stumbling to the floor and taking a seat there. 

“Eren! I found him!” She calls to downstairs, then returns to us, “I knew it!”

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Wet Pleasures

Fandom: BNHA

Rating: Explicit

Characters: Hitoshi Shinsou

Tags: dom!Shinsou, rough sex, dirty talk, hair pulling, bondage

Word Count: ~7k    

           “You’re such a good girl,” He mused, his other hand drifting down your arm, thumb dangerously close to the outline of your breast, “you never tell me no.”

           You shook your head faintly in agreement, your eyes drawn to the beautiful muscles of his body that you had yet to see before.

           “If you don’t tell me no right now, kitty, I’m going to do very naughty things with you.”

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           It was late, far too late to still be at the hero agency you worked for, and especially far too late to be taking a shower in the locker room. But, there you stood, frustrated and wet. You wanted to be home, curled up in your bed and reading your favorite book, but you were still trying to scrub your hair and body clean from the incident you had earlier in the day.

           Sometimes you forgot just how gross some quirks could be. But you were rudely reminded earlier when a villain you had been chasing chose to smother you in grey goo from his fingertips. You could feel the goo begin to crack and harden against your skin as you ran, matting into your hair and folding into the creases of your body. You had to wipe globs from your eyes and nose, unfortunately flicking the substance towards unsuspecting bystanders as you flashed by them. While you and your partner hadn’t stopped your pursuit, inwardly you had wanted to scream and use your quirk to actually kill this guy and end everything there and then. But you resisted that urge, and thankfully your partner was incredibly adept at capturing people.

           You could hear your partner sighing in similar discontent in a shower adjacent to yours. Shinsou was cursing rather loudly, mumbling profanities into the steam.

           “Are you okay, Shinsou?” You called out forcefully, hoping that he could hear you over the pounding of hot shower water against the cold tiles.

           You caught the grumble of a very angry affirmative.

           He cleared his throat, sighing stridently, “Actually…do you have any good shampoo? Mine isn’t cutting it for this stupid fucking goo.”

           You looked down at your feet, glancing over the contents of your little shower caddy. You had only showered at work a few times before, but fortunately your previous times had encouraged you to buy a few travel sized bottles and fill them with your favorite soaps. You plucked one from its home, twirling it in your fingers as you remembered that this particular shampoo was for thick hair, which would probably help Shinsou’s lavender locks.

           “Yea, heads up!” You tossed the little bottle over the white brick wall that separated the showers. You listened to hear if it clattered to the floor, but the lack of sound suggested that Shinsou had caught your throw.

           While some partners would’ve found it very odd to be showering in such close proximity, you and Shinsou were a little different than most. You were very comfortable around one another and had been from the start of your time working together nearly a year ago. But, there was also something about Hitoshi Shinsou that had you absolutely pining for him. He was inconceivably clever, and his keen intellect impressed you, especially when he used that wit to craft jokes that made you both chuckle. But aside from his charm, it was the mystery of him that had you thinking about him for far too long while in bed. Despite being so relaxed around one another, he didn’t open up much about his personal life, or really any very personal thoughts.

           Despite his aloofness, you did everything you could to please your partner. You never told him no, not like you ever really needed to, but everything inside of you trusted him and wanted to submit to him. He was powerful and you were drawn to him like a kitten to a new curiosity.

           You closed your eyes for a moment, running your hands over your skin, wondering what his would feel like instead of your own.

           You heard another very frustrated grunt from the neighboring shower.

           “Ugh, now I smell like flowers.”

           His complaint had you giggling to yourself as you continued to use a loofah and scrub at the undersides of your arms and behind your knees, and all the other nooks and crannies that this goo had decided to claim as a home. While the warm water still felt like a soothing blanket to your skin, your long time spent scrubbing had the soles of your feet aching against the rough tiles. You groaned, just wanting desperately to get clean. You stretched your toes, and soon you yawned, stretching your arms up and over your head. That’s when you felt the skin of your back crinkle in a very strange, and sticky, way. You stopped stretching and began trying to touch the skin of your middle back, but unfortunately there was a spot that you couldn’t quite reach. Undoubtedly, your back was still in need of cleaning.

           You cried out loudly in annoyance, head falling back and eyes closing as you let the shower water splash across the front of your body. Your desperation must’ve been made clear, as you heard the adjacent shower curtain rustle.

           Shinsou cleared his throat and the sound was closer than you expected. You peeked over your shoulder, finding only his head visible from around the wall. Soap suds still littered his indigo hair, and his expression mimicked the aggravation of your own. You suddenly blushed, realizing he was currently able to see all of your backside. You instinctively wrapped your arms around your breasts, maintaining eye contact with your partner.

           “Um,” he started, eyes darting away momentarily, “do you need help washing this shit off?”

           You sighed in defeat, nodding your head.

           “Yea. Do you?”

           “I can’t even get it out of my own hair.”

           He dipped back around the wall and you heard the creak of the knob as he turned off his shower. You began to breath more quickly, realizing that very soon he was going to be here, with you, in your space, in this shower, naked. You shook your head, hands running across your face under the fall of the water. Sure, the two of you had changed into your hero costumes many times before in this very locker room, but you’d never really seen each other fully nude. Your limits of comfortability with your partner were about to possibly reach their limit.

           “There’s a spot on your back, you know.”

           You let out another very exasperated sigh.

           “Yea, I know. Can you…?”

           “Of course.”

           Your back was still to him as he approached you in the shower. Casually, you handed your loofah to him over your shoulder, and he took it gently, fingers brushing over your knuckles. His other hand wrapped around your upper arm, steadying you as he began to rub at your back. His grip on your skin was delicate yet firm, large hand enveloping your arm. He kept a comfortable distance between your bodies, staying a step back so he could work at the crusted goo upon your skin. You reached forward and turned the temperature up in the shower, hoping to blame the heat of the water and steam for the redness of your cheeks and not him.

           You let out a groan of satisfaction when you felt something heavy peel off the skin of your back. His continued to scrub at the spot, but now more lightly, like he was rinsing off the remaining residue of the substance. You then felt the wisp of the loofah back on your shoulder, and he tapped you with it to get you to take it back. As you wrapped the dangling strap of the puff around your fingers, you assumed he was finished, but then you felt his hand on your back.

           “Why is this shit so stubborn?” He grumbled, using the tip of his nail to scrape at the portion of skin between your shoulder blades.

           Shinsou had been equally as frustrated with all this mess as you. Not only had the motherfucker you two had been chasing cover you both with his nasty quirk, he had coated Shinsou’s capturing weapon to filth. What he wouldn’t admit to you was the true reason he was struggling to clean off himself in the shower: he had been sitting over there diligently scrubbing the cloth of his weapon and tired himself out. Even now, the scarf like tool was pooled into a heap on the shower tiles, forlorn and still stained with dark spots.

           Instead of continuing to deal with this situation on his own, he had hoped you would be willing to help him. You always were, and he had taken notice that you hardly ever said no to him, which was something he found very appealing. He wasn’t ashamed to admit to himself that not only did he find you particularly attractive, he found you alluring and very compatible to himself and his…wants and needs, so to say.

           Shinsou liked a woman who would do whatever he asked, which was only natural, given his quirk. And he had an inkling that you wanted him to tell you what to do more often.

           He had successfully cleaned your back, so he took a moment look over you before continuing with bathing. He took both of your arms in his hands now, gingerly skimming his palms down to your elbows as his wandering eyes marveled over your beautiful back and plump backside. He was taller than you, and it gave him a great vantage point to peer over your shoulders to the front of your body. He could smell the sweetness of your skin, your scent filling the steamy air like a billowing aroma. If only he could just taste you, oh the sinful things he’d—

           “Hitoshi?” your easy voice brought him from his thoughts, “are you done staring? I need to wash your hair.”

           He grinned at the lax in your tone, delighted to know that you were aware of his gaze. He moved forward, wrapping his strong arms around your shoulders from behind, his embrace open and lazy, contented even.

           “Can I at least get a thank you, dear partner of mine?”

           He nestled his chin against your wet hair, and you could imagine the grin on his face.

           “Thank you, Hitoshi.” You grumbled it, but still you smiled.

           Shinsou slipped around your side, lean and towering body shifting to be in front of yours. The width of his body took over the spray of the water, leaving you cold and damp behind him. For an instant, you marveled over the muscled planes of his back, but chose not to stare like he had earlier. You reached up, standing on your toes as you raked hand through his wet hair. Somehow, despite being wet, much of his hair still seemed unruly and thick. It appeared dark blue now, with soap suds still dripping off the long strands. A few strands still were colored grey from the mysterious gunk, but not too many.

           “Rinse the old shampoo out and I’ll try another.”

           “Bossy, bossy.” He quipped, bringing his hands to his hair and scrubbing.

           You reached into your shower caddy once more, picking the entire thing up and searching through it for anything that could help. You found a bottle of hair oil, still mostly full. You shrugged, hoping that perhaps it could help along with more shampoo.

           Returning to Shinsou’s back, you sighed, looking up at the expanse of hair upon his head. You’d have to be on your toes the whole time to reach the strands, but you could handle it. You mixed some of the oil and shampoo in your palms, once again stretching up to reach his head. You lathered your fingers through his hair, paying special attention to pull at the pieces still stained from the goo on the back of his head that he definitely couldn’t have seen earlier.

           He hummed softly as your delicate fingers massaged at his head. He had definitely made the right decision asking for help, especially now that he could feel your body brush up against his back and shoulders as you attempted to clean him. He almost shuddered when he felt your breasts press up against his skin, nipples hard and skating across his wet back.

           Shinsou realized you were struggling to stay on your toes. He went to lean forward and bend down to alleviate your straining feet and calves, but his movement threw you off balance. He audibly hissed as your fingers wound themselves into his hair, clutching at him as you tried not to fall backwards on the slippery floor.

           “Fuck, kitten, easy with the claws.”

           Your other hand came to his arm, nails digging into his skin for purchase as you steadied yourself. You shook your head as you regained your sense of self on your feet. Then, you blushed, your brain recognizing the words he had just said. Kitten?Oh, oh that name sounded so sensual coming from his lips. You almost wanted to say something about it, but you assumed he misspoke—he never called you that, at least not to your face.

           “I’m sorry, just don’t fucking move again and I won’t fall.”

           He crossed his arms in front of his chest, peering over his shoulder, though he couldn’t quite glimpse you.

           You went back to working at his hair, mindful not to pull at him again. It took a few minutes, but eventually you worked most of the crusted gunk from his hair. A few times you pressed your palm to his head, forcing him forward to wet his hair more under the shower, which made him sputter and grumble as water dripped across his face. Hey, he asked for this, and cleaning his thick hair wasn’t an easy task. Eventually, his gorgeous locks felt clean and smooth in your hands, finally free of any lingering mess.

           You scanned his back, finding a few grey flecks. You used your nails to chip the substance off his pale skin, now made more pink and flushed under the heat of the shower. He hummed as you worked at him, eyes closing in delight at your touch. He wondered how far he could push you, if he could ask for more. He already had you with him, in the shower, naked, washing him, surely a little more wouldn’t push you away.

           He called your name softly, and you stopped touching his back, standing up straight and still.

           “Yes?” Your voice was quiet, almost meek in his presence.

           “Can I touch you?”

           An awkward moment of silence ticked by, but before you even thought about it, your mouth stammered out an answer that your brain didn’t screen for approval.

           “Of course.”

           You said it matter-of-factly, subconsciously confirming to yourself that telling him no just really wasn’t an option. Every fiber of your being wanted to please him. You could feel your gut stir with butterflies, explodingbutterflies, as he turned around, the two of you coming face to face in the shower. He cupped your cheek, thumb brushing over your flushed skin. You peered up at him with glossy eyes that trailed over the small perfections of his face.

           “You’re such a good girl,” He mused, his other hand drifting down your arm, thumb dangerously close to the outline of your breast, “you never tell me no.”

           You shook your head faintly in agreement, your eyes drawn to the beautiful muscles of his body that you had yet to see before.

           “If you don’t tell me no right now, kitty, I’m going to do very naughty things with you.”

           Your mouth opened before you realized, “please,” you sounded breathless.

           He leaned down, mouth trailing close to your own, tongue licking at left over water droplets on your cheek. You felt like melting against him.

           “Please what? I like when you use your words.”

           A gulp was caught in your throat, mind reeling over the turn of events. You wondered for a moment if this was even happening, perhaps your daydreams were becoming a little realistic. But then you felt his warm tongue against your skin again, and you knew that this was real. You moaned loudly, eyes closing as you gathered your confidence. His palm dipped low to cup your breast, squeezing it gently, like he was testing your resolve.

           “Please touch me, Hitoshi.”

           His tongue snaked between your lips then, mouth covering your own in a searing kiss. He groaned against your lips at your command, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you flush against his body. Your mind was overwhelmed with thoughts as you tried to make sense of every new sensation that was sending your nerves running wild. His lips on yours were dreamy and lazy, like he was kissing to taste you and drink you in. His body was warmer than yours, with hot water threading down the soft expanses of skin. You could hear the roaring sound of the water splashing against cool tiles, rumbling echoes of the splatters sounding around the darkened, empty locker room. You moaned as you felt his fingertips grip into your sides, one large palm still encircled around your sensitive breast. Your body curved against his, stomachs pressed together, and his muscles were lean and hard. He felt like some kind of divine being, raised from the sea and finally hearing your desperate cries for attention.

           After a few moments of holding you, tongues gliding over one another like shifting tides, Shinsou’s kiss shifted from languid to ravenous. You gasped as you felt his hands tighten around your body, gripping hard enough to bruise. The hand on your breast began tugging and pinching at your nipple roughly. Your lewd groan at his ministration had him smirking against your lips. A hardness was pressing against your thigh now, making your cheeks redden as you realized his cock was responding to your body.

           He used his hold on you to turn you around, placing your frigid body back under the warm spray of the shower. You slicked the hair away from your eyes as you stood before him, the water and steam pouring over your figure. He grinned roguishly at the sight, hand reaching forward and cupping your chin, keeping your eyes on his.

           “Get on your knees,” he whispered, authority laced between the words.

           You nodded quickly, taking a step back and sinking to your knees in worship.

           You tried to keep your eyes to his, but his beautiful, silken cock was now just above your line of sight, the head brushing against your brow. Your eyes widened at the sight. He was big and glorious, damp violet hairs kissing the base. He curved ever so slightly, ever so deliciously, and you licked your lips in anticipation. He fisted his cock, and you sat up straighter and to attention. He brushed the head against your cheeks, marveling at the lustful look on your face.

           “You look so pretty all wet, kitty.”

           Heat rose to your cheeks again, tickling up to your ears, making them burn.

           “I like that name,” you murmured, eyes fluttering up at him.

           Fuck, he groaned to himself, cock twitching in his hand. You were so perfect below him like that, supple mouth just waiting to taste him. You’d be the death of him if you continued to look at him that way and say words like that. He could already feel his core constricting into a tight coil at just the sight of you.

           “You’re my little pet now,” he nudged his cock against your lips, feeling your tongue tentatively lap against him. He pushed in a little deeper, finding the cavern of your mouth somehow warmer and wetter than his surroundings.

           “Yes sir,” you mumbled it against his cock, the vibrations tinging down his skin. He fisted one hand into your wet hair, encouraging you to take him into your mouth. Eagerly, you complied, placing your hands on his thighs for leverage as you dipped your head further down his shaft. You both moaned simultaneously. Your tongue flattened against the underside of his cock, keeping him moist and slick between your hollowing cheeks. His girth made it difficult to venture too far down, and you began to readjust your jaw, opening your mouth as wide as possible to fit him.

           You set a brisk pace, fervent to feel him deeper in your mouth. He helped to guide you, fingers weaving between the strands of your hair and his strength encouraging you to take as much of him as possible. You groaned and gulped against him, tongue swirling with each plunge of your head. You could feel the thick veins of his cock against your tongue and cheeks, the wide head skimming against the back of your throat. You closed your eyes against the running water, finger nails nipping into the skin of his thighs as you controlled your gag reflex. You had never had such a large cock in your mouth before and it felt sinful just how far he stretched your cheeks.

           “Oh kitten,” he groaned out, making your thighs press together in anticipation. His voice was low and succulent, growls continually ripping from his chest. His sounds invigorated you to please him more. You took all of him into your mouth, gasping as he slid down your throat. Your nose was buried in that violet hair at the base of his cock, bumping against his skin. A tumble of curses spilled from his lips, the hand in your hair tightening as you pulled back and repeated to the motion, saliva slipping from your lips to be washed away by the spray of the shower.

           He kept you between his legs for a while, captivated by watching your sweet mouth swallow up the whole of his cock. The feel of your tongue swirling around the head of his cock with nearly every thrust of your head had him panting for more. And then your eyes opened again, water dampening your lashes as you caught his gaze as you nearly choked on his cock. He almost lost it then, using his hand to pull you from his cock before he became too rough with your lips.

           “Fuck,” he hissed, cock throbbing as it once against rested against your face, “you be a good girl and stay right there.”

           You almost questioned him, but you were trying to catch your breath and couldn’t find your voice. He stepped from the shower, leaving you on your knees. You sunk down closer to the floor, hands against your thighs as you took deep breaths under the deluge of the warm streams of water.

           Shinsou returned quickly, his damp capturing weapon laced around his arm.

           Oh fuck, you thought, looking up at him like a lost lamb. He lifted his lavender eyes to scan the ceiling. You sat patiently, breasts heaving with breaths, the heat between your thighs growing as you thought about what he could be thinking. You’d be lying if you said you had never thought of the terribly dirty things he could do to someone—to you—with that weapon of his, and now he stood before you with it, naked and smirking.

           “Now let’s get you off the floor.”

           Before you could even blink, you felt the carbon fibers of his weapon wrap around your arms, hoisting you up into the air as the other end of the fabric looped over a steel beam from the ceiling. Your arms were tethered together above your head, dangling you above the floor and close to the back of the shower. Your body was still bouncing in gravity from his first action when he sent two more strands of the weapon to envelop your legs, pulling them apart and fastening the ends of the ribbons to the beam in the ceiling as well. You cried out in surprise at his rapid movements, effectively trapped and spread before him.

           Shinsou laughed at how easy you were to capture, but soon his eyes darkened as he soaked in the image before him. You looked perfect and delectable, dewy skin glistening against the binding of his weapon. He had thought of tying you up like this dozens of times before, even daydreamed about it when you trained together after work. He always felt a little twinge in his cock whenever he swung you from his weapon during missions, and he imagined binding more than just the occasional wrist or arm.

           He stepped towards your suspended body, reaching behind you to turn off the shower. He planned to keep you like this for as long as he could, no need to waste water. He skimmed his fingers up your legs, capturing a calf with his hand. He experimentally pulled on your body, watching your breasts bounce as the fabric allowed you to move only slightly.

           “This is perfect,” he mused, eyes dropping to between your legs, “oh fuck, kitten, what a pretty pussy you’ve been hiding from me.”

           You let out a small mewl at his words, desperate to touch him. You had barely gotten to explore his skin beyond his cock, and you wanted to hold onto him and feel him against you. You struggled against your captive binds for a moment, arms pulling at the weapon suspended above your head.

           “You know how this works; you’re not getting out of these ties until I say so.”

           You let out a huff, but you were quickly distracted from your binds when a slim finger unexpectedly slid between your folds.

           “Fuck! Oh, Shinsou—.”

           “It’s sir, from now on. You understand?” He emphasized his point by flicking his knuckle across your clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure across your suspended body.

           You nodded ardently, eyes closing at the pleasure.

           “Words, kitty.” He tittered.

           “Yes, sir, I understand.”

           “Mhm, good girl,” he smirked, watching your head fall back as he brought another finger to your pussy, dancing them playfully between your folds. His eyes watched your stunning breasts rise and fall with your heavy breaths, and he brought his other hand back to the breast he toyed with earlier. He rolled your nipple between his fingertips, pinching and pulling at it roughly. He delighted in the moans that tumbled from your parted lips. He dipped one finger into your sopping pussy, feeling your walls stretch and twitch around the digit. He slid it in and out of you with agonizing slowness, relishing how tight you were just around one finger.

           Heat was spreading across your lower belly like a fire, his finger stroking the flames. His hold on your nipple didn’t cease, he continued to pull and tease it as he finally added a second finger into you. You couldn’t help but cry out wantonly, and with the deafening roar of the shower gone, just your voice rang out against the cold walls. He curled his fingers expertly within you, continuing a slow and sensual pace.

           He was watching you keenly, observing how lewdly you responded to the simplest of his touches.  

           “You’ve thought about this before, haven’t you?” He chuckled, feeling your pussy tighten around his slow and steady fingers.

           “Yes, sir,” you admitted breathlessly.

           He only gave an appreciative hum in response, fingers picking up their pace inside of you. Your captured legs twitched at his antics, toes feeling cold and forlorn in their suspended state. His thumb began to circle your clit, sending bewildering shocks of pleasure throughout your body. You whined noisily, tugging a lip between your teeth at the searing pleasure of it all. He relinquished his grip on your nipple, choosing to instead soothe and cup your breast in his large hand. His fingers continued to curl up into your body, spread wide just for him. They were long and slender, perfectly twisting against the most pleasurable spots inside of you. He was confident in his actions, and the steady assurance of his fingers had you pining for him.

           “Please, sir,” you whispered, head sill lolled back, “more.”

           “Hm,” he pondered, “are you just a greedy little girl, or do you like it rough?”

           His fingers didn’t cease their actions, persistently plunging into your hot core. He spread them slightly, and you could feel your walls stretch and give at his actions.

           “I’ll be whatever you want,” you breathed out, puling your head up to catch his gaze once more. His purple eyes were dark like shadows in the night. His thumb glided wickedly against your clit, fanning the embers of your ecstasy even hotter and higher than before. A shriek of pleasure erupted from your chest, a lusty haze settling over your mind. You squeezed your core, body attempting to move against his fingers. But as soon as you attempted to move against your bindings, he stopped, slipping his fingers from within you.

           You were panting, about to start begging, when those dark eyes narrowed at you.

           “And what if I want you to be mine?”

           You quiet, almost speechless, his words like the most sinful temptation. He wrapped the fingers that were once inside you around your throat. The scent of your arousal permeated his skin, your slick sticky against your neck. He watched you, impatiently waiting for an answer.

           “Then I’m yours.”

           He hummed again, his other hand wrapping around your tied thigh. You could feel the swollen head of his cock brush against your folds, making you shudder. Your wet skin was still cooling, but the heat from inside of you made you feel like you were steaming.

           “I don’t know if you understand the weight of those words.”

           “I do,” you said quickly, eyes scanning his face, “I promise.”

           Without warning, he slammed himself inside of you, eliciting another blissful scream from your lungs. He groaned as he bottomed out inside of you, feeling your round ass pressing against his thighs.

           He stayed still for a moment, savoring the feel of your pussy clenching and stretching around him.

           “You know, I think you’ve been mine for a long time, partner.” He said the words weightily, authority resounding in his voice.

           You could only nod your head in response, hips burning from both his sudden intrusion and unbridled lust. He began to pound forcefully into you, fingers bruising your legs between the bindings. He tied you at the perfect height for his cock to sink into you deliciously and powerfully. Every thrust sent waves of euphoria blossoming from your core, your body unable to do anything but react to his movements. Your breasts bounded with every thrust, and his eyes were glued to the picturesque, moist globes as they swayed for him. Your head once again lost the battle of staying upright, reclining back to hang at his mercy.

           With your throat now exposed, he leaned forward, biting and kissing at your delicate skin. You gasped, the pain of his teeth melding with the pleasure of his huge cock spreading you. You felt dangerously full of him, like any push of his cock could rip you open. His heavy hands slid from your thighs to were your ass cheeks, pressing and kneading into the flesh violently. His merciless thrusting had you breathless, gasping for air every time the head of his cock slammed back into you.

           “Where’d all those pretty words go, kitty? I wanna hear you…” he growled against the skin of your neck, lips melting into the juncture of your jaw. His teeth sunk deeper this time, causing you to cry out at the concoction of sensations you felt spreading across your body.

           “Shinsou, s-sir,” your voice stammered between thrusts, “you feel so, so good, ah, don’t stop, please!”

           He picked up his pace, cock hammering into you ruthlessly, undoubtedly bruising your soft, tantalizing skin. He forced your body against him, one hand wrapping around the cloth bindings and using the leverage to keep you against him. Your nails began to bite into your hands, intense pleasure brewing inside of you. The sound of skin against skin saturated the locker room, your moans echoing off the shower walls. Your breasts were pressed to his muscular chest now, sliding against the light dusting of hair found there. You fought to keep your mouth from falling agape, but the intensity of him had your lips parting and incessantly moaning for him.

           “Such a naughty, desperate little girl, huh? You like being stuffed with my cock like this?”

           “Yes, fuck,” he licked a long, hot stripe up your throat, panting mouth resting at your chin, “yes, sir, I love being tied up…”

           He chuckled then, angling his hips to hit you deeper and harder, one hand leaving your ass and snaking up your back to pull at your dripping hair. He pulled hard and fast against the strands of your hair, arching your body as it could against his chest. You squealed at the smarting of your scalp, but were too overwhelmed with the throbbing of your stretched pussy to care. The pain heightened your senses, and you felt every deep plunge of his cock hit harder, more extreme than before.

           “Oh I knew you would, every little kitty likes to play with string, right?”

           You couldn’t nod your head for the grip he had on your hair. You screamed out for him, completely lost to your ecstasy as his devilish words had you edging towards true bliss. He continued to tug at your locks, enjoying every ounce of control and power he had over your body; and he didn’t even have to use his quirk, you’d do anything for him without his influence. This realization had him hardening even more inside of you, cock thumping with more blood as he shoved into your silken walls.

           He could feel your body start to tighten around him, your strung up legs beginning to shake. He grinned knowingly, slipping his other hand from your ass to your stomach, then dipping lower to your aching clit. He hovered his thumb over the bundle of nerves, letting each thrust of his cock allow your clit to skim just perfectly over the pad of his finger. You moaned louder than before, desperate to feel the bubble of pleasure burst from inside of you. But he wasn’t ready for that.

           “You want to come, kitty?”

           “Yes, sir, p-please, please.”

           “Then I want you to work for it.”

           Confusion washed over your mind and body as you felt his cock pull away, leaving you open and empty without him. You yelped in discontent, body struggling against your bindings in a vain attempt to free yourself and bring him back to you. He stepped back, eyes trailing over every detailed of your flushed, used body, tied up like a plaything for him. He was saving the picturesque scene in his mind. He pumped his cock a few times with his hand, finding it smothered in your own slick.

           With just a motion of his fingers, your legs came untied, tumbling down to the feat of gravity. But he didn’t release your arms. Instead, he came and sat below you on the tiles, back pressed to the wall of the shower with his lean, muscled thighs stretching out against the floor. His cock was rigid and hard, pressed up against his stomach like it was straining to reach you. He waved his fingers again, the ties around the steel beam loosening enough to drop your body into his lap, legs spread over his own. But he kept your hands tied securely above your head, leaving you without the ability to touch him.

           “Sit on my cock, kitty, I want to kiss you while you work.”

           You did as he commanded, sinking yourself onto his stiff, thick cock, eyes fluttering closed at the immense pleasure of being so full again. Your legs trembled, having just gotten their agency back and still numb from being tied. But you pushed through the lingering pain, desperate to please him. You rocked your hips slowly, letting him slip completely inside of you once more. The new position had his perfect cock hitting you in all new ways, sending new jolts of pleasure down your spine.

           Shinsou cupped both your breasts in his hands, using them as leverage to encourage you to rock harder and faster in his lap. His lips found yours again, tongue lapping against yours in a battle of dominance that he all too easily won. You felt the entire length of him slip from inside of you, only to slam back and fill you once again. The ecstasy overwhelmed you, knees slipping against the wet tiles. He kept his firm grip on your bouncing breasts, his strength and his capture weapon the only things keeping you upright in his lap.

           From this angle, your clit brushed against the violet curls at the base of his cock, stimulating you and emboldening you to roll faster against him, fraught to find your release. The coil in your belly was ready to burst, and his passionate mouth against your own was soaking up all the wanton moans you exhaled into him.

           But soon your own pace wasn’t enough for him. As much as he loved a show, he also needed his own release, and nothing set him on edge more than having full control. His big hands slid down from your breasts to your hips, using his might to lift your body in his own and thrust his hips up into your sweltering heat at a faster, more brutal pace. You broke from his lips with a scream, and the sound of his own grunts had your eyes opening to see him.

           His head was dipped back against the wall, eyes closed and lips just barely parted. His damp indigo hair was tussled into wild plumes, curving over his thick neck and expertly corded shoulders. He looked like a god below you, and felt divine within you. His thumb swirled against your clit again, and the unexpected touch had you exploding into euphoria.

           “That’s right, kitty,” his eyes opened then, lust simmering within them as he caught your gaze, “I want you to come for me now.”

           The circles of his thumb quickened, his cock still mercilessly pounding up into your core. You could feel the broad head moving against your insides, veins protruding even more noticeably than before. You felt like a toy in his hands, like his cock was too big for you and he still kept hammering himself into you for his own pleasure.

           Finally, you came, screams rippling from your throat and eyes closing as you allowed the waves of euphoria to wash over your body, every single nerve ending exploding with ecstasy and pleasure in intensities you had never felt before. Your walls struggled to clench around his massive cock, the fluttering of your insides lasting longer and longer as your body writhed in white hot heat. His cock never slowed, and your bouncing body was continually thrown over the orgasmic ledge, nerves trying to find purchase against the onslaught of his hips. Your hands were wrapped into fists around the binding above your head, gripping like you were trying to keep yourself afloat amidst the sea of ecstasy that your body was being tossed into.

           You ultimately came down from your high, body limp as he fucked up into you. With a satisfied sigh, you called out to him, “Hitoshi…”

           Your weak voice, and the image before him of your listless body riding upon his cock, had him tumbling over his own edge. He rasped out your name as he came, hot ropes of thick cum spilling inside of you. His cock throbbed and pulsated inside your womb, his lungs panting for breath as his fingertips gripped into your sweaty, damp skin. His chest heaved, shoulders slumping in bliss as he rode out the waves of his orgasm.

           You both sat against the cold tiles, breathing hard and letting your minds come back to earth. Your head was slumped down in front of your body, hair pooling around your cheeks and his chest. The fabric of his capture weapon was the only thing keeping you from sinking into him. His cock was still hard and hot within you.

           After a few moments, one of his hands left your hips, reaching up to grab your chin and pull your head up to look at him. He smirked at you, glancing over the already blooming bruises he left on your breasts, your hips, and the broken, purple skin on your throat from his bite.

           “Fuck, kitty, you really took a beating. Are you feeling okay?”

           You laughed, straightening your shoulders and pulling your body up by gripping the ribbons, legs twitching against his thighs.

           “I feel great,” your voice was weak, but your smile was beaming as you chuckled, “we should probably shower and clean up, don’t you think?”

           He laughed, kissing your lips kindly as he released your aching arms. He helped you stand, marveling over how strong your body must have been to withstand his fucking and his bindings. You stretched like the little cat that you were, waking up all the muscles that had gone dormant.

           You both rinsed off quickly, grabbing towels and finally drying your bodies.

           “I meant what I said earlier,” he said nonchalantly, like he was expecting you to know what he meant.

           You continued to get dressed and thought for a moment, thinking back through the hot haze of memories. Your mouth fell open in realization.

           “You want me to be yours?”

           “You’re the best partner I’ve ever had and I’ve had my eye on you for a while. You don’t have to say yes right now, but maybe another good fuck could convince you.”

           You slung your bag over your shoulder, letting him lean down and kiss you. You relished in the taste of him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and threading your fingers through the hair you had so carefully washed.

           “Yea, another good fuck wouldn’t hurt.”

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