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i-am-very-heck · 1 year

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waking up

context! this is a sequel to this fic of v's nightmare, so i suggest you read that if you haven't. this fic is basically v venting to obie lmao. hope you enjoy!

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it was the middle of the night. v tumbled out of bed, landing on the floor with a loud thump. they scrambled to sit up as their eyes darted around the room. they were in the antique store. they were nowhere to be seen. v hugged themself tight. their heart was racing and their breathing was heavy. they were so caught up in their own emotions that they didn't notice the person they were sleeping with had gotten out of bed too. obie kneeled down and placed a hand on their shoulder.

"V... Ya alright? That was a mighty violent wake up ya had there..."

their head snapped to look at him. obie could only see fear in their eyes and... were those tears? he cupped v's face gently with his other hand and spoke in a much quieter voice than before.

"Hey, hey... I'm here for you. Nothing's gonna happen to ya while I'm around..."

v stared at obie. he could feel their heartbeat gradually slow down to a still high, yet more normal tempo as their staring continued. they seemed a little less on edge, a bit more relaxed.

"...D'you wanna talk about it?"

...

they didn't say anything, instead they hugged obie tightly and buried their face in his shoulder, sobbing into it. he had almost immediately returned the hug.

"I getcha. Just take your time, sugar... We've got all night."

so they sat there in each other's embrace for a long while. obie had began tracing little patterns into v's back to comfort them. they had an unrelenting grip on his shirt for a time. eventually, their sobbing had calmed to just little hiccups and sniffles. v's grip had loosened as they finally spoke, though they were very meek.

"sniff- I had a- a nightmare... It's one I used to- hic- used to have a l-lot... 't had to do with-.. with my... 'imaginary friend'..."

"Hmph- Well, they don't sound real friendly-like if this is how they make ya feel."

they nodded into his shoulder with a soft 'mmhm'. the two stayed like that for a moment longer before v pulled away. they looked off into the dark corners of the room.

"... You... You haven't seen the shadows... looking back at you.. H-have you?"

he shook his head in the darkness.

"Can't say I have. Is that somethin' that you see?"

... "... Yeah."

v floated to their feet and held a hand out to help obie off the floor.

"Get up and I'll tell you about it. I really need to get this off my chest anyways."

he took their hand and was yanked up to his feet, stumbling a little due to the very sudden change in altitude. v went to turn on the lights and sat back on the bed, patting the spot next to them for him to sit. he did.

"Ugh- Where to start with this..."

they took a moment to collect their thoughts and sighed.

"Well, as far back as I can remember I've been able to see this thing following me around in the darkness. It was almost like my shadow came to life and for a while I considered it my imaginary friend since, y'know, no one else could see it. It wasn't 'til midway through grade school or so that it got... aggressive. They wouldn't leave me alone. I would have that same nightmare night after night... God, it made me such a messed up kid. I was so stressed all the time..."

v looked down at their hands, they were shaking. the more they remembered, the more tense they grew. they took a deep breath and continued on.

"They eventually stopped showing their face--or eye I guess--and that was that, or so I THOUGHT-"

their apparent anxiety had melted into frustration. v's hands had balled up into fists.

"Ever since I got here its been rearing it's ugly head around every dark corner I've seen and it's complete bushwa. I have absolutely zero clue what beef this thing has with me and to be frank? I'm sick and tired of it. I'm tired of it telling me I'm not strong enough, that I'm weak. I've already got so much on my plate that this is the rancid cherry on top!-"

v snapped. they shot up from their sitting position and began pacing around the room, gesturing wildly along with their speech. they were almost yelling at this point.

"First my uncle goes missing and I get called in to save him, but uh oh! Turns out I've made enemies with the damn shadow government! Now they've sent their most powerful accountant to balance my books or some bushwa like that-"

"Not only that but I found my mom's brother who's been been working on finding her since she's been missing for some 20-odd years. Which is good! It really is. But I'm worried that I'm gonna mess up some part of his weird science plan to locate her and he's gonna go missing too!"

"Also, this whole adventure has been stressful and confusing- like, why are there so many gangs in this city? What the hell happened at Crystaldream Lake to make those time anomalies?? What the HELL was Mudhenge???"

their pacing landed them by the odd faerie sculpture, which v socked in the head as they were so worked up. there was a loud crunch as their fist made contact with the wood. obie stared at them with surprise. this was the first time he's seen v get genuinely pissed off at something and it was a bit scary... they had a look in their eyes that was telling him that they'd break more things if he didn't step in. obie rummaged through their nightstand and snatched a handful of pencils.

"V, wouldja c'mere? I got somethin' for you."

v's head snapped back to look at obie in a way that shouldn't be possible for someone with bones. they dismissed their anger with a shake of the head and now had a curious look.

"Huh? What's it?"

they floated over to him. obie was taken aback by the sudden shift in tone. there wasn't a drop of anger in their demeanor anymore, just intrigue. he just pulled them in to sit back down.

"You never fail to give me whiplash, V. It ain't a big thing but it is quite odd seein' you flip from one emotion to another like a coin."

he gives them a little squish and a kiss on the forehead. they giggle, leaning into him more.

"Glad to see you're doin' better, hun."

obie stands. he sets the pencils back down on the nightstand and goes to the light switch.

"I think it's 'bout time to flop again, so lights out. Ya follow?"

"Mhmm... Sounds ducky to me."

with a click the lights were shut off. obie made his way back to the bed to cuddle with v, v making grabby hands at him until he got there.

and so, they both drifted off to sleep peacefully... no night terrors to be seen.

#yippee!!!! i finished it!!!#s writes #v ghostaline #sol obie #shadows over loathing

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asmoswhoreandmore · 2 years

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Pt 2 of angst with Mammon

So this is a pt 2 to the shitty angst I wrote earlier lmao

TW: mentions thoughts of suicide, edgy as hell, Mammons a bitch, drinking, derealization kinda happens, hangover, traumtized MC

Again chapter two:

You turned around slowly and seeing Mammon made your stomach flip for a second a time. But you held it in, staring at him now it was like seeing a stranger.

The beautiful boy who you loved looked so foreign?

Was that really your boyfriend? The smile he flashed looked sickly sweet.

Then suddenly the whole world felt wrong like you were on a different plane. Mammon spoke to you but his words morphed together.

Was he really speaking or was this another imaginary scenario you made up?Maybe Mammon wasn’t real, but then his hand was around your waist.

And someone's fingers were waving in your face.

“ Oh, Mammon, “ you thought, a reminder that this was all really happening.

“What ya don't recognize me or something?” he looked almost mad.

What right did he have to be mad? You felt incensed, the shock spread across your face with a glint of hatred in your eyes. Before you could pretend you felt fine he saw your expression. His grip on your waist loosened, the panicked look in his eyes only you could notice. He paused for a moment, time seemed too slow. The world went dark as if you were the only two people in the room. If no one was there, you might’ve challenged him to a brawl. All you felt was unbridled rage and, a sort of emptiness that made you feel like it was a good day to die.

Then you smiled, just for a moment, you wanted to be his without all the pain. Tears formed in your eyes as your heart prayed and you felt human hope. He saw the light in your eyes die and be reborn. At that moment he pulled you closer than you ever wanted to be to him again.

"Hey mammon what’s up my man?' Some demon called out to him causing him to kiss you quickly and leave to whatever they had to ask. He tasted like cherry lipstick, your chest started to ache and you felt a desire to go wash the taste out. A moment that felt so infinite ended so fast, when did people change so easily?

This was all a bit too much, maybe just for tonight, you can make yourself feel alright.

Passing out at the bar was not what you had in mind when you woke up the next morning in the school lounge. The killer headache was not much to sneeze at either. Vision going blurry as you tried to tell the time of day. Your eyes squinting, it was all too bright to comprehend. The light drifting in the windows felt so intense. After a minute of grumbling to yourself, you seemed to realize the severity of the whole situation either you broke in or school was already in session.

How did you even get here? Questions swarmed your mind adrenaline and anxiety started to run. You sat up feeling alert, but man your back hurt like hell too. When your eyes finally adjusted to the light, you saw no one. A breath of relief escaped from your throat.

“Thank fuck no one saw” Then it hit you. You broke into the school black-out drunk. “Fuck fuck fuck this can't be happening,” you thought to yourself. You rubbed your temples agitated at the thought of getting caught. What would Diavoblo say? Lucifer would hang your ass to the ceiling, and it did not look that great when you saw it happen to Mammon.

When you finally tried to stand up, you felt yourself blackout for a split second. You started to stumble out of the school. After you got out of the lounge you quickly said a couple of spells to reverse the damage. You sucked in a long breath and hoped the spells got rid of any traces of your crime.Exhaustion started to hit you immediately after you left the school, the adrenaline leaving your body.

All you could seem to think was

“This was gonna be a long walk home.”

The walk home was hard, but having to sneak in filled you with dread. Lucifer would want the full story and well, your full story was full of questionable decisions at best. Your stomach starts to sink, as you creak open the door. Somehow the door was too loud and the house of lamination was too silent. Even the steps you made sounded guilty and had the house aching, and creeping with opportunities to bust your little sneak in.

One last door, five more steps until you were home free. The quickening of your heartbeat seemed to be only speeding up as you approached your dorm. Suddenly you were in front of your door, you took a deep breath puffed out your chest, and slipped inside your room.

As soon as you closed the door your body crumpled to the floor, not even daring to move. It felt like life had been sucked out of you. At first, a tear slid down your face then, it was deep heavy silent sobs that rolled out of you like a wave. The feeling of wanting to sleep forever was the only comforting feeling you had. Everything else consumed you and all you wanted to be.

You wanted to light him on fire, you wanted to pull him close, you wanted to push him down from heaven again. You wanted to feel nothing and forget that you ever loved one person so much there was no room for two. And you started to feel a crack form inside of you, as your humanity crumbled beneath you.

Maybe there was a point to being less than human, one thing was for certain you had less to lose.

#obey me mammon #obey me angst #toxic relationship #vent fanfic #emotional damage lol #fucked up mc #this gets messy #it only gets worse from this point on im sorry for bringing this into the world lmao #mammonobeyme #mammon angst #toxic mammon

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martianmoon · 1 year

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Sam and Max: Handbook

“hey, winter, could ya lighten up a little?”

NO, LMAO

hey gang :D i’m back on my bullshit with a continuation of this and this, because im so attached to these two absolute DORKS that i cannot stop writing about them. my lovely pal @oswaldepic has already warned me to start writing fluff LOL and i promise i will!! eventually :)c

premise: “sam nearly loses max on one of their first missions back as a crime-busting duo, the two of them argue their way back to the same page and sam comes to a realisation”. they’re making progress... ;)

rated T!! for Talk about your feelings!!! (and one tiny mention of blood)

🐶❤️🐰

Sam’s sure he’s already experienced the worst possible pain of his life - until he sees Max sprawled in a heap, gun barrel pointed right between his ears.

The fury is almost nonchalant in its familiarity, which should, maybe, scare him. It doesn’t. He moves on autopilot, sprinting towards the culprit - some bum with half a mind to rob a bank and the other half, well--missing, as far as he’s concerned - and swinging a right hook hard enough to crack the man’s jaw.

The criminal staggers and drops the gun with a yowl, which rouses Max from his momentary stupor - just in time to see the perp stumble away as Sam fusses over him.

“Max! Max, snap out of it--c’mon, wake up!”

“I am awake--Sam!” The lagomorph struggles against him, livid. “Quit messin’ with me and let’s get after that guy!”

Relief floods his body so fast, Sam’s head spins. He’s alright... not hurt, not--not dead, alright... “Forget about that, he’s a nobody--”

“You’re joking, right?” Max pulls a hammer from somewhere, waving it dangerously close to Sam’s nose. “Why’d you let me bring this if I’m not even gonna get to use it--?!”

“Leave it alone, Max!” It comes out harsher than he wants and he regrets it immediately. When the other man only stares at him, Sam raises both palms with a sigh. “C’mon, he’s gone--there’s no catchin’ up with him now. Let’s just--let’s go, alright?”

“You’ve gotta be--”

“Max.” A warning. “We’re done here. Get your ass in the DeSoto; I’m takin’ us back to the office.”

The way Max regards him - jaw clenched, eyes narrowed - sinks his heart like a stone.

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The drive back is silent. Every so often Sam glances over to see Max staring out the window, arms tightly crossed, and even if he wasn’t a detective he’d know the look on that face.

Sam scowls at the road. Let him be angry. Little idiot coulda been killed...

Too close for comfort. He shakes his head and buries the thought in the darkest corner of his mind, focuses on getting them home safely instead of indulging in a little wreckless driving, like he knows Max would prefer. He still hasn’t said anything, and maybe right now that’s for the best. Sam isn’t sure they’re ready to talk about it, just yet.

They make it back to the office in one piece, but the tension is worse: an exposed fuse ready to spark. Max makes an immediate beeline for the bathroom before Sam can even protest, slamming the door behind him with a muttered ‘Be right back’. Anger pricks in Sam’s chest and he breathes through it, counting upwards until he hears the latch click. By the time Max finally stomps back into the room, expression stormy, Sam’s slipped into his Noir persona - jacket stripped, tie loosened, forearms bared and shoulder holsters in full view.

They lock eyes, and he sees Max hesitate. He’s playing dirty, knows how much the lagomorph enjoys this look, knows he likes the way that boosts his ego - but Sam isn’t doing it to tease, this time. He folds his arms, frowning.

“We’ve gotta talk, Max.”

The other man’s hackles raise instantly. “What’s there to say, Sam? You overreacted--”

“Overreacted? You were nearly shot--”

“Like I haven’t been through worse?” He glares. “You wanna count the number of times I’ve been thrown, squashed, dropped, ran over--”

“Cut it out.”

“--fried, nearly sliced in two and, oh, yeah, blown up--”

“ENOUGH.” Sam jabs a finger, teeth bared. “This was different, d’you understand? That guy wasn’t Goddamn messing around, Max, he was gonna--”

“What, shoot me?” Max scoffs. “And that’d be a wild change of pace how, exactly?”

“I can’t talk t’you like this, you’re being totally irrational--”

“Irrational, me?!” Max lunges forward and YANKS Sam down by his tie, Noir spell broken. “You let the perp get away, Sam--!”

“And you weren’t killed!” He snaps. It has the desired effect - Max goes still, tie slipping free. A familiar guilt creeps up Sam’s throat but he forces it down, balling his fists. “He got away, yeah - another scumbag walkin’ around New York City for some other poor schmuck to deal with. But you--you--”

“I’m fine.” Max crosses his arms like before, glowering at a spot near Sam’s foot. “Except for where I didn’t get a chance t’beat some guy down with the hammer I specially brought--”

“You’ll get over it.”

“Is this really how it’s gonna be now, Sam? I can’t just--I’ve gotta ask your permission to bust every two-bit punk we see?!”

Sam snarls, instinct. “It was one lousy job, alright? There’s a million other crooks and lowlifes in this damn city and not a single one’s worth losing you over--”

Ah, shit. Shit. He swallows when Max’s attention snaps upwards, ignoring the other man’s wide-eyed look. He clears his throat. “Listen, I was--what I’m saying is--”

“Sam.”

“Shut up, melonhead. Don’t even start.”

“Sam.”

“Knock it off!” He doesn’t know why he’s suddenly so upset, but the fear usually just simmering at the back of his mind lately lances through him, cold and hard and ugly. An image of Max, this Max--my Max, he’s mine--lying in a tangle of limbs and shiny, wet viscera flashes unbidden, and Sam nearly heaves.

When he comes to his senses, he’s slumped in his chair with Max perched on his lap.

“Hey.” The lagomorph reaches for him, gently pats his cheek. “Welcome back, Sleeping Beauty.”

“Ngh. I knock myself out, or something?”

“I--I dunno, you kinda just...” Max flails his hands, brows wrinkled. “Went, for a second. I had t’catch you.”

Sam snickers, in spite of himself. “Bad luck, little buddy.”

“Now you knock it off.”

Max’s fur prickles against him, but Sam knows that tone, by now. ...scared. For me. He lifts his head to see Max staring up at him, heart stuttering at the look of concern there.

He winds an arm around his waist, voice soft. “Hey. I’m okay.”

“Tch, coulda fooled me,” Max accuses, but doesn’t resist being pulled against Sam’s chest. His fingers find the tie again, tugging as he frowns. “Don’t--you can’t just say stuff like that and disappear, Sam.”

“...I’m sorry.” He is. “I didn’t mean to, I just--”

“And you gotta stop fussin’ over me. I can take care of myself.”

Sam doesn’t bother fighting the wave of nausea that brings, closing his eyes as it rises and falls. No, you can’t. You can’t even be trusted with a kid’s toy--you need me lookin’ out for you. Who’s gonna do it, if I can’t? Who’s gonna keep you safe? Nobody knows you like I do, nobody loves you like I do--

He bolts upright with a start, nearly toppling them both.

“Sam!” Max slings both arms around his neck with a yelp. “I thought you said you were tryna keep me alive!”

“I--” Sam grips the arms of the chair hard, mind racing. Love. Love you--I--I love--oh, God. I love him, I--

“I swear--” Max rights himself and flops back into his lap with a huff. “You save me from getting turned into Swiss cheese, then nearly kill me by throwin’ me from a chair--”

It’s snarky but fond, a clear attempt at making peace - and it occurs to Sam that once again, against all odds and in spite of everything they’ve been through, in direct defiance of the pain, and the hurt, and the misery... he is in love: inexorably drawn to the one person who knows him like no one else, cracks him up like no one else, makes him feel stupid and brave and the happiest he’s ever been all at once, a feeling that squeezes his insides until he thinks he could burst.

Could just be the hoagie I had for lunch, he thinks weakly, but--no. No. He knows this feeling, the fear and the impossible joy, like the notes of his favourite song.

“Aw, jeez. You’re monologuing in your own head again, aren’t you.”

“Shut up, bonehead.” He pulls Max into a hug, ignores the half-hearted bite at his shoulder. Love. “Just... would you promise me you’ll be more careful, next time?”

He swears he feels the moment Max goes to make a quip, then doesn’t. Instead, smaller arms tighten around his shoulders, digging in hard... like Sam is the only thing keeping him rooted to Earth.

Max’s voice is quiet. “...sure thing, Sam. I promise.”

#sam and max #freelance husbands #sam and max freelance police #angst #hurt/comfort #my fic #okay the next one will be #GOOEY #i just love working their feelings out :'C

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imtooscaredforthis · 2 years

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this idea just came to me, but what if fem reader receives a call from danny and finds out she is drunk asf haha. she could talk shit or be flirty, either situation would be fine lmao. sfw or nsfw is welcome!

I decided to go with both because why not lmao

Intoxicated

Mentions of: Slight NSFW, knife play, cutting, blood, threats, paranoia and anxiety

Here you laid on your bed, drunk out of your mind, cradling your bottle of wine. How did you even get like this? Oh that’s right…him.

Lately, you had been getting threatening phone calls, ones that told you about your own routines, your own habits, ones that told you that you’re being watched. And you know exactly who’s watching you. At least, you think you know.

The feared serial killer of Roseville, Ghostface.

And yet, you haven’t seen him face to face. At least, you don’t think you did. There was one night where you looked up at the window, and you could’ve sworn you saw his masked face staring back.

You called the police about to, but they didn’t believe you, saying “it didn’t fit a pattern to his M.O” and that if it was him, you’d already be dead. They just told you that it’s either a prankster or copycat, and since you don’t know their true identity, they couldn’t do anything about it. Not until you actually see someone, anyways.

Ever since, you’ve been anxious and paranoid, unable to sleep most nights, but tonight you figured you finally try to loosen up a little and relax with something.

And now, here you are, giggling to yourself as you listen to your drunken thoughts. For once, you feel at peace, blissful even, like you’re walking on clouds.

But then, the phone on your nightstand starts ringing, stopping your giggles. You could’ve swore you unplugged it. In fact, you thought you unplugged all the phones in your house.

Or maybe you just imagined it. It could be possible, you’re drunk after all, so it’s hard to tell what’s real.

Crawling over to the phone, you hold it up to your ear. “H-hello?”

“Evening, sweetheart.” A familiar voice purred. The small sensical part left in your mind was sending warning signals all throughout your head, telling you to hang up, to run away, but unfortunately, it wasn’t loud enough, and the other part had one.

“Oh, it’s you. Mr.Ghostface Impersonator. You know, for someone who’s a complete creep, you do have a very nice voice. And I bet a nice face too.” You replied, giggling to yourself.

“Well, I’m flattered, but how do you know I’m not the real Ghostface?” He asked. “Why don’t you prove it? And then I’ll believe you.”

You challenged him. “Mm, but I want out first meeting to be special. Like a first date.”

“Ah don’t be like that. C’mon, I’m so lonely. Pleaseee?” You begged, laying back on the bed and staring at the ceiling.

“Alright, only since you asked so nicely.” With that, he hung up, leaving nothing but dial tone on the line. The noise hurts your head, so you put the phone back onto the hook, before sighing and rubbing your temples.

Growing tired, you shut your eyes, letting yourself fall into a slumber, before you head a voice. “Hey there.”

You sit up straight in your bed, your eyes shooting open to take in the stranger standing in front of you. Either you’re dreaming or imagining things, because in front of you stands the man you fear the most.

He’s taller than you expected, and bigger too, with those all black holes, and that mask. That one of a ghastly screaming face. It’s terrifying.

You scramble backwards, fear taking over your once numb and blissful emotions. But before you can get away, he’s on top of you, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head. “C’mon, you know you can’t be like that. You wanted me here, after all.”

His voice is low, and his knife, begins to trail down your body, making you shudder and let out a shaky breath. “Oh my god.”

“Better keep still, sweetheart, I wouldn’t want to cut any arteries.” He told you, tearing the fabric of your shirt open with a knife, revealing your top less, heaving chest.

Your face went hot as you could feel his eyes moving all over your body, his blade trailing up your stomach and to your chest. “Not even wearing a bra? How naughty, dirty girl.”

His blade trailed the outline of your chest, the cold metal making you break out into goosebumps, and he slowly moved to your center pressing against your nipple. You tried not to jump, shivering slightly at the feeling.

“Are you going to hurt me?” You asked, your voice brought down to a shaky whisper. You can’t tell if you’re more aroused or scared, but it’s definitely a mix of both.

“Mm, not too badly.” Ghostface moved the knife up to your collar bone, nicking some skin slightly, and making a small cut, some blood beginning to bead. “Now, we’re going to play a little game.”

#dead by deadlight #dbd #dbd killer #dbd x reader #dbd jed olsen #jed olsen x reader #jed olsen #ghostface dbd #ghostface x y/n #dbd ghostface #ghostface x you #ghostface x reader #ghostface #ghostface smut #dbd danny johnson #danny johnson dbd #danny johnson x reader #danny johnson #dbd danny

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am-i-ourple · 2 years

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Alright I'm having sinful thoughts about Henry right now (as well as the last few days), and you know what, I have to share them. So enjoy what goes through my head on a daily lmao

Warnings: 18+, filth, jealousy, choking, 'hate' fucking, age gap (reader is in college in my head), fingering, afab!reader, and other stuff im sure im missing

Description: You're a waitress at Fredbear's who is friendly with Henry Emily, and the two of you kind of have a thing going on, mostly flirting back and forth at this point. Until he catches you being friendly with a dad who has come in for a kid's bday party, and for some reason he sees red.

It happened so quickly that you couldn't even wrap your head around what just happened. One second you chatting with one of the parents, smiling and being nice, doing whatever you could for just a bit of a nicer tip, and then the next you're in your bosses office, your uniform slacks on the floor while his fingers are slamming into your pussy as your breaths puff out while he holds you to his chest by wrapping his fingers around your throat slowly tightening them the more worked up he gets.

Henry has always been nice and cheery to you, and you'd liked him since he hired you to help out during the long summers. You'd gotten more friendly and comfortable with him over time, laughing and teasing him, even getting flirty on some occasions. But who could blame you? Look at the man, he was the textbook definition of a DILF and who wouldn't take the chance to see him smile at their jokes or make him all flustered with their flirting. It was harmless, right? Its not like he'd like you back, or anything would happen, because he was your boss.....right?

Well, I guess your current situation proved that they wrong. Henry's ragged breaths next to your ear as his thumb started pressing harsh circles around your clit, making you let of a mangled gasp. Henry only grunted, squeezing his fingers just a bit tighter around your neck, as he said, "What did you think you were doing? Hmm? Do you tease everyone like that? Butter them up, make them feel special? You're such a little slut. Would you have taken the first guy who'd asked you to spread your legs? Smiled and giggled at them until they gave you what you wanted? Huh? Answer me."

Unable to speak, you shook your head no, wanting to tell him that no, you'd only really wanted him, that only he could've bent you over and had his way with you like he was now, no one else would ever get that chance. Noticing your garbled noises, Henry loosened his hold just enough on your throat, for the whiteness to fade from you vision, as he curled his fingers hitting that sweet spot that had you throwing your head back, while he growled out, "Tell me. Tell me what you were doing."

You huffed a bit, trying to collect your thoughts while his fingers worked to keep them scrambled, but after a smack to you clit, you finally managed to moan out, "Nothing....I was....nothing....mmMM fuck....just wanted...a tip, just a tip."

Henry growled in your ear his fingers tightening and loosening a few times before he spoke again. "I spent the whole day fighting with investors over money, yelled at Afton who knows how many times about his 'new designs' and all the unnecessary add ons he wants to put on them, and then I go on my lunch break, hoping to go talk to the one person in this place that always helps me feel less tense, and there i see you, chatting up a customer. You know how red my vision went?"

You whimpered, shaking your head, as your pleasure started building and building, going higher than you'd ever thought possible, and Henry didn't stop, fingers almost going faster as he continued, "Fuck, you're mine, my slut. This hole is mine, gonna make sure you know it is. Say it, say your mine, say your pussy belongs to me and no one else."

Henry's fingers didn't let up this time, the white closing in on your vision as his fingers tightened. You nodded, gasping out hoarse broken words, "ye..es...s...your..s, all...you...rs...hen..ryyy."

And as you gasped out his name, the force if your orgasm hit you. Your walls constricted around Henry's fingers as your mouth opened in an inaudible scream. The white over took your vision as your body twitched in Henry's hold, feeling yourself go limp as black started to fade into your consciousness, the last thing you felt and heard, was Henry holding onto you, and a worried, "Oh fuck...." before you lost yourself to the black void.

You werent sure how much time had passed, but slowly you felt yourself coming to. The first thing you realized was you could hear two voices whispering back and forth, the second being that you could feel yourself laid out on something, Henry's couch, maybe?

Not really having the energy to open your eyes quite yet, you turned your attention to the conversation at hand, realizing quickly it was Henry and William talking.

"Are you really going to let them sleep away their shift on your couch," the distinct British accent chastised, "hardly seems to be working for their pay."

"William, just....listen we talked, they're other job is working them ragged, and they said that they've developed insomnia from the stress and haven't been sleeping. Let them rest, I'll talk with them when they wake up, okay?"

You heard a scoff and footsteps trailing to the door, before it was opened as William went to leave, saying, "You're too soft of them. Just because you are having a crisis and letting your dick think for you doesn't mean you can forget how to run a company."

"Get out," Henry's calm, but clearly angered voice echoed around the room loudly, and you heard another scoff, before the door to the office was shut loudly, making you jump involuntarily. Which in turn caught Henry's attention, as he slowly approached you, kneeling down as you opened your eyes.

"There you are.....did you...sleep okay," you nodded, watching as Henry's face twisted in guilt and he refused to look at you. "Listen...I'm sorry for earlier...I really should have controlled myself, and you ended up getting hurt. I understand if you want to quit, but I promise I can make it up to you. Anything you need or want, its yours. And I'm really so-"

Gently you reached out, cupping his cheek, and lifting your head to press a chaste kiss to his lips, humming out with a smile, "I think you can make it up to me with a nice dinner.....and then maybe fucking me properly...in a bed?"

Henry's eyes glowed with relief and happiness as he whisper, "Thats what you want?..... well, anything you want darling, anything."

#know this was 100000000% self indulgent #do u see this hapoening not really #do i want henry to dominate me and finger me? yes yes i fucking do #also he is definitely feeling terrible about all of this afterwards #henry emily x reader

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wornoutmouse · 3 years

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I don’t know how to ask you this bestie 😩… But if you write incest do you mind doing one where all might’s daughter has a crush on Endeavor? And they both smash her… Feel free to make it stepcest if that’s more comfortable 🥲

DON’T BESTIE ME YOU FREAK!!!!-

Anyways, congrats on being my FIRST controversial ask. That being said, it took me a while to figure out whether or not I would write this one 🤔. Of course, this will be one of the ones I won’t be able to post on Wattpad lmao, but I’ll give it a go!

If you didn’t already read the request, I will give you the necessary warnings again.

tw: incest….. never thought this day would come, dp

Author's annual moral PSA: I would hope I wouldn't have to tell yall I don't condone this irl. This is both illegal in many states, and in all ways an abuse of power and trust. Not to mention no one should look at their family members in this way and if it has happened to you don't be ashamed of it as it is not your fault but seek help because it is dangerous in the long run. This is for pure fantasy purposes

You are not underage in this fic. I never do underaged work.

There is way too much plot in this

Your cheeks were stretched wide enough to rival your fathers’ as you ran home. Your feet bounce and your pull at your braids nervously as you look out the window of the train, the excitement you felt made you restless to get home. Your neighbors watched you as you ran by, dents caused by your shoes hitting the pavement as your quirk flowed through your pumping blood. “Dad!”

You slam your front door open and scramble through the labyrinth of your rich home. Tossing open your father’s office door unaware of how your outburst startles All Might. “Y-Yes what is it?” Papers flutter all around as you carelessly glide through Toshinori’s neatly stacked papers. You slam the slightly crumpled papers onto his desk, ignoring how the sheer strength of your hand nearly causes his cold cup of coffee to fall. “Remember how 3rd years get the chance to have the first pick in finding the company they’ll sidekick for?!”

All Might watches you with fondness in his eyes as he cleans his glasses off. He was now far in his years, a healthy 82. His hair was now less of a golden yellow and more of beige as it silvered slowly. He was still his normal towering height, retained much of his muscles, and could periodically assume his big form now that he finally had the time to rest and heal properly. “You mean the program that you talked about every day because it was free.”

You roll your eyes, “Free for me, not for you. Anyways look, look, look!” You hold the paper in his face and he takes it from you, “I see you were accepted into your first choice at-” You snatch the paper from him and hop around excitedly, “-At Endevā Jimusho And that’s not even the best part!” All Might's contempt face drops, “All sidekicks get to stay in a guest house in close quarters with Endeavor himself!!"

Joy no longer existed in Toshinori's emotional library. "Absolutely not." Your face falls and your rant halts completely. "What?" Yagi puts his glasses on and shuffles through his papers stiffly, "I do not agree on Endeavors training methods." You raise an eyebrow, "Is this coming from the man that punched Pro-Hero Dynamite and Deku into buildings during an emergency villain drill? In front of everyone?"

Yagi hides his face behind a stapled packet, "I was giving them a taste of reality, a villain does not care for a hero's well-being." You sit down on his desk, legs crossed before curling your finger over his paper, your eyes miss how AllMight briefly glances down, “Yes, but isn’t it a job as a hero to protect people, even the students they train?” Yagi craned his neck until it makes a satisfying crack, a smirk adorning his lips. “I suppose you are right.”

He thinks for a moment before silently shuffling his papers before returning his gaze to your hopeful face, “Why should I assist you with your obvious little crush on my coworker?” You clearly stiffen “Well if it will make you happy-” You don’t allow him to finish before your arms around his shoulders squeezing his neck with most of your strength.

AllMight watches you leave his room slightly disheartened, reaching into his desk drawer he pulls out his phone and dials. “What do you want?” AllMight leans back in his chair pulling at his pants to loosen the tension in his groin, “A proposition.”

The next day Yagi is driving you to your new home for the next 6 months. Your eyes glaze over with futuristic thoughts on how your stay would be. “Everything is so shiny!” Yagi shrugs as he pulls into the parking lot. Enji was always minimalistic when it came to modern designs.” Your head snaps to Toshinori’s side of the car, “His name is Enji!?” Your question is laughed off as Toshinori shuts the car off.

Although your amazement is captured solely by the prospect of working with a pro-hero, the fact that your father is a pro-hero does not go unnoticed by the people around you. “Is that AllMight!” “Should I ask for his picture?!” Even with Yagi’s shadow enveloping your body your attention hones in on the automatic glass doors in front of you.

Inside there is a crowd of students experiencing orientation and getting assigned their respective dorm and possible roommate. You take your first steps in their direction before your arm is pulled and Yagi dawns a playful grin as he presses his finger to his lips. You follow him, eyebrows furrowed “You aren’t trying to change my mind are you?” You don’t get an answer as you are dragged along.

Stairs after stair you follow your father until you come to the very top, legs throbbing but interest peaked. Yagi opens two double doors as easily as breathing and your eyes go wide as the broad shoulders of a familiar hero come into view. “You’re finally here, took you long enough.” Your heart beats in your chest, auburn hair, broad shoulders, and a stoic face that you’d only seen on television, now present in front of you. Yagi shuts the door causing you to jump, “Oh um hi!” A large hand touches your shoulder making you jump” Calm down Y/n!” A cheerful exclamation rings out from above you as Yagi transforms into his larger form.

Heavy footsteps make the room shake wherever the two men walk around the room, “I heard you wanted to meet with me.” Your demeanor goes from uneasy to panicked giggling, “O-Oh really, who told you that!’ AllMight chuckles before patting your head, why don’t you ask him all the silly questions you want, I have to use the restroom.

Endeavor leans against his desk, arms crossed allowing his muscles to bulge through his white button-up shirt. “Yagi tells me a lot of good things about you.” Endeavor stands straighter, a ballpoint pen in hand before he gestures for you to take a seat. You settle in the seat glancing towards the door before looking up at Endeavor who settles on his desk. “What’s the matter, you seem nervous?” The deepness of his tone sends a shiver down your spine. Shifting your legs closer together you clear your throat, “I’m just not used to meeting my childhood hero in person.” Endeavor laughs in a way that sounds more like a bellow, “When you say it like that I feel old!”

Your face hadn’t stopped burning since you entered the room but the joke forced a chuckle through your lips allowing you to relax just a little bit. Calculating eyes narrow, making you feel even smaller than you already did in the hero’s presence. “Now, come on. I’m sure you have something you’d always wanted to do if you met your hero.” Endeavor’s happy-go-lucky attitude catches you off guard as it juxtaposes the hardened persona he had cultivated over the years. “Well, I suppose a picture would be a start if you don’t mind?”

Seconds later you somehow find yourself in Endeavor's lap as he holds the camera up for a picture. His body is unpainted hot but you assume that was simply just a side effect of his quirk. “Um, are you sure you’re okay with this?” Endeavor hums in acceptance. A heavy arm loops around your waist pulling you closer, close enough to become aware of a problem pressed gently against your ass. “Oh!” Endeavor’s fingers slipped pressing the capture button, “What’s wrong did I do it wrong?” You shake your head becoming embarrassed for the both of you, “Nothing!” Enji’s voice lowers into a mumble that reverberated against the back of your neck, “Good.”

Enji straightens his arm once more to retake the picture and you awkwardly smile into the camera, grin becoming strained when he had yet to snap the photo. You shuffle the slightest bit to get a more comfortable position and a guttural groan is released from Enji’s lips. "Are you alright, Endeavor?" Your question is ignored and your phone is put down on the table. Large hands contrasting unbridled power is your stomach delicately as though you were made of porcelain. "Are you sure there is nothing else you'd like to do with your hero?"

Endeavors face nudges away your braids allowing him to press his heated mouth against your skin. "Nothing that would help you get to know them better?" You don't get to respond, your body is hoisted around to face Endeavor. Why nervousness clearly painting itself on your features before being overcome with confused pleasure as Endeavor pressed his lips against your own.

You moan against his lips, hips grinding against each other, the thought of where you are slipped past your mind and to your pussy. Endeavors hands down your body, pinching and pulling before sighing with his calloused fingernails. You couldn't believe this was happening, you feel your pants being pulled off. Just yesterday you believed that you would only be able to meet your hero in passing. Your bra is on the floor and your pussy weeps against his slacks.

The motions are fast-paced and you feel his thumb pressing against your clit. “Yes!” Endeavor kisses your lips, his stubble scratching your cheeks slightly as his tongue explores your mouth. Confidence floods your body as you hop off of Endeavor's lap and quickly undo the buttons of his slacks, he watches you out of breath in the best way.

Thick in your hands, the veins twitch to the tune of his blood. The clear stickiness of pre-cum coats the underside and you use it to stroke his length. "Please fuck me Endeavor!" You look up at him, face contorted with desperate thoughts as you angle your body towards his cock, the tip of it rubbing against your folds. You were wet, so wet making the fuchsia tip of his cock feel more engorged.

"Don't regret this. "You’re pulled back into his lap with ease, pussy trembling from the display of strength. With Endeavor holding your weight and your hand positioning his length below you, the slide down was easy as it could be. Your legs wrap around his waist as you adjust to him. “We have to be quick.” Endeavor rolls your hips when your breathing becomes even again, “We have all the time in the world.” You smirk trailing your finger up Enji’s chest, “What, you have a thing for getting caught?”

Your cheeks are spread apart by Endeavor’s fingers as he hooks one into the small slit left remaining in your pussy. “Something like that.” From behind you the sound of the door shutting makes your neck quickly craned around to look back. Standing with his arms behind his back and an unreadable expression stood Yagi, “Am I missing the party?” Ashamed excuses leave your mouth, tearful and panicked you squeal when Endeavor raises your hips before sliding you down his cock. “No, you are just in time.”

Yagi slowly removes the suit he wore, shrugging off his suit jacket as the sound of your muffled whimpers filter through his ears. You hide your face, curling into Endeavor’s form but a hand stops you, gripping your face, “Don’t be shy, it was his idea after all.” AllMight chuckled, “Yeah, it took a lot of convincing on my part.”Long fingers wrapped around the base of your skull where your braids connect before yanking your head back.

Toshinori looked down at you, face stoic and mockingly disappointed, "I thought it would take a lot more convincing but look at you. " Yagi dragged the back of his hand around your jaw and down your chest ripping the fabric with ease. Your tits bounced on every thrust that Endeavor continued to make, wordless moans and drool leaving your moan as your pussy clenched around the cock inside you.

"Such a little whore for him aren't you?" You shake your head in protest before your eyes widen as chapped but soft lips are placed over yours. He was kissing you, your brain short circuits as his tongue forces its way past your lips. It's wrong, you know that. Hell, this whole situation is wrong. You should be downstairs with the others doing orientation, not upstairs riding the cock of a pro-hero and french kissing the other. You knew it was wrong, but why did it feel so good?

Endeavor groans at how sloppy you were becoming. The sound of your pussy squelching as cream gathered around Endeavor's cock before being pushed back inside of you. "So both of you are twisted in the head." A large thumb presses down on your clit making your pussy spasm as you cum from the heightened stimulation. Endeavor keeps thrusting, his libido unmatched and energy pent up.

Yagi reaches in between the two of you pressing his palm against your pussy as his fingertips graze Enji’s dick on every upstroke. “Are you getting wetter sweetheart? He feels so good doesn't he?" Your mouth is agape and your weak hands Endeavor's shoulder is the only thing keeping you upright when your eyes roll back. "Y-Yes daddy!" Yagi wheezes before he's fiddling with his suit pants and pulling you back by your hair.

It was a strange display of balance on your end. Endeavor’s arms hold your legs tightly in order to keep you on his lap and on his cock meanwhile you are as your father slaps his hardened cock against your cheek, splashing his precum onto your chin. "I got you this far dear, why don't you return the favor?"

Whether it was diluted senses or your subconscious coming forward, you open your mouth for him, moaning as he invades every crevice of your jaw. Your throat constricts and you retch around the warm heat. Yagi is unapologetic and downright brutal as he pulls back before bringing his hips forward again.

The two men's moans empty into the office room and your garbled cooking is ignored as they both have their fill, leaving you to wonder if this really was for you. Numbness invaded your senses as you come again on Endeavor's cock with him not that far behind as he blows his load into your pussy. "It's been a while I will admit." Endeavor slaps your pussy once, then twice just to feel you squeeze down on him every time your hips jerked.

Tears and drool running down your face the faster your father fucks your throat and you knew you'd be sore the next day. "My turn." All Might pulls out and walks away not even showing you a glance as you choke from the lack of oxygen. Enji helps you sit up and wipes your face before Toshinori is pulling you away from Endeavor showing no care that his cock was still in you. He sits down and pulls you onto his own lap ignoring your dazed look as your brain struggles with the various changes of attitude.

"You gotta thank daddy for helping you meet your hero, don't you think?” His hand cups your round cheeks before the other slams down on the other one. Overestimated tears tremble down your brown skin as you hiccup, "Yes daddy." You rock against his cock, both your saliva and his own precum staining your stomach and public hair.

He fills you, even better than Endeavor did, and begins his onslaught of thrusts. You scream, the sound no doubt traveling outside the room, "Daddy please fuck me!!!" The speed at which you were moving was one that could only be done by a hero and it was more pain than pleasure. The constant pounding of your cervix makes your teeth clench together each time his mushroom head punches it.

"Yes, give daddy this sloppy pussy, squeeze down for me-oh fuck!" Lewd words you never even believed Yagi was capable of saying leave his lips. Your shoulder is bit by the redheaded man behind you as he cups your breasts together, tugging on your nipple before rubbing the nubbed patterns on your areolas. "I can't take it any more daddy please!" Your arms wrap around his shoulders as he causes your pussy to queen and cream, balls slapping the underside of your ass, sticky with Endeavor’s cum.

"This is what you raised Yagi? A little whore?" Yagi chuckles, "I'm just as surprised as you are Enji, say why don't you join? You aren't one and done are you?" Endeavor scoffs, you wish that upon me don't you?"

Your mind, altered with lust, does not understand the hidden meaning behind the word "join" but you soon realize it when fat fingers are pushing their way in the same hole Toshinori occupied. "E-Endeavor?" You're shushed as his fingers pump inside you with Yagi’s cock, curling and prodding your walls at every turn. You feel fuller than you ever thought you could and the pressure only continued.

"Look at my pretty little girl taking her daddy's cock, so fucking tight for me. Can you do this for Endeavor too? Fit both our fat cocks in your hero guzzling hole?" You nod at the degradation and feel the warmth from Endeavor envelope your back. His tip massages the stretched opening as Yagi stops thrusting for a moment.

There is silence, and then there is pain. You hardly feel the initial penetration of Enji’s cock, but you do feel it when Yagi tries to move again. You can hardly breathe between the sandwich the 3 of you created and your comfort is practically ignored as they both begin to move at opposite tempos. “O-oh god!” With your eyes screwed shut and mouth agape the two men grunt against your ears.

Your g-spot and cervix are both pushed against as their thrusts become more impersonal. Endeavor grabs your arms from around Yagi’s neck before pulling them behind your back. Your legs tremble uselessly around Toshinori’s thighs. His breath huffing the more he exerted himself steam easily slipping from his lips the faster he went. “I’m gonna cum!” Endeavor grunts, pistoning out of you even faster than he was before. A hand rests on his shoulder and he’s shoved back making you whimper from the partial emptiness. “Not inside bastard.”

Yagi becomes his gental self again as his still hard cock slips from your entrance. He places you on the ground giving you time to prop yourself up before grabiing his dick and stroking it infront of your face. You are to fucked out to do anything but present yourself as a pretty little canvas as his cum paints your face. You lick the small drops painting your chin before flashing a coy smile, “Thank you Daddy!”

#tw: inc*st #endeavor smut #all might smut #endeavor x all might x reader #mha smut #problimatic works #mha x black reader

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harrywritingsbyme · 3 years

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The one about Harry's leather suit

Based Off Of This Ask

And This One

A/N: So I know it’s like a week late, but Harry won a Grammy...and I’m so proud of him. I wish I could’ve written this sooner, but I’m not as talented and as quick to come up with fic ideas like so many other writers on here. So I decided to just write a smutty and little blurb for y’all. This one was rlly hard to write, not bc I was writers block or anything; simply bc there were just too many good concepts to choose from. Plus the timeline of events of said concepts and the fic in general would be shitty and I didn’t want to jump from one time to a new one and not have a cohesive fic…that takes a lot of practice lmao. So I had to leave some stuff out even tho I rlly didn’t want to. But I hope what I was able to put together isn’t trash…the ending sucks but that’s okay I guess. enjoy🙃

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You were going absolutely insane right now. As you sat at the end of the bed and watched Harry get ready for his performance, you were finding it incredibly hard to maintain your composure and hold on to any shred of sanity you had left. Your eyes followed his every movement as he floated through the room, not once stopping to focus on something other than Harry. The only times you looked away were when he caught you redhanded staring at him. But even then, your eyes were trained right back on him once he wasn’t looking in your direction. As you sat there, you could feel your body becoming warmer and warmer, little beads of sweat forming along your forehead and the back of your neck as you watched him. You could also feel the area between your legs becoming stickier and stickier as the time went on. Now you always loved the clothes he wore on stage and how he made just about anything look great. You were also consistent with the mindset that Harry was the most gorgeous man to ever walk the earth.

But for some reason, in this moment he was even hotter than normal and you were completely obsessed with what he was wearing. His outfit managed to make him look even hotter than usual, his gorgeousness managed to make his outfit look even more stunning and hot, and the both of them together managed to push you to the brink of exploding into a billion tiny pieces. On top of all that, even though you knew his nerves were flowing regarding his first and opening performance at the Grammys where he was nominated an incredible three times, you could still feel his excitement and confidence radiating off of him. Which only contributed to you being pushed even closer to exploding into tiny pieces. The combination of feeling proud of Harry and his accomplishments, being very enamored for him, and being extremely hot and bothered over his mere existence was a whirlwind that only Harry could pull you out of.

“Okay, so how do I look babe?” Harry asks as he turns around to fully face you, his voice breaking you out of your riled up thoughts.

“You look great.” You quickly reply, trying to suppress the fiery need you had for him that was rumbling nearly uncontrollably inside of you.

“Are you alright Y/n? You seem a bit out of it.” He asks, his voice filled with concern. Well, pretend concern that is. He wasn’t going to just call you out on being so turned on right in front of his team; he wasn’t going to embarrass you like that. He was already doing it in very subtle ways. From keeping the bathroom door open a bit so that you could watch him change, to making sure to catch you staring at him, to even taking the time to shower you with love and attention. Harry knew exactly what he was doing to you and he got such a kick out of watching you crumble and become desperate for him. Maybe that was just his self proclaimed narcissism working in the form of a mild embarrassment kink. Either way though, Harry knew exactly what he was doing and he knew the effect all of the little things he did would have on you. He also knew that he’d have to take care of you before he was sucked into the madness of it all. No matter how much he loved driving you up the walls with his antics, whether it was turning you on beyond compare or annoying the hell out of you, Harry was always going to make sure you were alright. Plus it ended up working out in his favor since he could really use a pre-first time ever Grammy performance round to loosen him up and shake all the nerves that were running through his body. And you looked too cute just sitting there at the edge of the bed watching him.

“Hey Harry, how much time until we have to leave?” Harry asks his stylist, his attention still in your direction.

“A little over an hour.” His stylist promptly replies.

“Can I have 30 with Y/n please?” Harry asks, his attention still in your direction. He could see you beginning to squirm a bit under his gaze and he wasn’t going to let up until you two were all alone and he could dive into everything that was going on with you right in front of him.

“And not a second more Harry! And Y/n!” He replies, poking his head around the corner to point his response at you as well. “We have to get pictures and all before we leave.” He then proceeds to get the other two of his team members together and out of the the door. “And please don’t get anything on the clothes!” He shouts back, already having a pretty good idea as to what you two were about to get into before closing the door, leaving you and Harry all alone.

Without saying a single word to you, Harry steps closer to where you’re sitting on the bed and reaches out to grab your hands and pull you up from the bed. To which you immediately oblige and stand up in front of him at the end of the bed. And in what seemed like a blink of an eye, Harry switches positions with you, sitting at the end of the bed before pulling you right on top of him and into his lap.

“What are you-“

“Don’t act like you don’t want it.” Harry interjects, deciding that if he only had 30 minuets with you, he wasn’t going to be playing any games.

“But we only-“

“Do you want to stop throbbing down there or what?” He asks sternly, cutting you off again.

“M’throbbing so bad.” You sigh, completely giving into him and beginning to move yourself against him a bit.

“Why doll?” He asks, wrapping his hands around your thighs to pull you higher up into his lap before helping you move back and forth against him.

“You just look so good daddy.” You moan, letting out a little sigh at not only the image of him that was stuck in your head, but also at how good it felt to have some type of friction down there. You were craving any type of touch or attention from Harry and you were finally getting it.

“You like what daddy’s wearin’ for his performance?” He breathes out in response, beginning to get a bit more riled up himself. He was already quite turned on at how you were trying so hard to keep it together. But now you were on top of him, a little subby, and falling apart. He could feel his cock growing and growing in his pants beneath you. And the more you moved back and forth on him, the harder he got and the more desperate he became to have your walls around him.

“Mhm!” You whine, continuing to move back and forth against him. “Need you so bad!” You whimper, leaning into him a bit more so that you could dig your clit down into him. Which in turn causes your moans to become a tad higher.

“Is that little clit of yours tingling for daddy sweet girl?” He asks, bucking his hips up into you a couple times, picking up on the slight change in your movement. “Bet it’s nice and swollen f’me. Always so sensitive and ready to be played with.” He continues on, reminiscing on all the times where he made you squirt multiple times simply from toying with and sucking on your cute little bud.

To move things further along, Harry removes his hands from your thighs and he brings brings them up to your waist before lying back against the bed and pulling you higher up in his lap. You were so caught up in how good it felt to be relieving some of the pressure between your legs against the bump in Harry’s pants that you didn’t even notice Harry taking a peek underneath your dress.

“Well I see someone decided to wear panties today.” Harry chuckles as he pushes his index finger up between your folds a bit to pull the panties that your pussy had practically engulfed out, causing you to snap out of your pleasured trance.

“Figured it was appropriate for the occasion so I decided to just throw a pair on.” You explain through your soft pants, a cute little smile spreading across your face in the process.

“Cute. But if y’gonna wear panties sweets, make sure they can fit all of y’pussy.” He chuckles, admiring how the glistening and fleshy lips of your cunt practically swallowed up all of the material from your panties.

“But I thought you liked that daddy.” You whisper though a little pout, lifting your dress a little higher to take a peek down there yourself.

“I do sweet girl. It’s just that I prefer easy access y’know. Never know when I may wanna fuck you or eat your pretty little peach.” He explains. “Don’t want anything in the way.” He continues on, swiftly pulling your panties, which were pretty sticky by the way, to the side to expose your even stickier pussy to him. “Now that’s even cuter.” Harry huffs, his need to feel you growing by the second. You were so wet that all the curly little hairs around your pussy were completely matted from all of your sticky juices. He had to feel that around his cock.

“Thank you daddy.” You whisper back, feeling a warmth rising to your cheeks at his comment and the fact that he’s just ogling at your pussy. “Now it’s your turn.” You whisper excitedly, moving down off of his bulge some more and shifting your focus on undoing his pants. “I see someone didn’t have the same idea.” You note upon seeing that he was completely bare underneath his pants.

“Don’t like t’be confined baby, you know that.” He replies simply. “Again, easy access.”

“Just don’t get hard while you’re performing, you know how you get.” You warn. See, given the fact that Harry loved performing, on top of the fact that he was again, a self proclaimed narcissist, he tended to get a bit of a performance high so to speak. And as a result of that performance high, Harry would get excited. And since he is now a 3x Grammy nominee, and performing for that matter, that performance high was definitely going to be intensified.

Once you’ve completely undone his pants, you immediately push your hand down into them and you pull his cock out. At this point he was fully hard and throbbing, begging to be lodged in between your walls. You could see and feel all of the veins running up and down his shaft and his head was a reddish color with glistening precum beading at his slit. As you stare at his very sizable cock, you couldn’t help but be a little bit intimidated at his size. He was so big and even after the countless times he’s pushed into you, it was still incredibly hard to fathom all of him being able to fit inside. But that didn’t meant that you didn’t want him to be inside of you. So without wasting any more time, you lift yourself onto your knees and you move up to hover over Harry’s cock, keeping your hand wrapped around his hard yet soft shaft. When you do this, Harry uses his free hand to bunch your dress up at your hips so that he could watch you sink down onto him.

“Don’t be scared of it baby. Just take it inside like the good girl you are for daddy.” He encourages through his breaths, pulling your panties to the side a bit more. You then begin to lower yourself down onto him, stopping when you feel the thick crown of his cock nudging at you. Since you couldn’t really see, you feel your way around, pushing his cock around the warm and ready area between your legs. Once you have him positioned at your entrance, you begin to slowly sink down onto him.

“Oh my-fuck daddy!” You whimper, feeling the familiar sting that came along with taking Harry’s cock.

“Doin’ so good f’me baby!” Harry praises trough his grunts, becoming a bit overwhelmed at how good you feel around him. Your whines were like music to his ears as you filled yourself with him and your walls were like heaven.

By the time you make it a little over halfway down his cock, you’re all floaty and incredibly overwhelmed that you can’t even go any further without stopping. When you open your eyes to look down at Harry, you see him staring back at you with intense yet proud eyes and you couldn’t help but clench up around him a bit.

“Can I have more daddy?” You moan, moving mack and forth against the portion of his cock that was already inside of you. Instead of verbally replying to your question, Harry lets go of your panties and brings it up to your waist so that both hands were at your waist for him to guide you the rest of the way down. And as he does, the both of you let out the most frenzied moans, you and Harry feeling the deepest part of you becoming full with his cock. There were even little tears welling up in your eyes because it just felt so good. When you’re fully sitting in his lap again, you immediately begin moving against him. You have keep both hands planted on his bare chest as you grind and bounce yourself on his cock

“Fuck Y/n! Takin’ me so well doll.” Harry grunts, keeping his hands tightly wrapped around your hips as you move. Even though your movements were a bit sloppy, they were still nothing short of perfect. At some points you’d get a good bouncing rhythm going, lifting yourself and dropping back down onto him over and over again. And then you’d hit that spot inside of you, and you’d just keep yourself down and grind and circle your hips around to apply pressure and friction to that spot with his cock. Other times you’d be moving on his cock, but you’d be digging your clit into the slightly coarse hairs surrounding Harry’s cock, that being your biggest pleasure point. Harry was positive that your little button would be all swollen and even more sensitive than it already was once you were done but you could’ve cared less. All you were concerned about was feeling good. And so was Harry.

He loved and thought you looked absolutely cute being all selfish and trying your hardest to relieve yourself. While you were consumed with pleasuring yourself, you were in turn pleasuring Harry in ways that were beyond belief. On top of the obvious fact that your walls were the best and the only thing Harry ever wanted to be around his cock, your juices were also playing a part in his pleasure. Since you were practically gushing around him, your juices were constantly flowing out of you. They were dripping right out of you, down from his cock, and down to his balls and even further to his entrance. It felt so good to Harry, he wished he could have more. You were making him feel so good that his moans were just a song of your praises.

But even though you were making Harry feel absolutely amazing, you were becoming exhausted. At this point, it was too much and you could barely hold yourself up let alone keep moving back and forth against him. Upon seeing this, Harry takes control of it all and flips you two over so that he’s on top of you. When he does this, his cock slips out of you. But instead of immediately pushing back inside, Harry brings his hands to your thighs to push them apart before pulling your panties back over to the side and attaching him mouth to your oh so sensitive clit. When you feel Harry suckling on your clit, you lose it. You could feel him suckling and sucking on your button, quickly flicking his tongue back and forth against you, not once letting up. You could also feel him using his free hand to lightly scratch at the inside of your thigh which was also very sensitive. Harry then lets up from your clit to give you one wide lick from your entrance all the way up to your clit before going back to sucking at it. And at that moment, you realize that you wouldn’t be able to wait and cum with him. You just let go right then and there. To be more specific, you squirt all over the lower portion of Harry’s face and part of his chest. When he feels your warm juices splashing against his face, he begins to suck even harder; making your moans intensify and your hands tug even harder on his hair. Once you’ve stopped squirting, Harry detaches his mouth from your clit, and quickly licks and slobbers all over you before coming back up. Even though your juices were all warm, it was still a little refreshing considering the fact that he was quite literally burning up in the all leather look that you loved so much.

“Now what you have between your legs is a Grammy winning pussy sweetheart. And it deserves every other award there is to give.” He praises through a chuckle, causing you to let out a little, tired out laugh. Harry was completely in awe at how amazing your cunt was and what you just did. But he doesn’t spend too much time being in awe though because he can feel his release bubbling in his lower stomach and the time he has left with you was running low. So he taps his cock against your very pink and swollen clit before sinking back into you and going right into pistoning himself in and out of you over and over again. With every stroke, Harry could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge. He could also feel you tightening your walls up around him with every thrust. You were incredibly sensitive from your last release and you were on the brink of another. Whenever he slams back into you, he almost grinds up against you, aka your clit.

“Gonna cum again daddy!” You cry out to him, digging your heels into the bed and clawing at the sheets, feeling a second wave building up inside of you.

“Cum with me baby.” Harry growls, feeling himself approaching the edge of his release. And with two more swift thrusts, you and Harry are catapulted off of the edge. As you squirt for the second time (thank goodness he had them pushed down far enough so that they wouldn’t get all wet), Harry unloads all he has into you, dropping his head into your neck as he releases spurt after spurt of his cum into you.

After a minuet or two of catching his breath, Harry lifts his face from your neck and he slowly pulls himself from you, making sure to quickly pull your panties back over to keep his cum from spilling out and making an even bigger mess between your legs. And to really keep all of that cum secure inside of you, he pushes your panties back up between the lips of your pussy. They were going to end up in there anyways so why not.

“Thanks for the sugar high doll.” He hums as he hovers over your disheveled and adorably fucked out figure, his bended knee right between your limp and spread legs. “I love you” He softly sings with a dopey smile. Proceeding to bring his hand up to lightly choke you and cup your chin before connecting his lips with your slightly parted ones for a kiss. It was supposed to be And as he sponges his lips against yours, you could feel his tongue gliding perfectly against yours, taking complete control and exploring your mouth.

“I love you too.” You reply with a little laugh once he pulls away from your lips, still floaty from it all.

He then stands up and pulls his undone pants back up. He looked absolutely gorgeous right then and there. When you see your phone lying on the bed where you tossed it a little bit earlier, you quickly reach over and grab it to capture a quick snap of that undeniably hot moment that was right in front of your eyes. His pants were undone like they were when he first put the clothes on and because you missed out on that first opportunity to capture him like that, you weren’t going to miss out on this one. Especially when he’s covered in that amazing post sex glow.

“Are you takin’ pictures of me?” He smirks as he begins to do his pants back up.

“Mhm, how could I not?!” You ask, dropping the phone back onto the bed to fully take in his actions in front of you. “Plus, I want to be the first to memorialize this suit.”

“Well you’re first one to christen it that’s for sure.” Harry jokes. “I do look pretty hot though if I do say so myself.” Harry admires, looking into the mirror beside him.

“Very hot. The leather is just doing it for me for some reason.” You admire.

“Well m’glad you like it sweets.” He Hums “Gotta get up though, I have a feeling they’re about to kick down the door.” He replies, quickly doing his pants back up before leaning over to grab you up from the bed.

“Cant feel my legs.” You tiredly huff, doing your best to move with Harry’s tugging motions.

“Well if I win on Sunday you won’t be feeling your legs for the entire week.” He replies mater of factly.

“And if you don’t?” You ask, deciding to poke at him a bit as you sit at the end of the bed.

“You won’t be feeling your legs for the entire week.” He chuckles, repeating his previous statement.

“Now I’m really looking forward to Sunday. I mean…I get to watch you perform in this suit again, I get to watch you achieve something major in your career, and I get the opportunity to be railed at the end of it all. I’m the real winner here.” You happily reply to Harry before falling back onto the bed.

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mizunetzu · 3 years

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can I request bakugou x male reader where femboyreader is smol, pretty quite and nice, and suprisingly are really ruthless on the battlefield and bakugou is just wondering where he got it from. Until next week bakugou meets his father's and brothers and all of them are tall and very manly men. But civil and nice. Hope you have a nice day,😊

LMAO THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE

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Bakugou x reader - My Cute Boyfriend and His Tough-Ass Family

⚠️warnings - femboy reader, if that’s a trigger?

Pronouns - male, he/him

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Bakugou didn’t know where it came from.

One minute he was small and weak, wearing a new, girly hair pin everyday and complimenting one of the girls on their newly painted nails. The next thing he knew, he was just as batshit crazy as him during hero practice.

“Eat shit and die!” Bakugou flung across the air, sending a big blast over to (Y/n’s) location. (Y/n) sped away, dodging it with his quirk. He growled.

“Go to fucking hell!”

“Like hell I would, shit-for-brains! Suck my dick!” Bakugou landed on the ground, softening the impact with a blast pointed towards the floor. He stood there, a few good feet away from (Y/n). They were both breathing heavily, glaring down each other like they wanted to absolutely murder the other.

(Y/n) let out a piercing battle cry, before charging head first towards Bakugou and bringing his arms out to tackle him. Bakugou followed suite, charging towards him like a bull with his arm outstretched to deck him in the face.

They got closer and closer, Bakugou’s flashy explosions igniting in the air while (Y/n’s) quirk began to power up. Closer, closer, until-

“Times up!”

All might yelled over the intercom, and both students skidded awkwardly to a stop. Bakugou tumbled over with an angry shout, and (Y/n) sputtered, tripping over Bakugou’s torso making him fall to the ground as well.

“Get offa’ me, crossdresser!”

“I’m not a crossdresser, spiky bitch!”

“Your hero costume is literally a fucking skirt-!”

“Alright alright, young men! The battle is over, no need to keep fighting!” All Might awkwardly chuckled from the intercom. (Y/n) pouted, and swept himself off of Bakugou. Bakugou scoffed aswell, not even looking at (Y/n) as they both walked towards the observation building.

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“Aaah! Katsuki! I’m sorry for yelling at you during hero training today!”

(Y/n) jogged up to Bakugou, gently clutching his backpack straps and slowing down to a walk. Bakugou huffed. There he went again, that totally insane side of him that came from absolutely nowhere was gone.

“Like I care, shit-for-brains.”

“A-anyways,” (Y/n) cleared his throat. “Do you wanna study at my house today? Or just...y’know, hangout?”

(Y/n) blushed as he ended his question. Bakugou stared down at him. If he told someone this was the same person yelling insults and profanities on the battlefield while fucking shit up, they’d think he was lying.

“(Y/n’s) house?” Bakugou mumbled to himself. “I don’t think I’ve ever been there before...”

“Sorry, did you say something? You’re not really the type to mumb-“

“I didn’t say shit, shittyass! Go die!” Bakugou yelled. (Y/n) chuckled.

“Yeah, yeah, I don’t think you’ve ever been to my house either.” (Y/n) sighed. Bakugou scoffed and shoved his hands further down his pockets. “You better make a good impression on my family, or they probably won’t let me hang out with you anymore.”

His family was probably just as fragile and dainty as him, was what Bakugou thought. He already saw the hugs and kisses and the “Hello, Mrs. and Mr. (L/n)” he’d have to choke out. He rolled his eyes.

“Whatever.”

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“I’m home!”

A woman’s voice echoed through the house as (Y/n) and Bakugou both took off their shoes.

“Welcome back!”

“I brought my boyfriend over mom! Bakugou Katsuki-the one I was telling you about!”

He heard his mom gasp and timper into the entrance of the house, wearing an apron and holding a wooden spoon. Bakugou was right. Dainty, fragile mother; dainty, fragile (Y/n).

Bakugou cleared his throat, suppressing the gag that was about to come out.

“P-pardon the intrusion.”

“...Ehhhh? (Y/n), don’t tell me you brought one of your little dress-up friends over.” A different voice came from behind both (Y/n) and Bakugou. A young, male voice. Bakugou whipped his head around.

“Haaah?!”

“Ooooh! Feisty!”

The boy, who couldn’t be older than a middle schooler, cracked his knuckles. There was something so familiar about the way he talked.

“What’d you say to me, you extra?!”

“K-katsuki...” (Y/n) whisper-yelled, wrapping his arms around Bakugou in attempts to hold him back. The boy laughed in his face.

Just as the boy was about to say something, an older boy chopped him in the back of the neck, effectively subduing the smaller one.

“Shut up! (Y/n) said he was bringing his boyfriend over! Don’t scare him away like we do all of his other friends.”

Bakugou looked up at the older one. He looked about his age, but damn was he tall. And muscular too. The boy from before may have been at least athletic-looking, but this guy just...

“W-who the hell-?!”

“Now, now boys. Don’t need to get so physical.” A deeper, throaty voice came from down the hallway, it’s heavy footsteps growing louder and louder as it came closer. A tall, well built man came through the hall, crossing his arms. You could clearly see his muscles bulge through his office shirt. “Did you all come back from school? Welcome back.”

All three boys chorused out a string of hellos. Bakugou looked from who he assumed was the dad, then the two boys, than (Y/n).

There was no way in hell they were related.

“Are-“ Bakugou croaked. “Are you adopted or something?!”

“Katsuki!”

His mother laughed, covering her mouth with her free hand. (Y/n’s) mother was the only one who Bakugou would assume was, well, his mother. But these...men?

“You’re probably the only person who didn’t go running once they saw these boys in our house, Katsuki. A lot of (Y/n’s) little friends go running because Natsu teases them too much or Kaito and his father scares them off.”

“This one’s different, mom!” (Y/n) intertwined his hands with Bakugou’s. “Sometimes I yell and get all bwaaah during training-but he doesn’t mind!”

“Oh, well that’s good,” (Y/n’s) father ran a hand through his hair. “That explains why he hasn’t ran off the moment we walked in.”

Bakugou blinked. (Y/n) leaned in close. “Trust me, it happened before.”

(Y/n) timpered off to greet his brothers. Bakugou looked between all 3 boys. Despite how built and tall these testosterone-soaked males were, the way they talked and carried themselves gave off the same energy (Y/n) did during hero training. Was that where he got it? From these...men?

(Y/n) was forced into a headlock, his brother laughing scrubbing at his forehead as (Y/n) groaned. He thrashed around, albeit laughing, and tried to pry off his brothers hands.

“Come on-I thought you were training to be a hero! Where’s your muscles, huh?”

“I could easily throw you into the sun, don’t start. You’re just jealous I look better in skirt than you do.”

“Bullshit! I’m sexy as fuck!” His grip was temporarily loosened, giving (Y/n) the opportunity to slip out. “It’s not my fault none of your skirts fit me!”

“...But you know who it would fit?” (Y/n’s) other brother, the middle schooler, turned mischievously towards Bakugou.

“Hell no.”

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“I’m going to fucking murder you.”

“Hey, now. That’s not very hero-like.”

“Yeah Katsuki! Not very heroic of you.”

“Murder is no good. You’ll get (Y/n)-nii’s dress dirty.”

Bakugou shook with anger as he stood in (Y/n’s) room. He sported a pink, frilly, strawberry-pink dress, that had small strawberries littered around it and stopped below his knees. His muscles peeked through the soft thin material of the dress, and the way he stood with his legs spread apart angrily was hidden under the layers of pink.

“Oh! Oh! Wait!” (Y/n) stepped into his closet with an excited smile. After a few seconds of rustling and shoving away hangers, (Y/n) popped back out with a matching dress on. His dress, however, had a baby blue tint with small blueberries scattered across the fabric.

(Y/n) did a little twirl. “Don’t I look pretty, Katsuki?”

Bakugou, crossed his arms, doing whatever it took to suppress the blush growing on his face. “Sure...whatever.”

(Y/n) happily stood next to Bakugou, smoothing out the crinkles in his blueberry dress and grabbing hold of Bakugou’s hand. “Tada~! We match~”

“You guys look like the strawberry and blueberry milk boxes I buy from vending machines at school.”

“Haah?!” (Y/n) gripped Bakugou’s hand harder. “What’d you say?!”

Bakugou stole a glance at (Y/n’s) angry face. Not gonna lie, he thought it was a bit attractive when he looked like he was gonna beat up his own brother in a frilly blue dress. He pursed his lips.

These guys taught (Y/n) well. If (Y/n) wasn’t as intense as he was during hero work, he didn’t think he’d ever fall in love with him, not the same way he is right now, at least. He felt sorta glad his family wasn’t a soft, fragile family of extras. Bakugou closed his eyes, and smirked.

“Yeah! The fuck’d you say to us, you lil punks?!”

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oofashwritesfanfic · 3 years

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Day 7: strip tease

[+18]

[ Eijirou Kirishima x fem!reader]

[ mafia AU-ish]

[Kink: strip tease]

[Warning: stripping , mutual masturbation , teasing , alcohol mentions]

[I do not own the characters or art , story is mine , all characters are 20/21]

He frequented the club often , long red hair usually pulled up into a half - bun or left loose to frame his face , piercing crimson hues that felt more intimidating than they needed to be , but not to mention the way that white button up shirt clung to those strong muscles , a tattoo peeking out on his left arm , which you only saw if he rolled up his sleeves. He had that big toothy grin that made your heart skip a beat. You were very much attracted to him and lucky you , you learnt the name of the red head , Eijirou Kirishima. Apart of Katsuki Bakugou's family , his right hand man.

Though that wasn't really the most pressing concern currently , your most pressing concern was he paid for you. A private dance and nothing more , though he slipped to one of the other girls he wanted to see you strip down to nothing and watch you play with yourself in front of him. Of course what had you flustered was the fact that you weren't use to the private dances and you always had the other girls watching your back...

But now as you walked into the private room dressed on a little outfit one of the other girls picked , it was easy to see he was already pleased , the way the dress clung to your frame and the way those heels made your legs look was... well it was fucking sexy. He had to adjust himself in his seat. "Hello , I'm Cherry." A simple stage name that didn't require a lot of thought. "It's nice to meet you sweetheart." He'd say back. "You look a bit nervous." He then added. "Little bit. I'm not use to private shows alone." You admitted as you got on the small stage in front of him.

From where he was sitting it was hard for the male to miss anything , the thick of your thighs or those pretty breasts of yours... ah it was beautiful to him. "Do you need a shot or two to loosen up?" He asked leaning back in his seat and you shook your head , you had already done so , you could feel the alcohol slowly working through your system , making you feel good. "Alright then , start whenever you're ready." He said , he didn't mind it , that anxious movement , it was different , though...

The moment you started moving your hips to the beat of the music and running your hands along your frame , it was like you were a completely different person , like you were possessed by a demon. The glint in those eyes was something that caught him off guard , they were lustfilled , something he rarely saw because most women in this line of work , to him at least , had a sense of greed rather than genuine lust. He had to bite his bottom lip as he watched you step down from the stage to stand right in front of him. "Unzip me baby~" you hummed , the alcohol seemingly doing it's job.

He did just that , his fingers finding the zip on the dress , it was on your back so you had to lean down and balance yourself on the chair , your face barely inches from his. The feeling of his fingers touching your back had you biting your bottom lip. "Goddamn , do you let your clients touch you like this?" He'd ask , crimson hues flickering from yours to your lips and then your cleavage. He had an urge to bury his face in there... fuck it was so sexy. "No , just important ones..." you whispered , barely brushing your lips against his before you found your way to the stage , with the dress now loose and unzipped it was easier for him to see your skin. Unmarked and untouched by anything. You were sitting on the edge , fingers teasingly tugging at the straps that were still holding the dress up.

You could see he was becoming impatient and to tease him further , you decided to slip your hands under your tight little dress and slowly peeled away the thong you were wearing. He took a deep breath and just watched you as you tossed it to him. "It's a shame you can't touch me. I'm sure those big strong hands would feel good against me... against my skin~" you hummed , now standing up once more stripping off the dress in another teasing manner , your back to him so he could stare at that beautiful ass of yours , before you turned around and gave him a view of those precious tits that were so close to him earlier. Now you were in full nude for him , the only thing you really had on was the jewelry and heels.

"Can I pay extra to feel ya...?" He asked and you smiled , sitting on the edge of the stage once again , legs spread showing him your cunt , you were wet... having him watch you , made you wet and he was equally as excited that much was visible from his cock straining in the confines of his pants. "Nope~" you hummed , your fingers trailing along your skin , from your collar bone teasingly over your now erect nipples and then over your stomach. Your lips were slightly parted as you watched his expression. He was getting needy just as much as you were... "take it out." You said to him and he didn't hesitate in standing up and unbuckling his belt to get to the zipper of his trousers , letting out his cock. Immediately once out of those tight confines it twitched and it was already leaking precum.

His eyes didn't leave your hand as it dipped between your thighs , your middle finger easing over your slick folds and then touching your clit earning a quiet moan from you. "Fuck..." his own hand wrapped around his shaft and he started jerking himself off. "Keep touching yourself for me baby..." He'd say and you did , you were rubbing your clit for him before you eased your fingers into your slick , moaning from the sensation of your fingers but more so from him... how intently he watched you , you looked so pretty to him. Watching you get off to him getting off... fuck it was so arousing.

So much so that he got closer. "I won't touch you." He warned , his hand moving back and forth , he was fantasizing about you touching him... the feeling of your mouth around the thick of his cock... or the way your pussy would clench around him... ah he really couldn't think straight , he was basically standing between your legs as he watched you. "Sir... I'm going to cum..." you had two fingers buried deep inside you , it definitely wasn't enough to mimic his size. It would have been at least three or four of your fingers. You wanted him to just bury himself inside you , but you knew you couldn't which you were okay with for now but you didn't know how long it would last. Especially with the sounds of his moans against your ear , it was making you dizzy.

"Me too... fuck baby... cum with me... let's cum together..." he breathed out heavily , both your movements were getting erratic and neither of you stopped , not until you both moaned rather loudly , which the music managed to drown out , both your juices covering one another , his hot load squirting out onto your stomach and your love juices squirting out onto his pants , lucky you , it wasn't noticeable.

"Fuck you're so good..." he mumbled , his head dipping down to rest on your shoulder. "Hmm.." you hummed in response. "Next time... let me take you out for a meal... you won't be working then will you?" He asked you and you shook your head. "Meaning you can go all the way with me." He whispered as he looked at you now , lips barely inches from yours. "Yeah... I won't be..." you whispered back. "I'll pick you up Friday then..." he whispered , kissing your cheek. "Take the day off." He immediately said and fixed himself up and even cleaned you up before he walked off.

Honestly... you were kinda excited for it.

[Longer than usual I guess lmao , but I hope you enjoyed :)]

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 3 years

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that kind of morning, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: You’re really bad at waking up. Big sleepyhead with foggy memory kind of bad. Your brain is on autopilot. Hm, kind of hard to pilot when everything seems out of place. And you’re mildly hungover. Ow. You just ran into a muscular chest. Who could that be?

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; morning after a wild night; graphic descriptions of sexual acts and a tiny bit of smut–while on the phone (fem reader, nipple play, dry humping, hint of a handjob); non-idol!BTS; basically sleepy and slightly hungover reader trying to piece together life lmao

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Most people make their worst decisions at night.

Not you. You make your worst decisions in the morning.

Maybe it's because you don't drink coffee.

"Ow!"

Was your bed always that high? Huh. You squinted in the sunlight filtering through the window, far too bright for your sensitive eyes. Instead, you occupied yourself with sniffing the t-shirt you were wearing. It smelled clean, like fabric softener. Also, it was white. Generally, you didn't buy white shirts since they dirtied easily. A miracle that this one wasn't stained.

You stumbled through the bedroom door – was it always that far? – and smacked your nose into a wall.

"Ow!"

"Ah!"

A moving wall. Wait, not a wall. A shirtless guy. Oh. It had been that kind of night.

You rubbed your nose. "Erm, hello. You're still here, huh?" you mumbled.

The guy blinked at you. "What do you mean? This is my apartment."

Oh. That's why everything seemed unfamiliar. Now that you looked at him, he was pretty attractive. Long dark hair, large brown eyes, dark brows, shapely pink lips with a mole underneath his lower lip. He had two more on his nose and cheek. Lightly tanned skin and a cute confused face. Huh. Nice muscles too. Good for him.

"Alright, I'll be on my way then, uh..." you trailed off awkwardly, pushing past him. The events of last night were hazy and your head hurt a little, although not so bad that you couldn't function. You were just poorly functioning because you weren't a morning person.

"Do you want coffee or something?" the guy asked, following you. He sounded a little worried.

"Nah, I don't drink coffee," you muttered, holding onto the wall as you walked down the unfamiliar narrow hallway. "Stains your teeth."

Speaking of teeth, your breath was probably awful. Hopefully that poor guy didn't breathe near you. Come to think of it, this wasn't what you were wearing last night. It was probably his shirt, considering the large size. Where were your clothes? Oh, look, a bathroom.

"I could order us some breakfast," the guy continued as you stuck your head into the bathroom and saw the sink. There was a black toothbrush and a crumpled tube of toothpaste, definitely not yours. A black cup for rinsing one's mouth, with a winking emoji printed on it. A black shirt bunched up and half-falling off the sink. Deodorant. Cologne. You picked it up and sniffed it. A clean scent. Didn't make you want to throw up. Awesome.

You flicked on the faucet and shoved your hands under it. Cold. Fuck. Whatever. You cupped some and brought your hands to your face, dripping water everywhere, and cursing under your breath before gargling some. Best you could do. You spied something red out of the corner of your eye. What was that? You squinted at the towel rack through the mirror, water trickling down your chin. There was a thin scrap of ripped lace fabric on the hanging white towels.

The guy was still talking.

"I can get you a spare toothbrush? Do you want some cleanser to wash your face?"

He had a pleasant voice, a little deep. Clear, smooth. Made you think of a cool, refreshing breeze.

Wait.

Were those your red panties on the towel rack?

You winced at the mirror. Welp. Those were done for. Didn't look like you could salvage them. You suddenly felt a chilly draft on your bare ass. Your arms were still dripping water as you leaned down and splashed your cheeks. Guess you'll just have to figure something out. You turned off the water and wiped your face off with your palm. A white hand towel appeared. You took it, seeing the guy's tattooed hand and arm. Sexy. He had an emoji tattooed onto his knuckle of a sheepish, crooked smile.

Kind of looked like you, at the moment.

You dried your face and hands.

"Thanks, but it's fine, I'll just go home so I don't bother you," you said, folding the towel and placing it on the sink before moving past him and his curious expression.

"You're not bothering me. I want to make your morning comfortable."

You noticed your red dress from last night on the ground. The thin straps were torn off and there was a distinct, dark stain down the front. Hmm. You vaguely remembered scooping your tits out and smashing them against his hard dick and dropping a stream of spit down your chest for lubrication before furiously tit-fucking him and making him cum all over your collarbones and neck.

Ah.

Well.

That dress was fucked.

"Can I borrow this shirt? I'll give it back," you said, turning around to see the guy's face bright pink, staring at your dress on the ground.

"Uh, yeah, sure, whatever you want," he rambled, shifting awkwardly. He was wearing light gray sweatpants. You looked down. He shifted away quickly, but it was pretty hard to disguise that tent.

You scratched your head. Hm. "Say, uh..." you trailed off again.

He blinked with those big chocolatey eyes. "Oh, um, Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook."

He stuck his hand out. You shook it, fitting your hand in his, suddenly remembering when you grabbed it and put it between your legs, smearing your juices from his wrist to his forearm and grinding onto his muscle, flexing your opening on his skin as he moaned darkly into your ear.

Ah.

You let go.

You were probably past handshakes, but, oh well?

"Right, erm, Jungkook, do you know where my jacket is?" you asked sheepishly.

Jungkook whipped his head around, sending his black hair flying everywhere. "I think... it's in the living room?" You remembered running your hands through that hair, panting in his face as he shoved you against the wall, two fingers on your clit and rubbing furiously, those big chocolate eyes watching you come undone under him.

He moved past you and you flattened against the wall, not touching him. Hm. This increased clarity as you continued to wake up was starting to make this more and more, uh... less chill? Weird? Awkward? You followed him at a slight distance, lifting your head to see his back. Your eyes widened. Long red scratches up and down his defined back, caused by your fingernails as he fucked you violently into his bed, your thighs clasped around his waist and his name in your mouth, his thick cock making your pussy so tight and full that you felt like you were going to explode, so completely jammed with pleasure that you couldn't stop moaning.

Erm. Hm. You kind of needed panties with the sudden leakage happening down there.

Oh shit, did you use protection? You frowned as you screwed up your eyes to think. Yes. You did. Jungkook had grabbed them from his nightstand and spilled the whole box, thus causing you both to scramble to detach one in your and his haste.

For.

Er.

Fucking like animals.

You both got one condom and ended up using both.

"Ah, here."

You reached out and took your long-line black leather jacket from Jungkook. That's right. You'd worn that red satin dress with this jacket and black high heels. You spied them by the mat at what you assumed was the front door. Jungkook wasn't looking at you. His face was red. You slipped on the jacket. Smelled the rum still sticking to it. Right. You went to the club, got a drink, and Jungkook had knocked into you, spilling it into your jacket. It was an accident, but that was fine, because Jungkook was hot and you bribed him into talking to you by asking him to buy you another drink.

Super cute with his apologies, nervously speaking to you all night before loosening up with a few drinks and beginning to tease you, little by little, until you were in his apartment, getting your jacket slipped off your shoulders and his mouth on your newly exposed skin.

The memory made you reach up to touch your left shoulder. You winced. Peered under the jacket and shirt to see a giant purple hickey.

"Oh... er, sorry..." Jungkook sputtered sheepishly. "You seemed really into it at the time."

There was damn waterfall between your legs now.

"I was," you replied, a little too quickly. "Uh, I mean, I am. Was great."

You facepalmed. Jungkook jumped, startled that you slapped your own face.

"Sorry, I'm not a morning person. What I meant to say was last night was amazing and I had a great time," you sighed. "You were wonderful. And hot. And sexy. And I'd do it again."

Jungkook blinked at you with those big chocolatey eyes.

"O... oh."

He seemed torn on whether to believe you or not. To be fair, your voice was hoarse and you sounded half-dead. Plus, your speech was a little cliché. Sigh. You struggled to retain brain function, shaking your head roughly. It always took you a long time to wake up and it was worse when you weren't home doing your usual routine. You furrowed your brows, raising your head to frown at Jungkook.

Hold on.

"Don't you work for my dad?"

Jungkook started, eyes shifting.

"Er... yeah."

Did you just fuck one of the waiters at your dad's high-end restaurant? All night?

Huh.

What are the chances?

You were going to have to see Jungkook later that night, since you were the hostess.

"You know, Jungkook," you said, realizing why you had spoken to him last night, why it was fun and familiar banter, why he was so cute to you, and why it had been such a good chance. "Let's not tell my dad about this."

Jungkook's eyes went shifty again. "Yeeeeeeeah... let's not."

Your dad meant well. He was loud and brash by nature and scared every human being that hadn't lived under his roof for decades. Speaking of living under his roof... Maybe you shouldn't go home smelling like rum and Jungkook's cologne, wearing his t-shirt and no panties.

"You... sure you wanna go home?" Jungkook asked, chewing on his lip. You noticed he looked a bit disappointed. Sad.

"Actually," you sheepishly began. "Maybe I shouldn't. Not until Papa leaves the house." You twisted your mouth to one side and poked your index fingers together. Awkward. "Your offer for breakfast still stands?"

He brightened. "Yeah. Yeah, of course. What do you want?" He held up the phone form the coffee table. "We can order something."

Your eyes shifted to the phone. Ten missed calls.

"I would call Papa first," you muttered, walking forward and taking the phone from him. You felt his body heat, the closeness of his bare torso. He smelled nice. Jungkook made a surprised noise, only now realizing he had picked up your phone by accident. You slipped your other arm around him and pulled him to you, inhaling his scent. He made another squeak of confusion as you pressed your lips to his warm chest.

Mmm. Nice.

You phone vibrated violently and you answered it without looking, kissing Jungkook's skin softly, hearing him gasp and stifle his moan as the sharp bark of your name blasted from the phone speaker.

"Where are you?!" Your dad was yelling at the top of his lungs. Jungkook shivered under you. He probably thought your dad was pissed, but he was only worried.

"I'm fine. Slept over at a friend's since I went to the bars last night."

"Oh, fuck, sheesh," your dad grumbled, swearing repeatedly. Your lips began to travel and Jungkook was smacking your arm impatiently, shaking his head, mouthing at you, are you crazy, what the fuck are you doing, before he clenched his jaw and tipped his head back as you began to lazily lick his dark nipple, feeling it harden with your touch.

"Are you eating?" your dad barked in your ear.

"Mhm, can't start the day unless you eat," was your reply, grinning around Jungkook's nipple as his face was becoming more panicked by the second.

"That's right," your dad huffed. "What are you eating?"

"Korean."

Jungkook gave you an exasperated, pained look that quickly turned to ecstasy, placing a hand over his mouth and muffling his moan as you sucked in his nipple, bringing your hips into his sweatpants, the tent returning.

"Hah, fine, would it kill you to fucking call so I don't think you're dead?" Now that you were an adult, your dad didn't bother filtering his cursing anymore.

"Ah, sorry, sorry," you replied, very apologetically and sweetly, grabbing a handful of Jungkook's ass and ramming his rock-hard cock into your crotch, clamping your thighs around it. Jungkook was flailing his one free hand and pressing the other over his mouth, trying not to make a fucking sound.

"I'll remember next time. Promise, Papa."

You heard your dad let out a puff of air. "Hmph. Fine. Don't forget you have to work tonight. I'll let you have the day after off..."

You raised your eyebrows, switching sides and slowly flicking your tongue on Jungkook's nipple, thighs sliding back and forth on Jungkook's clothed length. He was losing it above you, muting his cries and rutting against your thighs to match your pace and add more simulation.

"I thought the other hostess was on vacation for a couple more days?"

"I asked your mother to cover for you," your dad grunted. "You should have some free time while you're still young. Have some fucking fun before you die. That's why I work."

"Ah... okay, thanks Papa. I love you."

"Love you too," was your dad's reply, not so gruff anymore, but warmer and kinder.

He hung up.

You dropped the phone from your ear.

Jungkook gasped a lungful of air, throwing his hand aside now that he could finally breathe, turning into a high-pitched yelp when you yanked his pants down, shoving his cock between your thighs again, but skin on skin this time, angling him down, the head smearing pre-cum in your mid-thigh. Ah, yes, what a pleasant surprise it had been when you saw this pretty cock for the first time, looking so perfect squashed between your tits.

"B-But breakfast..." he choked out between moans.

"I'm getting it," you panted, grinning, sliding up and down his hot stiffness, feeling it twitch. "Best to have some protein in the morning."

Jungkook clenched his jaw, horny and indignant.

"Korean? Really?"

You switched to your hand, kneeling down as you stroked his stiff length hard and fast, giving him a devilish open-mouthed smirk, wet tongue sliding out.

"Hey, I didn't lie."

wondering how Jungkook feels about all this? that kind of evening.

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volleychumps · 4 years

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I think I've seen this done before but I wanted to see your take on it; could you do hcs/scenarios (up to you) for daichi, iwa, akaashi, yaku, and kita (if you write for him) of their s/o calling them by their full name? Maybe with an unreadable expression on their face (in reality they just to see their reactions)? I chose the boys who are generally viewed as the responsible and sensible type lol; I hope this isn't confusing. I adore the way you write, and thank you so much!!

ahah I’m still getting used to characterization for Kita, and I’m really tired tonight guys- have some headcannons tho;)

Calling Them By Their Full Name w/ Daichi, Iwaizumi, Akaashi, and Yaku

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Daichi

- “Y/N, give me one second-” “Dai, please- you have so many pairs of sneakers for practice-”

- tightens his grip on your hand to keep you from going anywhere as he examines the over-priced shoes sitting through the glass , and you sigh before hardening your voice while masking a giggle

- “Daichi Sawamura.”

- immediately stiffens, turning 100% of his attention to you and kind of standing at attention while eyeing you worriedly as if you had just hit him

- Gently loosens his grip on your hand before tilting his head slightly in confusion when you almost breaks into a fit of giggles, the captain scratching the back of his neck guiltily

- “Are you hungry? I’m sorry for being inconsiderate, we can go eat now-”

- winces when you punch him playfully in the shoulder in passing, walking ahead of him, now slightly irritable that that was his first reaction

- like damn you were kind of hungry but he didn’t have to asSUME

- “Why are you mad?” as he frowns, attempting to grab your hand and succeeding before making you stop walking to face him, Daichi genuinely confused as you resist the urge to hug him

- “...why do you think I’m mad?”

- “...you didn’t call me Dai...” he mumbles before narrowing his eyes when you laugh, stroking his cheek gently as he catches on, looking at you in an unamused manner

- “That’s not funny.” “You’re cute when you worry, Dai.”

Iwaizumi

- “Iwa~!” “Y/N, not in school.”

- doesn’t notice the look of dissappointment that passes across your face when he takes your arms from around his neck loosely, your arms drooping by your side as he openly rejects your hug in the middle of the halls

- heart been broke too many times

- turns on his heel to begin walking in the direction of your next class before realizing you’re not standing next to him

- “Iwaizumi Hajime.”

- blinks at your unreadable expression as you turn in the opposite direction, not realizing that you were holding in your chuckles from the way his face fell

- “What?” “See you later, Iwaizumi-san?”

- catches your wrist before you can make it far down the hall, ignoring your protests as he tugs you into a nearby empty classroom and shutting the door tightly behind him

- “Iwa-” “So it’s Iwa now?”

- narrows his eyes at your even smile, tilting your head teasingly as your boyfriend figures it out before sighing

- rolls his eyes as he pulls you into his chest by the waist, holding you there until you still in his arms

- “This is what you wanted, right? Don’t call me that.” “Eh, but you hate it when-”

- “Not when you do it, alright?” As he tightens his hold on you, and you softly smile into his shoulder as he pulls back abruptly, gaze hardening all over again

- “-Don’t tell shittykawa I said that.” “aaaand the moment’s over. Just get me to class already, Iwa.”

Akaashi

- “’Kaashi!” “Sh. Give me a minute, I have to talk to the sensei.”

- lmao what did this mf just shush you-

- Doesn’t see the way your energy depletes, pouting a little bit when Akaashi turns his back towards you, and you huff and decide to go on ahead of him before he can notice

- you weren’t really that mad you just wanted to mess with him

- so when he comes back not even three minutes later, he’s literally like what the hell when he saw you weren’t waiting for him

- deadass jogs to catch up with you just as you leave the school gate, catching your hand along with his breath as he tries not to sound annoyed

- “Y/N what-” “Akaashi Keiji, I don’t want to go home with you today.”

- eyes widen a little as he connects the dots in his head, not being able to hide the amused glint in his eye as he doesn’t let go of your hand

- “Are you mad I shushed you?” “You shushed me Keiji? Didn’t notice.”

- eyes you evenly as your petty actions actually make you a little more endearing, the setter’s lips curling into an amused smirk

- “Keiji. I like it coming from you.” “Wait no-”

- mans really said uno reverse-

- “Should I call you by your real name as well, or-?” “No!” as you clamp a hand over your mouth quickly at the automatic response, Akaashi simply growing more amused as he steps forward to kiss the top of your head

- “Let me walk you home, beautiful?” “I hate you, ‘Kaashi.”

Yaku

- “Yaku Morisuke.”

- openly flinches when that name leaves your lips, your boyfriend looking at you with a wait what did I do kind of expression as you try to keep your face expressionless and forward, not meeting his eyes

- slowly puts his phone down before sitting criss-cross in front of you seriously on his bed, taking your hands in his as you almost break into laughter at the way he guiltily traced his thumb over your hands

- “...Is this about me forgetting to drop off a juice for you during that one lunch period because it was one time-” “Mori, what are you talking about?”

- it’s a damn juicebox someone help this man he’s too pure

- sighs in an over-exaggerated manner before flopping across your lap, and you amusedly run circles against his back as he mumbles into your thighs

- “Oh thank god.” “You are so dramatic, Yaku Morisuke.”

- frowns before sitting up, leaning into you before cradling your face with one of his hands as your giggles die down

- “Hey. What if I just called you Y/N L/N all of a sudden, what would you do about it?”

- quirks a brow before smirking when you stiffen at the sound of your name leaving his lips, prompting the libero to lean into you even more

- “That is, unless you like it.” “Go back to sleep, perv.” As you shove a pillow in his face, laughing all the while as Yaku grins, tackling you into his bed before turning so you were laying in his chest

- “Ever just try to take a nap only for your girlfriend to scold you for no reason-” “I mean it, Mori.”

- stifles a laugh into your hair, stroking it languidly with his fingers as he hums, voice falling to a whisper

- “In all reality, my name is gonna be yours one day- so you should get used to saying it.”

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some-messed-up-writing-for-you · 3 years

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Hi! I'm the anon that asked for any requests you are comfortable or not with, first of all, thanks for answer my question! And second, would you be so kind to write about a male villain confessing his feelings to a female hero with some sexual tension in the middle and then if you want that the thing ends up in something nsfw, please?^^

Request #24

Warning: nsfw.

Man, this one came out long, but I'm hella happy with it! Also, having the characters have different genders really made the writing easier, so I'm probably gonna be doing that more often, lmao.

Enjoy, dear anon!

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"Ugh! Why are you like this?!" - Hero exclaimed, frustrated as she threw another punch in the villain's direction. He dodged it with ease and caught her wrist, swiftly bringing her closer and landing a hit on her face.

Disoriented, the hero couldn't do anything as Villain pinned her against the wall, her arms held above her head. They were both panting, gasping for air from the exhausting fight that had led them to this point. She tugged at her wrists, trying to break free, but his grip was unyielding.

"Why am I like what?" - the villain asked, making Hero's blood boil even more.

"Don't play dumb!" - she growled out, snarling angrily. "You've been doing this shit for weeks now!"

Before Villain could question her more, the hero lunged her head forward and bit him on the face, catching him off guard. His grip loosened, and his nemesis was quick to take advantage of it. She freed her arms, grasped onto him, and threw them both to the ground.

They thrashed around, rolling all over the dusty floor of the abandoned warehouse they were in until eventually, Hero found herself on top of her enemy, straddling his hips, pinning down his wrists on either side of his head.

Now, even more tired, they glared at each other. The woman decided to voice her frustrations further. "Every. Fucking. Day." - she started.

"Every fucking day, you've been doing whatever you can to waste my time and force me out into the field."

The villain grit his teeth. "I'm not doing this to waste your time."

"Oh, yeah? Then why-" - the hero was never able to finish talking as Villain jutted his hips and threw her off balance. He rolled them both over, swapping their places so that he was on top.

"BECAUSE I WANTED TO SEE YOU!" - the villain exclaimed without thinking, too frustrated to think twice before speaking.

She gaped at him, trying to understand his words. "You-? W-What?"

He faltered, regret starting to eat away at him. He should not have said that. He should not have said-

They switched places again. Hero was on top of Villain, and- ah, shit- he hadn't realized just how close she was- how- how intimate this felt...

A blush threatened to take over his face, but he fought against it, successfully keeping it at bay. Or at least, he was successful until the hero decided to hover her face right in front of his own.

Suspicious, she questioned, "What do you mean you 'wanted to see me?'"

"I- I uh..." - what the hell was happening?! Since when did he stutter?! He couldn't come up with a reasonable answer, and he refused to tell the truth. So, he just shut his mouth.

She waited a few more seconds, hoping he would answer. But silence and shifty eyes were all that she got.

"Villain, c'mon! What is up with you recently?" - Hero tried again, but the villain still refused to talk. He wasn't even looking at her anymore.

Annoyed, she held down his wrists with one hand while the other grabbed his chin, tilting his head and catching his attention. Their eyes locked, and she swore his pupils were more dilated than usual.

"You've just been acting so weird lately! And, I- I just-" - she stopped, furrowing her eyebrows as she got lost in thought. Was... Was Villain blushing? This was all so- so unlike him!

His pupils are wide, he doesn't want to look at her, and he said he was doing all of this because he 'wanted to see her?' What did any of this mean?! And what the hell is poking her in the-

A blush assaulted her face as the dots suddenly connected, her lips forming into a thin line as she looked down at their touching crotches.

She looked back at him. His face was even brighter, a look in his eyes.

Hero's brain scrambled to break the silence, but her words did not want to cooperate. "I- Do- Do you- Are you-"

"I like you!" - Villain blurted out. He could feel the sweat going down the side of his face as the hero above him became stunned.

"I- I really uh- really like you." - he said again.

Breaking out of her daze, she responded, "Uh... Yeah, I- I can tell."

...

Holy shit, this was awkward.

...

The hold on his chin had loosened at some point, and he looked away again. She broke the silence once more. "How long?"

He almost choked on his spit, looking back to her. "H-Huh?"

"How long have you uh... had feelings for me?"

Oooh, right.

"I- I don't know..." - he admitted. "It just... kind of... happened somewhere along the line...?"

She took a deep breath as if steeling herself for something. Oh, God, what will she say? This is the part where she calls him a weirdo and runs away, isn't it?

"It's... nice to know I'm not the only idiot around here then."

...

"What?"

Clearing her throat, Hero shily muttered, "I- I like you too."

Villain was pretty sure his brain had just short-circuited. Did- Did he hear that right?

"I- You- You like me back?"

She nodded in reply. He was still shocked that this was happening. What were they supposed to do now? Fight? He didn't really want to fight. He had some... other activities on the mind.

Sighing internally, Villain did his best to collect his thoughts. Someone had to move this conversation forward, and it seemed like the hero wouldn't be the one to do it.

"Do you... still want to fight?" - he asked. She looked at him a bit puzzled before her equally fried mind caught up. "I mean- I just... don't really feel like it anymore."

"Uh... Y-Yeah, alright." - she responded, releasing her grip and carefully moving off him so that their crotches wouldn't brush against one another. The villain sat up, and they both remained there on the ground, playing with the dust to keep themselves distracted.

...

It was quiet again. Villain almost groaned, angry with himself. He wanted to say something, but- How was he supposed to say this? It's not like he could just-

"Do you wanna fuck?" - Hero suddenly blurted out, and he sputtered, unable to respond like a functioning human being.

She panicked a bit. "S-Sorry! Uh- Too- Too forward?"

"Y-Yes! I- I mean no! I- I mean-" - he buried his face in his hands. Why was this so difficult?! He was an adult! Both of them were!

Wait- An adult, yes! Just- Think, Villain. How would a sensible adult proceed in this situation?

He uncovered his eyes, taking a look around. They were both on the ground, covered in sweat, dirt, and decades-old dust. They had gotten some good hits on each other, so they had some bruises and cuts.

So, if they were to... have sex - he still couldn't believe this was happening - the most responsible thing to do would probably be... going elsewhere...? But where? To one of their houses, perhaps?

Villain sighed audibly, catching the hero's attention. "Do you... want to come over to my place?"

Her eyes widened, and her face burned brighter at his question. He added frantically, "O-Or we could go to your place! Or- Or no place at all! We could just forget this ever happe-!"

He froze as fingers pressed against his lips, silencing him. He looked at her again. She smiled nervously before saying, "W-We can't forget about this. We could try, but..."

Her eyes traveled up and down his body quickly, studying him, and he couldn't help but shiver under her gaze. "...I'm pretty sure we would both fail miserably."

She pulled her hand back, and he already missed her touch.

"So..." - she started. "...Your place...?"

"S-Sure." - Villain managed to answer. He lifted himself off the ground and offered her his hand, which she took. Upon pulling her up, their bodies lightly collided, Hero's hands landing on his chest to steady herself and one of the villain's hands catching her by the waist. They silently stood there for a moment, blushing as if they had never touched another person, before swiftly separating.

With some awkward coughs and clearing of throats, they were on the move again, working together so they wouldn't get seen.

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"This is your house?" - the hero asked, looking around. The tension between them had eased a bit since they left the warehouse. "I won't lie, I always imagined it to be... a lot less normal than this."

Villain snorted at that. "What, were you expecting red string and cork boards?"

She didn't answer, only biting the inside of her cheek and crossing her arms, making him chuckle a bit before getting back on track. He led her through the house, arriving at a bathroom. "I think it'd be best if we got cleaned up a bit since we've been rolling around in dirt and whatnot all day."

"Why, Villain. Are you being responsible?" - Hero asked playfully. He gave her an "Oh- shush." before showing her where everything was. A smile crept onto his face regardless; he had missed their casual banter.

"Now, I have another bathroom upstairs connected to my bedroom, so once you're done, you can uh... you can join me... I guess..."

"Smooth." - she replied teasingly, getting a blush from him. "I got one more question, though."

"Yes?"

She grinned, looking forward to his reaction. "What am I supposed to wear?"

Villain seemed to freeze for a moment before it registered in his brain that Hero did not, in fact, have any spare clothing to put on. His blush worsened tenfold, and she laughed.

Through her giggles, she asked, "Do you want me to just come upstairs nake-?"

"Bathrobe! Yup! There's uh- There's one right there!" - he blurted out, not letting her finish. She looked to where he was pointing, and there was indeed a bathrobe hanging there, next to some towels.

She gave another small chuckle. "Alright."

Turning back to him, she lightly bit her lip and gave him a look, tracing a finger along his jawline. "But you better wear one too~."

Hero didn't realize a person could blush this badly. For the poor villain's sake, she kept her giggles in this time, letting him respond. "Y-You got it!"

With that, Villain left. He walked out calmly, but a few seconds later, she still heard him sprint down the hall and couldn't keep her laughter to herself.

As he moved up the stairs - way too quickly for it to be normal - he silently cursed himself. Why was he acting like such an idiot?! He had sex before! This was nothing new!

No, no, it's not that this was new or something. It wasn't his fault! It was Hero's!

Hero with her stupid smile that made his knees weak, and her dumb laughter that made his heart flutter, and- and...

...

Has Villain ever felt like this before? Has he ever... fallen for someone like this?

Perhaps before he had become the villain, but... that was a long time ago. He no longer remembered anything from that part of his life. He only remembered the now. He only remembered his fights with Hero.

As he arrived at his bedroom's bathroom, he smiled. The woman really had taken over his mind, hadn't she? She was incredible, no other like her. And amazingly enough, she returned his feelings too.

The villain stripped free of his ruined clothing and hopped into the shower. Rubbing soap onto his dirtied skin, he pondered on that thought. Did she truly feel the same way? What if this was... just some elaborate trick...?

He faltered for a moment, having not considered such an option. What if the hero wanted to catch him off guard...? While he was vulnerable...?

He shook his head. No, that couldn't be the case. He knew her. He knew how her real laughter sounded. He knew how she looked when she was acting, pretending to be happy. And this... this was no act.

Hero loved him back.

Villain knew that. His mind just enjoyed tormenting him sometimes.

As he scrubbed at his scalp and hair, he returned to the present. Hero was here, in his house, and they were basically about to have sex together. His face flushed red again as another thought crossed his mind. Who...

Who would be on top...?

...

Honestly, the villain was fine with being either but... he'd be lying if he said Hero didn't look hot as hell on top of him.

Dear Lord, he was getting turned on just thinking about how she had pinned him down earlier.

...

He really needed to get out of the shower already. Getting back on track, he fully rinsed himself and turned the water off. Hurriedly, he grabbed a towel and dried himself off. Once done with that, he wrapped himself in a bathrobe identical to the one downstairs. It was soft and warm. It helped calm him.

Taking a deep breath, he gripped the door's handle and opened it. Upon doing so, Villain was met with the sight of Hero casually lying on his bed, loosely wrapped in her bathrobe. He could see her cleavage and- shit, he was staring-

Looking away and clearing his throat, he closed the bathroom door.

"Took your sweet time in there, huh?" - she asked with that playful expression back on her face once more. The villain went to respond, but she smirked and continued. "Didn't start the fun without me, did you~?"

"N-No." - he said, and she chuckled at his nervousness. Why was he like this? This was his house and his bed that Hero was lying on! She was just being so confident and... and taking charge and...

She grinned wider, amused as she looked at his crotch. He also looked.

...

Shit.

Well, if that didn't make it obvious he was enjoying this...

...

He looked back up at Hero, and she wiggled her finger at him, beckoning him to come and join her. He silently obliged, crawling onto the bed and sitting in front of her. She was leaning against the headboard, soft pillows arranged so that they would support her back.

The hero scooted forward a bit. Feeling daring, Villain copied her and gasped as he suddenly found himself under her. She had grabbed him and switched their places before he could react, pressing him against the headboard and straddling him.

He stammered, trying to come up with something to say, but grew silent as Hero cradled his cheek. Her thumb rested on his lips as she leaned forward to whisper in his ear. "I hope you weren't planning on being the top~?"

Swallowing the lump in his throat, he answered, breathless, "No... I wouldn't have this any other way..."

She grinned at him, eyes half-lidded as she tangled her hands in his hair. He sighed, relaxing under her touch as she brought their lips together in a soft kiss. Villain's arms wrapped around her waist, bringing her closer.

A moan hummed in his throat as Hero's hands trailed down his chest and landed on his bathrobe's belt. Slowly, teasingly, she untied it, the fabric loosening around him, letting her slip it off him, exposing his body to her.

Shivers coursed through the villain as her hands glided along his bare skin. He wanted to feel her too. His hands traced her curves, sneaking towards her belt. As his fingers brushed against it, she caught his wrists, scolding him lightly. "Ah, ah. Not allowed~."

He opened his mouth to protest, but only a gasp left him as one of her hands went to his cock. The hero's fingers brushed against it, her touch feather-light, experienced. Villain grasped at the bedsheet below them, breath coming out uneven as she slowly stroked him.

Even as she drew pleasured mewls from him, she took a moment to admire his shaft. It was a decent length, not the biggest one out there, but certainly above the average. It was just right for her, and she complimented so, whispering in his ear again, "You're the perfect size~. And it looks so nice too~."

He shuddered at her words, and she moved her face in front of him once more. Their mouths locked again, her free hand grabbing the back of his head, pulling him in. She seized his bottom lip in her teeth, nibbling on it gently. Her tongue asked for entrance, and he let her in, deepening the kiss. She explored the inside of his mouth, memorizing every nook and cranny.

Villain sucked in a sharp breath as Hero's hand stopped, and her thumb began running small circles on the tip of his dick, smearing pre-cum across it. As their lips parted again, they gasped for air. Another smile graced her features as he begged. "F-Fuck! Hero, please, can I touch you? Please."

The woman hummed, considering his plea. She adored the needy look on his face, the way his fingers twitched around the clutched bed sheets, desperate for contact. The hero gave a small chuckle. "Well, since you asked so nicely~."

With the permission given, the villain's hands immediately moved to strip her free of her robe. She laughed some more at his haste before kissing him again. Low moans left them both as they touched and teased each other. His hands trailed down her spine, making her arch into him and raising more pleasured sounds from her.

Showing her approval, Hero stroked Villain a few times, her movements swift and firm, drawing another shudder from him. They separated for air again, her hands moving up to cradle his face as she suggested, "How about we get to the fun part now~?"

His hands trailed to her hips, his mouth opened to reply, but he suddenly pulled back, looking as if he just remembered something. "Oh, hold on."

The hero watched curiously as he leaned to the side of the bed towards a nightstand. The villain opened one of the drawers and pulled something out of it. She gave an amused snort once the two objects entered her vision.

"What?" - he asked as she giggled again, looking between her, the bottle of lube and condom in his hands.

"I don't get to see you being a responsible adult very often. It's cute." - she admitted, making him blush once more without fail.

He grumbled under his breath, but the smile on his face told her there was no bite behind it. She took the small bottle from him and moved back a bit. Villain paid her no mind, focused on getting the condom out of its package and slipping it on. Once he successfully finished his task, he looked up again.

His dick twitched at the sight that greeted him. Hero was sitting on the other end of the bed, her legs spread wide as she poured some lube onto her throbbing sex. She gasped lightly as the cold substance made contact and then used her hand to tease at her folds.

The villain watched as she slipped a finger inside herself, slowly moving in and out. His own hand went to his cock, stroking himself as he grew entranced by the show. He matched her pace, and she groaned quietly as she slipped a second finger in, stretching herself in preparation.

Their eyes locked, and they stayed that way for a little bit, pleasuring themselves and listening to one another's soft gasps and moans. Eventually, Hero's impatience got the best of her. She pulled her fingers out and crawled over to Villain.

Grabbing onto his shoulders, she positioned herself at his dick, and he held her by the waist, giving her some additional support. They inhaled shakily in unison as she took in the tip of his cock. She moved down slowly, letting herself adjust to his size, and he made no complaints, haphazardly leaving small pecks on her face, which got another giggle out of her.

Once he was fully sheathed inside of her, he ran his hands down her thighs, making her shiver and pull him into another kiss. Her touch trailed over his sides to his hips and then back up to cradle his head. His own hands moved up her body, one grasping her breast, squeezing and kneading while the other moved to get tangled in her hair.

Experimentally, the hero moved her hips forward, making them both moan against one another, the sound muffled by their connected lips. Leisurely, she began moving up and down, setting a calm pace, the slight pain of being stretched around him fading into pleasure. Their mouths parted again, and quickly, they got lost in their lust and each other's eyes.

She sped up, their skin beginning to slap together, sounding across the room but still drowning in their moans and mewls. As their pleasure began to build up inside their guts, their hands traveled without a set destination, wanting to feel as much as they could.

A gasp left Hero's lips as Villain's shaft hit the right spot, and she angled herself, focusing on it and moving even faster, her breasts bouncing in rhythm with her rapid pace. Thrust after thrust, their breathing swiftly turned shaky, chaotic. Their minds grew frantic as their orgasms approached them.

The hero's head tilted back, and she tightly held onto the villain's shoulders as release washed over her. His name left her lips in a low moan that echoed in his head, and it didn't take long for him to come as well, Hero's name leaving him in an identical manner.

Coming down from their highs, they slowed down, enjoying the pleasure for a bit longer with some calm thrusts and movements. They locked in a soft, short kiss before eventually parting and coming to a stop. Together they gasped for air and took a moment to rest as sweat dripped down their bodies.

Once she had regained some energy, Hero slid off Villain, making them both shudder at the feeling. She collapsed on the bed beside him, and soon, he copied her, lying down next to her. The two remained like that for a few minutes, calming their racing hearts and basking in the afterglow.

A small chuckle caught the villain's attention, and he turned his head towards the hero. She gave him a lazy smile before explaining her giddiness. "Looks like we'll need another shower."

He gave her a chuckle of his own before an idea crossed his mind. "Well, I do have a jacuzzi tub..."

With a grin that Hero considered too charming for Villain's own good, he offered, "Wanna take a bath together~?"

She giggled fondly. "Sure."

And then, together, off they went to get cleaned up again.

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maijobi · 3 years

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greatest memory

Gojo satoru x reader

summary: you tried to stay strong in your last moments with Gojo and asked him to carry on your work. (if you know the kaneki and hide scene at anteiku I'm sorry, if you don’t I'm also sorry.)

warnings: blood, SAD ENDING

a/n: there is actually no real storyline in this. you can imagine literally anything (if that makes any sense lmao). so basically it’s just a scenario of a very random situation. also I wrote this when I was sleep deprived so please look over the mistakes I made in here :T

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you saw him standing there, his back facing you. it gave you strength. you pushed yourself over your limits to hold him a least one more time and to talk to him before it was too late. you dragged yourself closer to him. there was darkness in the room, only lit with some moonlight, blocking you from seeing him completely. but his white hair was so noticeable that you couldn’t really look past him.

“yow, satoru”, you said loud enough for him to hear, but silent enough so that only he could hear.

he spun around quickly and looked at you with sad eyes, or at least it looked like that. you couldn’t tell because he stood in the shadows, only half of his face showing. you saw that he had taken off his blindfolds and was trying to not look as weak as he actually felt. but you could look through his facade, not being manipulated by his mask. because after all, you were the only one that knew everything about him.

“it’s alright, it’s basically over. the bad guys have been taken down. my team has victory”, you said in a chuckle. the situation wasn’t funny, he didn’t laugh. but neither did you blame him for not joining in in your chuckle.

you had never thought that gojo would actually join the the bad guys, and you would have never thought that he would fight allong with the enemies. but oh were you wrong. but for you? he would do anything to you. that’s exactly why he did what he did. to protect you.

“i’m sorry”, was all he said while looking down at his bloody hands. “I’m so sorry”, he repeated in a whisper.

you took another step forward, but your legs felt weak so you didn’t go any closer. “satoru, look at at me”, you whispered and when he didn't respond you repeated yourself. “look at me.”

he raised his head slowly and looked at you. you had a weak smile on your face and the moonlight shone on half of your face. he felt warmth build up inside of hi, for you were home to him. he took a step closer to you, but hesitation took over him so, just like you, he stopped after one step.

“we all know why you did what you did and we forgive you. you did it to protect us. we know it was a hard decision. but you are free now. you don’t have to hide anymore”, you said, trying your best to stabilize yourself.

“I had only one wish and that was to protect you, I have failed multiple times while being invested in earning the trust of the enemy. I failed you”, he said not looking at you. “I failed everyone.”

you pulled yourself together and tried your best to walk to him. he was still unable to tell your condition so you did your best to hide it even more. you placed your hands on his shoulders and closely touched his face, pulling it up so he was looking at you directly.

your legs gave in and you fell, but right before you could hit the ground Gojo had his arms resting under your elbows to keep you up. “are you okay?”, he asked worriedly.

you coughed once, tasting the iron taste in your mouth. “I might have gotten myself hurt out there.”

you saw his eyes water. he pulled the both of you down and just like in the movies he held you tightly against his chest. “help will arrive, I promise. just please don’t give up yet.” he noticed the wound on your stomach, blood basically pouring from there. without a second thought he took off his jacket and pushed it on your wound in an attempt to stop the bleeding. but perhaps it was already too late.

you reached for his face and wiped the tears away. “it’s okay”, you whispered.

“no. no. no”, he said as he tried to slightly shake you awake.

you felt the energy leave your body slightly and the blood loss around your stomach wasn’t helping much. you smiled at him. “it’s okay, satoru. I've done my part, just promise me one thing will you?”

tears were streaming down his face and his eyebrows were furrowed. you saw that he was doing his best to keep himself calm, but it was pointless. you could tell, but you wanted him to carry on living his life to the fullest. the way he held eye contact with you showed you that he wanted you to carry on with your words.

“take good care of yuuji, if he dies my work will be in vain. I want you to carry on my hard work. I know you’re capable of that and I know you’re the only person I can trust with this”, you said, barely able to catch your breath.

he nodded, his tears falling on your cheeks as he felt your breathing destabilize. he squeezed you and you made an attempt at squeezing him back, your body giving in on your low energy. he pulled you up for a hug, his tears dripping all over your neck and cheek as he rocked the both of you back and forth.

“I’m gonna miss you.”

“i’m gonna miss you too. take care, okay. of everyone and especially yourself”, you said as you felt your eyes getting heavier. your breath hitched and with a last gasp your body stilled completely. Gojo held you, scared that if he loosened his grip even slightly he would lose you forever, when in fact he already did.

he broke down. tears streaming down his face and whimpers leaving his throat as he thought about all the things that could have gone differently.

everything he did was to protect you, but the one thing he had to do was all in vain. he failed to protect you. right now he had only one goal. and that was to carry on your will.

to protect yuuji. for your sake.

because that was his memory of you. that you were a wonderful person. and he’d do everything in his power to make sure everyone knew about you. you and your hard work would be recognized. because gojo had no intentions of letting anyone forget who you were. because you were his greatest memory.

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sailorhyunjinz · 3 years

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What do you think first kiss with skz be like?

aAWH SOME FLUFF T-T OK BUT KEEP IN MIND- fluff is not my strongest pursuit hence why im not a fluff writer hahsah but HEY ITS CUTE!! and anon,,, im so sorry this took such time IM SO SO SORRY AAAAAAAAH-

also this makes me wanna know my anons first kiss story, AAAH SPILL THEM

warnings; none?? fluff,,, wow,, rare to say that LMAO- also gn!reader and also suggestiveee??

Bangchan

~gentleman~

will only kiss you if you are REALLY ready for it and if the two of you are dating

doesnt want to rush you into things (even if its just a kiss) because he doesnt know how comfortable you are and such

basically a sweetheart

i imagine its like a cute little date

night where you guys are stargazing, lying on a blanket on a grassy hill with his arm as a pillow for your head

“chan, look! its a shooting star! make a wish” you giggle to which he smiles, looking at your pretty features that are lit up by the moonlight

“hmm,,, dear star, i wish that y/n would kiss me” he says, laughing directly after but soon being interupted as you attach your plushy lips against his

its probably the most romantic event in your life

him smiling into the kiss as your tongues danced around softly

when you pulled away you laughed, saying; “wishes do really come true, huh?”

poor baby is blushing, his ears red but thankfully for him its too dark for you to see

Minho

the “evil roommate that secretly has feelings for you”

“lee minho i swear im gonna rip your hair off if you touch my plants again”

minho got out of his room, looking at you standing in the living room and rearranging the plants on the windowsill

“they are all scattered, it’s ugly” he says rudely

“dont call my children ugly” you spit back at him

there was always a weird tension between you and minho. you were glad to have found a roommate that made a good friend eventhough he was a pain in the ass sometimes

minho liked you,,, and therefore he did everything the opposite of what he felt. if he wanted to compliment you on your outfit he would instead say that you looked “overdressed” or “too much” but you always rolled your eyes towards his snarky comments

you pecked your plants, giving them the love they needed and minho just stood frozen in the doorway, without thinking he spoke

“how come you never do that to me?”

silence

you sneered, placing down the plant you held and streched out your arms

“c’mere if you dare” you said jokingly, not expecting the boy you always thought was so devilish to run into your arms, lips touching and your eyes widening at the unexpected action

the two of you held each other, breathing shaky as wet tongues collided, the sun beaming upon your figures

“m-minho,,, it was a joke!” you laughed, slapping his arm playfully as you pulled away

“but to me it wasn’t” he remarked cockily, licking the inside of his cheek

Changbin

very much giving me like “we dont like each other but we have to work with each other”

like you two are co-workers, working in a boring office and you were assigned to put together this one report and,,, lets say Changbin wasnt your favorite in the office

there was nothing wrong with him,,, its just his vibe that was off putting but sigh,,, work is work

you started compiling information, sitting in a seperate room and drawing graphs on the whiteboard, projecting some other type of research onto the board

“do you think we will need to stay late?” he asks, ruffling his hair in frustration

you sigh and nod, this wasnt going to get done anytime soon.

dawn set on horizon and the others workers packed up their belonging one by one and left until there was only you and changbin left in the now quiet office

you sat next to him, yawning as you typed something as you felt him looking at you

you looked back with a questionable expression, confused when he uttered his words

“do you hate me, y/n?”

“i mean,,, you are a dick sometimes but i dont hate you, at least you do your work”

he shrugged his shoulders, loosening his necktie as he leaned back into the office chair

“a dick, huh? maybe i try to push you away so you wont catch the same feelings i have for you”

you snapped your head towards him. you couldnt lie, he was attractive and at this point you were desperate

“kiss me then” you said simply causing the boy to immediately cup your cheeks, latching onto your lips as if he’d waited for this moment for forever

more tongue, wants you to feel him ;))

lets just say,,, he made it up to you

Hyunjin

i get this like,,, youthful vibe,,, like the two of you were childhood friends

and,,, eventually you catch feelings for him which you hate because,,, you dont want to ruin this friendship

every time somebody mistook you for a couple the both of you would make retching noises, mocking each other

“you think my standards are that low?” hyunjin says pointing at you to which you raise your fist

“hwang hyunjin, you’re dead meat”

but,,, he was only in denial, it was his childhood friend afterall

probably happened at one of those night where your mom was working late and you invited hyunjin to keep you company, him bringing kkami as well.

“dont fucking burn the pizza, hyunjin” you say, petting kkami until the little rascal ran away from your lap

“if you helped it wouldnt be burned” he replies as he comes out with two plates with the pizza burned on the edges

“but if they taste bad you can always taste my lips” he jokes and you look at him with a disgusted facial expression before laughing

“i bet they taste even worse then your mess of a pizza, i would like to see you try to even get me to peck you” you scoff and hyunjin rolls his eyes, sitting next to you on the sofa

“try it then” he taunts but is taken aback when you actually kiss him, your nose accidentally brushing against his as you purse your lips, hyunjin timidly using his tongue to test the waters

he wanted it so bad and he finally got it >:(( he could swear that he heard fireworks going off in his brain

a moment of silence appeared until hyunjin cockily uttered:

“so,,, did they taste better?”

Jisung

the “i met you at a party and made out with you drunk”

he stared at you the entire night, catching glances while you looked away and the music blared in the nightclub that was packed with people.

you ordered a drink at the bar, tapping your fingers on the oak surface where you rested your arms, suddenly somebody bumped into you

turning around you saw jisung and you sighed, thinking his behaviour was starting to get annoying

“oh its you again” you said loud for him to hear as he sat down next to you, having a annoying smirk plastered on his lips

“looks like you are having fun, let me guess,,, you’re trying to get over your ex” jisung says, leaning his elbow against the bar and you glared at him because it was true

you scoffed, avoiding his question and instead sipping on the sour drink you had in your hands, trying to forget everything

he was attractive which only pissed you off even more, as if you hadnt had enough pretentious assholes in your life

the glass slammed against the table as you put it down harshly, gazing into the boys dark brown eyes

“alright, deal. make me forget then since you think you know everything about me” you stated to which jisung raised his eyebrow

the palm of his hand was firmly placed on the bar as he leaned in to kiss you, feeling the bitter liquour hitting his tastebuds as your tongues crashed against each other

it felt,,, freeing. you swung your arms around his neck, wanting him closer to your body

by the way he was kissing you, you could tell that he was there for the same reason as you. a sloppy and heated kiss to fill your thoughts with something other than your ex

safe to say that the kiss progressed ;))))

Felix

aaah cutie boyfriend that is just too shy to even give you a kiss like 3 months into the relationship (OK DONT ATTACK ME NOW, TAKE YOUR TIME, NO RUSH YOU GUYS)

he is shy with pretty much everything, it was only recently he could hold your hand without his heart jumping out of his chest.

it was a simple date night! takeout and games at his place

you layed your head in his lap as you watched him finish up the game that you had given up on a long time ago

he shifted awkwardly in his seat, not used to being so close to such a pretty person before

“ah- fuck! i lost again,,,” he says in defeat, his head rolling backwards before a frustrated sigh escaped his lips

“you did well felix! look how far you got!” you say, pointing towards the score on the screen but not getting his attention.

you sat up, looking at him for a moment as his eyelashes lightly draped over his closed eyes, cheeks speckled with freckles

you couldnt help yourself, he looked so angelic despite being defeated and so you leaned in, lacing your fingers with his and softly placing your lips against his

he opened his eyes in panic before being swallowed by the fluffy feeling of having your lips to himself, he giggled before stroking your cheek as he tilted his head, almost setting a rhythm to the sweet kiss

felix started laughing shyly, cheeks tinged with red as he hid his face with a pillow

“but you won my kiss!” you said through a smile causing felix to blush even more

Seungmin

its like,,, maybe,,, your third or fourth date??

this one is more chill than the previous ones that were at like some fancy restaurang because hello dandy puppy boy wants class

but this one was like a stroll down the night streets and eating ice cream in the middle of the summer

both of you were casually dressed, holding hands as butterflies bubbled in your stomach from the contact

his hand is all warm and it engulfs yours >:(

you look at all the pretty sights of the night, eventually climbing up to some like high point and looking down at all the lights that blinked

after a good 1 1/2 hours of walking your legs were starting to ache and so you both sat down on the swings of a desolate playground, swinging gently with your legs dangling

“i dont understand how you’re able to,,, even be friends with me,,, or whatever we are,,”

seungmin hummed, looking up into the night sky

“i promise y/n, i will be your,,, friend but,,,”

you looked at him as he said “but”, imagining the worst

“i dont wanna be friends, i wanna be more than a friend to you”

his eyes twinkled as he stood up and stood infront of you, grabbing your hand

you slowly looked up at him, his figure standing in the way of the moon as the two of you shared a long gaze, his eyes as sweet as honey, dripping with pure adoration

you pulled him closer by the hand and slowly he inched to your lips, the distance between you minimizing as his face tilted to the right, a delicate and sugary kiss landing on your tastebuds from the ice cream from earlier.

your heart skipped a beat, the slightest sound of lips smacking

“i think i love you y/n” he whispered close to your lips after pulling away.

Jeongin

like,,, uni buddies!

both being med students meant late study night, usually in school

there’s papers and diagrams laid out all over the tables and floors along with a bunch of energy drink cans, some scribbles on the whiteboard

the two of you were friends and met in uni and everyone had always nagged at you for not going after him since he was everything someone ever wanted

you always said that you were friends and that you couldnt imagine being in a relationship with jeongin

but studying with him alone into the deep night felt different, many times you couldnt concentrate when he looked so cute sitting right beside you

being close friends, there was nothing weird about hugging or leaning against each other and so you leaned against his shoulder and yawned as the cozy boy was rewriting some notes.

“one hour left y/n and then- then we can go hoooome!”

you giggled as you looked at him and he diverted his attention from his papers to you, his lips only mere inches from yours

you didnt know what the fuck you were doing and neither did jeongin, it was late and the both of you were tired from studying for finals

and so your lips drew closer until they clashed, feeling a tension that you’ve never felt with him before

he’s definitely a shy,,, kisser?? not too much tongue since he doesnt know how LMAO so its like soft >:((

didnt know what to do when he pulled away, looking around the room or covering his blushing face with his hands but when you hug him he hugs you back

maybe even coming to terms that he does have feeling for you,,, and so do you~

#stray kids fluff #skz fluff #stray kids headcanons #skz headcanons

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