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Stray Kids Reactions / To Rimming (18+)

Summary / You decided it's time for Stray Kids to try something new, giving each of them newfound pleasure. But there are consequences...

Pairings / (Top & Bottom) Every Member + (F) Reader

Word Count / 7.7k

Warnings / Rimming, Fingering, Sex Toys, Dirty Talk, Pet Names, Praise Kink, Face Fucking, Spanking, Anal Play, Cum Eating, Oral Foreplay,

Bang Chan / Chan shift awkwardly, his cheeks flushed by a nice pink hue, making him look even cuter, than usual if possible. His eyes were wide and unblinking, staring at the ceiling with an intensity that made you nervous; as though he was trying to figure out some deep mathematical problem or something of such nature. He also seemed oblivious to your presence for now, but you knew it wouldn't last long. You took advantage while Chan's mind was elsewhere, spreading his muscular legs open, so they rested on top of your shoulders, like pillars supporting a temple roof.

The sight was incredible, being able to see into every crevice in between those massive thighs, seeing them flexed up against each other from time-to-time when Chan moved about. It had been quite awhile since you'd seen this side of him and the view alone was enough to make you drool. But then again, there wasn't much left untouched these days...

You looked down at his twitching hole, noticing how swollen it became due to your teasing fingers earlier today. The tip of one finger traced around the rim before entering slowly, feeling just how tight his little ring felt upon entry.

"Mmm..." Chan moaned softly, not having noticed anything of the sort happening above him yet.

You continued to work your way inside, pushing deeper until your fingertip met resistance. Your hand slid further along, past his sphincter muscles which clenched tightly together as soon as contact happened. After a few moments however, they relaxed slightly, allowing you to slip in more easily, stretching his insides apart and giving you access to his prostate. Another moan escaped from his lips, causing you to grin widely beneath him.

"...Y/N? What are you doing?" He asked quietly, looking down towards you briefly, before turning back to stare at the ceiling once more.

Thankfully, Chan didn't seem too bothered by what was going on, nor did he try to stop you. Instead, he simply sat there silently, letting himself get taken care of. And honestly, that suited you fine!

"Nothing," You said innocently, "Just um.. helping you relax?"

He hummed in reply, still focusing all his attention upwards, away from where you were working your magic. Not wanting to risk disturbing him any longer, you pulled your fingers free of his ass and replaced them with your tongue. A soft groan escaped his throat as you began licking around the outside of his anus, getting used to its texture and taste. Once you got comfortable, you pushed your head forward, pressing your face more firmly against his pucker.

His scent wafted through your nostrils, sending shivers down your spine. His musk smelled earthy, almost like dirt mixed with fresh grass, but also sweetly floral at the same time. You couldn't help but want to bury your nose right up inside his crack, inhaling deeply. Unfortunately, you weren't allowed to do that just yet. So instead, you licked around his entrance, tasting the lubricant and faint traces of precum.

Your tongue swirled around his opening, tickling his sensitive skin gently, before dipping inside. At first, his inner walls resisted, squeezing shut around your probing mouth, but after a moment, Chan loosened up, allowing you to push further inward. When you reached his deepest parts, he let out another low moan, arching his hips off the bed slightly. You kept going, slipping in deeper inch by slow, loving inch until you finally hit bottom, burying your entire face within his butt.

"Aah!" Chan cried out, grabbing handfuls of sheets underneath him as his body shook uncontrollably.

You chuckled lightly at the sound, taking full advantage of his weakened state, sliding your hands under his knees and lifting his legs up higher onto your shoulders, exposing his hole fully.

"Are you okay up there?" You asked, rubbing circles over his perineum with your thumbs, eliciting a small grunt from his lips.

"Yeah, I'm good." He replied, breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "Just a little surprised is all. But it feels amazing Y/N, don't stop please."

With that, he settled down completely, leaving his legs dangling over your shoulders. His ass pressed flush against your cheek, warm and smooth to touch.

"I won't," You promised, continuing to lick around his asshole.

This time, you went in deeper, exploring every nook and cranny you could find.

There was so many different sensations hitting him at once, from the heat radiating off his flesh to the slight pressure of his sphincter muscle contracting around your tongue. You sucked on his rosebud, enjoying the sensation of his slickness coating your mouth and teeth. Chan's breath quickened as you worked your way deeper and deeper, eventually reaching his deepest recesses. For several minutes, you stayed there, buried deep inside him, savoring the unique flavor while pleasuring him simultaneously. Eventually though, your stamina started to wane and you slowed down, pulling your face out from between his cheeks.

"Phew, you're a tough nut to crack, aren't you?" You laughed, wiping some saliva off your chin.

"I-I'm sorry... but thanks for being so gentle with me." He apologized sheepishly, glancing downwards, his eyes unfocused and half-lidded. It took him a couple seconds to regain control of himself enough to speak again.

"Don't worry about it. The fact you even let me do this means the world to me..."

He smiled shyly at your words, shifting restlessly beneath you, clearly eager to continue. "So uh.. can we keep going?" He asked hesitantly.

"Of course, if you'd like to." You responded, giving him a reassuring smile. "But maybe not quite as fast, hm?"

Chan nodded quickly, eagerly letting you go back to exploring the confines of his rectum, slowly pushing your head back into his depths. The sudden invasion made him cry out in surprise, clutching tightly onto your hair, holding you close.

Lee Minho / Minho's face remained blank, unfazed by the assault of your soft tongue and fingers. He didn't pull back nor push you away; he just laid there, eyes closed as if they were in a dreamy state, while his body responded to yours with an almost mechanical precision, that was somehow incredibly erotic.

His breathing eventually became more rapid, but not so much that it seemed like he couldn't control it—he wasn't even gasping for air. And yet, something told you this might still be far from the truth. You'd never seen Minho look quite like this before: relaxed enough to enjoy what was happening, without being able to completely let go. His lips were parted slightly, making little moans every single time you reached the prostate gland inside his ass, which made everything hotter than it's already been.

The way he kept staring at with an expression of pure nothingness only seemed to add to the lasting effect, and soon, all you could think about was how badly you wanted him to come undone beneath your hands... or mouth. It took another minute of slow teasing on, when finally Minho opened his eyes, and gave a loud, long sigh.

"Stop." His voice came out low, rough. "I'm gonna..." He trailed off as though lost in some other world altogether. But then he said again, louder this time, "Just stop."

Concerned, you did exactly that immediately, pulling up your face away from between his gorgeous thighs and looking down at him. There was no trace of shame or embarrassment anywhere on those beautiful features, only boredom. A smile suddenly spread across them, lighting up his whole face.

"...Did I do something wrong?" You asked, feeling your own cheeks felt grow hot now. "Am I hurting you? Because we can always stop—"

"Relax, Y/N. I just needed a break, that's all." Minho answered matter-of-factly, rolling over onto his stomach, and facing away from you.

The sudden shift threw you off balance, but you quickly righted yourself, unable to resist the temptation presented right in front of you. Quickly, you grab two handfuls of each of his asscheeks—the left one first, and then the other—squeezing them together tightly before giving both sides a little smack. They're so round and firm! The skin is smooth like velvet against your palms; it feels amazing to be touching such perfect flesh. And the muscles underneath are hard and strong too, making your fingertips tingle pleasantly.

A sharp glare shot toward you.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He asked suddenly, his tone laced with irritation. "I thought you were just gonna rim me, not massage my entire butt."

You bit your lip nervously, trying to keep any hint of disappointment from showing on your face. "Oh," you replied lamely. Then, after a pause: "...sorry."

His response was equally quiet, feeling annoyed still, but also strangely amused by whatever thoughts were going through your head at that moment.

Sighing, Minho waved a hand dismissively. "Whatever. Do whatever you want."

That last comment caught you off guard. You stared at him for a few seconds, confused. Did he mean...? You looked down at your hands, still able to feel the warmth radiating from his behind. The urge to explore grew stronger than ever, and you don't hold back anymore. After a minute or two, he seemed to have gotten used to having his rear end rubbed by another person.

Maybe he even start to like it? You weren't sure about that last part yet.

Either way, you went ahead and continued rubbing his rump gently, moving your hands around in circles, pressing firmly into his soft globes without being too aggressive. As you worked, you noticed Minho shifting his hips slightly, and then leaning forward, placing his elbows on the ground. That put him almost completely flat on his belly, his lower back arched upward. With that position, you got a great view of everything below his waist.

The hourglass shape of his muscular torso was exposed, along with his toned arms, flexing under his body as he tried to relax. His legs were stretched out straight, his ankles crossed, toes pointed toward the sky. Every once in a while, he would let out a deep breath, causing his chest to rise and fall. All told, you couldn't help but admire how sexy the guy looked lying there naked, waiting patiently for you to take care of him.

"Hey," he spoke softly, turning his head to look back at you. "Do you mind if I ask you a question?"

Your heart skipped a beat, and you froze where you stood, unsure whether to answer him or not. Finally, you nodded. "Sure thing."

He waited a second longer before asking, "How'd you know how to do that anyway? Rubbing my ass like that? No offense, but I've never met anyone who knows anything about that stuff."

It wasn't a bad question. In fact, you were glad he asked. It gave you an excuse to avoid answering directly. "Well... I'm not sure really. We kind of learn things here and there when we're younger. Like, uhm... sex ed, basically. So, yeah..."

"Pft, I don't think they teach us shit like that in school. If they do, I haven't seen it." Minho rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "And what's this 'we' crap? Who else did you do this to besides me?"

"N-No one, honest!" You stammered out.

Minho chuckled softly, breaking eye contact. "Yeah, okay. Whatever. Just wanted to make sure you knew what you're doing."

For some reason, that statement made your heart skip a couple beats. But only briefly, because soon enough you were busy getting lost in your own world of pleasure, working your tongue back and forth across the crack between his cheeks, taking small licks whenever you could get close. There was no need for much precision since you didn't plan on staying long, but you liked the idea of leaving something tasty behind.

Seo Changbin / Biting down hard his bottom lip, Changbin drew a deep breath and released it slowly. The sound of lewd slurping echoed through the room, and you could almost feel the heat radiating from it. He shook his head in disbelief, as he realized what he had been missing for so long. A warm, wet mouth pleasuring him...

"Where'd you even learn to do that?" He asked, seeming more amused than anything else, "That's incredible."

You smiled up at him with genuine pride. It felt good knowing that you were pleasing him, and making him happy. You loved hearing those words coming out of his lips too; they made your heart flutter like crazy inside your chest, especially when coupled with the soft moan escaping him every time you sucked on one particular spot just right. His anus was tight around your tongue now, but not enough to make things uncomfortable or painful – if anything it only added another layer of pleasure.

"The Master never reveal her secrets," You said cheekily, giving his rear end a playful slap before returning back to sucking away once again.

Your fingers trailed along his thighs while doing this, teasingly tracing over the skin there until finally reaching down between them and grabbing hold of something slick. Changbin looked down curiously, watching as you pulled your hand free and held it up towards him, revealing a thick bead of precum glistening within its palm.

"I think it's the Magicians that never tell their secrets..." Changbin mumbled quietly under his breath. "Not the Masters..."

"Touché," You replied playfully.

He chuckled softly, leaning forward slightly to allow you better access into his body. Once he did so, you leaned in close and licked across his shaft, taking care to tease both the tip and base before sinking down onto him all at once.

He let out an appreciative groan, feeling how hot and slippery his length became beneath your eager tongue. As always though, you weren't content to simply suck on him forever, instead letting yourself slide up and down his cock several times before pulling off entirely.

Changbin watched hungrily as you move back into his now slightly agape hole, sliding back down easily due to the lubrication already present there. This time however, rather than just continuing to lick and lap at his flesh, you began to press your thumb against his entrance repeatedly, pushing it deeper and deeper into his body each time. Soon after, your other hand joined in, cupping his balls gently while using two fingers to push inwards further still.

"Ah!" Changbin cried out sharply, eyes rolling upwards in surprise as your digits found his prostate gland.

You kept pressing inward, rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves around until he couldn't help himself any longer. He bucked his hips upward reflexively, trying to force your digits past the barrier of muscle surrounding his most private place, but unfortunately failing miserably. Still, you didn't mind; it gave you ample opportunity to continue exploring him, finding new spots and bringing about sensations he hadn't known existed previously.

Eventually however, he stopped struggling altogether, relaxing completely into your hands as you continued to massage his insides relentlessly.

"Does this feel good?" You whispered, looking up at him through hooded eyelids.

His answer came quickly, loud and clear. "It does. Almost too much..."

"Then why don't I stop?" You suggested, kissing his thigh affectionately, causing him to shiver pleasantly.

"No, no...please keep going," Changbin pleaded, turning his gaze back to you. "Don't hold back on my account..."

It took no small amount of effort for you to keep going without eliciting such a response, but eventually your efforts paid off. With his inner walls quivering and twitching around your digits, you knew that the moment was drawing near. You withdrew your fingers, allowing them to fall limply down beside you before shifting closer and grasping hold of his shaft firmly in both hands.

With a slow, deliberate motion, you guided him toward your waiting mouth once again, swallowing roughly half of him before stopping entirely. You paused briefly, staring down at him expectantly, hoping that he would take the hint.

Thankfully, he did. Without hesitation, Changbin pushed his hips forwards, burying himself fully inside your mouth. You moaned happily into his cock, enjoying the sensation of having him buried so deeply within you. Every inch of his length seemed to fill you up nicely, leaving very little space left unoccupied by his cock.

Soon, his thrusts started to pick up speed, desperate to reach the peak that you had promised. You wrapped your arms around his waist, holding tightly to him as he fucked your face harder and faster than ever before. You could hear his breathing grow louder, see his muscles bunching and straining beneath your fingertips. The smell of sex filled the air between you, mingling with the tangy scent of sweat and pheromones.

And then, suddenly Changbin went rigid and stiffened in your grasp, gasping loudly as he climaxed hard against the back of your throat. His cum shot deep into you, filling you up like nothing else could, coating every surface of your insides with warm goo.

As soon as his orgasm subsided, you lifted your head from his crotch, panting heavily as well. Even though you'd been expecting it, seeing his load spill forth had made your stomach flutter nervously. It felt strange knowing that someone's seed had come directly into your body, but not quite as bad as when it happened to you.

After catching his breath, Changbin reached down and stroked your cheek lovingly, smiling at you tenderly. "Thank you."

"My pleasure," You responded shyly, blushing faintly at being complimented so openly. "If you want me to do it again, I'm more than willing..."

"Oh? Really?" He asked teasingly, smirking down at you.

You giggled softly, nodding enthusiastically. "Really! And if you're really interested, I can show you what happens next..."

Hwang Hyunjin / Nothing in this world could compare the addictive sight of seeing Hyunjin go completely submissive for you. He was so beautiful, and his pale skin glistened with a sheen of sweat; his lips also swollen and pink from kisses, and his jet-black hair seeming to cascaded down around him like waterfall.

You could see his perfect body quiver slightly as your fingers slipped inside him, stroking deep into that tight hole until he moaned softly at the sensation of being filled to the brim by someone else's hand rather than his alone. Hyunjin's hands were wrapped tightly around his thighs, holding them up against himself as if trying to keep something contained within him before it escaped entirely – but there wasn't much left to contain now, not when you'd taken control over everything.

"Mn..." His voice came out muffled through clenched teeth as his eyes rolled back in pleasure, "Y... You're too good."

His words sent another shiver running straight along your spine; hearing how happy he sounded made you smile widely. It felt incredible knowing just what kind of effect you had on him, especially since you knew exactly where all those feelings stemmed from. The fact that Hyunjin couldn't get enough of having you touch him only served to make it more satisfying to know just who he belonged to – and why.

"I'm glad~" Your voice purred low and throaty as you pulled your fingers free, letting them slip away from him slowly. "Would you like my tongue first or the toy?"

Hyunjin looked uncertainly between both options briefly, then let out an unsteady breath as he finally settled on one choice.

"The toy, please," he mumbled shyly.

A soft hum passed your lips as you reached towards the bedside table again, grabbing hold of the large black dildo which rested atop its own small stand. With a flick of your wrist you tossed it onto the mattress beside Hyunjin, watching as he leaned forwards eagerly once more to catch it. He brought the phallus close to his face, licking lightly across one end before giving it a long suckle, moaning softly at the taste of it.

Your cheeks flushed dark red as you watched him do so, biting down gently on your lower lip to try and stop yourself from making any noise. Not because you didn't want him to hear you, but simply due to wanting to savour every moment of witnessing such a sweet act; after all, you wouldn't be able to watch anything similar ever again without feeling jealous.

Those plump lips slid downwards from their perch upon the head of the sex toy, sliding right along the shaft until they pressed themselves firmly against the base. There Hyunjin paused momentarily, pausing to give his tongue a quick lick along the tip before continuing his slow descent further still.

He went even slower than usual, taking great care to drag his lips up along the length of the toy before returning back down for another kiss. Every inch of him seemed to tremble beneath you, trembling almost like a leaf caught in a storm – yet never did he falter from his task. His eyes remained fixed on yours throughout, shining bright with desire while staring directly at you.

"Does it seem wet enough? Or perhaps I should add some lube?" You asked, shifting forward slightly.

Hyunjin shook his head quickly, reaching out to take your arm.

"No need for that," he whispered huskily. "You can stick it inside me now, Y/N."

Another sharp flush ran along your cheeks as you stared at him in surprise. This time, however, it was far less innocent.

It took you a few seconds to recover, blinking rapidly before nodding. Reaching behind yourself you grabbed hold of the base of the dildo, dragging it upwards until it met with Hyunjin's entrance. A shudder racked through him as soon as you pushed past the barrier, pressing the toy deeper inside his ass.

"Hah..." His voice came out rough, thick with lust. "Ahh... Mm..."

He groaned deeply, closing his eyes and burying his face into the sheets beneath him. You weren't sure whether it was to hide his embarrassment or merely because he wanted to enjoy the sensations coursing through him. Either way, it certainly helped to heighten his experience.

With a light tug you coaxed the toy out of Hyunjin's rear, allowing it to slide smoothly back out of his body before repeating the process once more. Each thrust was gentle, each push careful; you needed to ensure he got used to having something shoved up his bum before moving onto bigger things. That would come later, though, when he was ready to handle them better.

For now, this was fine.

As expected, Hyunjin was already growing accustomed to the new sensation, gripping tightly onto the bedsheets underneath him as you continued to fuck him. Even if he hadn't been getting fucked, you doubted anyone could remain unaffected by the sight of him laying there. All that creamy flesh gleamed brightly under the dim lights, glistening beautifully thanks to the slickness of his arousal.

In no time at all, you were pushing the full length of the toy deep within him, light sobs and pleas escaping Hyunjin as he whimpered quietly. The sounds he made grew louder and louder with each passing second, echoing around the room until you thought the walls might start cracking apart. Yet, none of these worries mattered. Not in the slightest. For right here and now you were doing everything you possibly could to make Hyunjin feel good.

And judging by the way he moaned and trembled beneath you, it appeared that he was enjoying himself immensely too.

"M-More..." He gasped, breaking off mid sentence. "Please! More!"

You couldn't help but smile warmly at him, shaking your head in response.

"Not yet, love," You murmured soothingly. "My tongue still needs it's fair share of those cheeks~"

This caused Hyunjin to gulp audibly, his expression falling into confusion as you slowly withdrew the toy from his rear. Instead, you placed both hands on either side of his hips, lifting his legs up over your shoulders. Once situated, you wasted little time before lowering your head between his thighs, kissing down the smooth skin of his inner thigh. Your lips lingered briefly on his ballsack, sucking one into your mouth before teasing the other with your tongue.

The sound of Hyunjin crying out filled the air, his fingers digging into your hair and holding you firm. It wasn't long before he had relaxed somewhat, releasing his grip on your scalp and instead placing his hand upon your cheek, stroking softly. You hummed contentedly, flicking your tongue across the soft sacs of his testicles before moving down to the main prize.

Your tongue snaked its way towards Hyunjin's tight hole, tracing the puckered ring before dipping inside. Immediately his whole body tensed up, his toes curling inwards and his knees bucking violently. However, unlike last night where he'd struggled to relax, Hyunjin didn't fight you. In fact, he only seemed to loosen further, moaning loudly as you teased his insides with your talented tongue.

"Oh God..." His breathy moan echoed against the wall, causing you to glance up at him curiously. "Y-Yes... Like that..."

You smiled happily, leaning forwards slightly to give him an encouraging nudge. Catching on, Hyunjin lifted his legs higher up your shoulder, wrapping them around your neck. This allowed you to move faster, plunging your tongue deeper into his depths and giving him greater control. Before long, he was gasping for air while gripping onto the sheets like they were life rafts, trembling uncontrollably as pleasure coursed through his entire being.

"G-Gonna cum..." Hyunjin mewled weakly, voice muffled by the pillow pressed to his face. "I think I'm gonna—"

His words trailed off abruptly as his cock exploded, spurting ropes of thick cream his stomach and face. With a pleased smirk, you keep licking away, slowly easing him out of the pleasure zone. By the time you pulled your tongue free, the first few wisps of white have already begun to form atop his chest, rapidly spreading their tendrils throughout his pale frame. A shiver ran down your spine, excitement bubbling within you as you leaned upwards.

"Quite the mess you've got there." You chuckled, pointing your chin towards his crotch. "Mind if I clean that up for you~?"

"Please do~" Hyunjin teased along with you, reaching down to grab hold of his sensitive dick. "I'm sure it'll be delicious..."

Han Jisung / Jisung couldn't stop his eyes from slightly rolling back into their sockets. He this done to him so many times before, but never got tired of it—not even now, when his body was aching and stiff with fatigue.

The intense rhythm of your mouth against the rim of his loosened opening only added to that sensation; and every time you pushed deeper inside, Jisung's breath hitched in response as pleasure shot through him like lightning bolts. His hips were jerking up off the bed again and again, desperate for more friction between them, until finally you pulled out completely.

You kissed along his milky thighs, lingering over each one individually while he squirmed beneath you on the sheets, panting hard. Your tongue slid across his skin, leaving a trail of wetness wherever it went, but he couldn't stop himself from moving when you pulled back just a little bit each time before plunging forward once more. It swirled around his hole with such skill, making all other sensations fade into insignificance – even your fingers rubbing small circles over his sensitive perineum or stroking along his lower abs didn't feel as good compared to what you were doing right now.

Every single one of those pump sent jolts of heat straight down his shaft until he thought he might combust at any second, and yet somehow the pressure kept building higher than ever before without bursting outwards in an explosion of ecstasy. It wasn't long after that realization dawned on you both that you'd reached a new plateau together: the point where nothing else mattered except how much pleasure could be wrung out of this moment.

The sounds coming from his throat grew louder by the second, as if they had his own life force, filling your ears with sweet music while making your heart beat faster than ever before. However, the sight of Jisung's head being thrown back and eyes rolling upwards once more told you everything about how far past the edge he was falling towards. You didn't need to hear him say anything to know exactly how close he was getting either; not when his entire body was trembling underneath yours and sweat began dripping onto his chest.

All you needed to do then was hold still for another few seconds longer and let him come undone completely beneath you.

"I didn't know you could get this slutty, Jisung," You murmured huskily, tracing circles around his opening with your fingertips. "...I'm kinda impressed~"

"Haah... and who's fault is that?" He gasped, lifting his ass off the mattress slightly to give you better access. "You've been driving me crazy since I woke up this morning."

Your lips curled into a smirk at his admission. "Mhm? Is that why you're being such a greedy bottom tonight?"

"D-Don't call me that..." He moaned lowly. "It makes me feel weird when you talk dirty like that."

His words sounded pained, which only served to turn you on further. If he wanted you to keep talking dirty, there was no way you would deny him. Especially not after seeing the look of pure bliss painted across his face during your last intense bout of anal play.

"Hm?" You hummed innocently, dragging two fingers slowly inside him. "What am I supposed to call you instead? My bitch maybe? Or my sissy boy? That sound nice, doesn't it?"

Jisung moaned at the words, enjoying such degrading names slipping from your lips. Even though he knew they were meant purely as a form of affection, hearing someone speak so lovingly about his body turned him on immensely. But it wasn't enough for you just to tease his prostate – you also wanted to make sure he came hard too. And judging by the way his hips bucked up eagerly under your touch, he clearly loved feeling filled by something larger than usual. So you decided to push things further and slid a third digit inside him.

He whimpered softly, shuddering at the sudden invasion as your digits stretched him open wide and pressed flush against his inner walls.

"Ohh..." You breathed, pulling them out briefly before pushing them back in. "So tight already! How are you going to take three fingers when I can barely fit two?"

"Please don't ask that question," He groaned, arching his hips upwards. "Just fuck me—"

You silenced him with a sharp smack to his ass, earning yourself a muffled yelp of surprise from his throat. With a grin, you repeated the motion several times until his whimpers became screams of passion, followed closely by the sound of his release flooding down your hand. By then, you'd managed to slide three fingers deep inside him, stretching him out so much that you worried you might tear him apart. But he took it surprisingly well, moaning deeply and thrashing around underneath you while his muscles clenched tightly around your invading digits.

His cock twitched between your legs repeatedly, throbbing and leaking thick precum over your stomach whenever you rubbed up against it. Every single time he did that, you squeezed his dick lightly to remind him that he wouldn't be cumming anytime soon – unless he asked nicely first, of course.

"You sure are liking this, huh?" You mused softly, feeling somewhat proud of yourself for getting him worked up enough to beg after only a few minutes. "Maybe next time we'll have to try something even bigger."

"Fuck yes!" Jisung cried breathlessly, biting his lip and panting heavily. "Do whatever you want to me, Y/N."

Your pussy couldn't help but throbbing at that, tingling all over as arousal pooled low within you. You felt warm and fuzzy inside knowing you were able to make someone like him crave your touch so badly. But, the part of you wished you could see his expression right now – especially after hearing him admit how slutty he really was.

"Alright, then..." You smirked, withdrawing your fingers from his hole and sliding them up his shaft. "How 'bout you show me what kind of tricks you got hiding behind those pretty brown eyes of yours?"

Lee Felix / Strings of loud giggles followed by a burst of laughter echoed through the cool night air. You and Felix exchanged cheerful glances as you held both of his legs apart, spreading him open for your pure enjoyment. He looked up at you, eyes twinkling in the light from the lamp around the room.

His grin was beaming with excitement, the freckles on his cheeks standing out more than ever before. His cock stood tall and proud between his thighs, thick veins running along its length like dark ribbons against the pale skin beneath it. A bead of pre-cum had already formed upon one end, oozing slowly down towards his balls. It took no time to get hard again after such an intense orgasm just moments ago – not that he'd have minded if this were any other day...

"Dang it, Felix. Stop laughing, I can't concentrate!" You chuckled softly, but he just snickered back at you. "If you keep disobeying me like this, I'm gonna have to make you pay for it..."

He pouted cutely. "Yeah? Like what?"

You rolled your eyes playfully; shaking your head lightly, making sure every inch of his body was covered in goosebumps. "Oh don't worry about that, I'll think up something good~"

Felix whimpered happily into the pillow below his face as you began to explore his body with soft kisses and gentle licks, leaving a trail of wetness where your tongue traced each curve of his abs and lower torso. Soon, the main event was upon you, and you pass your eyesight his pink hole with a playful smirk.

"Alrighty then, let's see how naughty you've been this week~" You said with a wink before dropping your whole face between his legs, pushing them wide apart so you could fit comfortably between them. The moment you felt the tip touch his entrance, you paused momentarily.

"What is it? Is there some problem?" Felix asked curiously, looking down at you expectantly.

"Nope! Just thinking." You replied quickly, giving him another quick kiss on the lips before continuing.

Your nose touched his ass first, taking in the musky scent that wafted off of his smooth skin. You knew exactly why he smelled like sweat right now – because he was nervous, which meant this would be much easier for you to do without feeling guilty later. Taking slow breaths through your nostrils, you pressed forward until your tongue finally met his tight little opening.

It tasted slightly salty, yet sweet at once, almost like candy mixed with a hint of honey. You pushed your tongue inside of him slowly, letting it slip past his inner walls with ease despite their resistance. When you reached his prostate, you flicked it over and under several times, causing his entire body to tense up in response. After only a few seconds of this, however, he relaxed again.

"Mm..." He moaned quietly, wriggling his butt against your face eagerly. "Fuck..."

Gently biting down on his tailbone, you started to move deeper into him, licking all around his sensitive parts while occasionally slipping your fingers underneath his ass to tease his perineum. His hips buckled as you made contact with his g-spot, sending sharp bursts of pleasure shooting throughout his body. Within minutes, his breathing became ragged and erratic, his toes curling reflexively as his muscles tensed up even further.

"Faster, please..." He begged breathlessly, squirming beneath your mouth.

"I will," You promised him, moving faster still. "Just hold onto my shoulders, okay?"

Felix nodded weakly, gripping your forearms tightly as you continued to lap away at his insides. With each new lick, he gasped loudly, moaning into the bed sheets as he gripped the edges of the mattress harder and tighter. His entire body shuddered when you hit his prostate again, spasms rocking his pelvis uncontrollably as he came undone completely.

After several long minutes of blissful silence passed between you two, you pulled yourself free of his slick warmth, kissing his inner thigh lovingly.

"Well, well, well. Looks like someone got himself worked up pretty badly tonight~" You teased, winking at him.

He blushed hotly, ducking his head bashfully behind his hair. "Please. Don't tease me like that..."

Kim Seungmin / Seungmin's expression alone showed how unimpressed he seemed with your antics, but he didn't move. He just kept staring at you like a predator waiting for it's prey to make the first mistake, so it can pounce on them and kill them instantly. But, you refused to back down so easily, even though every fiber of your being wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed right now and sleep until tomorrow morning came around again.

His gaze faltered slightly when they landed upon yours, before returning to look over your body once again.

"I see." Seungmin said with an airy laugh, not seeming bothered by your behavior in any way, shape, or form. "I assume you're going to have fun tonight then?"

"You bet I am!" You replied confidently as his eyes flitted away from you, only to come crashing back onto yours immediately after. "I won't give up on this!"

Seungmin's smile widened ever so slightly this time, showing off those perfect white teeth that had made him infamous among girls all across the world. His dark hair fell carelessly about his face while still managing to cover up most of his forehead, giving him a rather mysterious appearance. And if there was one thing that could be said about Seungmin, it would definitely be that he looked good without trying too hard. Even in a simple button-up shirt and jeans, he managed to exude an aura of sexiness unlike anyone else.

But, right now, he was completely nude and his tight entrance beckoned towards you like some sort of siren call. It almost felt sinful to stare at him in such close proximity knowing full well what lay within those walls, but you couldn't help yourself either.

The tip of your tongue brushed against his pucker teasingly before pressing forward, sliding along his flesh slowly. A low groan rumbled through his chest as you began licking around his opening, tasting him intimately. The taste wasn't unpleasant by any means, quite the opposite actually, it was sweet and tangy at the same time. Your lips curled into a smile as you pressed further inside, feeling his muscles clench tightly around your tongue.

"You can do anything you want to me right now...I won't stop you," Seungmin teased rather michevlously, "Even after taking my ass virginity~"

He seemed to be testing you again, clearly daring you to try and impress him further. With that thought in mind, you took hold of both sides of his hips firmly, sinking deeper between them. His inner thighs gripped around your head possessively, holding you prisoner as you continued lapping at his hole. If he wanted to play games, then you were happy to oblige.

Your hands roamed freely over his skin, tracing every inch of his torso and abs lovingly. Every muscle stood out proudly under your touch, flexing beneath your palms as you played with them. His stomach was flat and toned, making it easy to slide your fingers underneath it, touching every part of it that you could reach. There weren't many places that you hadn't touched already, yet none of these areas were off limits. In fact, you found that exploring his body brought you much joy, especially since no other girl had done so before.

As you moved lower, your nose brushed against his ballsack. They hung heavy and ripe above your head, their size intimidating. Their firmness felt amazing, rubbing softly against your cheeks as you inhaled deeply, smelling his musky scent. Just thinking about sucking on them sent shivers coursing throughout your entire body. You knew that you wouldn't be able to resist doing so soon enough, which caused another moan to escape your mouth.

"Don't get cocky now..." Seungmin warned lazily, causing you to chuckle lightly. "You'll pay for that late,"

"Oh? I wouldn't dare~!" You assured him with a playful smirk.

You chuckled lowly, shifting your attention downwards to his dick. It was long and thick, stretching out obscenely past his hip bone. Its surface was smooth and shiny, glistening brightly in the moonlight. Each vein pulsated rhythmically, growing thicker as blood rushed to it. As you watched, a bead of pre-cum formed at its tip, oozing precum outwards. Without hesitation, you reached upwards, wrapping your hand around the base of his shaft.

A deep growl vibrated through his chest, causing you to grin happily. His hips buckled forwards slightly, pushing himself closer to your waiting mouth. You obliged willingly, lowering your face towards his crotch and kissing the tip of his cockhead gently. Warmth flooded your insides as you drew him in, taking a single lick of his length.

"Mnh..." Seungmin grunted loudly, grabbing fistfuls of your hair and forcing you down his length.

It was clear that he didn't intend to wait anymore. He thrust his pelvis forward forcefully, plunging his cock deep into your throat. You gagged audibly, choking on his length before gasping for breath. However, you quickly recovered, swallowing his meat whole once more.

"Ah! Ahhh..." He moaned lustfully, gripping your head tighter. "That's it...just keep going like that..."

With each passing second, you got better at controlling how far down his dick went. Soon, you were bobbing your head faster and harder than ever, slurping loudly as you sucked greedily upon him. Your saliva dripped from the corners of his cock, pooling together below your chin as you kept pumping his rod relentlessly.

Finally, after several minutes of this, Seungmin grabbed onto your shoulders tightly, pulling you back up from his cock until only the very tip remained in your mouth. Your eyes widened, not expecting him to pull away. Yet, when he did, you felt him shot his load straight down your throat.

His cum hit the back of your throat hard, causing you to gag violently. His seed filled your mouth rapidly, overflowing all too easily as it splattered against your tongue. You tried desperately to swallow everything but some spilled out the side of your lips. Nevertheless, you swallowed the rest eagerly, drinking it all down like a thirsty man. When he finished emptying himself completely, you released his softening cock and sat upright.

"How does it taste, babe?" Seungmin smirked lewdly, satisfied with your performance.

"Like heaven." You replied honestly, licking your lips clean.

Seungmin laughed softly, shaking his head. "Good. I'm so glad we're on the same page here~"

Yang Jeongin / A warm feeling spread throughout Jeongin's entire body as he looked at you with a big smile—it was a pleasant sensation, unlike anything else in the world. You could only stare back into those beautiful orbs of his, unable to speak or even breathe properly.

It felt good just looking at him... and it made you feel a bit more guilty about how badly you've been ravaging his anus with your mouth, not bothering to think to what might be going through his head right now. But, there wasn't time for guilt; he needed this as much as you did.

"Mmph~! Ahh!" Jeongin cried out, arching off the bed as you continued lapping away on his tight hole. "G-God damnit..."

"Swearing now, are we?" You giggled softly against his buttcheeks, earning another cute yelp from the young man beneath you.

Jeongin shifted under your hands, moving himself closer towards where you wanted to go next. His legs parted further apart without asking them too, exposing an enticing view for you to feast upon once again.

The sight almost brought tears to your eyes, seeing how eager he was, but instead, they turned into hot droplets that slid down over your cheeks after a few seconds spent admiring the scene before you. Your lips curled upwards slightly as you took in his musky scent and sweet taste, the latter of which seemed to linger around inside longer than usual. It must have meant something special, if it tasted different from other times.

"S-Sorry, I guess it kinda slipped out," He muttered shyly, embarrassed by having cursed in front of you despite being completely naked and vulnerable.

"Don't apologize. I like it when you swear, especially since you're always so proper all the time~" You leaned forward a little more, pressing your nose into the crevice between his cheeks until your nostrils were practically touching his puckered entrance.

Jeongin shuddered lightly at the contact, causing his whole body to twitch underneath your touch. You didn't let up; he smelled too delicious, and you couldn't resist taking a deep whiff. As soon as you did, your soon tongue caught a mind of it's own, and started licking along his crack, teasing him gently while keeping the rest of your face planted firmly on him. Jeongin squirmed and moaned softly each time you brushed past his sphincter, his breath coming out short and fast.

"Oh god... I can't... Mmgh!" He mumbled, his voice muffled due to the sensation of you being half-way inside of him. "N-Not gonna last long..."

Your tongue kept working it's magic, slowly circling around the rim of his rosebud before pushing back inward. His muscles clamped down hard on you, preventing you from entering deeper, but that didn't stop you from trying. After several minutes of gentle prodding, you managed to get the rest of your tongue buried within him, eliciting yet another soft groan from Jeongin.

"Really? Haha...you sure?" You teased, wiggling your tongue around inside of him. "I've barely done anything."

"L-Liar..." Jeongin replied with a giggle.

You chuckled quietly, withdrawing your tongue from his rear then bringing it up to tease his perineum. His skin was smooth and silky, begging for attention in every way possible.

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El comienzo

The scene takes place in the world of Puss in Boots 2, in Far far away. The reader in all those upcoming one shots is the incarnation of bad luck, they are literally just trying to go through life and enjoy however they can.

It is a small One shot of what I imagine the first encounter of Death and the Y/N I portray would look like.

The start. -Part 1

Living in the world of Far far away had its perks. There was magic all around you at every time of the day. And today, the birds were singing, bathing in the warmth of a sunlight u hadn’t seen for a few days. Yes, good luck was smiling at you. Rare were the times that u could think that. And in a strange coincidence, the singing of the birds were soon joined by the music of a nearby village. Everything, was creating a music of their own, melodic voices coming out of the beaks of those colorful animals chilling on the branch above you. Quickly you moved away from this spot. Today no bird poop on your head was gonna ruin your good mood. You sighed as you looked behind you, walking away from the nice music that was feeling your ears, a smile stretching your face softly. You better not ruined this nice afternoon for other people, right ? Your face always turned the other way, you walked away, and end up bumping into an oak tree that "happened" to be in your way.

A pained sound coming out of your lips as a fruit dropped from one of its branches, squashing down on the top of your head. Well…It’s a lucky day on your level right ? The gooey feeling of something sliding along your hair and your skull made you shiver. That was disgusting. And the smell… Was that a rotten fruit ? U dare to put your hand in the squishy texture sliding down your head. As you look at the brownish texture on your fingers, you sigh, yes, definitely rotten.

You initially wanted to go to the next village to buy some food as nothing was left inside your house, but to be honest, that all plan was now screwed up. People knew that you were not the most fortunate person around here, however no need to become the person that smells like rotten fruits to their eyes too. Right ? You looked around you in desperate need of hearing the sound of a nearby river… But if the sound of the birds’ voices, (literally) didn’t bother you at first, now it was annoying. You couldn’t hear anything but their melodic sounds now. A groan escaped your lips as you walked away quickly, watching over your steps, being careful to not trip on yet another tree root or any wandering blind mouse...

And as you were walking away, you could finally hear it, the sound softly brushing against the sides of the river. You smiled, finally something nice. And as you walked past the bushes, you let yourself slide down the small hill to get to the said river. When your knees hit the ground, you were faced with your reflection in the water. Your face was the same as usual, visibly tired but still attractive, but… The brown fruit, which you guessed was an apple, was staining your outfit but also your face. You quickly cup two hands full of water to get rid of the thing above your head and now on your hair and clothes.

“Joder...” you muttered as you continued to carry your hands down your colorful clothes. A stench dirtying the outfit that you made yourself. If you were to be honest with yourself, you were very conscious about the way you looked. You never left your house without the prettiest outfit you could come up with, neat hair, neat make up if you felt like putting some on. And yet, every day, in one way or another that was going to waste. You let your ass plump on the ground in a sigh, sometimes it was very discouraging.

And as you were contemplating the colors of the trees that were shading you from the sun of the day, you heard a yelp coming from the other side of the river. And then a strangled cry. You turned your head to face the situation. A man was on the ground, protecting his face, muttering in a loop what you could manage to understand was “please”.

The situation pushed you to get up, one foot walking in the water, an urge to help the man in front of you that was visually having a panic attack. You called as you walked in the water, not minding the water getting in your shoes, the man jolted as he turned around to look at you. “Save me !”

The moment you get across the river, and get to the man on the floor, he nearly clings to you. The sudden touch makes you flinch. That was not a welcomed touch, you didn’t know the guy, but before you could say something. A sound caught your attention, lifting your chin towards the forest in front of you.

“They are back !”

Who was he talking to or more like screaming about? Once again, the moment you were about to ask a question, you were cut with the sharp answer. The first of a few women dressed in white and a skull covering their faces came out of the so silent forest. They were taller than you, long black wavy hair resting on their shoulders, their purple-ish skin glowing under the warmth of the day. They looked like ghosts…And you could swear they were. Their white and long dresses caressed the grass under them as they walked, you stepped back in unison. But the man clinging to you prohibited you from walking away.

When they stopped in front of you, the first one lifted her staff towards the guy on the floor.

“No puedes huir de nosotras.”, a shiver was sent down your spine. The voice wasn't soothing or calm, it was tired, menacing and cold.

“I told you I dont fucking understand you, witch !” the man raised his gaze at you once again, with pleading, pitiful eyes. “Help me! I have done nothing wrong, I am just a wanderer !”. But your gaze didn’t meet his.. You were sure that the growing coldness in the air, and the breath-taking situation in front of you was bad news. And you were caught in the spider’s web too.

“They said, you can’t escape them.” you muttered as you translated the sentence of what you guess were women in front of you.

“La orilla de este río será el lugar donde morirás, hombre.”,they were out to kill him. And seemed pretty determined to do so apparently. And as you muttered an anxious sound, the staff that was pointing at the man clinging to your knees, slowly started to point at you. “Si no sueltas a esa persona y te rindes. La mataremos. Como advertencia.”

“What ? No! I have nothing to do with this man !” You begged. “Please don't use my life as an example, I just happened to stumble upon here ! And-”

“An example ?” muttered the man next to you. His face lights up, as he lets go of you in a rushed way, almost pushing you towards. This “almost pushing you forward”, made you stumble on a rock or a stick, you don’t even know but that made you stumble onto what you decided was a ghost. A pretty tangible ghost.

The moment you touched the ghost, she seemed to tense up as the rest of the group let out a scream that sounded more like a cry. You immediately stood up, before the staff that was pointing at you a few minutes before came to smack you violently at the back of your knees. Making you kneel down in reaction, and as your knees touch the ground, the staff comes for another swing on your head. That fucking hurt… The swing and your head smashing on the ground might have caused a concussion. You closed your eyes for a second, trying to take in the buzzing sound inside your head. Everything around you sounded so high pitched, the unnatural movements of the water, the sounds coming from the group of ghosts, the sound of leaves and a whistle.

As you opened your eyes to take in your surroundings, you could see the bottom of the staff, shaped in a pointy end just above your eyes. Was it really how you were gonna end. And as you waited for that end to come, you couldn’t help but notice that all the heads of the ghosts were looking in the same direction.

Out of curiosity to know what was saving you from getting your eyes plucked, you looked in the same direction. Your eyes landed on a tall dark hooded figure holding the man that was trying to run away who was still trying to squirm away as the hand… paw ? around his neck was privating him from breathing.

“Chicas, creo que se equivocaron de persona.” the deep and raspy voice seemed to shake the creatures above you to the core. And as he turned towards the shore where you were, you could finally see those two piercing red eyes looking right at you. “This one is not supposed to join the other side yet.”

“We want the man.” one of the group said. A low chuckle came out of the wolf’s throat. “Of course, Lloronas.”

And at the moment when those words left his muzzle, he threw the guy at the feet of the group. You could see the staff above you pulling away, and being replaced by the face of that said wolf. “For your sake you might want to go to sleep, Chiqui.” and soon after u felt the paw of the tall male covering your eyes and your subconscious slowly falling into slumber.

The next time you opened your eyes was when you were lying on the soft matress that was your own. Your face savoring the rays of the sun shining through your window. A small smile stretched across your lips as your recognized your surrounding… The day was shaping up to be superb. And as you slowly turned your head the other way you were met with a black mass. The back of who, you assumed, brought you back here and saved you back then. As a small sound of surprise escaped your lips, the muzzle turned your way, red piercing eyes meeting yours.

"Finally waking up. You sure took your time." when he talked, you couldn't do much other than watch his teeth. He had massive teeth, intimidating ones. One of a predator, you didnt dare to speak. What if some silly words came out of your mouth and angered the wolf.

"Lost your tongue Chiqui ? I just asked you a question."

Did he ? To be honest, whatever he might said didn't even reach your hears. "Estas bien ?" Are you okay? Was he worried for you ? You nodded slowly as you took the kind glimt in his eyes. You smiled to reassure this stranger.

"Can I ask you your name ?" you asked, curious.

"Death, Chiqui. I am the Death."

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sunflower, chapter seven

summary: on a dark and stormy night, Y/n finally reveals some stuff to Spencer

warnings: references to 9x13 and 9x14, talk of death, talk of trauma, crying, unintentionally skipping meals, cuddling, kissing

word count: 1426

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You’d always loved the rain. How soothing it was as a soundtrack, the smell of it when you opened a window and poked your nose out. It had always been very good at calming you down, but not tonight.

Earlier, you’d finally talked to your therapist about the nightmares you’d been having nonstop for the past few weeks. It wasn’t the first time the two of you had talked about how your parents had passed, but it never got any easier. You were exhausted when you got home, completely drained from the horrid conversation. Not being able to do anything, you’d just sat down and stayed in that curled-up position for hours.

You were currently still there, completely immobile, clutching a pillow to your stomach. Looking down, you reread the text you’d gotten earlier that night.

From: Spencer

Dear Y/n.

I just finished up work and I’m about to head over to Georgetown for a Korean film festival they are throwing there. Do you want to come? It’s completely fine if you don’t feel up for it, I just wanted to ask anyway. If you don’t, I hope to see you when I get back. Would be nice to get a goodnight hug after being away on a case for the last few days.

Sincerely, Spencer

From: Y/n

Sorry, not tonight

All you wanted was to have Spencer be here, to feel his calming presence, but you didn’t want to burden him or ruin his plans. Peeking up at the clock, it occurred to you that you’d completely missed dinnertime. Your body was too numb, not letting you feel the signals of hunger.

Listening closely, you finally heard a noise out in the quiet hallway. Shuffling footsteps and the clicking of a lock. With a deep breath, you moved for the first time in hours, body protesting, hurting from how stationery you’d been. Grasping onto whatever you could reach for support, you made your way to the door.

Once you were in the dark hall, you kept your hand on the wall, tracing the texture, trying to keep yourself grounded. Once you were standing in front of Spencer’s front door, you took a moment to gather yourself, then finally knocked.

When he answered the door, his smile melted away quickly, “Y/n.”

The sound of his voice felt like the sweetest relief imaginable, causing fresh tears to sting in your eyes, “hi, can I come in?”

Reaching out, he gently pulled you inside, but you kept on moving till your body crashed into his, shakily wrapping your arms around his sides. Immediately hugging you back, he muttered into your hair, “what do you need? What can I do?”

“Can we just watch the rain for a bit?” you sniffled into his shirt.

“Of course,” he agreed, guiding you over towards the brown leather couch in the middle of the room.

“Would you mind if we sat on the floor?” you asked, in a small voice. He just nodded and went to grab all of the blankets and pillows off the couch. Sitting down first, he then helped you down as well.

Enveloping you tightly in both blankets, you protested his kind actions by inching closer and hugging the ends around him as well. He picked up your legs, pulling them over his own, bringing you that much closer.

Letting your head come to rest on his chest you stared out into the storm. His hand came up to softly stroke your hair, gently scratching at your scalp every once and a while. “It never made much sense to me why Britain’s so famous for its rain. It’s not even the place that gets the most rain in the world, that’s Māwsynrām.”

Appreciating his attempts at distracting your clouded mind, you revealed in a low voice, “I was 15 when my parents died.”

His hand stilled at your words, staying quiet and letting you continue, “it was a car accident, my sibling Stevie was there too, but my parents, they-… they didn’t make it,” turning your head to look down, your hands started to fiddle with the bottom of Spencer’s cardigan, “Stevie’s only two years older than me, so they couldn’t be my legal guardian yet. We had to live with our uncle for a while, I never really knew him before that, but he was our only living relative. He, h-… he wasn’t a very kind man… he said a lot of-, did some-… but as soon as Stevie turned 18, we were out of there… I know it’s been a long time, ten years, but I don’t think I’ve healed as much as I envisioned back then. Ten years. That felt like a long time, so I thought it would be better now, or better than it is.”

Tugging lightly at one of the small buttons on his cardigan, you kept going “I’ve been having a lot of nightmares every night for the past few weeks. I used to get them a lot more, but now it’s mostly just when I’m too stressed or during the wintertime. It always gets bad at this time of year. They are the kind where when I wake up, my body doesn’t really understand that I’m not still in the dream, so it has to react. Most of the time I cry, like immediately just start sobbing and hyperventilating. Sometimes it turns into a panic attack. Sometimes I just wake up and my body is frozen, I can’t move. It does that too when I’m awake, that’s my fight or flight instinct. Freeze up, real practical.”

Moving your head slightly to look back out the window, you waited for him to react, and after a bit, you heard him softly choke out, “I am so sorry, Y/n.”

Lifting your head to look up into his eyes, you didn’t say anything back, just let out a shaky breath. If you had thought that you were tired before, after vocalizing those terrible memories, you were so much more than tired. “Would it be alright if I slept here tonight? I really don’t wanna be alone right now,” you confessed.

Tugging a stray piece of hair behind your ear, he breathed out, “yeah,” then carefully lifted the two of you up, practically carrying you the few feet to his bed. Crawling under the covers, you nestled into him, sprawling one arm over his torso, and hiking a leg up lazily.

Noticing how hesitant his touch was over your body, you tilted your head up to give him a small peck on his neck and started rubbing soothing patterns over his side. That was all he needed to gain the confidence to hold you properly and not soon after that, being completely spent, the two of you drifted off to sleep.

The sound of a phone ringing rudely awoke you. With a groan, Spencer rolled over to pick it off the nightstand and answer it.

“Hello?” he said quietly, voice deep from sleep.

Lulling your eyes open you saw him go from having his eyes closed, barely awake, to snapping his eyes open in horror and jumping a bit under your touch at the message he heard.

“I’ll be there in a bit. See you there, Garcia,” he hung up, now very much awake.

“Spencer? What is it?” you mumbled, sitting up a bit on your elbow as he quickly got out of bed.

“I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry. If this was anything else, I would stay,” he apologized, “I-, something happened to my friend.”

“What?” you breathed out, sitting up straight, “are they- “not letting yourself finish the question.

“I don’t know, I-, I’m really sorry, Y/n.”

Grabbing a hold of his hand, “Spencer, please don’t apologize, you have nothing to be sorry for. If anything, it’s me that should apologize, I’m the one who came over, the one who insisted on staying.”

“Don’t,” he cautioned, “I want you here. I’m so happy that you reached out for help, for my help.”

Giving him a sad smile, you squeezed his hand.

“I have to go,” he stated but didn’t move, just stayed there, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at you.

“Yeah,” you agreed.

Leaning forward to kiss you, he stopped right before your lips could meet. Noses touching, sharing breaths, he whispered, “I don’t wanna leave you.”

Bringing a hand up to his cheek, you stroked it lightly, as your lip quivered, “I’ll be okay. You go.”

Staying there a moment longer, he pulled away and didn’t look back.

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the-real-housewives-of-waterdeep · 6 months

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Chapter 4: Mushroom Stew

Summary: As the heiress apparent to House Selemchant of Amn, Dulcinea is used to getting her way. At 28 years old, she has never had to lift a finger unless it was to cast an evocation spell. That is, until she woke up on an unknown beach with a tadpole in her brain.

Rating: MA

Category: F/M

Relationships: Tav/Gale

Chapter 4/?

Word Count: 1.9K

A/N: Dulcinea is meant to be Armenian-coded. Snkapur, a traditional mushroom stew, is the first of a handful of Armenian cultural references sprinkled throughout the story. I’m not Armenian, but it’s a culture that I really appreciate and want to highlight since I don’t really see it talked about often, in my experience. All of that said, I hope I’m doing it justice.

Dulcinea knelt on her bedroll, legs tucked primly beneath her. She wore only her chemise which was, for now, unscathed by the dirt, blood, and dust of her travels.

Her dress had not fared nearly so well. Its skirt bore scratch marks from being attacked by an intellect devourer earlier that day and was splattered with the white matter remnants of that same intellect devourer. Her dress was folded with care and tucked away in a burlap sack that Shadowheart had found. While Dulcinea was deeply reluctant to sully her dress further, she had no other option but to store it in the dusty sack. Eventually, she realized, she would need to wash and mend the dress however, doing her laundry or her clothing repairs was a foreign concept. Clothilde or someone else always dealt with such matters for her.

She studied her hands which were once soft and spotless but were now marred by fresh scrapes and scratches incurred while climbing through brush and bramble. She looked to her right ring finger, rubbing the spot where a diamond ring once sat. Even a year after her engagement to Darius ended, Dulcinea still felt naked without the ring.

She blinked hard, trying to divert her thoughts from Darius. Nothing good came of those memories. She stole a furtive glance at Gale who was tending to a mushroom stew with the watchfulness of an overprotective parent. Upon his arrival, Gale appointed himself to cooking duties. Somehow, he had managed to make dinner out of seemingly nothing but mushrooms, tomatoes, potatoes, onions, and garlic. The rich and comforting smell of the stew wafted in her direction, drifting on a gentle breeze. It was an unpretentious meal, a far cry from what she was used to eating, but far better than anything she could’ve concocted.

“Dulcinea!” Gale called. “I must ask for your assistance.”

Dulcinea swallowed hard, rising to her feet. She slipped on her boots, lacing them quickly. The thought of getting her feet dirty was repugnant, no matter how ridiculous she looked in a chemise and a pair of muddy boots.

“I’m sure you’re aware I have absolutely no cooking skills, yes?” she asked as she approached Gale.

He snorted. “I have no use for your cooking skills or the lack thereof. No, what I require is your palate.” He beckoned her closer. “I need you to taste this. Tell me what you think.”

Dulcinea knelt down next to Gale. “Try this,” he instructed, taking a spoonful of stew. Dulcinea began to reach for the spoon, but instead, Gale brought it to her mouth. Hesitantly, Dulcinea opened her mouth, allowing Gale to pour the soup into her mouth. She felt a flutter of excitement, that old twist of her insides. The moment conveyed a tenderness that she did not anticipate.

Gale stared at her expectantly as she quietly evaluated the stew’s flavor and texture. “It’s nice,” she replied. “It’s not an Amnian snkapur, but it’s nice.” Her mother’s snkapur was a generations-old recipe for an indulgent roasted mushroom soup seasoned with Selemchant bard’s toe peppers grown only in the family garden. Tasting Gale’s mushroom stew made her slightly homesick. She furrowed her brow. “It needs more garlic.”

Gale snorted. “You’re not wrong, although I was hoping for a cut above merely ‘nice’. Were I back home in my tower in Waterdeep, I would have a vast array of spices from across Faerûn to choose from. Alas, I must do the best with what is available at hand.”

“It reminds me of home,” Dulcinea said, attempting to assuage having called Gale’s cooking ‘nice’. “And most food could use more garlic.” Knowing how proud Gale could be at times, she regretted having been so frank with him, although he had asked for her opinion.

“You know, some people are allergic to garlic,” Astarion called from across camp, audibly irritated by Dulcinea’s desire for more garlic.

“Athkatla: The City of Coin,” Gale said with reverence. “It’s been many a year since I visited. When I was a much younger man, my colleague Zeredahn Behlsahn invited me there to be a groomsman at his wedding. I spent an entire ten-day drinking wine, reading rare Calishite tomes, and basking in the sun. If the use of magic by outsiders wasn’t illegal within the city, I would have considered taking my sabbatical there, but to have gone even a ten-day without magic was like depriving myself of water for just as long. Athkatla is certainly no Waterdeep, but it is a place of splendor in its own right.”

Dulcinea scoffed. “The wine in Amn is far better.”

She could think of a much more comprehensive list of reasons why Athkatla was superior. Athkatla’s reputation as the City of Coin was a tribute to its wealth that came as a part of its role in the Sword Coast gem trade. The city’s reputation drew in people from all over Faerûn. As such, nearly anything Dulcinea’s heart desired was readily available; gemstones, silk robes, or cosmetics that were only available in the farthest reaches of the continent.

While Waterdhavian society hosted its fair share of galas and events of the season, parties never seemed to end or be in short supply in Athkatla. Her father frequently hosted gatherings of his own, which boasted a menu ranging from elevated traditional Amnian food to exotic delicacies, such as Zakharan rosefish marinated in Athkatlan lime.

Dulcinea spent much of her childhood in the courtyard of the family home, a rectangular garden containing mint, basil, licorice, marjoram, and her family’s pepper cultivar. When she wasn’t sparring with her brother, studying, or taking her music lessons, she could be found stretched out on a rattan chaise in the courtyard, warming herself in the southern sunlight.

“You are a tough woman to please, Miss Selemchant,” Gale remarked, still sounding a touch miffed by Dulcinea’s earlier comment. “And here I thought my expectations were lofty.”

Dulcinea crossed her arms, looking at Gale out of the corner of her eye. “My pedigree as a Selemchant is not my fault.” She flipped her thick curls over her shoulder primly. “It’s my privilege.”

“And your engagement to Darius Tarn has only contributed to such tastes.”

Dulcinea recoiled at the mention of her ex-fiancé. “Darius has nothing to do with it,” she spat, once again rubbing the spot where her diamond ring once sat. She turned from Gale, her throat feeling tight. He must have either not heard about or had forgotten the explosive end of her engagement.

She stood, dusting the dirt from her knees. “Hmph,” she snorted, walking quickly back to her tent. She crawled inside, casting a cantrip to seal the tent flap. She had yearned after Gale for a decade now, even through her engagement to Darius. Dulcinea always got what she wanted, yet Gale was the one thing she wanted but could never have. Loroakkan said it best: he was out of her league. Even after his fall from grace when he lost Mystra’s favor as her Chosen, he was still tenfold the mage she could ever dream of being. That moment by the fire with Gale feeding her stew was the closest she had been to Gale and the most they had interacted beyond formalities and small talk. After all of that, she managed to alienate him and offend him in one fell swoop.

More than that, she felt ashamed of herself for behaving the way that she had. She had gained a reputation in the arcane community of Waterdeep for being a spoiled bitch. Being called “the princess of Athkatla” was cuter when she was 18, but had lost its charm significantly by the time she hit her mid-twenties. Even her father, who cherished her above all of the precious gems in Athkatla, was growing impatient with her entitlement. When she ended her engagement to Darius, she was thwarting her father’s plans of gaining political clout outside of Amn and he was now threatening to have her brought home to Athkatla. Yet, here she was pouting in her tent after once again proving her moniker to be correct. She was a spoiled bitch and a princess with no kingdom to speak of.

Dulcinea was too embarrassed and frustrated with herself to come out of her tent that night, foregoing dinner in lieu of solitude. Even as hungry as she was, she would rather starve that night than face Gale again.

In the morning, Dulcinea awoke to the smell of coffee brewing outside. She sat up slowly, her tailbone still hurting from when she fell on it the other day. Every joint in her body cried out in protest from a night of sleeping on the ground with nothing more than a bedroll to comfort her. She was loathe to leave her tent, but she would have to go outside eventually. She produced her dress from its burlap sack and pulled it over her head. She ran her hand over her curly hair, feeling equally distressed and grateful that she didn’t have a mirror handy to see the state her hair was in. Dulcinea drew in a deep breath and untied the tent flap.

By the looks of it, she was the last one in camp to wake up. Shadowheart, Astarion, and Gale were already awake and drinking coffee from a percolator that Astarion scavenged the other day.

Astarion looked over his shoulder at Dulcinea. “Ah, the princess has decided to grace us with her presence,” he said snarkily.

Dulcinea said nothing but joined her companions for coffee.

“There’s still some left if you’d like the rest of it,” Shadowheart said, offering Dulcinea the percolator and a dented tin mug.

“Thanks,” Dulcinea replied, accepting the coffee and pouring it into the mug. The coffee was still warm, albeit exceptionally bitter. Ordinarily, Dulcinea wouldn’t take her coffee black but under the circumstances, she felt that she had lost the right to complain.

“We ought to visit the druid’s grove again,” Shadowheart suggested. “We’ve not found Nettie the healer yet. She could be the one to rid us of our tadpole friends.”

“It would be quite fortuitous to find a healer of that acumen so quickly. The sooner, the better, I say,” Gale said. “I concur with that plan.”

Astarion considered this suggestion for a moment. “Perhaps she may be able to control it…”

“Again with controlling the tadpoles,” Dulcinea groaned. “We need it removed. Removing it does not equate with controlling it. That said, I’m in agreement to go to the grove today. It’s about an hour’s walk northwest of camp. We should get there before midday.”

“We’re all in agreement, then. We should all be ready to depart in half an hour,” Shadowheart said, standing up. Between her and Astarion, they would need to gather their melee weapons and Shadowheart would need to don her armor and ready her shield.

That left Dulcinea and Gale. Gale sighed. “I suppose I should be the one to break this steely silence. I clearly hit a nerve last night when I brought up Darius and I apologize for that.”

“It’s… it’s fine, really. You wouldn’t have known about what happened between him and me,” Dulcinea replied. “I’m the one who should be sorry. I insulted your cooking and then hid in my tent like a coward over it. So… I’m sorry.” Apologizing was never Dulcinea’s strongest suit if it was a skill she ever used.

Gale shook his head and smiled. “I did ask for your opinion and you certainly gave it. You were right though; it could have done with more garlic.” Both of them stood, now facing each other. “I’ll remember that for next time, though. Perhaps I’ll impress you yet.”

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sweetest delight

SYNOPSIS: While Shouto’s out hunting down villains on Valentine’s Day, you try your hand at making some sweets to celebrate the occasion, and in doing so, find your efforts rewarded in more ways than one.

pairing: pro hero!todoroki shouto x fem!reader

genre: smut. fluff. pro hero au.

word count: 7.3k+

warnings: 18+. characters are aged up. dominant!shouto. apron kink. praising. oral (both receiving). face-sitting. 69. cum-eating.

author’s note: god, this is long overdue, but i finally got this thing out after all this time. and of course, it ended up getting out of hand again

“Fuck, fuck, fuck–”

A range of curses spewed from your mouth as the unpleasant smell of your burnt confections permeated the space of your kitchen, threatening to notify the fire alarm overhead of your latest baking mishap. Luckily, you entered the kitchen just in time to dissipate the smoke before it can do so, fanning your towel while navigating to the oven to find your crisp, blackened sweets already ruined inside. The corners of your lips slipped into a scowl at another failed batch of mini chocolate cupcakes at your hand. You slid on a pair of oven mitts to transfer the set off the rack and onto the kitchen counter.

A flicker of optimism in your head presented the thought that they didn’t seem that bad at first glance, going so far as to believe they might’ve tasted relatively fine and that the burnt parts simply added a bitter flavor that would balance the overall sweetness of the decadent chocolate cupcakes. But upon closer inspection, you knew you were lying to yourself.

Flipping the miniature cakes out of the molds, you discovered the sweets were encased in a dreary black outer shell, a sight which made you grimace, wondering how you screwed up so badly to have concocted such a dismal image. You definitely had no right feeding these to Shouto, let alone offer them to him as a Valentine’s Day gift.

As everyone knew, the fourteenth day of February marked Valentine’s Day, the day where couples expressed their love to one another by giving gifts, spending quality time through dates, and displaying many other forms of affection. This year, however, Shouto was called in at his agency to investigate a case of villains whose plan was to wreak havoc on this special occasion.

Now, any person would find it normal to be peeved over these circumstances—having their lover’s free time eaten up by work when they could be celebrating together with a nicely lit dinner or a casual, romantic night at home, and perhaps cap off a wonderful evening with a smooth transition into the bedroom. Much better than spending a day at home alone, pitifully watching couples intertwine their hands together in envy as they walked along the sidewalk beneath your apartment complex, right?

Well, you, on the other hand, were a different case. Rather than sulk around as you waited for Shouto to arrive home later, you decided this would be the perfect chance to whisk up some sweets to surprise him. After all, what’s Valentine’s Day without some chocolate delights on the side, made with vanilla, sugar, cocoa butter, and lots of love and effort. A perfect way to welcome Shouto home from his mission while honoring the festivities, you’d say.

Besides, you understood the situation well enough to recognize that the citizens’ well-being came first before any date of yours. Your boyfriend was a hero, after all, and a Pro at that. It’s not as if you and Shouto hadn’t celebrated Valentine’s Day together before. So long as he came home—intact—prior to the clock ticking to midnight, one day didn’t bother you.

Though… after witnessing the aftermath of several failed attempts at baking thus far, you started to wonder if it would’ve done you better not to get so involved, only to waste resources and pervade your kitchen with an acrid smell.

Still, despite the trials and tribulations, you were determined to come out on top. You tapped your index finger repeatedly against the surface of the marbled counter. “Did I mix up the baking times? Maybe I undermined the portion sizes so the cupcakes started cooking faster?” you speculated out loud, wondering how to troubleshoot the minor errors to come out successful in your next attempt.

After some thought, you decided not to dawdle on your overthinking for too long and shrugged off the idea of redoing another batch of cupcakes. “It’s fine, I’ll just move onto the chocolates then. They’re the star of Valentine’s Day so better to focus on those,” you told yourself. A grin found its way on your face as you rolled the sleeves of your blouse up your forearms. “Alright, let’s get to it then!”

You retrieved a recipe sheet from across the counter, scanning through the contents while overlooking the ingredients lying in front of you. Compared to baking cupcakes, chocolates should be easier to tackle since you weren’t entirely making them from scratch. All you had to do is temper the chocolate melts in a bowl over a heat source, pour them into silicone molds, and refrigerate until hardened and shaped to the perfect, bite-sized delight. Seemed simple enough.

Okay, maybe it wasn’t quite as simple as you thought.

Or rather, you chose to make the whole process more complicated than it needed to be, not realizing the ambitious turn your take on these chocolates was moving toward until you drove yourself into another mess.

Your first trial of bonbons was sprawled out over parchment paper, waiting for your verdict. Eyes roaming the array of sweets tentatively, you absorbed the mixture of pink and white hues with an unsure look on your face. Somehow during the process, you opted to forgo the customary milk chocolates for white and strawberry, which was the closest you could get to matching Shouto’s signature hair colors.

You’d thought it’d be cute for the treats to have a slight resemblance to him as a simple yet sweet reminder that he was on your mind throughout your progress. But staring down at the final product, you wished you guessed ahead of time that the vision you sparked in your head was not going to be as bright and pretty in comparison to what came out.

You frowned at the batch with narrowed brows before begrudgingly scooping a piece and tossing it into your mouth. The sweetness of the strawberry and white chocolates coexisted together to form a smooth texture that left behind a creamy, floral undertone on your tongue. What was incredibly lacking, however, laid in the looks department. The visuals left… more to be desired, to say the least.

With the idea of wanting to use two different flavors of chocolate, you also played on the notion of incorporating a theme. That theme being half-and-half. And half-and-half being splitting the colors on the chocolates right down the middle.

Though not a complicated plan for an adept baker, it was the exact opposite for a newbie like you who had came up with the idea on the spot. With your chocolates appearing in odd shapes and sizes, not one seemed to resemble another, which was the result of both your lack of patience and miscalculations. You had to allow one of the flavors to harden in the mold before adding the other to not prematurely mix the colors, but judging by the swirls of pink and white surrounding the chocolates, that didn’t seem to go so well. Add on to the fact you had some trouble inverting them out of the silicon molds—the edges of the chocolates ending up smooshed or torn off entirely—and you were left with another failed attempt at a Valentine’s present.

“Guess making sweets isn’t really my thing, huh?” You sighed, body slumping forward against the kitchen counter in defeat. Your eyes wandered from your sad chocolates to the hefty amount of dirty dishes piled in the sink. All this, and you weren’t able to make anything worth giving to Shouto. What exactly were you going to tell him when he came home, bearing witness to this entire mess? No, Shouto was probably under enough stress and fatigue as it was after working all day. Plus, his anticipation for a gift would only be amplified if he saw the number of baking supplies you’ve wasted today. At this point, you had to turn in the towel.

“Oh well… I better clean everything up before Sho comes home and start on din–”

Your words were interrupted by the sharp sound of the front door opening.

“I’m home!” an all too familiar voice announced, one that you were more than aware belonged to a particular fire and ice hero.

Surprised, you glanced over at the clock to check the time, which read a bold 6:00 PM—sooner than you expected your boyfriend to arrive home from his duties that day. So soon, in fact, that you weren’t able to even begin erasing any of the evidence littered around the kitchen.

“Y/n?” you heard him call. Freezing in place, you picked up Shouto breathing in a quick whiff. “What’s that smell?” he asked but didn’t wait for a response, traveling through the enormous apartment to find that answer for himself. Hearing his feet shuffling across the hardwood floor, you moved quickly.

“The kitchen smells sweet but also... bitter.”

Sweet and bitter..? you repeated but soon realized what he meant—those damn burnt chocolate cupcakes you left out. While in your rush with making the chocolates, you had forgotten to dispose of them beforehand. Though the bitter smell was not as prominent as when the cupcakes first came out of the oven, it still didn’t evade Shouto’s keen senses.

After shoving the burnt mini cupcakes in a trash bin, you scrambled to the entrance to the kitchen, thankfully cutting Shouto’s path off just in time as you met him there. “Oh hey, Sho, why didn't expect you to come home so early!” you greeted, a cheerful lilt in your tone as you leaned an arm on the side of the doorway, hoping to come off ordinarily chill to avoid any questioning looks. It seemed you achieved that much at least by how Shouto smiled warmly at your appearance.

“You should’ve shot me a quick text or something.”

“Sorry, we managed to track down the group of villains right away and finished the mission smoothly without any casualties,” he explained. “I guess I was in such a hurry to come home and celebrate Valentine’s Day with you that I must’ve forgotten.” The soft look on Shouto’s handsome features had you in a daze for a second; you nearly missed him descending his head to your level so his lips could find yours. Eventually, you broke from your stupor and swiftly turned your head so he planted a peck on your cheek instead.

You were never one to purposely avoid a kiss on the lips like that from him—far from it actually—but you didn’t want him to find any residual sweetness on your lips from the confections you taste-tested that day and have him bring up if you made anything for him. One thing you surely couldn’t avoid, however, was his puzzled face at your uncharacteristic actions. Still, Shouto wasn’t one to overthink the details. Instead, he decided to look at the bigger picture, such as the dirty yet cute, pink and brown frilly apron tied around your body.

“Your apron’s a mess,” he chuckled lightly. The comment caught you off-guard, eyes slowly traveling down to the flour and chocolate stains on your Valentine’s-themed apron. “Have you been cooking?” he asked. You fumbled with your answer.

“O-Oh yeah..! In fact, I’m… still cooking, actually!” you quickly added, making up for your lack of words. “C’mon, it’s probably been a long day for you. You should go freshen up in the shower while I get everything done and cleaned!” You tried shoo-ing Shouto from the kitchen’s vicinity, but he didn’t budge.

“I can help out if you like. I wouldn’t want you to fix everything up by yourself, especially since we’re supposed to spend the rest of Valentine’s Day together,” he said, and as much as you liked to take him up on his kind and thoughtful offer, you had to object.

Firmly shaking your head, you continued your attempts at pushing Shouto to retreat to the shower and scrub off the troubles of his day. “No, you’ve probably done enough work today as it is! Just let me handle the rest, ‘kay?” you insisted, straining a smile. However, your hurried shoving felt almost too persistent than what Shouto found normal.

“Well, what are you making then–” As he tilted his head up to sneak a peek, you followed his movements, elevating yourself onto your tiptoes to block his vision in time.

“S-Soba noodles..! Cold! Just how you like them,” you answered after partially interrupting him. Quirking a brow at your fidgety gestures, Shouto stared at the smile etched on your lips which screamed of suspicion. Now he was sure something was up.

“Love,” he said, his voice a tone lower than usual that made goosebumps appear on your skin, staring at his turquoise and gray eyes warily, “are you hiding something from me?”

“What? Psh, no,” you feigned innocence, shrugging, “Why would you think that?”

Shouto gave you a look, silently telling you that you should more than know the reason why, but you chose to remain ignorant. No point in questioning it any further then. He would have to pry the answer out himself.

Aware that you had no intention of letting him pass voluntarily, Shouto began putting his hero training to use. He side-stepped in a single motion, quickly pivoting on the balls of his feet to slip through your defenses. You didn’t have time to ask yourself what happened before you turned around to watch his reaction to what you left for him on the kitchen counter.

Upon entering the kitchen, Shouto’s heterochromatic eyes were immediately drawn to the marbled white-and-pink sweets sprawled across the parchment paper. His interest piqued, he walked straight to the chocolates with you trailing behind. You could feel the heat in your cheeks slowly rise from the embarrassment at seeing Shouto inspect your sorry excuse of chocolates.

“Hm, no soba noodles, but I may have found something even better,” he said, and you wondered if you heard correctly or that maybe he saw something you didn’t. You rapidly blinked about four times, letting your vision adjust, and yet your chocolates remained.

“You’re kidding… right?”

Shouto lifted a brow at your hesitance. “No, why would I be kidding?” he replied thoughtfully. He took one of the chocolates off the parchment paper, raising it in the air between his thumb and index finger. “You made these for me, didn’t you?”

“I mean, yeah, they were supposed to be a Valentine’s Day gift, but…”

“But..?” A frown settled on his lips, watching you nervously twiddle your thumbs while you held your hands against your apron. “Y/n, you can tell me.” Not liking how you weren’t meeting his eyes, his finger drew your chin up so he could get a better glimpse of your face.

“But they don’t look the part. They’re hideous,” you quietly admitted, your words mellowing into a whisper the more they departed your lips. The way he treated your creations as if they belonged on a pedestal didn’t sit right in your eyes. “So I... didn’t want you to see them, or any of this actually. I thought if you saw what I was doing, you’d get your hopes up for something special, only to be disappointed.” You tried avoiding his gaze again, but Shouto wouldn’t allow it, following your eyes as his hand pried yours apart to take one in his own.

His focus shifted from the pink and white chocolate held in front of him to the uncertainty clouding your expression. “I’m not sure what you mean. They look fine to me.”

“Sho, you don’t have to lie to me just so you don’t end up hurting my feelings. Anyone can see how uneven they look,” you said, pointing at the rest of the batch still sitting on the counter behind him. There was a low chuckle coming from the male’s lips, one that you guessed was out of amusement, but you were too caught in your troubled feelings to be sure.

“Well, I have to admit, they don’t exactly resemble the perfect, visual representation of the chocolates you’d find at the store or anything,” he acknowledged with you mumbling an ‘I told you so’ in response before he continued, “but that’s the reason why I like them. That means you made them for me and there isn’t any chocolate like it. They’re one of a kind.”

His genuine words took you aback, eyes glimmering and cheeks flushed. You were too wrapped up in your need for perfection that you didn’t realize you could consider your efforts that way.

“Besides,” he threw the little bonbon in his mouth, “they taste great,” he said as the strawberry and white cream melted on his tongue with its rich sweetness.

Despite his praise, you thought he had only said that because you knew for a fact that the chocolates did at least pass in the taste department. “But what if they had tasted bad too? What would you have said then?” You were bold enough to question, though half-worried about his answer in the back of your head—worried that he would have to take back those sweet words of his.

“I still would have eaten them, regardless. I’d never waste anything you’ve made for me, you should know that. To me, these chocolates are the sweetest delight not because they’re the best looking or tasting, but because they came from you,” he answered earnestly, bending down to tuck a hair away from your stunned yet grateful appearance which looked as if you were nearly about to sigh out loud in relief. You brought your body into his chest, tucking your head beneath his chin, and he wrapped his arms around you, lips pressed against your hair.

Shouto didn’t grant you much time to bask in your solace however, before beckoning you over to the kitchen counter. He wasn’t done teasing you just yet.

“Normally couples give each other milk chocolates on Valentine’s day. Any reason you decided on white and strawberry then?” Shouto noted, a grin on his lips as you seemed reluctant to reveal your reasoning—lips pursed and fingers playing with the hem of your apron.

“Well, they’re supposed to be your…” You finished by motioning at the crown of your head before pointing to his red and white locks.

Heh... Cute. The grin that was persistent on his features widened, and your response earned you a kiss on the cheek. “Thinking about me, huh?” he teased. You were more than aware of your intentions throughout your chocolate-making process, but it didn’t make the whole situation any less embarrassing when your motives came to light out of Shouto’s own mouth.

You pouted profusely, turning your face in the other direction as you nudged his arm. “Aren’t you going to eat the rest then?” you asked despite your demure demeanor. You couldn’t see it, but you were positive he was aiming that amused expression in your direction, leaning his head on his palm while his elbow was leveled on the counter.

“You made a lot of chocolates today, love. You don’t expect me to finish them all by myself, do you?” You heard the rustle of the parchment liner unsticking to something behind you. Then a finger poked your cheek, and out of curiosity, you followed where the disturbance came from, only to have a swirl of pink and white pushed past your lips.

“Mm..” you hummed surprisingly in delight at the harmonious strawberry and cream flavors coating your tastebuds.

“Tastes good, doesn’t it?” he asked.

“Yeah, I got to taste them before you arrived home.” You rubbed the back of your head. “And um, I didn’t exactly make these from scratch...” You went about divulging your methods to him, explaining your usage of chocolate melts, which all in all saved you a lot of time, considering your earlier mishaps with the brownies—a misfortune you also confessed to as you side-eyed the trash bin.

The dual-haired male laughed with mirth at the disasters you tangled yourself into today. “Seemed like you had an eventful Valentine’s Day at home without me.”

He scanned over your outfit, consisting of a simple buttoned blouse and a pair of jeans. What caught his eye the most was the frilly, laced brown and pink apron tied around your body. You must have bought this specifically to get in the spirit of Valentine’s Day because this was the first he’s seen you in this. Normally you’d wear those plain cotton aprons while you were cooking. Not something so charming and—dare he say—refreshing.

As you were continuing the conversation—going on about how vanquishing criminal organizations was more productive than whatever you were concocting at home—your words faded into the background. Shouto found it hard to focus on what you were saying, while your animated gestures seemed to enhance the shape of the apron against your body, emphasizing your physique.

Recalling the story you just mentioned, he imagined what the scene of you frantically dashing around the kitchen would look like as you wore this cute thing. Was it weird of him to hold fantasies of arriving home, being greeted by your endearing self donning this garment, dolled in its intricacies with a smile gracing the lips he oh so wanted to kiss every day?

Shouto would think so. He’s never heard of any anecdotes of this kind of behavior before. Perhaps it was how dainty and frilly the material appeared against your figure that stemmed such a risqué thought from him. If that was the case, then this apron was no different than lingerie. Or more specifically, those delicate lace babydolls you’d wear for him on those special occasions, in which you displayed the zenith of lust and vulnerability that rendered him a man ensnared by his need to utterly ravage you–

Fuck. Letting those imaginations cross his mind was a dangerous move. He felt himself getting hard, body exercising the willpower not to pounce and concede to his fantasies. Then again, no one could really blame him for thinking of his girlfriend this way on Valentine’s Day. Especially when you looked so damn cute right now that he could just eat you up.

“Shouto?” Your voice diverted his attention from the growing problem in his pants, though only for a moment. When his focus returned to you, all those lascivious thoughts buried in the back of his head made their way to the forefront again. Damn, did he have it bad.

“Is something wrong? You were zoning out for a bit.”

He shook his head, dispelling your concern. However, it was going to take more than that to sweep away the lust consuming his mind. “It’s nothing. More importantly, why don’t we continue tasting these chocolates?” Pulling up a stool, he took a seat next to the kitchen counter.

Just as you were going to mention that you needed to start on dinner soon, Shouto suddenly drew your body in between his parted legs. Thrown slightly off-balance, you instinctively held onto his shoulders to keep yourself steady.

You couldn’t help but notice the hand traveling up your legs as it situated itself on the back of your thigh, but the detail was abandoned as soon as it was manifested. The proximity between you two was too much not to overlook now. Shouto peered up at you with what you made out to be smoldering intensity, and the sight reduced you to shying away from his eyes again.

Of course, Shouto didn’t take a liking to that. With you so close, he didn’t want anything hindering his front seat viewing of your candid reactions. “Baby, look here,” he called to you. You followed his command, turning back to face the grin reaching his lips. “There’s my pretty girl.”

You attempted to open your mouth to reply but found another ball of marbled chocolate placed where words should’ve been.

Soft lips wrapped around him, Shouto had to fight back the urge to groan, feeling your tongue graze the pad of his thumb as he fed you the candy. His other hand, formerly occupied with rubbing subtle circles on your clothed flesh, wandered to the satin ribbon of your apron fashioned behind you.

It wasn’t long until you discerned the game he was playing through the fiery looks and frisky touching.

Well, enter player two.

You brought a hand to his wrist, keeping him there as your tongue made work at licking away the residual chocolate melted on his finger. You moved from his thumb to his index finger, noting not to miss anything with every flick as you confidently returned the heady expression with batted eyelashes.

Shouto breathed in silently through his nose, gritting his teeth, your sultry actions having an innate effect on him, to which you smirked at. There was a slight tug on the ribbon wrapped behind you. It wasn’t firm enough to where the knot came undone, but enough that you noticed his fixation on the material. If he was making an effort to exert some self-control, it was futile at this point. No doubt, he was going to take you before Valentine’s Day was over.

“Hmm, you’re right, these chocolates are pretty tasty. But it’s probably because you’re the one feeding them to me that they taste just soooo good,” you mused, adding a sensual tonality to your voice as you concluded your words with one last kitten lick.

The man before you bit the inside of his cheek, your voice alone making blood rush south. You little minx. He was going to make doubly sure you understood just what you were doing to him.

Finally releasing his hand, you reached over beside you to grab a chocolate off the parchment paper. “For you~” You giggled as you led the confection to Shouto’s mouth. He readily accepted your gift, lips wrapping around the tips of your fingers as the mellow flavors soothed his taste buds. He made a point of re-enacting your little show, tongue languidly lapping your fingers while he maintained steady eye contact. You shuddered at the wet warmth abiding your skin, the suffocating sexual tension in the air causing you to press your thighs together. The action was not overlooked by Shouto, who smiled amidst cleaning your fingers with every brush of his tongue.

“What’s wrong, love? You were so bold and talkative earlier. Cat got your tongue or something?” he teased. A smirk ran across the curl of his lips as his licks turned to kisses he planted on the back of your hand.

After finishing his task of lapping up every essence of sweetness off your skin, he lifted himself from the stool. Doing so made him stand tall over you, and he easily cornered you to where your back met the edge of the counter. Your wrist captured in one of his hands, he wove an arm around you, pulling your body into him.

“You know, there’s something I want to eat right now other than chocolates,” he confessed, forehead pressed to yours and glinted heterochromatic eyes latent with an insatiable hunger. The baritone of his voice sent shivers through your body and a throb aching in your core.

You innocently tilted your head at him. “Oh, is that so? And what would that be?”

He chuckled darkly at your redundant question.

“Why you of course, my love.”

The moment the words reached your ears, he lunged forward to seize your lips. You quickly followed in the sensual movements of his soft lips against yours like it was a practiced routine, not resisting his tongue prying its way into your mouth and submitting to the dance that made pleasure course through your veins.

A single tap on your thigh was your cue to hop into Shouto’s waiting grasp and wrap your arms around his neck. You pulled your bodies closer to where the few layers of clothing you both possessed did nothing to hide your enthusiasm for each other. You could feel your nipples under your bra stiffen at your arousal, growing more sensitive as you pressed your chest to him. Meanwhile, his hard erection shamelessly poked the inside of your thigh to which his grip was poised on remaining firm, grinding your lower half against him.

You expected this was where he intended to have you—right then and there in the middle of the kitchen—but to your surprise, Shouto had other plans. He navigated you two to the dining table as you continued feverishly making out with your legs wrapped around his waist. Never breaking the hot mingle of your lips, he carefully placed you on the edge. His hands were free to roam the expanse of your body, palming at places that elicited airy moans from you as he inscribed the niceties of your bonny apron into his memory. Though he cursed the unnecessary layers that obscured your beautiful flesh from him.

Finding the clothes still on you equally unbearable in the heat of your movements, you were on the same wavelength as him. You sought out the satin ribbon tied behind your back that kept the apron on your form, but before your fingertips could even reach the material to tug the knot loose, Shouto seized your wrists and led your hands away. Your face was scrunched with bewilderment by how sudden his actions were.

Shouto didn’t think he could have a fetish over something as ordinary and domestic as a decorative garment tied around your waist, but this Valentine’s Day was proving him otherwise. He was not about to pass an opportunity to absolutely ruin you in this pretty thing.

“Keep it on,” he ordered, voice deep and commanding.

“H-Huh? What about my clothes?” you stuttered, confused at first. You wanted to ask what spurred him to give such a demand, but you were too caught in the moment to think of objecting to his request (not that you had much choice anyway).

“Let me.” That was all he said before his hands sought after the waistband of your jeans and the buttons of your top. He pulled and undid the apparel until you were left in only your panties and that lovely apron. Your bra was quickly disposed of to the pile next to his feet thanks to the clip being located at the front this time, and he was eternally grateful for the convenience. You didn’t even have to mention anything for his own clothes to float above yours on the floor, sitting back on the table to admire his toned physique, now free for you to ogle in just his briefs.

His hooded, icy eyes concentrated on every aspect of your appearance. He didn’t dare miss a single detail in front of him—from your bare, flushed skin glowing beneath the light fixture to your aroused nipples shaped through the thin fabric. You were a sight Shouto would gladly worship for the rest of his life.

“You’re a sight for sore eyes, my love, and I’m going to enjoy ravaging you until all you know is my name.”

His words alone were enough to send a tingle of anticipation to your cunt. You did not shrink at his assertiveness, instead embracing both yours and Shouto’s desires with open arms.

“You have me, Sho. I’m all yours.”

The man released a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding before inhaling and diving in. Your lips reencountered each other, continuing from where you left off with his tongue chasing after you. You laced your fingers in his soft hair to press him deeper to you as Shouto navigated down your neck. He sucked and licked at your skin; every tug he felt on his scalp compelled him to lay marks as he inched closer and closer to your breasts.

“Ahh.. Sho…” you mewled, feeling his hands grope one of your mounds and tease your slit through your panties. With no intention of letting this apron off your body, Shouto pushed the fabric concealing your chest inward to reveal a perky nipple, seeming excited to be covered by his mouth. Well, who was he to deny such exuberance, especially when he himself was hungry to taste?

Lips enclosing the stiffened nub, Shouto sucked and prodded with fervor. As you squirmed and squealed beneath him, your fingers pulled harder at his strands which he hummed in content at. The tip of his tongue circled your areola, making the slick clinging to your panties damper at the stimulation. The hand occupied between your thighs stroked you against the fabric before pulling it to the side to touch you directly.

“Oh fuck!” you cursed at the contact as Shouto did not hesitate to start pumping a finger into your pussy.

“Damn, you’re so wet down here. Did my kisses and teasing do all this?”

You were too distracted by the precise movements of his fingers working through you to answer, words superseded by your wanton moans. “Keep making those pretty sounds, love. I want you to cry out as I’m ruining you.”

Your noises hit a crescendo when his fingers began curling inside you, stretching into places that lit stars behind your eyes. His thumb rubbed your clit to intensify the fire building in your abdomen. Your back arched on the table as you grabbed onto Shouto’s free hand for dear life, already feeling that flame ready to ignite.

“Sho– Wait, I’m gonna–”

“Don’t hesitate, sweetheart. Coat my fingers with your cum,” he told you, increasing the speed of his thumb against your bundle of nerves as he continually hit that euphoric soft spot.

At his words, your pussy clenched hard around him, practically sucking him in. You threw your head back against the table, releasing a loud cry of his name as your orgasm engulfed your whole body with electrifying pleasure. Chest heaving up and down, your breaths sounded ragged as your vision went white before slowly adjusting to the light.

Shouto slid his fingers out of you and brought them to his mouth, licking at the layer of gloss. He observed your fucked-out state from above and admired his handiwork—your lips swollen, eyes glassy, and sweaty skin adorned with his marks.

“You taste absolutely delicious, you know,” he said almost too sweetly, like he had immediately gotten drunk off drinking the remnants of your orgasm. And, of course, he had to let you know how delectable you were. Shouto provided you a sample by pressing his fingers to your lips. You obediently parted them, welcoming your essence on your tongue.

“Don’t you think so?”

You hummed and nodded in agreement. Shouto grinned, bending down to mix your flavor in each other’s mouths. He finally removed your ruined panties and slid them down your legs. But to no one’s surprise, the apron stayed on your person.

When you parted, Shouto gestured for you to get up from the table. In doing so, you had anticipated this would be the time to head straight to the bedroom, but the night continued to prove you wrong. Shouto was still famished.

“Stand up for a second, baby. I want to lay down as I have my meal.” You didn’t need to guess to know just what he wanted to satiate his appetite tonight.

Shouto laid himself flat across the table, the majority of his legs dangling off the edge. You, on the other hand, were apprehensive at his approach, cautiously wondering if your modest dining table could handle the rampant motions of two adult bodies on top of it at once. Should the legs give way and the table collapses, the gravity of your descent would put all your weight onto him. What if you hurt him as a result?

“Love, what’s the holdup?” your boyfriend called, breaking your train of thought, “Come, your throne awaits.” He patted his chest—a rather peculiar place to sit but your cunt pulsed at the image of you riding that gorgeous face of his.

“O-Okay, I’m just afraid of hurting you, is all,” you said, pulling at the hem of your apron for security.

He raised his upper body halfway to see the hesitance painted on your features. “Y/n, there’s no need to worry, I wouldn’t have thought of doing this if I couldn’t handle it,” he assured, his hand reaching out for you. “Trust me. I won’t let anything happen to us.”

You stared at the hand hovering in front of you and then at Shouto’s eyes glimmering with faith, and you knew you could trust his word. So you take his hand, climbing onto the table and over his body where you straddled his chest.

“Dining tables are meant to be eaten on, right? Well, I intend to devour you until your legs are shaking beside me, sweetheart,” he promised. He stroked up and down your thighs tauntingly. Your breaths hitched as he maneuvered you above his face, moving the flap of your apron so you could feel his cold breath against your lower lips.

“As much as I appreciate all those confections you made for me, they all pale in comparison to the sweetest delight here–” He uttered praises to your core while rubbing the soft flesh of your thighs. “This pretty, soft, and dripping pussy.”

Warmth spread across your cheeks at his lewd words and how close in proximity he was to your twitching center. The one thing you detested about this apron at this moment was the fact it blocked you from what Shouto was doing, the bottom half lying right above his face. To him, however, it made everything all the more entertaining.

Despite being the one trapped under you, it must have felt like you were more in the dark than he was. After all, he was the one asserting dominance in this situation, and with a layer of fabric hiding his face, you had no idea how or when he was going to eat you out. His deafening silence was not offering you one bit of reassurance either. If he truly intended to devour you atop this table, he should just do it already.

“...Sho? Are you—Ah!” Upon questioning him, your words were choked by your surprised squeal, feeling him delicately kiss your folds with chilly lips attached to your warm pussy. You opened your mouth to speak again, yet you struggled to search for words as Shouto’s tongue flattened against you, licking a long strip before latching onto your sensitive pearl. The more he relentlessly sucked and teased, the more you sang out with waves of pleasure quivering through your body.

Hearing your beautiful noises, he chuckled, tongue vibrating on your clit. Every sound you produced made his cock stutter, still leaking and begging for attention beneath his briefs.

Not liking how inactive you were—simply sitting on his face and waiting for yourself to come undone on his tongue—you reached behind yourself to trail your hand down his abdomen. His body tensed, abs immediately flexing at your soft touch. You noticed his ministrations falter in their rhythm.

“B-Baby, what are you doing?” he questioned, pulling himself off of you to concentrate on your hand running along the waistband of his briefs. His fingers dug into your flesh as you found his length, tentatively giving it a pump that gave birth to a strained noise below the flap of your apron.

“You’ve been doing all the work so far, Sho. I just want you to enjoy yourself,” you said. His eyebrows were scrunched, hissing through his teeth at your thumb grazing his slit, mixing his precum around the tip.

“I am enjoying myself—this is all I could ever ask for,” he replied honestly. He lifted the frilly material off his face so you could discover your slick running down his lips and neck, the blush spread across his fair cheeks an more than sufficient indication that he derived nothing but delight from being in this position. He looked like an absolute mess, yet the debauched sight made both your heart and pussy flutter.

“But if you want to join in, I won’t stop you.”

At that, Shouto detached himself from your sweetness for just a second to quickly reposition you above him. You were adjusted to where you were practically on all fours on the table now, facing the prominent bulge raised on his briefs while your fluttering cunt was somehow even more obscenely split in front of him. You were thankful the piece of furniture stayed intact throughout the motions, pleasantly astounded by its strength. However, you couldn’t pause to be impressed by this detail for long. Not when Shouto’s aching erection pleaded for you to continue touching it.

Your hand returned to its original place—wrapped around his heavy length that wept with precum coating the surface of its mushroom top. As you stroked it up and down in a consistent rhythm, you altered your grip to tighten more around him.

“Ooh yeah, that’s it, baby. Just like that… Ahhhh, fuckkkk—” You were rewarded by his praises and groans at the splendid pressure surrounding his dick. It encouraged you to keep up your pace and add another hand to the fray to increase the tension.

“You’re doing so well, making me feel so fucking good, love. Can you add your mouth for me now?” he requested, and you happily complied. Your tongue flattened against his cock, noting every vein and twitch running across your wet muscle that reduced Shouto to muttering obscenities behind you. Reaching the top, you swirled your tongue along the tip before taking the entire head into your warm cavern. Shouto’s thighs flexed, body almost trembling at how heavenly you made him feel. He couldn’t be outdone.

You let out a whine on his cock, feeling his mouth working against you again. This time you felt the effects stronger than before as Shouto spread your pussy lips to grant him better access to tongue fuck you. He stimulated every sensitive area with practiced ease, making sure to flick your clit with extra vigor to achieve the best results. You delivered in your reactions—legs shaking and knees slowly and deliberately being reduced to jelly.

Even ensnared in ecstasy, you did your best to adapt to his intensity, engulfing him more into your mouth. Your hands worked together to maximize the most pleasure you could give him, fondling his balls and gripping the base of his cock.

The lewdest of sounds filled the room in an unrelenting symphony. From your muffled whimpers to your pussy squelching in the presence of Shouto’s mouth purring against you, there was no shortage of bliss evident in the atmosphere. Hearing yourselves in the throes of rapture as you devoured each other’s whole beings like starved animals, you two were simultaneously climbing toward your highs.

“Shit, keep doing just that baby, and I’m going to paint that pretty mouth of yours white,” he warned half-heartedly. You purred, the enthusiasm laced your tone informing Shouto you wanted him to do just that. He was pleased by your response.

“You want it, don’t you, you slutty girl? Well, I expect you to drown me in your honey while I cover your throat with my cum then.” Those were the last words he spared you before proceeding to manifest them into reality. His hands dug themselves in the flesh below your ass cheeks, exposing your pussy to his appendage that swiped away at your clit until shockwaves made you tremble above him.

You were the first to come undone, juices running down your thighs and boyfriend’s chin. Your cries were muffled amidst Shouto’s dick caught down your throat, tightening around his length, which surged with spurts of white all over your mouth. You swallowed every single drop of his seed, wiping at the excess on your lips as you released the hero’s cock with a loud pop.

After taking a moment to catch your breaths, you carefully moved off of each other. Shouto steadied you on his lap, letting you straddle him as he sat on the edge of the table. He intertwined your fingers through his and brought them to his lips to place a tender kiss on the back of your hand.

“I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you too, Shouto. Happy Valentine’s Day.”

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littlepadika · 3 years

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Calling Home (1) | Frankie Morales x Reader

Summary: You are a receptionist at the VA. Frankie Morales keeps calling. Yearning ensues...

Rating: M -> E in later chapters

Warnings: fem!reader, age gap (legal), praise kink, voice kink, discussion of addiction/PTSD/trauma, no use of y/n, no beta reader, reader is bad at Spanish, Frankie has a sexy voice 😩

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AN: My first fic. Pedro writers have inspired me to finally start writing again 🥺. Concept inspired by the movie RED. I hope you like it ❤️Set after triple frontier.

Chapter One

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The first time he called was an ordinary Thursday.

“Veterans Affairs, how can I help you?”

You had been working at the VA office for about two weeks. Fresh out of college you felt lucky to have a job in the first place. You went to school to be a writer but your big idea for 'The Next Great American Novel' had yet to present itself. At least here you had access to the most inspiring stories and interesting people. Men and women who had seen more and done more than you probably would in your entire life. You loved talking to clients on the phone. It was weird but something about only being able to hear people’s voices excited you. You would sometimes write little stories in your head about the people you'd talk to, filling in the details that were unknown.

Your desk accessories reflected your love of books and writing. You had your growing collection of books sitting on your desk sandwiched between baby pink bookends. Next to them was a matching desk organizer filled with your favorite sparkly pens and sticky notes. You had decorated the plain cubicle walls with posters of quotes from your favorite books. You also brought your favorite candle from home. Even though you couldn’t light it you still liked to lift it to your nose once and a while and smell it between chapters. When you weren’t on the phone or scanning documents you would read. You finished To Kill A Mockingbird in your first week on the job and were now halfway through Murder on the Orient Express.

You were starting a new chapter when Frankie Morales called the first time.

You picked up the phone on the second ring already mustering your chipper 'customer service' voice. “Veterans affairs.” You stated your name. “How may I help you?”

“H-Hi. My name is Frankie- uh-Francisco Morales." A deep voice answered you. "I’m calling because I have gotten my benefits check yet. It’s been a month. I was hoping you could tell me if it got sent?”

“Okay Mr. Morales." You flipped on the computer. "Let me check. Can you spell your last name for me?”

“M-o-r-a-l-e-s”

“Okay... let's see.” You clicked on his account. You were momentarily distracted by his picture likely taken when he graduated basic if you had to guess based off the uniform. He looked sweet. Sharp nose and strong jaw balanced by kind eyes and a shy smile. You could imagine how age would continue to soften his expression making him even more handsome. The image was a strange juxtaposition to the voice you were hearing on the phone which was much deeper and rougher. His profile said he was special forces. A pilot. The rest of the information was blacked out. Something you were used to seeing on many people's accounts but even his years of service were redacted. He must have been involved in some dangerous stuff, you thought to yourself. The dates that were not redacted were mostly in Latin America. You clicked over to processing requests. “Looks like the check got sent one week ago.” You informed him.

"I'll look again but I haven't seen anything-" It sounded like he was apologizing when clearly it was not his fault.

"No no. It's probably a mistake on our end." You interrupted. With how shitty and outdated the payroll interface was you wouldn't be surprised if there was a mix up. "I’ll go ahead and let payroll know to send another."

"Great. Thanks." He replied sounding relieved. The roughness in his voice gave way to a smooth baritone.

“No problem. I'm sorry for any inconvenience it may have caused. We'll get it sent right away." You hoped he was not relying on this benefit check for anything important. While you could promise you'd fix the problem, the administration was notoriously slow. When he didn't respond you asked, "Is there anything else I can help you with today, Mr. Morales?”

“Uh-no" The roughness back in place. "Thank you." He paused before adding your name onto his thank you which made you smile. People usually never remembered your name.

“Alright. Have a nice day and thank you for your service.” You chirped before hanging up. The smile he put on your face lingered for a few minutes as you returned to your book.

The next time he called was exactly twelve days later.

“Veterans affairs” you answered, your routine greeting cut short as your eyes were still on your book.

“Hi- I’m calling because uh I still haven’t gotten my benefits check. This is Frankie Morales.”

“Oh Mr. Morales.” You recognized his voice even before he even said his name. You quickly shut your book, pushing your hair out of your face. Had you been thinking about him? No! Okay maybe you stared at his picture for a few minutes longer after he hung up. Yes, it was probably very unprofessional but you couldn't fight the curiosity. You were trying to rationalize the contrasting sharpness and softness of his features with his voice. How it all worked together. How one person's voice could change textures and colors so easily. You wondered what kind of things this man might have seen on the job. Most of the veterans you would help day to day did not have so many redacted missions and deployments. You were in the middle of Narcos season one so you immediately thought of drugs or something equally dangerous. After much pondering, you had come to the conclusion that Frankie Morales was both insanely attractive and insanely courageous. “Still no check, huh?”

“Nope.” He sighed the sound making the phone's shitty speaker crackle as you held it to your ear.

“Let me just check that it was approved...“ you found his profile again and scrolled to the status page. “Hmm... it says it was sent out last Friday after we spoke. That’s so weird...”

“Yeah. Really weird.” He echoed your frustration on the other end.

Typical payroll, you thought to yourself as you rolled your eyes. “I'll get another one sent to you right away. I'll see to it myself.” You tucked the phone under your chin and typed out a short email to Mary in payroll letting her know you'd be stopping by her office to explain the situation. You realized he hadn't hung up yet.

“Sorry for the back and forth.” You said, trying to fill the silence.

“It’s not your fault." The earlier irritation gone. "You’ve been really helpful.” His voice sounded warm and reassuring. Less gruff than it was last you spoke. Instead it was that rich baritone that you caught of glimpse of last time.

You feel your face warm at his compliment. It was this annoying reflex you had. Praise always made you blush no matter what context but it was worse when it came from a (you assume) gorgeous stranger.

“And just to verify that your address is correct- you’re on Maple Lane in Miami, Florida?”

“That’s right.” He confirmed.

“Okay. Sent!” You clicked send on the email, which caused the window to close and reveal Frankie’s profile page again. “I was curious-" You spoke before you really made the decision to speak. You didn’t want to overstep but once again your curiosity got the better of you. Honestly, you were just searching for a way to keep him on the phone. The day had been so boring.

“Your profile says you were stationed in Costa Rica.”

“For a bit.” He replied after a moment. He didn’t sound too defensive but there was definitely some tightness in his answer that made you feel bad for asking. Like you were scratching a wound.

“Did you like it? The country I mean.”

“Are you planning a trip?” He sounds a little amused.

“Yeah- well- kind of. It's more a trip in my head right now. I’d like to go there one day. It looks so beautiful.” You sighed closing your eyes trying to imagine the heat on your skin.

“It is." He agrees. "Really humid though.”

“Mm that sounds nice.” You would kill for some warm weather after such a long winter in DC.

“It was too muggy for me at times." He grumbled. "If you do go, stick to the costal areas where it’s more breezy or else you’ll just be sweating the whole time.”

“I don’t mind a little sweat” you shrugged, still thinking of the awful east coast winter you were currently suffering through. The sexual connotation of what you said hit you hard as soon as you heard the statement in its entirety. You felt your face flush again, though the man on the other end would never know.

“I’m learning Spanish!" You announced loudly trying to move the conversation past your awkwardness.

“Wow. Muy impressivo.”

“Si” you replied but after a moment you admit “I don’t really know what you said.”

Frankie laughed loudly on the other end and you couldn’t help but join in, drawing dirty looks from the elderly lady, Donna, working in the cubicle across from you. You ducked your head behind a stack of papers to avoid her glare.

“Fake it till you make it.” He chuckled.

“Maybe you should help me out.” You took on an indigent but still playful tone. “You sound better than duolingo” Your smile widened when he laughed again. His laugh was what you hoped it would be, by all your assumptions from his picture. It was an unencumbered, unburdened, rich sound with only a hit of roughness from the air behind it.

“Tell me you’re not using that dumb app to learn.” he scoffed, saying your name in an almost scolding tone.

“I’m got my thirty day streak today.” You boasted.

“You’ll be a total tourist if you go by duolingo.”

“But the owl is so cute every time I get something right!” You argued your voice taking on a more childish cadence.

“That’s how they trap you, silly girl.” He teased right back. Usually such a condescending nickname would piss you off but something about the affection behind him using it made you feel very differently. You felt warm like you were proud to be silly as long as it made him laugh.

“Then you saved me just in time, Mr. Morales.” You bit your lip. His scoffing and laughter died down on the other end.

“Frankie” He corrects you.

“Frankie…” You repeated it, smiling at how well the nick name suited the voice over the phone. Honest, sincere, and not pretentious at all. Way better than the pompous guys you know with equally stuffy names like “Edward” and “Christopher.”

“So what do you want to know?” Frankie interrupted your thoughts. “Dime”

You started asking him questions in Spanish to the best of your ability. Granted they weren't particularly probing questions. What is your name? What is your favorite color? What is your favorite animal? What's your favorite book? I am reading Gone Girl. He answered them all with patience and amusement, occasionally interrupting you to correct your pronunciation or explain what a word meant. Every time you’d repeat the word back correctly he would say something like “good” or “there you go” or “you got it”. You hated to admit that his kind words and his praise was doing something to you. You didn't even realize you were clenching your legs together unconsciously, almost in anticipation of his next correction or next answer. His low voice so sweet and encouraging against your ear, more tangible when he was speaking Spanish. You just wanted to hear more of it. Would it be this sweet in other situations? Would it get huskier or rougher? If you closed your eyes it was like he was sitting right next to you. It would be all too easy to slip into that daydream and escape the dull office.

Suddenly out of the corner of your drooping eyes you saw a flashing red light on the phone console meaning another caller was waiting.

“Shoot- i’m sorry, Frankie- I have to take this call.” You shot forward in your chair, legs uncrossing.

“Of-Of course. I should let you get back to work.” He sounded a little sad or so you hoped. You felt bad for interrupting him after you both were having so much fun. You wanted to say he could wait on hold but he killed that idea when he said, "I have work too. Technically I'm five minutes past my lunch break."

Your pout turned to a smile. He was spending his precious lunch break with you? Get a grip! you snapped at yourself.

“You’re welcome to call again if you want.” You threw out the offer in a small voice, scared you would be rejected. You peered over the cubicle wall to see if you were still being glared at. Thankfully Donna was away from her desk. Probably out for a smoke. “It’s really boring here and usually no one calls.”

“Maybe I will.” He replied and you could hear the smile behind those words. You felt your heart clench weirdly in your chest like it didn't know how to process the sudden spike in emotions.

“Bye, Frankie.” You beamed.

“Bye”

This time the smile on your face lasted for hours. Frankie’s laugh echoed around in your head, taunting you, sending your mind to the gutter. His voice went from grit to molasses on a dime. You wanted to be the one to bring out those sounds. You wanted to hear his voice bend and stretch and strain as you fucked him. What the hell is wrong with me? you screamed internally. You had never been so depraved and with a stranger no less! You clearly needed to get laid fast because this much yearning would not end well.

Frankie got the second VA check a few days later and this time he didn’t even feel bad about ripping it in half. He was already reaching for the phone to call you.

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brivetaroundtown · 3 years

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Is it almost 3am on the day the collab is due? Yes. But you know better here then never right? THANK YOU SO MUCH @seita for letting me join your Corrupt A Virgin collab. Go check out the other awesome contributors! It’s very yummy if I do say so myself and I do say so

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Aged Up Tsukishima Kei x Fem Reader

TW: LEMON ALL THE LEMONS. NSFW SMUT. Dub Con, Tsukki being an asshole, Corruption kink, yan vibes, my writing, virginity loss. use of lamb asa pet name. If you see anything else PLEASE let me know so I can tag it.

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Tsukishima wondered if you had grown up in a bubble. That could be the only way someone could have been kept so pure, so innocent. So utterly unequipped to handle even the most mild of flirtations. Surely, you had to know that everyone on the Sendai Frogs has been flirting with you at some point or another. More importantly, he has been flirting with you. Sure, he isn’t the most generous when it comes to niceties, but my god woman you had to have had some sort of clue by now.

But as Tsukishima stares down at your innocent face, he realizes that you have absolutely no idea the effect you have on him. That only makes him want you more.

“Y/N” the smirk couldn’t leave his face even if he wanted it too “you want me to walk you home.”

“I don’t want you to go out of your way or anything! I-its just getting dark and I am not used to this side of town…”

“Of course not, wouldn’t want our little manager to get lost.”

Such a sweet thing you were, thinking of others. Let’s see how far he can push that… accommodating… spirit.

30 minutes later they had finally arrived at your place. Kei could have cut that time in half by taking a short cut you knew nothing about, but where would the fun be in that? Besides, as you got to your apartment door, he knew that you would feel obligated to let him in. Kei did go out of his way to help you home after all, it was the least you could do.

“Thank you for walking me home Tsukishima-san! Ah w-would you like to come in for a drink or anything? I feel bad for making you walk all this way.” Blush staining your cheeks, you unconsciously bit the corner of your lip, a nervous habit of yours. Kei doesn’t even think you know that you do it. “Of course, a water would be nice.”

Kei’s first look at your little studio apartment confirms his earlier assessment of you. Innocent. Still classy, what with the greys and blues in the modern style but the stuffed narwhals and other cutesy sea creature decorations offset the steel bookcases and matching steel appliances. What also doesn’t surprise him is how organized the place is, having seen some of your spreadsheets for the team and your current struggles to organize the equipment closet.

Kei watched you move around your little kitchen. The way you stood on your toes to grab a glass, shirt lifting enough to give him a teasing glance of your smooth skin underneath. It was enough to make a lesser man beg. Thankfully, Kei considered himself not to be a lesser man. He wouldn’t be the one begging tonight.

You felt nervous with Tsukishima’s eyes on you. It’s always hard to normal tasks when someone is watching. But it’s especially more intimidating when that someone is Tsukishima Kei. He was so smart and quick. He made you nervous, you felt clunky around him being so much shorter than he was. Rounder too.

But whenever he included you in on a joke or smirked at you, you felt the butterflies in your pulse, heat rising to your cheeks. Special. It was a little crush, one you were pretty sure was one sided. And now that crush was seated at the island bar in your kitchen. Looking ridiculously tall in such a little space.

You slide him the glass of water while rapidly trying to think of something to say, feeling like an awkward duck drowning in a pond. That’s how dumb you felt, you’re not even sure ducks can drown.

“Can ducks drown?” Wincing at the realization that you said something that stupid out loud. You go to save yourself trying to ramble about your weird thought process but were thankfully stopped short.

“I guess if they weren’t able to produce the oils to stay a-float they would. Why do you ask? Save a drowning duck recently?” The warm chuckle and smirk were comforting. In its own weird way.

‘Look at you,’ the thought comes, ‘breaking the ice and being able to maintain your awkward status. You should win a medal.’ Thankfully, this is not a thought that comes out loud.

“N-no, that would be silly, not even sure what I would do in that situation.” The giggles come unabated, a pleasant combination of flustered joy.

“It’s one of the many things I like about you,” Tsukishima continues “you always have the most interesting thoughts.”

“You have things you like about me?” Your face is hot. Butterflies turning into waves as you try to assess. The whole moment is overwhelming.

“Do you think I would have walked you home if I didn’t?”

Tsukishima doesn’t expect an answer. Enough is enough, if not now when? Taking advantage of your flustered state, Kei had rounded the little island, cornering you to a counter. Hands placed on either side you.

“You asked me to walk you home because you liked me too, didn’t you?” his voice was low in your ear, breath hot on your neck. All the sensations, the heat coming from his tall body, the smell of his cologne and him was becoming too much. Everything was just so new for you.

“I..i..i”

“Well now you have me here. Wanting you like you want me.” He quirks a brow “you do want me don’t you? Or are you just a slutty tease? How cruel of you.”

“N-no!” You weren’t a tease, you did like him, you did want to get to know him more. This was just all.. s-so so much. Too much. “I like you, I..i do! I-“

With his soft lips against yours Kei cuts you off. Its unexpectedly soft for someone re-known for their vicious tongue. Who knew that that the words of a devil hid behind the soft lips of a saint?

Easily lifting you to sit on top of your counter, Kei slips his body between your thighs as he continues to taste you, drinking your soul that comes out in whimpers. “So sweet Y/N-chan.” His lips keep softly pressing along your jaw, softly nibbling on your ear.

“Do you know what I think? I think you have been wanting me for a while. Tell me, do you think of me when you touch yourself here” long fingers teased along your inner thighs, under your skirt, to trace along your quickly dampening panties. Your head shaking no, body feeling thick with the unknown powers of lust, words not able to make it past your lips. Then he rubs your clothed clit, and it is nothing like the brief moments you have touched yourself. It’s a test that Kei has definitely studied for, your body instantly reacting, the lust building, knotting in your stomach.

Moans singing from your throat, you didn’t even realize that you had gripped onto his arms. As if they could anchor you to reality when all of your nerves were shooting off to space. Kei watched as you climbed higher, and once you were close to the precipice, so close to shattering he pulled back, kissing you soundly. “Now now, don’t want to be selfish. Don’t you want us to come together?” His grin is sharp but he still kisses you so softly. The difference makes your head spin.

“I..i have never done anything before… s’much too so-“ your whimpers are silenced by the soft lips of the devil. “I haven’t done much before either” he lies “but don’t you want me like I want you?” Of course you couldn’t, Kei thought, he wanted to own you.

“I never thought you would be so selfish Y/N” your head began to shake on your own. You weren’t selfish, you did like him. You did! Your frantically whispered “please” had the sharp grin in place.

Kei lifts you towards your bed in the corner of the room, thankful for your studio layout. Sinful tongue tracing down your neck as you are laid upon the bed. He slips skillful fingers beneath your clothes, taking his time exposing your skin. The slow burn of your innocence rising like smoke. In this moment you experience the clarity that, whatever happens tonight will change you forever. And you are powerless to stop it.

Too much too soon too much too soon too much too soon “ahhh” the shocked scream leaves your throat as Kei suckles a nipple into his mouth. The knot tightening in your stomach, winding you higher, overwhelmed by all the new textures and sensations. Nothing was as you imagined, you could have never prepared for this. “K-kei” his name spilling from your lips did something to him, grazing teeth against the sensitive nub.

As he continued to show attention to your sensitive nipples, his fingers had been tracing your bare pussy lips, gathering the wetness from between your folds. The long digits searched lower, gaining entrance into your wet heat. Stretching you open, exploring to depths that you have never dared go before. Pleasure rising within you, you begin to pant as you reach a higher peak than before, knot tightening and yet you still could not break.

“We should come together.” Kei mummers against your skin as he slowly rises up your body. You are just so small compared to him. Kissing you deeply, he moves your legs to be around his waist, letting you feel the warm hardness of his length. Looking down, nervousness began to coincide with the rising of your impending crash, he was thicker and longer than you would have ever imagined. Similar to the rest of him, the red tip angry and leaking precum as Kei rubbed it along the wetness leaking down your thighs.

“Its not going to fit” you whimper out, head tossing at the pleasure of his tip hitting your clit. “Shh shh my little lamb, don’t get selfish, you can take this like a good girl. Watch, I will show you how good you can be.” With a groan Kei grabs his length aiming at your entrance. “We will go slow, let you feel all of me”. With that he began to rock in, tip breaking through the first ring.

Head thrown back with a groan he continued to slowly rock his dick inside of you, inch by slow inch. Thumb constantly playing with your clit, rubbing against the side of the hood as he paused to let you stretch. You were so unbelievably tight, even beyond virgin expectations. Your breathing was labored, your whole world focused on the stretch between your thighs, unknowingly clenching against the intrusion. Too much too soon too much too soon.

“Easy lamb, breathe for me” Kei spoke through gritted teeth. He was capable of kindness, you were his after all. There would be plenty of time to slam into you later. You began to loosen as he cooed at you, Kei never stopping the slow rocking of his hips. After what felt like eons, he had finally broken through, balls deep inside of you, letting you adjust to his length while he caught his breath, gloating at being the one to experience your tight heat enveloping him, of being your first. And your last, if he had any say about it.

“My sweet little lamb, being such a good slut for me” Kei cooed kissing away your tears that you hadn’t even realized were on your face. “Lets cum together yea? Would you like that?” you nodded your head, ready for the fall, for the anything you just needed him to move. “Use your big girl words” Kei admonished still holding still, even his thumb had stopped moving.

“P-please Kei please move, I w-want us-s to cu-m together-r” you moaned, not even finished with your desperate pleading before Kei pulled his hips back to begin ricking his cock in. A steady yet faster pace than he had originally intended, but he was only human after all, and he needed you to cum with him. He needed you to need him.

You were overwhelmed, only capable of strangled moans of Kei, and too much, and don’t stops. His thumb continuing its assault on your clit, the pace of his hips steady and fast and deep. You could swear you could taste him, he was hitting so deep inside of you, his thick length dragging along your walls. Driving you higher and higher, to where pain was pleasure and pleasure was pain.

Kei was close. He knew you were close, could feel it as you fluttered around him. Lifting your legs to his shoulders he changed the angle, searching for the spot inside of you that would completely push you over the edge, would ruin you. With a keen cry tearing from your lips he knew that he found it. Angling his thrusts he kept up his pace knowing that it was only a matter of time.

“S’too much stop. cant cant cant” your head knocked back and forth, your body on fire, electric almost nuclear reactive. “Yes, you can. Cum for me lamb” Kei demanded. His voice hard, determined. As if his words could control sin, you shattered, body spasming as you fell back to earth, hitting every rock along the way. It was a relief filled with sharp edges, causing tears to fall and shakey breaths. Kei cooed at you, telling you what a good little slut you were for him as he fucked you through your orgasm, quickly cumming himself as you milked him dry, painting your inner walls white.

Kei pulled out, a stretched out beside you, gathering you on top of his chest. “What a sinful little lamb you are, letting me do all of that to you.” Exhaustion was overtaking your body, as you gathered your wits about you, shame starting to replace pleasure.

You tried to defend yourself, but Kei interrupted you “its ok to be a slut for me lamb. Because you want me, and now I have you.”

#seita collab #Corrupt A Virgin Collab #tsukishima x reader #Lemon #no minors allowed #minors begone #dreaming of Kei's fingers #yandere #Brivet Writings #Brivet Filth #Brivet Dark Filth

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bleachhaven · 3 years

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Soutaicho’s Secret Admirer (Shunsui x Reader) — Part 5/6

Author’s Note:

It should be noted that this story is almost coming to a close...I’m sad to stop writing about Shunsui but it’s time to wrap this one up. So there’s maybe 1 or 2 more parts left.

Warning: A bit of smut ahead. One can only be seduced endlessly for so long without something happening about it.

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Read Part 1, Part 2 , Part 3 and Part 4 first!

Uncharacteristically, Shunsui was late to arrive at the office. It was almost ten in the morning when he finally strolled in. Nanao would have admonished him without a thought but the dark circles beneath his eyes revealed he had already had a terrible night. She didn’t want to make it a terrible morning as well.

Shunsui didn’t have the excuse of drunken debauchery at some late night party for his tardiness. The last party he’d been to had been Lisa-chan’s Valentine’s Day celebration and that was over two weeks ago.

It was more or less about how his loneliness and melancholy had kept him up late into the night. Something he definitely didn’t want to burden sweet Nanao-chan about.

He had found himself strolling randomly in seireitei at around three in the goddamn morning because simply staying in his bed staring at his ceiling felt impossible. He didn’t have these kind of difficult nights too often but when he did have them, they were quite terrible.

Sure, he missed Juu. But his loneliness was a bit more than that this time.

It has been over two weeks since he had received anything from his beloved Secret Admirer. Fourteen whole days of complete silence from her was quite unusual, and he felt it acutely. Where was she?

The darkest of thoughts had plagued him at night. What if she was sent on a dangerous mission? What if she had been injured? He hated to think it...but what if she was never coming back? Hadn’t he honestly lost enough?

The thoughts spiraled as the evening progressed into the wee hours of the morning, growing darker and more melancholy.

He knew he was not the greatest catch in the Soul Society. That title fell to Byakuya, uncontested. Shunsui was older than everyone in seireitei - a thousand years too old, he’d say. He was nobility too but he wasn’t one to truly fit into that mould, which deterred most noblewomen from considering him.

He wasn’t what one would call conventionally handsome either. He knew he wasn’t ugly...but he wasn’t exactly...whole. Not anymore. Maybe once he would have held some appeal and he had many lovers who thought him handsome enough to have a tumble with him... but the eyepatch never failed to remind him that he was never going to be good looking, by anyone’s standards, with a goddamn hole in his face.

Most days, none of this would honestly bother him. But last night it did.

His beloved Secret Admirer probably came to the conclusion that he wasn’t worth all the trouble after all. Surely, there had to be a reason why he had never been able to have a long term relationship. He blamed it on his job but...was that all it was? Maybe he was just not meant to have a happily ever after with someone.

As romantic as he was, he didn’t really believe in the concept of happily ever after. He knew relationships were work. It was a commitment between two people who cared about each other to work on staying together through whatever. With time, he had put any thoughts of a relationship on the back burner. With his duty to the Gotei 13, and his responsibilities as well as the added burden of maintaining his reputation as the Soutaicho...it was a practical choice.

But his Secret Admirer had made him want. Had made him yearn for a happily ever after for himself in a way he never had before.

He wanted to be loved and cherished as much as he wanted to love and cherish that one special person in his life. But did he really deserve it?

He knew it was her silence that had his latent insecurities rising to the surface keeping him up at night.

So as sleep deprived as he was, he came to the office with a plan. He couldn’t bear her silence anymore so he was not going to. With everything that had come up in the office, he hadn’t been able to finish up the letter he had started to write to her. At that time, it had felt futile considering there was no way to send it to her.

But he had a brilliant idea. He would have it published in the next installment of the Seireitei Communication including just enough information so that she would know it’s him while withholding enough details to still keep it anonymous. He could trust Hisagi-kun to be discreet.

He had a plan, and it could actually work!

If only he could actually find that bit of lavender paper he had left on his desk.

“Nanao-chan, did you remove anything from my desk by any chance?” he asked, opening up drawers and bending down to check under the desk.

Nanao looked up from the training schedule she was working on. “Nothing more than the usual paperwork. Why what have you lost now?” she asked with an overexaggerated sigh.

“My, my, Nanao-chan. You make it sound like I lose things on a daily basis.”

“The only thing lost on a daily basis around here is my sanity,” she said, rolling her eyes. Still she relented. A distressed Taicho always meant a distressed Nanao. “Fine. Describe it to me and I will tell you if I saw it anywhere.”

“It was nothing official. Just a bit of lavender paper I had been writing on…” he trailed off seeing the look on her face. “What? Did you see it?”

“You lost the letter you were writing to you Secret Admirer?” she asked.

“Nanao-chan! How did you…?”

“You forget, Taicho,” she said quite matter of factly. “There’s nothing that goes on here I don’t know about. But I haven’t seen it. Maybe it got mixed up in some paperwork and got sent to another division. I don’t think anyone would recognize your flowery handwriting which you reserve for your personal correspondence anyway. So nothing to worry about.”

Shunsui simply stared at her. He has known his little fuktaicho for too long to not notice that something was off. All this time, he thought she was just laughing at his expense because he was mooning over someone he didn’t even know. But now...that look...the way she said it without even having to think about it...it all felt fishy somehow. Nanao-chan was up to something.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” she huffed, correcting the papers on her desk that didn’t need correcting. A nervous habit that always gave her away. “If you don’t have any serious work, I have a pile of forms…”

“You know perfectly well who it is, don’t you, Nanao-chan?” he interrupted her attempts to distract him.

“I don’t know what you’re…”

“Please, Nanao-chan. It’s perfectly obvious you know exactly what I am talking about. Just...tell me…” he said.

He was so serious and intent. Nanao had only ever seen him like that in the heat of the worst kind of battle. She dropped her pretenses as well.

“She and I have both left enough breadcrumbs for you as it is. So if you’re so desperate to know who she is, why don’t you do the work to actually find out?” she asked him. “Clearly the girl cares about you but is terrified to approach you. Who wouldn’t be considering who you are and the position you hold. She is a nice girl, Taicho. But as things stand, she wouldn’t be the one to approach you so maybe you should find out for yourself who she is and do the approaching.”

So Nanao did indeed know who his Secret Admirer was. He understood her reasons why she couldn’t tell him. It wasn’t really her secret to divulge. Shunsui had to respect that despite his desperation.

“Is my sweet Nanao-chan giving her taicho dating advice?” he teased instead.

“Yes, I am,” she declared with a raised brow. “For even I can see how far you’ve fallen that you need advice from me to get yourself a date!”

Shunsui gasped, buying into the friendly teasing. “Nanao-chan is so mean to her taicho!”

Finally, they both got back to work, but Shunsui’s mind was still thinking about what Nanao had said. Apparently breadcrumbs were laid out and he hadn’t even noticed! He clearly had to pay more attention.

He tried to outline the facts in his mind.

The letters were always lemon scented. It could be a shampoo or some kind of scented cream...but it smelled fresh, almost as if unintentional. Something to further ponder upon.

The gifts were always elaborate but simple and he hadn’t been able to trace it through any vendor. The chocolates were handmade so his little Secret Admirer was probably very good with cooking and baking.

The handwriting was very distinctive as well. Especially the way she looped all her Ls and Bs with a distinctive flowy curve.

So far, the facts didn’t fit well into place to identify her as anyone he knew...but somehow, it felt like it was just barely within reach now. As if it’s only missing one final puzzle piece for the whole thing to come together.

That night, sleep evaded him once more. He couldn’t deny it. He missed her! He couldn’t help but wishing that she was right next to him, romancing him with more than just her words. He wished he could cherish her in all the ways he desperately yearned to.

He took the letters he kept at hand in the drawer of his bedside table. He found that he liked to read them sometimes, and no matter how many times he read her words, they still managed to make him feel things. The shape of her words, the texture of the paper...it comforted him.

However, the sensual seductive ones were his downfall.

With all the time he has been alive, and all the experience he’s had, one would think he would be able to resist the temptation. But he often couldn’t.

Reading those letters, describing how she wanted to make love under the moonlight or how she yearned to taste him...it had him imagining soft feminine hands touching him. His hand would unconsciously reach into his hakama of its own volition and grasp his manhood, wondering what it would feel like to be touched by someone who ardently wanted to please him.

It wouldn’t take him too long at all. He would cum, gasping into the empty bedroom, wishing he had a name he could moan. Wishing she was here for him to hold.

Sated, he’d finally fall asleep. Yet though his body was satisfied, his mind wasn’t. He couldn’t help but feel alone on this big empty bed.

That coveted final piece of the puzzle arrived as, of all things, more paperwork. He was mindlessly flipping through some reports after lunch the next day when it popped out at him like well-lit beacon.

It wasn’t anything special. Just a request for more funds to be allocated for a better training ground for the 13th division. Except it was filled out by his beloved Secret Admirer. The handwriting screamed her identity at him, looping Ls and Bs and all.

“_____-san,” he whispered to himself, wondering how he could have missed it.

Suddenly, everything was perfectly crystal clear.

Everyone knew that while Kuchiki Rukia settled in enough to pick her own fuktaicho, the 3rd seat of the 13th was acting in that role in an unofficial capacity, putting her in-charge of all the paperwork coming and going from that division. A reason why she was always showing up at the 1st...giving her ample opportunities to learn his habits well enough to leave behind those delightful missives without ever getting caught.

The lemon scent was from all the lemonade he knew she made for her division and for some special occasions in the seireitei. It was her specialty, a way of creating comfort and homeliness for her subordinates. He had tasted her chocolates twice - once at the Valentine’s Day party itself and then when she gifted them to him specifically. Both facts which had been pointed out by Nanao-chan while _____-san stood right next to him. No wonder she had flushed red then. It hadn’t been out of embarrassment but possibly from thinking she might get caught. The little minx.

He couldn’t help but remember every encounter he had with her in the recent past. Her cute blushes...the way she gasped out “Soutaicho!” Come to think of it, every time he saw her, he felt like she almost called him Shunsui out of habit only to change it to his official title at the last minute. He even recalled the twinkle in her eyes every time she looked up at him.

He couldn’t believe it. He finally knew who his Secret Admirer was and she’d been right before his eyes, had he only known where to look. He couldn’t help smiling, thinking about all the ways he would get back at her for running him around in circles. He would torture her so, so deliciously…

“You have that dopey smile on your face. Should I be worried?” Nanao asked, breaking him out of his thoughts.

“Hmm…? Of course not, Nanao-chan,” he said, not really reassuring her at all. “I am heading out. Be back soon!”

“Taicho!” she called out but he was already gone.

...to be continued.

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Hello lovely! How pe you’re having a nice weekend!💕

I saw that your requests are open and I was wondering if I could request a head cannon or Drabble of adult trip with a blind darling??

Hope you have a nice day!💕✨

Aww yeeesh! I did have a lovely day and a nice weekend, thank you so much! Here's your nice cup of Rose tea hon, enjoy it!

WARNING TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF AND A LIL BIT OF OOC! ENJOY!

Chrollo

Whether you were born like this or you had an accident that took your sight, it doesn't matter; Chrollo would do everything for you.

And when I say everything, I mean every little thing, from guiding you around the room to bathing you or showering with you to help.

"Chrollo, I can do it; you don't have to worry" you chuckle nervously as his hand gently scrub your arm; you feel his fingers gently rub the soap on your shoulder, and you're hoping he can't see you blush.

"Hush, dear, and let me love you" he kisses your shoulder, and you shudder at the feeling of his warm lips against your skin.

When you casually ask how the clouds look like or what color is the ocean, or what color are the trees this time of the year, his eyes tear up a bit. He looks at you with a drunk love look and a warm smile.

You're so perfect for him, because him being a romantic, this is the perfect time to be poetic.

He will find an object that's very soft and very fluffy in texture; his hand will take yours and slowly drag it through the material so you can feel every single fiber of it.

"That's how clouds are like, love. This time of year, the trees are red, and that's like cinnamon, and the ocean is blue, and aqua and those are like salty blueberries."

"Ewww!" You laughed, and he chuckled, still holding your hand in his. This moment was a real treasure for him.

"May I see how You look like?" He immediately tears up. This boi is low key the most sentimental in situations like these ones. He can't help but be overwhelmed. Sure he's a thief, but he's a humble one, albeit unfair on occasions but never with you.

Chrollo takes your hands and places them on his cheek. Your fingers feel so soft on his skin, almost like you're afraid to damage him. They glide over his nose, feeling how it arches, over his eyebrows and his eyelids.

Then they pass over the cross on his forehead into his hair, caressing it until your arms are looped around his neck and you hug him close, your ear on his chest listening to his racing heartbeat.

"You have a strong heart" You can't see how his cheeks are tinted pink or how his breathing has picked up because, dammit, you're amazing at getting these kinds of reactions out of him.

He will read to you, even though you have learned Braille. He wants you to be drunk on his voice and the passionate way he makes the story's impressions.

No one, and I mean no one, is allowed to begin a demeaning sentence towards you or some comment about your blindness that makes you uncomfortable. He will shut them up with one look and the flare of his aura.

When you guys go out, he insists on guiding you even though sometimes you have held him back before a car could run him over because he was too focused on taking care of you. He didn't see the vehicle coming. Ironic.

"That was a close one, don't you think?" He kissed the crown of your head, holding you close as the two of you kept walking to your destination. "Now, do you believe I can take care of myself?"

"We'll see," he chuckles.

Illumi

Your encounter with Illumi is always a tale to tell.

You see, you were at a coffee shop, drinking your favorite drink and eating a nice treat/pastry when he passed you by dropping one of his pins in the process. He had been so tired and beat that he didn't even notice. First one right there.

"Excuse me, sir," You bend over and felt for the big round top of the pin until your fingers grasped it and held it tight, minding the other pointy side. "You dropped this" Illumi doesn't say anything in acknowledgment. He simply extends his hand to you.

But you are not giving him the pin, and this annoys him so much. Then his eyes look up to yours. They are blueish but glazed over and almost white. You're blind. Illumi reaches for your hand, startling you for a quick second, but he picks the pin and lets go.

"Is this seat taken?" He asks suddenly, and you smile towards his voice.

"Go right ahead."

That day Illumi was so intrigued by you that he couldn't help but stalk you a bit, you know, for research purposes in case he ever finds an opponent like you.

But it turns into so much more.

He meets you every day he can, no matter where he goes with you. He makes no effort to help you, though, and don't expect him to do so. He appreciates you too much, and in his mind, you're like a wild cardinal, and if he were to help you, it's like putting you in a cage. Once he lets you free again, you won't know how to survive on your own.

He wants you free. He loves you free.

But that doesn't mean he won't be there for you or step in when circumstances are far too grave for you to handle.

"Llumi, how does the sky look today?"

"Gray. It's going to rain" his response makes you chuckle; you have never seen gray, but his honesty makes you smile. You outgrew your frustrations about this situation a long time ago.

"Can we stay to feel the rain? I want to smell the petrichor once it's over" Illumi looks at you with the same expression he gives everyone. He knows you might catch a cold standing in the rain; he doesn't understand why all you said would be relevant. But then he reminds himself, he has taken for granted all of these things because he can see them.

"Only a couple of minutes once its starts. If it gets bad, we'll go inside. You can smell the petrichor afterward" he holds your hand, and you two sit there on the park bench.

Illumi doesn't get cuddly or lovey-dovey with you. Still, he will allow himself moments where he can't help but admire you and be grateful for having you in his life. He will never say that. Ever. But he'll think it.

One time he entered your apartment and found you sitting on the rug in the living room, reading Braile.

"Illumi is so nice to hear you today. How was your day?" He's always impressed by your ability to sense him. When he asked once how you could recognize him if he was so quiet, you said you could feel his presence in the room since it was calming to you even when he tried to conceal himself. This melted his heart.

"What are you reading" He came to sit on the sofa, his legs brushing your arms like a loving gesture. Your hand grabbed his leg, squeezing him in recognition, and then went back to the book.

"Would you like me to read it to you?"

"Yes," It was a lovely evening that day.

Just like Chrollo, he's very protective of you since his line work makes him kind of famous, some people are bound to have seen you and try to get to you to get to him, and this is where Illumi draws the line.

Rest assured, no one will touch a single hair on your head if he has his way. The beginning of his bloodlust alone is enough to make everyone panic and turn away.

"Illumi, hon is alright, I'm here, I'm right here. Look at me" you would open the curtain of his luscious hair to hold his face and make him look at you. "I'm fine, see?"

"They are not worth it," he says after holding you close to him. He'll kill them later.

Hisoka

This little shit will always be a little shit, in this case, a loving and understanding one, but still, the point remains.

You bumped into him on the streets, and the minute it happened, it annoyed him so much. He was in the process of turning and giving you your dues when he noticed you had actually stopped and been grabbing his wrist.

"I apologize, I'm so sorry" you're not looking at him, and that annoys him even further.

That's until he notices your vacant look and your body language. You may not be looking at him, but your whole body is poised to listen. Listen to him.

"Are you blind?" He blurts out but not really; his smirk says it was intentional.

"All my life, sir," you chuckle, letting his wrist go and leaning a bit on your white cane.

This makes him giggle, and he invites you for a coffee if you're available.

The rest after that marks your relationship.

Hisoka behaves like a child whenever he's around you. He hides his presence to try and scare you, but you can always sense him. You can even imagine him pouting as you find him and poke him with your cane.

"Not fair, little fruit."

"You smell like bubble gum, hon," you chuckle, bringing him down to kiss his cheek.

He holds you close and loves when you let yourself go and depend on him a little.

Lke him cooking for you, doing some chores around the house (He doesn't have to, and you tell him that, but he just says you'll have to reward him later), and the two of you baking together—with him covering you in flour as much as he can without you noticing.

"Soka, I know my cheeks and forehead are white; you are a terrible boyfriend, love."

"Mmmmm, so mean, (Y/N)-chan" He kissed you as he puts more flour on your nose.

Hisoka knows he has to leave for extended periods since he can't stay put in one place plus his job. But will always call you and answer your phone calls no matter if he's fighting with someone at the moment.

"My precious darling, I *grunts* I'm in the middle of breaking someone's arm at the moment *huffs* can I call you later, love?" You cringe at the sound of the bone-breaking over the phone but chuckle slightly at his antics.

"Yes, you can, Be safe" oh, oh, oh he loves your concern for him. It just makes him moan obscenely in the middle of the fight, making his opponent disgruntled and allowing him to finish them off.

"On second thought, dear, we can talk right now. I'm currently free."

He will bring you stuff from his travels and jobs, all with different textures and pleasant smells so you can experience them.

Now this, this is the moment of truth. While you're distracted touching everything he brought, he takes away his texture surprise. Suddenly he lifts your hand to touch his hair, then his face and arms.

"How does this one feels, mmm?" He hides the fact that he's nervous by being playful, but you can feel him being stiff.

"It feels soft," then your fingers gingerly brush a big scar over his chest "it feels like no matter what, I love you. Like you can trust me with each one of these"

He won't admit it, but it's nice that you can't tease him for his blushing cheeks and aghast expression. But he chuckles to alleviate the lump in his throat as he takes your hands in his and pulls you in for a hug.

When the two of you go out, he's always holding your hand, or you're holding his arm. He has convinced you to not use your white cane while walking with him. He'll be your eyes.

The moment someone bumps into you…

"Hey, watch where you're going, woman!"

"Oh, so, so sorry, sir," you apologize, and Hisoka is smiling at the man.

"Yeah, you better be"

"Little fruit, do you want to know how fluttering butterflies feel?" As he says so, your face is tickled by a lot of fluttering little wings, and the experience mutes the man's screaming as he Hisoka gently drags you away.

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i-simp-for-gintoki · 3 years

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Teaching Sanji how to make a meal he’s never heard of

Did this for randomly for fun, idk the idea hit me as i was drinking coffee at 5am. this is completely unrevised and unedited so its probably all over the place knowing my tired self.

Also a few of my irl friends know this acc and im suddenly im kinda hella embarrassed to post anything lmao

hrng theres always so much dialogue but im to lazy to add a background and stuff for a proper one shot aaaaa

it was a lazy day on the sunny

the next island was still quite a ways away so everyone was doing there own thing to pass the time

but you were feeling kinda hungry, so of course you call sanji over

arriving at your side in record breaking speeds he smiled as he grabbed your hand and kissed it

“how may i help you my love?”

you returned his smile and laughed

“im feelin kinda hungry, do you think you can make me something to eat?”

he seemed to glow at your request and nodded his head

“Of course i can y/n-swan! Do you have something in mind or should i just make the usual”

you tilted your head in thought as you thought of the dish

“Actually i do have an idea”

You told him the dish and expected him to immediately run off like always but instead he blinked

“Erm...can you repeat that please?”

Telling it to him once more, the blond frowned and closed his eyes in thought

“I don’t believe i’ve ever heard of this dish, do you think you can describe it?”

“Sanji, don’t tell me you’ve never heard of this dish before?!” you say, eyes wide with shock

And now he feels even more guilty than before

He knows that there are food and meals out there he’s never heard of, but now when your requesting one of them and he cant do anything about it? He feels awful

“I apologize y/n-swan. I’ll make you some--” you interrupt him by poking his chest “Nope you’re not gonna cook anything now”

This time he’s the one whos surprised

“Bu-” “Alright Sanji, today im going to teach you one of the best meals out there”

Grabbing his hand, you lead him to the kitchen with a smile

“Y/n-swan...you can cook??” “Of course i can! I may not be a pro like you are, but i know a couple dishes pretty well. Only reason you don’t ever see me in the kitchen is simply because im lazy. Plus i prefer your cooking more, feels like im eating food that only royalty deserves”

His heart seemed to explode at that, he quickly pulled you back into a tight hug

“Y/n-swaaaaan~! What did i do to deserve an angel like you?” you laughed and hugged him back equally as tight

Once you finally made it to the kitchen, the chef grew excited

Excited to learn a new dish, excited that you are the one teaching it to him, excited to taste his lovely s/o’s cooking for the first time

You turned to him and crossed your arms

“Alright, how do you want to do this? Do you want to do it while i explain the steps, or do you want to just watch me make it?”

He thought for a few moments. While he was tempted to do it himself, he really wanted to try your cooking

“I’ll watch you do the cooking, but i’ll help prep if thats alright with you. Just tell me what to grab and ill get it!”

You nodded your head and begun to list the ingredients

Throughout the whole process, Sanji was much quieter than you had initially thought he would be

Much less fawning over your actions, and more determination and focus as his blue eyes watched every little thing you did

Every now and then he would ask some questions or clarification but he didn’t say much else

Though actually, i think he would randomly give compliments to you while you cooked

Soon enough the meal was complete, and suddenly you became slightly self conscious about your cooking

“Alright Sanji, the plating is a bit messy, and the flavors are probably not up to your standards but-” “Nonsense. I’m sure it tastes amazing, after all you were the one to make it”

You sigh and place the dish in front of him

He inspects the dish for a few seconds, turning it around and smelling it, sometimes gave it a light poke or two before finally taking a bite

He closes his eyes as he chewed but they suddenly shot open

“This is really good!”

“Really? You don’t have to be nice you know, its fine if you dont like it” you say but he shakes his head

“No no, this is seriously really delicious! Amazing job y/n-swan! The seasoning is amazing and the texture is very nice, the flavor isn’t too strong or light its just right. This is a great dish that I will definitely try to make in the future”

You can’t help but get a bit flustered at the compliments

“Thats..thats very sweet of you to say thank you”

You lean over the table and kiss his cheek

From that alone he had to fight against getting a nose bleed honestly

“Now eat up, i believe you were the hungry one after all” he says and you nod

“Sure, lemme just grab another plate and fork and we can split it” you say but he quickly stands up “Here, let me grab it for you. Its the least i can do”

Standing up, he walks towards where the dishes and silverware is but pauses

“Instead of dirtying more things, how about you let me feed you?” he asks with a cheeky smile

You roll your eyes with a smile, deciding to indulge him of his request you nod

“You know what? Sure why not”

Later on he would practice the dish and have you taste it to see if it was correct/to your liking

Unsurprisingly, It only took him a few attempts to nail it

Another one to add his own flair to it and make it even better

And man, the proud grin he had when he served you this dish

Like many of his other dishes, he practiced it to the point where he could probably make this perfectly blind folded

He gives you a sincere thank you for teaching him a new dish

Will make it for you whenever you ask

But please make him more food, he absolutely loved your cooking and hope it wasn’t a one time thing

#sanji x reader #one piece #vinsmoke sanji #one piece x reader #the sanji brain rot is real yall #dumpling writes

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ojato · 3 years

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Just an irken chilling petting the gross human and his stupid soft hair that he absolutly despises and keeping him glued to his body because he wouldnt want the stink to stick to anything else,its not because he feels nice and smells nice or anything. Its not like the great ZIm has a need to hold him for hours while they talk to each other and enjoy star gazing in space.

The device dib is holding is to record and explore where to go next or see any anomalies in space that could be watched from afar or some shit i dont know. Yeah irken technology is still organic n gross here ,those pink lights absolutly feel like weird slime and that “couch” probably is also like a warm,cozy snow slime texture. Gross but also cool.

Ooof,something cute that i doodled and turned into an actual illustration to like color n test a bit the waters to be fair. I was going to detail the space but i figured it would be too much jajaj !

edit: theres probably some mistake somewhere but im too tired to see it and to care,tomorrow ill scream about it i guess.

#zadr #space #invaderzim

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shslfanficreader · 3 years

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What they’re like playing with your hair - G/N reader

Warnings: Talk of being in the shower/bath together but nothing ns//fw, language, unbetaed

Characters Included: Taka, Mondo, Kazuichi, Fuyuhiko, Korekiyo, Kokichi

Taka:

General

He’s apprehensive about touching you at all

He’s so, so gentle

Doesn’t want to hurt you at all or make you feel uncomfortable

The first time he gently reaches out to tuck your hair behind your ear, his hand is shaking

But if you reassure him with a smile, he’ll give you his adorable little smile back

As he gets more comfortable with touching your hair, he starts playing with it more and more, until if you’re sitting next to him, it’s odd if he doesn’t have his hand close to your head and your hair in between his fingers

He sits with his hand just running over your hair a lot

It calms him and he likes the way it feels on his hands

It’s a way for him to know you’re there with him without clutching onto your hand or something of the sort

When he plays with your hair, it calms him down, but it also makes him feel closer to you

He considers it something quite intimate

And is really glad that you’ll let him do it with you

Long

He’s too scared of making you uncomfortable or getting shampoo in your eyes to shower or bathe with you

But he likes brushing your hair

He sections it into parts and brushes through each part 50 times each

He used to do 100 passes for each section but that ended up taking a bit too long

His favourite part of brushing your hair is when he gets to check for knots at the end by trailing his fingers through it

He just loves the feeling of it

If you sleep with your hair down, you always wake up to his fingers tangled in strands of it

It’s hard to untangle yourself from his fingers without waking him up, but he’d rather wake up than accidentally hurt you

Short

Taka loves the feeling of short hair on his fingers

He likes how if he rubs his hand back and forth over it, his hand will eventually go numb

He always does it slowly and gently

But it still seems like he’s petting you like he would pet a dog

He doesn’t want it to seem like that

He just doesn’t want to mess your hair up

Curly

Has no idea how you do your hair

Like? Can you only brush it when it's wet?

Do your hands get tangled up when you're trying to put it up or style it?

Either way, he'll mostly stick to running his hands over your hair

Until you tell him what he can do

In which case

Put some time aside

Because his hands won't leave your hair until you ask him to stop

He just finds being close to you and playing with your hair so soothing

Coily

Still doesn't know how you do your hair

He doesn't want to twirl it or twist it around his fingers because he doesn't want to do anything wrong

But if you tell him he can, or specify exactly what you like him to do, he'll do it happily

Just make sure he doesn't get tangled up

Because if there's a way, he will find it

Mondo:

General

Tries to be smooth

Is not

Will just grab strands of your hair and twiddle it in between his thumb and forefinger whilst you're having a conversation

And he'll probably make a knot in the process

And not even notice

He likes it when you get out of the shower or bath and your hair's wet

He likes how it looks

And if you dry it, he likes to feel it while it's still warm

It's so relaxing for him

He likes to swish strands of your hair back and forth in your face to get your attention

He likes to nestle his face into the crook of your neck so your hair tickles his face

And he likes to wrap his arms around you, too

Will put his hand on your cheek and slide it up into your hair so he can hold onto it whilst he kisses you

Long

He tries to be cool and twists strands of your hair around his fingers, twirling them

Why that makes him cool, who knows

That is, until it ends up in a tangle and he can’t free his hand without your help

He likes to come up behind you and sweep your hair out of your face so you can see him as he leans over your shoulder

You usually end up with a kiss being placed on your cheek when that happens

Short

Loves the feeling of the very ends of your hair on his hands

It’s feels a bit spikey, and he like

Will try to style it into a mohawk

Does not necessarily succeed

He loves the feeling of the ends of your hair, prickly against his lips when he kisses you on the head

Curly

Pulls it out and let's it spring back into it's curl when he's flirting with you

For some reason he thinks this is a good move

(It's not)

(Just pretend it is though. Please. For both his sanity and his self-esteem's sake)

Likes to run his hands through your hair so it bounces back up

Even if this ends with his hands trapped in your hair sometimes

Coily

Please let him put his hands in your hair

Why? Who knows

He just loves the feeling surrounding his hands

Is for some reason very interested in the way your hair bounces and moves

It's just mesmerizing, yo

Kazuichi:

General

He really likes how it is naturally

He doesn’t think you need to straighten or curl it or anything like that

But he won’t say anything if you want to do that

He dyes his hair pink. He can’t say shit

He will dye your hair if you let him

A bright colour, of course

If you’re willing to go as far as to match with his pink hair, he’d love it

Because you would look like that odd couple that matches their outfits

But hair!

And pink hair is just great anyway

He would nuzzle his face in the crook of your neck, place one hand on your back or your waist, and one hand in your hair

And just be there with you

You get a lot of hugs and cuddles with him

He would love it if you used some kind of scented hair product

He likes being able to inhale and tell you’re with him

(He may or may not have a bottle of your shampoo just so he can smell it)

He fidgets a lot

Including with your hair

He strokes your hair a lot and buries his hands in it

Even if he ends up with his hands tangled

Which he usually does

Long

Pretty good at braiding/plaiting

If your hair goes down your back, he’ll rest his head just at the base of your neck and embrace you

If you want him to let go, you’ll have to ask him to

He runs his fingers through your hair, and leaves just an inch or two so he can gently tug at it and runs those ends over his hands

It tickles him, just a little

He likes the feeling of it though

Short

Will try to style your hair so it looks like you have horns

(He doesn’t always succeed)

Or just tries to spike it all up

Because he thinks it looks cool as fuck

And he's right

And it's a bonus that he gets to run his hands all over your hair and feel all the spiky ends

Curly

Doesn’t understand why you can’t just brush your hair like people with straight hair can

He once tried to help you out by brushing it

The brush was caught in your hair

And it took a long time to get it out

He’s really sorry

He won’t do it again

He just wanted to do something nice for you

And it backfired

As many things do for him

Why can’t he just do one thing right

(Cuddle him after this, please)

Coily

Loves the way your hair feels

Will just rest his hands on it

Or his face on it

If you let him, that is

He's a weird boy

But also the most tender boy when he's not being awkward

He's kind of fascinated in the texture of your hair. He just really loves it

And it feels so nice to him, whether it's soft or a bit wirey

Will twirl it between his fingers because he just likes the feeling that much

Oh, and it's attached to you

So that's an added bonus

Fuyuhiko:

General

Gives the best head scratches

Why? No one knows

Just absolutely amazing at giving head scratches

Also head massages

If you like either of those things, he’ll do them fo you whenever you want

Especially if you want comfort

Then your head massage will turn into a neck massage

And in turn a back massage

And he is the best at massaging shampoo into your hair

Just make sure he’s careful about it dripping in your eyes

If you’re sitting down or shorter than him, he’ll walk up to you a place a kiss on top of your head

And then just walk off as if nothing happened

Touchier with you than anyone would think he could ever be

His favourite position to cuddle with you in is one of his hands in your hair and his face nuzzled into the crook of your neck

He also gives you head pats it this position

It makes him feel like he’s doing something nice for you

And he also gets to cuddle you?

Even better

Long

He pushes your hair back a lot so he can give you little kisses on your jawline and just under your ear

If you're lucky he'll give you accidental butterfly kisses too

He thinks grabbing the end of your hair and giving it a couple of gentle tugs makes him look like a Bad Boy

(It doesn't)

(But it is cute)

Short

He pushes his hand back through his hair sometimes, especially when he's thinking

And he does that with your hair too

Not because he's thinking

He just does it so much it feels like a really natural for him to do it

And he likes the feeling on his hands

Just tickling his palms a little

And he pushes your hair out of your face when he does it

And he likes that

Because he can see your face more easily

And he thinks you’re really pretty

(You think he’s really pretty too)

Curly

Loves your hair

Especially when it’s wet

He likes how you move and swish it when you’re drying it

And how sometimes you accidentally flick drops of water at him

And how it’s still just a little damp when he runs his fingers through it

And even how when your hair springs up from his hands, it still leaves some tendrils wrapped around his fingers

Actually, tangled around his fingers would be more accurate

Coily

If your hair’s long enough, he’ll grab it all and gather it up like he’s going to put it in a ponytail

Only to let go and watch how it goes back into its natural position

He could do this over and over if you’d let him

Why?

He just likes it

The way it looks

The way it feels

And the way you give him an amused look if he does it just one too many times

Korekiyo:

General

He has long hair himself, so he knows how to take care of hair, unless it’s very different to his

After learning about what people in different cultures use to take care of their hair he’s gathered some products to try

And he’ll let you try any of them too

Because he got them for himself they’re for his hair type but is more than happy for you to use them no matter what yours is, as long as you know what they’re for

He has a lot of conditioning treatments like masks and oils

He loves bathing with you so you can use a hair treatment together

Especially if you let him apply it, massage it in, and wash it out

He takes a lot of interest in how you do your hair

He likes to watch you style it, even if it’s just brushing it or pulling it out of your face

And he’ll help you style it if you want

If you do anything special with your hair (use certain products that are a must have, sleep with a silk pillow etc.) he’ll make sure he has everything you need to do those things at his house too, so you don’t need to be running those things back and forth from your place

If you need to be comforted for any reason, his go to is to hold you and gently glide his hand over your hair and down your back

He won’t let just anyone touch his hair so it means a lot to him that you’ll let him touch yours so freely

Long

He likes to brush your hair if you let him, and somehow he never hurts you

He goes very slowly and makes sure he gets every little knot

He likes to help you wash your hair too

It feels very intimate, and he likes helping you with your self care to make you feel pampered and loved

He’s really good at braiding and plaiting hair, so if you ever want him to braid your hair, all you have to do is ask

Honestly? Amazing at hairstyling in general

And he knows a 100 different ways to keep hair out of your face

Need a hair tie? He has two

And probably a ribbon as well

Short

A lot of the time, when you’re close or cuddling, his hand ends up on your hair

He thinks it’s kind of like caressing your cheek

But less weird if he leaves his hand there for extended periods of time

He like how wisps of your hair feel going through his fingers

And he will give you a head massage if you’re into that

He like to kiss you on the top of your head

He likes the feeling of your hair on his lips

Curly

He knows that sometimes you brush your hair in the shower, and he’d love to help you with that if you’ll let him

As long as he’s not hurting you, of course

Please teach him how you take care of your hair so he can help you

Coily

He would love to learn about how you take care of your hair and how it differs from what he does

He’d watch you style it and try to take in everything

If he felt confident enough, or you offered to teach him, he’d try to help you style your hair in a way that works for you, even if he needs to put in some effort and time into it

Because it’s worth the effort if he can help you or make you feel loved or beautiful in any way

Kokichi:

General

He’ll probably be a little shit at first

He would start by pulling and tugging on your hair to annoy you

But if he actually hurt you he would get upset and probably cry

He would probably say “it’s a lie!” As soon as you said you were okay

But he still never does it again

He loves ruining your hair

Do not spend much time on your hair you’re going to be spending time with Kokichi

It will be ruined

Whether on purpose or accidentally

If you let him shower with you, he would love to shampoo your hair and mould it into funny shapes

Just don’t let him wash it out

He tries, but he’s not the best at keeping the shampoo from getting in your eyes

If your hair smells good he will let you know, and he will sniff it not matter where you are

The only time he really gently plays with your hair is when you’re both relaxing or going to sleep

If your head is on his lap he’d gently twist strands of your hair between his fingers

And if you were laying in bed together he would gently run his hand over your hair, but not run his fingers through it in fear of waking you up

He’s very silly when he’s playing with your hair, but he doesn’t want to hurt you or annoy you (too much)

He’s very sweet, even when he’s messing around

It all comes from a place of love

Long

He would love to grab the end of all of your hair and throw it up in the air so it goes everywhere

And he loves to hold it next to his head to see what he’d look like with longer hair

He likes to brush your hair but is really bad at getting knots out

You might have to untangle the brush out of your hair once he stops trying

Short

Loves ruffling your hair so it sticks up everywhere

He loves the feeling of short hair, so he kinda just rubs his hand on your head sometimes

Not like a head massage though

It’s too fast and rough for that

But he doesn’t hurt you and it’s adorable, so you don’t stop him unless it’s really bothering you

In which case he’ll pout at you but stop anyway

He can bother you in another way if he really wants to

Curly

He’s gotten his fingers trapped in your curls more than once

He’s very bad at getting his hand out

The first time it happened he just panicked and tried to tug it out, and tugged your head in the process

He was really sorry though

Coily

Thinks your hair is the best pillow ever

No matter how long it is

He will put his head directly on top of yours to prove this

Is just generally mesmerised by how your hair sits

And how you style it

If you straighten your hair, he loves washing it for you so he can watch how it goes back into its natural pattern

Will pull strands of your hair out so it’s straight and let it spring back into it’s coil

#danganronpa #danganronpa 2 #danganronpa v3 #sdr2 #drv3 #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #kiyotaka ishimaru #mondo owada #kazuichi souda #fuyuhiko kuzuryuu #korekiyo shinguji #kokichi ouma

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possum-rat · 3 years

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(Y/n) talks to the dead

Normally waking up to the Undead hovering over you would scare anyone shitless. But (Y/n) was slightly less startled. "SHI-WHA? WHO ARE? WHAT?" (Y/n) yelps as they fall out of the bed in a mess of blanket and clothes. Two skeletons stand on either side of their bed staring blankly at the opposite wall. Chain mail armor on the one stationed on the left side of (Y/n), and an odd mixture of gold and neitherite on the right. The one on the right turns toward (Y/n) before crouching down as holding out a hand toward them.

(Y/n) takes it hesitantly staring up at them. "Wha?" They murmur as the skeleton nods a slight smile in place. "I'm Violetta Beaux. If that's what you're wondering my dear." They state simply in a soft tone. Violetta then gestures toward the chain mail wearer and says fondly "that's Isidora Blanc" Isidora merely nods as their mentioned.

"Why are you here? I mean- I don't mean to be rude or anything but..." (y/n) trails off confusion evident in their expression. "Clementine told us," Violetta replies gently. Nodding still confused (Y/n) lets the covers fall from their shoulders. Stepping from the mess of blanket under them they walk toward the bathroom.

Staring at the mirror intently they sigh. Their once (S/c) now more grey and sunken. Dark purplish rings under their eyes with a crazed look. Reaching their hand up (Y/n) gently presses the purplish-pink swollen delicate skin. Breathing out in pain (Y/n) removes their hand before testing their nose. Nothing seems to be broken, just a little swollen or painful. Pulling out a washcloth (y/n) dampens it and cleans the dried blood from their face.

Feeling slightly better (Y/n) turns on the shower before heading into their 'Room' and grabbing some clothes: a tan trench coat stopping at (Y/n) thighs, a white collared shirt, grayish-black jeans, and long socks with their favorite boots. (perfect for kicking any super straights)

Once finished with the shower they pull on the clothes in the privacy of the bathroom. Mentally (Y/n) thanks themselves for placing the bathroom into a room with a door away from any visitors. As (Y/n) steps out of the bathroom the smell of freshly baked bread greets them.

grinning to themselves (Y/n) notices that Violetta is beside the furnace pulling out a loaf of golden bread. "(Y/n)? Oh hey dear! I made bread. Here take some!" She says cheerfully as she places the loaf on the small kitchen island. Isidora seems to be slightly more emotional than before as she gazes at the bread. Staring at the bread (Y/n) asks "You can make bread?" Isidora replies gruffly "Best at it. She also makes a killer cake."

As Violetta pulls out a giant Long sword she hums happily as she slices the bread with the sword. The whole sight is comical. As (Y/n) takes a slice of the bread they take a bite and proceeds to melt. You know the kind? Like when you eat something so good you've literally just ascended to heaven momentarily-yeah that's what the bread tastes like.

"Told you," Isidora says simply. By the time (Y/n) ate around half the loaf with the other two they've gotten a message from Wilbur.

<WilburSoot> (Y/n) help. Tubbo and Tommy are on a tangent.

smiling slightly (Y/n) stands up from the chair and makes their way toward their chest. Squatting down they pull out their sword and a few potions. Violetta stops (Y/n) before they leave. "Dear take some armor I have an extra unused she's plate and helmet. Stay safe okay hun? Isidora will go with you." (Y/n) nods and waits patiently-well as patiently as one with horrible attention spans can-

"and here you go, hun." She says as she hands an enchanted netherite chest plate and helmet to them. (Y/n's) eyes widen as the heavily enchanted armor falls into their ownership. "You can't-Are-wha-" they stutter as Isidora takes the armor from (Y/n) and gently places it onto (y/n) making sure it fits snugly. "Come on kid. I'm your bodyguard or some shit today. Come on."

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as the two of them walk into L'manberg Wilbur freezes staring at Isidora. "(Y/n)? Your aware that there's a skeleton standing beside you?" (Y/n) nods and says "Yup. They're my grumpy bodyguard or something!" Isidora did not like being called grumpy apparently as (Y/n) yelps as Isidora punches (Y/n's) shoulder.

"I- uh okay. Anyway, Tubbo and Tommy are over there mind watching them?" Wilbur asks tiredly as he rubs the bridge of his nose with his fingers.

(Y/n) nods and skips toward them happily. "No, He's always like...Psst hey, kid...wanna buy some content? Do we have manhunts? Or speed runs." Tommy laughs as he does a horrible American accent. (Y/n) chimes in "įⱮ Ⱥ ꝈįͲͲꝈƐ φįϚϚ βȺβӋӋӋӋӋ" Tubbo coughs in audio tune before dying with laughter. Tommy does his famous cackle. "What the actual fuck?" Isidora murmurs as she stands a few feet away. Tubbo frowns tilting his head confused his long brown ears flopping down.

"what? I just heard a series of tapping?" Tubbo says confused. "Oh, she just said " what the actual fuck." She's nice that way." (Y/n) says happily.

Isidora frowns while flipping (Y/n) off. "Yeah Love you too bitch." They call grinning.

Tubbo frowns and asks "Wanna go to the nether?" (Y/n) nods but freezes momentarily as everything suddenly grey. Like a cave. But instead of the normal ruggedness of a cave, it's like a box. (Y/n) shivers as they gaze around at the freezing room. A small Fox is curled up in one of the corners along with a brown spotted cow. As (y/n) walks closer the Fox opens an eye before closing it in disinterested. An arrow sticks out from its coat staining the white fur on its throat rusty red.

"Fungi?" (Y/n) asks in awe. The Fox yawns before nuzzling closer to the cow. The cow opens its down brown eyes before giving a soft content "Moo." Gasping in delight (Y/n) cheers "Harold?" The cow thumps his tail before standing up unsteadily and clopping toward (Y/n).

Harold bobs his head as he moves toward them, stopping infront of them he nuzzles into (Y/n's) outstretched hand. As (y/n's) fingers brush over the slightly rough texture of Harold's fur they blink.

The stone claustrophobic-inducing box is no more. Instead (Y/n) is surrounded by people in chairs staring up at a podium. A Man with curly Horns with various golden trinkets stands there. He's clearly slightly hungover.

"That was pretty easy. And you know what I said, the day I got unbanned from the DreamSMP, and the day I said I was running... an election that I won by the way?" The man's voice booms deep and clear demanding to be heard "I said; "Things are gonna change". I looked every citizen of L'Manberg in the eyes and I said; "You listen to me... this place will be a lot different tomorrow." Let's start making it happen. My first decree, as the president of L'Manberg- the EMPEROR! of this great country-! Is to REVOKE the citizenship of WilburSoot, (Y/n) and TommyInnit! Get 'em outta here! Get 'em outta here! You're no longer welcome!"

All though (Y/n) may not understand what's going on they have enough sense to stand up from their seat and bolt. Isidora stands on the outskirts of L'manberg waiting under the shelter of a tree. Isidora straightens up upon seeing (Y/n). She sighs and holds out a hand. Voices of the deceased begin screaming in (Y/n's) head.

"WHY THE HELL ARE YOU LEAVING?

"HELP THEM"

"STAY HOME"

"STAY"

"run"

As Isidora's hand closes around (Y/n's) they're suddenly wrenched from L'manberg, and back home. (Y/n) pulls their hand from Isidora's grip to press their palms into the sides of their head. "Please- make it stop." They whisper. Their eyes claimed shut as they press their back against the wall sliding down. Schlatt's voice echos loudly "Oh, it was so easy! Until further notice... WilburSoot and TommyInnit are merely a memory of L'Manberg. A relic- A relic of the past. A reminder, of the darkest era this country, has ever seen- and I guarantee you all; dear citizens... Tonight, that changes. We are entering into a new period of L'Mangerg- a period, of prosperity! of strength! of unity."

Sitting down for a few minutes they stand up before rubbing their eyes and turning toward the two women and saying quietly "Stay here. Please I don't want either of you to get hurt." they state with a certain authority that none of the three knew (Y/n) possessed. (Y/n) then walks toward their chests before digging out the materials needed. Choosing to take their half-finished crossbow, and sword, along with the armor they were currently wearing, a few potions, and pick along with food, as they walk toward the door they hesitate before returning to the chest and pull out a few End pearls along with their totem.

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At around 3 am (Y/n) finds a half-assed base. Sighing slightly they duck into the base holding up their hands in surrender as a sword is healed to their throat. It doesn't help that the voices are still shouting. And expressing their distaste or agreement at the current predicament.

"Jesus (Y/n) where the hell have you been?" Wilbur sighs as he makes eye contact with them.

"Went by my base to grab some stuff we'll need. No, we aren't going to my base." They say as they sit atop the crafting table beside Tommy. Leaning back against the wall they glance down at Tommy. He's visibly distressed. (Y/n) taps the air infront of them withdrawing a potion of their own creation they like to call "Anti-Insomnia, sleep your problems away :)"

Pulling out a small vile of it they grab 2 cups that for some reason Wilbur had. Pouring a few drops into the cups they hand them to each of their accomplices saying "It'll help you sleep. It'll take your mind off of it." Tommy nods and asks "Wait you know Greek mythology right? Didn't you and Techno talk about it?" (Y/n's) lips curve into a faint smile at the memories.

they nod and ask "Yeah. I remember that." Wilbur asks "what's your favorite story?"

they nod before thinking. "Eros and Psyche." The words fall from their lips effortlessly. As (Y/n) begins to ramble they stare at the opposite wall.

"Psyche is a princess so beautiful that the goddess Venus becomes jealous. In revenge, she instructs her son Cupid to make her fall in love with a hideous monster; but instead, he falls in love with her himself." Tommy's head lolls before falling against (Y/n's) shoulder. (Y/n) tenses up slightly but upon realizing that it's only Tommy they continue.

"He becomes her unseen husband, visiting her only at night. Psyche disobeys his orders not to attempt to look at him, and in doing so she loses him. In her search for him, she undertakes a series of cruel and difficult tasks set by Venus in the hope of winning him back. Cupid can eventually no longer bear to witness her suffering or to be apart from her and pleads their cause to the gods. Psyche becomes an immortal and the lovers are married in heaven."(More info: here ) (Y/n) finishes their story glancing down at Thomas.

"hey? (Y/n)? How's Lilith doing?" Wilbur asks quietly. (y/n) freezes before rubbing their face and rubbing the faint scar on their neck. "No clue." Wilbur frowns and asks "What'd you mean?" He asks as he shifts to a more comfortable position. "Haven't seen her since she broke our engagement...rather brutally for my taste. Like I understand sure, I may not be the best person but burning down a house then murdering your fiancé? That's a bit much even for me. Like where's the pizzazz?" (Y/n) laughs quietly as they stand up and pull off their coat draping it over Tommy.

Wilbur frowns. "Wait. You only have one life?" He asks. (Y/n) nods as they rummage in their pocket before pulling out a small simple ring with a frog upon the center. Slipping it onto their finger with the other array of various rings they stretch and turn toward Wilbur. "Jesus Christ (Y/n). You need to be careful!" Wilbur chides. (Y/n) narrows their eyes at him before grumbling quietly "yeah yeah."

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#mcyt x reader #hybrid reader #wither skeleton #harold the cow #(y/n)#wilbur soot #jshlatt #Pog2020 #coconut2020

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It’s Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas

A/N: man, I do really like the holidays. I did the same thing for BNHA last year and it is only reasonable that I’m doing the same for Haikyuu this Christmas! Really looking forward to see which one everyone got hehe

Description: Holidays under a pandemic meant that any real life gift exchange was out the window but no worries, it seems like santa came early for you this Christmas.

Pairing: idk, guess you need to click on the links to find out;)

“It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas-”

The smooth baritone of the crooner was grating to your ear as you were once reminded of the fact that it was, indeed, beginning to look a lot like Christmas no matter where you looked but you were sadly not doing anything that you would have done in the jolly festive season in the years before this holiday because you were pretty much stuck at home and too busy being, well, alone.

You threw the remote down almost in frustration after you cut the singing echoing through your room from the tv short abruptly. Sliding further down your couch, you sighed as you stared at the ceiling.

No meeting up with family, no lavish meals, no going out with friends. Nothing.

You let out a string of strange noises as you buried your face in your palms, letting your arms fell to your sides weakly at the emptiness in your chest. You tried to create a nicer atmosphere for yourself by at least putting up some tinsels around your window still and setting up the mini Christmas tree you got online.

But the gold and silver flakes were starting to fall off and going everywhere, making it more a hassle to clean up than it was a decent decoration and the only tree that could fit into your pathetic apartment was not even nearly big enough for any presents to be put under it.

You groaned, before allowing your body to slide onto the floor completely.

Whatever, it was not like you had any real presents to put there anyways.

A sudden rang of your door bell had you perking up from your position on the ground.

“Hello? This is a special delivery, is anyone at home?”

(Which of the following packages is the one that the postman has brought to your doorsteps?)

A large, white document envelop that has your address printed on it with very sophisticated-looking letters (was that... the logo of a law firm????)

A cylinder-shaped thing that was wrapped up in lots and lots of bubble wrap according to its texture (there was a faintly nice smell coming out of it when you picked it up)

A large, very large card box (really heavy too)

Tiny little envelope that was quite thick if you turn it to the sides (someone drew a triangle with a black blotch on it, but the marker must be bleeding because it was now a black blur)

Something that was very carefully wrapped up in a lot of paper, but you can still make out it out to be in the ambiguous shape of a bottle (this better not be what you think this is...)

A big, round, soft object that has a very badly done bow taped on top (oooo it’s squishy)

A flat, soft package (you couldn’t really make out what it was when you were squeezing it)

A thin cylinder that was wrapped up in a silver insulation bag (ohhh it’s still warm!)

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu imagine #oikawa x reader #hinata x reader #miya osamu x reader #ushijima x reader #yaku x reader #kageyama x reader #kita x reader #kozume x reader #kenma x reader

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siegelst · 3 years

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Anonymous asked [ it’s finally here.

Curiosity [part 5 howl Part 1 ] by Anonymous

Rated Explicit Mature 18+

clothes kink, major size kink, voice kink, cum kink, cum marking, karl has part lycan in him, scent-marking, karl's wolf tells the truth.

Anonymous: toughest chapter I ever written.

Part 5 Howl Part 1

There wasn't much difference between karl and his wolf. it just his wolf speaks the truth unfiltered, when he was more silent on personal matters. while going out on the full moon he didn't have to worry him or his wolf would have a go at the help since he locked her away in the cell at the start, later on locked her in her room. Plus the plants he had Donna get to put around the room and the cell to repel wolf away. He thought he covered all his bases.

female pov.

I was moving around in the kitchen for a late night snack when I still haven't' heard from magneto 2.0. He left a while ago for a meeting and the only reason I was able to wonder around is the living quarters is because door was locked. I couldn't make my escape even if I wanted too. but still being the optimistic person that I am, I figured hey at least I don't have a horrible job and got a roof over my head and my boss isn't' a creep.... well not much as a creep.

I found the snacks before going to the counter for some seasoning when I heard footsteps. Ah. He's back. I paid him no mind. Sometimes he returns from a meeting in a foul mood that I stay out of his way. I smelled a familiar musty scent similar to the night at the lycan dens. I felt hot cold suddenly. The scent was getting stronger, engulfing me, trapping me. Oh it smells really nice. It was when his big arms wrapped around me, followed by the feel of his beard against my right cheek is when I got captured. I was wearing my night pants shirt, my nipples start to harden. I felt weird, hotter, him holding me feels really good. He hmmed sounded like a moan. I could feel his soft stomach. brush of his beard, his mouth against my neck, sent my heart skyrocketing. F*ck. I’m sensitive but I’m capturing the microscopic of everything he’s doing. How?

"There's Mein Hase. Endlich lerne ich dich kennen." he purred in my ear. His voice sending me into a fizz. Heat pooling in my stomach, blush was threatening to burn. F*ck. calm down. Why? It doesn’t help his large hands slowly running up my sides of my body, mainly thighs, hips, stomach. Laying down might be a good idea, I thought dizzily. "You look so good in your night clothes, I could just eat you up, konjin." What? Before I could say anything, he sling me over his shoulder and was walking somewhere.

"H-hey get me down dude." I said, hit his back. He huff.

"Keine Sorge Hase, ich werde mir Zeit mit dir lassen." he purred as he patted the back of my sensitive thigh, making me gasped at the contact. Sound of a door opening before I found myself in the familiar room. His room. Huh. Something must have happen at the meeting. His large hand on my thigh was like a hot iron against the skin. I let out a embarrassing sound when I feel his thumb rubbing circles in my thigh. I could feel myself becoming wet. He inhaled and sighed before I felt the coldness of the cuff around my ankle. Sh*t. I think I’m trapped.

He dump me in the middle of the bed, his hands sliding onto my hips, rubbing circles, him leaning over me, his scent smells so good, his face near mine, I could see hint of his chest, green tank-top, peaking out of his button up shirt his necklaces hanging, before telling me to stay as he went to get something. I feel hot all over. Maybe laying down might be good. Bed looks good. Me being me went off the bed, before another cuff with chains somehow attached to my right wrist. Okay, he's serious. I saw him walking back to the bed before pushing me back down on the bed "I said SIT!"

I sat down, trying to look innocent of the crime I did. His glasses usually dark, gave a very faint yellow glow breaking through them, as he towered over me, studied me, telling me to get in the bed. I shuffled to the middle of the bed. I felt better. Yes bed looks very good. ‘There. Happy?’ I thought. He smirked.

"Who are you?" I asked, calling BS at the imposter, eyes narrowing. He looks like Heisenberg. Something was different. He looked . . . yummy. He smirk vanish for a second before he smiled a 10,000 gigawatt smile at me, dazzling me unexpectedly, his canines visible. $hit they look sharper than usual. Not that I notice anything.

"Oh you caught on quick don't you Hase?" he said. "I always been here, You been driving me wild."

Ok ... Perhaps two different personalities in 1 person - and I’m just meeting the other one? Probably from traumatic childhood or something I guess due to the scares I did noticed on him. He tilt his head seemly concern, taking in my attire, then cup my face with his right hand briefly. Ohhh that feels so good. I swayed like a drunken sailor leaned into his hand before I caught myself. Wtf? I feel a wetness down at my lower reign. jeez why I’m ... horny? He leaned over to sniff at me *Why??? Do I smell??*. Slowly shrugging off his jacket then sitting down on the bed to take off his socks, shoes, followed by his shirts then climbing into bed and pulling me into his lap. His scent overpowering. I’m getting hotter, wetter. He smells so good. what is he using? He sigh relief, while his hands feel my thighs briefly. YES PLEASE “Ohhh you love my scent.”

“Hey there’s food in the fridge if you’re hungry - you been in the meeting for a while” I started babbling, as he nudge me to rest against his front. I could feel his thighs, tummy, large pecks, and the coldness of his necklaces. Feel blush on my checks, hairs on my arm stand on end, almost made embarrassing sound after feeling his skin against what skin of mine was available. He cut me off.

“Hungry.” he said shortly then his arms trapped me as he bent to nuzzling into my left side of neck before lowering his voice in purr, the sound going straight to my lower reign. I let out a whimper moan. OhH! “Hungry for you.”

“The numerous places I wanted to just shove you to the nearest flat area and start pounding into you sobbing c*nt.. In the medical bay, on my desk, in the chair...” he muttered, his hands rubbing my sides, before one of them went dangerously near my night pants. That sounds really good for some odd reason.

"Just like you are right now." he purred, I jerked closed my thighs together. Wait how would he know that? He’s just bluffing. Just teasing me. His hands parted my thigh effortlessly, he had a good grip on my thighs. I nearly sob in relief feeling his skin on my thighs. Shiver went down my spine. Feeling heat taking me. "Let me give you a taste Buttercup."

His voice was getting to me, maybe this be a good thing. "O-okay " I said breathlessly.

"How much do you want it doll?" He muttered. "Want me to touch you? Answer me"

"Yes" I gasped. His right hand pulled down my pants before pressing his hand against my core. Oh

'Heisenberg pov.

F*ck she was dripping before I even reach her in the kitchen. Musty scent I gave off had immediate effect on her, just as I thought. For months I been making sure to not be around her during the full moon until now. Just seeing her unravel by the scent I’m giving off and seeing her react when I cupped her face was enough information that its effecting us both. I tested the water by striping her pants off - palming her before using my fingers to part her folds- slowly slide in my middle-finger. F*ck. Tight but slowly the wetness made it go in smoothly. Feel wetness clinging to it. I moved it in n out before looking at it. Horny bunny. She as all the signs, the panting, rise in temperature, nearly getting off just me brushing my skin against hers, she’s f*cken ready. As I inspect the wetness on my finger. She was huffing, panting already. Her hand meet my beard, f*ck. I let out an embarrassing groan, closing my eyes briefly, my hand briefly hold her hand against my beard as I briefly placed a kiss on the palm of her hand.

"F*ck darling, the rate we going we be f*cking through our clothes." I purred in her ear, definitely don’t mind that, as nibbling on her ear, as my hand went back in between her legs. As I grind against her. Her ass pushed against my hard on creating a delicious friction. I hissed out a breathless ‘f*ck yes’ as rutted back. There’s my shy bunny, who likes to wear layers of clothes was practically naked, shivering in my lap. My free hand went for her clothed tits, and finally encased them, feeling them pebble, erect by my touch, perking under her shirt.

It reminded me of when she ended up drench in her attempt to escape, her laying out the cell floor her f*cking tits cold, her tank top almost see through, had me undone after I left. I wanted to fuck her on the cell floor to let all lycans know she is mine, so bad.

Cock twitched. Her legs were relax, open where I wanted them. I took a hold of her night shirt. a big rip was heard, and her night shirt parted ways, leaving her delicious skin shown, her boobs jostled by the it. She didn’t noticed, groaning as I pumped my finger into her slick cave hard and fast. My left hand hungrily feeling the new landscape, mapping her body, as hearing her panting up at me. Added another finger. She let out a groan, her tight cave, clinched around fluttering around my fingers. F*ck she was close. I pinch her nipples, groping them, feeling their soft velvet texture turning pebbly. She let out a loud cry.

"You close, Buttercup? Just listen to my voice. Feel my fingers fucking you in your c*nt, feel my hand on nipples" I muttered near her ear. “How they will bounce when I f*cking rail you on my cock?"

Her chest heaved, her breast magnificent, her lungs works wonderfully. Her body arched away from mine, as I grind against her as$. My hand overloaded with glistening her nectar, as I briefly smeared it against her breasts before trying three fingers into her. fuck. I’m going to cum in my pants and that’s okay. I dragged in a breath of her scent, as I muttered into her neck. noticing her attire, skin had dots of sweat appearing, neck bend back, breast out taunt, panting, she started to try to go down on my fingers. My hand practically taking over her hip, ingraining the memory into my skull.

I hissed in her ear, my dick hard at the sight of her trying to f*ck on my fingers herself. “Ja! Fick auf meine Finger Schlampe. Vielleicht sollte ich anfangen dich zu fisten. Allein der Gedanke daran lässt mich fast abspritzen”

I grind heavily against her swell of her as$. Her hand brushing against my beard making me moan. "Naughty naughty little $luty bunny."

I picked her as$ up as my pants undid themselves, before placing her down against me. She could feel my ridged cock, as I rutted against her as$, as my fingers slide slightly in, briefly nudge her thighs further apart. My thigh manage snake around her right thigh to stretch her out also. "You want me to f*ck you into the mattress? Want to take my dick? You taking in my dam* fingers. Taking them into you wet c*nt. You’re c*nt is sobbing for me darling."

Pushed her against my chest, shes panting, as I pumped my three fingers fast into her. I pause my thrusting.

“Should I punish you for you getting off without papa’s permission?” I whispered near her ear, knowing I once interrupted her having a sweet dream. She made a cry in frustration, begging for me, tears appearing corners of her eyes. I removed my fingers, her crying, wanting them back. I lifted her as$ up letting the chains break off of her limbs, so I could put her up higher enough for my hard dick to settle against her glistening core. Rutting my dick along her folds. Move my dick so to get her dripping excesses. “You want my dick Buttercup?”

“YES” she wailed. I slide head of my cock into her channel. I huffed. F*ck. It feels wonderful, torturous and a relief at the same time. I watched at her body being impaled slowly by my cock, from tip to the base of it. She was whimpered, chest heaving. Her breathing heavily, rub her sides to make sure she’s alright, My cock twitched. I noticed a bump in her lower stomach area. I moved my left hand to feel the rise area. ohh yess. Her panting practically face looking up at me. her mouth gasping, one of her hands laid above her breast, seeing them glisten with her nectar and sweat, as to see her have a bulge of my cock in her, made me want to just slam my cock into her repeatedly. I moved slightly. She arched her back, making a good moan. I started slow before I started slamming into her. her tits bouncing, I laid my hand against her stomach feeling the bump disappear and reappear as my dick enter her. I huff and panted as I grab her hand laid it against her stomach. She groaned deliciously. She gave a shriek as she released, her juices coating my cock. Finally getting to fill her with my cum is what did it for me, as I let go. I slammed her deep on my cock as I feel my shot filling her up. She laying boneless against my stomach, head resting on my shoulder. My left hand gazing the outline of my cock bulge in her stomach, while my right run up her sides.

We didn’t move for a while but when she try move, I stop her before she could. “Oh nein Darling, wir haben gerade erst angefangen.”

translation:

*my bunny. finally i get to meet you* *Don't worry bunny, I'll take my sweet time with you.*

yes! fuck on my fingers slut. maybe I should starting fisting you. fuck just thinking of it make me almost cum.

Oh no darling, we just getting started.

#karl heisenburg x reader #resident evil village #karl heisenberg x reader #karl heisenberg #curio

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