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I Believe What You Said [James Wilson x Reader]
I have been bingewatching House, and I fell back in love with the adorable golden retriever of an oncologist. And I actually managed to write!
Warnings: hinted smut, female reader, reader has a last name (there is a reason), no use of y/n, House is House, reader is 30
“You called a hooker to the hospital? I’m telling mom!”
Wilson sighed and went to apologise but the woman with him merely laughed, “then I guess you won’t want to hear about my two for one special? I’m told it’s knee-trembling.”
“Oh I like her, hire her again.”
“I don’t think he’s going to go away any time soon, I’ll see you later?”
The woman smiled softly at Wilson and nodded. “Yeah. Thanks James.” As she reached the door she stopped and glanced back at the two men, “nice to meet you House.”
“So, you got her card? How much does she charge an hour?”
“I’m not even going to dignify that with a response.” Wilson sighed heavily, settling back into his chair. “What do you want House?”
“I want to know who the hot piece of ass in your office was.” House wiggled his eyebrows.
“You’re disgusting. And it may come as a surprise to you, but sometimes people other than you actually come to consult me on cases. Now, what did you want?”
“Oh, I’ve got something way more interesting to look into now.” House grinned, making his way back towards the door and leaving a baffled oncologist behind him.
“So, who’s the hot new doctor you hired?”
“Hello to you too House.” Cuddy hummed, not looking up from her computer. “I haven’t hired any new doctors.”
“Well there’s no way Wilson has the balls to bring a hooker to a hospital. Short, stupid accent, wears a lot of black, doesn’t quite have your cleavage but-” he cupped his hands around his chest “-about yae big?”
“You’re disgusting.” Cuddy huffed. “Why do you care?”
“What, I can’t get to know the fourth ex-Mrs Wilson?” He smirked. “You know, I think she’s young enough to be his daughter.”
“She’s 30!”
“So you do know who she is?!” He looked practically elated, or as elated as House could get, “c’mon mom, little Jimmy gets all the cool new friends.”
“She was a trauma surgeon, and if you actually did the clinic hours you were supposed to do you would have met her before now.” Cuddy clicked a few buttons on her computer and smiled, “and would you look at that, your clinic duty starts in ten minutes.”
For the first time in months House didn’t whine or complain, instead headed straight for the door and turned in the direction of the clinic.
“He has three ex wives you know.”
“Really?” The woman laughed, flicking over the next page in her file, “that’s extremely impressive for a nine year old. I’ll let his mother know.”
“Hilarious. Wilson, not little Timmy in there.”
She paused, narrowing her eyes at him. “I’m not sure what that has to do with me, or this patient, but I’ll keep it in mind… unless you really were thinking about that two for one offer? Or calling dibs.”
She didn’t wait for his response, slipping into exam room two and closing the door. House smiled to himself, picking a random file from the stack. This was going to be fun.
Each time he bumped into her while collecting files he asked progressively more personal questions, about her, about her intentions with the oncologist, about her medical history, or just things to get a rise out of her. After his last patient she was just stood by the desk waiting for him, expectantly.
“You get one more question.”
“So, how many doctors in this hospital have you slept with?”
She tapped her finger against her chin, “three. Why, you want to make it four? So you know my family history, how many doctors I’ve slept with, how many times I’ve spoken to your boyfriend this month, and yet you never asked my name. Have fun with that Sherlock.”
“Oh please, your name is up there on the clinic rota,” he grumbled, gesturing to the board behind him, “who wastes a question on useless stuff like that?”
She just laughed and walked off, throwing a wave over her shoulder as she disappeared through the doors. House, still a little peeved he couldn’t get to her, turned to study the clinic rota. Next to his name, in shiny black letters, ‘Dr. Smith’. Great, just great.
House threw open the door to his office, slightly disappointed that no one on the team jumped any more.
“You two, go run a PET scan on the patient's brain. And you,” he gestured his cane at Cameron, “go find me Dr. Smith, tell her I need a consult in Wilson’s office.”
“Why would we run-”
“Are you going to give me a clue on-”
“Out. Daddy needs time to think.” The three stared dumbly at him as he made his way back towards the door. “Go on kiddies, scram.”
Sighing the team set off for their different jobs, Cameron muttering to herself about how many Dr Smith’s there must be in this hospital. House headed in the other direction, still thinking, until he stopped outside Wilson’s door. Rapping his cane against the wood three times he pushed open the door and walked in.
“What are you up to?”
“I believe that’s usually my line. Hello House.”
The older man made a childish noise and dropped himself on the office sofa, “with this Dr Smith. Did you know she’s slept with three Doctors in this hospital? I mean, I can’t blame them, that ass is amazing-”
“You’re a pig. And what I’m doing is working…” Wilson hummed, staring at his papers for a few moments before dropping them on the desk, “how do you know how many doctors she’s slept with?”
“Apparently we share clinic hours. So, you’re trying to be the fourth or what?”
“No, no, we are not doing this. Since when do you do your clinic hours?”
“Since there was something interesting in there.” House smirked, “so you are trying to be number four?”
“House,” Wilson frowned at his friend, tone hardening slightly, “I am not answering that question.”
“So I can be number four? Sweet, wonder if she meant it about that two for one deal. Think Cuddy would be in?”
“No and no.”
“So you are interested in her,” House grinned, “Wilson’s got a girlfriend!”
“Men and Women can be friends, even if the woman in question has an amazing ass,” Wilson sighed “you happy now?”
“Ecstatic. What about you?”
Wilson’s head whipped towards the door, where Dr Smith was leaning against the doorframe. “I think I could hear a few more compliments. You wanted me?”
“Yeah, my place about 8?”
She chuckled and shook her head at the diagnostician. “Still not the best offer in the room, Cameron said you wanted a consult?”
“Yeah, got a patient suffering from a heartbreaking lack of sex.” He grumbled.
“Hire a hooker. Or sweet talk James really nice. Now, is there a real issue or can I go back to my day job?” She glanced between the two, one eyebrow raised.
“I do have a patient with hallucinations, hearing voices, the whole shebang. He’s 39.”
She hummed, sitting on the couch beside House. “This is new?”
“Yep.”
“Very late onset for schizophrenia, personally I’d be asking the oncologist not the psych.”
“Tumour is a possibility.” Wilson agreed, wandering over to the couch as well.
“Great, good thing I asked them to scan his brain.” House sighed, pushing himself to his feet.
After he left the woman smiled at Wilson, “so, you want to get a coffee and go over that case?”
“I’d love to.”
“So my ass is amazing huh?” Dr. Smith grinned, grin only widening as she watched the oncologist splutter, his face turning red.
“I can’t believe House did that to me.”
“Oh I can, Cameron went to like eight Dr Smith’s before she got to me, and so do you. But that’s not an answer Dr Wilson.”
Wilson sighed, staring hard at the spill now on the table. “I was just winding House up.”
She hummed, taking a careful sip of her coffee. “Well that’s a shame, ‘cause now I can’t say the same thing back without getting written up for harassment.”
More of the coffee splashed onto the table, “you… what?”
“I’m not blind.”
Wilson just stared blankly at her, a pink flush sitting prettily across his cheeks. “But you’re… you know I’m a decade older than you right?”
“You know I’m too old to care right?” She stared him down, though her lips still turned up at the corners ever so slightly. “You can say no, I got over being offended by that back in college.”
“Well that has to be a lie. It’s not that I want to say no-”
“So, Thursday night? I finish at 7.”
Wilson could only watch, stunned, as she downed the rest of her coffee and walked off.
“There’s something wrong with her, and I’m going to find it,” House grumbled as he limped back into the office, throwing his badge onto the table, “one of you go pretend to be me in the clinic, I’m busy.”
“You stole another doctor's personal file?” Cameron gaped.
“I’m not even surprised.” Foreman sighed.
House made shoo-ing motions as he sat behind his desk, starting to flip through the file. Less than an hour later he was slamming the file back down on Wilson’s desk.
“She’s broken, thats why you want her.”
“Ah yes, I definitely can’t like a gorgeous woman because she’s gorgeous.” His eyes flicked to the file and back to the computer, “of course you stole her notes. I’m disappointed but not surprised.”
“She has depression.” House snapped.
“That makes two of us.”
“She can’t have kids.”
“Ah yes, because my plan was to knock her up on the first date.”
House narrowed his eyes. “You’re taking her on a date.”
Wilson’s retort was interrupted by a knock on the door, followed by the person they’d just been discussing poking her head inside. “Bad time?”
“No, it’s fine.” Wilson hummed, smiling softly. “You need me?”
“Both of you actually,” her eyes drifted over the file on the desk, “you know, I’m not morally opposed to punching a cripple when they deserve it. You want copies of all my nudes too?”
House grinned. “Yes.”
“Ask James for them later, there’s a weird case in the clinic.” She grinned, nodding towards the door. “And since you have enough free time on your hands to steal my notes, you have enough free time to come look at this.”
“You have nudes already?”
Wilson frowned. “No?”
“Not yet, hence the later. Keep up House.”
As she walked off the two men glanced at each other, Wilson frowning at his best friends wicked grin. This was going to be a nightmare.
Thursday evening finally rolled around and the two doctors found themselves seated at a pretty nice restaurant, glasses of wine beside their plates and soft piano music trickling through the air. The woman smiled, leaning forwards slightly towards her date.
“You know he followed us right?” She chuckled, nodding her head slightly. “Two tables over. You sure I’m not interrupting something between you two?”
“Only him monopolising all my free time.” Wilson groaned, rubbing his temples. “I’m sorry about him.”
“Don’t be, if I didn’t think I could handle him I wouldn’t be here. You don’t work at Princeton Plainsboro for years without knowing all about Gregory House.” She laughed. “Besides, he’s good fun to mess with.”
“I’m glad,” Wilson smiled softly, “not that he’s messing with you, just that you don’t mind.”
She gently rested her hand over his. “I finally managed to get you out on a date, a grumpy diagnostician with a fixation is not ruining this for me.”
“Finally… you flatter me.”
She shrugged, “I don’t really flatter people, but if it's working then I’m happy-” she sipped from her wine “-I’d be even happier if you agreed to come to my place and try some of my wines after this. I have quite the collection.”
He blushed prettily, taking another sip of his own drink before nodding. “I. I think I would like that.”
She smiled, taking another bite of her pasta. Wilson did the same, smiling back at her. Once their plates were empty and the last of the wine had disappeared she reached out and offered him her hand. As they walked past the table where House was sat she bent down and murmured into his ear ‘there are easier ways to get a threesome’ before walking out of the restaurant hand in hand with the oncologist.
“I may have overexaggerated how good my wine collection is.”
“I may not have really cared about the wine.”
She laughed, pulling him to a stop so she could lean up and press her lips into his. “Good. My apartment is just around the corner, and I’m running low on patience.”
If they both sped up their steps a little, and if they ended up pressed against each other outside her door too impatient to wait just a moment longer for the door to be opened, then there was no one there to judge them.
The next morning she awoke to the chirping of an alarm and the warmth of a body curled around her own. Shifting slightly she smiled to see him still there, floppy hair a mess and brow furrowed slightly as the alarm broke through the last remnants of sleep.
“You’re still here.” She murmured, fingers tracing his jaw.
“You didn’t think I would be?” He murmured back, eyes still closed as he tried to bury his face against her shoulder.
“I’m not necessarily used to it, but I’m glad.” Slowly she rolled over fully, pressing the front of her body against his and feeling him pressing back against her. “Mmmh, think we can get away with being late?”
His eyes cracked open and he smiled, pressing his lips against hers softly. “If you’re as good as you were last night we won’t be.”
Grinning wickedly she rolled him over onto his back, her hips straddling his. “Dr Wilson, you know all the right things to say.”
“James. Call me James.”
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Learn to Share
This took me an embarassingly long time to write, but I'm trying to get back into the swing of things (and I might try to write a part 2 to this as well).
One Piece Live Action - (Future) Mihawk x F!Reader x Shanks
“S’whats a pretty girl like you doin’ here ‘lone?”
You breathed out slowly through your nose, fingers tightening on the glass in your hand. This was the third one tonight. You’d come here to get away from annoying men, yet here you were attracting them like flies to honey. As if your frankly impressive resting bitch face wasn’t enough to tell people not to bother you.
“I’m here for peace, and you happen to be ruining it.” You grit out, casting a quick sideways glance at the man.
“Ah, you don’t wanna be here ‘lone surely, pretty gal like you.” He leant in closer, the stink of his breath wafting into your face. “Come w’me an’ I’ll show you a real good time.”
You swore under your breath, turning to face the man and flicking your coat open slightly to flash your daggers. “Like I said, you’re ruining my peace. You can leave now, or I can make you.”
Apparently the alcohol had really dulled all of the man’s brain cells because he just laughed, leaning further towards you, gaze planted firmly on your chest. “Don’ be like that pretty, I’ll relieve you tension yeah?”
“I believe the lady said no.”
Both of you turned to the stranger, you to chastise him when you had that handled, the drunkard apparently to chase the stranger off, but neither of you could find words when those piercing yellow eyes came into view. You watched from the corner of your eyes as the drunk spluttered apologies, his face going a sickly shade of white as he scampered away. Arching one eyebrow at the stranger you dipped your head slightly in thanks. He was striking, pale skin and the most intense gaze you’d ever seen, all framed by sharp black hair.
“Let me buy you a drink… as thanks.”
The words left your mouth before your brain could engage and you could barely hide your mortification at your own actions.
“No need for thanks. Though… I suppose a drink couldn’t hurt.”
The stranger settled into the recently vacated seat and you nodded towards the bartender for two more drinks.
Before long two glasses of decent rum were set onto the counter in front of you. Quietly you thanked the bartender, before lifting the glass in a silent toast to your new companion. Thankfully he said nothing in return, only dipped his head and lifted the glass to his lips. Smiling to yourself you settled for a quiet drink, hopeful that the presence of this stranger would deter most of the idiots from bothering you.
It almost worked, but unfortunately you didn’t think there was any power on the seas that could stop your captain from bothering you.
“Ehh, there you are princess! You left the party without telling anyone!”
You groaned, steadfastly ignoring the man as he came up behind you and slung his arm around your shoulder, evidently completely ignoring the man sat beside you. You cast a quick glance sideways to check that he was, in fact, still sat there, and sighed.
“I wanted a quiet drink. Emphasis on the quiet.”
“Hey, we’re great company. Besides you should have told- Hawk Eyes! What are you doing with my lookout?!”
“Just a quiet drink.”
You narrowed your eyes at him before looking back at your captain. “It was a quiet drink, so if you’d be so kind… y’know, while I ask how the hell you know each other.”
“Oh, Hawk Eyes and I go way back.” Your captain, ignoring your request, settled down on the stool at your other side, resting his shoulder against yours.
“This wasn’t exactly what I meant Captain,” you grumbled half-heartedly, “I came here to escape the crew.”
“Ah, gorgeous, I’m the Captain not the crew. And we both know you don’t really want to escape me.”
The man on your other side, Hawk Eyes apparently, hummed and gestured for more drinks, “if you’re part of his crew then you know there’s no getting rid of him. Believe me, I’ve tried.”
You sigh, defeated, and nod slowly. “Point taken. How do you know each other anyway?”
“We were rivals!”
Your jaw went slack, eyes darting between your Captain and the mysterious stranger. “I’m sorry, you were what?!”
“Oh yeah, old Hawk Eyes used to hunt me down for fights all the time!”
“You just happened to be an interesting opponent.”
You grabbed the drink settled in front of you and downed half of it in one swallow. “Nope, I refuse to believe that you and Hawk Eyes here were rivals. One of you is clearly too good for that.”
“Mihawk. I prefer to be addressed by name, and I believe you have more manners than Shanks.”
Swiftly you drained the second half of your glass. “I think I should get some air.”
Before you could even rise to your feet you felt the arm clamp down around your shoulders, pushing you back down. For a drunk man with only one arm Shanks was much stronger than most gave him credit for, including you.
“Oh come on gorgeous, don’t you want to hear stories of my amazing adventures?”
To your surprise you found yourself enjoying the tales they told you, mostly Shanks though Mihawk chipped in occasionally. A few more drinks and you began to forget why you’d wanted to leave, the shock of the greatest swordsman in the world sitting beside you long gone. You leant against the bar, Shanks’ arm still around your shoulders, the three of you pressed much closer together than when you’d first started.
“So you two are like… best friends or something?”
“Good Lord no.” Mihawk protested, while Shanks laughed loudly down your ear.
“Close enough Princess.”
You hummed, nodding your head. “I can see it, you work well together.”
Slowly you started to rise from your stool, only for Shanks to push you back down.
“And where are you going now Princess?”
Frowning you pointed towards the back of the bar, “powder my nose, I’ll be right back.”
Reluctantly he let you stand, both men watching protectively as you made your way to the washrooms in the back of the bar.
“She’s quite something hmm?”
Shanks huffed, finally pulling his attention from the direction you’d left to narrow his eyes at his old friend. “She’s my lookout, don’t go stealing her for your crew.”
“I don’t need a crew, but you could learn some lessons about sharing.”
Shanks eyes sparkled and he smiled. “Now that, I can get behind.”
#halo.writes#my writing#opla#dracule mihawk#shanks#shanks x reader#mihawk x reader#mihawk x reader x shanks#f!reader#reader insert
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Let’s Play [Chishiya x Reader]
WARNING: BIG SPOILERS FOR SEASON 2 OF ALICE IN BORDERLAND.
CW: Language, canon-typical violence, injury, death etc etc, emotional constipation, no one here is a good person
And again, massive season 2 spoilers, proceed at your own risk.
Chishiya had no need for attachments. Even before coming to the Borderland he tried to shut off those particular emotions, first to deal with the nature his job, and then as he convinced himself that he had no interest in understanding peoples hearts. But, as it happened, attachments weren't swayed by that kind of logic. First it was Kuina, soon becoming a steadfast companion despite his attempts to stay distant, then it was you. He couldn't pinpoint the moment you became a part of his life here in the borderlands, nor when you became more than just another tool to him, and it frustrated him. But still, he found himself searching for your face in the returning crowds from the latest game, and lingering in your presence.
One night, close to the final completion of the pip cards, you found him up on the roof.
“Should have known you'd be up here people watching.” You laughed, settling down next to him to study the residents playing in the pool below.
His only response was a disinterested hum, but he didn't tell you to leave which was as close to a welcome as you tended to get from him.
“Do you think they're right?” You asked after a moment, “Do you think collecting all the cards is really the way to get back?”
He considered it for a moment before shrugging. “Who knows? It's a logical train of thought.”
“You know... I'm not sure I'll be able to survive in that world, even if we do get back.” You sighed, eyes carefully trained on the figure of Kuina as she made her way through the crowd.
“And why would that be?”
“Surviving here... it changes you. Haven't you noticed?” You breathed out a long breath, leaning back on your elbows. “Maybe it's different for you, but I don't even bat an eye at death any more. The last game... I watched someone kill themselves in front of me, because of me, and I didn't even care. I'm not sure I remember who I used to be, I don't know if I could go back.”
Chishiya sighed, sounding every bit exasperated at you. His hand shot out, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him.
“You're the best hearts player at the Beach. You'll adapt, no matter what.”
You stared at him in shock, but Chishiya merely nodded once, returning his gaze to the people below.
The pip cards, as it turned out, weren't the end of things. Just the first stage of the games. You had been so, so wrong when you thought things couldn't get much worse than the ten of hearts, a message driven home almost immediately by the King of Spades. You watched in horror as the car holding the last of your comrades disappeared behind a blast of flame, your body barely shielded by the car you dived behind. You glanced over at Chishiya and sighed.
“New day, same old shit huh?”
“Seems like it. We should move.”
You nodded, following him quietly between the cars and away from the devastation.
Things continued like that for a while. Sometimes you would enter the face card games together, sometimes Chishiya would insist you stayed back. You didn't argue with him, and he grew to appreciate your company even more than he had before. Things seemed to be going well, until they weren't.
Two face cards left. The King of Spades and the Queen of Hearts. You'd finally found the others after what seemed like forever apart, then Niragi crashed the party. You could only watch in horror as Chishiya took the bullet meant for Usagi, feeling for the first time since the games started, hurt. You eyes narrowed, reaching for the gun at your hip to blast the former Beach resident away, when the sound of gunfire in the distance pulled you from your rage.
“The King. I'll get him somewhere safe, you two run.” You snapped, practically shoving Usagi and Arisu away as you ran to Chishiya's side.
“You know, you should get to shelter too.”
“Shut up and let me move you. I'll be just fine.” You huffed, helping him move behind a car. “Stay alive, I'm coming back for you once we kill this bastard.”
He just nodded, one hand pressed against his wound as you turned and headed for where the others had grouped.
The plan had seemed so good, everyone using their best skills seemed like a surefire way to win. Hell, even Aguni had made an appearance, bringing with him an extra ray of hope. You had been so convinced that you could do this, that you would all survive... you didn't stop to consider the Kings almost inhuman strength and durability. It was a massacre. Chishiya could only watch through the car wing mirror in horror as you were thrown backwards by the force of his gunfire, your torso splattered with red, saved only from certain death by the kid with the arrows. Great, he owed her a favour now and she wouldn't even know why. His horror only increased as you dragged yourself upright, throwing a knife towards the man. He struggled against his injuries, trying to haul himself to his feet only to collapse with a groan. He could only watch as you went down again, only this time you didn't get up, but he couldn't take his eyes off you, watching for any signs of life. As the store exploded you were sent tumbling across the ground, but it seemed to wake you. Groaning, and a little singed, you crawled the rest of the way towards the car where you'd left Chishiya, collapsing against the metal beside him as you waved Arisu and Usagi off to the final challenge.
“You think they'll do it?” You asked, leaning against his shoulder.
“Probably.”
“Good. I want to get the fuck out of here now.”
You awoke in hospital, confused and a little frightened, a nurse looking over you.
“What happened?” You croaked, wincing when the movement sent a burst of pain down your side.
“You were involved in the disaster in Shibuya, your heart stopped for a while but we managed to bring you back.” The nurse smiled kindly down at you. “Is there anyone I can call for you?”
You started to shake you head, only to pause and murmur the details of your closest living relative. The nurse nodded, smiling again.
“I'll do that. Don't worry, you'll be on your feet again before you know it.”
Several days later you were finally allowed to wander around on your own. Escaping to the garden you spotted two men playing cards at a table, making your way over you paused by them, smiling softly.
“Do you mind if I join?”
The dark haired man, his face still covered with bandages nodded. “Sure. You can't be worse company than this asshole.”
Laughing you took a seat beside the blonde, your breath catching in your throat when he turned to look at you. He stared back, a flash of recognition in his eyes for just a second.
“Um, sorry if this sounds rude, but have we met before?”
The blonde shook his head. “I don't think so.”
“I'd certainly remember if I'd met someone as gorgeous as you before.” The bandaged man cut in, his grin edging towards a leer.
“I just feel like I know you...” you murmured, “ah, never mind, maybe we should get to know each other then?”
Both men nodded, picking up their cards as you grabbed your own stack.
“Let's play.”
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Still Wanting More [Darsh x Reader]
Dark Schneider x Reader
Because I am gutted that no one seems to be as horny for this dumbass of a man as me.
Warnings: NSFW 18+, cockwarming, Darsh is an arrogant dumbass
“Sit still, this was your idea.” The soft voice rumbled in your ear, one large hand squeezing your thigh.
You whimpered, trying not to squirm at the feel of his hand massaging your skin, all while he was seated deep inside you. Filling you.
“It was a terrible idea.”
Darsh laughed, the ripple of his laughter jostling his cock inside you and bringing a moan to your lips. You clenched down around him in response, he moaned and gripped your thigh a little harder.
“You really want me that much gorgeous? Can’t stay still while I’m inside you hmm?” He hummed, lips pressing to your shoulder. “Not that I can blame you, I am the handsome young hero here.”
You huffed, leaning back against him to kiss him gently on the cheek. The movement shifted him inside you, causing a groan to slip out of his lips as your walls clenched around him. You hummed, amused, and tilted your head back to look at him.
“Mhm, you are. And I already admitted this was a terrible idea,” you mused, “maybe we could-”
“You know what I want you to say.”
You pouted back at him, but Darsh just smirked down at you. Fluttering your eyelashes at him you put on your best pleading expression, clenching around him just for good measure.
“Please Darsh, I need you. I want the most handsome, powerful sorcerer in all Metallicana-”
You didn’t get to finish as Darsh practically threw you down on the bed, still inside you as you were pushed faced down into the sheets. You didn’t know how he managed it, but you weren’t complaining, not when he was grinding down into you. Whimpering you rocked your hips back into him, urging him to move properly.
“Impatient hmm? You want me that badly love?” He thrust hard into you, chuckling as you moaned loudly into the sheets. “I knew you were the one for me.”
You couldn’t answer, too overwhelmed with the pleasure of his massive cock thrusting in and out of you, the sound of his groans and praise echoing through your mind.
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Run [Grimmjow x Reader]
I’m not doing a proper kinktober obviously but I am going to try writing some shorter smutty pieces. Mostly to try and kick my ass back into writing again.
Warnings: Smut 18+, Predator/Prey, Female reader, Grimm is a bit of an ass but we knew that already
Your breath caught in your throat as you heard a branch snapping somewhere in the distance. Your lungs burned and legs trembled, but you had to keep going. Every time you stopped you could feel him getting closer, his growled “run” echoing in your head. Desperately sucking air into your lungs you started running again, you were so close to safety now. So close.
Finally the cabin came into sight. Knowing safety was within your reach re-invigorated your tired muscles, breathing life back into you as you went for the final sprint. One second you were running, the next you were tackled to the floor by an immense weight. So close to the cabin you could almost reach out and touch the door. Ignoring the possessive growl from above you you started to fight, trying to throw him off you and crawl away. The man above you laughed, letting you fight back for a few moments before his hand pressed down between your shoulder blades, claws digging into your skin.
“Stay down.” He snarled, not letting up the pressure until you stopped fighting. “Good girl.”
You whimpered, trying to see him over your shoulder. It was hard with your face pressed against the dirt the way it was, but he took pity on you, a shock of blue hair and wicked grin appearing in your vision.
“Ya did better than I thought you would.” He laughed, bending down to lick tears of frustration from your face. “Should have known my girl would be a fighter.”
“You waited to catch me on purpose.” You snapped.
“It was more fun this way. Don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy it, I can smell you from here.” One hand trailed down your back, coming to stop between your legs where he pressed down against the wet patch forming there. “Your body can’t lie to me.”
“Grimm-” You whined, arching back against his touch, “don’t tease.”
He laughed roughly, rocking his hips against your ass. “You like it when I tease, or was the chase enough teasing for you?”
“Grimm…” your tone was warning, “if you’re not going to claim your prize for catching me then I’m going inside.”
He snarled some kind of curse you didn’t recognise and pressed you down harder, his hands moving to tug at your pants viciously. You lifted your hips as best as you could to help him, sighing in relief as the cool night air brushed against your heated skin. You barely heard the sound of his own clothes rustling over your panting breaths, flinching in surprise as his cock pressed against your entrance.
“No complaining now, you’re the one who wanted this.” He laughed, slowly pressing into you. “Fuck, always so tight for me. Like you don’t want to let me go.”
You whimpered again, wriggling your hips against his in an attempt to get him to move.
“Behave.” He growled in your ear, before snapping his hips hard against yours.
You wailed out in joy, digging your hands into the dirt and grass beneath you as his thrusts threatened to send you sprawling across the floor. Each stroke of his hips sent sparks of pleasure coursing through you, only heightened by the sound of his moans and his rough praise.
“I can feel you tightening up around me. I make you feel that good huh?” He laughed, pressing the length of his body along your back so he could nuzzle at your neck. “Come on, be a good girl and come for me.”
His teeth scraped along your neck, feeling you tighten under him until you reached the peak of your pleasure. Sensing his cue he sunk his teeth into the delicate flesh between your neck and shoulder, biting down hard enough to break the skin. Leaving his mark on you. The knowledge and the sharp pleasurable pain finally sent you over the edge, bringing you along with him.
Afterwards he scooped your tired body up in his arms, carrying you back inside. Softly he wiped you down and laid you in bed, curling his body around you.
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Demons In My Head
Demiurge [Overlord] x F!Reader
Warnings: canon-typical violence, smut, deviation from canon.
When Yggdrasil shut down Momonga wasn’t the only one left behind, you were trapped there with him, as the world shifted and all the NPCs came to life. Trapped in Nazarick with an NPC you’ve always had a crush on, what will you do with your new life?
Hearing a soft ping I looked up from where I’d been reading on the floor to pass the time, a new message flashed at the corner of my vision. Sighing I opened it, at least whoever it was had been courteous enough to let me know they weren’t coming.
[Momonga]
Just logging in now, sorry I’m so late!
I smiled softly and dismissed the message, no point in messaging him back when you could speak in person in a moment. Seeing the familiar glow that signified one of my guild-mates logging in I pushed to my feet, ready to greet Momonga one last time.
“Hey Momo.” I smiled up at the litch. “I’m glad you came.”
“Hey Rip.” He nodded his head, and you were sure he was smiling back. “Sorry, I got caught up and it took me longer than I thought to get here. Did I miss everyone?”
My chest tightened and I shook my head. “You’re the only one so far Momo.”
“Oh.” He drummed his bony fingers against his chin. “Maybe they’ve been and gone? How long have you been here?”
“Since midday.” My voice was flat, claws picking at the edges of my armour. “I don’t think they’re coming…”
“I’m sure they’d have been here if they could. C’mon, we’ve still got a couple of hours, shall we go and say goodbye to everyone?” I blinked at his outstretched arm for a moment, not sure what he meant, until I remembered the NPCs of Nazarick, those lovingly created by the guild.
“That sounds lovely, Lord Momonga.” I answered softly, glad for once that the game limited my expressions.
“Indeed, Lady Riptide. Shall we head to the first floor and then work our way back down?”
“Makes sense, I’d like to end things in the Throne room. It just feels right.”
Momonga nodded, teleporting the both of you to the top floor. I eyed the rickety bridge while Momonga looked around for Shaltear, neatly teleporting to the other side with a huff.
“Still not a fan of heights Rip?”
“Nope, besides, Shaltear is over this way.” I called, making my way towards the Vampire’s usual spot. “Floor two, numbnuts.”
Saying goodbye to the fourth floor pulled at something painful in my chest. The Underground Lake had been my domain, though the main guardian was Gargantua, there were monsters of my own creation in the lake itself. They weren’t true NPCs in the way the others were, my skills hadn’t quite been up to par for that, but they did a good job of picking off a few of the fools who made their way this far down. Besides, Ulbert had insisted that my aesthetics fit this floor the most. The next few floors were easier, at least until we reached the seventh.
“This was always my favourite.” I sighed, running my fingers over the back of the white throne.
“Really? I thought it was the lake?” Momonga hummed.
“Nah, that was where Ulbert thought I fit best, but I do really like fire. And this place is so beautiful, he used to chase me out of here all the time. Told me Kelpies shouldn’t stay in hot places long, and to stop ogling his creation.” I laughed, gently patting Demiurge on the shoulder. “Do you think he knew Demi was my favourite NPC?”
There was a low rumble of laughter from Momo beside me. “No. None of us would ever have guessed that.”
Meanwhile Demiurge was practically vibrating with delight. His Lady, one of the Supreme Beings, favoured him above any other? He couldn’t think of a greater honour. And she even deigned to touch him? Him, a lowly servant. But why were the two remaining Supreme Beings speaking as if they were leaving? It couldn’t be.
Finally we made it to the tenth floor once again. I brought up the menu, glancing over the time.
“Ten minutes left.” I sighed, glancing to where Momonga was over with Albedo, looking over something in her description. “You two going to need some time alone? Remember, this place has rules against R rated actions!”
“Oi!”
I laughed, happily settling on the floor to wait for the final countdown. As the last thirty seconds started to tick down I looked up at Momonga once more, surprised to find that he’d settled himself on the throne. Pushing to my feet I went to join him, perching on the arm, glad that I couldn’t feel how uncomfortable it probably was.
“Hey Momo, after this… do you… do you think we can still keep in touch?”
“Of course we can Rip.”
I hoped he could tell how happily I was smiling at him, I’d used the emote but it didn’t seem enough to convey how truly happy and grateful I was to have his friendship in all this. Gently resting one of my own hands over his boney one I watched the last few moments of the clock count down, bracing myself for the unpleasant sensation of rejection from the gear.
“5… 4… 3… 2… 1…” I closed my eyes,ready for the last moments of the game… but then nothing happened. No unpleasant zap in my brain to signify I’d been forcibly disconnected, no sudden feeling of nausea as I came back to the real world. Nervously opening my eyes I glanced around, expecting to see the darkness of my headset only to be greeted by the equally startled face of Momonga.
“Did we get the time wrong?” I asked, looking around.
“No… I don’t think so… wait, Rip, your mouth is moving.” Momo answered, his eyes flashing green at me.
“So is yours!” I yelped, “really moving, not the standard animations. Holy shit, Momo, are we in the game? I swear I saw an anime like this, but if you died in the game you died in real life? Do you think that’s what’s happening here? We’ve been Isekai’d into a game. Oh, I hope we still have all our skills…”
“Rip, breathe, we can work this out.” Momonga sighed, gently patting my shoulder to try and distract me from my racing mind.
“Lord Momonga? Lady Riptide? Has something happened?”
I whirled at the sound of Albedo’s voice, blinking up at her.
“It is nothing to worry about Albedo. Could you gather the floor guardians? I believe something has changed here. Sebas-” he paused just long enough for the man to appear “-go and scout the exterior of Nazarick, see if you can determine what has changed.”
[Riptide]
Holy shit Momo, how are you so cool right now?
I’m still kind of freaking out.
[Momonga]
I hadn’t noticed.
Don’t worry. I’ll work things out for now. Looks like we still have our skills.
[Riptide]
Thanks Momo <3
Time passed almost smoothly after that, once my panic died down I managed to settle back into my old role as vice-leader of the guild, though there were pitfalls that came with our new existence. The burning temple, which normally brought me great solace, made my skin dry out too quickly, and for the first time your expressions were truly visible on my face. It had taken weeks for me to stop blushing whenever you saw Demiurge, my skin taking on a deeper blue-grey tinge whenever I remembered what I’d said to him when we thought we were saying goodbye to the tomb, or how he’d spoken about me when Momonga had asked how the Guardians felt about the two of you. But I’d finally got over that, I could face him like a normal person now, even give orders when I needed to. At least I thought I was over it.
I’d been relaxing in the lake when a group of adventurers made their way into the tomb. I don’t know how they got past Shaltear or the Grave, though I had seen Shaltear chasing after Albedo earlier. They weren’t exactly hard to dispose of either, though I guess I had a bit of a home-field advantage in the water. Still, the encounter had left me dirty and a little sore, one of them had tried to ride me, clearly seeing a horse and thinking nothing of it. Shuddering at the memory I sank into my bath, letting the warmth of the water soothe me. At least until someone knocked at my door.
“Come in!” I called out, not thinking anything of it. Momonga had been in here enough times while I soaked, he’d gotten over it fast enough, the water was dark and as it happened having a Kelpie as a guildmate meant spending way more time with them in water than either of us had bargained for, at least until we could get hold of an artefact that helped.
Except that wasn’t Momonga, instead standing in your room with a pink dusting on his ears was Demiurge. With a startled yelp I sank under the water, only letting the top of my head and my eyes peek out over the surface. Until I remembered the Demiurge shaped plushie on my bed, the one Albedo had so kindly made for me (after only the briefest of disgusted looks). Another burbled yelping noise and I’d practically flown across the room, landing on the bed on top of the plush.
“Lady Riptide? Is everything quite alright?”
I blinked at Demiurge, noticing the way he refused to look at me, and the red tinge staining his face. Then I looked down. Oh yeah, still naked. Oh shit, still naked. With a squeak I grabbed a pillow, using it to shield as much of my body as I could.
“I had heard some insects made their way down to the fourth level my Lady, I wished to express my deepest apologies that something of that kind would happen. And to promise my Lady that Shaltear will be duly punished for abandoning her post.”
I sighed, it was irritating to be attacked, but it had been decent practice at least. And it wasn’t bad enough for whatever punishment you thought Demiurge had put together.
“It’s alright Demi, it wasn’t that much bother.” I waved a hand tiredly. “They weren’t much more than practice dummies in the end.”
“Then allow me to accept punishment for seeing you like this Lady Riptide. Perhaps you should pluck out my eyes?” He was kneeling before the bed now, head bowed and hand over his chest.
“No! No, Demi. It’s fine! I should have checked who it was before asking you to come in, and even then, you came in because I told you to. If anything I should be apologising to you for seeing me in this state!”
Demiurge glanced up, his ears wiggling slightly and tail thumping against the floor as he looked at me once more. “Oh no my Lady! You are a most wondrous sight to behold, one the eyes of a mere servant aren’t fit to see.”
“I… I wouldn’t say that.” I murmured, clutching the pillow a little tighter to myself. “I, um, I wouldn’t punish you for seeing me…”
“I am honoured my Lady. If that is the case, would I be forgiven for asking a question?” He murmured, still not quite able to keep his eyes on me.
I nodded nervously, something about him kneeling there fully clothed while I was still sat here naked stirring a fire in my stomach. The effects of which I was almost sure he could smell, if the excitable thrashing of his tail was any indication.
“The item I saw on your bed earlier, that wouldn’t be-”
“So what if it was?” I gasped, cutting him off.
“Then I would be most honoured Lady Riptide, and I would happily offer my Lady my services should she ever be in need.” His ears were bright red, but he was finally looking at me, smirk fixed back on his lips.
I dropped the pillow in shock, my heart racing in my chest. “You would?! Do you understand what you’re saying?”
“Of course my Lady. Though if you are displeased by the thought…” He stood and turned towards the door, only to freeze when I called out to him.
My mind was racing almost as fast as my heart. Was it even ethical to ask this of him? I was technically his superior, but he had offered… And he looked so eager… “Then… then perhaps I might wish to make good on that offer. If you wish.”
“Nothing would please me more Lady Riptide. After all, I am your favourite, am I not?” His voice was practically a purr, one that went straight to the fire now building in my stomach.
“I… yes.” I breathed, leaning back on the bed as he prowled over me. “If you’re sure…”
“My Lady, I do not think I have been more sure of anything since I took over guardianship of the seventh floor.”
I sighed out a breath, leaning back slightly as I allowed him to crawl over my body. He paused over me, tail flicking behind him and head cocked as if asking for permission. My knees squeezed against his hips, neck stretching out almost involuntarily. “Please Demi.”
Demiurge almost purred, his head dipping to nip at my neck. I let out a breathy gasp, my body arching up into his. I could feel his claws running down my sides, reminding me once more just how naked I was compared to him. His tongue flicked over my gills, sending a strange ripple through my body as I clawed at his suit, trying to pull the offending layers from his body. Chuckling darkly Demiurge pressed himself up on his knees, stripping himself much more quickly than I ever would have been able to. I licked my lips as I watched his skin reveal itself, his body broader and more muscular than I would have imagined under all that material. My eyes widened as he caught me staring, his mouth pulling up into a wicked smirk, finally removing the last of his clothing and settling between my thighs.
“Now my lady, allow me to worship you.”
I didn’t get a chance to reply, not when his mouth was on me sending fire through my veins. My hips bucked up against his tongue, claws shredding the sheets beneath me as I writhed against his ministrations. I wanted to cant my head back and close my eyes to enjoy the sensation, but something about watching him made me unable to look away. He was watching me so intently, registering every twitch and gasp and repeating the motions that made it happen, I couldn’t not watch him. At least until my orgasm crashed over me, in a flood of electricity and a flutter of ripped cloth and feathers as I tore into the bed. I tried to call his name, wanting nothing more than to let him know how good he’d made me feel, but only gibberish came out, my brain fried by the pleasure coursing through me.
As I trembled with the aftershocks Demiurge lifted his head, his mouth glistening with the remnants of his feast.
“Now now My Lady, I hope you aren’t tired already. We’ve only just begun.” He grinned, crawling up my body to press his lips to mine, letting me taste myself on him - like fresh water and vegetation.
I purred against his lips, careful not to let my claws dig into his skin as I ran my hands down the expanse of his back, feeling the muscles tense and flex under my touch. I wrapped my legs around his back, pulling him into me.
“It’ll take more than that to tire me out Demi.” I chuckled against his neck, letting my sharp teeth scrape against his skin. “Do your best, hmm?”
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Late [Dabi x F!Reader]
A drabble based on an image I saw the other day, if I can ever remember where I'll link it.
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You paced up and down the street desperately trying to rub some warmth into your freezing hands. Your feet were a lost cause by now, you couldn't even feel your toes, which didn't exactly help when it came to navigating the icy surface. Cursing under your breath you checked your watch again. Fifteen minutes, you'd been out here fifteen minutes waiting in the sub-zero fucking cold and for what? Scowling you turned on your heel, ready to march your way back home and spend your evening wrapped in blankets and drinking wine in an effort to forget this mess.
“What's a pretty lady like you doing out here in the cold so late at night?” A deep voice purred at your back. “And all alone too?”
You stopped, glaring at the snow and ice beneath you. “My idiot boyfriend was supposed to meet me here fifteen minutes ago. As you can see, he's late so I'm leaving.”
“Sounds like a real loser doll, to leave someone as gorgeous as you waiting. Is he hot at least?”
“Not hot enough to get out of this without a very good explanation.” Finally you turned to face the man behind you, folding your arms across your chest with a frown. “So, Dabi, what is your very good explanation for leaving me waiting in the freezing cold for fifteen minutes?”
He grinned back, taking a step closer to you despite the glare you were throwing in his direction. “Had to lose a couple of very persistent fans on my way here, I figured you'd be even less impressed if our date got gatecrashed.”
“You couldn't have let me know? I think my toes are frozen off!”
Chuckling Dabi took another step forwards, wrapping you up in the furnace-like heat of his arms. “C'mon doll, let me take you home and warm you up.”
“But our date...” you protested weakly, letting him lead you away from the restaurant front.
“I promise it'll be way more fun that some fancy restaurant.”
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Night Before [Chuuya x Reader]
I tried to keep the reader gender neutral, but please let me know if you spot any errors. No triggers, but it is about Christmas rather than other seasonal celebrations. Also Chuuya is Chuuya haha
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“Why do you look like you've walked here in the snow?”
You stared up at your boyfriend, thankful the cold had left your face red enough to hide any additional embarassment from his searching gaze. “Um, well... my car wouldn't start?”
“You idiot. Get inside.” He stepped back away from the door and practically pulled you into the entranceway, “Why didn't you ask me to come and get you?”
You winced, keeping your gaze firmly fixed on your boots as you pulled them off. “I was worried something might happen to you on your bike. It's really icy out there.”
“Haaah? You really think a little ice can beat me?”
When you looked back up he was standing on the ceiling, not a single hair out of place, just to make a point. The show off. Noticing you were finally done with your shoes and coat he jumped down, ushering you into his apartment proper and settling you down in front of the fire, a fluffy blanket wrapped around you in no time.
“Wait! Your present Chu-”
He shut you up with a kiss, pulling the gift bag from your hands and settling down on the seat beside you. “You shut up and get warm, I can't look after you if you get sick. Besides, don't people normally give out presents on the 25th?”
“Well yes,” you chewed your bottom lip, “but I know you're busy tomorrow so I thought I could give it to you tonight.”
Chuuya chuckled, leaning over to press a kiss against your temple. “Thank you.”
He carefully slid the bottle out of the bag, examining the label with the kind of intensity that always made you a bit nervous. Chuuya knew about a lot of things, but he really knew about wine. It made it the perfect gift, but also meant it was far too easy to go wrong. Not that he'd tell you of course, but the idea still put you on edge. However he was smiling as he studied the bottle, just a small smile, but an honest one.
“This is perfect love, I'll go pour us a glass each.” He hummed, pressing another kiss against your head before disappearing off to gather glasses.
By the time you finally made it to bed half of the bottle had disappeared between you, leaving you a little tipsy and equally as confident. Settling on the edge of his silken sheets you carefully unbuttoned your top just enough to let the red ribbon holding everything together beneath show through.
“Would you like to unwrap the other half of your present?”
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Dirty & Clean [Strife x Reader]
Warnings: NSFW 18+, Sex in Public, Female Reader, Strife x Reader
“Clean water! Strife, look! Clean water!”
The horseman chuckled behind you, the sound vibrating through your back as he urged Mayhem forward. “I know kiddo, I can see just as well as you from up here.”
You tilted your head back, using your best pleading expression on him. “Can we stop? Please?”
He hummed thoughtfully before nodding. “Course kiddo. Guess you want to get cleaned up a bit yeah? Wash off some of those layers of grime and stink.”
You frowned, pouting a little, but nodded. You were, after all, covered in dirt, sweat, blood and who knows what else from endless days on the road and seemingly endless attacks. Apparently keeping clean in the apocalypse was nowhere near as easy as all the shows and movies had made it seem. Still, he didn’t have to point it out. Beneath you Mayhem snorted and shook his head, as if he too wanted to scold his rider as you made your way towards the lake.
When Mayhem finally came to a standstill you practically flung yourself from his saddle, throwing a quick thank you towards the horse as you raced to the waters edge. You skidded to a halt barely a foot from the water, suddenly tense as the overwhelming joy of finally being able to bathe gave way to the logical part of your mind.
“Um, Strife? Do you think it’s safe?”
Your horseman strolled up behind you, nonchalant as ever while his sharp eyes scanned the water. After a few moments he nodded. “Yeah, you’re good.”
You sighed in relief, slowly starting to peel off your hoodie, once more focused on the idea of being clean.
“Need any help getting your clothes off?” Strife’s low timbre rumbled in your ear.
Before you might have jumped, or smacked him, but you’d grown used to the gunslinger’s lack of personal space and flirtatious nature. And you would be lying if his words didn’t spark a flutter of something in your stomach, gods what you wouldn’t do for his flirting to be real.
“Why do I get the feeling my clothes would be even more ripped if I took you up on that offer?” You teased back. “Maybe you should focus on washing off your own stink.”
Strife looked surprised for a moment, golden eyes flaring behind his helm, before he burst into laughter. “This is why I like you. For the record though, I don’t stink.”
“Keep telling yourself that cowboy.” You laughed, shimmying your underwear down your hips and walking into the water, not daring to look back.
You thought you heard a sharp hiss of breath behind you, but any certainty in the sound was quickly drowned by the gentle splashing of water as you waded into the lake, watching as the clean water was slowly stained brown by the dirt being washed from your skin. Your clothes weren’t much better, though it was only after you’d soaked them in the water that you realised you didn’t have any spare. A problem for once you were clean, you decided, too engrossed in rubbing muck from your skin and rinsing out your hair to think too deeply on it. You hadn’t even realised Strife had followed you into the water until an arm wrapped around your waist, pulling the most undignified shriek from your lips as you flailed backwards.
“Hey now sweetheart, watch the goods.” Strife purred in your ear, pulling you back against the hard planes of his body as he straightened up again.
“Strife! What are you doi-” your question died on your lips as you tilted your head back to look at him.
Strife was naked, fully naked, even his helm had been left on the shore. You’d seen him without it before, but never so close, and the sight was mesmerising. His golden eyes were warm as he looked down at you, the sharp angles of his face and the gravity defying dark spikes of hair that frame it like something out of a work of art. You wanted so badly to turn around, to study the rest of his body and run your hands along the hard muscles you could feel against your back.
“Cat got your tongue?” He smirked, leaning down once more so his voice once again purred close to you. “Thought you might want a hand, y’know someone to get all those hard to reach areas.”
You couldn’t help the soft moan that left your lips as you nodded, one that only got louder as his arms shifted to rub at your back and sides. True to his word he helped you wash the places you couldn’t easily reach, nimble hands ghosting delicately over wounds and scars as he tended to you. Until eventually those hands started to wander, sliding over your ribs and brushing just beneath your breasts as he relished the soft whimper that slipped from your lips at his touch. You leaned back against him, tensing when you felt something hard pressing against your lower back. Strife immediately lifted his hands from your skin in response, freezing as if he feared he’d done something wrong. Without him holding you in place you were finally able to turn and look at him properly, barely keeping the drool in your mouth at the sight of his body. Tentatively you lifted a hand to run down the muscles of his chest and trace his abs, only stopping just before the base of his dick. You glanced back up at him shyly, as if asking for permission.
“Don’t stop there on my account.” He groaned.
“You want me?” You whispered, looking back down to hide your worry.
He caught your chin is his grip, forcing you to look back up at him. “Wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.” He grinned momentarily, before his expression dropped. “Real question is if you’ll let me. You know what I am-”
You didn’t let him finish, leaning up on your tiptoes to press your lips to his as your hand ghosted over his shaft. After a moment of shock Strife responded in kind, his tongue pressing past your lips as large hands came down to grip at your ass, his body grinding against you. You gasped against his mouth as his hand slipped between your thighs, fingers sliding through the slick he found there despite the water’s best attempts to wash it away. Strife pulled back slightly, groaning against your shoulder as he slipped a finger inside you.
“Fuck, sweetheart, this for me?”
You whimpered in response, rocking against his hand as he played with you. “Yes! Yes, Strife, yes.”
He cursed under his breath, using words you didn’t understand but knew to be the Nephilim tongue, before lifting you in his arms. He manhandled you with such ease you might as well weigh nothing, positioning you over him.
“If you don’t want this you better tell me now, I don’t know if I could stop once I’m finally inside you.”
You shook your head. “I want you Strife. But, someone could see us.”
Strife didn’t say anything in response, slowly lowering you down onto him with a deep moan. One you couldn’t help but echo as he stretched you, leaving a pleasurable burn behind in his wake. Your hands dug into his shoulders, nails leaving crescent marks in his skin. When he was finally seated to the hilt inside you he stopped, pressing his forehead against yours and taking deep breaths while he waited for you to adjust to his size.
“Fuck.” He breathed. “So tight, like you were made for me.”
You whined his name, eyes darting around to the shore surrounding you.
“There’s no one there to see us sweetheart.” He reassured you. “Even if there was, you shouldn’t care. Fuck, I’d take you in front of the Charred Council if I could, show them how beautiful you are, how well you take me. You like that idea hmm? I can feel you clenching around me, I knew you were perfect. Mine.”
“Strife.” You whimpered again. “Move. Please.”
With that cocky grin once more in place he obliged, strong arms holding your hips in the air as he pulled back and thrust into you once more. You could do little but hold on to him as he took you, your moans and his filling the air around you. His cock brushed against all the most sensitive parts of you, pulling you towards the edge all to soon, his name a broken cry on your lips as you came around him. Strife groaned, filthy words mingling with praises as he held you closer. Still he didn’t stop, pushing you to the edge again and again, until your voice was hoarse and his name was all you could say. You lost count of how many orgasms had ripped through your body by the time he stiffened, his grip on your skin bruising as his thrusts become jerky and irregular. Your name in his voice sounded like a prayer when he stilled, spilling himself inside you.
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Why Wouldn’t I?
I’m not dead. And I bring you ~3500 words of Eddie x f!reader omegaverse smut. I’m not even the slightest bit sorry.
WARNINGS: female reader, omegaverse/abo dynamics, heat cycles (possible dubcon), PIV sex.
“So, what’s all the commotion about?” Eddie asked, taking his usual place at the table.
Gareth hummed, nodding his head toward the jocks clustered around their table. “You mean those guys? There’s a new student, rumour is they’re an omega.”
Eddie perked up a little. “Oh? Tell me more.”
Jeff sighed. “I think I know who it is, walked past the Principal’s office earlier and there was some girl in there I’d never seen before.”
“That would explain why the meatheads are all up in arms over it.” Gareth sighed.
“Still, pretty weird to be moving this late into the year. And they’re probably a Junior if they’ve presented,” Eddie mused “could be a good story there…”
“Some of the people in my year have started presenting, they could be a Sophomore!” Jeff protested.
“Man, I am not looking forward to next year.” Gareth groaned, burying his head in his arms.
“Enjoy your freedom while you have it my friend, from here on out it’s all secondary gender cliques and hormones.” Eddie chuckled.
“Well, at least you’re used to the cliques already.” Jeff laughed, slapping him on the back.
“Just gotta make it through this year and I’m out of here.” Eddie sighed.
“Sure you do, we’ve all seen your grades. But look at it this way, it means an extra year with the new omega.”
“And us!”
The air in the cafeteria shifted all of a sudden, followed by the creak of the door opening. Eddie watched with feigned disinterest as the new student walked in, she didn’t look like an omega, she wasn’t skittish like the ones in his year had been when they presented. If he couldn’t smell her he’d have pegged her for a beta. Maybe she’d be more fun than any of the others, she didn’t seem like the type to only look for a strong alpha to defend her. His hopes faltered a little as she stepped towards the jocks table, where they were posing and throwing comments her way, though her smile looked a lot more like a snarl than he was expecting.
Tommy Hagan, apparently fancying his chances, took a step towards her. Instead of swooning over him, she slapped away his hand and stalked off.
Eddie grinned. “Y’know, repeating senior year might not be so bad.”
You paused just outside the cafeteria door. You could practically feel the testosterone seeping through the wood, the scent of alphas trying to posture was sickening. You didn’t hate being an omega, truthfully you hadn’t given it much thought, but times like this you would almost be tempted to. Bracing yourself you pushed through the door, wrinkling your nose at the smell that assaulted your nostrils as you did.
“Steve didn’t tell us she was a looker” “come on pretty omega, we’ll take care of you” “come sit with us baby”
The calls coming from the table of alphas started almost immediately, typical. Rolling your eyes you started to walk past them, looking for a quiet place to take a seat. You even flashed a snarl their way for good measure as they continued to call out to you. Clearly one of them really didn’t get the message, pushing himself to his feet and walking towards you.
“Come on little omega, be a good girl and come sit with us. We’ll treat you right, won’t we guys?” He reached out a hand towards you, looking to grab onto your arm and pull you to the table.
You snarled and smacked his hand away before it could connect, baring your teeth at him. “Don’t. Touch. Me.”
You stalked off, trying to block out the sound of their insults as you looked for somewhere to go. On your way you scented another alpha and you turned to look in the direction of the smell, this one wasn’t posturing or calling out to you, though he was still watching. Relieved you smiled at him, heart fluttering in your chest when he flashed a bright smile back in your direction. Swallowing down your instincts to go to him you kept walking, finally settling on a quiet table at the far end of the room.
For the first week Eddie was content with just watching you. Smiling back every time you shot a smile his way, and doing his best to ignore the jibes his fellow D&D players threw his way.
Dan, one of his fellow seniors, elbowed him hard in the side one day, after he was busy spacing out over you reading a book for way too long.
“You know, you could just go and talk to her. Instead of staring at her like some kind of stalker.” He laughed, shaking his head.
“You saw how she reacted to Tommy the first day, something tells me she’s not fond of alphas coming up to her.” He groaned.
“I’m pretty sure she just wasn’t fond of Tommy.” Dan sighed. “But if you’re that worried, I have an idea.”
Eddie glanced at him, frowning slightly. “Oh no, no you don’t.”
Dan just nodded at Gareth, grabbing hold of Eddie’s arm and tugging him back into his seat as the younger boy darted across the cafeteria towards you. Eddie tried to shout after him, but the words were muffled by hands across his mouth. Instead, he had to watch in horror as Gareth reached you, gesturing towards their table with a dopey grin. He watched as you laughed, oh god, you were laughing at him. But then you stood up, and you were walking towards them. If the others hadn’t been holding him in place Eddie was pretty sure he would have dived under the table to hide. Instead he watched with mounting horror as you approached, still smiling, and took a seat at their table. He was so caught up in his terror that he didn’t even hear the jibes and insults being hurled at you as you sat down. For a moment all his senses were just filled with omega and the sight of you smiling back at him.
“You know, you could have asked me yourself. I don’t bite.” You chuckled, eyes still on him.
“I uh..” Eddie ran his hand through his hair nervously, “Uh… I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
You tilted your head, considering him carefully. “Because you’re a ‘freak’-” you made little air quotes with your fingers “-or because you’re an alpha?”
“Well…” Eddie glanced at the others for support, only to find them grinning at him, “you didn’t seem too fond of Tommy.”
You laughed, shaking your head. “Was that his name? I don’t like being manhandled by strangers, especially strangers like that. But you’re alright, unless this is some scheme?”
“N-no! You just, well…”
“You looked lonely sat there all by yourself, though Gar probably should have warned you that sitting with us isn’t going to win you any popularity points with the rest of them.” Dan cut in, finally taking pity on their DM.
You waved him off with a shake of your hand. “If I’d wanted to join any of their little groups I’d have tried it by now.”
“So-” Ted, the other senior in their little group, cut in “do you play D&D?”
“No. But I’d like to, if you’re willing to take a complete newbie?”
Finally Eddie was smiling again, nodding happily as he launched into an explanation of the game and when their party met up. Even offering to help you set up a character if you didn’t mind coming over early.
Things continued that way the rest of the week. Eddie was still a little awkward around you, at least until you got him onto the topic of D&D or music, but the rest of the group accepted you happily. Even teasing you about your ‘mothering’ of Gareth, the assigned baby of the group. The first D&D session you joined really cemented your place in their little gang of ‘freaks’. Eddie had been so nervous in your presence while he explained the rules, helping you put together a half-elf thief that would fit nicely in their little group of warriors and wizards, that you almost felt guilty for forcing your presence on him like this. But when the game started you soon forgot all that. Eddie really came alive in the role of Dungeon Master, every word well crafted and his movements graceful and wild. The story came alive with him, his voice changing to suit the role of whomever he was playing, smile at once wicked and joyful. You couldn’t help the quiet purr you let out watching him, though you blushed furiously when he shot you a surprised glance. Thrilled by your first game you vowed to join them for as long as they’d have you, staying behind to help tidy up. Just as Eddie was packing away the last of his things and you were preparing for the long walk home he turned to you.
“Hey, do you need a lift? It’s, well, I’m sure you’re fine but it’s dangerous walking around after dark.” The words came out as a jumble, his hand running through his air anxiously as he tried to look anywhere but at your face.
“If it’s not too far out of your way? I heard there were some disappearances so I’ve got this spray, but I’d feel safer with you.” You cursed yourself for how omega you sounded, you were supposed to be stronger than this. But the stories of people vanishing not long before you’d moved here really did make you nervous.
“Yeah, it’s no problem. Wayne doesn’t much care what time I get back as long as I’m not in trouble. Hell, he’d probably congratulate me,” his cheeks flushed slightly, fingers absentminded fiddling with his rings, “so, where’s home?”
“Um, do you know the Forest Hills Trailer Park?” You mumbled, now your turn to be embarrassed. “If it’s too far out of your way that’s okay.”
“No way! That’s where Wayne’s trailer is too, how did I not know you’d moved in?” He was bouncing on the balls of his feet now, energetically happy once again. “This way my lady, your chariot awaits!”
Giggling to yourself you followed after him, happily singing along with him to his music as he drove you back to the trailer park. Pulling up outside his place he gestured towards the trailer.
“My humble abode. Can you get back from here?”
You nodded, pointing towards the row of trailers opposite. “Yeah, I’m just past that row there.”
Eddie opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but shook his head when you paused. You waited patiently, tilting your head slightly as you waited for him to continue.
“Um, I was just thinking… you don’t have to, but if you ever get bored you could, i don’t know, come hang out?”
You gifted him with the brightest smile he’d ever seen, eyes practically sparkling and a soft purr rumbling in your throat. “I’d like that. I’ll see you around Munson.”
Eddie sat and watched you leave, taking a few deep breaths to steady himself after you disappeared into the darkness before leaving his van. That night his dreams were full of a tough little omega with a shining smile.
The year went on and all too soon it was graduation, and the members of the Hellfire Club were thoroughly tired of you and Eddie dancing around each other. With Eddie failing to graduate this year the younger members found themselves begging the graduating two to do something about it. The something being Ted and Dan dragging Eddie off to tell him to do something, while he protested that omegas don’t like him.
“This one does, clearly.” Dan hissed, “she wouldn’t have hung around you for a whole year if she didn’t.”
“Come on man, girls don’t like me, no one likes me. I’m Eddie the Freak remember?”
Ted smacked him on the back of the head. “Stop being dense. We’ve all heard her purring at you.”
“But…”
“No buts! If you two aren’t together by this time next year I’m officially telling everyone you cried while watching-”
“Fine! Fine! But I’m telling you, she isn’t interested.”
Dan laughed, patting his friend on the back. “Sure dude, and I’m not graduating today. Just remember what I said, I don’t back down from promises.”
Eddie winced but nodded, glancing back towards the mass of students in their graduation robes. “Come on, we should get back.”
If anyone noticed how you made a beeline right to Eddie’s side they didn’t mention it, though he caught more than a couple of knowing looks thrown his way by the rest of the gang.
Senior year, it turned out, wasn’t all that different from Junior year. The classes were the same, though with more mention of exams than before, the Hellfire Club still ran their campaigns, though now on the lookout for new members, and Hawkins, it seemed, rarely changed. The only real difference were the additional health classes on secondary genders, this time focusing on heats and ruts. They didn’t usually start until after 18, but much in the same way some people presented early or late, the heats and ruts could hit soon. Heats first, they triggered all on their own, whereas an alpha’s first rut was usually triggered by an omega in heat. You grimaced, great, this could blindside you at any time. At least the school nurse kept a supply of suppressants on hand. You left that particular class praying you were one of the late bloomers.
You wouldn’t be so lucky.
A few weeks past your 18th birthday, you awoke in an empty trailer to a burning fever. You tried to ignore it, writing it off as illness brought on by the changing of the weather. You could skip school, it wouldn’t be the first time, you thought as you curled up in your bed again.
Barely an hour later you were rudely awoken by the cramps starting. You cursed into the bedding, belatedly noticing you’d formed a nest around you in your sleep.
“No. No. This can’t be happening.” You whined, curling into a ball and feeling the wetness start to slide down your legs.
The feeling was almost unbearable. Being around Eddie made your chest flutter and sometimes something clench low in your stomach but this, this was everything turned up way past eleven. You whimpered, trying to resist the urge to move your hand down between your legs to lessen the ache. You could sleep through this, you told yourself, wake up and find it was all just a horrible nightmare.
“Hey, you coming to school?”
Your head snapped up at the sound of Eddie outside your trailer. You couldn’t let him see you like this, scared of what he might think of you.
“I can’t, m’sick.” You called back, barely biting back a whimper.
“You need anything?”
You grit your teeth against a fresh wave of cramps, thankful that the trailer was at least keeping your scent from leaking out. This time you couldn’t keep the whimpering at bay, the pain stabbing at your insides.
“I’m coming in.” He called, and you heard him fiddling with the lock on the door.
“No. No, you can’t!” But it was too late, there was the familiar sound of the door clicking and the creaking of the hinges as it opened.
You could sense him as soon as he stepped inside, all of your instincts screaming ‘alpha’ and begging you to go with him. Instead you curled up tighter in your makeshift nest, biting back the whimpers and mewls that tried to force themselves past your lips. He’d only got a few steps inside before he sniffed the air, and you heard the door slam hard behind him. You breathed a sigh of relief, thinking he’d left, only to hear footsteps coming closer to you again.
“Is this…?”
You whimpered again, nodding your head. “It hurts Eddie.”
He crouched beside the bed and you cracked your eyes open to look at him, already flushed and breathing heavy just from being stuck with you for a few moments.
“I could… I mean, um, I could help? We’re supposed to be able to…”
You blinked at him, wide eyed and struck silent by your surprise. Eddie took your silence as rejection, his eyes dropping to the floor as he ran a hand through his hair.
“Ah no, of course you wouldn’t want… I shouldn’t have asked.”
As he started to back away you reached out, grabbing for his jacket. “Please, please stay.”
He stared down, equally as shocked by your behaviour as you were, his other hand coming up to rest over yours. “You want me?”
“If you’re okay with someone like me. A -ah shit!-” you whimpered, dropping his arm and clutching your stomach.
Slowly he crawled into your nest, wrapping his body around yours and rumbling a purr against your shoulder. You whined, baring your neck and pressing back against him, the sound of his groan echoing in your ears.
“Are… fuck you smell so good… are you sure?” He asked, voice sounding strained with the effort of holding back.
“Yes, please please Eddie. Alpha.”
He groaned again, his hips bucking against you and pressing his erection into your back. You whimpered again, trying to spread your legs for him but finding them trapped between his own. He hummed, nuzzling against your neck and breathing in your scent for a moment before turning you in his arms, until you were staring wide eyed back at him. He bent his face towards yours, lips hovering just above your own as if asking for permission. In answer you craned your neck forwards, pressing your lips against his insistently. Eddie rumbled in approval, hands coming up to twist in your hair as his tongue pressed into your mouth. You whimpered, rocking your hips against his in a desperate attempt to get some relief.
Eddie growled, pulling back on your hair. “Ah, be a good girl and let me prepare you.”
You watched, wide eyed and shocked as he pushed you onto your back and slowly crawled down between your legs.
“Have you, um, this before?” you whispered, unsure why the thought made your heart squeeze painfully.
He glanced up from his position between your thighs, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. “Ah no, but I might have read some stuff.”
You nodded nervously, watching as he slowly pulled your shorts down your legs, throwing an arm across your face in embarrassment as he started at you in wonder. When his fingers trailed up the inside of your thigh you squeaked, hips instinctively rocking up towards him.
“So wet. This all for me princess?” He purred, his words sending sparks right to your most sensitive areas.
When his tongue lapped against your slit you swore you saw stars, head falling back against the bed as his mouth worked on you. You could feel your body tensing, muscles trembling with some unseen force. When he finally slipped a finger inside you you cried out, hips arching up towards him, simultaneously begging for more and whimpering from all the stimulation. You lost track of what happened after that, you only knew the electric sensation that rippled through your body. When you came back to reality Eddie was no longer between your thighs, instead lying next to you and palming himself through his boxers.
“You back with me princess?” He chuckled, gently running a hand up and down your side.
“What… what was that?” you panted, trying not to stare at the bulge in his pants.
“That was me warming you up.” He grinned, eyes still dark with lust. “Now, my lady, are you sure you want this?”
You whimpered, nodding feverishly, and trying to move towards him.
Eddie stopped you with a hand on your chest, pressing you back down into the mattress. “I need you to say it princess. Come on.”
“Please Eddie, need you, wanted you so long.”
It was those four words that broke him, near ordering you to take your top off while he feverishly shucked off his clothes.You almost drooled when you finally saw him, eyes tracing across his tattoos down to the thick cock that stood between his legs, already glistening even in the dim light of the trailer.
“So big,” you breathed, barely even realising you’d said it out loud.
Eddie grinned at you sheepishly, before crawling over you, caging your head between his arms. Resting his weight on one forearm he lined himself up with your entrance, carefully pressing into you. The slow pace was torturous for both of you, but he was determined not to let it hurt, even while you whined and begged for him. Finally he bottomed out, pressing his forehead against yours as he paused for you to adjust (and, in truth, to calm himself down). It was only when you started wriggling against him that he began to move. He tried to go slowly, he really did, but your scent was getting to him and soon his instincts took over, pounding into you as you keened and begged for more. It wasn’t long before a second orgasm ripped through you and it took all he had not to come right there, as you clenched around him, seeming to try and milk him dry then and there. With a pained sound he pulled out of you, chest clenching when you nearly sobbed from the loss. He groaned, burying his face in your neck as he rocked against you, seeking the last bit of friction he needed. As he came, spurting across your stomach, his teeth latched into your neck, marking you as his.
Afterwards he lay panting beside you, turning his head slightly as you gently pressed your fingers against the mark on your neck.
“Shit. I’m so… I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry.” He mumbled, giving you what could only be described as sad puppy eyes.
“No. No, it’s fine. I like it.” You murmured, still touching the mark.
“You do?”
You turned your eyes towards him, surprised by the shock you saw there. Eddie was staring at you as if you’d made some great revelation.
“You mean that?” His voice was barely above a whisper.
You blinked back at him. “Why wouldn’t I?”
Grinning, he threw his arms around you, burying his face back into your neck and nuzzling against the mark he’d left there.
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Hello. I am trying to write again.
I was also thinking of reviving Undercaffinated.. or maybe starting a new SMAU so... help?
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1. You're being dumb again
- Yukie gets mean when she gets hungry, luckily the girls are all fully aware of this and don't hold it against her
- the guy Kageyama got in a fistfight with was of course Hinata
- y/n is the biggest Halloween nerd in the group, the annual Haunts are like Christmas for her
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In Your Colours
Kuroo x f!reader. (no physical features mentioned, but feminine pronouns and terms used)
Soulmarks AU (Soulmarks appear when you touch someone who will have a strong bond with you, platonic as well as romantic. You can’t tell which it is when the mark appears, sometimes the meaning changes, marks can fade etc.)
You were 5 when you first met Ushijima. Your first soul mark, a purple flower on your inner arm where he’d pulled you up from the ground. It was unusual, they don’t usually occur within families except in exceptional cases, but your mother and “auntie” are pleased the two of you will get along so well. He tried to teach you volleyball. You sucked.
You were 13 when the accident happened and you moved in with your cousin, no other family left. Your piano filled future over, left hand broken so badly that even after healing it never moved the same way again.
You were 15 when you met Tendou. Reading manga in the corner of a classroom. You weren't afraid of him like other people, you talked manga and volleyball. He left a red question mark on your wrist where he’d pulled you along to look at his manga collection and you soon found yourself hoping that he was your true soulmate.
You started hanging around the volleyball club after school on days your club finished early or wasn't on, waiting for Toshi to walk home with you after some incidents with other kids.
You were 16 when they named you honorary assistant manager. Your club had been cancelled and you had been helping set up and distribute towels and water for weeks. You finally felt at home at school.
You were 16 when your heart was broken for the first time. You know Tendou and your cousin got along really well, thought their marks were those of close friendship, but then you walked in on Wakatoshi pushing Tendou up against the wall of the club room, their lips pressed together. You felt your heart shatter, but the mark didn’t fade, you were still best friends after all.
You were 17 when Semi decided he liked you. You had a few more titles by then, Tendou wrangler, Ushijima whisperer (the 2nd, Tendou insisted on being the first), mini mother and catch champion. It had been "face catch champion" for a while, but after one of Ushijimas stray balls nearly broke your nose you had swiftly improved your catching technique. It was practically a sixth sense now, the day you'd managed to block one with your hand without looking up from your issue of Shonen Jump applause had broken out. It was entirely luck but you weren't planning to tell them that. Semi didn’t leave a mark on you, but he was handsome and kind and wound up Tendou in the funniest ways. He didn’t comment when he caught you staring at the red haired middle blocker and you didn’t mention the way his eyes drifted to the vice captain (and on occasion their other setter). It might not have been an ideal relationship, but it was a balm that soothed your raw edges, for both of you you hoped. And he let you play keyboard while he played bass in his free time (you expected it to hurt more, that your playing was nowhere near the level it used to be with your scarred hand and lack of practice, but it felt good to play again and apparently you were still good enough to surprise Semi which was… nice.)
You were 17 the first time you really saw the two men who would change your life too. It was a volleyball camp of sorts, you were watching the team when you saw them. You thought you vaguely recognised the silver and black hair, probably from other matches you'd seen, but this was the first time you truly paid attention.
"Who are those two?" You called to a nearby person.
"Bokuto and Kuroo, Furukodani and Nekoma captains. Why?"
You grinned, burning the names into your memory. "No reason, just thought I recognised them."
The other manager didn't look convinced but waved it off, leaving you to watch the players (and definitely not stare at the two captains while debating with yourself whether it was worth trying to exchange numbers with them. Did they even like girls? They seemed close, were they dating or just friends?). An alarmed shout of your name caught your attention, whirling towards the sound of your cousin's voice to see the ball flying towards you. Caught off guard and already a bit off balance, you slipped off the bench, landing on your back on the floor with the volleyball between your hands.
"Got it!" You yelled, dissolving into hysterical giggles.
Semi was the first to your side, staring down at you as if you'd completely lost your mind. Perhaps you had. But shock tended to make you laugh, so it wasn't all your fault. Tendou arrived soon after with a sigh of "SemiSemi you're useless" as he took the ball from you and passed it over before wrapping an arm around you and hauling you to your feet.
"Y/N are you okay?" Toshi was there, stoic as ever despite the worry that flickered in his eyes.
"I thought you'd stopped trying to break my nose Toshi?" You gave him a weak smile. "I'll be okay, just hurt my hands. And my pride."
You glanced over to where the two captains had been, only to find them gone. Something in your heart sank as you realised it, and your face flushed at the idea you'd made a fool of yourself in front of them.
"We will take you to the medic to get checked over. Your hands are…"
He didn't need to finish, after they found out about the accident everyone worried about how fragile your hands were.
You were 18 when fate decided you should meet again. When Kuroo left a red mark the shape of an atom on your left shoulderblade, the familiar heat appearing as he tapped you to get your attention during a chemistry lab (one that you were struggling with, you had declared organic synthesis was your mortal enemy three weeks into the first semester).
“Hey, aren’t you the girl Ushijima knocked out with a stray serve last summer?”
You turn and narrow your eyes at him. “I caught it, Toshi hasn’t knocked me out with a serve for years. You must have been distracted by the owl, it was very impressive.”
He barks out a frankly horrific hyena laugh and shakes his head. “I must have been, I could have sworn we saw you tumble backwards off the bench.”
Your cheeks flush at that. “I still caught it.” It comes out a little petulant but you couldn’t care less. “And if you’re going to insult my catching abilities the least you could do is help me with this stupid reaction.”
He’s still grinning that stupid sly grin, but he does help. And he keeps helping, the two of you work well together, he’s good at the synthesis while you have titres and analysis down to a fine art. You swear you see his whole face light up in delight the first time you laugh at one of his terrible science jokes, throwing one back at him without missing a beat, and you wonder for the second time in your life if maybe this soulmark is the one. There would be worse soulmates out there than Kuroo Tetsuro you reason.
You’re 19 when you move in with Kuroo and his housemates, your own too much for you to deal with and he’s heard enough of your complaints to side with you. It’s nice, purely platonic, but nice. Kenma is quiet and Daichi does an excellent job of keeping you all in line. Still, Kuroo flirts and you allow yourself to sink into the feeling that it could be more, how much you want it to be more. His dorky science jokes still made you laugh, but the laughter was accompanied by a fluttering in your chest.
You’re 20 the first time your cousin comes to visit you at uni, his hectic schedule in the pro leagues finally easing enough to allow him to visit. He brings Tendou and for the first time it doesn’t hurt at all. He approves of your housemates, recognising more than a few from competitions back in high school. His smile is genuine as he tells you how happy he is to see you smiling again. Temdou nods happily beside him, all the while throwing all kinds of questions at Kuroo. Still, they both seem satisfied when they leave, and Kuroo looks almost as proud as you’ve ever seen him.
You’re 21, waiting for your graduation ceremony, when you finally meet Kuroo’s partner in crime in person. You’ve spoken to him often over video chats when you’ve been in the room with Kuroo, but in person Bokuto really is something else. All energy and smiles. He doesn’t leave his mark on you, but all the same by the time the ceremony and afterparty held back at the house are over you’re firm friends and co-conspirators. You don’t realise at the time just how important Bokuto’s support will be in your life, but you’re glad to have it nonetheless.
You’re 25 and standing at the altar, trying to hold back your tears of joy as Kuroo Tetsuro repeats his vows. Heart fluttering in your chest as you think of how much things had changed since his confession weeks after graduation. In the audience you can see Tendou crying, Toshi sat beside him looking misty-eyed as your aunt clutches her tissues in her hand. Kenma sits as far away from the somehow smiling and sobbing Bokuto as possible, though his lips are turned up at the corners despite his attempts to seem unmoved. Your other former housemates are there as well, and you’re pretty sure half of the high school volleyball teams in Miyagi and Tokyo have tried to squeeze in there somewhere. When your lips finally meet Tetsuro’s for the first time as husband and wife you’re pretty sure the cheers from the room could be heard across Japan. Warmth bubbles up inside you as your heart finally feels complete.
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Little Master
Cu Alter x F!Reader
Warnings: Smut 18+, Size Kink, Sex in Public (kind of), Biting
“Don’t be foolish.”
You sighed, sinking back down off your tiptoes, only to blush as you felt your Beserker lean over you. He was so much bigger than you, taller by a long way, but broader too. All muscle and strength. Part of you started to wonder if everything about him was bigger… you shook your head, trying to chase those thoughts away just as he pulled back, holding the book you’d been straining for in his clawed hand.
“Th-thank you.” You murmur, taking the book from him.
“I am your servant, I’m here to be used. You should use me.” He rumbles, caging you in against the wall, at least until he notices the hitch in your breath and the heat burning from your skin. “You like that hmm, little Master?”
He’s more like the other Cu’s in this moment than he’s ever been, his smirk both feral and playful.
“I… I didn’t say anything.”
He grins more at this, eyes flashing like a predators. “I can hear your heart racing from here.”
He leaned just a little closer, those sharp teeth so close to your throat, you couldn’t help the breathy sound that escaped you. Your sigh sparked a rumble in his chest, claws digging into your arm as he pulled you around the corner, pressing you back into the darkest space he could find.
“You want to use me Master?”
You didn’t know how someone could make a simple word sound so sinful, too caught up in the sound of his voice to realise you’d let a quiet whine escape your lips. He chuckled, deep and dangerous, his body pressing against yours. He had to bend down to speak to you, but he didn’t seem to mind.
“Go on Master. Tell me what you want.”
Your breath hitched, face burning with shame. He knew what you wanted, he wouldn’t have you cornered here in the darkest section of the library if he didn’t. You tried to ang;e your hips against his own, but he merely tutted and shook his head. He wasn’t going to give you what you wanted unless you told him. Despite all your pouting and doe eyes he held firm, waiting patiently for you to speak.
“You. I want you.” You whispered, not daring to look up at him.
“And what do you want me to do?” He purred in your ear, sounding altogether too smug.
That got your attention, your head snapping up and your eyes narrowing in a mixture of frustration and embarrassment. “Cu!”
He chuckled, clawed hands digging into your thighs as he hoisted you up against a sturdy shelf, slotting his body into the space between your thighs and preening at the desperate mewl you gave when you had to stretch to fit him. His hips rutted against yours, watching as your face contorted with pleasure.
“You sure you can take me, little Master?”
You nodded feverishly, already desperate for him, whimpering as he balanced your weight in one large hand. The other slipping between your legs to shred your underwear, brushing the backs of his fingers through the slick gathered there.
“Please.”
With a rumbling growl he freed himself from the tight pants he wore, and you found yourself almost drooling at the sight. He was big, bigger than even you expected, and you watched, entranced as he pushed himself against your entrance. He pushed in slowly, drinking in your whimpers and whines as he did.
“So big. Gods, I’m so full.”
Cu growled, pressing his face against your shoulder. “You’re so tight. Stop wriggling.”
“I can’t! Feels so good!”
You pressed your hips against his, trying to push him deeper. With a snarl Cu thrust into you hard, one hand pressed tight against your mouth to stifle your scream. You felt like he was splitting you in two, but it felt so good at the same time. His sharp teeth grazed your neck, threatening to sink into the flesh with each thrust. You threw a hand over your own mouth to muffle your keens and whines, biting into the flesh as your body started to quiver around him. Cu groaned, his teeth sinking deep into the skin between your shoulder and neck, lapping up the blood as he pulsed inside you.
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Still not dead. Still writing dumbass stuff that came to me in a dream and made me happy. Still not sorry.
2.7k words of not quite fluff, featuring Dabi, Shigaraki and Hawks.
Semi-AU (I’ll drop an explaination in comments), female reader, canon-typical mentions of violence, some swearing, suggestive comments (no smut), vague ptsd type symptoms/mentions, polycule
You awoke to the sound of whimpering. It was far from the first time this had happened, and you knew it wouldn’t be the last. Humming softly you pulled the body next to you into a tighter embrace, pressing a kiss against the top of his head.
“It’s okay, you’re safe.” You hummed. “C’mon Tomura, you’re here with me.”
‘Just me’ you thought grumpily, the third member of your little polycule was conspicuously absent. Not that he was particularly good at comforting anyone, that job had always fallen to you, but the nightmares seemed to happen less often when he was here too. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust him, both of you would trust him with your lives, and he made sure to tell you both where he’d be… it was just that things didn’t feel quite right without him there any more.
”No… no, no, please…”
You frowned, gently jostling his shoulder. “Wake up Tomura. I’m here.”
“Hnn,” his eyes fluttered, slowly opening and blinking blearily up at you, “was I… I mean, did I wake you up?”
“It’s okay,” you murmured, “I didn’t want to leave you like that.”
Tomura said nothing, instead burying his face into your neck with a huff. Despite what anyone might think of him now, Tomura had always been the softest in your little group. Tenko, as he’d been known back then, had been a little too gentle and kind for his own good. He cried more than the other kids, be it over his past, the things they were forced to do, or the injuries he sustained, and the ‘agents’ had always come down extra hard on him because of it. Perhaps that was what had made him who he was now, the memories of the past forcing him to build up the indifferent sadistic facade he showed to the world. Smiling softly to yourself, you pressed your lips to the top of his head once more, hands rubbing soothing circles against the skin of his back.
A muffled voice vibrated against the skin of your neck, sending shivers skittering across your skin. “He’s still not back?”
“Not yet, he did say he’d be gone for a few days. I’m sure he’s fine Tomura.”
Tomura huffed in response. “I’m not worried about him, if he gets hurt it’s his own idiot fault. I’m just tired of the bed feeling cold is all.”
“Well, if you need warming up I could always help.”
When Dabi finally returned you had seated yourself on top of the bar, watching Tomura game on the console propped against your thigh. You looked up as soon as the door opened, eyes narrowing as you spotted your dark haired paramour. You shifted slightly, nudging Tomura as best you could without jostling his game too much.
“Look who’s back,” you huffed, eyes sliding from Dabi’s face to the blonde haired man behind him, “so, this is what you were doing while our bed was getting cold?”
You watched as the man behind him’s face shifted from a smile, through shock, into embarrassed discomfort. Beside you you felt Tomura look up, hearing his rasp of laughter at the smirk on your face.
“Ignore her Birdie.” Dabi grumbled, his bright blue stare fixed on you. “You’ve been spending too much time with that bastard, I thought you were supposed to be the nice one around here.”
“And who’s fault is it that I’ve been spending so much time with Tomura hmm?” Your smile softened slightly, though you shot one last hard stare in the direction of the blonde. “You’ve got a lot of making up to do Dabi. It’s not fair he got to have you all this time and we barely even saw your face.”
“You’re such a brat.” He rolled his eyes, but still gestured for you to come closer. Your smile transformed into a pleased smirk as you hopped down from the counter and headed over to him, leaning up so he could press a soft kiss to your lips. “I’ll be making you pay for that later, brat.”
You hummed happily, stepping past him to look more closely at the man with him. You glanced back over your shoulder at the bar, almost as if you were asking permission from the ‘boss’. Tomura had been watching the whole thing with a look of soft amusement and dipped his head ever so slightly. Flashing him a quick grin, you turned back to the newcomer, eyes narrowed as you looked over his face. Something about him sparked a sense of recognition in you and you focused in on the black rimmed eyes and red feathers.
“You look familiar…”
“I am the number two pro hero birdie, you’ve probably seen my face-”
You huffed, holding up a hand to stop him. “You don’t get to call me pet names right now. And it’s not that, it’s… Keigo?!”
The winged hero squawked, actually squawked, taking a few steps back in a cloud of red feathers. “How did… that name… Dabi!”
“Wasn’t him feathers, we were all there. I’m not surprised you don’t remember us though, we hadn’t seen you for a long time even before we got out of there. You were too ‘good’ to be allowed to mingle with us troublemakers, our bad habits might rub off on you or some bullshit,” your lips curled up in a humourless little smirk, “if they could see you now eh?”
“Wait. You’re the little thief kid?” You whirled to see Tomura on his feet, gaping at the three of you. “This better not be why you were so keen to have him Dabi. I know you-”
“Fuck off.”
You laughed brightly, shaking your head. “C’mon Staples, you know the rules, you knew this would happen eventually.”
“Don’t think you’re getting away with this.” He growled, reaching out towards you only for you to dart safely away from his grip. “Couldn’t keep your mouth shut?”
“Alright kids, time to move it out of the bar.”
Tomura and Dabi both grumbled, turning to face the ‘adult’ in the room. You kept your eyes trained on Keigo for a little longer, taking in the surprise on his face and watching for any potential signs of attack. But the winged hero just ruffled his feathers and huffed.
“Kurogiri, didn’t know you were here.” His voice was strained but he seemed to be at ease at least.
“Actually, it’s Shirakumo now. Always was really.” The man grinned, ruffling a hand through his now-dark hair. “I’m surprised you didn’t figure I would be though, I’m sure I’m all over your wanted lists. Probably looking a bit less human though.”
Keigo at least had the decency to look a little ashamed at that, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.
Shirakumo just grinned brightly, shrugging it off. “Anyway, into the back room with you.”
The men headed towards the back, lead by Tomura, while you stayed behind to watch their backs just in case. You smiled up at the older man, stepping a little closer and resting a hand over his.
“You sure you’re okay with this?” You asked softly.
“Yeah, don’t worry about me kiddo. I can’t blame him for what he does any more than I can blame you, the Commission did that to him. At least he seems to be coming around to things. Now go on, I know you’re dying to spend more time with Touya.”
Nodding you headed towards the back room, pausing at the door to call over your shoulder, “thank you daddy!”
“Stop calling me that you brat!”
“You boys better not have killed each other in here,” you called, pushing open the door, “I’m not paid enough to clean up the mess.”
“You’re not paid at all.” Dabi huffed back, leaning back on the sofa and throwing an arm around Tomura’s shoulders.
“Exactly my point.” You grinned, settling on the other small sofa next to Hawks, who was glancing between you and the pair opposite in confusion.
“Alright, I’m confused.”
“Really Feathers, we’d never have guessed.” Tomura grumbled back. “What exactly is confusing you? Because if it’s the fact you’re not dead I can always fix that.”
“Play nice sweetheart.” The words were scolding, but your tone and expression were too soft for it to really land.
“I thought you and Dabi were-” Hawks gestured vaguely with his hands between the two of you “-but you and…”
“We’re all a ‘thing’, it’s not that hard.” Tomura huffed, pouting just a little.
“He’s right. The three of us are together, have been for ages in a way.” You sighed. “And apparently Dabi has been trying to seduce you without explaining things to anyone.”
You felt Hawks tense nervously beside you, a faint rustling coming from his wings. “I- I didn’t know.”
“Of course you didn’t, Dabi is a bastard. Stop being so tense, you’re making me nervous.”
“Yeah, he’s making you nervous, sure Princess.”
You glared over at the burned man. “Don’t you Princess me, you’re still in trouble.”
“This is stupid. Dabi, did you even tell your boytoy why he’s here?”
“What do you mean boytoy, you scabby bastard?”
“Boys.” You warned.
“Hmph, fine. We’re taking down the Hero Commission.” There was a sharp intake of breath from Hawks beside you, but Tomura continued undaunted, “We have the perfect team now. Tactics and close range damage, long range damage and firepower, healer and now an insider. We’re unstoppable.”
“Cool your jets there kiddo. I mean, I don’t have any complaints about this team per say, ignoring the whole villain thing, but taking down the whole Hero Commission isn’t going to be easy.” Hawks hummed, drumming his fingers on his knees. “Do you even have a plan?”
“Of course I have a plan!” Tomura snapped, accidentally disintegrating a hole in the arm of the couch. “We just need to iron out the details once we have more information from you. I’m surprised you didn’t ask why.”
“I was there, I know why.”
“Then,” you began softly, “if you know, why did you stay? There has to be some other reason right? And why don’t the other heroes do anything? Do they just not care?” Your voice cracked on the last word, tears stinging your eyes.
“Oh kiddo, it’s… they just don’t know, and any hero who does is either too brainwashed to say anything or too scared to go against them.” His arm fell around you, rubbing soothing circles into your shoulder. “There weren’t many kids who even graduated the programme, and the ones that did were mostly too broken to speak out, or they’re like me and the commission was threatening something precious to them. Anyone who did, or anyone who escaped, gets disposed of one way or another. Easy enough to do when they say you’re villains, half the time you get someone to do it for you. Granted, you guys haven’t exactly helped yourselves with the burglary and shit.”
“The job offers aren’t exactly rolling in bird brain. How else are we supposed to get stuff to live off?”
“Petty theft sure Dabi, but the bank heist?”
“Planning to take down a government organisation isn’t cheap. Besides, it was fun.”
"Would the other heroes not protect you if you spoke out?" You asked quietly.
"Most heroes are bastards." Dabi growled.
"Most people are bastards." Tomura corrected.
"Not all of them though! Oboro is a good guy, and his partners too." You protested. "There have to be more decent people than them there too, right Keigo?"
"You're just biased cause they wanted to adopt you "
"Okay, that just raises even more questions. But none of you are wrong, not everyone there is a good person. But they're not all bad either." Keigo groaned and rubbed his hands over his eyes. "This is going to be complicated."
“No one said it would be easy,” Dabi sighed, “but we’re not going to give up.”
“Have you thought about starting a little smaller? Take down the worst department and see where that goes? It’ll be easier than taking the whole thing down at once, and safer for everyone.”
You turn to look at him carefully, studying the way his wild eyebrows furrowed as he thought.
“What do you mean safer?” Tomura asked, leaning forwards. “We can handle ourselves.”
“I’m sure you can, but without the Hero Commission society as a whole will be thrown into chaos. Those heroes who are bastards won’t have anyone keeping them in check any more, and the people will be nervous about people with quirks running around with, what they’ll see as, no one to watch over them. This is what I mean when I say it’s complicated.” Something on his belt beeped and he groaned. “Guess I gotta go.”
Your arm shot out, hand digging into his feathers and pinning him in place. “What was that?”
“Ow, ow, I thought you were the nice one?!”
Dabi laughed, his amusement coming out as something closer to menace. “Oh no, she’s the scariest one here. You can let go of him princess, it’s nothing to worry about.”
“What he said! It’s just a pager, that’s my handlers expecting me back. I better go before they get antsy.”
Frowning you released him. “Fine, but if you betray us I will make you pay for it.”
Once Hawks had left you shifted, moving across to flop between your boys on the other sofa.
"You don't trust him huh?" Dabi hummed, nuzzling into your neck.
"I don't completely distrust him. I trust your judgement love, but I don't trust your raging hard on for that man not to cloud it a little." You turned your head slightly to kiss his temple. "He still works for them, it won't take long to find out if we can trust him or not."
"We can work that out later," Tomura sighed, reaching over to stroke a hand up Dabi's thigh, "we've got better things to do right now."
You smirked, feeling Dabi’s pleased rumble vibrate against your back.
"I've got some making up to do hmm?"
The first few weeks passed with little incident. You fed Keigo some false information, tinged with little bits of truth, and watched warily to see if the heroes would act on it. They never did. The one raid they did carry out was on a building no one had mentioned. Close enough to one of your real old hideouts to seem semi genuine if anyone asked around, but far enough from any real Intel to be safe. Keigo had been spending more time at the hideout too, dropping hints on other heroes patrol routes and other little tidbits of info. It was enough for you to finally admit you trusted him, despite your attempts not to in the face of Dabi’s clear infatuation with the man.
"Finally admitting you like me kiddo?"
You scowled at him over your celebratory drinks. "You know I'm probably older than you right? And I never disliked you-"
"You just didn't trust my judgement, did you Princess?"
"That's because you were thinking with the wrong head." Tomura cackled.
Dabi ducked his head, while Hawks turned to stare at him wide eyed. "You liked me that much huh?"
"Watch it. I can still set you on fire."
"And then I'm going to have to heal him."
Dabi narrowed his eyes at you, "That isn't going to put me off, you're in trouble too Princess."
You collapsed backwards dramatically, throwing a hand over your chest and spilling beer everywhere. "Oh! You wound me!"
“Teach you not to trust me.” He huffed in response.
“I’m just not as weak to a pretty face as you are.” You snapped back.
“Well that’s a lie.”
“Ah, you thought I was pretty.”
“Are you trying to steal both of my partners?”
You glanced around, the words of all three of them overlapping as they fought to correct you, for a brief moment there was silence, and then you burst into laughter.
“You’re a bunch of idiots. Tomura, baby, no one is stealing me from you. We’re a package deal, the three of us, even if Dabi is a whore.” You giggled, sticking your tongue out at the man in question. “And Keigo, you looked in a mirror recently? Of course you’re pretty.”
“Oh, I take it back, this is going to be way more fun than I thought.” Keigo purred, grinning at you.
“Hey, you heard her! We’re a package deal.” Tomura protested, tugging you towards him protectively and nipping at your shoulder.
“The more the merrier.”
#halo.writes#my hero academia#dabi x tomura x reader x hawks#polycule#bnha#f!reader#poly#might continue this at some point#who knows
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