#framing this and sneaking it onto the wall at work

[bahablastplz]

Canvas: Hyunjin x Reader

Content: A late night with your boyfriend turns into something more as you both try something you had only talked about before; smut and fluff Warnings: p in v sex, unprotected sex, cockwarming, heavy heavy praise WC: 2500 Happy birthday Hyunjin <3

Hyunjin was painting again. 

As you roll out of bed in the middle of the night, this fact is apparent. The smell of paint wafts from the living room where he has his work space set up. A large tarp on the floor, a small easel propped up and a lamp set to illuminate his latest work. Paints lay haphazardly around him, a blend of colors and shades of hues mushed across the palette. The rest of the room was dimly lit, moonlight shimmering through the curtains and shining on your boyfriend’s face. God, he was breathtaking. One paintbrush is in his mouth and the other in his hand, gliding across the canvas. The sight makes you let out a breathy laugh. 

“Love?” He looks up at you now, watching your frame as you admire him from the wall. The lamp light reflects onto his dark-framed glasses when his gaze meets yours, and you smile at how the yellow and orange lights glow across his features. He smiles back. It’s a small gesture, and even though you’ve seen him smile hundreds of times the gesture warms your heart. 

You cross the room in your nightgown, the cold breeze from the air-conditioning causing you to curl into yourself slightly. Hyunjin beckons to the spot on the floor beside him and you take it eagerly, body curling around him and head resting on his lap. 

“Couldn’t sleep?” you ask him. He has the habit of sneaking away in the night, so as to not wake you, and painting until the sun starts to creep through the windows. It’s cathartic for him, a way for him to get away from his thoughts that trouble him in the night. In moments like this you love to watch him, how his brows furrow in concentration and his lips get caught between his teeth. Hyunjin was the most in his element when he had a canvas in front of him. 

“Mm,” he confirms. He checks his hand to make sure no paint dirties it before he rests it on your hip, drawing soothing circles on top of your nightgown. Your head nuzzles deeper into him and you breathe in his scent, letting out a content hum. 

“Did I wake you?” He asks a moment later. His hand moves effortlessly across canvas, dappling acrylic paint across a vision of flowers that was already the picture of perfection to you–but would probably take him at least a few more hours to complete. He was a perfectionist like that; he could point out every absence of color, needed highlight or small imperfection of his work that was near imperceivable to you. 

“No, the bed was just cold. I wanted to see where you were,” you hum against his skin. Your words were true, of course; because you get so hot when you sleep next to your boyfriend, the house usually stays a bit chillier but you notice his absence sometimes when he leaves the bed late at night. He now wears a dark colored hoodie that swallows his features, meant for his comfort when lounging around the house like this. His pants are also meant for lounging, the gray sweatpants soft but covered in remnants of previous art projects known lovingly as his ‘painting pants.’ 

“Do you want me to warm you up?” You nod and crawl into his lap, nuzzling your face right into the crook of his neck. He lets out a breathy laugh underneath you, arms wrapping around your frame to bring you closer as he continues to work. After a few minutes your boyfriend leans closer to the canvas, examining a piece of his work that must have not looked right to him. This action shifts your position, however, your core now pressed right against his clothed length. You tense against him and your breath hitches slightly, and you know that he’s caught on to your arousal. 

“How much longer?” You whine against him. He lets out a laugh and uses his free hand to stroke your back, long fingers moving languidly across your spine. The action is meant to soothe you but has the opposite effect, sending an electrical shock down your body and causing you to let out a small breath. 

“Why, love? Are you feeling needy for me?” You nod almost embarrassingly fast. While you love watching Hyunjin paint and could for hours, you can’t help the want that settles deep in your gut that begs for his touch, his attention, and his desire to be released toward you. 

“I was hoping to paint for a while more,” he confesses. You try not to let your disappointment show, but you let out a moan as the man’s hand finds your hips, pushing you harder against him. The friction that meets your core has you feeling more desperate and you buck into him and he’s smiling, and it infuriates you to know he’s intentionally trying to work you up. He has always loved seeing you pliant, needy and desperate for him, and you were unfortunately already in that state somehow. “Do you want to sit on my cock baby?” Your head reels back to look at him with wide eyes. “You can sit on my cock while I paint but you have to be good and promise not to move, okay?” 

You had talked with him about cock-warming before but it was never something you had actually done. Now, it must be just past 3 a.m., and you were finally turning the hypothetical into reality–it felt unreal. You let out an affirmative sound and nod your head, and he’s maneuvering your bodies to get you set up. He repositions you so that you’re on your knees above him, slightly towering over him where he sits on the floor. He’s lifting his hips up and pushing his pants down just past his thighs, releasing his cock and pumping it one, two times. He’s hard already, and you watch him in awe as he works to pleasure himself in front of you. It’s just for a second, but enough for him to have your breath come to a stop, which is exactly what he was waiting for. 

His hands find place on your waist. He’s hitching your nightgown up above your hips, leaving you bare for him. It’s no secret that sometimes you sleep without underwear on, but he smirks at you and stares in a way that leaves you feeling utterly exposed despite him having seen you like this hundreds of times. His fingers come up to your core, rubbing it and gathering your wetness to spread it around your folds. You let out a moan at the action, thankful for the contact before he’s dragging you down and placing his cock at your entrance. 

He leans back on his hands and looks up at you, waiting for you to do the rest. And so you do, piercing yourself onto him and sliding down his length, inch by inch. Hyunjin was well-endowed, so to speak, so it was never an easy fit to take him but it felt pleasurable nonetheless. Finally he is fully inside you, and your breathing and each moan is completely synced with one another. A hand comes up to bring a loose strand of hair behind your ear, and the movement is so domestic and loving that it makes your heart pang in your chest. 

“Beautiful,” is all he says. 

He brings your nightgown back down so that it covers you up, remembering your recent complaint about being cold. Your head finds its place back on his shoulder, in the crook of his neck like it’s your home. 

And, he continues painting. 

You’re not sure why you’re surprised–that’s exactly what he said he was going to do. Your boyfriend has a lot of self-control and restraint that you did not, and it was especially evident when you were intimate. While you often become wrecked from the start, he would let his pleasure build up and would reel from the delayed gratification of it all. 

Your knees find the ground and before you can help yourself, you put your weight on them. You’re propping yourself up, sliding up his length about halfway, before crashing back down. Your clit drags deliciously across his abdomen in the process, causing you to let out a heavy sigh of pleasure. You rock against him only one more time before strong hands find your shoulders, pushing you down hard. You try to bounce up again and find that you’re unable, his grip keeping you in place so firmly that you cannot budge despite your attempts. 

“Don’t,” he scolds. His words are sharp, not laced with venom but to remind you of his earlier demands. 

At this angle, his hands pushing you down causes his cock to be seated deeper inside you than before and you let out an embarrassing squeak. You feel so full, and you tell him so. 

He has an idea; he grabs you and leans forward, grabbing your legs and wrapping them around his torso. When he sits back down, you are now unable to give yourself the momentum needed to move your hips or rock against his length. You are fully seated on him and he is fully inside you, his arms wrapping around you and holding you flush against him as he continues his work. 

It’s silent, now, with the exception of your shallow and uneven breathing. You find yourself clenching against him over and over again, reeling in the sensation of him inside you. And it’s just that–you can really feel him like this, every ridge and vein, every pulse of him inside you, and it has you feeling lightheaded. 

“God, baby, you’re gushing around me,” he whispers into your hair. “Taking me so good.” His praise makes you smile and squeeze tighter around him and he groans. You feel smug to finally get him to lose his composure, but he starts spouting more praise that makes all thoughts vanish in an instant.

“So good for me, baby, you know that? Such a good pussy. You’re the love of my life, God, you were made just for me. You were made for me to love you, to hold you like this… So pretty for me. You’re all mine, meant to take my cock, yeah?” You whimper against him, the mixture of sweet nothings and sexual praise whispered to you making you feel dizzy. 

It’s several more minutes before you say something, finally coming to the conclusion that you would have to be the one to initiate it further, if he would even let you. 

“Please…” It’s all you can say at first. 

“What, love?” He teases. He knows exactly what you want. 

“Need you to move, please, Hyune… It’s too much. Need to cum,” You beg. You’re sure you sound pathetic but you can’t find it in you to care. If there’s anyone who’s not only willing but wanting to see you in your most pathetic and vulnerable states, it’s Hyunjin. 

“Poor thing, does it feel that good?” His voice asks with a small lilt in it. You’re sniffling now, embarrassed about the tears starting to spill down your cheeks but so overcome in pleasure and sensitivity; you can both feel it in the ways that you clench around him unabashedly. He brings his head back to see your face, to examine your tears. He’s seen you on the verge of tears a few times while having sex from being overwhelmed by pleasure, and though it always makes his heart tighten because he’s the one that’s doing that to you, he’s the one making you feel that good,  he knows it’s about time you’ve reached your limit. He wipes a stray tear away and you don’t even realize that he has dropped his paintbrush until he’s picking you up and bringing you over to the couch. 

He leans back, enraptured by you, and brings you in for a sweet but messy kiss. It’s open-mouthed and hot, and it feels like you’re breathing into him and filling up his lungs. Your tongues meet and you’re covered in spit, a mixture of yours and his, and suddenly his hands are on your hips and his feet are planted strongly on the ground. He doesn’t disconnect his mouth from yours as he thrusts up into you long and hard, but any coherence is long since gone and you’re not sure you’re even kissing back anymore, instead giving loud, high-pitched moans into his mouth. 

His hands move to the undersides of your thighs and he uses his strength to piston into you. In this way, you can only take what he gives but it’s more than enough, as he knows your body better than you do. 

“I’m close, love,” he confesses. He lets his head fall back onto the couch but his eyes never leave yours, drinking up your scrunched up face and open-mouthed pants. It’s no surprise that you’re both close to your arrival so soon, after sitting on him for so long your pleasure feels like it’s increased tenfold. 

“Me too,” you say, struggling to get the words out. You didn’t have to tell him, though. He could tell by the way you were starting to tighten around him. 

“Go ahead and touch your pretty clit for me, make yourself come.” You follow his command, hand snaking down to where your bodies meet. He was right, you were absolutely soaked, and you use this wetness to shakily circle around your clit. His thrusts get harder, deeper, the way they do right before he cums. Unsurprisingly, you beat him to it, clenching all over his length and throwing your head back as you release. 

He follows suit, thrusting into you a few more times before he finds his release, spilling deep inside of you. He holds you close, rutting into you now slowly and working you both through your intense orgasms. When he stills, you collapse into his arms and he holds you tight, embracing you and running a hand through your hair as he praises you. When he finally pulls you off of him you feel empty and this makes you whine. Hyunjin pulls up his sweatpants and carries you to your shared bathroom, placing you onto the sink as he runs the bath. It’s late, but you feel grimy and covered in sweat so the bath is more than welcomed. 

When you look into the mirror, you can’t help but laugh. Your nightgown is covered in paint at your hips and your waist. Though he had tried to be so careful, you suppose it was the risk that came with the reward. When Hyunjin sees the target of your laughter, he joins you and apologizes sheepishly, promising to buy you another. 

“It’s okay, this can just be my paint nightgown,” you joke. “I’ll wear it the next time we have sex while you’re painting.” He smiles at you affectionately, and when you finally get back to sleep it’s in his arms and your bed is warm again.

*** Masterlist Recs

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[rodolfoparras]

Pairing: John Price x Top Male reader

Cw: 18+, age gap, office sex, semi public sex, public sex, riding bjobs

Summary: in which Price is your dad’s best friend

Thinking about Price being best friend with your father, a man who runs an empire and expects you to take over one day.

However you want the complete opposite, on top of that you despise him.

When your father first introduced you to Price you hadn’t planned to fuck him, but the older man was kind, sweet and charming, on top of that he was very attractive.

So when your dad’s away on a business trip you’ll fuck Price in your dad’s office, sitting in his office chair while having Price perched on your lap as he works himself up and down your cock, making sure to bend him over the desk and fuck him all over your father’s paper work even going as far as taking him up against one of the walls til that stupid portrait that your father has of himself falls down onto the floor and shatters into the pieces

And Price? He fucking loves it, takes your cock with a smile on his face as you fuck him on your dads desk,milking you for all your worth as he sucks you off in your father’s office chair, feels himself get even more riled up when the sharp picture frames dig into his back while you take him up against the wall.

Because truth is Price hates your dad as much as you do. He’s just putting up with him for the sake of business connections.

So if someone young and attractive like you wants to fuck him who is he to deny it?

He’ll gladly take your hand in his to grope his own dick while the three of you are sitting in a meeting,

He’ll happily go for a quickie before he is to meet your dad for dinner, sneaking away to storage rooms to fuck, maybe even letting you take him in the broken elevator, then quickly getting himself together with your cum in his ass as he goes to have dinner with your dad

Price will even throughly enjoy sitting in your father’s office no matter if it’s to sit through a scolding or a boring conversation, because in his mind he’d just be thinking about every spot you fucked in.

#call of duty #john price x reader #john price x male reader #john price #captain john price #captain john price x male reader #captain john price x reader #dom male reader #top male reader #bottom male character #sub male character

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

Oh dear sweet god

Why do I do this to myself

This goof has such a chokehold on my heart I just CANNOT

Working on P is for Public of ABC's of Kink, but it's getting split into two. Part one is SFW, part 2 will be very much NSFW. Already working in it and planning to have it up tonight.

And awaaaaay we gooo—

I lied part 3 will be NSFW don't hurt me

Blacksmith's Daughter

Part 1 of 3

Part 2 here

Series: ABC's of Kink

Letter: P is for Public

Wordcount: 2.7k

Tags: SFW, NSFW (part 3 only), fluff, hurt/comfort other stuff maybe

LA!Shanks X AFAB!Reader

Dear gods I loved writing this one

To say you were in a pickle would have been a grievous understatement.

You and a close friend had been caught sneaking around a Marine base after getting the bright idea to break into their treasury vault. For a few years since your father's death you had been down on your luck, and it had seemed a quick ticket to dragging yourself out of the gutter. You had become over that time a particularly skilled thief, and the training you had recieved from your father in blades, not to mention the pair of cutlasses he had smithed for you, didn't hurt your chances.

And you had been forced to give yourself up after your friend was killed while resisting arrest.

Thrown onto a Marine ship bound for Impel Down, locked in the brig with your hands and feet bound in irons. No family, no friends, set to rot for at least the next few years in prison, if not for the rest of your life.

You were fairly certain your situation couldn't possibly get any worse.

The officer guarding the brig was leaning against the desk across from the stairs that led up to the main deck of the ship, polishing his rifle with a rag and gun oil and whistling to himself. He had an easy enough time of it—you were the only prisoner there, and you weren't bothering to give him a hard time. You had been aboard the damnable ship for three days, stiff and sore from your limited range of movement in the heavy shackles clamped around your wrists and ankles, the gravity of your situation weighing heavily on you, and there really wasn't any fight left in you.

Sudden shouting from the deck overhead made him pause and look up the stairs, his brow furrowing under the brim of his cap as you both listened.

"Open fire!"

"Pirates!"

"All hands! Man the guns!"

The officer glanced into your cell, shouldering his rifle as he tossed his rag on the desk and pointed at you.

"Not a peep, wench."

You just leaned back against the wall of the cell with a sigh. "Yup."

So your situation could get worse. Wonderful.

The ship rattled and shook, the cannon fire making your ears ring. Bits of the ceiling fell into the cell around you. You flinched when a hole was blown through the wall of the cell next to your own, the cannon ball rolling across the floor and clanging against the bars. Rather than rotting in prison, you were just flat out going to die.

A fitting end for a miserable few years.

And then all at once, you heard another voice call for ceasefire. The cannon fire stopped first, and slowly the sounds of fighting on the deck above your head fell into relative silence, peppered with animated chatter and laughter.

That could only mean one thing—the Marines had lost.

And your suspicions were confirmed when, a few minutes later, one of the senior cadets on board burst through the doors and sprinted down the stairs into the brig in an outright panic, whimpering, attempting to draw his pistol with shaking hands—but not before he was followed by a broad-shouldered man with a long black ponytail, a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth, holding a large rifle with one hand and leveling the barrel between the young Marine's eyes.

The pirates had won. You weren't sure whether that was a good thing or a bad thing.

"Oh, don't shoot the kid, Benn, just get him restrained."

You watched another pirate stroll down the stairs and lean into the wall at the edge of them, bright red hair framing his face, a long black cape hanging around one of his shoulders, and a pair of cutlasses slung over his shoulder—your cutlasses. He set them lightly on the desk and patted his crewmate on the shoulder a couple times as he passed.

There was only one man on the Grand Line that matched his description, and even having lived in a town too far inland to have had much experience with pirates, you had heard of him—Red-Haired Shanks, captain of the Red Hair Pirates, who held one of the highest bounties in the world.

"Be quicker to shoot him." Benn shrugged a shoulder. "Or just coldcock him over the head."

"Kid's probably already shit himself." Shanks grabbed a coil of rope from the wall and tossed it across to him. "No use adding injury to insult."

Benn rolled his eyes over toward his captain...and then his gaze flicked back a bit, landing on you as you glanced warily between him and Shanks. Benn gave a nod toward your cell, and your heart went from racing to ceasing entirely when Shanks turned his head and locked his gaze with your own.

He lifted his eyebrows a bit, his dark brown eyes glinting.

"Well, hello there." You swallowed as he approached the cell slowly. He wrapped his hand around one of the bars, leaning forward. Evidently your anxiousness was written all over your face, as he said next, reassuringly, "Don't worry love, we don't bite. Unless you make the idiot decision of opening fire on my ship," he added, raising his voice just a bit and tilting his head to look back at the Marine cadet, who was putting up absolutely no fight over having his hands tied behind his back now.

Shanks directed his gaze back over to you, flashing a charming grin. "So what're ya in for, sweetheart?"

You took a deep breath, and forced yourself to speak. "I—I, er—"

"She snuck into the base in Nanohana and attempted to break into the treasury vault," the cadet chimed in, and flinched as Benn shoved him down to sit against the wall.

He then grabbed the gun-oil rag from the desk and stuffed it in the cadet's mouth.

"Nobody asked you, kid," he said, leaning against the adjacent wall and crossing his arms, his rifle propped up against the wood paneling beside him.

Shank's grin only widened at that. "Did you really?" You nodded shortly, and he chuckled. "God, what a horrible crime," he went on, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Everyone knows the World Government is horrifically impoverished and doesn't have a single Berry to spare." He leaned a bit closer, resting his head against one of the iron bars. "How far did you get?"

"W...we had just gotten the vault open before we were surrounded," you said quietly. You couldn't tear your eyes away from his, as they widened and his eyebrows shot up toward his hairline, completely taken aback.

"Impressive," he said, his eyes passing over you slowly. He bit the corner of his lip thoughtfully, before his eyes returned to yours. "You said we. You have a crew?"

You shook your head. "It was just me and my friend. Well...more like my brother, really." Your eyes dropped to your knees for a moment. "He didn't make it," you said quietly, still not quite able to process it. Your best friend, your only friend, who you had known for twenty-three years, since you were a toddler.

Gone.

When you lifted your eyes back to the red-haired captain, his expression had softened considerably, mouth turned down in a small frown, his amusement replaced with genuine concern. "I'm terribly sorry to hear that, sweetheart," he said gently. He drew in a deep breath, and let it out as a slow sigh, before flipping his cape out of the way and taking a seat on the floor—and you noticed with a bit of shock as the cloak shifted that the left sleeve of his loose white shirt was empty.

He rest his elbow on his knee, leaning his chin into his palm, hand curled over his mouth for a long moment.

"Arabasta is around three days from here," he said finally. "Provided the wind cooperates, and honestly we could do with making port. We'd be more than happy to take you home."

You swallowed, your heart still pounding, still anxious, but for a different reason now. This man, who didn't even know your name, who was gazing at you with a gentle compassion spread across his handsome features that you were entirely unaccustomed to, offering to go out of his way just to get you home—this man had a bounty of over three billion berries?

After a moment, you shook your head. "Wouldn't be much use," you said, shrugging a shoulder. "I don't exactly have a home."

"Any family?" You shook your head—your father's death had been wholly unexpected, and led ultimately to the closing of his smithy, where the two of you and your "brother"—his apprentice—had also lived. Within less than a month you had been on the streets. "Friends?"

His face fell a little more every time you shook your head no. He ran the pad of his index finger over the top of his lips, glancing briefly at Benn.

Back at you, looking at you almost like you were a poor, abandoned puppy he wanted to take home.

He glanced at Benn again, longer this time, until his first mate sighed, straightening out from the wall. "I'll figure out who's got the keys," he said, already starting toward the door.

"Good man."

From the slam you heard, you were fairly sure he kicked the door open at the top, and his voice boomed over the loght chatter on the deck.

"Alright, you assholes. I'm gonna ask one of you who's got the keys to the brig. I don't get an answer in ten seconds, you're getting an extra hole in your head, and I move onto the next guy."

Your eyes widened a little as you looked toward the stairs, moving back over to Shanks as he laughed a little.

"Has a real knack for subtlety, doesn't he?" he said with a crooked grin. He leaned back, planting his hand on the floor behind him. "Seems you have two options, love. You can stay here, with a bunch of tied up Marines who want to take you—where, Impel Down?" You nodded, and he returned the nod. "Or..." He cooked his head slightly to one side, his grin widening a little. "We can break you out of here and you can come with us."

You blinked a few times. "And...go where?" you said slowly.

Her shrugged a shoulder. "Wherever the wind and the waves carry us."

He was asking you to join his crew. You felt your eyes widen a bit, and Shanks laughed softly when he saw his meaning had sunk in.

"I'd choose the latter option, personally," he said. "Never hurts to have another good thief on board."

"You...can't really say I'm a good thief, given..." You glanced down pointedly at the iron shackles around your ankles. "Well, circumstances."

"Ah..." He waved his hand dismissively. "Everyone makes mistakes early in their career. How long have you been thieving?"

"Two years," you said. "Since my father died. Mostly just...pick-pocketing and sneaking money pouches off vendors. This was the first actual break-in."

His eyes widened a bit. "Your first actual break-in," he said slowly, the corner of his mouth curving into a smirk, "was into a Marine base in a major city?"

You shrugged a shoulder, and nodded. He huffed out a sigh, shaking his head.

"Oh, I like you," he said in a low, flirtatious tone, his eyes making a slow pass over you that made your heart speed up and blood rush to your cheeks. "So tell me, princess...." He finally leaned forward again, resting his arm across his knee, and went on with a debonair grin. "Is there a pretty name to go with that pretty face?"

You managed to stammer out your name, your eyes wide as saucers. His smile softened as he shook his head a little, his gaze locked firmly onto yours as he spoke one word softly.

"Beautiful."

You jumped when the door opened, and both of you looked over as Benn descended the stairs, flicking a spent cigarette butt at the Marine cadet still seated in the corner. He tossed a ring of keys over to Shanks.

"Already informed everyone we have a new thief on the crew," he said flatly, tossing a ring of keys over to Shanks.

Shanks swiped them out of the air, grinning. "And how do you know that? I don't recall telling you."

Benn gave him a look equally as flat as his tone.

"Oh, lighten up, you grumpy old bastard," said Shanks jovially, pulling himself to his feet. Your eyes were glued to the keys as he flipped one out and tried it in the cell lock.

It didn't open.

"So what're we doing about this?" said Benn, gesturing broadly. "Caravel full of tied up Marines. Sink her? Just leave her adrift?"

Shanks shrugged. "Might as well just leave it. Take anything that isn't nailed to the floor."

There was a muffled sound of protest in the corner, and both men turned their gaze to the cadet.

Shanks tried the second key, with no success, as the cadet managed to turn his head and tug the cloth out of his mouth with traction from the shoulder of his coat. "Y—you can't just—there's no telling when another Marine ship will come by!"

Shanks snorted. "Or another pirate ship." He flipped to the next key, smirking. "So you'd rather I sink her?"

"W—well, no, but—but we—"

Benn had evidently heard enough. He rolled his eyes as he stooped down to pick up the cloth, and the cadet's jaw snapped shut immediately. Sighing in irritation, he grabbed the kid by his nose and held his nostrils shut until he was forced to open his mouth to take a gasp of air.

And Benn immediately shoved the cloth back into his mouth, and pointed a finger an inch from his nose. "Do it again and it'll be the last thing you ever do. Got it?"

The cadet nodded quickly, his eyes wide circles of terror.

The third key turned, and the lock clicked. You expelled a heavy sigh of relief at the sound. Shanks chuckled lightly as he watched you lean your head back against the damp wall behind you. "No need to worry, love," he said, kneeling down at your feet and flipping to the attached set of smaller keys for the cuffs and shackles. "I can pick a lock when I need to." He freed the first one, leveling his eyes with yours, and a small shiver coursed up your spine as he reached out and brushed a few strands of hair behind your ear, his thumb briefly caressing your flushed cheek. "I'm not letting a few iron bars and chains keep me from you."

"Oh dear god," Benn grumbled under his breath, rolling his eyes, and you almost giggled a little, biting your lip. The guy wasn't wrong, Shanks was laying it on pretty thick.

Though you weren't really complaining.

Shanks glanced back at him as he set to unlocking the second shackle, feigning surprise. "Oh, are you still here?" he said with a sarcastic smirk. He turned his attention back to the irons. "I fear I forgot there was anyone else in the room for a moment."

He glanced up and gave you a little wink before tossing the shackles away, and touched your shoulder lightly to indicate for you to lean forward so he could get to the cuffs wrapped around your wrists.

Benn leveled his eyes with yours, glancing at his captain, and gave a small snort of laughter. "Good luck."

And with that, he headed back up the stairs.

"Oh, don't listen to him, sweetheart."

Shanks chuckled, leaning over you to quickly unlock the shackles, so close you could feel the heat of his body, smell the leathery scent of his cologne mingling with a subtler hint of spiced rum. Your heart raced as he stood back up, dropped the cuffs, and held out his hand, smiling.

You hesitated for the briefest of moments, before placing your hand in his. He pulled you to your feet...and then flush against his chest, grinning as he wrapped his arm around your waist.

"I promise I'm perfectly harmless."

#opla #one piece shanks #red haired shanks #shanks #shanks one piece #shanks x reader #help i love him #one piece fan fiction #opla fanfiction #fluff #hurt/comfort

[cal-flakes]

╰┈➤ getting caught with rafe

warnings: smut, a lot of swearing.

summary: y/n maybank gets caught with rafe cameron, by her brother.

“nobody’s home rafe, it’ll be fun!” y/n gleamed, dragging her reluctant boyfriend by the arm. branches and leaves crunched underneath their feet as the trampled through the cut. rafe cameron did not want to be walking through this side of the island, but after a minor spat about rafe having never been to his girlfriends house, he agreed.

“im not sure if you’re forgetting princess, but there’s a reason we’ve never gone to your house” rafe whispered, earning a cheeky smile from her. “shh, he’s not home, he’s out with pope..” y/n uttered, praying her boyfriend won’t bolt.

it wasn’t that rafe was scared, absolutely not. rafe cameron would never run from a pogue like jj maybank. he was nervous about y/n getting in trouble. y/n and rafe had been sneaking around with eachother for a little while, having shared a blunt at a party once, leading to a very long conversation about outer space.

still being dragged along, rafe observed the girl in front of him carefully, seeing how her hand fit just right in his, watching the skip in her step as she pulled him with her.

he was in awe, he adored her to no end, to the point it unnerved him. rafe cameron couldn’t have seen this coming from a mile away, the thought of falling so hard for someone scared him to death, nevermind falling for a pogue.

over the last few weeks they had a routine going, y/n would sneak out when she knew jj was asleep and walk fifteen minutes up the road where rafe’s car would wait for her. from there they’d drive back to his place, or when they were feeling it, drive to the beach and sit there all night.

because of her, rafe’s downright hatred for pogues had softened quite a bit. taking the time to understand why she lives the way she does, why she has to work two jobs, sometimes three just to make enough money for her and jj. y/n maybank had really opened his eyes, and he secretly loved it. he was amazed by her.

“see? nobody’s home” she stated, subconsciously taking the win as she peered through the open porch. no lights, no cars. she knew jj was somewhere with pope, and would most likely crash at john b’s place. “what about your dad?” rafe asked carefully, aware of the sensitive topic. shrugging, “he’s been gone for a while, don’t know where, doubt he’ll be back anytime soon” y/n sighed, her heart hurting slightly at the thought of luke abandoning her, thought she would never admit that.

pushing the door open, she ushered rafe through and turned the hallway light on. looking around, he took notice of the various holes along the walls, a few broken pictures lay on the ground underneath them. a strange pain in his chest caught him off guard, he couldn’t explain the feeling, but he knew why.

rafe picked up the pace and hastily followed after her before she could notice he was looking. “you hungry? we probably don’t have much but i’m sure i could make you a sandwich or something, if jj hasn’t eaten everything…” y/n fidgeted with her bracelets as she rambled anxiously, now regretting her decision to bring him here. the differences between their houses was ongoing and y/n was overly aware of it in the moment.

taking hold of her cheek, rafe shushed her with a soft kiss. “i’m not hungry angel, it’s okay” he muttered, stroking her head with his fingers. nodding, she grabbed his hand again, leading him through to her room.

heading through, rafe chuckled as y/n jumped onto her bed the moment they set foot in her room. y/n’s room wasn’t big, big enough for a double bed and some bookshelves. the walls were littered with framed pictures. rafe’s lips curled slightly, threatening a small smile as he looked over the baby picture of her and her brother, pictures of her and the pogues.

wracking his brain, rafe couldn’t think of anything that would make him change his mind about her brother and his friends, but her large smiles in the photographs were enough to make him see that they were a big part of her life.

creeping behind him, y/n wrapped her arms around his torso, leaning her head on his shoulder blade as he continued looking at the contents of her room. coming round to look with him, she pointed a finger at one of the photos. “this was in the marsh i think, we were fishing through the summer and jj pushed me off the boat, a scary moment for sure because god knows what’s down there, but it was fun” she spoke quietly, a toothy smile appearing.

rafe’s eyes trailed from the photograph back to her, sucking in a breath as he stared. “you are so fucking beautiful angel..” he muttered, almost breathless.

y/n turned to face him, beaming as he looked down at her. suddenly, she latched onto him, causing them to topple and land on the bed.

giggling, she leaned down as she straddles him, planting kisses all over his chiselled face. his ring clad fingers reached up to hold her cheeks, pulling her in for a deep kiss. not breaking the kiss, his hands wandering as ground her hips onto him.

y/n moaned into rafe’s mouth, feeling his cock harden beneath her. pulling away slowly, rafe flipped them both, pinning y/n down. a torrent of whimpers left her mouth as he trailed kisses down her neck, undoing her shorts as he did.

she gripped the sheets, lifting slightly for rafe to pull down the denim bottoms. pleasurable thoughts invaded her mind, wanting nothing more than release. looking up at her, he pressed light kisses to her inner thighs, the hot air from his breath making her jolt.

the cool metal rings on his fingers added nothing but pleasure as his thumb circles her clit at a painfully slow pace. “f-fuck, rafe..please” y/n whined, intertwining her fingers with his hair, pulling slightly.

groaning as she tugged, he pushed his fingers through her folds, earning yet another breathy moan. his pace quickened as his tongue took over from his thumb, sucking softly on her clit.

the burning coil in her stomach twisted tighter and she clenched around his fingers, an early sign that she was close.

“you gonna cum for me angel? can you do that for me?” he whispered, the vibrations from his mouth sent shockwaves through her. nodding, she threw her head back, not able to suppress the noises bubbling in her throat.

a loud gasp erupted from her lips as she heard a bang outside, pushing rafe’s head away. “oh my god” she muttered in fear. rafe’s head perked up, unsure of what was going on.

“quick, get under the blanket, jj’s back” she whispered, hearing her brothers taunting footsteps in the hallway. y/n covered rafe with the sheet the best she could, lying back, nervously thinking of a plan.

“yo y/n! you in?” jj called from outside her door. “fuck” she mumbled, “y-yeah, in my room!” she answered, half praying he’d take it and leave it. before god could consider granting her wish, her bedroom door swung open, jj’s boots clunking on the floor as he stepped inside.

his eyes narrowed at the sight before him, y/n laying in bed, the blanket bundled up around her lower half. “you okay? you sick?” her brother questioned, suspicion laced in his tone. “uh, y-yeah, yeah i’m not feeling great”

“okay, you cold or something? that’s a lot of blankets y/n” jj joked, taking a step forward to prod the sheets. “no don’t touch them! i finally got comfy!” she screamed, her heart beating almost out of her chest.

“hey man, im just making sure you got enough” his brows furrowed, making the final step towards the bed, laying a hand on the mound of blankets. for a second, time seemed to slow. her eyes widened as her brothers did. he knew, and she knew that he knew.

jumping backwards with such force, knocking the photograph of her in the marsh onto the floor. “that’s a fucking person y/n, that’s not a fucking sheet!” he shouted, not knowing what to think. before she could get a word in, jj had started on a verbal rampage.

“who the fuck is under there y/n? i swear to god i’ll blow his fucking brains out!” his arms flapped around as he spoke, his anger showing through his movements.

“for fucks sake jj! get out!” she screamed at him, gesturing violently for him to leave. shaking his head, he tapped the wall beside him as if to ground himself.

“no! get out of the bed y/n! get up!” an argument ensued as rafe stayed as still as possible. he’d have jumped up by now to argue with her brother also, but he didn’t want to make things worse for her.

after a bit of back and forth, jj, fed up, went to rip the sheets away from his sister. “no! jj don’t! i’m naked!” she shrieked, pausing all movement from her brother.

the look in his eyes scared her, he looked crazy, possibly even murderous if she really squinted. “i’m not leaving this house until i find out who’s in your fucking room y/n!” jj bellowed, slamming the door behind him. “you’ll have to come out at some point! might as well get it over with!”

chest heaving, she pulled the blanket off rafe, who just smirked up at her. “i told you this was a bad idea angel” he laughed quietly, enjoying the feeling of being right, once again. “it’s not funny rafe! he’s going to kill me!” she cried, worried about her brothers reaction when his eyes meet rafe’s. shaking his head, he pecked her thigh once more. “not as long as i’m here”

after helping her get dressed, rafe pressed a kiss to her forehead as she moved slowly to the door. the door vibrated as jj knocked on it. “i’m waiting y/n”

this was it. this was the moment her brother would finally snap.

opening the door slowly, y/n couldn’t meet her brothers gaze as his eyes travelled from his sister to the man in her room. for a moment he said nothing, almost hyperventilating as his blood boiled.

“rafe? you’re sleeping with rafe cameron?!” he shouted, causing his sister to jump at the sudden noise.

as if to anger him further, rafe stood tall behind y/n, hands on her waist as he stared her brother down, egging him on to make a move.

the bad blood between the two was incomprehensible, unfixable, unchanging. she could think of so many words to describe the mutual hatred between them.

jj shook in his place, seething. if his sister wasn’t standing right in front of him, he would’ve went for rafe by now.

“jj! stop! he’s not what you think!” y/n pleaded, desperate for him to understand. the taken aback look on his face said it all. “not what i think? not what i fucking think?! he’s dangerous y/n! you need to stay away from him!”

rafe stayed quiet, knowing how upset she would be if he made any advances. his fingers dig into her side as he listened to the insults spewing from her brothers mouth, struggling to keep his cool.

“no he’s not jj! he’s so sweet and kind to me! you wouldn’t get it!” she retorted, growing tired of brothers anger.

worried about what he might do, given the chance, jj stopped shouting. “you know what, I can’t even fucking look at you right now y/n”

before she could plead with him, he’d stormed out of the house, taking his forever packed bag with him, a sign he wasn’t returning that night.

“shh baby, i’ve got you, it’s okay” rafe cooed, pulling her into him, her tears staining his top.

part two <3

#rafe cameron x fem!reader #rafe cameron x reader #dom!rafe #rafe cameron #outer banks #obx #outerbanks rafe #rafecameron #rafe smut #rafe obx

[wint3r-h3art]

Sink Into You | Attuma

Summary : Attuma was eager to reunite with you.

Word count : 2.1K

Warnings : Literal Attuma brainrot. No plot just h0rny. Size kink., & brief body worshipping cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex. 18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

A/N : I have nothing to add just h0rny for this man, and i noticed the lack of content. surly someone wants to bang him. All dialog are in his native tongue, so I put them in brackets to indicate that. If you do like this fic, please, please comment and reblogs. Your support means a lot! 

*** DO NOT COPY, REPOST, OR TRANSLATE MY WORKS

A steely arm wrapped around your waist and hauled you back into a firm embrace. Your back flushed against his massive frame, while your face was pressed against the cold, stony wall of your chamber. A gasp escaped from your lips as his large, warm body pressed against yours. 

He was already hard and ready to drive himself inside you as he pressed his bulge between your ass cheeks. Arousal seeped out of your folds as Attuma caged you there with his body. Every cell in your body buzzed, lacing with desperation and anticipation. 

For a man his size, he had always moved so swiftly and silently, sneaking up on you without even making a sound. Attuma had always been a presence unto himself. The man was built like a seamount–tall and burly with a broad chest, and two massive tree trunks of legs. Every muscle on his body was the result of years of training and honing himself of becoming the best out there. And he knew it. 

Oh, Attuma knew the kind of effect he had on people, especially you alright. 

His presence had always overwhelmed the space–not only because of how massive he is, but that confident air about him mixed with that smirk on his lips. Every time he caught you watching him a bit too long, he would flash you that cocky smirk of his that tormented your very soul.

You whined out loudly when he slowly and deliberately ground his arousal against your ass, making your pussy clench and unclenched at the emptiness, wishing for him to just fill you up. Your back was flushed against his warm body. Your legs were barely able to support your own weight if it wasn’t for his strong, muscular arm around your waist. 

His mouth was on your neck kissing whatever skin he could reach. He was needy for weeks away from you. And every time he returned to you, all that pent-up frustration and adrenaline melded into an insatiable carnal desire that only you can quench. 

“[I need you],”. The words rolled off his tongue, coming in hot like magma slithering down your spine and straight into your needy cunt. His breath was hot and humid, brushing against the shell of your ears until heat flooded your body. Your heart was hammering against your ribcage as you could feel his thick fingers stroking along your slipper seam, rubbing and teasing at the small bud. He could feel the way your slick was dripping onto his thick fingers, and he loved every moment of it. He loved the thought of turning you, this beautiful, magnificent woman into a panting mess.

You could only respond with a whine as your eyelids fluttered again when he bucked his hips forward. He barely started with you, and you’ve already felt like you could unravel in his arms. His desire was evident in his thick body, from the way he moved to the way he was watching earlier. It was tangible by just how a look can make your pussy throb to your own frantic heartbeat.

His large hands stroke your body up and down at first as if he was relishing the way your skin feels under his calloused palm. His lips planted kisses on the back of your neck to your shoulders, then downward along your spine until he knelt behind you. His palms were now massaging your ass cheeks, kneading them before placing another kiss on the subtle flesh. He was worshiping you like the goddess that you are, loving and relishing every inch of your skin.

Attuma carefully spread your legs apart, exposing your bare pussy right in his face. He can sense your anxiety seeping out of your skin as you look at him over your shoulder. The uncertainty in your eyes said it all, and without breaking eye contact, he leaned in to place a  kiss on your supple skin–a reassuring, gentle gesture that only you were allowed to witness.

Your lover pulled you back by the hips to create enough space for you to slightly lean forward while being supported by the wall. His thumb caressed your pussy lips, stroking them and teasing them until your legs began to shake. A smirk quirked at the corner of his lips before he leaned in and licked at your seam, drawing a shaky breath right out of you as your fingers curled into a fist.

Attuma hummed contently into your throbbing pussy while his tongue worked you, licked and flicked at your sensitive flesh, letting the tip of his tongue push and toy with your clit. He would spread you open, and plunge his thick tongue into your velvety heat, fucking you so slowly and deliberately with shallow thrusts.

His name fell from your lips pathetically, while your hand desperately grabbed at his hair. It seemed to rile something up in his as he devoured you abundantly. You tried desperately to move away, hoping to at least catch a break, but to no avail as his steely arm wrapped tightly around you, holding you in place as he continued his assault upon your senses. He was persistent now with the way he was eating you out, every lick and every thrust of his tongue only bringing you further to the edge until your body can’t take anymore.

Your legs began to shake as your muscles spasmed. You began to clench around his tongue, but Attuma was still going at it until you came, gushing out onto him with a muffled scream, yet he made no move to withdraw himself from you. 

“[Please...Attuma...]” you pleaded with him as your body threatened to fall apart as another rapture drew near, but he didn’t answer. Instead, he continued to devour you until you came the 2nd time with his name spilled out from your lips.

You almost collapsed by the way your legs gave out under you if it wasn’t for him. Attuma carefully picked you up and carried you over to his bed, where he gently laid you there. For a man that was capable of destruction, he was careful with you. He knew his strength, but he wasn’t some brute. He knew when to use it.

He smirked as you whined out loud when he spread your legs apart so he could settle himself in between them. Attuma tapped your glistening pussy with the fat, bulbous head of his cock as a warning, which made your thighs twitch.

“[I’m going to fuck you so good that you won’t be able to feel anything else for weeks,]” he told you as he continued to toy with you, rubbing your slit with the head of his cock. Attuma could feel you tensing up as you waited in anticipation. 

“[Relax, and let me in, love. I’ve got you,]” he said hoarsely as he slowly pushed the head inside. You bit down on your lips as you felt him easing into you slowly, inch by inch. It was like a slow, desirous torture that burned you from within. Every part of you felt like you were set ablaze by the way he was stretching and filling you. You could feel every groove and every vein of his thick cock, spreading you and stretching you so overwhelmingly that it made your head hurt. 

Attuma was holding on to the last bit of his rationality as you squeezed him so tightly that it felt almost like choking. You were a  slight little thing compared to him, yet you had always held more power than you realize–a dangerous power in fact. Aside from the Feathered Serpent God himself, no others had control over him, except you, which made you the most dangerous woman around.

His arms bulged as he held his weight aloft. His abdomen muscles strained tightly as he pumped his thick cock in and out of you. His expression tauted with lust. His deep brown eyes stared at you with a devastating combination of needs and determination that made every nerve in your body come alive.

“[You’re so tight. You need to relax more,]” he said as he brought his thick fingers down to the space where you joined and began to rub at your bud. You whined at the sensation. Because you were stretched out wide and tight just to accommodate him. Your clit was practically fully exposed, swollen, and more aroused than you have ever imagined. 

Attuma sank into you deeper, pushing in shallow, rapid thrusts that made you whine and mewled and beg. He grunted deeply in his chest as his fingers dug into your hips, relishing the way you were sucking him in and swallowing him so tightly. Strings of incoherent words fell from his lips the more he moved. He could feel your wall begin to flutter around him, and Attuma couldn’t help but begin to pound into you, pumping in hard with determination. Noise no longer came out of you as everything inside your lungs was being fucked out of you.

Every flex of his thighs brought in a power surge of his hips into you. He was impossibly deep and impossibly hard. His heavy balls smacked against your ass repeatedly. It was too much and too overwhelming that you began to feel that tight coil that rested in the pit of your stomach growing again.

“[I’m coming…]” you managed to utter the words in between your panting as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. 

Attuma grinned. He spread your legs wider to allow himself to sink deeper inside you. Every thrust forward felt like he was rearranging your inside. You started wailing mindlessly as pleasure was becoming too much before it exploded inside you like a wave crashing against a rock.

Your arms wrapped tightly around his neck, pulling his large frame toward you. Attuma continued to fuck faster and harder as he tried to chase his own release. You didn’t know how long you lay there, getting used by him before he let out a deep, guttural sound that seemed to emit from deep inside his chest. His large body jerked violently as his cock strained and bucked with a force that would have sent you across the bed if it wasn’t for his steely grip. He came hard and you could feel the warmth, sticky cum filled you up until your stomach was bloated.

You both lay there, panting. Sweat trickled down his neck as he turned. His dark tresses stick to his burly frame. You watched the way his broad chest rise and fell.

“[You have slain me,]” you joked in between your breath as you stared at him. Attuma chuckled as he rolled over so he was laying on his stomach. His hand reached out to cup your chin.

“[Have I?]”

You nodded before he pulled your smaller frame toward him. Attuma buried his face in your hair, inhaling your scent as if he had many times whenever he returned from the surface. It was his way of knowing that he was not home in the comfort of your arms.

You wiggled your ass slightly against his cock as you tried to get closer to him, but of course, it somehow made him hard again. Attuma groaned lowly that it made the hair at the back of your neck stand on its end.

“[How can you get hard again when you just came that much?!”] 

Attuma chuckled as his face was still buried inside your hair. His massive arms still wrapped firmly around you.

“[It’s not my fault. You are the one that wiggles that little ass all over me. You should be worried if I don’t get hard this quickly.]”

You slapped his hand that was on your stomach, but Attuma was holding you tighter, pressing his erection right into you.

“[You are insatiable, I swear,]” you grumbled, though your words dissolved into nothingness as he dipped his thick fingers and sank into your slick, velvety heat once more. His name fell from your lips as he spread your leg and laid it over his thigh. Attuma once again began to work at your sensitive body, pumping his fingers inside you and stringing you up to the familiar tightness.

“[Only for you, my love.]”

#attuma x reader #attuma x you #attuma imagine #attuma fanfiction #Attuma smut #attuma x y/n #attuma fic #attuma #alex livinalli

[pendarling]

I Can't Keep Up The Act

Pretending to be a reformed villain was the stupidest idea they could've imagined.

For weeks, Villain had been systematically tasked with only one objective: exploiting and destroying the heroes from the inside. It was brilliant; after all, who was more capable of manipulation than them?

However, had they put their mission first instead of their emotions, Villain might have never been in this situation. They sighed and locked the door in their quarters. Villain pushed their laptop out from beneath their bed and looked at the last email sent from their boss. There would be a power outage in the headquarters any minute, either today or tomorrow.

It was supposed to be a final attack on the heroes; villains had planned this event for months, and the invasion would happen soon.

They bit their thumb, still nervous at the prospects of the event. What was it? Someone once described this feeling as having a change of heart, but how could a villain like themselves ever betray their own for something like that?

Villain often caught their eyes lingering on Hero's small frame from a distance in the lounging area. They were doing that thing again. The one where they put up that big smile with laughter that just bounced off the halls.

It annoyed them, it was seriously pissing them off.

At the same time, though, they couldn't shake this feeling chasing them, dragging them, begging Villain to succumb. It must've been some kind of trick. They tried to convince themselves. This would all go away as soon as they heard the satisfying sounds of Hero break.

Their eyes stayed lingering on Hero, silently observing them. They had their suspicions from the past week begin to grow that maybe Hero was finally catching onto them, and that wouldn't be so good, would it?

"Good morning, Villain."

They glared hard at Hero's feeble attempt at fabricating their kindness. They rolled their eyes, frowning as they looked away, "It's the afternoon now."

"Oh…" Their hands fiddled at their shirt and looked at the clock behind Villain, "…so it is… I guess that's just what happens when I'm always working. Losing track of time and all." They sat next to Villain on the chair's cushion. What was the use of trying to cozy up to them? It wasn't going to work. Villain wouldn't fall for that.

The criminal wondered how long they needed to converse with Hero until they got the hint. Their eyes stayed glued onto the far wall as the criminal remained silent.

"You're kinda lucky though, you just got here so nobody really expectes anything from you."

Was that a jab at their competency? Did Hero think highly of themselves or something? The irritated faces they made didn't go unnoticed this time. Causing a scene right now wasn't in their best interests, Villain instead chose a different approach. They had to convince everyone they weren't a threat, even if that forced them to befriend Hero in some way. They seethed with a feigned smile through gritted teeth.

Hero reflected their expression back, but they had to admit there was a charm to this specific smile they didn't see Hero display with anyone else.

"Right…" Why were they reacting so poorly?

This was definitely some kind of tactic to get Villain to unveil their intentions; Hero knew what this game was about.

But that didn't explain the warmth comforting their heart so graciously.

"Actually, come to think of it, I don't think you ever got the opprotunity to look around the place to its fullest."

Their eyes lit up; that was perfect. Having a look around at the building would better expose all of its weakest points. Maybe Hero wasn't as brilliant as they'd assumed. This was their chance to return the layout information to Supervillain; they would no longer need to sneak around.

As they headed down the long corridors, Villain trailed behind Hero, admiring the cleanliness. Back in the Villain's base, or what was supposed to be a base, was really just a collection of scattered buildings and secret entrances to dark rooms. Villain grew solace in this, so there weren't any problems with it, but there wasn't any harm in respecting what the enemy's HQ was like.

"I had thought you were lying when you first got here."

Villain paused in their tracks. Hero's soft words caught them off guard. They almost didn't catch it at all. For some reason, it really stung to be doubted by their rival of all people.

"What?" They stammered.

Hero turned to them slowly, their eyes carrying shame and guilt, "I'm really sorry for distrusting you." Their hands moved around their head, and their eyes stayed fixated on the floor, "I mean, I know you said you were going to do better, and you did, but still…" they sighed, "I found myself questioning your intentions from time to time, but it turns out-- you really are getting better at this!"

They sheepishly laughed, that melody escaping from them, an irritatingly beautiful voice.

"Why are you sorry?"

Villain held their tongue. They didn't mean for those thoughts to escape them. Hero stopped and looked up.

"Well, I only have that to offer." They walked closer and took Villain's palms into their hands, "So, let's be friends this time. No more awkward tension between us, okay?"

Their brows furrowed with confusion; it was overwhelming for their worst adversary to tell them all this now. There wasn't any time for them to negotiate their feelings. They had a mission to lead, and Villain's part was crucial.

If anything, they should apologize for misleading Hero like this and still faking it. Did Hero honestly fall for all of this?

They were awful.

"Yeah… Thanks for believing in me, I didn't think you would appreciate my company. It's good to know we both feel the same way about this, then."

It must have been a sickness to be so bold to keep lying to Hero like this. It must've been. Even though they were confident that watching Hero's pretty face turn to horror would be their dopamine earlier today, Villain was disgusted at themselves.

"I guess we do."

Hero's hands. They were so warm.

Or was that just them again?

Villain really couldn't tell. All they knew in that instance was that they would protect their hero no matter what changed in the plan.

~~~

MASTERLIST

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[pupyuj]

[cw: smut, thigh riding, fingering, edging]

I SAW YUJIN CLIPS FROM THE LATEST IVE ON AND I JUST HAD TO WRITE THIS‼️‼️ look at her... LOOK AT HERRRR 😩😩😩😩😩 (but not too much, she's my bf 😤)

college au where yujin is a cool and super smart biochem major that kinda gets too focused on her studies that she doesn't really notice you sometimes, which only makes you feel super needy bcs you really miss ur clingy gf but her having tons of workload changed everything in your relationship 💔 but it's not too much of a bad thing! yujin still finds comfort in knowing that you're around her while she's doing work, she can just grab you and hug you if she's feeling like she's sinking way too low into exhaustion — you're her little energizer!! 🥺 but sometimes a hug ain't enough for you :((

one day you're just walking around her room, looking at the polaroids on the wall, the picture frames on her table, the books on her bookshelves... eventually getting bored and just sitting beside yujin on the bed who, as usual, had her eyes clued to her laptop typing away what seems to be her sixth paper of the day??? "baby, aren't you tired?" you were pouting, and a frown only grew on your face when yujin shook her head, but you can see the tired look in her eyes and the way she has slouched over :(( "liar." you muttered before crawling around and settling yourself behind your girlfriend. she was about to complain until you put your hands on her shoulders and started massaging her gently,,

"you're the best, i swear." yujin sighs in bliss, finally releasing the tension on her back,, you hugged her tightly and kissed her cheek, earning a pat on the arm and a sweet smile before she focused on her screen again,,, seriously, she cannot take a hint 😭 you ended up giving her tons of kisses!! from her cheeks, to her temples, to her hair, to her nape, and then to her neck.. where she of course stopped ignoring you anymore after you've snuck your cold hands underneath her sweater, feeling her stomach... "(y/n)... okay, get on here." she finally says!!

making out with yuj on her lapppp 😵‍💫 her closing her laptop from behind you before putting her hands all over you :(( good thing you wore short and thin shorts today bcs you wouldn't feel yujin sneaking her thigh in between your legs and pulling you down so you could press your core against her :((( bucking your hips slowly while she kissed your neck, whispering things to you to get you even more wet,, "you've been a bit lonely, haven't you, babe? don't worry. tonight's gonna be all about you," and "i really did miss you too... i'll show you just how much, 'kay?" omgomg her looking up at you with a big smile, she looked so cute with those big glasses perched on her nose you couldn't help but kiss her again :((((

yujinnie fucking you while you're wearing only her shirt 😩 clutching onto her sweater while she spreads your cunt with her fingers,, she can't stop kissing you too!! she has already left so many marks on you and she only continues to leave more,, she has to let people know you're her baby!! 😤

whining when she pulls her fingers out of you just when you're about to come :(( "i want you to come on my thigh, baby. ride." she tells you while licking your wetness off her fingers,, it was the most attractive thing you've seen 😵‍💫 sihsdkjf yujin grabbing your hips and pressing her thigh against your wet pussy, starting you off in a moderate pace and only letting you go after you were riding her yourself,,, so fast and so desperate to come,,, moaning her name over and over the closer you get to your climax,,, but she rips it away again when she forces you off her thigh :((

"y-yujin-ah, please... i need you, let me come..." you knew yujin had a thing for you begging but you hated the edging part, especially during this time!!!

"right now? but we have the whole night..." yujin wasn't a monster, of course. she'll let you come early, she just thinks you look so cute when you're needy like this 😣😣 it was specially entertaining for her when you didn't even try to beg anymore and just grabbed her hand and put it close to your pussy, looking at her with a pleading look and a pout :((( how could she ever say no to her pretty baby??

yujin sliding her fingers back inside you,, thrusting into you at an insane pace but you're also riding her :(( tears rolling down your cheeks while you hugged her, rocking your hips like crazy on her hand,,, no doubt her dorm mate can hear you from the next room but neither of you really cared,, yujin does three things that made you lose your head: she plunged her fingers inside you as deep as she could, pressed her thumb against your clit, and bite your neck,,, you screamed her name as you came,, making a mess on her hand and her legs 😵‍💫😵‍💫

your cunt still on her bare thigh while you're coming down from your high shsdcdnkhs yujinnie slowly moving her leg so she could still stimulate you,,, laughing at your soft whines and patting your ass,, she would let you rest now but as soon as you've recovered.. 🫣

#ive smut #ive x reader #ive imagines #ive x fem reader #ahn yujin smut #ahn yujin x fem reader #ahn yujin imagines #ahn yujin x reader #yujin smut #girl group x reader #girl group smut #girl group imagines

[presidentlokis-hornyhelmet]

Cockroach!

Pavitr Prabhakar x f!reader

Summary: Reader is scared of roaches and accidentally finds one in the bathroom. Pavitr saves her + fluff <3 [used Google translate for Hindi words, sorry if it's wrong 😅] My boi has so less fics so i decided to do one myself '^_^ A/N: "N/n" means nickname

"Paviiiiiii beta!", Maya auntie calls from the kitchen. "Can you please get the door? I'm busy." 

"I got it, aunite!" 

Pavitr opens the door to none other than his best friend and partner-in-crime, Y/n. 

"Hey, N/n!", he pulls you into an embrace. You smile and return the sentiment, nuzzling his cheek before pulling away. 

You remove your shoes outside and step in, as is custom in India, greeted with a playful pinch to your cheek by Maya auntie herself. You giggle. She was like a mother to you and you loved her as such. 

"My beti, I haven't seen you in a week! How was your vacation?" 

"It wasn't great without you, auntie. We just got home and I came to see you right away!" 

"Suck up, suck up", mutters Pavitr in the background, gaining a playful slap to his head -courtesy of you. 

"Did you do your exams well? I didn't have a chance to ask you before you left." 

"I think I'll get an 'A', thanks to Pavitr's tutoring." 

You watch him perk up out of the corner of your eyes as your praise.

The boy in question puffs out his chest, showing off his biceps from where he's leaning on the kitchen door frame. "Have no fear, Pavitr is here!"

You cup your mouth, laughing at his antics as Maya auntie playfully shakes her head in exasperation. 

"Pavu can be like that sometimes", she chuckles, leaning into your ear in a stage whisper, "He missed you a lot, you know. Never shuts up about you. And, you know, beti, I keep asking him to already tell you but-" 

"AUNTIE!" 

You both blush as Pavitr hushes the old woman. She just winks at you. Of course, she knows. 

The awkwardness is too much and Pavitr takes your hand, leading you into his room. 

"Okay okay, enough talk, ladies. Y/n and I have some work to do -for a project!", he adds quickly when Maya auntie smirks at him. "I.. that-..auntie!" 

She just giggles and ruffles his hair before walking back to the kitchen, leaving you both standing awkwardly next to each other, flustered. 

Pavitr clears his throat. "She.. she was just kidding, I didn't-" 

"It's okay", you say shyly. 

You have feelings for him too but both of you are just too timid and would rather take it to your grave than admit it out loud. 

He falls onto his bed and crosses one leg over the other, resting his head on his elbows as you sit next to him. 

"So, what has my favourite person been upto in the meantime, leaving me all alone in this big, big city?" 

You playfully roll your eyes. Dramatic little shit. 

"You? Alone? Liar, the whole city is your friend." 

He pouts, trying to look offended, but gives in and laughs. 

You discuss about your project and he shows you some beta models of his brilliant ideas. You stare in awe at the young genius before you, playing with his "toys" as he explains them patiently. 

"Hey, can I use your bathroom for a sec?", you ask when he finishes. 

"Sure. Make yourself at home, N/n! I'll go sneak us some snacks", he winks, peeking from outside his door. 

You shake your head, smiling. It's not that Maya auntie would refuse you snacks, but Pavitr convinced you there was a thrill in food-stealing and you couldn't deny it. 

You shut the door, switch on the light and turn to the sink to wash your face when there it is -the thing that you most fear, the monster of your nightmares -a cockroach! 

You scream bloody murder and run out of the bathroom, colliding into a hard wall. You look up realising it's actually Pavitr. 

"You okay, N/n?" 

"R-roach! Roach!", you point at the bathroom door frantically. 

You stay in the corner as he goes in and stomps it dead, washing his hands before he comes to hug you. 

"Deep breaths, deep breaths.. now exhale.. that's it.." 

You cling onto him and follow his orders, grip loosing as your breathing slows down. His hand circle your waist, holding you firm and secure. You rest your head on his chest, calming down at the rhythmic beat of his heart. 

You only belatedly realize it: you're hugging him, your chests touching each other's. 

He seems to realizes it at the same time too, but instead of letting you go -like every other time- his hands tighten around your waist. 

Pavitr catches your eyes with his own mesmerizing brown eyes; yours unable to leave him, entranced by his orbs as he slowly, gently leans in. Without noticing, you lean in too. 

The gentle touch of soft lips spark fireworks in your body, your nerves tingling with the new feeling of his lips on yours. You could get used to this. 

You panick a little it registers what you're doing, but Pavitr chases your lips, pressing against them firmly and you instantly calm down. He cups your face, cradling your neck as he brings your lips closer. It's his way of reassuring that you have nothing to fear. 

"Hope I'm not interrupting anything." 

You guys jump back as if burned when the door suddenly flies open. Maya auntie is standing there with a guiless face and a bright smile. 

"I brought chai for you kids!", she says cheerfully and sets down the cups. "Did you hear that scream earlier? Where did it come from?" 

"It, uh, it was me, auntie", you say, quite embarresed, running a hand through your matted up hair. "There was a cockroach in the bathroom and I got scared." 

"Aww, poor child." 

Pavitr looks away, blush blooming on his cheeks yet not obvious due to his skin tone. He rocks on his heels, running a hand through his hair. You know he too can still feel your lips on his from the way his eyes never leave you. 

Maya auntie's eyes sparkle mischievously as she smiles and goes into the bathroom, finding the toy roach and throwing it into the trash can.

She smirks under her breath and washes her hands, sighing as she mutters in amusement. 

"Oh, the things an old lady gotta do.."

_________

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[schizophrynia]

DARYL DIXON — his imagination

daryl dixon x afab gender neutral reader

nsfw, fluff

wc: 412

summary: you called him a pretty boy and that's simply too much for his heart, and body, to handle.

era: season four, pre-governor arc two

author note: i'm reposting my old works after editing and revising them so i hope this is better :)

warnings: moaning, his lewd and perverted fantasies, edging, submissive? daryl

daryl tightened his grip on his cock at the thought of you, little whines threatening to escape his trembling lips. he had been going at this for nearly a half hour, cruelly edging himself on the lower bunk of your shared prison cell. he couldn’t help himself. not when you teasingly flirted with him so frequently. at this point, he wasn’t even sure you were aware of it. perhaps you were just friendly and flirtatious with everybody. but whenever you complimented the way his hair framed his worn face or whenever you looked at him with such soft eyes, he often found his pants tightening.

it happened again today. you called him a pretty boy, unknowingly stirring these fervid feelings again. It was torture for him, having always to sneak away to touch himself in ways he could only dream you would. he’d softly rub at his throbbing tip, teasing himself beyond a torturous ache. and then, only when his tip drooled with precum, would he finally give in and pump his cock the way his body begged him to.

he imagined your warm breasts bouncing as he made sickeningly sweet love to you. he dribbled more precum onto his happy trail as he thought about your wet juices coating his cock. he instinctively bucked his hips up into his calloused fist, imagining getting to watch as your tight walls swallowed and clenched around him. he melted at the imagined whimpers you would make from him circling your clit in tight circles. he imagined the soft, breathy warning of your approaching orgasm. one more throb as he imagined the way you would throw your head back in pleasure, riding out your orgasm, uncontrollably clenching around him.

that.

that threw him over the edge, clouding his vision in a thick haze. his whole body convulsed as thick white ropes jumped from his twitching girth. desperate dirty nails clawed at thin, cotton bedsheets, searching for anything to brace himself with. shallow breaths came left his dry, cracked lips erratically, calming the euphoria. a warmer flood of blood rushed to his cheeks. and now came the embarrassment.

he knew he couldn’t have you, yet he still imagined you in all of the lewd, perverted ways he had. and if you ever knew, you wouldn’t speak to him again. throwing an exhausted and sore arm over his head, he tried to ignore the rising guilt that would scold him for the rest of the humid night.

#fanfic #nonbinary #smut #twd daryl #twd rick #the walking dead headcanons #twd preferences #the walking dead daryl #daryl fanfiction #daryl dixon #daryl x reader #daryl x gn reader #daryl x female reader

[onlyyvette]

★ DAY 4 - breeding | grimlock

kinktober 2023 - masterlist.

warnings: top/dom reader + sub/bottom grimlock + cybertronian reader + heat cycles + breeding + robo tits + feral behavior + kind of dub-con since grimmy is in heat + public sex + you guys literally frag in the hallways of the ark + grimlock needs to get dicked down NOW + yes i do enjoy mechpreg sue me

a/n: Idk why but grimlock just awakens something in me; also this would most likely take place in the g1 show but i love using idw grimlock's design and character

Another day that Grimlock was stuck on this stupid planet with it's stupid rocks, and it's stupid fleshlings, and of course, stupid Decepticons. And least, but definitely not last, this cursed heat-cycle from the Slagmaker himself.

Heat-cycles weren't typically too big of a problem for most Cybertronians. They were short periods of time where mechs charge soar to unbelievable heights once every few years, usually satiable by heat-repressants or a good session of marathon sex. Usually the first option was chosen, the second method being better suited for two or more mechs in heat that are able to keep up with each other. Even when none of those options were available, it's only the first day or two that are the worst, the heat enough to make a mech pounce on someone. Still, locking yourself in a habsuite with enough energon is an easy fix. But despite how relatively easy it is to deal with a heat-cycle, Grimlock just couldn't shake his off.

Grimlock first realized his heat was was approaching when he was "sparring" with another mech. In actuality, he was just working off some steam and chose the closest poor shmuck to help him out. When he barreled into his opponent and knocked them flat onto the ground, instead of letting up, he stayed leaning into them, heavily panting as he suddenly felt dizzy and...hot. It was when Grimlock realized the he was panting and damn near about to rut against the mech he abruptly got up and excused himself. Of course, without actually saying excuse me of course.

Grimlock immediately made a beeline to the medbay. He usually enjoyed his heats when he had potential partners, but the desolate planet he was stuck just made him want to completely get rid of that extra charge. He downed all the heat suppressants that Ratchet gave him and went about his merry day before that same sensor-clogging hit him again. But he already took the suppressants! While it made no sense to him why his heat was still persisting despite the medicine was beyond him, but he was quickly beginning to forget about that train of thought when the fog started to cloud over his mind...fuck he was so horny.

Grimlock could feel his array heating up, his spike throbbing as it begged to be released from its confinements and his valve lips drooling, already puffy without even touching them. Maybe he could just release his panel really quick and just sneak a servo under his array and touch his needy valve. Just a little bit though! Just enough to get rid of this annoying charge and...

Before Grimlock even noticed it, he was fingering open his valve, forcing his blunt digits into the dripping wet heat between his thighs. "Mmhhhghh...hahhh..." Grimlock panted heavily, continuing to thrust into his valve, hitting whatever nodes he could find. He whined, thinking about how shameful it was for him to be fucking himself on his digits right in the hallway of the Ark but it was oh-so-hard for him to linger on that though because of the dizzying heat clouding his senses. The dinobot began to slide down the wall he was leaning on for support because of how weak his legs were, yet his servo never left his array.

"Haahh--Ahh! Ghh..." Grimlock's moans became more vocal as he began to reach his high. By now, Grimlock was face down, his aft in the air trembling while his digits continued to pump themselves in and out his sensitive valve. His frame was running so hot and his processor couldn't even begin to worry about how mortifying his predicament was--he just wanted someone to help him out dammit!

✦ ✦✦✦✦✦✦ ✦

You were walking down one of the many hallways in the ark after coming back from a sparring session with another bot. Your frame was aching from the bruises you got but it was a pretty decent excursion. As you were making your way to your habsuite, you caught a whiff of a sweet, tantalizing smell. Instead of making your mouth water, it made your array feel tight. For some odd, unknown reason, you decided to follow the smell, heavy pedes picking up with speed as you went.

Before you could see what was happening, you could hear the sound of rasping moans and slight squelching sounds. Who in their right mind would be self servicing out in the open like that? Despite the question filling your mind, you turned the corner and were met with one of the most beautiful images your optics had ever laid eyes on.

There was Grimlock, powerful and fearless leader of the dinobots, writhing on the floor as he shoved four of his digits into his sopping valve, aft swaying as he let out pathetic mewls and low growls. Suddenly, his EM field enveloped you, pulsing messages of want/need/please/pleasepleaseplease-- The poor mech was a mess. The moment you saw him, you could feel your spike immediately pressurize with a thunk against your spike panel. You couldn't help it! What else were you supposed to do when one of the most attractive Cybertronians you had ever met was in heat, desperate for spike.

The moment Grimlock noticed your presence, he slowed down his digits pushing into his valve and spread his legs wider, a more inviting position. When he made a low whining sound and swayed his hips again, your patient broke and your spike released itself.

As soon as your spike pressurized, Grimlock took the opportunity to lift himself off the floor swiftly and tackle you to the ground so he was sitting on top of you. Now you were no small bot, you were nearly Grimlock's size but you were so caught up in admiring your superior's frame that he caught you off balance. In all honesty, even if you did know what he was going to do, you still would have let him. "Fffrag...frag me..." The arousal was practically dripping from the dinobot's words. He rolled his hips into you, rubbing his bare valve on the underside of your spike, wordlessly begging you to fuck him and a sad attempt to stop himself from just dropping down onto your length.

You groaned as the nodes on your spike brushed against Grimlock's plush, wet valve. You still couldn't fully believe the sight before your optics. Maybe that was the reason why you felt frozen in place while the dinobot helplessly rubbed his valve raw on your spike. Surprisingly, even in his heat-addled mind, Grimlock still wanted his partner to be okay with his advances. Finally though, you lifted him up with your servos on his waist, positioning him right above your spike.

It all went too quick when Grimlock lifted up his huge, crimson thighs and lowered himself onto your thick spike. "Graahh-- HaaAH! Ah! Mnghhh!" Grimlock threw his head back and immediately began bouncing on your spike. His greedy valve clung to your spike with every miniscule movement, as if it didn't want your length to exit his valve for a moment. "Hahh, Grimlock! Fuck..." You gripped his hips even tighter and took control, thrusting into the mech's warm valve, releasing howls of pleasure from said mech. He didn't even realize it, but by now, Grimlock's chestplates parted, revealing the soft protometal hidden within. His tits were large and heavy, a beautiful matte black color to them. He wasn't producing any energon, but it's not like that was going to stop you.

You immediately latched onto one of Grimlock's nozzles with your mouth, nipping it softly. The moment you did that, Grimlock fucking whimpered, holding onto your helm and pushing his refineries into your face. As you suckled on his tit, you could finally feel his heat affecting your own thoughts. All you could think about at that moment was fucking him hard and filling him up with your transfluid, sparking him up and repeating the process all over again. You let out a small growl at the thought of breeding the mech and bit down on his nozzle hard, causing the poor mech to spit out staticky moans. "I'm gonna fill you up... fill you with-- ah!-- m-my sparklings... make sure you know they're mine." You didn't even realize hat you were speaking but Grimlock clearly did, since he reacted to your possessive words with a loud keen.

The moment you finally his his ceiling node, he keened, practically hugging your helm as he overloaded hard. You weren't done with him though. You pushed him to the ground and flipped him over onto his stomach and lifted his aft up. It wasn't easy to manhandle such a big mech, but his dizzied state from his heat made it easier. When it finally hit Grimlock that he was empty, he whined and wiggled his hips a bit but you held him in place and pushed into him once more.

"Guuhh, uuhnGGH! F-fragg, HaAHH!" Grimlock let out sinful groans as your spike kept filling him up. You really were he perfect mech for him. With every thrust, you spike rammed into his ceiling node, threatening to force open his gestation seal and fucking a sparkling into him. And he would love every fucking moment of it. With every drag of your spike against his walls, he let out howls of pleasure that you were sure everyone in the Ark could hear. But by this point, you couldn't care less; you were too busy fucking the mech under you to have any shame at the moment. All you knew was that something inside of you was screaming at you to fill the dinobot up with your spike and transfluid and make sure it stayed in there. By now, Grimlock had overloaded twice, his hazy mind unsure of exactly when his second overload had hit him, yet his charge never left his frame. Still, all he wanted was for you to already overload in him, spill your transfluid into his needy hole and make him beg for even more.

When you finally overloaded into Grimlock's hungry valve, you barely even registered it, not slowing down a beat as your transfluid flooded the mech's valve. He immediately felt your transfluid hit the edges of his tank as you filled him up over and over again. When did he even open his gestation seal again? Not like i mattered anyway, because you were still pounding his valve like your life depended on it. A distant part of his mind wished that you had a knot, mod or natural. Oh how he wished you had a fat knot to shove into his tight hole and keep you inside of him so none of your transfluid would spill...

At last, you finally slowed down a bit, pushing your spike in and out of Grimlock's valve at a much steadier pace. You could feel your transfluid and his lubricants flowing past his puffy valve lips and you truly believed that Grimlock was satisfied. He had been railed so hard he nearly saw Primus himself and was absolutely stuffed full with all your transfluid. As you eventually came to a stop and began, reluctantly, withdrawing your spike from his wet heat, Grimlock let out a low whine. "N-no...don't pull out...I want more. Please." He sounded so needy and pathetic and with the way that he kept rubbing his aft back on your crotch made you unable to reject him. If Grimlock was fully aware of his pitiful behavior, he would have wanted to snuff out your spark and anyone else who could have heard the two of you. But for now, all he he knew was that you began to push your spike into him once more and he was going to be fucked full again. Probably not for the last time.

#vetty's thirsts. ✿ #vetty's works. ✿ #vetty's kinktober. ✿ #valveplug #transformers #transformers idw #maccadam #grimlock #grimlock x reader #top reader #dom reader

[makos-hotbox]

könig with an artist s/o that sneaks a page of sketches of him into his stuff when he has to leave for deployment. maybe he finds it when he's unpacking back at wherever he's stationed- i feel like (when he's deployed) this man really needs some reminder that there is softness in his life, that there's someone who's waiting for him ya know?

LARGE FONT VER.

… 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐘

`⌁ ◜ 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐢’𝐦 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐨! ◞

The black pen smudged on the paper slightly as you finished writing your signature. A small lovely note written for your boyfriend who was being deployed again. You had drawn and sketched out a bunch of pictures for König while he was home.

Whenever you two would be sitting with each other in silence, you would usually whip out your notebook and start drawing the beautiful large man. Making sure to always include the smallest of details because that’s what you loved about König.

Stacking up the various sheets of paper with the note to König on top, you stapled them together and hid them in his bag for him to find later.

Later that day, the two of you kissed each other goodbye as König made his way to work. And you internally hoped he would be able to come back again.

!!!

A frustrated König stomped his way into his room, hands ruffling through his bag in hopes to find literally anything that would help calm him down. He had done some training today to make sure he wasn’t rusty after being home longer than usual, and none of it had gone well. He missed multiple easy snipes in the shooting range and even pulled a few muscles during combat stuff. He was pissed.

Growing even more frustrated that he couldn’t find what he wanted from his back, he lifted the whole thing and turned it upside down, emptying the bag onto the floor. König’s eyes immediately landed on a stapled stack of papers, noticing the familiar signature on the bottom of the top page.

Grabbing the papers, he quickly began to settle down. Reading the note you had written for him. Boasting about your love for the large man and how much he meant to you. That you wished he would come safe.

That was a great thing to hear for König. You wanted him to come home. Sweet you, the love of his life, you. König’s demeanor changed completely now, he was relaxed and gushing silently over your fantastic words. You had him wrapped around your finger and he didn’t care one bit.

König began to turn through the pages. There were some messy pencil sketches of König sitting in different positions. Different facial expressions and even full artwork of him. It made him feel kind of confident in himself. You drew this, you drew him. He didn’t think he could fall in love anymore than he already has.

Shuffling to the last of the pages, a fully inked and colored version of König took up the whole paper. It was badass, he was in his gear with his mask and everything, even his gun. He fucking loved it and wanted to frame it on the wall when he got home. And on the final page was another full art of König, but this time with you. The reference was from a picture you had taken for your anniversary, but it looked the exact same. The two of you sitting next to each other as you placed a surprise kiss on König’s cheek. Your friend had taken the picture while they were stalking your dinner date and called it the cutest thing ever. Especially since König looked absolutely ecstatic.

König couldn’t help but smile at the picture in his hand, feeling a slight tease of emotion coming in. But how could he not? He missed you. You are the best thing that’s ever happened to him. He just wants to go home. To tell you how much he loves the art you always make for him, and how much he loves you as well. Call him cheesy but as long as you always draw these pictures for König, he will be the cheesiest man alive.

REQUESTS :: OPEN

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[absurdthirst]

The Last Day {Joel Miller x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Secret relationships, fingering, vaginal sex, rougher sex, feeeeeelings, sneaking out.

Comments: The last morning before the world changes.

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“Dad!” You jump, startled from sleep and your eyes widen in horror as you look towards the closed bedroom door. Horror filling you as the doorknob rattles. “You overslept!” 

You hadn’t meant to sleep over. It was supposed to be just a few hours, holding onto the headboard so that it didn’t beat into the wall while Joel’s hips snapped into you. Biting down on your lip or having his hand covering your mouth so you wouldn’t be so loud that his twelve-year-old daughter wouldn’t hear. 

Joel grunts, jerking awake and his hold on your body loosens, twisting away so he can look over his shoulder at the clock on the dresser. “Shit.” 

The footsteps fade away, down the hall and you hear her scrambling down the stairs. “Shit, Joel.” You turn back to him with a horrified - yet amused - expression on your face. “Happy birthday.” You hum, unable to resist leaning in and kissing him softly on his sleepy mouth. 

“God.” He groans, shaking his head and pulling away from you so he can roll over and climb out of bed. “We fell asleep.” 

“I’m sorry.” It’s now infinitely more complicated, trying to get out of the house while Sarah is awake rather than slipping out the front door and out to your car in the early hours of the morning. Your own movements are rushed, reaching for your panties to slip on as you stand up. 

“I wanted you to stay a little longer.” Joel argues slightly, rushing around the room and gathering your clothes to shove at you. It’s not like Sarah knows that he’s seeing someone. A single parent her entire life, he was cautious about bringing someone new into her life. 

“I know- I know, I meant to set an alarm.” It’s a frantic rush of trying to get dressed and stay quiet enough that she doesn’t hear you downstairs. The clanging of pots and pans means that she’s cooking breakfast and you smile at the effort. From what he’s told you, she’s a sweet and sassy girl and the light of her father’s eye. “I’ll go out the window.” 

Joel huffs, rolling his eyes and turning to his closet so he can pull out a clean pair of jeans. Last pair so the day after his birthday will most definitely be laundry day. “You’ll break your fucking neck.” He grumbles, pulling them on and hopping around to get them up over his thighs. “Go out the front door, just- skip the third stair. It creaks.” 

You pause, arching a brow at him. Finding it vastly amusing that a man who works construction, who frames and builds houses for a living, has a creaky stair. 

When he catches your look, he flips you a middle finger. “Fuck off, I’ll fix it.” He grumbles, having no interest in doing it, but he knows he needs to. 

“Third from the top or the bottom?” You ask, wanting to make sure that you don’t make a sound as you sneak out of his house. 

You’re putting on your bra when you ask, watching Joel’s eyes focus on your tits with almost laser sharp focus for a moment until you are done, tits covered. “Huh?” He jolts out of his trance and looks up at your face. “Oh, uh, third from the top.” He shakes his head and reaches for a shirt that had been tossed over the footboard of his bed. 

****

“Do you want to come over?” You smirk when you hear the need in his voice, pitching down the raspy baritone into something low that sinks into your belly and sends a shudder through your entire body. You know why he wants you to come over and the heat that pools in your panties and makes  your clit throb tells you that you want the same. 

“I’ll be there in twenty minutes.” 

****

It’s silent, the two of you moving upstairs. The quiet giggles stifled as you walk past Sarah’s door and he sends you ahead of him to the bedroom so he can check on his little girl. It’s one of the things that you love about Joel, the way he loves his daughter. 

Giving you enough time so that you are naked and waiting on his bed when he opens the door. 

Joel groans quietly, dark eyes getting even darker as he closes and locks the door behind him. Drinking in the sight of your body as he starts to pull his shirt over his head and toss it across the footboard. He had showered earlier, eager to touch you. 

“Fuck, spread your legs.” He grunts, flicking open the button of his jeans. “Are you wet baby?” 

Humming, you shift to obey him, your hand drifting down to lazily swipe through your folds and you show him the shiny slick on  your fingers. “Just a little.” 

Huffing, he starts to shuffle his jeans down, kicking them off his legs and you smirk at the slightly holey boxer briefs he’s wearing. “Should buy you some new underwear for your birthday.” You tease, biting your lip.

Joel rolls his eyes and slips his boxers down to throw them at you. Grinning when you bat them away and eagerly slides into the bed. “You’ll buy me boxers?” He asks, arching a brow before he leans in to kiss you. “Thought you preferred me naked?” 

“I do.” You love the talk that you manage to squeeze in between kisses. Playful and teasing. Easy, even though you know your heart is starting to get involved. It’s hard not to when he’s such a good man. 

Capturing your hands, he brings them above your head, shuffling to where he is laying on top of you and his hard cock is trapped between your bodies. “Keep them there, baby.” He orders, fingers wrapping yours around the wooden slats of his headboard. “Right there.”

It’s his show, just like it always is. Joel is good about giving you what you need, but it’s how he wants to do it. Kneeling between your thighs and grinning down at you as his fingers start to move over your clit. “What do you want, baby?” He asks, knowing exactly what he is doing as your hips buck up. “Do you want me to lick your pussy? Or fuck you?” 

As talented as he is with his tongue, you’re already worked up. Your clit is already throbbing and your folds soaked with arousal. Making you squirm as you look up at his gloriously disheveled face. Loving and hating the gleam in his eyes and the teasing curve of his lips. 

“Don’t tease me.” You beg, arching into his touch and chasing it when he pulls away with a chuckle. 

“So you want me to fuck you.” Those hands of his, rough and calloused with work rub up your thighs and make you moan. “Hmmm?”

“Joel.” You whine softly, conscious that you can’t be too loud. You can’t wake Sarah up and he uses it against you. “Fucking touch me.” 

“Touch you?” His brow shoots up and he slides his fingers against your clit again before sinking two of them into your cunt and curling them up so fast it steals your breath. Making you give a choked gasp as your body responds. “Like this?” He asks, withdrawing his fingers just as quickly as he pushed them in. 

His wet hand wraps around his cock and he immediately lines up, driving deep into you until the coarse hairs around the base of his cock are teasing your clit. “Or like this?” He grunts. 

“Jo-” You whimper, eyes rolling back and you can’t even say a word at the amazing stretch of his cock inside you. Filling you in ways that you’ve come to discover that only he can. You’re a little bit in love with him even though you can’t say that right now. It’s too soon, maybe. You don’t know. 

“Fuuuuuuck.” He hisses, grinding into you and you watch his eyes slip closed in pleasure. Jaw stretched out and the beautiful muscles under the skin taunt, making you want to bite down on them and make him moan your name. “So good baby, fuck you’re so tight.” 

It’s hard to keep quiet when he moves. The harsh snaps of his hips filling you over and over again. Making your tits bounce and your walls flutter around his cock every time he shoves his cock deep. Your eyes are heavy, watching him over you under your lashes. 

His grunts fill your ears, the sweat from his body dripping down onto you and you swear the entire bed shakes every time he thrusts into you. Joel has a determined edge to his jaw, concentrating on you and the way that his cock feeds into your cunt with slick precision. Stealing your every thought but him right out of your head and making you drunk on the way that he moves inside you. 

Building with every passing second into something harsher, brighter. Making your eyes blur and your body tense on the edge of a beautiful precipice, waiting to fall. 

Leaning down, Joel kisses you roughly. His tongue sliding into your mouth and he groans when you fall. Swallowing the breathless cry of his name as your walls flutter around him, soaking him with the evidence of your pleasure. 

His own groans feeding back into you, hips stuttering as he trembles over you. Filling you once, twice more before he pushes deep and floods you with hot ropes of cum. Eyes closing and he drops down to his elbows before giving you all of his weight to take, covering you like a hot, heavy blanket of man. 

It’s on the tip of your tongue to tell him how you feel, actually opening your mouth and starting to form the words but they don't come out. 

“Stay for a little bit.” He groans hotly into your ear, making your entire body shiver with the pleasure of his low, growly voice and the sentiment behind it. 

“Just for a little bit.” You hum, agreeing with him as your fingers trace over the muscle of his back, sighing softly and enjoying the moment. 

****

Sliding your shoes on, you check to make sure you have everything. You don’t want Sarah to find anything of yours in the bedroom and wonder why it’s in her dad’s room. Turning back to Joel, you notice that his shirt is on inside out and decide not to say anything to him. Grinning as you move close and press another kiss to his lips. 

Joel hums, taking the time to pull you close and let the kiss linger for a moment before he lets you go. “I’ll distract her. Remember the third step.” He reminds you as he strides to the door and quickly opens it, disappearing down the hall. 

You wait until you fear the thump of his feet on the stairs and that tell-tale squeaking before you move. Creeping down the hall and listening to his murmurs conversation with his daughter as you slowly descend the stairs - bypassing the squeaky stair - and out the door silently. 

Once you are out the door, you grin. Rushing towards your car, you pull out your phone and send him a text, going through the hassle of pressing the buttons two dozen times to get the message you want to send. 

Hppy BDay. C U later. 

Later never comes, the world ends instead. 

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Caramel Surprise

Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Tags: fluff, no use of y/n, bakugou x reader, gender neutral, pro hero bakugou, cursing, the angst doesn’t even last a millisecond, its cute guys

You smiled to yourself as you quietly unlocked and shut the door. The bottoms of your shoes lightly thunked as they were taken off and gently placed onto the floor. So far so good, you applauded yourself, thinking back on a prior argument on whether or not you’d be a great stealth hero.

Fuck you, Katsuki, I’m doing amazing.

You giddily looked down at the box in your hands. Work had let out early and you were walking back to your apartment when you noticed the dessert displayed in the bakery window. A caramel crumble cake. Bakugou’s favorite.

He wasn’t expecting you to come over until later that evening. But, seeing as how such a dessert was a rare occurrence to be made at that establishment, you couldn’t pass up the chance to surprise your boyfriend.

Upon your request, the worker had pre-cut the cake and added a pair of paper plates.

The less work there was needed to be done, the less noise you’d make, the more of a surprise it can be when you sneak up behind him in his office.

Again, fuck you, Katsuki.

With the cake slice set onto a plate, you made your way towards the room that he’d probably been holed up in all day, paperwork never ending.

“I love you.”

You halted, the phrase sinking into your skin as those words poured over you in an instant.

Such words that should have elated you and filled you with overflowing affection toward their speaker.

But, there was no one around you. The confession wasn’t for you.

Your eyes flit to the room the voice had wavered from.

Bakugou’s bedroom.

Now, you weren’t blind to the concept of cheating. Countless nights of tv dramas, friends crying over the phone, and celebrity scandals made you well aware. But those characters were fake, those scandals a ploy, and those friends had shitty partners to begin with despite countless efforts by your friend group to sway them away beforehand.

None of those affected you. Such a thing wouldn’t happen in your life- couldn’t ever happen.

Never you.

Never with Bakugou.

Bakugou with his eyes always on you, his hand ready to block any surface you had the possibility of bumping into, the texts asking about your day, the pieces of clothing or knick knacks finding their way into your possession after staring at them a second too long, his lack of response or mumbles of irritation at those fangirls always throwing themselves onto him.

Never him.

And yet… why else would he be saying those words in the seclusion of his bedroom?

You wait with baited breath, expecting to hear another voice respond. Instead, you were met with a growl of frustration coming out of the room, turning your anxiousness into confusion.

Plate gently held closer to your chest, you slowly shifted your body enough for your head to peek through the doorway.

“Fuck.”

A punch to the wall.

“Stupid. This is stupid.” He gruffs out, fists now clenched at his side, eyes closed.

Frustration rolled off of him in waves, as it often did when things didn’t go his way. However, this time it didn’t last as long as usual. Running his hands through blonde locks, he took a deep breath and exhaled before lifting his head up and staring back at his crimson orbs reflected in the mirror.

You stared, eyes slightly wider, as he repeated those same three words over and over with different inflections, expressions, and adding on some sentences here or there as he fumbled with his hands, throwing a few more swears at attempts he didn't find particularly suitable.

Oh.

You don’t know how you managed to keep in your laugh. Not of ridicule towards his actions, but of relief it wasn’t what it could’ve been and adoration towards his nervousness.

Your Katsuki was so cute.

It was an endearing sight to watch. One that you didn’t want to tread on more than you already unintentionally did.

You tuck back away from the frame and make your way towards the kitchen. The slice settled back into the box, which was then closed and patiently waiting.

Slipping on your shoes, you grabbed the box and prepared to open the door.

Seems like your boyfriend had a surprise for you, too. Fingers gripped the knob as you smiled to yourself and tugged the door open.

And you’d gladly reciprocate it.

Whenever he was ready.

Without moving from your spot, you close the door with a thud.

“HEY, KATS, GUESS WHAT I HAVE!”

You smile triumphantly as he stumbled out of the room, face indifferent before the sparks lit up in his eyes upon seeing the dessert.

Yeah, you’d be a great fucking stealth hero.

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Secret - Dynamight (Katsuki Bakugo) x f!reader

Pairing: – Dynamight (Katsuki Bakugo) x f!reader

Summary: You were supposedly just an innocent bystander, watching with a crowd as Pro Hero Dynamite controlled the chaos that had begun to unfold that afternoon, but the way you bit your lip when he glanced back at you after the scene was cleared let him know he'd be seeing you again later that night

Warnings: (Proofread) No spoilers, 18+ Content, Minors DNI, all characters 21+, friends with benefits, oral f!receiving, penetration f!receiving (fingers, tongue, penis), rough sex (spanking, hair pulling, tossed, held down, mouth covering), f!ejaculation, m!ejaculation, some fluff

Word Count: 2.2k

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It was late, his shift for his route today nearly over but you were waiting patiently in the spot you had chosen together previously. It was a decent part of town that really hadn’t had many incidents, especially since he had started patrolling this area. The alley wasn’t dirty or cramped, it happened to be between a baker and a cafe and occasionally the cafe moved their outdoor seating enough to let you pull a table or chair into the darkness. Obviously it wasn’t perfect, but sneaking a pro hero into your home also wasn’t a great option. 

You had been watching a cat wander around the end of the alley, toying with some lace that must have blown away from a table covering during the day. You didn’t even hear him step up beside you, shielding you suddenly from the light bouncing off the moon as his broad frame loomed in front of you, his smirk still evident on his face in the darkness. 

“Didn’t expect to see you today,” He said, his hand resting above your shoulder against the wall as you grinned up at him innocently. He had removed his gauntlets already, setting them to the side of you out of the way. 

“Bet you’re glad you did,” You teased, reaching out to take hold of his uniform to pull him closer but he had other plans. He took hold of your arm suddenly and tugged you a bit further down the alleyway, assuring you both would be out of sight of anyone passing by. He pressed you tightly up against the wall, his hard body holding you still as his lips grazed your ear, his breath hot. 

“Sure, but how happy are you,” He whispered, one of his hands working its way between you as he rubbed across your hip bone and down between your legs, putting pressure against your lips as he pressed a hand between your thighs. You bit your lip, looking up at him as he smirked down at you, his eyes peering to the table you had scooted in the alley, his eyes flashing as he considered the possibilities. 

“Let’s see then,” He picked you up, easily handling your body as he set you down on top of the table, spreading your legs just a bit as he leaned over you to trail his lips down your neck. His hands worked quickly, lifting your skirt and making their way up your thighs, squeezing roughly onto them as he felt the edge of your panties with his fingers. You grinned, leaning into his touch as you held onto his shoulders, tilting your head back to feel his lips travel over you. He pushed your panties aside, trailing his thumb up your lips before pressing through, putting pressure on your clit before dragging his finger down to your sex. You were wet already, spurred on by the way he so easily manhandled you but still was so delicate with his lips. He grinned against your neck, biting it suddenly to make you whine, your own hand instinctively coming up to cover your mouth. 

“Quiet,” He snapped, but he had a grin on his face still as he leaned down, sitting on his knees now to press his face between your thighs, his tongue replacing his thumb. He dipped it into you slowly, tasting you before he started to really tease. You bit your lip beneath your hand to keep from moaning as he worked his tongue oh so slowly between your folds, making a mess of you as you leaned back a bit. His hands held your thighs, pushing them apart for him as they began to shake, almost drawing back together but the squeeze of his fingers reminded you to hold them open. 

“Oh!” You moaned out, his fingers joining his tongue as he pressed perfect pressure with it over your clit, pressing his fingers into your vagina, feeling the tightness of your walls as they slid in so easily. He peered up at you, your face contorted with pleasure as your eyes were closed tight and you tried to keep quiet. He finger you faster, moving his tongue in short swipes across your sensitive clit as you tried to keep in every little whimper as he edged you closer. He couldn’t keep the smirk off his face as he pulled away suddenly, licking his lips and wiping his chin as your eyes popped open and looked at him, wide and begging as he stood. 

You started to speak but suddenly he had a hand to your chest, pushing your back down against the table so you laid across it for him, legs open as you dripped onto the table now. You gasped softly as he leaned over you and kissed you, tongue making its way into your mouth allowing you to taste yourself on his lips. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, one hand trailing into his messy blonde hair as the other held him firmly against you, your neediness coming out strongly now. His kisses were rough, both of you gasping for breath when he pulled away, lips trailing back down your neck, leaving kisses and bites as he went, making you whine. His hand covered your lips suddenly as his body moved to let his eyes be level with yours. 

“I’m not gunna tell you again,” He warned, crimson eyes daring as he stared into yours. You nodded, running your hands down his arms now, feeling how muscular they were before he went back to kissing down your body, hands rough as they tugged your shirt up to give him room. He left little hickeys across your chest and stomach, your body arching into his with every flick of his tongue and nip of his teeth. When he was done littering you with marks he stood again, hand grabbing and rubbing at himself beneath his pants. You peered to his erection, eyes lighting up as you watched him tug his pants down, letting you see his standing cock. It was long and heavy, hanging down a bit even as it stood fully. You bit your lip and noticed his eyes trailing you, from your parted legs with his hands imprinted into them to your dripping pussy, the hickeys and bites across your stomach and chest, and the look of lust in your eyes. He grinned, taking hold of your hips to jerk you towards him, parting your legs more as he made his way between them, letting his heavy cock rest against you. 

“You want it?” He whispered, stroking up its length slowly, letting you feel it rub against you as you practically shook with anticipation. 

“Yes, please,” You whined, still trying to be quiet. You sat up suddenly, grabbing onto his hips to tug him closer, whining in his ear now as he teased you. “Please,” You whimpered, scooting yourself closer to him, letting him feel how wet you were against his hard cock. He pulled you off the table, turning you around suddenly and bending you over it, trailing the leaking tip of his cock against your ass, between your cheeks to reach your vagina. You gasped, blushing darkly as one of his hands trailing up and down your back, squeezing the fat of your ass as it came back down. You propped yourself up on your hands, standing on your toes as you pushed your hips back against him, feeling his tip slip into you just a bit. You whined as he pulled it away, his hand suddenly coming down on your ass with a hard smack. The sound shocked both of you, but didn’t throw you off as he pushed himself into you now, your head tilting back as your eyes rolled back with pleasure. He stretched you as he entered, your back arching as you pushed your hips back further, feeling him push against your walls and reach your cervix, putting pressure against it as he tried to get all of himself in. He accidentally let out a small moan, the feeling of you squeezing his cock so perfectly enough to make him let his guard down just a bit. 

“Quiet,” You giggled, tilting your head a bit to try and peer over your shoulder as you teased him. 

“Oh fuck off,” He growled, hand suddenly in your hair as he tugged it back, causing your back to arch even more, your mouth falling open with little whines as he forced himself further into you. You closed your eyes, loving the sensation of him stretching you out in every way possible. His other hand smacked your ass again suddenly, making you gasp, feeling the sting it left behind before he rubbed the spot sweetly. His hand now trialed up and down your back again before he suddenly grabbed ahold of your hip and pulled himself out of you. Almost completely, his eyes watching the way you stretched as he moved inside you but not completely out of you. His thrusts didn’t start slow or gentle, your hands having to come up to cover your mouth again as he immediately started pounding into you, your legs held firmly against the table as you could hear the wetness between you, his hips jutting into you with each thrust. He tugged your hair a bit harder, making you whine beneath your hands feeling the pain prickling just a bit on your scalp, your back arching further, your hips tilting up enough to let him in deeper. 

He bit his own lip to keep in his moans, feeling you drip down on him as your legs started shaking again. He wanted you to cum on his cock, and knew you were close. He let go of your hair, making you gasp as your body fell a bit, leaning into the table as you moved your hands enough to hold yourself up a bit. He tugged your arms back, pulling them behind you so you lay flat, your head turning now as you let out whines. He held your arms behind you, pinning them against your back as his other hand smacked your ass again, making you stand up higher on your toes as he continued to pound into you. Suddenly he tugged you back a bit, keeping you held down but giving himself enough room to trail his hand around the front of you, holding your body against his as he sank his whole length into you, his fingers pushing between your lips to find your clit, making you whimper. 

“Oh fuck,” You whined, trying to whisper still but almost giving up as his fingers sped up, pressing against you harder as he thrust faster. 

“Yes, yes, yes,” You whined, an obvious tell that you were about to cum, which was exactly what he wanted. He tried to thrust harder into you, your body jerking a bit against the table as he pound into you, kept steady only by his large hand gripping both your arms and holding them down against your back. You spread your legs a bit as you felt his fingers moving faster now. Your eyes rolled back again and you drew in a breath before you felt yourself release. Your legs shook hard and you bit your lip again to keep from shouting, feeling the intense orgasm run from your lower stomach all the way through your body, forcing your pussy to close tightly around him, convulsing as you dripped onto him. He let out a few moans himself, burying himself deeply into you as you tightened around his cock, letting you do the work for him as he felt himself reach climax as well. 

“Shit,” He pulled out of you suddenly, your body relaxing a bit as he pointed himself down to the ground, not hitting your legs but slowly squeezing everything out of himself. He was careful when he picked you up from the table, turning you to face him and keeping your body steady against his as your eyes were hooded and you leaned into him. He pulled his pants up with one hand, holding you against him with the other, leaning down to kiss you again. This kiss was softer, your arms winding around his shoulders as you let him hold you, your body still coming down as you could feel your cum drip down your thighs. You didn’t care about it at the moment, feeling his strong arm around you as his lips were so gentle against yours now. He adjusted your shirt for you, tugging it back down and fixing your skirt in the back, careful as he trailed his hand over your ass, rubbing the spot he had spanked. He tugged something out of his pocket, careful as he slid it between your legs, cleaning you up. You blushed at the action, his thoughtfulness not something new to you but still always catching you off guard. 

You both smiled into the kiss before pulling away and peering at each other, still covered in darkness but able to see the light in each other’s eyes. 

“Can you walk,” He asked quietly and you giggled, nodding as you shifted your weight to stand. 

“Let me walk you home,” He said and you nodded again, his lips finding yours again for a short kiss before he turned to walk with you, his hand slipping from your waist but going into your hand, your fingers intertwining.

#18+ #21+ #smut #fluff #oneshot #mha #bnha #mha smut #mha fluff #bnha smut #bnha fluff #aged up #mha x you #bnha x you #mha x reader #bnha x reader #boku no hero #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bakugo katsuki #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo mha #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou #katsuki x y/n #katsuki fluff #katsuki x reader #bakugo x y/n #bakugo x f!reader #bakugo x reader

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WORTH IT?

Part 1  

RAFE CAMERON X READER 

WARNINGS: SMALLEST BIT OF SMUT, FIGHTING. CAUGHT.

SUMMARY:  A simple mistake cost you a friendship. was it worth it?

You were in bed with your best friend watching a show that was rather not your favorite. However, your best friend thought differently. she lay at the end of the bed full attention on the tv in front of her as you lay against the bed frame eyes on your phone. Texting the one man everyone had thought you despised. The man who was less than two rooms away. wishing you were next to him instead. “ I can still smell you on my fingers” you read the text over and over again before another popped up.

“I need you so bad ” you read his text as he begged for you to sneak away to his room. “just say you have to go to the bathroom” another text pops up as you try to ignore him and his attempt to steal you away. 

The more he texted the harder it was to ignore him. He needed you and it only proved it by the picture he sent. intrigued by the image that was sent you opened the chat seeing his member hard in his hand as he held it in place. 

“Please” another text pops up he was desperate. your breathing became heavy as you read his texts. his actions were causing you to feel a pool develop beneath you. It was only then you decided to take his words into action.

“I'm gonna go to the bathroom” you got up as Sarah turned her head replying with an okay before you left the room. walking past the bathroom into the older Cameron's room as the door was unlocked. 

“I knew you would come.” he smiled as he walked closer to the door his body naked as he made his way over to you. 

“You just knew I would give in didn't you” you smile as he kisses your neck pining you on the wall. 

“I hoped you would” he breathed onto your neck as his lips find yours. his hands making their way down to your shorts as he moves them off your body. “I need you so bad” he begs into your mouth. 

“Rafe I have to be back in 5 minutes” you pleaded as he smiles at you making his way down to your chest again. 

“I can make that work.” a chuckle is released from you as he lifts your shirt leaving kisses up your stomach before he pulls your shit off. your moans filled the room as he moved you away from the wall and onto the bed. The bed still smelled like the two of you from the nights before.

As much as you hated lying to your best friend the sneaking around only made you want him more. you liked the feeling of being secretive. Having a secret only you and Rafe knew.

 It wasn’t love that drew you both in. it was the many drinks at midsummers. Sarah leaving you alone to go and sneak off with topper. You found yourself begging for a ride home with rafe. And before you knew it he was fucking you in his truck. Promising it wouldn't happen again yet somehow it did. Only this time and the rest you were well aware of what you were doing. Drinks couldn't save you this time.

“Rafe” a moan was released as you held onto strands of his hair. all while he slowly thrust into you. slow as he made his way inside you before letting the temptations get the best of him as he quickens his pace. thrusting harder and harder into you. moans slipping into thin air. 

“Fuck” he breathes out as he continues to thrust harder. your hand holding tighter onto his hair as the other around his waist pulling him in deeper. “you like that?” a smile appeared on his face from above you as he felt your hands push him further into you. Words didn't describe how good he felt at this moment only the moans slipping from you. Him loving every sound you made from under him. it only encouraged him to pick his pace up. 

Each thrust of his pushed you over the moon. as your body shook from the sensation building up to your climax. 

“Rafe have you seen y/n?-” a voice trailed into the room before a gasp. your eyes turned to the door as you saw your best friend standing in the doorway. her eyes on the two of you naked on top of each other. 

“Sarah it's not what it looks like” you push Rafe off of you standing up as you grab the sheet in hopes of covering yourself. 

“I fucking knew it” she yells your eyes turning over to Rafe as he is laying in the bed, content even though he was caught with his sister's best friend. 

“Sarah we-”

“I knew something was going on and you sat there and told me I was fucking crazy” tears welt up in her eyes as did yours. “you gaslighted me into thinking nothing was going on with you too” she felt a sudden relief as she wasn't crazy after all. as her suspicions led her to be right. 

“Sarah I-” 

“You fucking sat with me as I cried my heart out to you about Rafe, I bet you just ran to him telling him everything right?” her hands were flying up in the air letting her frustration get the best of her. It only made you more nervous as her hands flew from each side of the room wondering if she was going to hit you or Rafe. It only was until she took a breath calming down that you felt a sigh of relief. “ I want you out of my house” she spoke in a calm voice. 

“Sarah please-” you beg as tears fell from your face. regretting everything you had just done to your befriend. “I'm sorry” pleading as if sorry was going to help the situation. sorry wasn't going to fix it this time. sorry was for the friends who spill wine all over their best friend's white dress. sorry was only for friends who forgot to give back those black high heels you've had for months. this was not any forgiven sorry. 

“You fuck my brother and you expect me to just forgive you, go back to us painting each other’s nails? NO! I want you out!” her voice began to pick up in sound as well as her anger. your eyes landed on Rafe and then Sarah before you picked up your fallen clothes on the floor. “You're a fucking dick Rafe” Sarah now focusing on her brother who was still on the bed. 

“What the fuck do you want me to say, Sarah? that I'm sorry? sorry for fucking your best friend? cause I know your sure as hell not” his hands were thrown in the air in anger. 

“So this was just a plot to get back at me? because I'm with topper is that it?” yelling filled the house as the siblings fought. all while you struggled to get your clothes back on. “you fucked my best friend to get back at me? wow! Rafe, how low can you stoop?” 

“Yeah because it my fault? your the one whos flinging herself at every guy including my friends. you wanna act like I'm the one who started this shit Sarah?” he waited for a response as he got up putting his pants on. yet Sarah had nothing left to say. “grow the fuck up Sarah not everything is about you,” 

“Ohh but you sure love to make it about you don't you?”

“Okay yeah, because I'm the one going an sneaking around with some pouge? huh? how would topper like to hear that your fucking john B?” 

“Your not so perfect either Rafe! hell, I wouldn't be surprised if you had an STD by now with the name you have set for yourself. you basically slept with half the girls on outer banks” Rafe just laughed like it was some joke. “I would get yourself checked out seeing how you like to sleep around with men like him” Sarah points her attention back to you. you just stood there, shocked as to how this led to such an argument. 

“Did you only sleep with me to get back at her?” you questioned holding your jacket as tears feel into it. Rafe didn't say anything he just sighed giving you the answer you needed. your head dropping as more tears began to flow. 

“Rafe isn't capable of love” 

You let out a breath of air before wiping your tears as if you had just ruined everything you ever had for a man who wants nothing to do with you now that it's over. Ruined a friendship year's worth for her brother. 

“Hope it was worth it” Sarah spoke out turning to you as you walked out the door not saying anything. 

It wasn't worth it. 

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Thank you for answering me and for accepting my request ❤️ as far as the scenerio goes I'd like to see reader (aemond secret lover who's also the eldest strong) finding out about her brother's passing and confronting aemond about it

Hi my love! Yes, we can get some angst up in here! I hope you like!

Aemond x Strong!Reader | haha they're also pretty strong | No content warnings | Pre-established romance between the two

Your hair streamed behind you, cloak flapping in the wind as you strode across the beach at Dragonstone.  It was late, the moon already hung high in the sky, reflecting its light off the crashing waves.  No one knew of your departure, least of all your mother the queen and heir to the Iron Throne. Rhaenyra would never have let you leave for King’s Landing during such a perilous time, but the anger rushing in your ears would not allow you to sit idle. Your young dragon, Nirsiphes, waited for you by the high black rocks.  Her inky black scales the perfect camouflage for a nighttime flight.  You climbed up to the leather dragon saddle, shouted “Sōvegon” to Nirsiphes, urging the dragon to launch herself into the night sky.

The flight to King’s Landing was a short one on dragon back, you had made it many times before.  You did not know exactly what you would do once there, you planned on landing a discreet distance from the city walls and sneaking in through one of the many covert entrances you knew about.  But once at your final destination, you shook your head, you would deal with Aemond when that time came.

The beauty of having a small dragon is you can land them relatively near a large city and go unnoticed, the downside of having a small dragon…well…your little brother Lucerys had had a small dragon.  “Umbagon, Nirsiphes.”  You urged your dragon to stay in the place you had chosen to land, raising your dark hood over your head you hurried toward the Red Keep.

It was the earliest hours of the morning and the stars still shone brightly above you as you winded your way through the empty streets.  Your boots made soft sound on the stone floor as you snuck past the guards nodding off at the doors and into the fortress.  From there it was short work, your movements quick and decisive, making your way to where you knew Aemond’s chambers to be.  His rooms were nearest to the library, as that was one of his favorite haunts, your feet knew the path well.

With gentle care, you tried the handle and found his door unlocked.  The fool.  You quietly eased the door open on polished hinges, just wide enough for you to slip through and close it again behind you.  Moonlight spilled in through the windows and balcony doors, illuminating the room enough for you to see the sleeping form on the four-poster bed.

You approached him, flexing your hands nervously at your sides, coming to a stop directly over Aemond.  His eyepatch was off, as you had seen him before countless times, the sapphire glowing from the light of the setting moon.  His hair was splayed on the pillow, surrounding his face in a web of silver.  You hadn’t seen him look this peaceful before, his angular face slack in sleep.  He didn’t deserve to be at peace, not when your brother’s corpse floated somewhere in Shipbreaker Bay.

You reached toward Aemond’s face, whether to slap him or smother him, you knew not which.  His eye snapped open, glaring at your face, his hand shot up gripping your wrist.  He pulled and brought you tumbling onto the mattress as Aemond maneuvered himself above you, pinning you to the bed.  “I wondered when you would show up in my rooms, Y/N.”  You struggled against him, but Aemond used both his hands and legs to hold you fast. “However, you don’t strike me as an overly competent assassin.”

“I didn’t come here to kill you.”  You said, not sure if it was the truth.  You stilled against him, a curtain of silver hair framing his handsome face.

His hands moved quickly, searching your body for weapons.  Upon finding none Aemond sat back, still sitting on your legs to prevent you moving.  “Then why are you here, if not to exact revenge for Lucerys.”

“Don’t you dare say his name.” You hissed, propping yourself up on your elbows.  “You murdered him, Aemond.  He was a fourteen year old boy!”

“Keep your voice down or I will gag and bind you like a trussed turkey.”  Aemond growled down at you, his face twisted with anger and…something you couldn’t place.  “I am well aware how old he was.”  He looked away from you briefly. “Will you allow me to speak, or have you decided my guilt already?”  

The sudden weariness in Aemond’s took you by surprise. As he got up off you, standing and moving to light a few sconces in the room, you sat up and pulled your feet under yourself. “I wish to know the truth.”

“And if the truth is I killed him?”  Aemond crossed the room to a table and poured water into two pewter goblets, glancing over at you.

“Then I will kill you.”  You said simply, earning a rueful smile from the prince as he looked you over.

“I appreciate your anger and I regret your grief.” Aemond returned to you and offered you the goblet.  “I did not want your brother dead.  I tried to stop it.”

You gazed at his face a moment, his expression was grave, earnest.  You at last took the drink from his proffered hand.  Aemond did not move to sit with you, instead he remained standing beside the bed.  A silence fell as both you and Aemond took a pensive sip of water.

“‘Tried to stop it’?”  You prompted after a moment.

Aemond’s eye, which had been looking out the window, flicked back to your face. “We lost control of our dragons.  Arrax blew fire into Vhagar’s face, and she pursued him.  I was…powerless to stop what happened next.”  A fleeting wince crossed his face at the admission.  

“Have you told anyone else this?”  Your knuckles were white as you clutched the goblet.

“No one.  Not that they would believe me.”  Aemond looked to the ceiling as if searching for a reprieve there.  

“What…exactly…were the circumstances leading to you losing control of the largest dragon in Westeros?”  You voice dripped venom.

Aemond heard it and downed the last of his drink. “Lucerys arrived at Storm’s End to parlay with Borros Baratheon, trying to get him on the Black’s…your family’s side.  I had arrived long before and already offered an engagement to one of his daughters.”  Your heart constricted at his words, but you fought off the feeling. “I demanded Luke give me one of his eyes as payment for mine. He fled. I pursued.”

You closed your eyes, willing yourself to not lose control of your temper. “You pursued.”  You echoed. “Not thinking of the possible consequences?  Forever entrenched in your own desire for revenge?”

With a sudden movement, Aemond’s face was very close to yours, his violet eye wild. “I did not know it was possible to lose control of my dragon, Y/N.  I wanted to scare the boy, not kill him.”  Aemond withdrew, quick as a snake, turning his back to you and running shaky hands through his tousled hair.

You stood. “And how did that work out for you, Aemond?”  

He did not answer, nor did he turn to look at you.  Instead walking to one of the window’s gazing listlessly out across King’s Landing, his long fingers tapping the windowsill.

You made your way to the table, pouring yourself more water.

“I would not do that to you.”  Aemond’s voice was soft, you almost didn’t catch his words.

“What?”  Glancing up you saw he now faced you, his expression had lost all pretense of anger, instead falling into utter sadness.

It pulled at your heart and, almost against your will, you found yourself setting down your drink and crossing the room to take his face in your hands.  Your thumb traced his jaw, the vertical scar on his cheek, along the lips you knew so well.  

Aemond pulled you closer to him, his hands at your waist. “I am named ‘Kinslayer’, viewed as a degenerate and monster.”  He raised a hand, brushing the back of his fingers down your face. “The pieces are falling, Y/N, what happened to your brother set in motion irrevocable damage.  Your family is soon to be at war with mine, one I don’t see many surviving.”

His purple eye glistened with suppressed grief.  Conflicting emotions flitted across his features as he looked down at you.  Guilt, anger, sadness, affection.  Several tears dropped from your eyes, running down your cheeks as you gazed at him. Aemond brushed them away with his fingers, leaning down to place a kiss below each of your damp eyes.

“You should leave, dawn is soon to break, you will need to be out of the city before daylight comes.”

His grip on you did not loosen and you snaked your hands around his torso, leaning your head on his chest.  You felt his sigh ruffle your hair as Aemond rested his chin on your crown.

“Am I likely to see you again?”  You knew the answer as you asked it.

Aemond paused a moment, his heartbeat thrumming in your ear.

“I hope not, Y/N.”

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