#even my fUCKING EYEBROWS AAAA STOP

[anantaru]

aventurine smut headcanons pretty please miss yoru <333

cw. [ex]plicit, dom aventurine, rough, a little filthy, fem! reader

a/n. i couldn't stop typing aaaa I love this man, he is so attractive guys giggles

without dissembling the obvious, aventurine was crazy, because he could go on for hours and hours if you wanted him to, always seeking for more.

he was insatiable, uncontrollable when he first sinks himself into your heat and moans out embarrassingly loud to show you what exactly you're doing to him.

his head falls back when you watch him gulp down the assembled saliva in his mouth, his adams apple jostling as he presses his slicked cock back into you, greedily stuffing you full.

this time, it's faster, weaved in need, and aventurine tends to ask you too, wants to know if it feels good as you nod at him weakly, arching your back just enough to keep his cock slotted where it was while sensations race back through your quivering skin.

you were swarmed on how good it felt, speechless as your mouth hangs open the moment he finds a good pace for the both of you, thrusting deep and deep and deep into you, claiming you with the thickness of his girth.

"show me how much of a messy girl you are," only aventurine could say something this filthy with a casualness in utter contrast, particularly while placing his hands under your hips to arch you the way he had found to be the most immaculate— so he can feel you tighten, wrap and suck on his shaft with your warm, wet cunt engulfing him fully.

"f-faster," you babble, "go faster," and he chuckles at your sweet eagerness, "surely that's what you need, sweetheart?"  as he raises an eyebrow before burying his face into your hair, a groan ruminating over the thin layer of skin on your neck as he does exactly what you told him to do.

and remember, he was seriously crazy, his cock remorselessly whacking your insides, rubbing without surcease over your sore walls like he knows you needed him to.

messes of spit ooze down each corner of your mouth as you're being practically thrown back and forth the bed, your jaw slacked open as you attempt to moan out something, anything would do, but the continuous blows and pressures on your pussy had suddenly taken over your bodily functions.

"you're close, i can feel it," aventurine slurs messily into your mouth before lapping through your lips with his tongue. he did it so eagerly he almost missed and hit your chin a little, the notable, coarse sounds of your pussy being filled and pleasured adding to the sensation.

"i just need you to hang on, yeah?" the wanton knots in your lower stomach untwisted a whole lot quicker than he'd originally expect them to, but undoubtedly, he doesn't mind watching the fruits of his labor glow into a flowering fancy.

who would've thought that aventurine would make you cum that fast? naturally, he did. he expected it.

that's all that can happen when you take into account just how thick his girth would push through each crevice of your walls, at once and immediate— his temperate shaft crossing your creamy walls like he was trying to corrupt you.

pop, and the knots in your stomach begin to explode, and all you can do was cry out through a strained jaw when he fucks you through it, your addicting juices gushing over his shaft and pelvis, filthily dribbling down his balls as you claim him with your arousal, the white substance clinging on his skin like the sweetest, stickiest honey.

"oh my," he sighs dreamily, "you're way too generous, dear," a satisfied grin glittering over the small dimples on his cheeks.

such excess of your fluids have certainly hugged his ego tight, aventurine will make sure to never forget savoring this moment even in his memories and dreams.

the sheer feeling of his hands meeting your body brought forth additional sparks of emotions that pressed to the surface of your skin, changing the temperature of your complete frame.

your pussy squelches and throbs around him obscenely loud, the only reason for it being just how helplessly wet he made you in this short period, granted that you knew that he'd fuck you the entire night if you so desired it.

and oh, how well he fucked you, how desperately he massages your juices over your walls like he saw it as a sick challenge to unravel you faster each time.

hot to his movements, you tiredly wrap your arms around him while laying all but spent against the bed— but aventurine doesn't stop here, while naturally, his thrusts had switched into deep grinds instead, a level slower, but still being able to feel up your staggeringly hot splotches.

for one searing, hot second, he listens to your tremulous heaves. his hand slides from your hips to your face as to drag his thumb over the tears coated cheeks, holding you delicately in clear contrast to his rough demeanor in bed.

"you're so pretty, fuck, so damn pretty," aventurine spills his deep feelings for you into this, into the jellylike utterance of his words— and do not misunderstand, because he was still crazy, touch starved of you.

but now, his touch was tender, cushiony as how you'd imagine clouds to be.

©2024 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify, claim as your own

#hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #hsr smut #honkai star rail smut #aventurine x reader #aventurine smut #hsr aventurine #honkai star rail aventurine #hsr aventurine x reader #hsr x you #honkai star rail x you #aventurine x you

[stevenssticks]

Now you Fed my brain with thoughts about virgin Kirk or when he didn't have that much of experience and OH GOSH GRRRRRR GOING FERAL PLS FEED ME MORE

OKAY OKAY DAMN (this is the second request i got for this so other anon if you’re out there this is for u too).

i would imagine taking kirk home when he like just started out with metallica. they’re not that big yet, still playing small venues and the after parties are smaller yet. kirk at first was pretty shy i’d imagine so you would just be like “i want that one” and That One in question is sitting in the corner drinking a beer and petting the dog.

like you would get back to your house and absolutely fuck him silly. he’d express to you that he doesn’t really know what he’s doing and somehow that just makes you want him even more.

ohhhh and giving him his first blow job would be a DREAM omg<<333 his head would be thrown back and a hand would be over his mouth to try to stifle his noises but you would grab it and push it down so you can hear him. he would be making the prettiest “auh auh auh” sounds all light and airy cuz he’s barely got any air left in his lungs. and when you DEEPTHROAT or tell him to fuck your face oh my god poor baby looses his shit. he would hold your head gently in both hands to keep you still and thrust up into your mouth with no set rhythm just desperate to cum. he’d be telling you “you feel so good, mouth feels so good.” until he cums down your throat with a little cry.

and when you get to fuck him, i think you would want to ride him first for a bit, getting your fix of seeing him all fucked out under you, mouth open, eyebrows scrunched together and eyes shut tight. you would make him open his eyes to watch you and he’s just awestruck by you moving on top of him. maybe you get tired and want him to take the reigns a bit. he’d flip you two over, getting you chest to chest with his face buried in your neck and would just start fucking you with fervor, like he can’t stop himself. hips slamming into you at no set pace and you would guide one of his hands down to show him how to rub your clit just right…

UGH and praising him telling him how good he feels and how he’s such a good boy would just make him cum so hard. his hips would stutter and roll into you even when he’s finished bc he’s so horny and just can’t calm down..

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AAAA kirk my bb… sweet boy…

#kirk hammett #kirk hammett fanfiction #kirk hammett smut #kirk hammett x reader #asks and replies #jason newsted #james hetfield #lars ulrich #metallica

[tears0fsatan]

oh my golly bro congrats on 350 followers 🫣‼️ for the event hehe can i pretty please request m!reader catching belphie jerkin off and like uses this opportunity to fuck him back to sleep cuz like catching belphie half conscious is like once a full moon 🌝

𖥻 characters... belphegor x m!reader

𖥻 genre... nsfw oneshot

𖥻 warnings... nsfw!! minors, ageless blogs and fem aligned will be blocked, amab!reader, dom top!reader, brat!belphegor, established relationship, desperate demon [...maybe he's a lil ooc i don't know him well enough apologies in advance], dirty talking [a lot LMFAOOOO], semi somno??? not really?? idk, teasing, dry humping LMFAOOO, ... use of the pact against him LOLLLLL [might count as power play? it's not for long tho!], pet names!!! [baby, darling, my love etc etc], fingering [we aren't ruthless here babes], scratching [no mention of blood!!], despite these all warnings it's actually kinda soft 😭

𖥻 a.n... AAAA thank u for ur support anon!!!! n yes u lovely human ofc u can get this, gotta be one of the best reqs i've ever received fr ‼️ i hope this was to ur liking anon!! pls send more reqs the population appreciates ur idea amen 🙏 hope this one doesn't get taken down like my baizhu + pantalone fic :sob:

🌐 % 3V3NT H3R3 @ __★

within the house of lamentation, one demon laid awake in the dead of night. the house was quiet, as most of it's inhabitants were asleep, but the attic was occupied by a rather needy demon. albeit, he was hardly conscious, but he was awake enough to feel desperate to reach his high.

belphegor was getting tired, he had been trying to cum for way too long now, and all he wanted was to go back to sleep. even if he could just sleep it off, the raging hard on and the obscene thoughts prevented him from comfortably dozing off.

the avatar of sloth let out a loud whine, tears building up in his eyes out of pure desperation. the pillow he had been grinding into was nowhere near enough, nothing he was doing was enough, he needed you.

luckily for him, you were awake too. you were already on your way to his room, somehow finding yourself unable to sleep and knowing you would have some success if you were with your sleepy boyfriend.

as you neared the attic, you could faintly hear some... odd noises coming from the room. your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, quietly stalking up the stairs in hopes of getting a better idea of what the sound really was.

thanks to your bleary, sleep-deprived mind, it took you a while to recognise where the noise was originating from. you nearly choked on your own spit and your eyes widened at the realisation, your cock (who was already half hard from your little... daydream earlier that evening) twitched in your pajama pants.

once close enough, you were able to make out a whiny "please mc, i need you." and it was more than enough to wake you up.

as quietly as you could, you pushed the door open, silently leaning against the doorway to watch the demon squirm around on his bed. it felt as though your breath had been knocked out of you, he looked like a mess. you could only imagine how long he had been humping his cherished pillow to try and cum, whining and begging at empty space for you.

you were trying your damned hardest to not go over to him and ravish him, you wanted him to realise you were there, that you had seen him pathetically rut against his pillow, but holding yourself back was proving harder than you expected.

you couldn't help but pay attention to the sheen of sweat that covered his body, nor could you ignore his hand that was feeling himself up. it tempted you, and you resorted to digging your fingernails into your palm to stop yourself from going over there and fucking him back to sleep.

"m-mc, nnh, help me, please." despite sounding drowsy and like he would fall asleep at any given second, his voice cracked at your name in between hushed pants and heady whines.

"do you want me to help you, darling?" you called out, pushing yourself off the door frame and sauntering your way towards him.

"mhm!" came his quick reply, which, admittedly threw you off. normally he'd be more of a brat, he'd tease and drag out the moment for as long as he could. as you neared him, you began to realise that his eyes were screwed shut and his movements seemed rather... sluggish, almost as though he wasn't completely awake.

it was then that you realised that belphegor was merely half-awake, only conscious enough to know that he wanted to cum. you couldn't help but let out an incredulous chuckle, unsure of what to make of the situation.

"mc, please, he-elp me!" the demon's voice broke in the middle of his sentence to let out a high-pitched moan, hips stuttering against the cow-printed pillow.

you hushed him while your hand grazed his thigh, groping the plush muscle. it was all he needed to cum, spluttering as he painted the cushion white with his seed. you cooed, lifting his bangs away from his forehead to give him a peck.

his hand naturally made a grab for your arm, bringing it up to his face so he could nuzzle into your hold. you took note of the way his eyes remained shut, yet his grip was tight like he wasn't intending on letting you go anytime soon.

you let out a surprised noise as the demon suddenly tugged you down, pulling you into a kiss. you climbed on the bed, moving the cum-stained pillow to the side to straddle the demon, all without breaking the kiss. it didn't take long for the kiss to become heated, and you could feel his dick hardening again.

you wanted to make fun of him, but you weren't much better. your cock was hard and painful against its tight constraint, though you didn't have much time to worry about it as belphegor thrusted his hips up against yours.

belphegor whimpered against your lips, doing it once more, clearly proud of the way your breath faltered at the friction. you huffed against the kiss, hands moving down to keep his hips still, taking control of the situation by rolling your hips down on him.

his arms immediately grabbed a hold of your upper arms, nails digging into the flesh. you broke off the kiss when the lack of air began constricting your lungs, despite the demon's attempts to bring you back down. you panted harshly while your eyes raked over his appearance, sucking in a breath through your teeth when you noticed the precum that had dribbled onto his stomach.

your eyes shifted back to his face, surprised to be met with his bleary-eyed gaze. his eyes were half-lidded, and you could just make out his dilated, unfocused pupils in the dim lighting of the attic. he was panting, but he was oddly not as out of breath as you were. it flustered you, seeing him not as affected as you were, though you tried not to let it show.

however, if the tongue poking out to wet his lips that were quirked up in a smirk was anything to go by, you knew he could tell, in fact, you'd say he was proud of how breathless he made you.

"you look proud," you commented, nails lightly scratching up and down his body, "you didn't think i'd just let you get away with all this teasing, did you?" you made sure to grind down harshly on his cock, a shiver going down your spine at the action.

belphegor smiled sweetly albeit drowsily, though you could see the underlying defiance behind it, his hands moving down to grab a hold of your waist. you quirked your eyebrow, giving him a warning look to which he responded by batting his eyelashes in feign innocence at you.

in a swift move, you held both of his wrists in one hand, shoving them into the pillows above his head. "behave." you warned even though you were aware it wouldn't do much, so you also ceased the movement of your hips.

he whined as a response, squirming around in your grasp with no real strength, his hips pathetically attempting to rut against you. you want to chuckle at his desperation, but the cloth that constricts your cock is all you can think about. you're silent for a moment, thinking of how you could simultaneously take off your pants while keeping the demon in place.

he tries to struggle again, until you remember the power you hold over him. your attention shifts back to him and a wicked smile grows on your lips, which manages to get him to lay still.

"sit still for me, sweetheart." the pet name trickled out of your lips in a sickly sweet manner as a way to get back at him, and you saw the moment it registered that you words weren't a warning, but instead a command using the pact between the two of you.

you took pleasure in the way his cock twitched underneath you at the realisation, wasting no time in shifting off of him to shuffle out of the piece of fabric that got in the way between and him. while doing so, you made sure to grab the lube the avatar of sloth kept tucked between the sea of pillows.

you took in a shuddered breath when the cool air hit your hard cock, feeling belphegor's heavy gaze watching your every move. you made a show of moving back to him, purposely slowing your actions, taking your time to get back to the demon who's eyes hadn't moved away from your body.

the closer you got, the more his eyes drooped, like he was overtaken by his need and lust for you. you sat next to him with your knees tucked beneath your thighs, gently propping him up to how you wanted him, your touches lingering in a way you knew would have his dick twitching and leaking precum.

"stop teasing!" belphegor cried out groggily, body frozen still while under your control. the rush you got seeing him unable to fight against the order made through the pact helped spur you on.

you nestled behind him, his knees touching each other while folded against his thighs gave you the perfect view of his plump ass. you were unable to resist the urge to knead the flesh, leaning forward to massage the plush muscle.

with one hand resting on him, your other hand moved away to squeeze a generous amount of lube on your hand.

"wanna touch ya." he slurred out before you could touch him, the hands above his head wriggling in attempt to get you to recall the command you had on him. you debated for a bit, weighing between undoing the command or keeping it in place. though the second option sounded tempting, you decided against it.

"touch me all you want, belphie." without a second to spare, his arms found themselves wrapped loosely around your neck, urging you to come closer to him. he pulled you into a kiss, and you're not one to deny your demon. with your tongues intertwined, it gave you the perfect opportunity to inch your hand closer to his ass.

he gasped into the kiss when you slowly inserted your digit into him, his hips wiggling around to adjust to the feeling. you distracted him by wrapping your free hand around his hard cock, massaging his sticky tip that made his back arch into you.

you adored the way his eyes glazed over as his mouth fell open in a silent moan while you worked him open, pulling out your fingers when you decided he was loose enough for you.

"keep your eyes on me, darling." you aligned your cock with his fluttering hole, holding onto his knees as you pushed yourself into him. when you finally bottomed out, the two of you sighed simultaneously, your head tilting backwards at the feeling while your grip on him tightened.

the sound of skin slapping skin reverberated throughout the room, joined by the sound of belphegor's sinful cries.

"gonna fuck you back t' sleep, jus' like you deserve." the demon whimpered, eyes falling shut and back arching off the bed. he clung onto you, mumbling incoherently under his breath as you continued to pound into him.

you leaned down to pepper kisses on his face in order to silence the moans threatening to spill from your mouth, the avatar of sloth turning his head towards you and soaked up all the attention you were spoiling him with.

"yeah, you like that don't you, baby?" the words spilled out of your mouth, along with the grunts in between your words. you could hardly think straight, belphegor's hole clenching around you in ways that left you feeling breathless.

"mmf, right- right there!" his nails scratch at your back, his legs pulling you impossibly closer and keeping your hips in place. your eyes tightly squeezed shut when he clamped down on you, almost like he was trying to milk you for all you were worth.

all it took was one more deep thrust from you and all the strength left his body, his arms dropping onto the bed while his chest rose and fell erratically. he came, painting both his and your stomach white with his cum.

the avatar of sloth shot you a weak smile before his head lolled over to the side, snores filling up the quiet room. you couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the demon, in a state of disbelief that someone could fall asleep after being fucked like that.

you shook your head, a soft smile playing on your lips as you nestled behind belphegor, throwing your arm around his waist. you whispered a quiet, "sweet dreams, my love." before succumbing to your own slumber.

© 2022 TEARS0FSATAN. please don’t repost, modify or translate my works anywhere!

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[muns0nslov3r]

Reader eating dom!Eddie's ass 🙏🙏🙏

AAAA OMG. YES. OFC .

warnings : bit use of the word mama, ass eating, Dom Eddie, sub femreader

eddie was writing down stuff for the new d&d campaign, you were across from him reading a romance book. Eddie always made fun of you for it in a loving way, but he always thought it was cute.

you kept thinking about something. something you read in a porno mag, it showed a man having his ass in the air. face scrunched up in pleasure as a women behind him, was licking the puckering hole of the male.

you got off to it you don’t even know how many times, putting it in your drawer next to your bed with your other things. “hey sweetheart?” eddies voice broke you out of your trace as he tapped your thigh “m’need a sharper” he looked into your eyes doing a little pout.

your hand found it’s way to his messy tangled hair “just check in my drawer love” you hummed going back to reading forgetting about the porno mag.

he opened the drawer to be met with condoms ( which you guys never really used), a vibrator, a sharper, and the porno mag. his eyes widened as he raised an eyebrow before grabbing the piece of paper you ripped out that was on top of the mag.

“ uh sweetheart? what’s this?” the metalhead looked over at you smirking as he held the paper in his hand “shit- eds you weren’t supposed to see that!” you groaned dropping your book next to you.

trying to take the paper from his hand as he stared at it “jesus, so filthy” he smirked looking over to you “who knew sweetheart liked this?” he waved the paper in your face as you grabbed it from him “ shut up! i was just interested in it.” you looked away as your cheeks warmed up with heat.

eddie got close to your face, his lips inches away from your ear “ you wanna try that on me sweetheart?” he gave you a toothy shit eating smirk. you looked at him as you felt your heart beat faster “of course love” you smiled watching his face turn a bit pink.

you kissed his soft lips as he cupped your cheek, the kiss was sweet. turning into desperate kisses. your hands explored eddies pale skinny body as you stopped at his cock. getting harder by each desperate kiss, your lips were still on his as you slid your tongue into his mouth.

you palmed him through his pants earning a moan from the metalhead who looked down at your hand, you squeezed his cock through his jeans. he hissed throwing his head back as he rutted his hips up a bit. eddie was trying to get his pants off as you helped him out his pants and boxers. feeling your core heat up more, you took off his ripped up nirvana shirt as you kissed his chest leaving hickeys up and down his neck. your hand moved down his stomach to his happy trail, then to his fully hard cock.

you kissed the tip letting the bead of pre-cum go onto your lips making you lick your lips, tasting the salty pre-cum.

the metalhead got onto his hands and knees ass in the air as he smirked.

“ gonna eat my ass out sweetheart?” eddie looked at you with his smug shit eating smirk, you nodded doing the same smirk he was doing. you kissed the flesh of his ass rubbing it before you touched his cock, a hiss left Eddie’s mouth as he moaned.

you smirked rubbing the skin which was a pink ish. you kissed his ass up to his puckering hole, you licked it doing little kitten licks making Eddie squirm “don’t tease” he groaned as you kissed the hole again  you moved your free hand down to Eddie’s cock stroking it slowly. eddie moaned and squirmed while you licked his puckering hole more jerking his cock. “fuck mama, doin hella good- oh fuck-“ he groaned.

feeling your soft hand play with his balls as you pushed your tongue into his hole, stroking his cock which was leaking a shit ton of pre-cum onto eddies already stained sheets. he was a moaning mess. just from you eating his ass out.

he moaned as you gripped his ass pushing your tongue deeper inside “jesus mama” Eddie moaned gripping the back of your skull, you didn’t care about air as you felt Eddie’s cock twitch in your hand moving it faster, Eddie gripped your hair harder pushing you more “just like that sweetheart fuck!”  eddie moaned and groaned as he squirmed. “ jesus mama gonna cum” he groaned feeling your hand speed up its jerks of his cock rubbing the tip horribly fast making it gasp and twitch. your chin and mouth were covered with spit.

“ shit shit shit- fuck! m’cumming!” he cried out cumming on the bed with a moan of your name as you kept eating his ass out “shit- sweetheart- fuck. ah-“ he couldn’t get his words out as he tried to push your head away.

“to sensitive” he looked at you watching you lift up your face as your chin was drenched in your spit and lips all swollen. “ how was that love?” You smiled a bit as he sat up laying head on your chest “ was fucking amazing “ he smirked kissing your neck “gotta do that more often” he whispered in your ear “maybe you could try it out on me hm?” “of course sweetheart”

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[cafedanslanuit]

˗ˏˋ FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS ´ˎ˗

♡ chifuyu & mitsuya ♡ baji & kazutora ♡ hanma & draken ♡

♡    —    tags/warnings: afab reader + no pronouns, riding, semi-public sex, a bit of manhandling (receiving), overstimulation, unprotected sex (pls wrap it before tapping, baji curses a lot but what's new, biexual!baji is canon idc, handjobs/fingering (giving and receiving), they're all in their 20s - you're in college/working, jealousy, humour

♡    —    a/n: aaaa this is probably my favourite ones of the whole bunch!!! c:

BAJI KEISUKE ― the one whose mom you end up meeting

ABILITY TO SEPARATE SEX FROM FEELINGS ★★★★✩ DISCRETION ★★★★✩ POSSESSIVENESS ★★✩✩✩

You had an awful date on the same day that Baji got stood up after inviting a girl over. Knowing neither of you would get any action that night, you went over to his place and ordered some takeout. You complained to each other for a good portion of the night, falling then into laughter when you recalled your worst experiences in the dating world.

“We should just fuck each other― would be easier,” Baji snickered, making you laugh. You took another bite of your food when suddenly his words started making sense inside your head. Both of you turned to each other at the same time, eyebrows raised as you shared the same expression.

You set the rules before anything. The moment any of you even thought they were getting feelings, the whole thing was off. You were not going to ruin your friendship over sex. If anyone felt uncomfortable, sad, or was just reconsidering things, they needed to come up front and say it, for the sake of both of you.

The first kiss was awkward. However, your first time together was nothing short of fucking amazing.

Being friends let you have enough trust in each other to give directions, telling the other to change the way they were moving or to plainly stop.

You spent a whole afternoon showing him how to properly eat you out and now whenever he goes down on you, you have the most earth-shattering orgasms you’ve ever had. Baji told you he used some of your pointers with another girl he had been with and the next day his phone was ringing all day.

One day, however, disaster strikes. You were making out in his room, his hands already under your shirt when, unexpectedly, his mom bangs the door and demands Baji to open up.

You felt your heart dropping to your stomach as you scrambled to get him off of you. “You told me she would be out until tomorrow!” you whispered, to which he replied she must have forgotten something. He went to open the door and you prepared yourself to be slut shamed and kicked out of his apartment.

Turns out, Baji’s mom was a really nice lady.

She said she knew his son was going out on dates with someone and she wanted the chance to meet them. Since Baji had said no when she asked him for an introduction, she decided to create the opportunity herself. She apologised for scaring you and offered to prepare some tea to calm you down.

No more sneaking out in the middle of the night― now his mom asks you if you want some leftovers to go when she sees you leaving his son’s room. She even asks you when you are coming next so she can cook something you like so you can stay for dinner as well. She’s so sweet and gentle you can never say no, hoping she doesn’t think you’re actually dating his son.

“Your mom is adorable, but you should really move out,” you mentioned once after Baji’s mom had left for a meeting with her friends and the two of you were alone. He rolled his eyes and let himself fall onto his bed. “You think I haven’t tried?”

After the third time his mom had invited you for dinner, you knew you had to come clean. She was clearly being kind because she thought you would be part of the family someday, something that clearly wasn’t in your or Baji’s plans. When you tried and explained to her that you were just friends, she burst into laughter.

"Dear, it hasn't been that long since I was young, you know? I know what kind of special friendship you have with my son,” she said, and you could feel your face burning. “I'm only saying it's not too wild to think it could eventually develop into something more. That's how I ended up meeting Keisuke's dad anyway"

Ma’am―

Nothing made you happier than to find out Baji’s mom was spending the whole weekend at a resort with her friends. Mere seconds after making sure she was already there (and yes, Baji did ask for a photo), you were already on top of each other, tugging on each other’s clothes and throwing them on the floor.

Sitting on his bed and resting on his elbows, Baji watched as you bounced on his cock. You were wearing one of his old-tshirts, and even if you weren’t fully nude, he couldn’t stop thinking about how hot you were. How your thighs looked at you fucked yourself,  the sweatdrops gathering on your forehead and the sounds you were making as you threw your head back.

“C’mere,” he muttered. He pulled you down onto the bed with him and made you gasp in surprise as your chest crashed against his. Laughing, you looked up to him and, before you could say anything he started thrusting inside of you.

“Fuuuuck,” you sighed, feeling your eyes crossing as he found the perfect angle to make every part of your body scream. You held onto his shoulders as he kept on moving and buried your face on the crook of his neck. You muffled your moans against his skin, feeling your release coming soon.

Baji hissed, tapping your back with one of his hands. “Your nails, your nails―”

You immediately let go of the hold on his shoulders. “Shit, sorry,” you said, rubbing the affected area. As a reply, Baji spanked your ass.

“Cut your fucking nails,” he sneered, a devilish smile on his face as he resumed his pace.

You snorted. “Fuck you.”

“Trying to,” he reminded you, making both of you laughed. You were quickly flipped on your back, and Baji climbed on top of you, taking both your wrists and pinning them above your head.

Baji’s long hair formed a curtain on both sides of your head as he sunk himself inside you once more. Your legs circled his waist as he moved his hips even faster than before, determined to make you cum hard. While one of his hands still held your wrists, the other travelled down to your clit, rubbing gentle circles around and over it. He smirked at the loud curse that fell from your lips and watched satisfied as you broke apart, body shaking as you came around him.

He let go of your hands to rest on his forearms, chasing his own orgasm. Still coming down from your high, you grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled his head so he was looking at you, making him groan. You started meeting his thrusts, relishing in the overstimulation and not before long, Baji was coming too, muttering curses as his hips mercilessly crashed against yours.

Baji rolled to your side and both of you stayed in silence for a moment, trying to catch your breath. He was the first to clear his mind, lying on his side and looking at you.

“Are you doing anything on Saturday?”

“What, your mom is going away again?” you asked, chuckling. He playfully slapped your thigh and you turned your head at him with a smile. “Why?”

“There’s this guy I think you’ll like.”

You arched your eyebrow. “A guy?”

“Yeah! He’s great. Chifuyu knows him too. He’s single, has a place of his own and I think he’s an… uh… editor? Or was it a journalist?” he looked up at his ceiling, trying to remember.

“Is he at least cute?”

“I mean, he’s not me,” he rolled his eyes, making you laugh. “But he’s a good fuck.”

You snorted. “Did you―”

“Hey, take it as a Yelp review of sorts. It’ll be fun. And if not, we can always leave and fuck it out.”

You let out a long sigh as you considered your options. Baji was a good wingman after all, and it had been a while since you had been on a proper date. If anything, it was good both Baji and Chifuyu knew him. If they liked him, then you probably would too. You took another look at your friend, who looked expectantly at you.

“If it’s not, we’ll leave and fuck it out, but you’ll also buy me a pizza,” you countered.

“Deal,” he grinned. He let out a long yawn, stretching his arms and cracking his bones in the process. “Wanna watch Fear Street again?”

HANEMIYA KAZUTORA ― the one that gets jealous

ABILITY TO SEPARATE SEX FROM FEELINGS ★★✩✩✩ DISCRETION ★★★✩✩ POSSESSIVENESS ★★★★★

As many other friends with benefits situations start, yours started at a party. He mentioned he wasn’t ready for a commitment after spending time in prison, and you weren’t looking for anything serious. You still don’t remember what you were laughing about, but once it died down, you realised how close his face was to yours. It took him looking down to your lips for you to kiss him― and everything evolved from there.

While initially, he promised not to let anyone know, he really can’t help himself when you’re out together. His hands always end up on your hips, his chin resting on your shoulder or his arms around your body, gently pulling you towards him, no matter who you’re talking with. You had never pictured him as handsy, but he definitely was. Especially if you were talking to someone attractive (but we’ll get to that).

Kazutora’s behaviour makes it very easy for everyone to get suspicious about the nature of your relationship. It’s so obvious Baji ended up texting you, asking to come clean about what the fuck is happening between you two. You explained the situation and assured him no feelings were involved between the two of you, to which he just replied with an eye roll emoji.

Chifuyu is someone else who is very suspicious, but Kazutora and you decide he doesn’t need to know the details. Bold choice, since more than once you’ve locked yourselves in the backroom of the pet shop while Chifuyu was busy with some customers― but you can’t admit it’s not funny for Chifuyu to squint his eyes at you two, knowing something is going off but not being able to prove it.

Kazutora is very gentle with you and loves to stay up talking after you’re done with sex. Before taking your friendship to another level, you had never realised how playful he could be, how he can go from eating you out until you scream to teasing you about your smudged makeup and dishevelled hair.

You’re friends above everything. He’s the guy who will take you on motorcycle rides and speed until you’re laughing and screaming behind him, the one who crashes at your place when he gets himself locked out of his apartment, someone you can trust.

However, lately, you’ve noticed him not leaving your side at parties. He’ll see you laughing a little bit too much with someone and suddenly he has an arm around your back, his hand gently pressed on your arm. If you’re sitting down his hand ends up on your knee― always making sure the other person notices these subtle displays of possessiveness and relents all intentions of getting with you.

You’ve asked him for the reason behind this behaviour, but he always denies it and changes the subject 🙄.

Who was it this time? Ah, right, a blonde guy. His hair was slicked back and he had a charming smile, something that immediately caught your attention the moment he entered Chifuyu’s shop. He was looking for medicated food for his dog and ended up falling into conversation with you, showing you pictures of said dog and making you giggle like a high schooler. He was very good looking and you could tell he had a good build even with the green bomber jacket he was wearing.

It had been more than twenty minutes since he had already paid for the food, but it didn’t seem he was leaving any time soon. His forearms were resting over the top desk as he asked you questions about yourself. You had the biggest smile on your face and just as you took out your phone, ready to ask for his number, you felt a hand setting on your waist and someone standing right behind you.

You didn’t even have to turn around to know who it was.

“Tora, I’m in the middle of―”

“I need you at the back of the shop, please.”

“Right now?”

“Right now.”

You turned your eyes to Chifuyu, who looked at your exchange with a raised eyebrow.

“Can’t Chifuyu help you?”

“Nope. He can’t,” Kazutora quickly said. His fingers drummed over your skin. “So?”

You looked at the blond guy with an uneasy expression. He was so handsome and you were sure he was just as interested as you were. You hadn’t been on any dates in a while, but he seemed like the perfect guy to take a chance on. You turned your head to tell Kazutora to fuck off, but every intention you had of doing so vanished as you locked your eyes with his golden ones. His long hair tied into a ponytail. His little mole under his right eye.

You still don’t remember what excuse you said to the guy, but in less than one minute Kazutora was desperately kissing you against a wall in the back room. Your fingers were threading on his now loose hair as you moved your lips against his, unable to help yourself. He quickly unbuttoned your shorts and lowered them down along with your panties, leaving you to step out of them while he undid his jeans.

“Tora, you need to stop getting jealous,” you said, noticing how out of breath you already were.

“That guy was bad news,” he replied, freeing his cock from his underwear. You swatted his hands away and started pumping him slowly. Kazutora groaned, resting his forehead against yours.

“How― how could he be ‘bad news’? We barely talked.”

“Did you see the way he was looking at you?” he muttered against your lips, his eyes closed as he gave in to the pleasure of your hand stroking him just right.

“Yeah, like he liked me. And I liked him too. What’s the problem with― fuck.”

Kazutora’s cold fingers slipped past your folds, making you shudder at the contact. He gathered some wetness in them before he started circling your clit. You bit back a moan and quickened the pace of your own hand, feeling him getting impossibly hard.

A few moments later, his hand left you, only to grab one of your legs and put it around his hip. Taking the hint, you guided him to your entrance, feeling your mind going blank as your friend buried himself into you.

Holding onto the last bit of rationale you had left, you put your hands on his cheeks, pushing him away just enough to be able to look at his eyes again.

“Tora, you― you can’t fall in love with me,” you whispered as he rocked his hips against you, slowly dragging his cock in and out.

Kazutora watched you in silence as he kept fucking into you, his eyes looking for something he didn’t seem to find in yours.

He pushed some of your hair away from your place and shook his head gently. “You think too highly of yourself.”

“I’m serious, you can’t― we can’t―”

Kazutora thrusts became faster and made all the words inside your head disappear. You held onto his shoulders and buried your face in his neck as he fucked deep into you, his muffled moans a fucking symphony only for you as he drove you closer to your edge. 

You knew you were meant to have this conversation sooner than later. But, in the back of Chifuyu’s pet shop, between your pending discussion, the blond guy and the suspicious owner of the store, there was nothing strong enough to take your mind off of Kazutora― and the way he gently kissed your neck as he made you fall apart around his cock.

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[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

Oh my fucking godddd I just had the funniest thought ever 😭you know how u were talking about satoru and his cuteness aggression earlier….. him biting ur cheeks n stuff…. What about reader with cuteness aggression. This is even funnier if reader is nowhere NEAR as strong as stsg because I’m just imaging like. Squishing satorus cheeks and staring at him with heart eyes then suddenly blurting out “toru you’re so cute :)) I literally want to strangle you :D” because he’s probably like??? Twice your height + size and the literal strongest sorcerer, there’s no WAY you could kill him even if you wanted to <//333 or or or just chomping his bicep out of nowhere. I’m not gonna lie he would probably just let you <//333 silly little loser. Would probably compare you to a chihuahua I’m not gonna lie 😭😭 like yes you just bit him!!!!! And yes he thinks it’s cute why wouldn’t he!!! just coos at you when u try and chew on him. He’s so frustratingly charming and funny and and and <///333 but I think. This is equally as funny with sugu because satoru is so lovesick that he really does not care how you show your affection he just thinks it’s a cute n silly part of ur character <333 just makes him swoon even more. But sugu i think would be equally fine with it deep down but jokingly judge you a bit depending on his mood. Like if u try biting his arm or saying something like “you’re so beautiful I’m going to beat u up ❤️❤️❤️” he just 🤨🤨🤨 “that’s not very nice.” (Doesn’t mean he’s gonna stop u doing it tho) LMFAOOOO but like…. Maybe when he’s a little sleepier or feeling a bit more gentle he just. (gently) cups/pinches ur cheeks 😞 tilts ur head up to look at him and just gently chuckles n shakes his head n says something like how he’s gonna have to muzzle you if u keep trying to eat him 💔💔💔 maybe his tone is a little condescending….. in a mommy way,, (lovingly) (jokingly) lectures you as if you’re a teething toddler that just keeps biting and chomping on everything. 😭😭 pats ur hair and smooths his hand down the back of ur head while he does it….. ok I’m going insane. my silly little babies. My angels. I need to bite their man boobs I mean what who said that !!!!!!!!!!

— stsg anon 👽👽👽 (alien version)

STSG ANON (alien version) MY SAVIOR……….. it’s crazy how the stsg hivemind works bc i was literally JUST thinking abt biting their arms

YOU’RE INSANEEEE (EXTREMELY affectionate) THIS IS SO . 😵‍💫😵‍💫 they’re so…… this is the realest thing EVER 2 me btw. reader w cuteness aggression!!!! they’re me!!!!!!!! i know you understand stsg anon but likeee who wouldn’t want to gnaw at their bones a bit……. maybe shake them around…….. they’re just so gorgeous and cute </3 how is a girlie (gn) to resist </3 </3 </3

i hope you realize how up my alley this is i started jumping and cheering when i saw it you really do know me and them better than anyone else… THEY WOULD ABSOLUTELY INDULGE YOU. ohhhh satoru would love it sm 😭😭😭 i think being called cute would fluster him a bit at first bc he just. isn’t used to it at alllll but he’s such a sucker for it…… he’s so strong your biting wouldn’t hurt him at all so i really do think he’d just let you go wild. chew at his chest all you want stsg anon he’ll simply chuckle and ruffle your hair <333

AND SUGU 😭😭😭😭😭 WAHHHHH I CRIED I SOBBED……… so real abt him jokingly judging you he literally becomes the 🤨 emoji personified (but on the inside he’s just ☺️)……. “that’s not very nice.” OHHH STSG ANON MY STSG WHISPERER the way you’re literally psychologically linked w them…… he would say that word for word w one single raised eyebrow and a barely contained smile and i would explode into pieces 💔💔💔 aaaa and the eepy gentle sugu 🥺🥺 tilting your head up n pinching your cheek…….

just gently chuckles n shakes his head n says something like how he’s gonna have to muzzle you if u keep trying to eat him 💔💔💔 maybe his tone is a little condescending….. in a mommy way,, (lovingly) (jokingly) lectures you as if you’re a teething toddler that just keeps biting and chomping on everything. 😭😭 pats ur hair and smooths his hand down the back of ur head while he does it…..

needed to copy+paste this bc i . do Not have the words to explain how crazy it made me. r you out to get me stsg anon…. was this your plan all along……. 😞😞 AAAARRGHHHHH I’M . NOT OKAY. NOT THE MOMMY!SUGU AGENDA PLS WARN ME NEXT TIME I ALMOST EXPLODED 😭😭😭😭 HHH THE COOING CONDESCENSION………. jokes abt needing to MUZZLE you……….. (ari has been found dead in a ditch) thank you for my life stsg anon thank you for existing thank you for blessing me w your giant brain i truly don’t deserve you . gna think about this all day 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

no but :((((( insanity aside!!! i adore this concept,.. it’s so sweet and cute and they would just eat it up!!! they’re soooo indulgent and adoring and i think they’d feel so oddly loved every time they feel you gnawing at their bicep 😭😭 they just think you’re the cutest thing!!!!

#“i need to bite their man boobs” SPEAK YOUR TRUTHHHH all stsg stans want this …. #this made me question things abt myself btw #i would let sugu muzzle me i think. just for a minute or two . just for science yk #tysm for the lovely thoughts stsg anon….. as always!!! :3 i hope you’re doing well and that the sun is shining for you!!! #mwah mwah many kisses from ari (robot version) 🤖🤖🤖 #ask tag ✩ #stsg anon !! ✩

[lxremipsumm]

the second one looks So much like me it’s fucking scary-

#personal #me #picrew #sorry i needed to remember myself without turning the camera on lol 😗✌🏻 #it just needs the neon green egirl hair thingies some piercings and a few other things and it would be 100% accurate eye- #even my fUCKING EYEBROWS AAAA STOP

[miyuwuki]

Can I request Kise showing his real side to his s/o, you know the one he has when playing basketball the darker character, and his s/o loves him regardless? Tsym!

hello love! this lovely meant akashi instead of kise! thank you so much for this request, this is a very wholesome idea

warnings: slight angst but happy ending!

akashi seijuro x reader

i will always love you

you were so confused. akashi hadn’t picked you up in the morning, or steal you from your friends so you can have lunch with him, or let alone speak to you. in fact, he was completely avoiding you today, and even going the extra lengths of putting a hand up when you tried to approach him. you were sure you didn’t do anything wrong as you spent the entire day deciphering your actions and words, and what could have possibly made him upset; just yesterday, the both of you had a study date and dinner together, and it ended off on a good note. what’s with him today? we had a good time last night.. you thought, grumbling under your breath. the anxiety you felt was slowly getting replaced with anger, and soon enough, you felt like punching that prince of a boyfriend of yours.

and so you made a plan; a plan that after school, you’d walk into the student council office and give him a piece of your damn mind. maybe you would have let it slide if there was at least an explanation for his behaviour, but there wasn’t, and you weren’t going to let his ignorance win- especially when it was towards you.

the bell soon rang for dismissal, and eventually rakuzan was empty. you packed your things and stomped as quickly as you can to the student council office. through the door you saw your boyfriend working on a pile of paperwork. your eyebrows furrowed and marched into the office.

“seijuro! we need to talk!” you dropped your bags and crossed your arms across your chest, waiting for a response.

“i’m busy.” akashi replied, not even looking up from the papers he was signing. a vein popped in the corner of your head, impatient from all the bullshit he was giving you today. you scoffed, “i don’t care! you’ve been avoiding me the whole day! you didn’t tell me why; you left me hanging in the morning, then at lunch, and literally every time i tried to approach you! what’s gotten into you? did i say something wrong to you yesterday? i tried to figure out if i did, but i don’t really recall anything of that sort. at least explain yourself-”

“you should leave me, y/n.”

you stopped talking and your arms fell to your sides. leave him? as in break up with him? 

“s-seijuro, i just asked for an explanation-”

your words were interrupted by him walking up to you. you didn’t know what you were feeling; if it was fear, or if it was anger. you couldn’t tell, and all you knew was that it felt like there was a giant pit in your gut.

“sei?” 

that’s when you saw it; the way his eyes glowed. how one was red, and the other was a bright glowing orange.

“leave, y/n. i’m not good for you.” akashi said, looking straight into your eyes. you clenched your jaw, taking a breath in, “what are you talking about sei? i have one problem and you want me to leave? we can sort this out if you just explain why. why are you being like this?” you said with confidence as you fold your arms across your chest once more.

“did i stutter, y/n? i said i’m not good enough for you. you need to be with someone who will provide you care with pure selflessness and content. this is something i cannot give you. my orders remain absolute, so leave me.” he clamoured, feeling an ache in his chest.

tears started to form in the ducts of your eyes, and you clenched your fists in your chest. your head was clouded, and your body was growing weak. you weren’t going to back down like this; you didn’t want to give up. “who are you to tell me of who and what makes me happy, sei?” you mumbled, wiping your tears. you lifted your head up and looked straight into his heterochromatic eyes, “who are you to decide that for me, asshole! i love you, and only you, can’t you see that?” you raised your voice a little higher, bewildering akashi a bit.

“but i’m right, and this is just how it is-”

“to hell if you’re right! when i got into this relationship, i knew about your other personality already, but i still wanted to deal with it because that’s just how much i fucking love you!” you sniffled and cried, not even attempting to stop yourself, “you could commit crime or accidentally miss your shot, i don’t care! you’re always going to be the same seijuro i fell in love with. nothing and no one will ever change that.” you didn’t know what to do after that, so you just wailed; the student council office was filled with the sounds of your cries and sobs. after all, you didn’t expect him to react the way he did today. you didn’t expect him to tell you to leave, or hear the words “i’m not good enough for you” coming out from his mouth. you just wanted to be with him. all you wanted was him.

but something you didn’t expect even more were akashi’s tears slowly flowing from his eyes; not too much, but not too little that it was unnoticeable. he slowly walked closer to you and wrapped his arms around your torso, resting his face in your shoulder. 

“seijuro...” you wrapped your arms around his neck, breathing in that masculine scent you loved.

“do you mean that, y/n?” he whispered, “do you love me that much? even with...”

you sighed, “of course i do, sei. i will always love every single part of you.” you felt his grip tighten on you, feeling the sighs against the crook of your neck. you rubbed his back in a circular motion, trying to comfort your boyfriend. “now sei, why were like that today? can you tell me why? please?”

he let go of your embrace and looked into your eyes once more, the glowing eye reflecting off the glassy surface of your own. you held akashi’s cheek in your hand, and he immediately leaned into your touch. “i didn’t know what i’d do if you ever saw this side of me. to be honest, i was quite petrified if you were to leave because of it; i kept overthinking it so i thought making you leave would make it hurt less. i was wrong.”

you took your hand off of akashi’s check and grabbed both of his hands, bringing the up. “sei, have a little more trust in me. i meant it when i said i will always love every part of you. this akashi, the other one, and every single one after that.” you gave a soft peck to each of his hands, “i’m not going anywhere, just know that. you’re stuck with me forever.”

a minuscule smile formed on his face as he leaned in closer and planted a soft kiss on your lips. you felt the mixed breaths against your mouth, both of you inhaling it. he grabbed your waist once more to give you a much deeper kiss, both your lips dancing in sync, as if it had a mind of its own. he pulled apart from you and placed another kiss on top of your head.

“i love you, y/n. i’m so sorry for the way i treated you today. i promise i will make it up to you, love. thank you for accepting me always.”

“i love you too, seijuro. next time, don’t go neglecting me, and i don’t care if you think if you’re right or whatever. we always talk about it, okay? besides, there’s no one else i want but you, dork.”

“yes, my love.”

aaaa i hope this was good enough for you! mmmm although akashi is literally perfect, i felt like he would get insecure about his other personality— so that’s how i wrote it! please give me some feedback if you’d like. once again thank you <3

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[beneathashadytree]

Hi love, Congrats on 1k! well deserved 💕✨ I would like to request a fluff piece for Aizawa, I was thinking of the prompts "I called you because I can't sleep", "it doesn't matter what they think, I just care what you think" "Can you keep holding my hand, please?, It's fine if reader is fem or gender neutral. 💖

EVERYBODY TALKS - SHOTA AIZAWA X READER

Warnings : self-deprecating thoughts, vague descriptions of an anxiety attack, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : angst to fluff (I couldn't help myself I'm sorry agahsjsk)

Word count : 1.4K words

Prompts : "It doesn't matter what they think, I just care what you think." and "Can you keep holding my hand, please?"

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Shota Aizawa had always been the finest example of the saying, "Show, don't tell." He'd never been one to flaunt his skills as a brilliant pro-hero, always resorting to staying in the shadows while his friends bathed in the spotlight; never did anything remotely outrageous or anything that would make him stick out like a sore thumb; never was a fan of grand displays of overt affection and honeyed words, always keeping his words to a minimum yet his heart and unspoken love at a maximum.

That affinity was extended towards his partner, whom he'd always preferred to love within the confinements of their house, and in his own subtle way: brewing them coffee every morning, buying them dinner on the way home, brushing their hair when they were too exhausted to, getting them small trinkets that he said reminded him of them, and the like.

Despite that, he'd never complained whenever they would entwine their hands while crossing the street, or when they would kiss him goodbye when he'd drop them off on a night shift, or when they would wrap him in an embrace during one of their occasional dates. They were a couple who complemented each other's differences.

So it was a huge surprise for them to see him rejecting any and all of their public advances out of the blue and for seemingly no reason at all. He'd pull away whenever they'd reach out to him in public, even going as far lumbering several footsteps behind them. The distance between them was excruciating to his lover, and they worried themselves sick about what had brought him to this point; the point where they considered themselves lucky if the man even talked to them in public.

However, they were unable to broach the topic, since exam week at UA High had rolled over, and Aizawa had been swamped with work the entire time. They'd barely even seen him in the house, let alone had the time to take him out for whatever reason, even if it were to buy groceries. Perhaps it was intentional, perhaps it was sheer coincidence, but these circumstances meant that they couldn't close the gap between them.

So here they were, eight days since the start of this long game of silent tug of war they were playing---only Aizawa didn't seem to be an active participant---and standing in front of the market gaping at him, five feet away from where they stood with their incredulous look.

"You've got to be shitting me," they were positively fuming, and it was only then did he notice that they'd stopped altogether, "What's gotten into you, Shota?"

"What?" he looked on nonchalantly, hands in his pockets, "Go on or you'll miss the fresh produce."

"I couldn't give a damn less about fruits when my boyfriend's been avoiding me like the plague for the past fucking week," the look they gave him was almost offended, and---having noticed that they'd raised their voice quite a bit---Aizawa sidestepped the passers-by and took a side.

The ebony-haired man sighed, rubbing his eyes in what seemed to be exhaustion, "You're gonna cause a scene."

"To hell with that," they furrowed their eyebrows, their voice dropping volume as their expression grew impossibly sad, "I just want to know... is there a particular reason why you act like you don't want to be seen with me anymore?"

For a half-second, they could see a flash of panic in his eyes, but it must've been a figment of their imagination, seeing as he cooly replied, "It's nothing to do with me."

"Then what is it that's causing you to act that way?" they persisted, peering closely at him, their frown deepening, "I want to know what's on your mind."

"It's got more to do with what's on everyone's mind," he mumbled under his breath, and a look of confusion crossed their face, before he decided to turn around and take off.

They made a quick move to tug at his black sleeve, "Wait!" the worried look on their face didn't ease, "Did someone say something about us? The media?"

Aizawa hated how perceptive they could be; how quick they were to read between the lines and come to conclusions, which were correct most of the time. A look of brief annoyance crossed his face, before he decided with resignation that there really was no point in arguing with them.

Breathing out heavily, he spoke, voice a little gruff, "There's been a lot of talk."

"And who's doing it?"

"The hero community. Hizashi only brought it to my attention last week," he averted their intense gaze, feeling rather ashamed of himself for no good reason when he continued, "They say that you deserve to be seen out with someone better. Since I'm not really front page news, and given how good you'd look with other younger, flashier heroes," he rubbed the back of his neck, staring off to the side at nothing in particular, "Said you probably wouldn't want to be seen with someone who looks like he greets death on the regular. Quoting a tabloid here," he chuckled darkly, no humor in his voice whatsoever, "They've got a point, you know, you---"

"How dare you even listen to shit like that?" the hurt in their voice was more than apparent, and when Aizawa snapped out of it, all he looked into were a wounded pair of eyes that were almost in disbelief, "Shota, if anything, you'd be the one embarrassed by my constant need to be all over you."

He was quick to protest, "I never was."

"Then there's no reason for me to be embarrassed of you!" they paused, seeing the torn expression on his face, "Why did you give so much care as to what they think?"

"It doesn't matter what they think, I just care what you think," he tried to explain, sighing, "And I started to believe the same as they do... I wouldn't have given a shit otherwise."

They didn't even give him a chance to elaborate further on that statement, instead flinging their arms around him. Startled, the pro-hero stumbled a little, before his strong arms caught them in the tight embrace they'd initiated. Cautiously, he gave a glance to their surroundings where people were definitely beginning go stare, before shaking the thoughts off and gently patting the back of their hands, calloused palms both seeking and giving comfort with the action.

"Next time, just ask me, instead of leaving me to think you're breaking up with me," they mumbled into his shirt, and Aizawa felt his heart clench in his chest, guilt eating him up alive at the prospect of them having even entertained the idea, all because of his confusing actions.

"Alright," he swallowed thickly, closing his eyes for a moment of bliss before pulling away, slightly flushed as they squeezed his hand; a silent promise as they started to make their way among the bustling crowd of people and into the loud scene of the marketplace.

For a few seconds, it was all too loud; too intense. Everyone's eyes were trained on them, calculating and judging every move of theirs---especially fixated on him; on the fact that he shouldn't be here, not beside them of all people, not drab, dull, Shota Aizawa who spoke so little and expressed even less, not in his all-black ensemble and scratchy facial hair, not with his scarred face and permanently drained self---

"Hey," they called, their gentle voice cutting through the overwhelming noiss surrounding them and yanking him out of whatever trance he'd been dragged into for the past minute or so, "Can you keep holding my hand, please, love?"

Only then did Aizawa realize that he'd dropped their hand amidst the mess of his self-deprecating thoughts; everything had suddenly felt too much, so he hadn't realized he'd let go.

With a grateful half-smile, he took their outstretched hand, just as he'd always had. Always inviting, always quietly encouraging---he didn't know where he'd be without them pulling him out of his thoughts every now and then when things got out of hand.

"Yeah. Sure."

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[viastro]

all for love | xu minghao

ミ★ synopsis: when you cough up the petals, you’re left with two choices. undergo the surgery where you’ll lose the love you have for the person that caused the disease, or tragically die with your love unrequited. [ requested by @adoreateez ]

ミ★ genre: hanahaki!au, angst, some fluff, some humor

ミ★ warnings: vomiting/coughing of flowers

ミ★ word count: 9,478

ミ★ pairings: xu minghao x gender neutral reader

ミ★ notes: hi guys ! i’m so sorry this is so late omg, i know that you requested it like a month ago AAAA i hope you like it tho </333 i know it might not be as angsty as you may have wanted </333 think it could be better but i </333 hope it’s okay </333 i also don’t know how this oneshot ended up being so long im cryin real tears NAKJESGKDTB

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“Minghao!” The black haired beauty turns at the call of his name, a warm smile forming on his face when he lays eyes on you standing at the doorway of the dance studio, convenience store bag in hand. He reaches his hand up and waves you over, giggling when you speed walk over to him while greeting the other dance team members.

“What are you doing here? I thought I was supposed to come get you after your shift ended.” Minghao asks, taking the bag you’re holding out to him and peeking inside. He lets out a breath when he sees his favorite snacks sitting in it, feeling an immense wave of gratitude hit him when he looks back up towards you.

“My manager sent me home early since it wasn’t busy, so I decided to buy some food for you! Some of it is for me though, since I’ll be sitting here waiting for hours—”

“Dance practice ends in 15 minutes.”

“Hours for your practice to finish.” You continue, and Minghao chuckles when you go the extra mile to wipe away a nonexistent drop of sweat from your forehead. He opens his mouth to tease you, only to stop when Jun, Soonyoung and Chan pull you into an unsuspecting group hug. A laugh escapes Minghao when he sees the look of horror on your face when you’re suddenly yanked from behind.

“MINGHAO! I’m being kidnapped by the three stooges!” 

“The fuck did they just call us?” 

Minghao rolls his eyes when the four of you begin to bicker, instead walking over to his phone to turn on the song they have to practice for the showcase in a couple months. Your eyes trail after him, slightly tuning out Soonyoung begging you to watch him during their practice so that he can hear your feedback. 

“Yn! You’re not even listening to me.” Soonyoung whines, resting his forehead onto your shoulder in defeat. Your head snaps back towards the blonde, smiling and patting the back of his neck to try and console him. “I’ll watch you, I’ll watch you. Don’t worry.” 

The self-proclaimed tiger friend of yours looks back up at you with a happy grin, and you chuckle at the sight. You reach up and pat his face with your hands, before motioning towards the dance floor where Jun and Chan are already preparing.

“Go and practice! You’re like a little hamster.” You say with a laugh, and he rolls his eyes at you. Minghao watches from the speakers, letting out a giggle when he sees the way Soonyoung’s smile immediately turns into a frown when you mention the cute animal.

“I’m a tiger, yn!”

“You’re a furry is what you are.” The three laugh at your retort, and Soonyoung bites back a chuckle in an attempt to still appear to be mad at you. He opens his mouth to respond, only for his eyes to widen in panic when a hand covers his face and pulls him backwards. 

“Practice ends soon. I’ll treat you after for the snacks, okay?” Minghao says to you, still holding back Soonyoung as the blonde struggles against his hold. You bite back your giggles at the ridiculous sight, instead nodding your head at your best friend. Taking a bite of the fish-shaped ice cream sandwich you bought for yourself, you motion towards the dance floor where the rest of the team is waiting. 

Minghao just sends you a pretty smile, practically dragging Soonyoung against his will towards the mirrors. You laugh softly at the sight, sitting down onto the floor as you watch them begin to practice.

You told Soonyoung that you’d watch him, but you find that your eyes keep trailing over to Minghao instead.

You quietly watch Minghao paint on the canvas from across the art studio, knowing that when he splatters paint it can get almost everywhere. 

You learned that the hard way. 

Rest in Peace, Nike AF1s.

The sunlight rests over his features, making his black hair appear brown. The honey-like color of his skin is glowing underneath the sun, and you find yourself thanking the weather for this sight that lies before you.

“Mm, you’re staring.” You blink when Minghao peeks at you with a smile, catching you in the act. You squint, turning away and laying onto your back on the couch. Pulling out your phone, you go to YouTube to watch a mukbang, effectively ignoring Minghao’s giggles as he looks at you. 

He shakes his head, hair falling over his eyes as he looks back towards the canvas and gently presses the paintbrush against it. 

You mindlessly scroll through Twitter for another thirty minutes when you suddenly feel a presence above you. You slowly lower your phone from your face, only to lock eyes with an amused looking Minghao hovering above you. Warmth floods your face immediately as you look at the rather compromising position the two of you are in. 

Minghao’s leaning over you, hand resting on the back of the couch. His long hair is falling over his face, and he has a small smile on his face as he stares down at you.

Unable to think of something to say, you slowly bring your phone back up to your face so that you don’t have to look at him any longer. Minghao laughs at your actions, leaning back so that he’s standing at his full height. 

“Come on, I’m done painting for today. We can go get food.” Your ears perk up at the mention of food, and you immediately stand up from the sofa. You give Minghao a bright smile, and a fond grin forms on his face at the sight. 

“Are you paying this time?” You ask teasingly as you and Minghao start walking out of the room, and the black haired beauty purses his lips, before nodding his head. “Since you waited for me to finish painting, I’ll pay this time.” 

You punch the air out of excitement, and Minghao rolls his eyes as he watches you. He reaches out and wraps his arm around you, stopping you mid-punch. He pats your head, and you turn to look at him. 

You feel your heart stutter within your chest as the two of you stare at each other in silence for a moment. His brown eyes hold so much depth to them, so much warmth whenever he looks at you. To anyone else, they may mistake it for romantic love.

But you know better.

You giggle and wrap your arm around Minghao, “Where are you taking me for lunch? Teriyaki?” 

“I was thinking of convenience store ramen?” 

“You’re so cheap.” 

“We’re two broke university students. Convenience store ramen is luxury, yn.” 

The two of you burst into laughter at Minghao’s response, even though you both know it’s true. You tease each other the rest of the way to the teriyaki place, since Minghao decided to splurge just a little for you. 

As you watch Minghao order your guys’ food, you rest your hand over your heart, feeling it beat a bit harder against your chest when he turns to give you a grin. 

Letting out a sigh, you scroll through the pdf opened up on your laptop and write some more notes on the material. Minghao looks up from his own laptop at the sound of your frustration, and he purses his lips when he sees the furrow in between your eyebrows. 

Without a word, he leans across the table, reaching out and trying to soothe away the crease to your brows. Startled at the sudden contact, you slowly look up at him, seeing the look of accomplishment on his face as he sits back down in his chair once you’re no longer frowning. 

“Minghao?” 

“Let’s just study for a bit longer and then we can go to the night market.” Minghao says with a warm smile, and you bite the inside of your cheek, nodding your head in agreement as you lean back into your chair. You begin scrolling through your pdf again, attempting to take more notes in hopes that the two of you will go to the night market soon. 

However, as the minutes pass, you find that your eyes keep trailing over to Minghao as you aimlessly scroll through your laptop. The yellow light from the lamp beside him illuminates his features beautifully, and you quietly wonder to yourself how Minghao is capable of being so pretty. 

“Okay, I’m done.” Minghao announces once he turns in his assignment. You blink your eyes before turning to your laptop and seeing your own unfinished notes. The black haired beauty raises an eyebrow at the expression on your face, knowing all too well that you haven’t finished your notes. 

“I can finish it later?” You say, voice raising at the end that it ends up sounding like you’re not too sure of that statement. Minghao grins, reaching out and patting your head fondly, making warmth blossom across your face. 

“Okay.”

“Really?”

“No. Finish your homework.” Minghao tells you, his grin now replaced with a straight face as he leans back into his chair. You let out a quiet groan, realizing that you forgot who you were studying with.

Your best friend, Xu Minghao, top of the Dean’s list.

“Why do you hate me?” You ask, trying your best to appeal with puppy dog eyes. Minghao simply rolls his eyes and pulls out his phone, chuckling when he hears you sigh in defeat. Grumbling to yourself, you’re able to finish your notes in about 15 minutes because of your newfound anger motivating you. 

You shut your laptop, causing the black haired beauty to look up at you from his phone. He tilts his head at you when you flash him a bright smile.

“Done?” 

“Done.” 

Minghao grins, standing up from the table and putting his stuff away into his bag with you following suit. You’re about to pick up your bag when Minghao walks over to your side of the table, taking your bag and slinging it over his shoulder with his own. You raise an eyebrow, “What a gentleman. Are you gonna pay for all the food I’ll get at the food stands too?” 

Minghao scoffs, nudging your shoulder as he steps away from the table, making you giggle. You follow after him, the two of you walking side by side out of the library. You both converse as you walk on the sidewalk, the warm night air enveloping you as you do so. 

You take a glance at your bag, watching as Minghao adjusts the strap over his shoulder as he hums quietly. Pursing your lips, you gently nudge his shoulder to get his attention, and he turns his head towards you. 

“Mm?” 

“I can carry my bag, you know.” You say with a grin, and Minghao just nods his head in agreement. You feel your heart stutter within your chest when he gives you that smile of his, the one that’s always so full of warmth whenever he looks at you. 

“I know.” 

“Then why—”

“Because I wanted to.” Minghao answers, tilting his head to see if you’ll ask more questions. You simply bite the inside of your cheek, nodding as you turn away to look towards the sidewalk again. You listen as Minghao begins to talk about what food he’s excited to try when the two of you arrive, and you do your best to respond.

But the tingle in your throat captures your attention for the rest of the night.

“Soonyoung!” You exclaim with a smile as you watch him trip over his own feet onto the grass, Chan toppling over him as he explodes with laughter. 

“Chan, my allergies!” 

“I have benadryl, it’ll be okay.”

“No it won’t!” 

You smile fondly as you watch Jun walk over to the two on the grass, reaching out with his hand to help them up. Suddenly you’re reminded that you came with four guys, and your eyes trail across the park until you find Minghao snapping photos of the pretty peonies. 

You watch as the warm sun rests over his features, making his black hair appear brown in the light. He pulls back from the peonies, looking through the photos he captured on his camera for a moment. After a moment, he turns his head towards you, and a fond smile immediately takes over his features. 

“You’re staring again.” Minghao calls out to you, and you roll your eyes in response. He lets out a laugh before Jun barrels over and wraps his arm around him, capturing the pretty man’s attention. You sigh, laying down onto your back on the picnic blanket as you stare up at the tree above you.

The five of you decided to have a picnic at the park today as you all finally finished the last of your finals. You and Jun cooked, while Soonyoung, Chan and Minghao prepared the stuff to bring. Once you all got to the park, you each ate your food and conversed under the warm rays of the summer sun. It was rather nice actually, having taken polaroids of each other as well to commemorate such a precious day. 

Your thoughts come to a stop when Minghao pops his head up from above you, warmth in his eyes as he stares down at you. 

“Having fun?” Minghao asks you in his soft voice, and you nod your head, giggling when you hear the loud laughter coming from the three stooges. “Of course.”

Minghao squats down and extends his hand out towards you, to which you take a hold of it, letting him help you sit up from the blanket. You raise an eyebrow when you see his arm behind his back, looking back at him with a questioning expression on your face. 

Minghao lets out a fond smile at the scrunch to your nose, before reaching out with the hand he was hiding, revealing the pretty peony. “Here.”

You stare down at the pink flower, looking at the delicate petals that are so soft to the touch. Slowly, you glance back up towards Minghao, who’s carefully watching your reaction. 

“Minghao?” 

The latter chuckles, gently waving his hand that’s holding the flower, signaling for you to take it. You reach out and take it from his grasp, looking down at the peony once again. Minghao smiles, before saying in a soft voice,

“A pretty flower for my flower.” 

Biting the inside of your cheek, your gaze slowly trails up towards Minghao, finding yourself searching his eyes for an answer to a question that you’re not even sure of. Silence settles over the two of you as you just stare into each other's eyes for a moment, trying to make each other out.

“Minghao! Yn! Let’s play badminton!” The two of you snap your heads towards Jun’s voice, seeing them grabbing the badminton rackets. Minghao raises up his arm towards the three, “Coming!” 

You watch as Minghao stands up from his squatting position, dusting off the back of his jeans before reaching out towards you with his hand. You grasp his hand, letting him pull you up from the blanket. 

“You can leave the peony here so that it doesn’t get ruined during the game.” Minghao tells you softly, and you nod your head. He grins, patting your head before heading over towards Soonyoung and Jun, who seem to be bickering over what racket they want. 

While you stare down at the peony for a moment longer, silently wondering why this small gift means so much to you. You gently place the flower down onto the picnic blanket and look over towards the four, watching as Minghao lets out a laugh at something Soonyoung said. 

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you walk over to your friends to play badminton. 

You type away on your laptop, preparing to send the email of your resume to apply as an assistant stylist at W Magazine. It’s always been a dream of yours to make it into the big leagues as a fashion stylist, but you have to start down at the lower ranks before you can achieve that.

If you get this position, then it’ll only be a confirmation that you’ll be able to accomplish your goal. 

The sound of your ringtone grabs your attention, and you take a deep breath, before submitting your application. You turn to reach for your phone resting beside you, lifting up the small piece of metal to your ear you answer, 

“Hello?”

“Yn?” You raise an eyebrow at Jun’s worried tone, sitting up on your couch. Looking over at the time, you see that it’s already 10 at night, but you know that the four are at the studio based on the loud music you hear in the background.

“Jun? What’s wrong?”

“It’s Minghao, he’s pushing himself too much again cause the showcase is in a couple weeks. He refuses to leave until he perfects the choreo.” Jun mutters, and you let out a breath, already closing your laptop and standing up from your sofa. You grab your jacket and quickly put it on before slipping into your sneakers. 

“I’ll be there soon.” You say as you walk out of your apartment, hearing Jun tell you thank you in at least four languages before hanging up the call. 

You arrive at the dance studio within 15 minutes since your apartment is right by campus, and you’re greeted by the sound of the bass booming from within the room. You’re about to open the door, only to stop when Jun steps out with a worried look on his face. He looks up at you, and lets out a tired smile. 

“Go home, Junnie. I’ll take care of him.” You tell him, and he nods his head. He pulls you into a quick hug, before walking out of the building, exhaustion evident due to the slump of his shoulders. 

You gently open the door, and your heart breaks when you see Minghao sitting on the floor, face resting in his hands as the music blares from around him. Biting the inside of your cheek, you quietly close the door, before shuffling over to the speakers and pausing the music on his phone. 

“Jun, I already told you that I’m not leaving until I finish this.” Minghao says tiredly, looking up from his hands in your direction, only to stop when he lays eyes on you standing there.

You’re just in a pair of shorts and an oversized t-shirt, your unzipped sweatshirt hanging off your shoulders. The concern is evident over your features as you stare at him from where you are, and his eyes trail down to your fiddling hands, a sign that you’re nervous. 

“Did Jun call you?” Minghao asks as he looks away from you, staring down at his knees. You nod your head, clearing the itch in your throat, “Yeah. He did.” 

Silence falls over the two of you, with Minghao holding back the tears that threaten to escape his eyes from the pent up frustration, and you knowing that they’re about to fall. You watch as the black haired beauty lowers his head, before covering his face up with his hands, shoulders beginning to shake as he cries. 

You pad your way over, sitting down beside him and extending your legs out. Gently, you grasp his shoulder and slowly maneuver him so that his head is resting on your lap, quiet sobs wracking his body as he lets you hold him. 

“It’s okay, Minghao.” You mutter softly, stroking his hair as a means to comfort him. He shakes his head at you, and you let out a small smile. 

“You did well.” 

That simple sentence sends Minghao into another wave of tears, but you just hold him quietly as you pat his head. A few minutes pass until he’s finally calmed down, and he slowly lowers his hands away from his face, now taking deep breaths to get his breathing back to normal. 

Your hand trails down to his cheek as you wipe away the remaining tears. Minghao just lets you as he stares up at the ceiling in silence, millions of thoughts and worries running through his brain. 

You know better than to ask him about what he’s thinking, though. Over the last couple years of knowing the black haired beauty, you’ve learned that Minghao will tell you what’s going on at his own pace and that he’ll only shy away the more you pester him.

So instead you say, “Come on, let’s go back to my apartment.” 

Minghao stares up at the ceiling for a moment longer, before nodding his head in agreement and sitting up from your lap. The two of you stand up off the floor, and you shuffle over to his dance bag and shove everything he brought into it. Minghao just watches you as you do so, eyes trailing after you as you walk over to the speaker and disconnect his phone, placing it into the bag as well. 

“Let’s go, Minghao.” You say as you walk over to the door, and he follows after you, exhaustion now wearing down on his body from how hard he pushed himself tonight. The two of you step out of the studio, and you let out a sigh at the warm night air. 

You both walk in a comfortable silence the rest of your way to your apartment, only having a brief exchange when you grab his spare clothes from his bag and hand it to him as he walks to your bathroom to take a shower. 

It’s like a routine for the two of you now, as this isn’t the first time this has happened. Minghao’s a perfectionist, so when something’s not right, he will push himself until he can correct it. Each of the guys learned that the hard way, as they would sometimes be victims to Minghao’s critiques. However, Minghao’s the hardest on himself. 

It’s always Minghao taking care of you in your guys’ friendship. He’s the more mature one, more level headed, more responsible — but you’re the only one who can calm him down when he gets into this headspace.

You clear your throat in a failed attempt of getting rid of the tingle that’s been bothering you for the last couple of months. Walking into your kitchen, you fill up a glass of water and down it all in one go, but to no avail. 

“I wonder if it’s cause I snore in my sleep?” You ask yourself, only to glance up when you hear your bathroom door open, a fresh Minghao stepping out of it. His hair is damp as he trudges over to your couch and lays down onto it.

“You want any dinner? I can order takeout.” You offer as you walk over to him, and he shakes his head, simply pulling the blanket over his body. Nodding your head, you let out a yawn, “I’m tired, so I’m going to head to bed. There’s leftovers in the fridge if you get hungry.” 

Minghao doesn’t respond, and you take that as a sign to turn and walk into your bedroom, only to stop when you feel the warmth of his hand grasping yours. You look back towards the pretty man, just to see him lying there with his eyes closed. 

“Minghao?” 

“Thank you, yn. I love you.” 

You hate the way your heart soars within your chest at those three words when you know fully well that Minghao means it in a platonic way. 

You’re his best friend that he loves and cares about.

And he’s your best friend that you love.

“I love you too, Minghao. Now go to sleep, mm?” You say softly, giving his hand a squeeze. He lets out a sleepy smile, before releasing his gentle grip on your hand. 

You hate the fact that your hand feels cold without him holding it.

You stare at him for a moment longer, before walking into your bedroom and closing the door behind you. You climb into your bed, feeling the tingle in your throat turn into a full blown itch as you attempt to clear it. Reaching over to your water bottle, you take a long sip before placing it back down onto the table and laying on your back, convincing yourself that it’s nothing.

It’s only a few hours later when you’re awakened by the urge to vomit and practically sprint to the bathroom, locking the door behind you. Leaning over the toilet, you sob quietly as you vomit the familiar pink petals of the flower Minghao gave you at the dead of night. 

You stare down at your blanket, fiddling with the thread as millions of thoughts run through your brain. Your eyes trail over to your phone, watching as it lights up with a new text from Jun. 

jun: yn i'm gonna break into your apartment if you don’t answer

You let out a scoff, coughing slightly as you turn off your phone. You adjust your position until you’re laying on your side and close your eyes in an attempt to get some sleep. 

It’s been a week since you coughed up the flowers and realized your tragic fate. 

You love Minghao.

Minghao doesn’t love you.

The morning after Minghao stayed the night, he made you breakfast before leaving while you were asleep, writing a note to let you know that he had to go to his part time job and that he’ll be busy for the upcoming week leading to the showcase.

The two of you haven’t seen each other since then, and you suppose it’s for the best. Every time you text him, let alone think of him, the itchy feeling of the petals climbing up your throat appears. 

Your thoughts are cut short when you hear your apartment door open, and you let out a groan when Jun suddenly appears in your bedroom doorway, holding the spare key you gave Minghao in his hand. The brunette frowns at your reaction to his appearance, “You’ve been avoiding Minghao.” 

“No. We’ve both been busy—”

“Even when Minghao’s busy with the team, and even when you’re busy with work, you still make the time to visit him at the studio. What’s wrong, yn?” You bite your bottom lip, turning over so that your back is facing Jun. He lets out a sigh, walking over to your side so that he can sit down on the bed, only to pause when he sees your garbage full of the beautiful petals. 

You hear Jun’s breath hitch, and you squeeze your eyes shut, realizing what he must’ve seen. You feel Jun’s hand rest on your shoulder, and suddenly you’re being moved onto your back, staring up into his frantic eyes as he searches your face. 

“No.” Jun mutters, voice quivering when you give him a pained smile. The two of you stare at each other for a moment longer, and he watches as a tear escapes your left eye.

“Is it…” Jun trails off when you nod your head, reaching your hands up and wiping away the wetness on your cheeks. You give him a tight smile, “It’s Mingh—” 

Jun’s eyes widen when you suddenly gag, watching as you get up from your bed and run straight to your bathroom. The brunette quickly follows after you, and he feels his heart break within his chest when he sees the pink petals fall from your mouth into the toilet, tears escaping your eyes as they do so. 

He kneels down beside you, patting your back until you finally throw up all the petals. You let out a groan, sitting back against the bathtub as Jun wipes away the bile around your mouth with a wet towel. 

“Please don’t tell him.” You mumble when Jun pushes away the baby hairs around your face. His eyes flit up to yours, and his lips form into a thin line, before he starts patting your forehead with the cool towel. 

“Junhui please—”

“I won’t tell Minghao.” Jun states, and you let out a breath of relief. A heavy silence settles upon the two of you afterwards, the looming thought that there’s only two cures to this disease hovering over you both. 

“You know what you have to do, right yn?” 

You don’t respond to his question, choosing to instead stare down at your fiddling hands. Jun turns to look at you, a serious look on his face as he nudges your shoulder for you to answer. Biting the inside of your cheek, you finally glance back at him, finding him to be blurry as tears flood your eyes. 

“Don’t give up your life for him, yn.” Jun tells you softly, and you shake your head at him. You hear him let out an exasperated sigh, but you just shake your head even more. 

“You know what will happen if I get the surgery, Jun. I won’t ever be able to love him, not even as my best friend. I can even end up hating him.” You say, and the brunette nods. He looks up towards your ceiling, knowing very well of the consequences that come with choosing your life over Minghao. 

“Hao may be my best friend, but I’m not going to let you give up your life for the sake of him.” You just stare at Jun as the tears fall past your eyes again, and he gives you a sad smile. He reaches out and pats your head fondly, before standing up from your bathroom floor. 

“I need to go to practice, but please. Live for yourself, yn.” And with that, Jun walks out of your bathroom. The sound of your apartment door closing resonates through your small apartment, and it’s the only thing that gets you to stand up from the tiled floor. 

You walk back to your bedroom, seeing your phone lit up on your dresser. Picking up the cool metal, you tap the email notification, only for your eyes to widen when you realize—

It’s W Magazine. 

They want to schedule an interview with you.

Your phone falls from your shaky hands and lands on the bed as you turn to stare at your reflection in the mirror, heart beating rapidly against your chest. 

The exhaustion is evident on your features, from your prominent bags, to the sag of your shoulders. However, there’s a glint of excitement in your eyes from the fact that you’re a step closer to your dream. 

Your gaze slowly trails over to your garbage can behind you, the bloody flowers laying in the bin staring back at you. 

“Live for yourself, yn.” 

You reach out for your phone and go to your contacts, scrolling all the way to the bottom before placing it up to your ear. You let out a shaky breath when you hear the person on the other end pick up the phone, before looking back towards yourself in the mirror.

“Hello, I’d like to schedule an appointment.”

“Everything looks good for the showcase tomorrow.” Jun says from beside Minghao, watching as Soonyoung and Chan perform their duet on the stage. The black haired beauty nods his head, glancing down at his phone to see if you responded to his message. 

A grin takes over his features when he sees your notification and unlocks his phone, chuckling when he sees the string of curses you sent for missing the pocket in the 8ball game the two of you were playing. Jun carefully watches Minghao’s expressions as he texts you, very aware of the fond smile on his best friend’s face. 

Jun looks away, attempting to focus on Soonyoung and Chan’s rehearsal instead of wondering how Minghao doesn’t love you back. It’s ridiculous to him when he thinks of how much Minghao truly cares for you, or the warm look in his eyes whenever he stares at you. 

Jun just doesn’t understand how Minghao couldn’t have fallen in love with you.

“Are you gonna see yn before the showcase? This is the longest the two of you haven’t seen each other.” Jun asks, and he watches as Minghao purses his lips in thought. The black haired beauty shakes his head after a moment, giving Jun a grin as he says, “I’ll see yn tomorrow at the showcase. I’ll still be pretty busy for a few more hours after this just to double check that everything is good to go anyways.” 

Jun nods his head slowly, looking back towards the stage when the music ends, signaling that Soonyoung and Chan’s duet is over. The two wave their hands over at Jun and Minghao, calling them to come up so they can rehearse their choreography. 

Minghao nudges Jun’s shoulder, “Let’s go practice.” 

Jun watches as your best friend walks over to the stage, laughing brightly at something Soonyoung said. The brunette bites his bottom lip, opening up his phone to read your last message to him. 

yn: i’m getting the surgery tomorrow

please take care of minghao for me

He lets out a breath and slips his phone back into his pocket, before looking up when he hears the call of his name. He locks eyes with Minghao, who’s smiling happily and waving him over along with Chan and Soonyoung. 

“Come on!” 

Jun sends them a tight smile, before heading over to the stage, heart heavy with the knowledge that Minghao’s happiness will soon dwindle.

You lay on your bed, the itch in your throat feeling more annoying today than it has the previous days.  The glow in the dark stars on your ceiling capture your attention, and you feel your eyes watering at the sight of them.

You used to find comfort in the small stars, the memory of you and Minghao sticking them onto the ceiling when you first moved in being one that brought you content. Now all you feel is heartbreak from the knowledge that you’ll no longer feel warm at the thought of him. 

You’re startled by the sound of your phone vibrating beside you, and you lift up the device, seeing that Minghao’s calling you. Biting your bottom lip, you wonder if it would be a good idea to answer. 

You vomit and cough up flowers when you think of Minghao, how much worse can it be when you actually hear his voice? 

But this is the last time you’ll be able to hear his voice and feel like you’re home.

And so, you answer the call. Placing your phone to your ear you say, “Minghao?” 

“Yn.”

“Why are you calling me at 2 in the morning?” You ask with a small smile on your face, ignoring the feeling of petals beginning to crawl up your lungs. Minghao rolls his eyes, rolling over onto his back in his own bed. “Do I need an excuse to call my best friend?” 

“No, but it’s 2 in the morning so I feel like I should ask.” You say with a giggle, and Minghao smiles at the sound. He lets out a sigh, looking out towards his window and seeing the stars shining brightly in the sky. 

“I just wanted to tell you that I miss you and that I’m excited to see you tomorrow.” Minghao tells you in a softer voice, and you feel your heart stutter within your chest. Your eyes begin to water as you roll over in bed, now laying on your side. 

“I miss you too.” You mumble, and the black haired beauty grins at that. You hear him let out a yawn on the other end, “I need to sleep since I’m waking up early tomorrow.” 

You nod your head even though he can’t see it, muttering how he should definitely be asleep right now. Blinking your eyes, you feel a tear escape and slide down your face until it lands on your pillow. 

“Night night, Minghao.” You say, and Minghao smiles softly. 

“Sweet dreams, yn.” 

As soon as you end the call, the petals come rushing up, and you sprint to your bathroom, a painful reminder that Minghao doesn’t love you. 

And by tomorrow night, you won’t love him either.

Jun watches from across the room as Minghao does his eye makeup for the showcase, the sound of the audience talking in excitement being heard from upstairs. He glances down at his phone, opening up his conversation with you to send you a text.

jun: does minghao know? 

Your phone vibrates beside you on the bed as you wait for your surgeon to enter the room. You reach out and grab it, raising it up to your face and seeing Jun’s message. Letting out a breath, you quickly type your response and press send, placing the device back onto the bed. 

you: no

Jun just stares at your answer, and he closes his eyes tightly, already awaiting the impending doom that’s about to fall upon you and Minghao. His eyes snap open when he feels a hand rest on his shoulder, and he looks up to see the black haired beauty staring down at him with a grin.

“You nervous?” Minghao asks, and Jun shrugs his shoulders as he leans back into the chair. He turns off his phone, placing it down onto the table as he purses his lips. 

He’s nervous, but not for the showcase. 

“A bit, just the usual pre-show jitters, ya know?” Minghao nods his head in agreement, understanding exactly what Jun means. He lets out a sigh, before looking over towards the door when the sound of a knock resonates through the room. Soonyoung and Chan’s heads pop through the opening, big smiles on their faces, signaling that it’s time for them to go on.

“It’s time already?” Minghao asks with a grin, walking over to the door with Jun by his side. Soonyoung nods, clapping his hands excitedly as he’s always been one to not be very nervous before their showcases. “Yup. It’s a few more minutes until the opening performance.” 

The four walk towards the main stage, listening to Soonyoung and Chan ramble about how much they’ve missed the feeling of performing. However, Jun’s mind is elsewhere as they enter the stage, unable to respond to his other teammates as he worries for what’s to come. 

“Are you excited to see your biggest fan?” Chan teasingly asks Minghao as they get into position, and the black haired beauty smiles warmly at the thought of you. He nods his head, looking at the curtain as if he can see right through it. “Always.” 

Jun looks down at the floor at the fondness dripping from Minghao’s voice as he steps over and goes into position, avoiding eye contact with any of the three guys as he does so. The voice of the MC is heard from beyond the curtain as they say the welcome speech, and Soonyoung looks over at Minghao with a grin.

“Are you ready, Minghao?” 

You slowly lower the phone from your ear, ending the call right as your surgeon walks into your hospital room. You look up towards him and see the pitiful smile on his face, a tragic reminder of what you’re here for.

“Are you ready, yn?” 

Minghao smiles at the blonde, before looking back towards the front as the curtains open. 

You let out a shaky breath, glancing down towards your fiddling hands as you nod your head. 

The both of you mutter, “Ready as I’ll ever be.” 

“You guys did great!” 

“Good job as always, Minghao!” 

The black haired beauty smiles and nods his head at those who came to watch them perform, thanking them for coming. However, his eyes continue to sweep through the crowd, trying to find your warmth filled eyes. 

You always sit in the front row so that Minghao will see you when he performs, and you’re always the first one to run and hug him whenever the showcase ends, giving him a large bouquet of flowers.

But you weren’t in the front row, and you weren’t the first one to congratulate him today.

Minghao excuses himself from the conversation as he walks over to Soonyoung and Jun, a frown etched across his features as he wonders where you could possibly be. Jun looks over right as Minghao steps over to them, and he feels his heart sink at the lost expression on the latter’s face.

“Have you guys seen yn?” Minghao asks, and the two shake their heads, no. The black haired beauty bites his bottom lip, turning to look over at the crowd again to see if you just got caught up talking to someone. Soonyoung purses his lips, “Why don’t you call them?”

Minghao lets out a breath, realizing that was the first thing he should’ve done in the first place. He quickly thanks Soonyoung and walks backstage to grab his phone. As he heads towards the dressing room, he can only wonder whether you possibly got stuck in traffic or if something came up.

He pushes open the door and walks over to his bag, pulling out his phone and unlocking it to see that you left a voicemail. Raising an eyebrow, Minghao presses play and puts the cool metal to his ear.

“Hi, Minghao.” You say softly, willing for your voice not to shake as you look out the window of your hospital room. “I’m sorry I couldn’t make it to your showcase, but I know that you did great. You always do.” 

Minghao frowns, looking over towards the doorway when he hears the door open, only to find Jun standing there. 

“You… you always filled me with so much warmth.” You begin, feeling tears slowly flood your eyes as you cast your eyes downward towards your blanket. “I’m so thankful to have had you in my life for so long, and I’m so sorry for not telling you.” 

Minghao’s frown deepens at your words, wondering what you’ve been keeping a secret. 

You let out a shaky breath, tears falling from your eyes as you look up towards the ceiling. “I’m in love with you, Minghao.”

Minghao’s heart drops into his stomach at your words, suddenly realizing what’s happening. He turns towards Jun, seeing the remorseful expression on his face as he watches him.

“I don’t know when these feelings began but I always knew that I cared for you so much more than I should’ve.” You clutch the thin hospital blanket in your hand, biting your bottom lip harshly to try and speak clearly for Minghao to hear every word you’re saying. “I was originally going to let the disease run its course because I never want to forget the feeling of loving you and the warmth you brought me.” 

You raise your hand up and wipe away the tears falling from your eyes, “But I decided to get the surgery, so that’s why I couldn’t make it to your showcase today.” 

Minghao’s eyes widen, and he quickly grabs his bag, throwing everything inside. Jun walks over, resting a hand on Minghao’s shoulder to try and talk to him, only for the latter to shrug his hand off as he listens to your words.

“I’ll always be grateful that you were my first love.” 

Minghao throws the bag over his shoulder and runs out of the dressing room, tears falling from his eyes as he ignores Jun’s shouts from behind him.

“I’m so sorry that I’ll no longer be able to give you that love, and I know that I’ll always regret losing you, but I have to do this.” 

Minghao sprints down the hallway, shoving open the door and being hit with a wave of the warm summer air. He frantically looks around, breathing heavily as he starts running in the direction of the hospital, hearing your last words to him through his phone.

“I want to live, Minghao.”

“You just need to stay here overnight to make sure there were no complications in your surgery, but everything went smoothly.” Dr. Jung tells you, and you nod your head as the nurse helps you sit up on the bed. The sound of your beating heart is heard in your ears, and you raise your hand up, resting it on your chest as you feel it beat against your hand. 

You’re alive.

The sound of running feet is heard down the hallway, and you pause when you hear it come to a stop. Feeling a pair of eyes on you, you look over towards the door, only to lock eyes with the familiar pair that always held warmth in them when they saw you. 

You see none of the warmth as he stares at you, instead finding an indecipherable emotion to them. His eyes searching yours to find the answer to the question he doesn’t dare to ask. 

You have no doubt that yours once held a familiar weight to them as his do right now. 

“Yn—” 

You turn away from him, effectively answering the question he was about to ask. Minghao’s heart falls in his chest when you give your surgeon a tight smile as the man exits the room along with the nurse, giving the black haired beauty a pitiful look. 

“Yn.” Minghao says as he walks over to your hospital bed, standing before you as you look out the window. “Yn, please.”

“It’s not your fault.” You mutter quietly, and he pauses. You slowly turn your head to look up at him, giving him a small smile that holds no affection, no love. “Don’t blame yourself for what I had to do.”

“Why,” Minghao looks down at the floor, trying to bring his breathing back to normal as he musters up the courage to continue. “Why didn’t you tell me?” 

You stare at the man you once loved. His black hair is styled to reveal his forehead, eyeliner adorning his eyes along with dark eyeshadow. Before, your heart would’ve been racing as you stared at the pretty man in front of you. However, you feel none of the warmth that you used to as he looks back up towards you. 

You give him a close-lipped smile, “Because I loved you, Minghao.” 

He bites his bottom lip, looking down at his feet in defeat as the tears begin to fall from his eyes. Raising his hands up to his face, he wonders if this is all just a nightmare. That you never got hanahaki, that you never got the surgery…

That you still love him. 

“Minghao! Yn!” The two of you turn towards the door, finding Jun, Soonyoung, and Chan standing there, chests rising and falling as they try to catch their breath. You let out a fond smile when you see your friends, but they just stare between you and Minghao with conflicting expressions on their faces. 

“Yn, are you okay?” Soonyoung asks, walking up to your bedside along with Chan while Jun just stares at Minghao, feeling guilty at the heartbroken expression that adorns Minghao’s features. 

You nod your head at the blonde, “I’m feeling okay, don’t worry. Sorry I couldn’t make it today.” 

Soonyoung just gives you a tight smile, reaching out and patting your hand as he turns back to look towards Minghao. The black haired beauty just stands there, staring at the floor with pain stricken eyes and slumped shoulders. 

“I think we should take Minghao back to his apartment.” Chan says, and you nod your head in understanding. Your eyes trail over towards the pretty man, and Jun sees no emotion in your gaze as you stare at Minghao. You look up towards Jun, catching his eye as you send him a small smile. “I’ll see you guys later.” 

“We’ll come visit with food later.” Soonyoung tells you, and you grin. You raise your hand up and wave towards the four, and the three of them return the gesture. Minghao just turns to look at you for a moment, heartbreak evident in his eyes as his eyes look over your features, as if to remember. 

Minghao clenches his fist at his side, before turning and walking out of the room without another word. Jun quickly follows after him in panic after waving at you one more time, and you just let out a breath as Soonyoung and Chan go after them.

“Minghao!” Jun calls out, following Minghao all the way out the hospital. The brunette rests a hand over his chest, trying to even out his breathing as he speeds up to reach out towards his heartbroken best friend.

“MINGHAO!” Jun yells, finally grabbing the latter’s arm, causing the two of them to stop and catch their breaths on the sidewalk. Minghao raises his hands up to his hair, gripping on the strands as multiple emotions flood through him. 

“Why are you so devastated? They’re alive, Minghao. Isn’t that what matters?” Jun asks, looking at Minghao with a furrow to his brow as the black haired beauty looks around with frantic eyes. Jun grabs Minghao’s other arm and shakes the man, “Minghao!” 

“I don’t know!” Minghao exclaims as he finally faces Jun, tears running down his face as he stares at him. He bites his bottom lip, swallowing the lump in his throat as numerous questions flow through his mind. 

Minghao’s always been the more composed between the two of them, with everyone agreeing that he’s quite mature. However, as Jun stares at his friend before him, he no longer sees the collected Minghao that he’s grown to know over the years. 

“I don’t know what I’m feeling! I-I can’t begin to explain how much it hurts.” Minghao says, resting a hand over his heart as he feels a sob bubble up in his chest. Jun kneels down in worry as Minghao doubles over, sobs wracking his body as he raises his hands to cover his face.

“Minghao, let’s take you back to your apartment. We can talk there.” Jun tells him, and Minghao doesn’t respond, continuing to sob into his hands.

“Minghao, please—Minghao?!” Jun’s eyes widen with worry when Minghao abruptly pulls away, nausea apparent on his features as he steps back into the wall of the building. The black haired beauty turns around into the alley and doubles over as he vomits. 

Jun takes a step forward to pat Minghao’s back as a means to comfort him, only for his mouth to drop open in horror at the sight that lays before him. 

Pink peony petals are scattered across the pavement, blood splattered onto them as they begin to fly down the alley with the wind. 

Minghao breathes heavily at all the flower petals surrounding him, cheeks wet from the tears that fell from his eyes. His knees buckle and he falls onto the pavement, hands resting on top of the pile of pink flowers that escaped his system.

Jun sucks in a shaky breath, “Hao—”

“Don’t.” Minghao breathes, and Jun closes his mouth. 

Minghao slowly lifts up the blood splattered peony petals in his hands, feeling his bottom lip tremble from the memory of that beautiful day. Silence falls over the two of them as they stare at the cursed flowers that have brought so much heartbreak.

As a single tear falls from Minghao’s eye, he’s left wondering when his fate became so twisted.

one year later

You walk down the sidewalk, breathing in the warm, summer air as you do so. Shoving your hands into your pockets, you gaze around at your surroundings as you head to the event, only to stop when you lay eyes on the flower shop.

It’s been a year since you’ve gotten the surgery, and life’s been going well for you. You went to the interview at W Magazine and were hired a couple weeks later. You’re still far from your goal, but you’ve taken a step, and that’s more than enough. 

You and Minghao never spoke after he left your hospital room.

You’ve kept in contact with Jun, Soonyoung and Chan, as they were also your best friends. However, you know in your heart that it’s not the same. A bit of distance has grown between the four of you, but the love is still there.

Love. 

You think love is a crooked concept.

You let out a breath as you stare at the pink peony flowers, the memories flooding back into the forefront of your mind. You reach out and take a single peony, twisting the flower in your fingers as Minghao’s words play in your head.

“A pretty flower for my flower.” 

“Minghao!” The newly dyed blonde turns his head in the direction where he heard his name be called, only to let out a laugh when Jun, Soonyoung and Chan engulf him in a group hug. 

The sounds of the cheers from behind the curtain are still loud as the showcase has just ended, and it fills Minghao with the feeling of accomplishment as he excitedly converses with his friends.

It’s been a year since Minghao found out that you had hanahaki, and it’s been less than a year since Minghao got the surgery to remove the roots of the flower from his own lungs. 

You never learned that Minghao loved you.

“Let’s go and thank those who came so that we can go out for celebratory bbq.” Jun says with a happy smile, watching as Soonyoung and Chan nod their heads in agreement. The two begin to discuss the amount of food they’re going to order as they walk off the stage, but Jun stays back, staring at Minghao who seems to be deep in thought.

“Hao.” The blonde looks up towards Jun and he lets out a friendly grin. “Sorry, I was thinking of something.” 

“Thinking of what?” Jun asks, and Minghao simply shrugs his shoulders. 

“Nothing important anymore.” 

Minghao chuckles at Soonyoung and Chan beginning to bicker as they head towards Jun’s car, only for the blonde to pause when he reaches into his pocket to find nothing. Jun raises an eyebrow at Minghao’s concerned expression, “Did you forget something?” 

The blonde lets out an apologetic smile as he nods his head, already turning to head back into the auditorium, “I just forgot my airpods, I’ll be right back!” 

“Hurry or else we’ll leave you!” Chan calls out after him, and Minghao sends him a disappointed thumbs down as he begins to run back inside.  

Pushing open the doors, he smiles and bows towards the rest of the staff that are still in the building. He heads towards the dressing room and opens the door, letting out a breath of relief when he sees his airpods case sitting on the table. 

“Good thing no one took them.” Minghao mutters to himself as he walks over and grabs them. His eyes look up towards the mirror, only to pause when he sees what rests on the couch behind him. Slowly, he turns around and lays eyes on the bouquet of flowers. 

The familiar pink peonies are wrapped beautifully in brown paper, and there’s a single white peony in the middle of the arrangement, a stark contrast to the soft pink of the other peonies surrounding it.

Minghao bites his bottom lip and walks over towards the bouquet, seeing the envelope resting over the flowers. He reaches out and picks up the envelope, opening it up and taking out the card, only for a shaky breath to leave him when he reads the message.

you did well.

- ❀

You look up towards the sky as you walk to the bus stop, watching as the clouds move across the horizon. You wonder what it would be like to be able to touch the clouds, to grasp them in your hands.

The vibration of your phone cuts you off from your thoughts, and you pull it out of your pocket. Your heart stutters when you lay eyes on the notification, and you immediately unlock your phone, opening up the message.

minghao: thank you, my flower.

You let out a quiet laugh at the nickname, feeling something akin to warmth flood your system as you pocket your phone.

The feeling is foreign to you now, having been unfamiliar for over a year. It may not be the same, but it’s the closest you feel you’re ever going to get.

Tears suddenly fall past your eyes as you look up towards the pink clouds, and you wipe them away with the back of your hand. A sigh leaves your lips as you lower your head, now looking down at the sidewalk as your vision blurs from the tears flooding your eyes.

As you begin to walk towards the bus stop again, you’re left wondering why you’re even crying in the first place.

In China, peony is a traditional flower symbol and is called 牡丹 (mǔdān) which means “the most beautiful.” 

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My Girl - Michael Gray oneshot

Summary: You and Michael have always had sexual tension, from what started off as playful flirting has turned to actual feelings and most of all lust. So one night when you are doing last minute paperwork and Michael is making it so you can’t concentrate, a stare across a room leads to desk sex

Warnings: smut, fingering, desk sex?? vaginal sex, hair pulling, michael gray being hot!! fluff at the beginning, and its 1am i just got the idea for this sp possible grammar errors and yeah that’s it enjoy

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It was late at night when you were still in your office finishing off some paperwork Tommy had asked you to complete before tomorrow. Of course you took on the workload but you slightly underestimated how much there was to get through. Though you’d managed to get through a good chunk, you couldn’t help but feel distracted with the pair of eyes across the room that were fixated on you as you worked. Michael. He was your…you weren’t even sure what you two were anymore. You both would constantly tease and flirt with each other and though it started out as a joke – Michael’s stupid pick-up lines and your over the top, ridiculous attempts at seducing him – it all felt very real now. Your eye roll that usually followed his pick-up lines had been replaced by flustered mumbling and his sarcastic laugh that followed your teasing had been replaced with a fluttery feeling in the pit of his stomach. It would be a lie to say that no one felt the tension whenever you two were in a room together and it would be a lie to say that you both didn’t constantly have the other person on their mind, pretty much twenty four-seven.

Your eyes scanned the same sentence that you had skimmed over four times already, yet not properly taken in. You felt hot under Michael’s gaze, it made you almost squirm in your seat.

You swear he hadn’t looked away for a second in the past twenty minutes.

After rolling the pencil between your fingers, trying your hardest, one last time, to concentrate, you finally looked up to meet Michael’s stare.

“Do you like what you see?” Your eyebrows raised as you swiftly sat back in your chair, you legs crossing one another, moving slowly on purpose. Michael’s eyes darted away from your face momentarily to look at your legs before he replied,

“You know I always do.” He smirked confidently as he noticed your smooth façade crack at his words, your cheeks dusting with pink and you fiddled with the pencil in your hands. His smirk faded slightly as he noticed your nervous shift in body language,

“Do I make you uncomfortable, Y/N?”

You looked up at him quickly, shaking your head reassuringly, “no, I just,” you paused, during which you couldn’t help the grin spread across your face, “I can’t concentrate when you look at me like that.”

He grinned back at you, looking at the floor for a moment before he responded,

“Can you blame me, when you always look so stunning?”

Shaking your head gently unbelievingly whilst letting out a small giggle, you put the pencil back on the table before putting your elbows on the desk and resting your chin on your hands. Your cheeks were still so blushed were from his comments, you almost didn’t reply,

“Are you flirting with me, Michael?”

He uncrossed his legs and leaned forward towards you, his elbows on the opposite side of your desk, your faces inches away, “Yes. Is it working?”

His hot breath fanned against your lips as he made the gap between you both slightly shorter. His lips were centimetres away from yours and you felt your heart hammer in your chest with anticipation.

“Yes.” Was all you muttered out before closing the gap fully between the two of you. His soft lips hitting yours ever so gentle and soft. As if he were scared he would break you. Your hands raised to wrap themselves around the back of his neck as he stood up slightly and pulled you over your desk, knocking quite a few things off in the process before you were sat on the edge of your desk with Michael stood between your legs. You were about to protest about Tommy’s paperwork but was cut of with a gasp as Michael began to kiss his way down your neck, kissing slightly rougher than he had your lips. He took his time as he sucked his way down your neck all the way down to your collarbone as his hands gripped your hips, drawing lazy circles on them. He looked up at you when he reached the top of your shirt and you nodded, encouraging him to take it off.

He did.

He unbuttoned your shirt, his warm hands brushing against the skin of your arms as he slid it off you, sending a shiver down your spine. You sat in just your skirt and bra now as Michael leaned in to kiss you again, this time it was rougher. It was forceful and you sank into it with ease, a floaty feeling washing over you so you didn’t even realise he had taken your bra off until you felt the cold air hit your hard nipples. That feeling was eased straight away as Michael wrapped his lips around one of your nipples, sucking it and nipping at it while his hand pinched your other one.

“Michael.” His name came out as a breathy moan as you arched your back, almost trying to squirm away from his touch which only made him step closer to you. His clothed hard cock pressed against your clothed cunt as he took your other nipple in his mouth making you whine his name softly again.

Michael’s pulled away from your breasts, the cold air now teasing your nipples as one of his hands began tracing little patterns on your thigh underneath your skirt. Your breath hitched as his fingertips reached your panties and he stopped to toy with the lace before yanking it aside and running his fingers teasingly over your entrance,

“So marvellously wet for me.”

“Michael…fuck- please stop teasing m-” you managed to whine out at first before you broke off with a louder moan when his hand dragged up to your clit and began to slowly rub circles on it. He continued to draw circles on your clit agonisingly slow as he brought his lips against your ear,

“If you don’t like my teasing, why are you moaning?” He smirked against the skin below your ear as he pushed a finger inside of you, a line of expletives rolling off your tongue.

“Michael, please,” you whined as he began thrusting his finger in and out of you slowly.

“Tell me what you want and I might just give it to you,” he finished his sentence off by taking your earlobe between his teeth and dragging it slightly. You moaned in frustration, unable to get your words out as Michael added another finger to you, stretching you ever so slightly.

“Please, I want you, I want you to fuck me,” you whined out needily. As soon as the words left your mouth his hand was gone from in-between your legs, replaced instead with a dull aching sensation. He reached down to undo his belt and you reached out to unbutton his waistcoat and then his shirt. Pulling the waistcoat off his shoulders and unbuttoning his shirt you discarded them both on the floor before running your hands over his chest in awe. He dragged your skirt down your legs and your panties down as you lifted your hips slightly, also discarding your items of clothing on the floor.

Pulling his cock free from his boxers, you saw he was fully hard. Not only that, but he was huge. You widened your eyes slightly and he noticed immediately.

Resting his forehead gently against yours, “do you want this, Y/N?”

His eyes were sincere as they looked into yours, awaiting an answer.

“Yes, make me yours.”

Yours. He felt his stomach flip at the very word. His.

That was all the confirmation he needed before placing himself once again between your legs, Pulling them slightly more apart as he lined up with your entrance and slowly beginning to push inside you. You hissed as he stretched you out, his cock fitting tightly inside your cunt, the slight burning pain being overridden by the pleasure of being full to the brim with Michael’s cock.

He stilled inside you for a minute to let you properly adjust to his size, and it wasn’t long before you were asking him to move inside of you.

“Gosh Y/N, I can’t believe I’ve waited so long before doing this. Fuck…” he moaned lowly into your hair, resting his head on your shoulder momentarily.

“Aaaa…fuck, me too,” you moaned in agreement, you’ll never know why you both just allowed the tension to grow between you.

“Michael, god, that feels so good,” you cried out as he shifted your legs slightly. Placing his hands on the underside of your thighs he quickened his pace, his cock inside you feeling so good. Every nerve felt like bliss, you felt like you were on ecstasy, everything felt so good all at once as Michael brought a hand up to toy with one of your breasts. This feeling was a thousand times better than just your imagination could have ever created. You were both one now. Circling your hips in sync with his deep and sharp thrusts inside of you.

His hand pulled away from your breast and reached up to your head, pulling roughly on your hair as he buried his hand in your hair. Jerking your head to the side with his hair tightly in his fist he attached his lips to the side of your neck, instantly finding your sweet spot. Smirking against your skin once again he sucked on your neck.

“Mmm-Michael I- I’m close,” you barely managed to form coherent words as the build up of tension in your lower abdomen grew significantly as Michael hit a spot inside you that left you seeing stars, basically falling apart beneath him.

“I know, fuck, come with me,” he whined roughly against your neck, your hair still gathered in his hand as he pulled it harder. He thrusted repeatedly against your g-spot inside of you and your eyes rolled back as you squeezed around Michael’s cock, making it twitch inside of you.

“Come with me.”

You didn’t need to be told twice, the slight pain from the hair pulling, the fingers lazily drawing circles on your clit, his cock hitting your g-spot, it all sent you over the edge, your orgasm washing over you with force, causing you to shake slightly. Your walls squeezed Michael’s cock which sent him over the edge too, his hot release painting your walls as your grinded your hips in sync with his thrusts to ride both of your orgasms out.

Your hips finally came to a stop as you both steadied your breathing before Michael pulled out of you, causing you to whine slightly at the feeling of being empty. You both stopped to look around at the mess you made; all of your papers were on the floor, scattered here and there, all out the orders you had filed them in.

Michael smirked before looking back at you, “I’m sure Tommy’s paperwork can wait a little longer.”

You grinned, understanding instantly, “it can wait all night.”

“That’s my girl,” he grinned back at you before once again attacking your neck but you pushed him away slightly making him look at you with concern.

“My girl? So are we…” You bit your lip in hesitation.

“Dating? Of course, only if you want to, my love.” He smiled nervously awaiting a response, the glisten in his eyes genuine.

“Of course I do.”

#michael gray x reader #michael gray #michael gray x you #michael gray imagine #michael gray one shot #michael gray smut #smut #Peaky Blinders #peaky blinder fanfic #new years eve special #peaky blinder headcanon #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinder imagine #finn cole #michael gray x y/n #michael gray x reader smut #peaky fookin blinders #incorrect peaky blinder quotes

[catgirlforkaeya]

baking cookies

kaeya x gn!reader

fluff + crack

warnings: lowercase + not proofread + swearing

a/n: aaaa i love baking cookies so i decided to write this!! also i added a pinned post to my profile so maybe go check that out if u have requests ahahah— also i’m sorry this is short i rly didn’t know what all to add

baking cookies was obviously hectic with kaeya there in the kitchen

he was the one who wanted to do it but you barely got anything done because of his teasing (evil little shit)

half the time he was behind you with his hands wrapped around your waist, placing small kisses to your neck as he looked over your shoulder. you tried your best to ignore it but sometimes you couldn’t help it and would end up facing him having a whole make out session

he’d also try to eat half of the ingredients (cookie dough, chocolate chips, etc) to which you’d have to swat him away like a cat

he also tried to add wine into one of the batches for some reason??? his logic was “it would enhance the flavoring”. you knew he was mostly fucking with you but you still hit him in the side with your elbow

“y’know, i think we should add wine to this,” kaeya reached up to the cabinet and grabbed one of the bottles, opening it before it even got set on the counter.

“what..?” you slowly turned your head to look at your boyfriend. you furrowed your eyebrows at him in utter confusion.

“you’ve never heard of it before?” he reached for a glass and poured himself a small drink. “alcohol enhances the flavoring in cookies!”

“where the hell did you hear this from—“

“i heard someone mentioning it at the tavern.”

you just rolled your eyes. you did your best to ignore kaeya giving puppy dog eyes beside you. a few laughs came from you when you’d look over at him. god he was an idiot sometimes. (your idiot tho <3)

“cmon babe it’ll be g- OW—“ you cut him off by elbowing him in the side. you didn’t even hit him that hard but he had a dramatic ass reaction that made you genuinely worry for a second. (he apologized for worrying with you afterwards)

he’d try to feed some of the dough to you too. it was honestly sweet, but you had to stop him after a bit because you noticed a change in the amount of dough in the pan

he was a fucking menace and just did everything he could to be one if he had the chance/felt like it

he did help though, more than you’d expect. he’d take the bowl from you when your arms started to get tired of mixing (even would massage the muscles later if they were still sore). he would grab stuff that was too far up for you, help put stuff in the oven, would take over entirely if he saw your legs were getting tired from standing (he’d set you up on the counter so you were still in there), and much more that made your heart melt a little each time he’d do it

to your surprise kaeya was actually a really good baker?? like he knew how to work everything, would follow the recipe step by step, got all the measurements right, etc. his dough would taste fucking amazing too

once all of the cookies were done you two would sometimes slow dance in the kitchen to christmas music. foreheads pressed up against each other as your bodies swayed to the music, giving small kisses and giggling here and there. sometimes kaeya would pick you up just to fuck with you. her either spin you around or just hold you there, staring into your eyes with a small smirk. you two probably looked like lovesick fools (which you in fact were) but it was completely worth it

all the cookies you two made ended up tasting amazing. they felt nostalgic to the both of you, memories of making cookies in the kitchen with your families would come rushing back. it was a bittersweet feeling

you ended up making waaaayyyyy too many cookies for the two of you, so you decided to hand them out. you two gave them out to your close friends (klee ended up taking a majority of them)

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #kaeya x reader #kaeya #genshin #kaeya x you #kaeya fluff #genshin christmas #catgirlforkaeya

[dr3amofagame]

Dream tried to stop Wil from creating L'Manburg, Phil tried to stop him from blowing it up, BOTH value people over items and builds, Phil has said that they're replaceable but people aren't, Dream traded spirit for his best friends fishes (we kno he's not someone to talk abt feelings:[) BOTH were kind and selfless but used by almost if not everyone, BOTH were ready to be THE VILLAINS if it meant everyone else could live better after. ONE of them always had someone there, ONE didn't. Intentional?

aaaa sorry for the really inconsistent posts ,, im gonna try to post a little more in the next few days. i have a few things written up, so look out for them? maybe? for now, have this *gestures vaguely* thing ,, it’s kinda a mess but *shrug*

phil is such a fun character, anon, especially for all the reasons that you mentioned in the ask!! he’s a really fun character with a lot of complexities that go (sadly) overlooked by a large portion of the fandom, but he’s super cool even tho i havent analyzed him too much. hope you enjoy (and i hope my interpretation of c!phil isnt too ooc lmao) 

tw: mentioned blood, injury, implied torture/abuse, starvation, trauma, mentioned death, prison arc/pandora’s vault

When Techno first brings Dream back from the prison, Phil doesn’t quite know what to think.

“I don’t trust him either,” Techno assures him, but there’s a flickering anger in the backs of his eyes, one that had emerged ever since he came back from the prison with the other man in his arms, and Phil knows his friend well enough to know that the words are empty in the face of the piglin hybrid’s particular brand of to-the-death loyalty. He shakes his head in reply, refusing to voice his thoughts for Techno’s sake, at least, but the look that the other slants at him suggests that he’s caught onto them all the same.

At first, the work is thankfully mindless; even if Phil has reservations on the man that Techno has more or less dumped into his house, he would hardly wish the clear suffering he’s been through on anyone. The first few days pass in a flurry of brewing potions, wrapping and rewrapping dressings, stitching up cuts and setting broken bones straight. The damage is extensive; Phil has to take more than a few breaks to just leave the house and breathe - he’s far from a stranger to blood and carnage, had received the title of ‘Angel of Death’ for a reason, but even he had never been particularly familiar with this form of cruelty. Torture was a level of violence that extended beyond what even he was willing to bestow - his hands may have caused many deaths, and the weight of each one would continue to haunt him for the rest of his life, but even those had the mercy of being a quick end. The wounds and scars that ripple over Dream’s skin, thin and stretched tightly over his bones with little muscle and fat left to cushion them, speak of horrors that were anything but merciful.

“I didn’t know they were capable of all of this,” Techno says, once, as they huddle of Dream, wringing towels in cold water to wipe his feverish skin. Techno’s hand reaches for the ribboning gold-filled scars that remain from the execution - carefully, Phil raises his hand to let his fingertips brush over them as well. “I mean, I knew he was dangerous and all, but-”

“I know, mate,” Phil looks back at Dream’s face, tight even in unconsciousness, at the darkened, hand-shaped bruises that remain around his throat, at the scar that runs over his left eye, clearly meant to mirror the same one that makes its way down the duck hybrid’s own face. “You said that Quackity and Sam were working together?”

“Yeah,” Techno’s expression darkens, eyes focused somewhere on the wall, seemingly very far away. He said that nothing happened to him in the prison, and he seemed relatively unharmed when Phil activated the stasis chamber, but ever since he came back, sometimes he’ll have moments, and Phil can’t help but - wonder. “Quackity does the dirty work, Sam gives him the way in and out, probably also the tools to do it. It’s-” he huffs a short, self-recriminating laugh. “It’s bad, Phil.”

“Mate-”

Techno shoots him a look, and Phil cringes, knowing already that he’d used the wrong tone. Even with the execution, Techno had been adamant to hide all traces of his own terror and fear away from him, masking it all with fury for Phil’s own sake. He knows, just from the way his old friend looks at the ribboning scars that remain sometimes, that he is far from as over the whole ordeal as he acts, but Techno never wants to talk and Phil never knows the right time to ask and they smooth it all behind plans and explosions and hope that the TNT can blow apart the trauma, too. He’s got a sneaking suspicion that the same thing is going to happen, here.

“As soon as we can,” Techno starts again, pointedly shifting his eyes away from Phil’s face, “we’re calling a Syndicate meeting to figure out what we’re going to do about the prison. Like- come on, man, you couldn’t make a more transparent abuse of institutional power if you tried, really-” he looks over, uncharacteristic uncertainty warring over his features. “If you think that’s good, I mean-“

“Of course, mate.” Phil’s voice softens. “Whenever you’re ready.”

‘Whenever he’s ready,’ as it turns out, is easier said than done, becoming even more evident when their charge wakes up from his days long spell of unconsciousness. The worst of his injuries have, under their careful care and the benefit of many potions, healed enough to no longer directly threaten his life, but the vast majority have quite some time to go before being healed completely. Being as the goal was torture and not death, most of his injuries weren’t made to be life-threatening, but rather to cause as much pain as possible - from the grimace that twists Dream’s face when he struggles to force himself awake, they’re doing their jobs.

“Hey, mate, slow down,” Phil murmurs, pressing the man down by his shoulder when Dream weakly tries to push himself up and off the bed, and his struggling only lasts for a few more minutes before he gives up and slumps against his pillow, eyes cracking open and seeming surprisingly lucid.

“Where-“ his voice is wrecked, and Phil reaches for the glass of water at the bedside as Dream coughs. “Where am I?”

“You’re at Techno’s house,” Dream’s eyes widen and then slip closed as he processes the information, a wrinkle forming between his eyebrows as they knit together. “We broke you out, after Techno escaped with a stasis chamber with your book. Do you remember?”

Dream gnaws on his bottom lip. “Um- yeah. I think.” His head turns as his eyes crack open again- “Techno-“

“He’s out, right now. He’ll be back in a bit.”

“Oh.” Dream falls back into the bed, strength seemingly sapped from the short conversation. His breathing stutters, then steadies. “Okay.”

Recovery is slow. Phil doesn’t actually find himself seeing the man very often; now that he doesn’t need around-the-clock care anymore, he’s moved back into his own house, letting Techno do most of the work when it comes to rehabilitating the escaped convict crashing at his house. As he begins to spend more of his time awake and aware, he brings a whole slew of new problems; Phil catches him screaming one day, blurting harsh, angry words as Techno reads, unbothered from the other side of the room, and he stops in his tracks standing awkwardly in the doorway.

“Um-“ he winces when Dream curses, smashes something against the floor, and then curls into himself at the sound. Techno doesn’t even flinch. “Am I interrupting something?”

Dream stomps away, face flushed, arms wrapped around himself. Techno raises an eyebrow.

“You lookin’ for something, Phil?” he asks, and the unpleasant knot in Phil’s chest refuses to unwind.

The episodes, unfortunately, don’t seem to get much better. Though he’s rarely outright violent, Dream looks constantly murderous, usually muttering underneath his breath about something or another while he stalks the grounds of Techno’s house. It’s not too long before Techno sends him out to work around the house instead of just moping within the cottage, which also means that Phil sees him a lot more - tending to a small farm behind the house, feeding the dogs, hacking away at mobs, and usually complaining the entire time. It’s unnerving, even as injured and unarmored as the man is, to see him walking around like this; despite his rather pathetic appearance, swamped in sweaters that dwarf him thoroughly and thin enough to look like the slightest breeze will knock him over, his eyes are flinty and intelligent and bubble with promises of revenge.

“FUCK!” Phil turns to see him slamming a shovel into the snow, stomping away into the woods, and his hands tighten around his cup of tea. Next to him, Techno shrugs.

“Nerd’s got a few issues,” he drawls, and Phil laughs shortly.

“That seems like an understatement.”

“He’ll ease up in time,” Techno sounds surprisingly confident, completely content despite the muffled curses that come from the woods next to them. He’s probably used to it, with Chat and all, but Phil can’t quite seem to find the same calm.

“I just don’t know, mate,” Phil shakes his head. “You sure having him around is the best idea? He doesn’t seem...stable.”

Techno looks up at him over the rim of his cup of coffee. His head tilts, considering, but there’s a small smile on his face that tells Phil that Techno, inexplicably, doesn’t share the same sentiments. There was always a part of him that was, for the lack of a better word, softer than the rest of the server for his self-proclaimed rival, a sort of understanding that Phil could hardly hope (nor would really want to) understand.

“Don’t worry, Phil, if he tries anything I can always just tie him up in the attic or something,” Phil huffs a small laugh, amused, and nods to concede the point. “And- well, call it intuition. You could really try talkin’ to him, you know. He reminds me of you, sometimes.”

The words stick in his head despite his best efforts, rattling in his skull when he tries to sleep, lingering when he catches glimpses of the green-clothed man stalking around their properties. He can’t imagine what would’ve prompted his old friend to make the comparison, can’t think of a single thing (besides their affinity for the color green) that would mark him as similar to the - from what he’s heard - deranged menace with a particular penchant for destruction (not that his rants and fits of anger are doing anything to correct that impression). Even so, Techno had sounded so sure when he’d made the comparison, the words offhand like he’d thought them a million times before, like it was a simple observation that held no more weight than commenting on the color of the sky. Phil watches as Dream lugs a pile of logs behind him, huffing at one of Techno’s dogs that comes to chase and nip at his feet and grumbling loudly before faceplanting into the snow. He just...can’t see it.

Days later, Wilbur comes to visit, a grin on his lips as he dramatically recounts his newest exploit: a nation by Las Nevadas, a supposed safe haven away from the glitter and glory of Quackity’s city; it sounds brilliant, it sounds lovely, and more than anything it sounds stupid, and Phil tells him as such immediately.

“You’re being reckless,” he rants at his son, wings flaring outwards and only barely noticing Dream watching from the corner of his eye, “What are you doing- picking fights with Quackity? Starting another nation- didn’t you see what happened to the first two you made? You’re going to get yourself killed, Wil!”

“Well, I’ve already seen what’s on the other side of death, and it’s really not that bad-“

“You’re my son!” The words are angrier than Phil would’ve liked, and he knows that he looks ridiculous and overbearing, criticizing the actions of his fully grown son, but all he can see is Wilbur’s face, slack with pain and grief, stained with ash and soot as his eyes flutter to half-mast in the midst of the rubble of a country he loved and destroyed and destroyed him in turn. “I can’t lose you again, Wil!”

Wilbur doesn’t quite storm out, but it’s a near thing, leaving with a clipped goodbye and leaving Phil seething on his doorstep. He spends the rest of the night pacing around the house in a sort of mad frenzy, wings stretching and folding over and over. Not for the first time, he longs for the sky, to feel the air through his wings and let the world fall into pinpricks below him; it’s this that leads him to the roof of his house, staring stubbornly at the clouds as the sun sinks down to the horizon.

“Hey.”

Phil startles; there, down below him, is Dream. He rocks back on his heels, seeming awkward, before clambering up the wall (Phil rolls his eyes at the ease with which he scales it, the feeling in his chest almost fond) and settling himself on the shingles at Phil’s side.

“Hey, mate,” Phil shakes his head. The fondness leaves, and the irritation that had risen at Wilbur’s words, earlier, comes back full-force. “Sorry- Wil came to visit, we talked. I just needed some time to think.”

Dream hums in acknowledgement, and they fall into a comfortable silence, watching as the sun dipping down past the mountains in the distance.

“You know,” Dream starts, sudden, “I told him the same thing.” He looks up at Phil, eyes faraway with old memories. “Wilbur, I mean. When he made L’manburg- I told him he was being reckless.” He shrugs. “I guess he never listened.”

Phil pauses, Techno’s words ringing in his ears. He reminds me of you, sometimes.

Dream looks surprisingly normal up close - face no longer reddened with fever or pale from blood loss, even the scars fail to really take from the boyishness of his face. He bites his lips, eyes falling away at Phil’s scrutiny, golden blond hair flopping over his forehead, newly trimmed to be something a little closer to his old length, at least in the front, the back pulled into a small ponytail. He’s young, and shockingly awkward, teeth worrying his lip, hands fiddling with each other, shifting his weight from one foot to the other several times a minute. He looks like a kid.

“He never does,” Phil lets himself smile, watches as Dream smiles back, almost like they’re sharing a joke. He wonders how well he really knows the man behind the mask. “Want to come in for some tea?”

Dream smiles wider, and something old and worn in Phils chest, knocked loose ever since he felt his son fall limp in his arms with his own sword shoved between his ribs, falls back into place.

“That would be great,” Dream replies, the words almost hopeful, and they go inside.

#tw trauma #tw death #tw blood #tw injury #tw torture #tw abuse #tw starvation #prison arc #pandora's vault #-> my writing #my writing :D #my asks !! #-> my asks

[ac3id]

Hawk’s eye| 18+

pairings: hawks [keigo tamaki] x female! reader

summary: hawks is in his rut, desperate for some relief. his annoying secretary won’t stop irritating him so he decides to take his pent up frustrations on her.       ( •̀ ω •́ )��

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anonymous said:

hi!! so while the requests are still open, could you write some headcannons for Hawks x reader when he's in rut? maybe the reader is a bit clueless and doesn't even know he goes through stuff like that? dirty details are welcome 👀❤️

this was high-key inspired by @tainted-wine​‘s this fic. (i hope u like my take on it !! 💓) 

a/n: aaaa this took so much longer than i thought it would take 😭, also thanks @the-grimm-writer  for proof reading this! (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) also this is porn w plot so if u just was to skip to da porn. skip to this ‘◌’ bhai 

ALSO THANKYOU FOR 900 FOLLOWERS LMAO WTF FOR REAL 😭

tagging: @lady-tokugawa-of-mikawa​, @koiibito​, @reinawritesbnha​, @shorkbrian​

warnings: noncon, hate fucking, one slap, she bites his dick at some point, scumbag hawks.

word count:  5862

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The sound of your phone buzzing on the side table with a loud, irritating noise jolts you awake. You roll around on the bed, your fingers reaching to turn the vibrating device off. Groaning, you sit up straight. The warm mattress under you threatens to lull you back to sleep but you shove the thought away instead choosing to stretch your arms over your head and yawn endlessly. You were tired, so goddamn tired. Rubbing your temples lazily you start thinking about the dreadful day you have ahead of yourself. You think about your boss: Hawks, the man who makes you hate your life and job. He has trapped you into a never-ending nightmare which starts the second you open your eyes till the moment you fall asleep and even then he still manages to haunt you in your dreams. 

Cleaning up after his messes, obeying his ever so pliantly. He has turned you into his little pet slave. He says that it’s your job as you are his assistant, his little helper there to make his job a little less hectic. You must listen to his needs and wants and to some degree, you do agree with him: it is your job, it’s what you signed up for after all but you can also sense him misusing his title when he is with you. He never listens to your suggestions which results in him calling you late after work hours to help with his problems knowing damn well you had already warned him beforehand. And, oh his flirty, suggestive comments which borderline sexual harassment. Hawks is a difficult man to work with and you often find yourself wondering how much calmer your life would be if you never worked for him but you do not have that luxury of leaving the job. It pays ridiculously well and you have bills to pay, your family to support. No, you cannot afford to lose this job. So you sit through his torment and hope for the best.

Seconds later after you have gathered your will to live you start scrolling through your phone, skimming through the morning news lazily. Your eyebrows furrow and eyes turn into angry slits as you glance upon a displeasing, astonishing article.

 ‘No. 2 Hero Hawks spotted partying with strippers–’

Your heart stops for a moment.

What the fuck was this? 

You hesitantly read through the article, your heartbeat increasing every second that your eyes focus on the led screen, reading the details of the damned article. Eyes widening as panic settles in your nerves, you realize the gravity of the situation you had found yourself under as Hawks’ manager. Hawks had been spotted partying with strippers in a nightclub with a bunch of celebrities. The crazy stalker who had managed to follow him succeeded in capturing exclusive pictures of Hawks dressed in an expensive suit, his hair styled to perfection dancing under the dim lights of the club with women in basically their underwear shamelessly grinding upon him. You honestly couldn’t have given a single fuck about what Hawks did in his free time but since he had managed to get a paparazzi to tail him and now that his career was at risk; it became your problem. Your first and foremost instinct was to call Hawks and ask him what the hell he was thinking. Not being careful enough, he had managed to taint his entire reputation. The people of Japan now probably viewed him as a reckless party animal rather than the No. 2 Hero! 

Before you could call him, your phone’s screen lights up illuminating a contact you dread. ‘Hero Commission’ it’s written in bold letters, your face drops. Your fingers shake, filled with anxiety as you accept the call. Inhaling and exhaling, you try to calm your nerves. If it is a call from the Commission, you know it’s bad. Bad. 

You pick up the phone and instantly regret it, “What were you doing?” an angry, masculine voice snarls through the screen. You open your mouth to answer but are not given a chance too. “How did you let him go to a strip club during patrol hours?” you bite your lip thinking of an acceptable excuse, “He had to go there for work! It’s a misunderstanding. He went down to the strip club undercover to meet up with a crook to get some intel– that’s what he told me. This is a misunderstanding, I–” your explanation was cut short as the person on the other end of the call deemed it enough. “Whatever it is, fix it and never let this happen again.” he sneers a warning before cutting the call. It wasn’t a complete lie, Hawks did tell you that he was investigating a case on his own and that he would be gaining information from shady people but you did not expect him to go to a strip club out of all places. The worst part: he never even told you in detail anything about this case neither did he notice the paparazzi tailing his back. You sigh in frustration, rubbing your forehead, you quickly ring up his number only for it be sent right to voicemail. You almost scream. Where the fuck was this bastard?

Managing Hawks was not a walk in the park. The hero commission had sent you down especially to be Hawks’ secretary. You had a reputation: you were known to be responsible, diligent, and punctual. You were one of their best, entrusted with the responsibility to manage Hawks and you did a good job but it was Hawks who just made the job so hard. 

Creating problems he could never solve by himself; on lucky days you would get a call from him at three in the morning, him begging you to come to help him. You want to say no, deny him any help. Let him suffer by himself but you cannot do that. If he screws up and you are not there to fix it. You lose your job, you can’t afford that. You give your 100%, you do but it’s Hawks. He has a problem with you, well, he has a problem with everyone in the commission but projects it mainly at you. He does not respect you. 

He chooses to ignore your decisions and suggestions, diminishing them with a cruel chuckle, “Look, I need you but just not now.” He would say with an apologetic smile, “just let me work at my own pace, I will call when I will need you. After all, I love seeing your cute face.” You would always have to force yourself from not slapping his smug face before he took off into the bright, blue sky.

The truth untold, it wasn’t his fault completely either. He was just so fast. It was hard for anyone to keep up with him and since he did his job right; bringing peace to the nation you could not deem him worthless. But it still was a bother at times like this when you were left completely in the dark while Hawks ruined his hard-earned reputation. 

You got into the building earlier that morning to wait for Hawks in his office, you needed to talk to him. This was not his first mishap. Not long ago, another article about him shamelessly flirting with a fan had been published. It had said the fan was visibly uncomfortable with him but Hawks didn’t seem to care, he kept presting. You had managed to cover it up as the two being close friends who were publicly joking around, there was no real harm done. It was a lie though, you had to pay the fan a large check to keep her mouth shut. She accepted the money and the story was lost and forgotten but you had no idea how you were going to cover this hell up.

The clock struck nine as the day began, people rushing into the building all tensed but there was no sign of Hawks. You tried calling him on his number but the call directed to voicemail yet again. You were growing impatient, did something happen to him? Sure Hawks fucked things over sometimes but he never disappeared like this. It got you genuinely worried. Something horrible could have happened to him. After all, he was on a case. 

You waited for another thirty minutes and there was yet no sign of him. His sidekicks came knocking on his office door only to be surprised to see you there instead of their boss. You told them to continue with their day and not worry about Hawks, he was just awfully late. Not a big deal, he will be here soon. Soon. 

Another hour passed by, no sign of Hawks and about now your phone was blowing up with angry calls from his sponsors and business partners, screaming at the top of their lungs frowning upon the scandal. Heck, even Endeavor called you after he couldn’t reach Hawks himself. The call made you nervous as anxiety crept in yet again. Hawks wasn’t answering to Endeavour something bad must have happened. Getting tired of the wait, you make up your mind to drop by his penthouse and to go see him for yourself. His silence was driving you crazy and worried at the same time, you just hoped he would be there well and safe. You could not imagine the ruckus that would create if something were to happen to him. 

You walked out of his office after waiting for an hour. Rushing down to the basement you got into your car and before driving away to his house. Just before leaving, you decided to test your luck by calling him. Hoping, praying he would answer this time and luckily he did .

“Hawks!” you cried, a wave of relief washing over you, “Where are you? What are you doing?” you began pestering him with questions, not letting him answer even once. Hawks, tired of waiting,  interrupted your monologue of questions with a chuckle. “Aw, you’re worried about me, baby?” his tone was low and mischievous, the sentence slurring almost into a moan at the last word. You rolled your eyes and clenched your fists in irritation, you weren’t new to his teasing. Hawks thought it was appropriate for him to casually flirt with his secretary. Send unasked comments about your figure, perverted implications about what he would do to a ‘cute little thing like you’ which made you very uncomfortable being around him at times. But it wasn’t that what made him get on your last nerves. It was the fact that he could even think about joking at a time like this which made you furious. 

You screamed into the phone, giving him a piece of your mind. Degrading him for not taking care of himself, complaining about how he had managed to put you in such a tight spot. 

“Once again I am asking, where the fuck are you. Hawks?” you ended your speech with spite in your words. Hawks sighed, “I am in the office,” he says your name with an edge in his voice, instantly shutting you down, “Where the hell are you?” The smugness in his tone remains and you can tell he is smirking on the other side of the screen as if he’s won. You hang up abruptly before walking out of your car and into the building, hurriedly making your way towards Hawk’s office. 

You slam the door open glaring upon hawks as he sits behind his table. Dirty boots resting pliantly on the shiny, polished wood. His wings out, stretched to their fullest, filling up the room standing on high alert. They have a deeper hue to them, they look darker– a darker red. How did that happen? You find yourself wondering. Is he on drugs? His face is tilted upwards, facing the ceiling. Eyes screwed shut. They open as he hears you enter and walk towards him, his wings falling back behind him calm and collected. 

“You’re late,” he says with a smirk, you bang your fist on the table beside where his feet rest, making him flinch and bring them down instinctively. His eyes widened in shock, he was not expecting you to be this furious. Sure, he knew he knew he had gotten you mad but he was not expecting you to be this angry. Without any hesitation, you start scolding him again. He watches you ramble in ominous glee. A poker face masking his expression, he watches you trot about how much trouble he is in. His job is to protect meek and weak citizens who cannot fight for themselves, what he was doing in a strip in the name of business is something you cannot grasp your head around. You repeat your lecture which you had already tortured him over the phone while the entire time Hawks drums his fingers underneath the table, waiting for you to get over with your dumb speech. His eyes trail on your lips, watching it move. Plump, pillow-like features tinted dark red ramble on about how much of an irresponsible person he was. Complaining about how much trouble he puts you through daily. Honestly, he doesn’t quite catch what you were saying. His mind busy imaging you shutting the fuck and letting him get through the day– or better yet how pathetic you would look underneath him while he shoves his dick down your throat. The thought makes his cock throb. His eyes change from an unbothered, bored look to something sinister as they start trailing all over your body. His eyebrows slightly furrow as he catches up on the few degrading terms you throw at him. 

You talked too much. Way too much, do you realize how much better you would look if you keep your pretty, little mouth shut? The entire time, it’s always: Hawks don’t do this, Hawks don’t do that. Don’t you ever get tired? He wonders whether your dumb little brain had any thoughts other than the ones which tell you to irritate him all the time. You should shut up, really stop talking. He might do something bad, he’s already stressed enough as it is being in his rut and having no way to relieve himself, he is going through a rough time here. The other night he escaped to a strip club in hopes of relieving some stress and it had worked but it had also brought along a mind splitting scandal.

The entire morning, Hawks was busy avoiding people. Whether it be his fans, reporters, or even someone he knew; he paid no mind to them trying to get to the office as soon as possible to deal with the mess he had created.

It wasn’t his fault entirely, he was in his rut and needed sexual relief which he was finding very hard to receive. With his work piling up and you breathing down his neck, he couldn’t even take represents as they slowed him down. He couldn’t risk falling asleep on duty. A stupid, little headline about what he does in his free time was much more favorable than a failed mission in which he would let countless innocent lives slip by his fingers. 

He watches you ramble, his eyes trailing over your body locking on your tits. He stares at them intensely, watching them bounce slowly every time you huff out of irritation and frustration. Your work shirt works him favors, the white almost translucent material shows off the slightest shadow of your black, lacy bra. It’s enough to get him going- imaging how your soft mounds would feel in his hands. How you would whimper under his touch as he tugs and pulls on your perky nipples, you probably wouldn’t sound as monstrous as you do right now. Your moans would be girlish, small whimpers would leave your lips as you would try your best to cover them up. You would try to hide your face under his assault but he wouldn’t let you, pinning you down instead and forcing himself on you while you cried for him to stop. Beg for his mercy. 

He can feel his jeans tighten. 

“So please, Hawks. Just be a little more responsible.” you finish, your voice turning into a plea. He hums and apologizes for his impulsive thinking, like always, he is not sorry. “Let's fix this mess, what do you say?” he asks with an apologetic grin, trying to be polite. You on the other hand don’t even spare him a glance, walking right out the door instead. It leaves him very offended. 

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“Ah! What a troublesome day it was,” Hawks chimes in walking into his office with you closely following behind, “It was all your fault.” you spit making hawks chuckle, “Whatever happens, happens for the good.” he says, a scoff leaves your lips, “What was good about that?” you ask annoyed. “I get to have you alone with me now~” Hawks winks at you making you roll your eyes dramatically. Both of you stand together in Hawks’ office after hours. The day is done, everyone in the agency building has taken their leave excluding the two of you. It had been a long day fixing up after Hawks. You were tired and all you wanted was a warm bath and some sleep. 

“Do you want to know why it happened?” Hawks asks out of the blue, “What happened?” you question, “Why was I at the strip club?” you sigh, “I don’t give two shits about your personal life, Hawks.” replying sternly. A look of disappointment arises on his face, “It’s actually more than that, really, I u-uh have this condition- it gets very hard to work during these times-”

 “What are you even talking about?” You interject confused and clueless. You turn to him, a glare evident on your face you stare at him sheepishly. What was he on about now?

“I am serious, I went into my rut, and that's why I went to the strip club-” “Into a what?” Hawks’ eyes widened, were you really that clueless? “A rut, [y/n],” he says like it is a matter of fact, something everybody is aware of. “A rut. You know like how some animals go into heat and they-” your face scrunches as he explains his rut to you, you visibly grow more and more repulsed. Hawks studies you face, his heart genuinely breaking at your expressions. “Why are you telling me this?” you screech, “jeez Hawks, I did not need to know any of that!” you continue. 

Hawks is hurt, he accepted a reaction which showed more concern. Maybe he went a bit too far imagining that you would offer him help but seeing you so disgusted by him shattered his heart and made him lose all his respect for you. You were a terrible human being, no different from those villains he put behind the bars every day. “I am telling you all of this because- this actually happens!  Many- fuck- millions of people like me actually suffer from this shit! You should be a little more emphatic.” he reasons. He accepts you to understand at least now but you gloriously manage to disappoint him yet again. A rude snarl leaves your lips followed by a scoff, “What are you really trying to tell me Hawks? That you don’t want to do your job and to justify your laziness; you are making lame excuses now?” you shove a finger to his chest, it pushes him off the edge. 

Something in his snaps, he looks down where your fingertip touches his chest. You are smaller than him, he’s at least a foot bigger than you. Where does your bratty, puny self get all this confidence from? His eyes darken as something sinister floats within him. He stares down at your finger, wanting to rip it off. He wants to see you cry. He wants to see you in pain and misery, suffering a great deal while nobody comes to help you. 

“Hawks, you know what? I am so done with your bullshit. I am leaving.” You turn away from him, heading to the door but before you could move a step. Hawks grabs you by writs, caging your delicate hand into a bone-crushing death grip, “What the fuck?” you question, “Hawks?” you continue. You wait for his response, turning to him. He is facing the floor, his hair scanning over his eyes making it impossible for you to read his expression, not that you could read what was going on with him normally but now; it’s even harder. “Are you going to let go?” you ask again only to be met by him squeezing your wrists even tighter. You bring your other hand over him to pry yourself free from his clutches but he doesn’t want to let go. 

“Hawks wha-” you don’t get to complete your statement as Hawks pushes you down on the floor making you fall on your butt. You let out a loud hiss. You frown, yelling out “What is wrong with you!?” You try to stand back up but his hands settle on your shoulder pushing you back down. You try fighting but it’s to no use. Did you forget he is the no. 2 Pro- Hero? He is much stronger than you, he brings down villains twice his size daily. What makes you think your weak kicks and punches will be enough to beat him? 

You keep struggling under him, screaming how you were going to report him and ruin his career, how he is going to be sorry for messing with you.

 “Shut. Up.” he finally speaks, he brings his gloved hand to your perfectly styled hair. Pulling tightly on your roots he stretches your face upwards, making it easier for him to look down on you while you cry in agony, “Stop crying.'' His voice is deep and raspy, much different from how he usually talks. You look up at him, fear swimming in your eyes as tears prick at the corners of your sockets, lips trembling. If you already weren’t terrified enough, your horror becomes tenth fold when you see his boner raging in his pants, “Come, on. Hawks..” your voice is small and weak, it's a broken cry. You know what he is going to make you do. He was going to violate you, break you beyond repair. 

This was so wrong. As much you hated Hawks, you never would have thought he would do something like this. Hawks was a hero. He is meant to fight for justice, punish evil. Why is he doing this? “Hawks no. Please. Was it something I said? I take it back I didn’t mean it-” 

“You know, y/n, you are not so different from those villains yourself,” if looks could kill, you would be dead. The pure, anger, and hatred he looks at you with bothers you. It makes you hate yourself, there is something sinister in his eyes which makes you sure about the fact that he is not afraid of hurting you. He has given up on you, after all, his polite gestures, generosity you always ignored- he’s fed up with your sheer ignorance and your ego. He hates you. He does and heck if he wasn’t in his rut; he would never bring his dick anywhere near you. He does not respect you as a human and in no way does he have any romantical attachment to you. All he ever saw was a walking alarm clock, bugging him every second, and now all he is going to see you as is his cocksleeve whom he can stuff his fat cock into whenever and however he seems fine. To him you are just a walking hole he can ruin whenever he wants to, you have managed to get on his bad side and he is going to show you his bad side.

He undoes his belt, his pants falling to his thighs displaying his expensive boxers and his growing hardness. His cock is throbbing within its confines, fighting desperately to come free. His free hand pulls his boxers down and his cock springs free, hitting his abdomen. It stands long and hard, the tip blushed red and angry, tiniest bit of pre-cum spilling sweetly from his slit. He pumps his cock in his hand before forcing it against your mouth, pressing it to your lips smearing his pre all over your lips. You whimper in protest, moving your head the littlest you can under his tight grip. “Bitch open up. You had this coming for a long time,” his dick slaps your cheek while his fingers try to pry open your mouth. Pushing his gloved digits forcefully into your mouth, the rough fabric feels disgusting on your tongue. His fingers capture the lower part of your jaw, tearing your mouth apart with deranged strength. A loud cry escapes from you as he stuffs your empty mouth full of his cock, “Yeah, that’s more like it. Fuck.” he bottoms out into your throat, his shaft hitting the back of your throat making you gag, “get on with it. A slut like you would have the experience, right?” he taunts you. You do as he says, puckering your lips firmly around his length, your hands resting on his exposed thighs while you stroke him with your tongue. You feel his chiseled thigh muscles flex under your fingers as he melts in pleasure, tiny moans leaving his lips shamelessly. 

As Hawks drowns in overwhelming pleasure, a criminal idea crosses your mind. Your eyes trail up to his face. His eyes are screwed close, he bites his lower lip softly. Carefully and slowly, you graze your teeth over his cock. Clamping down on it lightly, you hold your position. Your heart beats faster when Hawks stiffens and in a quick flash, he pushes you off his cock throwing you into the ground before backing up, squealing in pain.

 “YOU LITTLE BITCH!” he screams, you sprint to the door. Trembling fingers try to unlock the doorknob while Hawks cries in agony behind you. You can feel him loom behind you, ready to come for your neck. A part of you tells you that you will not make it but the adrenaline rushing in your veins calls to be hopeful. Just open the door and just run. 

Your cold, quivering fingers almost unlock the heavy wooden door but before you can push it open. Hawks appears right behind you, pushing his body onto your back. You feel his cock poking at your ass, his hand grabs your head pulling you, prying you off the door. You scream and cry trying to break free, grabbing his hand clawing on it to let you free. Hawks chooses to show no mercy as he drags you by your hair to his desk, your scalp hurts from his grip. You can feel tiny strands breakaway. He turns you around and slams your back to his wooden desk, you whimper at the contact. He stands in front of you, pressing his knee between your thighs. His hand reaches out to pull at your collar, forcing you to look at him. 

He is livid, eyebrows furrowed with a death glare his jaw clenched, and his eyes darker than you have ever seen before. He looks at you with murderous intent, you think he might as well kill you with his wings flared open. The feathers turning into knives, you beg for your life. 

Hawks observes your face. Broken, scared for your life your eyes are glassy, ridden in fear your makeup smeared all over your face. He thinks it's beautiful, he has finally got you begging for mercy, finally thinking of him as the man he is. He appreciates your submission but it does not erase the fact that you just bite oh his dick. You beg for mercy, your voice is small and broken. It comes barely above a whisper, “I am so sorry hawks, please don’t do this.” He doesn’t listen, staring at you head-on with his jaw clenched. He brings his free hand to the air, keeping it steady for a second before bringing it down with a horrendous force. You feel it before it happens; white, hot flashing pain erupts through your cheek stinging you hard. You cry out in agony as your face drops to the other side. The strike was powerful, it left you sore, you can still feel it sting your face. It leaves you swollen, you try to bring your hand up to your face lightly to carcasses you paining cheek but Hawks pushes your face on the wooden desk before you could, trapping your arms behind your back holding it with one hand. “You don’t realize your position, do you? You know what? I was going- planning to be gentle with you. I thought I would at least make you cum but now,” he pulls a feather out his wings preceding to tear open your pencil skirt with the sharp end. The ripped fabric falls to the ground leaving you in your panties and the pantyhose you always wear under your skirts, “There we go. I hope you are a pain slut, otherwise you would really not enjoy this.” he says with a small chuckle before ripping you out of your bottoms, leaving you in your panties completely vulnerable to him. He abandons his gloves, rubbing his fingers on your clothed cunt roughly trying to gather slickness from your dry hole. Pleasure shoots down your body as his digits find your clit, rubbing tight circles on the little pearl, “Does this feel good? You are getting wet.” a smirk scars his face, “Who gets off to being raped?” he says sharply. Your face scrunches up in disgust and embarrassment. A heavy lump forms in your throat and the waterworks that you had been holding off burst open. Big, fat tears roll down your cheeks as you cry for mercy. You didn't know why this was happening to you, for your entire life you had been a nice person: always helpful, sensitive, and kind. At least, that was what you thought yourself to be. Never in a million years could you- or anyone, in fact, could have ever thought that you would be crying pathetically while your boss: a person known to all as a Hero, the truest, most honest person to exist ever would be the one defiling you, tearing you down to nothing just for his pleasure. 

“Shut up, you like this.” He snarls at you, so sick of your loud wails he even shoves two fingers inside your mouth plunging them to the back of her throat, “Don’t you dare bite now, slut.” he warns. His fingers stop prodding at your clit when he notices the wet spot forming on your panties, he wastes no time shimming them down to your ankles, whistling when he sees your glistening pussy. You only wail louder pleading him not proceed any further. Hawks turns a blind eye to all your begging, “I should just shove it in, right?” he asks petting his finger over your hole, “but that won’t be fun,” he snickers. You feel his move away from your cunt and move higher. Panic settles, he couldn't be serious, “Hawks. Please no. Please don’t. I don-” finger rims along your asshole, inching to dip in, “What? Don’t want me to fuck your ass?” he spanks your ass hard making you flinch, “Please I’ve never-” you cry out hoping he would understand, “No one’s ever fucked you in the ass before?” you whine at the lewd words which shamelessly fall from his lips, “Guess there’s a first for everything.” he says with a scoff. 

His digits bury into your hole, stretching you out in a way you’ve never felt before. The stretch burns, filling a fresh set of tears rolling down your eyes, smudging your mascara and eyeliner You looked like a whore. He keeps hammering his fingers inside you without mercy, a loud whine leaves your lips as you feel a tingle of pleasure from him hitting the right spot. “Do you like that? Too bad, this isn’t for you.” he moves his fingers from you before lining his fat cock to your almost too tiny hole, “How will this fit?” he laughs to himself, pressing his engorged tip in slowly, “Will be a tight fit,” he continues to shove his cock into your hole, his face turns off one to ecstasy as your walls take him inch by inch. You scream in pain, his cock was much bigger than his fingers. It was stretching you out, numbing your mind and soul, you did not know how much more you could take. Salty tears fell from your eyes as Hawks bottomed himself in you, he waited for a moment before starting to thrust into you unforgivingly. Dragging his fat cock out and your walls pulling him right back in. As he kept ramming into you. Slowly, you start to pleasure tingle up your spine as his tip smashed against the right spots. Your cries of pain turn to pleasurable moans. Hawks wastes no time in teasing you, “Look at you moaning like a slut,” he spanks your ass with swift force sending your rear to sting. You feel unbearable pleasure starting to build up in your abdomen, a straining coil wanting to burst which each of Hawks’ strong thrusts yet it is left unfilled as the simulation is not enough to make you cum from all alone. Hawks notices this, the pitiful crying for him to touch your swollen little clit which was begging to be played with. He almost thought he would give it to you, after all, he was a good person. Almost. 

Hawks just snicker, his cruel, sadistic laugh echoing in the room, “No, no, no.” he teases, “no matter how much you cry, baby. I am not letting you cum. This is your punishment, you deserve this. You’ve been a bad girl.” Hawks couldn’t formulate how he was able to form complete sentences. The moment he had caught you, he had let himself go feral. Dragging you down like a predator, he finally had you under him. He kept grunting and breathing profanity down your ear along with shameful praises about how well your slutty ass takes him. He is glad he is finally getting his much-deserved relief but he is not done yet. He won’t be done until he is filling your vulnerable womb with his seed, he won’t be done until he hears you asking him to give you his children. He is not going to leave you be until he has destroyed you, balls deep in your tiny pussy. He is going to keep you here all night fucking you, he is going to stay there all night fucking you with hate which he has buried within himself for you over the years. He is going to melt you in his hand, break you until only he can build you up, and maybe he will not let you go even after that. Maybe he will keep you after all hawks mate for life. 

Just hope he lets you cum the next time. 

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[kazuhasbunny]

bunny girl maid anon back to say. imagine master diluc making his sweet lil maid get down on her knees and suck his cock as punishment 👉👈 he'd be sitting down of course bc she'd be too short to suck it were he standing up... she wld try to do it herself but he's so big and she's dumb so he'd decide to just fuck her lil face. i like to think she's so small that his dick couldn't even begin to fit down her throat 🥺🥺 (also ! i'll send asks as "- 🧸" now ^_^)

bestie ... hii hello .. i love this so much aaaa !!! bunny girl maid with diluc .. diluc sitting on his chair waiting for his little bunny to take all his fat cock in your throat .. will it even fit ? it’s way bigger than your puny self .. you’d choke on it ! but will master diluc care ? no of course not !

looking down on you with an eyebrow lift up , waiting for you to take him in . you gulped down , but a sudden sharp pain in your hair made you gasp as he grips your hair tightly , tuts at you . his other hand gripped your jaw , opens it slightly and leave it be to take his cock back in his hand and slaps your face with it . all you did was let out a small whine , the feel of his cock being slapped on your face making you even flustered . his slaps stopped as he slowly inserts it in , making sure that some of it would fit in before he loses control and plunges himself all in

“hmm , good bunny .. so small yet so willing to take my cock in .. aren’t you ? hm ? trained you well to be my little cockslut ~”

(oh also anon , that emoji is taken sadly :( do reply me with another emoji if u do not mind ! <3)

#eli.replies #eli.thirsts #anon #👀.diluc #genshin smut

[solarwonux]

Wildflower || Lee Chan

chan x f!reader

w.c: 3.0k

warnings: smut, thigh riding, car sex, drinking, mentions of weed

note: another repost aaaa I’m sorry but good news my semester had ended so now I can finally sit down and write. Anyway, enjoy let me know your thoughts

p.s listen to wildflower by 5sos while reading this if you’d like.

p.p.s my requests are open so if you’d like one send them in hehe,xx

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The flames of the campfire burned making your eyes sting in discomfort. You blinked rapidly trying to regain the moisture back in your eyes but your efforts were deemed as unsuccessful. You sighed, placing your head on top of Chan’s shoulder, feeling him shake as he laughed at something Jun had said. The arm that was securely wrapped around you got tighter, making the butterflies in your stomach erupt, just like they did everytime you were in his presence.

“You okay?” He glazed over at you, his cheeks flushed pink from the wine he had been indulging in all throughout the night. “I’m fine, my eyes are just a little dry.” You assured him, giving him a slight nod of the head. “I have some eye drops in my car if you want them.”

“God, yes please.”

Chan grinned and leaned down. He placed a soft kiss against your forehead before turning to face his friends, who had started poking fun at Chan, making all sorts of childish remarks. Chan rolled his eyes and grabbed a twig from the ground before throwing it at Soonyoung who was making kissy faces at the two of you like a five year old.

“You guys are so annoying.” He chuckled. He removed the blanket he had placed over the two of you. The cool wind of the ocean breeze hitting your arms making you shiver slightly. “Sometimes you just make it so easy for us.” Jeonghan said pointedly tilting his cup of wine in the direction you two were sitting in before bringing it up to his rosy lips and chugging it down.

“Whatever, we’re going.” Chan stood up and threw the blanket onto Joshua’s lap, who’s face lit up as he rushed to cover his body with the thin wool. “We’ll be back in like ten minutes.” He pulled you up by your arms gently and pecked your lips once you were at eye level with him.

“Ten minutes huh, so you’re like a hit it and quit it type of guy.” Jeonghan joked, sending the rest of the boys into fits of uncontrollable laughter. “We’re going to my car to get eye drops…I really hate all of you.” Chan groaned, pulling on your arm, silently asking you to follow him and get away from your friends as fast as possible. You trailed behind him laughing, listening to how they now decided to take it upon themselves and gossip about yours and Chan’s sex life. Each one making insane claims, only making Chan’s steps get faster causing him to trip every few steps due to the sinking sand surrounding your bare feet.

“I bet getting eye drops is like code for sex now a days.”

It was unclear, in your wine filled haze, how the two of you went from desperately searching for eye drops to now making out in the back seat of his car.

Eye drops.

That was the only purpose of your trip to the nearly empty parking lot. But when he couldn’t find them mumbling curses as he tore his car apart, finally realizing that Vernon had probably taken them after they had smoked a week ago. He gave up, staying silent for a few seconds before pulling you into the back seat. One you had familiarized yourself with after years of dating and sneaking around. Your scent etched in between the cracks of the old leather seats, a thought that always managed to turn your insides into mush.

“Mmm…we should go back.” You mumbled clinging onto Chan as you pushed his head further into your neck. He hummed nodding his head slightly as he desperately sucked a love bite onto the skin of your collar bone. “We should, but I don’t want to.” He raised his head, smirking, hooking his thumbs around your belt loops and pulling you onto his lap. “I have a few propositions for you.” He smirked and brought your shirt over your head revealing the white lace of your bra. “So innocent.” His fingers delicately traced along the lace detailing, as you waited for his so-called propositions or genius ideas as he sometimes liked to call them.

“Why don’t we try that thing you mentioned the other day over lunch last week?” He raised his eyebrows suggestively and if your body wasn’t already feeling hot due to the alcohol coursing through your veins. The memory of your lunch date last Monday would’ve surely done it. “Here. Where we can get caught by our friends or worse the police?”

“That’s what makes it more exciting.” He winked and unbuttoned your shorts. His fingers teasing the seam of your matching panties waiting for your go ahead. It made your heart sore knowing that after years of dating he still waited for your approval. “Fuck it let’s do it.” You raised your body and brought down your shorts, hitting the back of your head in the process causing a loud laugh to erupt from Chan’s lips.

“Stop laughing and help me.”

“What did you want me to do? Look at you like you’ve sprung a third head?” He helped you take them off and threw them over the front seat. “You’re right I prefer you laughing.” You nodded before straddling his thigh and hooking your arms around his neck. He hummed and placed an arm underneath his head smugly before grabbing hold of your hip with his other one.

“Go on baby girl, I’m giving a free pass to get off on my thigh.”

“Like I need a pass anyway.”

“Hmm…I guess you’re right. I succumb to you in every possible way. All you have to do is open your mouth and ask.” Chan brought his arm down again before reaching over and placing his thumb against your bottom lip. He tugged on it making you open your mouth before inserting it, your tongue swirling around the calloused digit making him groan. “I miss seeing your mouth around me but I guess that can wait, now move baby.” He gave your hip a light tap before inserting his hand in between the waistband of your panties and groping your ass cheek.

You opened your mouth in an inaudible moan, his thumb falling out of your lips and onto your chin painting it with your saliva. You moved your hips experimentally, testing the waters scared that the fantasy you had been creating in your head wouldn’t be as pleasurable as you had pictured. Only to be proved wrong when the friction of his bare thigh against your panty clothed core sent a jolt of pleasure through your body.

“Back to my propositions. If you can come undone on just my thigh, I promise I’ll fuck you until your seeing stars.”

Chan snickered watching your face contort in blissful pleasure as you started to confidently move your hips. He nosed at your neck before licking a strip up the shell of your ear making you whimper. “Does this make you feel good?” He teased, a smirk evident in his voice as he bounced his leg up. A choked moan escaping your chapped lips joining the heat in the air, while you shamelessly started to grind down on his thigh.

“G-God this is better than I imagined.” You threw your head back resting it on the seat in front of you. “I don’t know what’s better, hearing you say you’ve imagined this or watching it happen in front of me.” His bottom lip found its way in between his teeth. He clawed at your hips guiding you into a steady rhythm before taking his free hand and inserting it in the front of panties making you gasp.. He guides his fingers lower, gathering your slick before taking them out and bringing them up to his lips, lapping them sensually while you watched with hooded eyes.

“I want to feel you inside me, please.” You sat up and tugged at his shirt before bringing it over his head. “Please baby I want to feel full.” You dug your nails into his chest feeling the tension build up in the pit of your stomach.

“You will, once you come.” He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close. He kissed your cheek before undoing the clasp of your bra, letting the straps fall down your shoulders. “It’s amazing how I don’t have to do anything for you to fall apart.” He boosted, taking your earlobe in between his teeth. You moaned out loudly as he started bouncing his leg and pushing you down on him even further.

“Let go for me baby.” He whispered in your ear before leaving open mouthed kisses down your neck. He bit down on your collar bone making you cry out as your body shook. Your orgasm washed over you in waves, sighing out his name. Chan let out a satisfied hum as he held your body close, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. You panted as your head fell in the crock of his neck. You sighed happily and ran your hand down his toned stomach, playing with the knot of his swimming trunks.

“That was the hottest thing ever love, we should do it more often.”

If there was one thing you would never complain about regarding your boyfriend was the fact that he always kept true to his promises. But if there was one thing that you could complain about was how truly evil he was when it came to giving you what you wanted.

You hated it.

“Channie stop fucking around and just get on with it.” You groaned as he pressed the head of his cock on your clit.

“Patience is a virtue honey.”

“Well my patience is wearing thin, if we take any longer the guys are going to come looking for us.” You arched your back as he ran his cock down your pussy lips, making you clench over nothing. He pulled back and spread your arousal along with his precum over his angry head, giving himself a few tugs before positioning himself at your entrance again.

“Frankly I am a little offended that you’re thinking about other men, while we’re in such a compromising position.” Chan says as he slowly starts to push in, your heat taking him and wrapping around him deliciously. Even after years of dating he still had such an overwhelming effect on you and he knew that. It made his chest swell up with pride knowing he was the only one that could make you feel the way he did.

“You always take me so well, always so tight. It’s like you’re made for me sweetheart.” He groaned once he was fully sheathed inside of you. Chan leaned down and captured your lips with his, swallowing your whimpers as he slowly started moving. He kept his pace, giving you time to adjust to him knowing fully well that it had been awhile since the two of you had had some alone time.

“B-Baby…f-fuck. You can move a little more.” You mumbled against his lips, clinging onto him. Your nails blissfully digging into his shoulder blades making him moan. He picked up his pace, his mouth trailing down the navel of your breasts, mumbling sweet sinful phrases, etching them into your skin. You arched your back, pushing yourself further into his mouth as he started hitting the mushy soft spot inside of you. Impressed that he had wasted no time in finding it, proving to you once again that he knew your body as if it were his second skin.

“Angel please let me cum inside of you.” He begged his kisses on your skin getting more desperate as well as his thrusts, causing the little coil of pleasure to form in the pit of your stomach. And as much as you didn’t want this moment to end, to stay underneath him in the cramped back seat of his car. To beg him to make you come undone over and over until your body couldn’t handle it anymore. You knew you couldn’t. It had been well over ten minutes.

“Hmm…are you sure?” You placed both of your hands on either side of his head pulling him off your nipple. The loss of his mouth disappoints you but you need to see his face. Needed to see the pleasure he was feeling painted over his perfect features. “Are we ready for that?” You let out a whimper as his thrusts got slower yet harder, making it a point for you to really feel him inside you. To take in how the head of his cock hit your g-spot. To feel the ridges and his veins pulsing against your soft velvety walls, indicating that he was starting to get close.

“More than ready…p-please I want to fill you up with my cum.” He begged resting his forehead against yours, his mouth opened with pleasure. His hot alcohol induced breath fanning your face making chills run down your spin. You nodded, your whimpers getting more desperate as he started to rub his thumb along your clit in moderate circles. The pressure increased as the two of you desperately started to chase your highs. The heat of his car wrapping like a blanket around the two of you making the intensity of the moment even higher.

It made you feel as if the two of you were back in high school and sneaking around with one another. Making out in the same seats during lunch time choosing each other rather than your food. It brought back memories of all the nights underneath the stars at the abandoned football field, listening to him spew random facts about space. And the first night the two of you made love to one another by the lake on a raggedy old blanket his grandma had given him for the holiday season. It was overwhelming to have him this close to you always. To feel him and every inch of his body knowing very well you were the only one that was able to make him come undone the way he always did. And it sent you to the moon.

“C-Channie I’m close.” You breathed out. Your hands moved down his back, pushing him deeper into you. Trying your hardest to feel him closer than what he already was. He moaned out your name like a prayer, his thumb on your clit getting faster as well as his deep thrusts. The dam that had been kept away broke and you felt your orgasm crash harder than before.

“F-Fuck me.” Chan moaned his head falling into your neck as he came undone, painting your walls with his sticky substance. He thrusted into you a bit more, your walls milking him out as he mumbled sweet praises against the shell of your ear.

“I already did.” You joked, a low laugh escaping his lungs as your chests heaved against one another. “I have a proposition for you now.” You whispered snaking your hand up his back and resting it against the back of his head.

“Okay, what is it?”

“We should do that more often.” You giggled. He raised his head giving you a smug look before cupping your chin and bringing it up so his lips were hovering over yours. “How about a round two and we call it a night.” He proposed giving you a chaste kiss before rubbing his nose against yours.

“I think that’s the greatest idea you’ve had all day.”

Chan held onto your hand tightly as the two of you slowly made your way back to the beach camp. Your body was exhausted and you could tell Chan’s was also. Which made you laugh as sometimes the two of you liked to think you had the same stamina you had when you were younger. Each time you were proved wrong but neither of you liked to admit it.

“Finally, we were starting to think you guys got kidnapped.” Seokmin said as he leaned forward roasting a marshmallow.

“To be fair DK and Hoshi were the only ones that thought that. The rest of us knew exactly what was going on.” Vernon spoke, taking a bite out of his s’more, groaning in disappointment when the melted marshmallow fell out of the confinements of the cracker and onto his chin.

“We were looking for eye drops, which by the way I know you took.” Chan sat down on one of the empty lounge chairs. He pulled your arm gently before circling them around your waist and bringing you down onto his lap. You smiled shaking your head as the lewd comments started to filter in.

“I knew that was code for sex.”

“No it’s code for actually looking for eye drops.” Chan gazed over at you. “Right baby?” He sent you a playfully wink making you laugh. No matter what came out of your mouth next, the teasing would never stop. And you knew they would be bringing up the eye drop story as they were now deeming it, until the day you took your last breath. So you shook your head and gave Chan a quick peck before turning to face your friends.

“Chan’s right we were just looking for eye drops.”

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