#letting his touches linger a little too long and slowly corrupting you until you’re running to him

[hhyukap]

PT2 of bestfriend!kai being a soft dom perv 😋 (but we get to juicy shit)

WARNINGS: contain heavy sexual content, slight degradation, praises, and dirty talk, oral receiving, pervy intentions, slight corruption + size kink, creampie, use of spit momentarily, no protection (don’t do this btw🫵), and chubby/curvy!reader implied (also reader is a female!! forgot to mention that earlier!)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫ .

“y/n. please tell me you’re being serious. ‘cuz i… fuck i mean you’re my best friend. i’ve always had some sort of feelings for you, but never thought you’d be able to reciprocate them.”

the look on your face was almost dumbfounded. how had he missed the signs? constantly asking to hang out, hugs that lingered a little too long, the stares that he would catch…. what did it take for him to finally realize?

nonetheless, you just shook your head, a soft smile curving your lips, leaning forward to press them against his own. if there were such a word greater than ecstatic, that feeling was coursing through your veins.

the kiss; it was almost electrifying. the way the two lips molded together, as if they were starving and hungry. fingertips began to run across skin, slight moans escaping past your lips, hips eager to rock across the growing length underneath the fabric of his pants.

as if reading your thoughts, kai sensed your neediness, pulling apart the kiss by digging his fingertips into the dip of your hips, causing you to gasp.

“i’ll take that as my answer.”

with all his strength, hyuka pushed your body upwards, lifting you with a strong hold before laying you back down onto the couch beneath you. towering above you, hands planted on either side of your head, kai gazed almost lovingly down upon you. he noticed the way your pupils dilated almost immediately, the slight hitch of your breath…

it took everything in him not to ram himself into you.

“can i touch you, y/n?”

his voice was soft as silk, hands eager to explore the body he’d spent so many nights fantasizing about alone at night. and the amount of times he had to wash his sheets.

with a quick nod of your head, he lifted his right hand to lay across your cheek, brushing the soft skin with his thumb, a gentle blush kissing said cheeks. smiling to himself, kai then moved it down slowly and sensually, down your neck…. across your shoulder, to your breast, hesitantly cupping his big hand over your chest. although your breast’s were a decent size, his hand still managed to barely cup the entire thing.

“holy fuck..” was all the man could manage to breathe out, his boner practically begging to be released at this point. it pressed almost angrily against his boxers, twitching intensely at every moment passed spent on touching your body, and not being pleasured.

you let out a soft giggle, moving his hand lower to your throbbing cunt, wetness dripping out from between your thighs. dipping his hand under the waistband, he took his time before reaching your pussy; spreading his fingers across the skin on your inner thighs, tracing circles around the shape of your cunt, until he finally reached your clit. using his thumb, he rubbed soft circles around and around, noticing the way your mouth unhinged to let out a gasp, followed by an intense whimper.

as if you’d never been touched before.

“baby… s-sorry! y/n… you sound so.. so pretty.”

your eyes traced the outline of his nose, letting out a small squeak at his words.

“you can call me baby, kai, i don’t mind…”

the male nodded in response, pressing down a bit more with his thumb, earning a louder whimper from you. this only egged him on, focused hard on pleasuring you.

“god baby, you drive me absolutely fucking crazy. you don’t know how many nights i spent fucking my own hand to the thought of doing this to you.” he leaned down to nip gently at the skin on your neck. “can’t believe i’m finally doing it. fuck.”

screwing your eyes shut, you let out a high pitched whine, his words of filth erupting the butterflies in your stomach. what a filthy perv he was; spilling out his seed all over his hand to the thought of fucking you. touching you. all the times he moaned out your name…

how filthy. and how you fucking loved it.

“kai… you’re so f…fucking hot. please fuck me already?”

the chuckle that was released from kai made goosebumps run up and down your spine. it was so… dark. almost sadistic.

the things you wanted to explore with him.

“so desperate for my cock already, honey? i just started touching you. maybe you were just as pervy and horny as me.”

letting out the umpteenth gasp for evening, you balled your fists up with the blanket in hands, opening your eyes to stare at kai’s gaze; intense and dominant, making your thighs shudder.

“hueningkai, please.”

the begging made hueningkai roll his hips against your pelvis, his eyebrows raised in surprise.

“y/n you turn me on a lot. just for that, i’ll give you what you want, yeah? just make me cum a lot, okay?”

you peered up at him, releasing your fists and raising them up to hold onto his arms for support.

“i’ll drain you, kai don’t worry.”

his look of enjoyment was the last thing you saw before he sat up to remove his t-shirt, revealing the toned skin underneath.

fuck he was so beautiful.

next were his sweatpants, sliding them off his legs and throwing them off somewhere behind him. again, he took his time; running his hand up and down his length through his boxers, taking note of the way your eyes stared intensely at his actions, soft incoherent mumbling sounding from you.

“oh baby~” he cooed, “you look so fucking pathetic. eyeing me like that…. so cute~ so, so cute darling~”

he took his hand off his raging hard-on, throwing off his boxers and wasting no time in undressing you. once you were fully unclothed, he felt himself staring a little too long.

the perkiness of your nipples… the curves… the slight pudge of your stomach…

fuck. he could barely wait to fuck you.

“hueningkai i swear to god, please fuck me.”

hyuka’s focus came back into view, lifting up your bent legs to allow access inside you, using one of his hands to conjure spit in his palm, reaching down to jerk himself before lining up with your entrance.

“so eager. i like it. feels good to know im not the only one as excited~”

with his words, the larger male slowly sunk himself inside you, being met with pleasure and comfort, bottoming out almost immediately.

the pleasure that filled deep within you stomach began to blossom and burst to every inch of your body. you used your nails to dig into his biceps, mouth snapping open to let out strings of whimpers.

“oh my god, y/n, i only just entered you, and you’re already moaning like that? what happens when i start to do… this…?”

at a steady, yet slow pace, he began to snap his hips back and forth, his eyes never leaving your face as you upped your moans, eyes rolling back before you shut them.

oh god. you looked even sexier than he could ever picture.

his gaze shifted to your tits; the two mounds bouncing with every thrust he enforced, hips stuttering gently at the sight.

what can he say. big tits were his weakness. this is real idc.

“hyuka~ i~ fuck! feels so fucking good~”

your moans were perfect; loving the way your nails felt in your skin, and as he listened to your pretty noises, he upped the pace; already feeling his orgasm fast approaching .

pulling out quickly, earning a disappointed whine from you, he moved himself down between your legs, spreading them apart with just his hands cupping your thighs.

“oh fuck- kai- wa-“

before you could finish your sentence, hueningkai pressed his tongue flat against your clit, rolling it around in circles at a pace you enjoyed, the wetness mixtured with occasional moans from kai pushed you close to your orgasm.

“huening- i’m c…lose….”

hueningkai hummed in response, lapping his tongue rapidly against your pussy, nose pressed against your skin as he ate you out like a starved man. he felt his cock twitch, so hard just from eating out your pretty pussy. he removed one of his hands from your thighs, and slid his middle finger in between your folds, pumping it in and out strategically as his tongue ran circles around your clit.

your body arched gently, orgasm fast approaching, and you let him know by gripping onto his hair tightly, and feeling your legs shake.

“kai~! gonna! cum!”

a few moments later, your legs shook more, body lifting off the bed slightly as the orgasm washed over, kai continuing to use his tongue to help you ride out your high. once you were calm, he backed away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“goddamn, pretty girl, you came a lot. so cute.”

you only blushed in response, still catching your breath. yet kai took no time to waste, he slid himself back into you, your pussy as wet as ever.

“oh fuck, y/n. i’m gna cum fast,, so fucking wet,, such a good little girl for me. dreamt of this every night.”

he went back to fucking you; his hips rolling frantically back and forth, desperate to release.

“can you cum in me?”

the male turned his eyes to your face, kissing your neck gently.

“are you sure?”

you only whined in response, taking it as a yes and feeling the coil in his stomach about to release.

lifting his body up, he upped his pace, taking one of his hands and slipping his thumb between your lips, mouth wide open as short whimpers escaped his lips.

“fuck, y/n! ‘gna cum, okay? take it baby- take it-!”

letting out strained grunts, his hips became sloppy as the cum poured from his cock, filling your insides and letting the pleasure take its course. after a few moments, he relaxed his body, panting into the crook of your neck, hands holding onto your hands.

“holy… fuck. we definitely need to do that more often~”

kai chuckled in response, pulling himself out swiftly and rolling over beside you, hand still holding yours.

“oh yeah, but first… i want to make you mine.

officially.”

i didn’t proofread this so if there’s any mistakes IGNORE IT PLS.

#txt hard hours #perv txt #txt smut #hueningkai hard thoughts #hueningkai hard hours #hyuka hard thoughts #hyuka hard hours #it’s 3 am help #feeding your delusions #you’re welcome #mdni

[threadsun]

Anonymous Asks: "I absolutely adore your swwsdj headcannons! Could I request some headcannons for the boys with an innocent virgin reader and maybe some aftercare?"

Thanks!! You absolutely can~

ngl I can’t even remember being a virgin so like, sorry if this isn’t super authentic

Content: Loss of virginity, accidental creampie, premature ejaculation, general patheticness on Ian’s part (god I’m so into pathetic men crying in bed), mentions of sex work, stomach cumshot, corruption kink, praise, oral sex, creampie, overstimulation

Jack:

Oh he’s in his element here

Someone naïve and innocent and untouched? Fuck he’s hard just thinking about it

He’s very open and honest about it all, he appreciates good communication

And hey, he’s Jack now, and Jack’s never had sex, so he’s a virgin too! A virgin who knows exactly what he’s doing, but he’s saved himself for you!

He’s so excited for you two to lose your virginity together!

He takes it slow and gentle

If you want it to be a big romantic thing, he’ll scatter rose petals and break out the nonalcoholic wine

If you want it to be lower key, he’ll just slowly work up to it with you

He’ll make sure to check in for consent every time he touches you somewhere new or wants to try something

He takes his time with it, using his whole body to work you up and up and up, until you’re burning with desire and coiled so tight your stomach almost hurts with the need to cum

And then he’ll hold your hand, look you in the eyes, and finally work his cock into you

He’s so slow, so gentle, and he keeps you on edge as he gets you used to the feeling of being… well, fucked is such a vulgar word for it. Made love to, that’s more like it

He’s making love to you. And when the time finally comes, he’ll make sure you both reach your peak together

He wants to watch you the whole time. To see the effect he has on you, to make sure you enjoy every moment of it

And when you’re done? He holds you. He kisses you. He assures you that it was even better than he could ever have imagined

His words are so soothing, and he eases the lingering tension from your body with a gentle massage

He won’t let you go for a long while afterwards. He just wants to hold you and bask in the afterglow of your first time

Ian:

It’s his first time too. I mean, have you seen him? He’s absolutely a virgin before you

He has no idea what he’s doing. He’s seen hentai, but… that’s about it. And that’s not really a good measurement for what sex should be

So your first time is full of endearingly innocent fumbling, nervous giggling, and a lot of apologies

He’s dedicated though, you can’t fault his enthusiasm! Or his determination to make sure you’re ready before he tries to actually get inside of you

He needs a lot of reassurance that you don’t hate him, and a lot of guidance about what you do and don’t like

When he finally is satisfied that he’s not going to hurt you, he tries to figure out the best position to be in

After a bit more fumbling, he’s finally pressing his cock into you. And… fuck. He’s never been so turned on in his life

He’s panting against your neck, rolling his hips slightly as he gets used to the feeling of your tight walls around him

He cums so fast. Like two thrusts and he’s shaking as he cums inside you. He can’t help himself, he meant to pull out but you just feel so good

And he’s whimpering apologies against your neck, crying a little bit as he clings onto you

But he’s determined to make sure you cum too! He won’t be that guy who just leaves you desperate!

It takes… a while. He still doesn’t really know what he’s doing. But he does eventually help you cum!

Honestly, he needs aftercare more than you do. He’s teary eyed and flushed and half tempted to run and hide under his bed

It takes all of his courage to stay with you, clinging onto you and hiding his face in your shoulder

He needs a lot of reassurance that you don’t hate him, and he promises he’ll last longer next time, make you feel better next time!

Please, just tell him there will be a next time…

Shaun:

Oh… Oh. Wow. He’s… stunned. And pleased that you trust him with this. That you want him to be your first, of all the people you could choose

He’ll make it the most romantic night of your life. He’ll wine you and dine you first, making sure you’re relaxed and comfortable with him before your clothes are even off

And when he gets you to the bedroom and finally starts getting your clothes off? Oh he’s kissing every inch of your body

He’s nothing short of worshipful. He’ll make you feel like you’re the most incredible thing on earth

He starts with his lips, kissing over every inch of your skin

His hands follow after, memorising the way you feel under him

He checks in with you every so often, breath warm against you as he whispers a quick question

“Is this okay?”

The way he says it is so tender, so gentle… you can’t help but melt every time

Once you’re ready for him, he checks one last time that you’re sure about this. He’s so genuine and earnest, making sure you really trust him with something so big and important to you

He makes sure one last time that you’re ready for him, fingers easing you open. Once he’s sure, he takes his time to work his cock into you

He listens to each and every sound, making sure you’re not in pain or uncomfortable

He’s the most attentive lover, making love to you until you’re melted in his arms and moaning his name

There’s the occasional joke. He loves to hear you laugh and it helps relax you. But for the most part, he treats it with all the solemnity it deserves

When he finally makes you cum, it’s a deep pleasure that rolls through you. He draws it out with long, slow thrusts

He’s not concerned with his own pleasure, only yours. And he’ll gladly stop without having an orgasm if you’re done

Either way, once everything is finished, he runs a bath for both of you

He’s so gentle as he cleans you up and carries you to the bath for cuddles

He’s reassuring and sweet, chatting with you like normal so you know nothing has changed for the worse in your relationship

His love is just so evident in every single action and word

Nick:

Nick’s experiences of sex are almost entirely in BDSM contexts

So when you want him to take your virginity? Well, his first thought is negotiation

He wants to talk. To sit down, find out everything you want from the experience, share everything he wants from it, and together come to an agreement about roughly what’s going to happen

He also wants to know what your limits are, what you do and don’t like, what you do and don’t want him doing

He’ll insist on starting off vanilla. It’s your first time. He doesn’t want to overwhelm you

Besides, it’s best to start off small and figure out your dynamic before you start getting freaky with it~

He just really wants this to be an experience you enjoy and get something out of

Especially if that something is a better understanding of your own sexuality and desires

Once he’s sure he knows what you want, he goes from professional to seductive

He’ll tease you, work you up until you’re burning for him

He knows what he’s doing, he knows exactly what he’s doing

His fingers, his tongue, his lips, his words

His voice is so smooth and deep, and his praise is constant the moment he gets you under him

“You’re doing so well.”

“You’re so good.”

“Does that feel good?”

“Use your words, baby, what do you want?”

He makes you say everything aloud. Everything you want, you have to ask for explicitly

Once you’ve asked, he’s more than willing to oblige

When you’re finally ready for his cock, he helps you bend into the perfect position to take him

It’s so smooth, so easy, the way his cock slides into you and fills you perfectly

The praise doesn’t stop as he takes his time to roll his hips into you, working you up to your orgasm

It’s mind-blowing when it finally hits you, and he eases you through it with his words and hips

When you’re spent, he helps you calm down from your high

He brings you water, a snack, a blanket, and then he holds you

He asked beforehand how you’ll want to be taken care of afterwards, but he still checks in with you about what you need

Whatever you need, he’s there to give, with the same patient attention he took your virginity with

Once you’re ready, he’ll want to talk about what you did and didn’t enjoy, gathering more information for next time

Joseph:

You’re his first virgin. All of his clients had been experienced and he’s not had a proper relationship before, so this is new to him

He wants to do right by you! You’re trusting him with something huge, he needs to be worthy of that trust

He’s nervous as he takes you out for a romantic dinner. He doesn’t mention it, he keeps the conversation light and fun

When he gets you back, he starts gently. Just some cuddling, some kissing, some loving words

He lets it progress naturally, hands slipping under your clothes and lips straying across your skin

He gets you to the bedroom, laying you down and stripping you between warm kisses

He’s almost embarrassed by how skilled he is. He wishes he’d been able to save himself for you

But he’ll put those skills to good use, making your brain melt with pleasure

He wants to find out what you like, so he’ll experiment a bit with where he licks, strokes, bites… taking in all your reactions to see what you like best

He’s not gonna try to fuck you until you’re begging for him

He wants you desperate for him, more than ready to take his cock

Once he’s sure you’re ready, once you’re clinging to him, whining his name, on the verge of tears if he doesn’t fuck you…

That’s when he finally lets his cock ease into you

He fucks you into a whimpering, mewling, gasping mess

It’s all you can do to keep clinging onto him, gasping out his name when you finally cum for him

He fucks you just to the point of overstimulation before sliding out of you. He finishes on your stomach with a groan, kissing you

Then he holds you. Kisses you. Mumbles the most loving words as he yawns

He’ll just relax with you and make sure you know how loved you are

Jean:

Oh this man is so fucking smug about it

You want him to take your virginity? Say no more

He’s got a bit of a thing for innocence. A corruption kink, if you will

Something about turning you from a blushing virgin into a desperate slut for him is just so appealing

Don’t get it twisted, he’ll be sweet and gentle about it when you’re starting

He’ll hold you so close, kiss you so sweet, touch you so gently

He watches every reaction as he slowly begins to introduce you to this sort of intimacy

He wants to hear every gasp and moan, feel your thighs tense around his head and your fingers tug at his hair

When he’s finally had his fill of tasting and touching you, he lines his cock up

He wants to watch your face as he enters you for the first time

One hand holds yours, the other cups your cheek so you can’t look away from him

He takes it as slow as he can stand to, pressing into you and admiring every little reaction as he fills you

Once he’s fully inside you, he waits and watches

He enjoys every look on your face, every shift of your body under him, every little sound that comes out of your mouth

When he finally can’t stand it any more, he starts out slow. Once again, he’s enjoying watching your reactions as his cock pumps in and out of you

Once you’ve adjusted, he finally picks up the pace. He fucks you hard and fast, his only aim to blow your mind

He wants you a shaking wreck under him as you cum with his name on your lips

He finishes soon after, fucking his cum into you with a few slow thrusts before he finally pulls out

He’s not great at aftercare, but he’ll hold you at least

He’ll sigh about how good you were, how much fun he knows he’ll have with you as he shows you all the ways you can have fun~

He’s much better at fucking than aftercare

#swwsdj #something's wrong with sunny day jack #sdj jack #sdj ian #sdj shaun #sdj nick #sdj joseph #sdj jean #sunny day jack x reader #ian duff x reader #shaun durand cofer x reader #nick herraras x reader #joseph haberdae x reader #jean laurent x reader #gn!reader #18+ only #sunshine

[demonmocns-archive]

Megumi is a closet pervert

you bet he is!

megumi is always staring at your tits when you’re not paying attention, letting you walk ahead of him on the stairs so he can look up your skirt (sometimes sneaking pictures), taking advantage of your unlocked door and snatching a pair of your panties so he can jerk off with them draped over his nose. he doesn’t feel any shame over it either. he can jerk off to the thought of painting your face with his cum and still look you in the eyes after. he keeps the same aloof attitude as if he isn’t fantasizing about the way you’d look fucking yourself stupid on his cock.

#tw noncon #tw dubcon #tw nonconsensual picture taking #tw panty sniffing #i like this i wanna talk more about this #this is exactly how he is and god forbid you’re like #a lil dumb.. cause he’s gonna see just how much he can get away with under the guise of knowing better than you #letting his touches linger a little too long and slowly corrupting you until you’re running to him #begging to be touched properly #oof

[kaijime]

watch your mouth

includes. osamu miya x f!reader

cw. corruption kink, virgin reader/first time, osamu wants to breed u <33, dubcon, kitchen sex? [it’s in his shop so?], fingering, pierced dick [prince albert piercing], vaginal penetration, size kink, praise kink, tummy bulge, breeding kink, slight dumbification, creampie, thigh slapping?

wc. 3k

a/n. my piece for @seita’s corrupt-a-virgin collab, thank you for letting me join!!

osamu miya likes to think he follows a strict routine. he wakes up early, shows up for his job, works, and goes home, waiting for tomorrow to arrive and the cycle to repeat itself.

but ever since you've entered his restaurant, you've become a part of his routine.

he sits behind the kitchen counter, watching in admiration how you tend to the customers. he'd be lying if he said he wasn't staring at your ass, but it’s not a lie if he doesn't say it right?

"samu?" there's that nickname again, the one you deemed him ever since that interview for the part time job. "this customer says you forgot to give her a part of her order"

"no i didn't"

"yeah, look" you approach him with the receipt in hand, pointing to a small part of the inked writing. "see?"

he can't see. or at least he can't see the receipt. he's too focused on you, pressing up against him. he knows you're not at fault, but you couldn't be that innocent.

you couldn't be innocent enough to not know the things you were doing to him, the things you were making him feel, the urges that blossomed with every lingering look and longing touch you left on his body. you just couldn't be.

right?

yet, even when his idiotic brother dropped by his shop and shamelessly started flirting with you, you, it seemed like you didn't catch onto what he was doing.

"what's the freakiest place you've ever had sex in?" the fake blond asked, and osamu would've stopped him, if he wasn't curious to hear the answer for himself. still, he doesn't drive his full attention away from the counters he's been wiping, seemingly focused on the simple task.

you chuckled awkwardly under your breath. "that's inappropriate, tsu-"

"c'mon, tell me" he bumps his elbow against yours "can't be that bad"

"no i-... i've never uhm..." osamu can tell you're stumbling and stuttering to find an answer, so he lends you a few helping words.

"'tsumu” he calls "will ya stop harrassin' my employees?"

"'m just talkin' to her samu, no need to make a big fuss" he downs the last of his food and leaves, supposedly in a sudden rush.

it doesn't seem like it’s been hours since then, but the moon hangs low, and the crickets sing outside the window in spite of the late hour. despite the passing of time, not a single word has been said between you and your boss about the conversation you had with his brother, and every minute that passes only seems to thicken the tension between the two of you.

"shit" you mumble, mostly to yourself. you didn’t expect him to shoot up from his place, bent down searching through the lower cabinets.

"watch yer mouth" he says, an evident frown on his face, where he would once smile at you and nod in greeting.

"sorry" you reply, lip pouting slightly while you cleaned off your finger with a paper towel "just got a papercut" the blood tints the paper red and you wince at the stinging sensation.

"here" he holds out his hand to examine yours, even though you already cleaned most of it off, there's still a slight trickle of blood. he wipes it out with the towel he always hangs on his shoulder.

as he cleans your hand, he can't help but think about how it'd look so pretty wrapped around his cock. it would certainly bring more relief than his fist after all this time he's spent thinking about you while stroking himself late at night.

it’s not the first time thoughts like these cloud osamu's mind, but this time he's a little less discreet about it. he stares at your hand like he wants to devour it, and you'd be a fool not to notice it.

"samu?" you call out to his faraway mind, and he snaps out of his thoughs, loosening his grip around your hand.

"right" he mumbles, clearing his throat "sorry"

"thank you" you almost whisper, if he wasn't so close to you, he probably wouldn't have heard it.

he turns and goes back to the cabinets, thinking about what you answered earlier. you'd never what? had sex? were you that uncorrupted?

it would make sense to him, and it would help ease the pain of seeing you let his brother flirt with you like he wasn't even there, but those are all selfish reasons he wants to believe, and he's too scared to ask.

apparently not scared enough.

“what were ya talkin’ about with my brother” he asks, nonchalant as ever, making your breath hitch as you turned around hesitantly.

“we were just chatting” you say, the slightest purse on your lips that tried to relieve the nervousness of the conversation.

“sorry about that” he apologizes. “he can be annoyin’ sometimes”

“oh no, he wasn’t” you lie, clenching around the table cloth you held in your hands. even if the talk had been going smoothly, you still felt on edge after the question his brother left you thinking about. “he was really friendly”

“really?” his hands find comfort in his pockets, and if you’d looked close enough, you would’ve seen the slight smirk in his lip, one that indicates how eager he is to hear what you had to say. “then why didn’ you answer his question?”

if only you knew how much it mattered to him, to know if you were a pretty untouched virgin or not. osamu miya likes to go for girls like you, college girls who look for a quick cashgrab as a part time employee, innocent little girls who unknowingly fall for his charms and next thing you know he’s ruining them with his cock.

but you feel different, you feel delicate. like a pretty piece of porcelain he might break if he continues to toy with you under his calloused hands. yet, he can’t help but think about how perfect he finds your body. perfectly ripe and ready to be filled to the brim with his seed, the perfect age to be plump and round with a child. his child.

“does it matter?”

oh, it does, especially when he pins you against the counter and grips your cheeks between his thumb and his index finger. “samu?” you ask, displaying that innocent look on your face he’d grown to hate.

“i told ya to watch yer mouth” his hands roam down your body until they grab at the back of your thighs. “now jump”

“samu i- i’ve never done anything like-“

“i said jump” hesitant with your actions, you jump and wrap your legs around his waist as he settles you on the shop counter, where he takes off your pants and runs a finger over your clothes slit.

“please” you grip his wrist and beg in hopes for him to stop, but he slaps it away, pinning them behind you with his other hand. he slides your panties down your legs and plays with your clit, circling the nub with his fingertips and watching as your expression changes from one of fear to pleasure.

“please what?” his breath shudders against your neck, where he nuzzles his head and finds comfort in your scent. he slowly inserts a finger into your hole, scanning your face and searching for any signs of discomfort, despite him practically forcing you into this position.

you’re not strong enough to answer him, too lost in the way his fingers feel inside you. you’d been too afraid to do anything by yourself, but god did it feel so good when you gave yourself up to him, slightly bucking your hips into his thrusting fingers and arching your back into his frame.

he’s fond of every little expression you make, the bite of your lips, the clench of your thighs around his hand, and the tilt of your head, willingly granting him access to the skin, all for him to mark, bite and suck. all for him to claim as his.

“d’ya like it?” he asks, putting another one of his fingers to use inside your tight walls, feeling them clench and suck his fingers back inside every time he was close to taking them out.

“yes! yes! i-i... mmh!” you can’t even finish the sentence, not only because you’re sobbing and clenching around his digits uncontrollably at the foreign yet pleasurable sensation, but also because his lips suddenly enclosed yours in a hungry kiss.

he didn’t even have to put up a fight with you, pleased to find you let him do whatever he wanted with your mouth. his tongue tangles with yours in a passionate clash of lips, until he pulls away at the feeling of your hips wildly bucking against his hand, a sign of your inevitable orgasm approaching.

“feels weird ‘samu! ‘s-‘samu please!” the implication of your sensations being new to you made his cock strained against his pants, threatening the thick fabric of his jeans to snap if he grew even harder. the tight knot in your stomach finally snaps when he curls his fingers, sending you into ecstasy as your vision blocked out and you moaned uncontrollably loud.

still, after everything, osamu hasn’t forgotten where he is, and he knows his shop isn’t a decent place to lose your virginity. so he puts you down with shaky legs and slips up your panties, catching you before your trembling thighs can treason you and make you fall.

“do ya have a car here?” he says, grabbing his keys from the counter and puts a hand on your hip, guiding you over to the door which he locks before he continues to walk to his car. the dim lighting of the parking made this the perfect spot, if he were to fuck you in his car, no one would see it. but he has self control, or at least he tells himself that.

“no, my friend usually picks me up” he hums an answer and opens the passenger door to his car.

“i live a few minutes from here” he explains “wanna come over?” he asks, fully aware that he’s taking a leap of faith and you could just refuse him. but that’s not the case, and he’s more than happy to see you hesitantly get in his car and put your bag in your lap, covering yourself as much as you can since he ‘forgot’ to give you back your shorts.

the short ride to his house is awkwardly silent, and terribly torturous. his hand had found home in your thigh, and it had only sent an ache between your legs like you’d never felt before, prompting a clench from your thighs every so often.

he wasn’t lying, he only lived ten minutes away from his shop, but the distance seemed so much longer when his lingering touch would leave you high with the need for more.

“you ready?” he asks, holding the door open for you again as he waits for you to take his hand and get out of his car. he’s quick with hoisting you up and wrapping your thighs against his hips, carrying you to his doorway and leading the way to his room. there, he gently placed you on the bed and stripped off his clothing, taking off the apron he should’ve taken off at the shop, his shirt, his pants and—

“eager?” he can see the wanting look in your eyes, he’d be a fool not to notice it. his voice only startles you out of your thoughts, enough to make you stand up and take off your shirt as well, now fully exposed to him if it weren’t for the bra covering up your tits. there’s only so much he can hold back, but right now, with those pretty puppy eyes you unintentionally give him, he just can’t help it when he takes off your bra and slightly suckles at your nipple, circling his tongue around your perky nub and watching your face warm up in embarrassment.

he takes you to his bed again, this time while he plants kisses all over your neck. he’s hungry with the way he nips and bites at the skin, leaving a trail of teeth marks that would need to be covered up in the morning. in the morning, because right now, you couldn’t be bothered to care about anything else other than the way he rutted against you.

his cock already seemed big when he hadn’t taken off his briefs, so it shouldn’t have come as a surprise when he slipped them off and rubbed his tip against your clit, right?

he was huge, thick tip dripping precum, with a girth that looked too big to be real, pulsing against your pussy. he positions it against your drooling hole, using your slick to lube up his tip and feeling— metal?

you sit up, leaning against your elbows to see the prince albert piercing that runs along his tip, metal jewelry threatening to slip into your pussy, but you put a hand on his chest to stop him.

“i-it won’t fit!” you kick and shake your thighs around him, only for him to put your ankles together and fold your legs over his shoulder, pinning you down and slipping in the pierced head of his cock. you wince and gasp at the sudden stretch, silenced by his mouth clashing against yours, eagerly nipping at your bottom lip, desperate to drink in all your saccharine moans.

“good girl” he praises, slipping in inch by inch of his cock into your tight virgin walls “fuck- this tight little cunt is suckin’ me in, want ma cock princess? yeah? gonna stuff ya full of me ‘til ya can’t even speak, you’ll just be a dumb baby for me”

“hurts!” your words only drive him closer to shoving himself in one smooth thrust, but he holds back, he sees how much you struggle to take barely half of him, he wants to make this good for you to. he wants to make your first time your best time, the one you’ll remember and think about if you ever fuck another man. he wants to mold your insides to fit his cock perfectly, he wants to train you to be his perfect little girl who won’t find another way to get off if she doesn’t have his cock, he wants you to depend on him to always make you feel good.

“‘s ok princess” he leans down, folding you into a mating press as he kisses your neck and slips in the last of his cock, covered in a thin layer of white sheen. “my good girl, creamin’ around me” he mumbles against your ear while he starts a slow pace into your pussy, carefully rutting his hips into you, almost afraid he would break you. “so pretty”

“please!” you sob, tears stream down your face despite his carefulness, it would break his heart, but he can feel the way your own body betrays you, clenching around him and pulling him in for more of the delicious sensation of his cock dragging against your walls. “so big! c-can’t take it!”

“sure ya can, look” he puts a hand to your tummy, guiding you to do the same as he puts his hand over yours. there’s a small bulge, that appears and disappears whenever he thrusts in and out. “you’re takin’ it so well princess, keep yer hand right there” his other hand starts working tight circles against your clit, making you throw back your head at the sudden sensation.

“no! if you do that i-!”

“what are ya gonna do? cum? clench around my cock like yer doin’ right now every time i praise ya?” you fist the sheets to your sides, anything to relieve the aching between your legs and the tight knot that keeps forming in your stomach again.

“please don’t!” you desperately paw at his wrist, only to be slapped away and for him to increase the speed of his cock, rutting into your with more force. suddenly, the head of his piercing hits a different spot, one that left you gasping for air and arching your back against the mattress. “ah! right there- right there ‘samu!”

“yeah? you like it when i fuck ya right there?” he parrots, angling his hips at the same spot over and over, abusing it until he’s sloppily thrusting into you, on the verge of cumming and spilling all his load into you. “my pretty girl, moanin’ like a bitch in heat, all because i’m makin’ ya feel good”

“yes ‘samu! please please, please m-make me feel good! wanna cum, please!” fresh tears roll down your cheeks as you scream and beg for him, unwillingly rutting your hips against him as you cum around his cock, your high too much for your sensitive body as you whine uncontrollably when he doesn’t stop. you’re too overstimulated to say a word, gone too dumb on his cock to even realize that you’re babbling little nonsense words about how good you feel, and how much you want him.

“dumb lil’ thing” he says, giving one sharp, final thrust before he empties his load between your legs, deep inside you, careful not to move you too much in fear of his cum spilling out of your clenching hole.

he’s right, you are a dumb little thing, because as soon as he pulls out you’re desperately bucking your hips, blindly searching for him in hope he would fill up the sudden emptiness in your pussy, unintentionally spilling all his hard work between your thighs.

“no!” he grunts, slapping your thigh and grounding you to the mattress as you wince in pain, dark color blossoming at the skin where he’d placed the spank. “look what you’ve done, bad fuckin’ girl” he says, the sudden tone shift sends a tinge of fear all over your body, and you’re reduced to nothing but a kin to a stray puppy, a terrible look of guilt in your eyes, even if you don’t realize what you’ve done wrong.

“look at the mess you made” he mumbles, flipping you over and placing ass up “now i’m gonna have to fill ya up all over again”

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#tw. corruption #tw. dubcon #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x reader smut #haikyuu smut #haikyuu scenarios #osamu #osamu miya #osamu x reader #osamu x reader smut #osamu smut #osamu scenarios #smut #hqintheclub

[plush-rabbit]

Smile For Me

Warnings: Noncon, Somnophila

Word Count: 2.8K

A/N: I’ve really fallen for Ghostface and that seems unfair (Part 2 to Picture Perfect)

You’re easy prey. Nothing more than a simple deer, a lovely little rabbit that he gets to stalk and hunt. There’s something odd about you, something so sweet and incredibly cute that he wants to corrupt. You change your locks, you add a sensor light that must have made a pretty dent in your wallet. He can see how you move behind the blinds, your silhouette, the way you walk and how you hold something in your hands, and he runs the first few times, but after the third time, he decides to push his luck, linger close, hidden behind a shed in your backyard and minutes pass until he realizes that there are no sirens. You don’t call for help, your alarms are nothing more than for decoration, to ward off a lesser person. You trust that whatever was lurking outside, has fled. And he falls for you naivety more. He falls deeper in love with you, covering his mouth with a gloved hand, the faint bitter taste of copper still lingering as he bites down to avoid his laughter ringing throughout your backyard.

Ghostface stalks you. He watches and learns what security system you have and it’s almost laughable when he finds out that it is nothing. All you have to protect yourself are different locks. The lights were nothing more than that, sensor lights that can do nothing more than to catch a rodent that lurks in your backyard. The locks might be different, but you don’t have an alarm, there are no cameras inside your home to record that he wandered around- drank from the bottle of your cranberry juice, sat on your couch and kicked his feet up onto the coffee table, dried mud that crumbled and he stared at it, wondering if you would even notice, but with a swipe of the side of his palm, it falls and disappears into your carpet. You have no camera to watch as he grabs your underwear and jerks himself off in your bed, his mouth open behind his mask as he creams himself on your belongings, the memory of how you felt already fading in his mind. And once he’s done, he‘s left sticky and wet, creamy slipping down and it’s only a matter of time till you come home. He wonders how often you wash your pillowcases and he dries himself on your pillow, a soft thrusting motion that leaves his already sensitive cock dribbling with more seed, spreading it on your pillow. When he comes back to watch you, he sees through the blinds how you touch the pillow, your lips pouted and your fingers brushing against the hardened cotton. He wonders if you know.

You’ve captured his attention- enough for him to leave his other prey and focus solely on you. You fret around your home, clean and check every crevice, a pair of scissors in hand and he scoffs in amusement. He palms himself through his jeans. He wonders how you would really react if he were hiding inside your house. He can hide himself in your closest, jump out and wrestle you to the ground, watch as your eyes grow fearful and he’s salivating at the thought of entering you already, knowing how well you’d take him. With a soft sigh, he pulls his hand away. All he has to do now is wait for you to fall asleep.

Grateful for the night, he watches in silence. You walk around in your room, towel around your body, letting it fall off of your body and rest against the bed, your naked body alluring, the soft yellow light glistening off of your body, and you walk to your dresser, lotion against your body, spread thin, the creamy white disappearing onto your body. You sleep in a camisole, a lace trim around the straps, stitched onto the soft dip where your naked breasts lie, nipples already pert and peeking through the shirt. Your underwear are a soft blue, raising up your hips with a teasing dip to your sex. He doesn’t have to wait long until you’ve fallen into your slumber, body still and after a few minutes, he’s inside your home. 

It doesn’t take much to break-in. A simple twist and a careful step, and Ghostface is undetected, inside your home. The weeping mask stares down at you, a single twist of his fingers and your lamp is on, the glow of the light doing nothing but make you furrow your brows and with a simple shush, a coo under his breath that makes him feel like a dotting lover, you return to your relaxed state. It’s not much, but seeing you asleep- vulnerable and willing- is enough for him to kick off his boots. Clothes are slowly discarded, the pale, horrific mask still kept on, the soft cloth of the hood tickles at the base of his neck, and he’s above you. 

There isn’t much that makes him actually lust for others. He’s always been more fascinated in other areas of the human body, but there was and still is something about you that makes him yearn, to grab at you and mark your body. And one day, he’ll do it with your consent. He’ll come and greet you as Daniel- have you call him Danny- pull out the smile, pull you close and throw you on his bed, have you want him and there will be the sick pleasure of knowing that you’re fucking a killer and your personal tormentor without you knowing. But for now, he slips off your clothes, raises your thin shirt and he’s slow and methodical, pulling you into a sitting position and having you lean against his body, your gentle, warm breaths against his chest, your shirt is removed. He lays you back on the bed, hair fanning out into a halo, strands falling in front of your face and with a simple brush, the smooth fabric of his gloves cold against your skin. Your underwear is too delightful to tear off, simple and pure against your skin, something so sweet that it’s almost wrong of him to dip his fingers underneath and pull down your bare legs. 

Asleep and undisturbed, his hands are on you. For a brief moment, his mask is off, eyes that hold something fierce in them watch you, the low rise of your chest, goosebumps pricking at your skin and his smile is hungry. His face buried into your sex, tongue at your heat, his spit warming you and moistening past your folds. The tip of his tongue swirls around your entrance, a gentle dip into you, and in your sleep you clench your walls, a soft squish against his muscle and he smiles against you, wide and teeth pressed against your soft flesh. He presses his face forward, nose pressed against your clit, lips puckered and he kisses you, a soft, sensual kiss against your cunt, tongue slipping past his lips, and into yours, flickering inside and on the tip of his tongue, he can taste your sweet nectar, oozing in a thick puddle against him. 

The mask returns, hiding his identity and in it’s in place, the gloves are removed. There’s a sound outside, a racing car that screams through the night and in his chest, his heart races and his body flushes, his face heating up, sweat beading on his forehead and two bare fingers enter you. You’re slick enough to enter but he can feel the tight grasp of your sex, something that he’s sure stings by the way you shift under him. His fingers curl in, a beckoning motion inside of you, fingertips brushing against your walls, slick slowly starting to form until the clicking noises in the room intermix with your breathy, soft moans- a cry that whimpers past your lips. He grows hard above you, watching your breaths deepen, the wet, shucking noises of your cunt grow louder, fingers slipping in and out, your arousal dribbling past his fingers and down to his knuckles. It’s awkward, fingers pushed deep inside of you, his knuckles kissing at your cunt as a strong hand reaches to grab his camera, holding tight onto it, his fingerprints dirtying the screen and it’s shaky, a horrible picture when compared to his previous works. He forces himself to still, fingers half way inside of you, limp and still compared to your throbbing, wet cunt that still leaks and there’s a click. On the screen is a captivating photo of your cunt teased with his fingers. And as always, Ghostface isn’t satisfied. 

Metal clicks against each other, a soft chime in the room that acts as a lullaby, pulling you back into sleep, your body relaxing, breath going back to its own undisturbed tempo and all that remains is a wide-eyed man staring at you through a mask. Dark eyes are unwavering as they stare at your sleeping body- you look so peaceful, so rested and deep in slumber that he’s sure you must have had a heavy day and he feels almost sad at that thought. Bare hands grab at your breasts, thumbs pushing around the pert nipples- he’s almost sad that you had to grow through something so heavy without him- his hands lower to rise against the swell of your belly- he promises to himself that you won’t face it alone next time- one hand holds onto your hip, the other against the base of his cock, pre-ejaculate beading off his slit in opalescent pearls. 

He lowers himself to you, the plastic of his mask brushing against the shell of your ear and he’s hopeful that you’re listening to him. “No one is allowed to touch you, you know? I’ll make sure of that.” His cockhead is pressed flushed against your entrance, arousal mixing and getting lost with each other. Nails dig into your hip, perfectly formed crescents appear on your body, the hint of blood is familiar to him and makes him almost inhumane. His laugh is sharp, unforgiving and cruel, as he presses himself further into you, the welcoming hug of your walls wrapping tight around him and he releases his hands from your hip and himself. “My fucking muse,” he whispers harshly, stilling himself inside of you, your walls pulsing against him, a gentle pull deeper into you. “My naïve-” his hand covers the swell of your belly- “dumb little muse.” He wonders if you’re late. He wonders what you have done to either rid yourself of his kin or to prevent yourself from being bred. “I wonder what it’ll be like-” his thumb arches gracefully over your stomach- “seeing you with a child, tits full of milk, cunt always creamy, ready for a good pounding.” He laughs lowly, hooking an arm underneath you, hand spread against your spine, arching and he’s deep inside of you, feeling you tighten against him. 

The masked killer is grateful that he’s forgotten how you feel. You’re limp, nothing more than a warm sex-toy for him, curved and heavy underneath his hand, neck bent and mouth parted, and he smiles when he sees your eyes begin to flutter. That’s what he wants. He wants to see your fear. Intruding on you in your sleep is wonderful, invading your home and snooping around your things is nothing more than an extra step for him, something for him to relax himself with, but with all your fearful glances, he’s never realized that he could force you to look scared, to see it up close and personal. 

He continues to thrust against you, moving his cock and a hand, large and heavy, fingers that look perfect and immaculate, wrap around your throat, small, pale scars wrap around his fingers like rings of past lovers, memorabilia that is only seen when looked upon closely. He tightens his hand, cutting off air and your body reacts first, going rigid, hands raising and eyes popping open in horror and he truly does ponder what it must be like to see him. Your nails dig into his hands, eyes already wet with tears, and you’re horrified. He can practically smell it off of you, the dripping arousal, the way he can feel your heart speed up through the pulse in your neck, the way you gasp for breath and he can hear you whisper out something, strained and hoarse, only able to be heard when he stills his hips and stops the lewd noises that scream from your cunt. 

“Ghostface,” you mumble, bottom lip trembling and a lovely blue color forming on your face. 

His smile is stretched comically beneath his mask. “That’s right.” He pulls out, the tip still warm inside of you, leaking with arousal and he slams back into you, legs tensing, muscles strained and taut as he fucks you. “The one and only,” he whispers, pressing the mask against your face, the soft mesh of the black mouth kissing against your frightful parted lips.

He keeps a hand around your neck, loosening it enough for you to breathe again, while his other hand slips between your meshed bodies, dipping past your mound and into your slit, circling around your clit, feeling it throb under his touch. He laughs and it’s full of pride. He holds you close, pulling you deep against him, a soft cry when you instinctively clench as he circles around your pearl. Tears slip past your eyes, catching against your eyelashes like pearls, latching onto his hands like dew on the morning, and he’s pressed himself still against you, hand leaving your clit, and reaching blindly for the abandoned camera, taking a picture of you with a hand around your throat and tears a simple, but handsome ornament. On the screen is you, terrified and crying and he tosses the camera to the side, plastic buried into your chest as he fills your hungry cunt with his seed.

“I can’t wait to see you with a round body.” He pushes himself further against you, cock dribbling inside of you, filling you with copious amounts of semen. “Fat fucking tits-” his tongue pushes against the black fabric covering his mouth, licking at your chest that has moistened with his quick breath- “a creamy, little cunt that will beg to be fucked.” His hand returns to your clit, pinching the bud between two fingers and hearing you squeal makes him thrust his hips, shivers running down his spine, the sensitivity making squirts of thick discharge fill your already prepped cervix. “Trust me-” he rises and looks at you and he knows he’s making eye contact- “when I’m back, I’ll make sure to make you feel good.” 

He latches onto you, hand escaping your neck and he hears you gasp for breath. You wheeze and croak, crying and pleading for him to stop and it only pushes for him to go further, to fuck you until your muscles start to tense, twitching and pulsing. You moan and it’s muffled by a bite of your lips. It’s a short sound, cutoff and ruined by you, but it’s alluring, melodic and making him shove two digits into your mouth, pulling your jaw down by your teeth and his fingertips rest flat against your tongue. Your moans are stretched, muffled and broken and it’s still enough for him to want more, to push himself deep inside of you, to have you reach your own high if it meant he could hear more of your perverse sounds.

“Say my name,” he murmurs, naked body sticking to yours by his sweat. “Scream. I want to hear you say the name of the one who’s making you feel this good. Scream and I promise that you’ll survive this night.” He kisses you through the meshed black of the mask, salvia swapped and spreading into a thin puddle of his mask, pushing his tongue through it until he feels as if it’s going to rip. You were always going to survive. He’s had too much fun to ever let you go but you don’t know that and he uses it to his advantage.

It’s a whisper, a soft movement of your lips against his. Your nipples rub against his chest and his name is broken with your voice. “Ah,” you sing, tightening your legs and your high is approaching. “Ghost-” he can hear the disgust and lust mixed with each other- “Ghostface,” you murmur. It’s repeated until your voice is hoarse, lust taking over, eyes heavy and rolling back, arms reaching around him and you’re entangled in a gruesome hug with him, moaning his name as your cunt clenches around him, flooding with your release, his name a mantra under your breath, echoed in the room and he stills, spilling inside of you. Eyes closed and resting his body onto you as you squirm underneath, desperate to continue your high. His name, “Ghostface” slowly murmured, a mess of his name as you release against him.

#ghostface x reader #ghost face x reader #ghostface #danny johnson dbd #dbd x reader #dbd ghostface #dbd ghostface x reader #the ghostface x reader #danny johnson #danny johnson x reader #danny johnson headcanons #danny johnson imagine #tw: somnophilia #tw: noncon #tw: dubcon #tw: breeding #i couldve done better with the breeding aspect but eh #rushed ending so sorry about that

[lilyblyss]

So a while ago I was on a call with some friends and they said "Man, I'd really like a fic with Nanami and his mimosa drunk wife wanting to have sex with him" and I said "give me four months" and here we are lol. This really... got away from me and isn't as sweet as I thought it was going to be going in lol

Warning/Tags: 18+, Fem-bodied reader, Dub-con (???); Drunk YN, manhandling, ignoring “no”, fem-bodied reader, no pronouns, a slight corruption kink if I can call it that? Coercion, impact play (two hits), and I think that's all?

Sunday mornings were Nanami’s days off. Sometimes he spends it with his wife; lounging in bed until the late morning, cooking a late breakfast, and simply indulging in each other until the night slips in and lulls you both to sleep. Other times, you go out for breakfast with your friends, leaving him with a hot pot of coffee and a buttered croissant ready to be reheated in the oven. It seems today was one of those Sundays.

He woke up around ten in the morning. He let a small smile grace his face, getting out of bed and throwing on his grey cardigan and dark blue sweatpants. He headed to the kitchen, making his cup of coffee and opening the newspaper that sat nicely on the kitchen island. He moved to the loveseat in the living room, sighing pleasantly as he leaned back, allowing the warmth of the sunlight peeking through the curtains to bathe him. It was a wonderful start to a late morning and the only thing that could make this any better was the hum of his wife, moving around and trying to find something to do.

He didn’t have too much time to miss you though. A little past eleven, rhythmic knocking on the door pulled him away from his flicker with the TV remote. He was a little confused though; you never went anywhere without your house keys, so the thought of you being locked out was almost unfathomable.

When he opened the door you had your face heavily leaned forward as you wrestled with your bag, no doubt trying to get it open. He watched for too long as you patted the pockets of your skirt, probably to see if you had another set of keys with you. He called your name and you looked up at him in shock, almost as if you were surprised your off-work husband would be there to open the door for you. It took longer than necessary for your eyes to recognize him, and a dazed smile grew on your face. He sighed, cursing at the situation.

“Kento!” You slurred, reaching forward to lean against the door. “Hi, hey, you come here often?”

“We live here.” He leaned out the door, eyes scanning the cars to see your friends about to drive off, mouthing apologies. “Y/N, you’re drunk.”

You pouted. “I’m barely even tipsy, lemme in the house.”

He shook his head, wrapping an arm around your waist, making you lean your weight against him. He reached down, hand wrapping around the back of your knee to lift it and pulling your shoes off your feet. The weight of his hands against you caused a shiver to run through your body and warmth to spread through your body. It hadn’t been that long since the two of you had been intimate, but the alcohol flowing through your system did nothing but make your thoughts linger on just what Nanami could do to you. You whimpered when the hands on your waist tightened when you swayed.

“What were you even drinking?” Nanami asked, all but carrying you to the couch. Your arms wrapped around his neck, legs basically dead weight, not feeling the need to walk if Nanami was going to take care of you.

“Mimosas,” you replied, leaving little kisses on his neck. He sighed, trying to gently lay you on the couch, you refused to release him even when he sternly called you. He unwraps your arms from his neck and you huff when your back hits the plushness of the couch, pawing at his open cardigan. “Kento, kiss me.”

“Sweetie, you’re drunk,” He says, trying to gently pull your hands away from him. You shook your head, refusing to let him go.

“No, I'm not, I'm barely even tipsy! It’s fine, just kiss me!”

He stared at your puppy dog eyes for a moment before kissing your forehead. You whined, pulling him closer to you, arching your back to press your chest against his. Your cry of ‘more, Kento’ sounded needy in your ears, but the way it pressed against the skin of Nanami’s neck was arousing to him. Nanami groaned, placing his hands down and curling his fingers in the cushion. He tried to keep himself up, not wanting to crush you, but you continued to try to pull him to you. You whimpered again, moving one of your calves to hook behind his knee.

“Kento, please, I want you.” 

“What, are you really that horny?” His breathing was getting heavy; it was nice to know that your needy actions were getting a rise out of him.

Your usual response would have been something sassy, maybe a little bashful or flirty, something that would put a smirk on Nanami’s face, but you just wanted his hands on you. Your usual coyness was nowhere to be found as you ground against his thigh. “Yes, Kento! I want you to fucking kiss me.”

Despite feeling like kissing you now would be crossing the line, Nanami kissed you. He tried keeping the kiss soft; sweet and wholesome to not encourage anything more than just a kiss, but you didn’t want that. You lightly licked his bottom lip, coaxing his lips open to deepen the kiss. Even though he didn’t want to indulge you, Nanami let you, letting out small groans as your tongue licked against the roof of his mouth, cringing at the taste of sweet citrus masked alcohol. Still, he kept the kiss nice and slow, forcing you to follow him instead of the other way around.

Seeing that your kiss wasn’t doing the trick, you snuck your hand down to the front of his pants, cupping the growing erection, gasping when he caught your wrist with a deep groan. 

“Don’t.” 

“You wanna touch me too, don’t you?”

He let his head gently drop against yours, “You make it sound so easy.”  

“It is. Touch me. Please. I want you so much, Kento.” 

He let out a curse, your hand pumping him a few times before one of your fingers circled the head, each time he bucked his hips, you loosened your grip slightly, teasing him. You released him, bringing both your hands to his shoulders and massaging them a bit, running your lips against his strong jawline. He let out a low grunt, shoulder muscles flexing as he tried to resist the urges quickly growing inside him, and you weren’t doing anything to help him.

Arching your back, making sure to press your breasts against his chest, breathing lewdly against his lips, watching as his cheeks began to warm into a flushed red color, you knew you had him.

One of his hands cupped your chin, bringing you into a hot kiss, his other arm wrapping around your waist and finally pressing his weight against you. He briefly wondered if he should try and move you to the bedroom, but you quickly made that decision for him by fully wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him flush against you. The fabric of your skirt kept you from rubbing entirely against him, but the friction it caused against your clit was nice. He figured you didn’t mind being fucked against the couch and the way you were moving your hips against him made him not mind either.

He tried to pull your shirt off, but you wouldn’t stop squirming and making it hard for him. He pulled away, licking his lips. You whined at him, once again trying to pull him into you. He placed his thumb against your bottom lip, delighted when you automatically pull it into your mouth and suck. “You’re being so needy, love.” He murmured.

“Because I need you,” you sighed, teeth lightly digging into his finger as you spoke.

“I need to get your clothes off then.” He tried to pull away again, but the thought of him pulling away didn’t sit right with you. You tightened your hold on him, leaning forward and biting his neck harshly. He groaned in slight pain, his hands moving to your waist and forcing you against the couch. The breath was pushed out of your lungs when he grabbed your wrists from around his neck, pinning them to the couch.

You rolled your hips against him, letting out a small moan when he rolled his hips against yours, pressing you more into the couch. You let out a soft sigh, “Kento, please.”

Moving both your wrists to one of his hands, he used the other to push your shirt over your chest, lightly fingering the lace of your bra before pulling it down and letting your breasts spill out. He wrapped his lips around your nipple, sucking and nibbling it. You tried to pull your hands from Nanami’s hold, groaning when he bit you, sucking a hickey against the curve of your breast. Your head leaned back, mouth laid open as Nanami humped you slowly, wanting more of him. You plead with him again, one of your feet trying to hook on the side of his sweatpants.

He grabbed your ankle, pushing it away and reaching under your skirt to touch you. “We have to get your clothes off first.” 

You pouted, "Then stop getting distracted!" 

"I have to make sure you're ready for me." He stated hotly, hand almost aggressive as he grabbed one of your thighs, making a space for him between them. Even though Nanami seems like a paragon of patience, it wasn't amiss for him to lose his temper from time to time, especially when you're being bratty. 

His thumb pressed against you, large hand laying against your hip, pulling it back in shock when he pressed directly against your wetness. You whined at the loss, trying to buck your hips against his hand, “You don’t have to! Just put it in!”

Nanami inhaled deeply, eyes dilating as he took you in. “How long have you—where is your underwear?”

“I took them off at the restaurant before we left,” you said hurriedly, bucking your hips angrily because he simply refused to touch you. “I was thinking about you before we left brunch. I wanted you inside me, so I made sure I’d be ready for you, so please.” 

Instead of him taking his pants off and fucking you like you hoped he would, he pulled away, pushing your knees against your chest. He fell to his knees in front of you, wasting no time putting his lips against your warmth. Foreplay was always Nanami’s favorite part; he loved watching you become desperate for his touch, wanting you to be able to see you lose yourself in pleasure, and hated the thought of anyone else getting to see you in such a state besides him. But the more he thought about you, desperately thrusting your fingers into yourself at some bathroom, hoping that would make you ready to take him when you returned home, the more he wanted to make you feel good. 

There was no way your fingers would reach what his longer ones could, or stretch you as his thicker ones could. 

His tongue vigorously pressed against your entrance, wrapping his hands around your thighs when you began to buck against him. 

“N-no! Kento, please fuck me!” You gripped his hair hard, pulling it just as you began to shiver as his tongue worked inside you. Whenever Nanami ate you out, he always made sure he was thorough, almost as if he was eating you out for himself instead of for you. Right now was no different. Even as you pushed against him, telling him you were ready for his cock, damn near begging for him to fuck you, all he did in response was wrap his lips around your clit and suck. You thrashed around, trying and failing to push his head away from you, tears sitting against your bottom lashes as he continued to ignore you. His tongue persisted, thrusting in and out of you sensually, and you could feel your orgasm building quickly thanks to the alcohol. You whined deeply, thighs squeezing Nanami’s head as a way to get him to slow down, not wanting to come until he was inside you.  

You cried out when his palm harshly landed against your thigh, tensing at the hold he suddenly had on you. He pulled your legs apart, and you tried scooting away from him. 

“Behave,” he groaned, pulling you closer to him by your thighs, “you know how I hate to be interrupted while I’m eating.” 

You wanted to push against him more, but with his grip, you knew there was little you could do. He refused to stop, continuing to tongue fuck you as if it would be the last time he’d ever get a taste of you. Your hands ran through his hair and this time instead of trying to push him away, you pulled him closer, needing to ground yourself as you blew through your orgasm, not having the sense enough to muffle your moans and screaming into the open air. Your legs locked around his head, holding him in place as you came down from your high, breathing heavily as Nanami groaned against you. He pressed kisses against your lower lips until your legs loosened against him and your hands went slack in his hair.  He smirked, leaning back and licking his lips. He delighted in the way you struggled to calm yourself, legs shaking slightly as he forced them open, placing his fingers inside of you. 

“Good job,” He hummed.

“Kento,” you moaned weakly, placing a hand on his wrist as his fingers curl inside you. His unoccupied hand moved to his pants, pushing the waistband of his pants down and palming his cock. He let out a deep breath as he jerked himself, moving slowly despite his fingers moving so quickly inside you. 

“Don’t rush me.” 

You could tell he was starting to get irritated with your behavior, but you couldn’t find the will to care. Nanami was thorough in all that he did and pleasuring you was no exception. And while Nanami would never say it out loud, one of the biggest pleasures he got from sex was setting the tone, slowly building you both up to that wonderful end. Making sure to take the time to explore all your sexual avenues was what Nanami longed for in sex. While you loved his slow approach, his need to make sure you were taken care of in every sense of the word, you needed him now. You didn’t need orgasm after orgasm today, you didn’t need the slow approach. All you needed right now was him inside of you.

“Kento, hurry up!” 

The shocked yelp you let out was matched only by the sound of his hand connecting with your thigh again, and this time hard enough to smart.

“I said don’t rush me.” 

The gruff developing in his already deep voice made you clench around his fingers. You could feel your heart both flutter and drop. It seems as if you’d pushed him a little too much. The way his fingers stopped inside you, holding your hip firmly with his other hand, making you wait and once again forcing you to play by his rules, was an indicator of that. 

“You want me?” He said it like a fact because he already knew the answer. You resisted the urge to throw your head back in desperation.

“You already know,” you gasp out, breath catching in your throat when he curls his fingers, hitting your g-spot roughly as a punishment. “Fuck, Kento.”

“Say it. I want to hear it now so we can continue.”

You glanced at him, eyes pitifully wet with want, breathing heavily through your nose, hoping that your face could motivate him to take you already. It didn’t, all he did was watch you, eyes dilated and his eyebrow raised. He wanted you just as badly as you wanted him, but he was being difficult just for the sake of being difficult it seemed. Nanami was just as likely to throw a tantrum in his own way as anyone else. 

Sighing deeply in faux disappointment, he pressed against your g-spot again, leaning forward and pressing kisses to your lower stomach, taking his sweet time while you squirmed. “I don’t mind making you come again, love. I have all day after all.” 

You could still feel the sensations of your last orgasm dancing up your nerves, and knew that with the way his fingers were pressing against you, he’d either send you through another orgasm, or he’d overstimulate you. Knowing Nanami Kento, he was probably aiming for both. 

“Please, god, please fuck me, Kento.” 

With that, he was satisfied, coming up from his knelt position, making himself comfortable between your legs before slowly pushing himself in. He groaned when you bucked your hips, moaning as you tried to speed up the process. You’d think after coming once and him fucking you open with his fingers, he’d think you were ready to be fucked. But Nanami was nothing if not overly prepared. Instead of grabbing your hips, forcing you still like you’d expect of him, he glared at you, thrusting the rest of himself into you. He only gave you a moment to adjust before he thrust rapidly into you, no longer wasting any time. 

Each thrust forced a moan out of you, briefly shocked that Nanami would start with such a rough pace. Then, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pressing your face against the skin of his neck, and let out a choked chuckle hidden under the gist of a moan. Knowing that the usually morally upstanding Nanami Kento, who made sure he had your explicit consent before even kissing you, was pushed to the point where he was fucking you within an inch of your life while you were drunk. And your friends had insisted that you couldn’t do it. This was a boost to your ego, and you shivered at the thought. 

Nanami, already having a clue to what you were thinking, groaned. “You’re truly unbelievable.” 

You giggled again. Despite how it seemed, you knew Nanami doesn’t mind the rough play a little bit. Though sometimes you push your own limits, Nanami enjoys moments like these where he can let loose and just do without having to think too hard about it. Besides, it wasn’t as if you didn’t enjoy being manhandled and roughed up by Nanami. So the consequences might be a little discomfort between your legs, or maybe a small limp for a day or two, letting Nanami use you to let out the stress he accumulated during the week was worth it. 

#nanami smut #nanami kento smut #nanami kento x reader #jjk smut #nanami supremacy #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk #tw dubcon #tw dubious consent

[y4ngy4ngs]

fever

cw ! nsfw ! dom!f!reader x sub!xiaojun x brat!yangyang, mxm kissing at the start, oral (m + f rec), tasteful cockstepping, xiaojun mommy kink (sue me), punishing yangyang by fucking xiaojun - that kind of deal, lots of pet names (i'm pushing the calling yangyang puppy agenda), yangyang is a painslut, multiple orgasms, blink-and-you'll-miss-it choking, overstimulation, happy 400 followers celebration fic!

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you could hear yangyang's whiney voice from the bedroom as soon as you walked in the front door. he was always up to some kind of scheme trying to corrupt your sweet boy, xiaojun, who would never really cave.

xiaojun much preferred the sweet, romantic side of your arrangement, when you would kiss him sweetly on the lips and cheeks as you told him how pretty he looked all fucked out for you and how proud you were of him. yangyang was the total opposite, you'd been with him for so much longer and by now, he got off on you being so mean to him. slapping his face, and telling him he was useless and disappointing as xiaojun sat scandalised to the side.

you lingered outside your bedroom door for a second. it was closed, no doubt by yangyang who had been more and more desperate in his attempts to make xiaojun break the rules. you could see why, xiaojun looked delectable when he got riled up, blushing pink and pretty down his neck with his bleach blonde hair fanning over the pillow and his thick eyebrows knitted together.

"come on, baby," you heard yangyang plead, "one more kiss. just one!"

kissing wasn't really against the rules, as long as it didn't surpass innocent pecks. you weren't a monster. but you only stood for a minute longer before you began to hear xiaojun's telltale little choked moans. opening the door, you were only half-surprised to see a shirtless yangyang straddling an also shirtless xiaojun, yangyang's fingers messing up the other boy's hair as he ground down onto him.

as soon as the door swung open, you heard xiaojun begin frantically apologising.

"i'm so sorry, mommy," he began, breathless and pushing a giggling yangyang off his lap, "i don't know what happened."

"yangyang was being a whore, baby," you replied, pointedly not looking at yangyang, "it's not your fault."

yangyang whined at this, a light, airy sound voicing his displeasure. xiaojun had kissed him back, xiaojun had grabbed at his hips, xiaojun had bucked up when yangyang ground down. so why was xiaojun your baby and not a whore? not that he was complaining when your degrading words sent such an excited chill down his spine.

he watched with a piercing gaze as you wandered over to xiaojun. by this point, watching your swinging hips as you slowly approached him as you would a flighty animal, xiaojun's fingers were digging deeply into the bedsheets below him and his face was flushing a deep red.

"don't be be nervous, my pretty boy," you whispered gently, trailing a finger down the side of his face and watching as he turned his head to try to nuzzle into your palm, "i'm gonna treat you so good. i'm gonna look after you so well. i know you didn't mean it."

you turned to yangyang, who was smiling sweetly as if acting like a good boy would forego any punishment. running your fingers through xiaojun's pretty blonde hair, you commanded yangyang to kneel next to the bed, in front of you.

he immediately moved, eager to see what punishment awaited him. as soon as he was properly situated on the floor, you raked your hands through his hair, yanking at the roots and watching his face twitch in pain.

giving him a second of reprieve, you let go of his hair. you watched his body sag a little before he righted himself and looked up at you again expectantly. you knew what he wanted and so you slapped him hard across the face, leaving a bright red mark. yangyang moaned in relief at the delicious burn and sting while xiaojun let out a scandalised gasp.

"one more?" yangyang gasped, looking up at you with bright, watery eyes.

"eat me out well enough and i'll do whatever you want, pup," you stated, flipping your skirt up and yanking down your sheer tights. at his hesitance, you pushed the back of his head lightly, "come on."

strong, lithe hands grabbed your thighs as yangyang got to work pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses over your underwear. you turned your head to see xiaojun kneeling next to you, hands clasped firmly behind his back in submission, refusing break anymore of your rules.

"you look so pretty, baby," you praised, ignoring the boy between your legs, even as he amplified his movements to make his presence known, "always so good and soft for mommy."

xiaojun preened at the praise, still flushing down his chest as he watched yangyang finally peel off your underwear. you were determined to not give yangyang any satisfaction - even as he pressed his tongue against you, flicking lightly over your clit, your eyes were still trained on xiaojun.

"oh my sweet boy," you stroked dejun's cheek with the back of your palm to feel the heat radiating off his skin, "you know you shouldn't have broken the rules, right? even if yang is encouraging you?"

he nodded quickly, catching the tips of your fingers in a kiss. you played with his bottom lip for a moment with your thumb, just pressing lightly, before his jaw went slack and he allowed you to push the digit into wet heat of his mouth. you left it in there for a second, pressing down lightly on the divot in the centre of his tongue before removing your thumb and pushing your middle and ring finger between his lips.

"so good for me, oh-" you caught yourself in a moan as yangyang pressed two slim fingers into your cunt.

you said nothing, simply ghosting your other hand over the back of his head as an acknowledgement. the non-committal, indifferent way you were acting only served as to encourage yangyang to pleasure you tenfold. he knew he had to fight for your attention, fight for your pretty words and praises, and he was trying so so fucking hard.

"looks pretty down there," xiaojun started, reaching down to brush yangyang's fringe out of his eyes as he worked.

you grabbed his hand, diverting its course to land on your thigh as you chastised him lightly, "don't look at him."

you felt a groan reverberate through you, yangyang having a visceral reaction to your words as his mouth began working harder on your clit, his fingers searching desperately to find the spot that would white out your vision.

"mommy," xiaojun began, "please touch me, 'm so hard for you."

"hard for me?" you retorted, "didn't he make you hard?"

you punctuated your question by pulling at yangyang's hair, pulling a surprised groan out of him which in turn caused you to make your first real noise of pleasure. you could see him beginning to grind up into the heel of his hand. even while being punished he was still being so utterly infuriating that you could go nothing but lightly kick his hand away and replace it with the sole of your foot. you pressed down with no real malice, just creating a heavy weight against his cock to let him know that touching himself there was off-limits.

"please," xiaojun whined, in a futile attempt to bring your attention back to him even when yangyang was so, so devastatingly close to making you cum, "please, mommy, touch me."

you felt yangyang smile from where his lips were positioned over your clit, listening to you gasp and swallow down moans, gripping tightly on the tufts of hair on the back of his hair and on xiaojun's soft thigh. your foot pressed down a little harder, yangyang choking back a noise of pained pleasure as he ground up against the friction.

"careful, puppy," you gasped, "you're not allowed to cum until i say so."

you could feel his soaked chin against you, covered in his spit and your arousal and it just brought you hurtling towards the edge. he was so messy and he was being so good to you that you could do nothing more but gasp out some praises as you released onto his waiting tongue.

you could only bask in the afterglow for a minute before the two boys in front of you started whining for attention, desperately hard and waiting to cum. yangyang leant his head against your shaking thigh, turning his head to lightly kiss the sensitive skin there with his lips still slick from your orgasm.

"do you forgive me now?" he smirked, biting lightly on your inner thigh.

you ignored him in favour of turning xiaojun and asking, "do you wanna fuck me, baby?"

xiaojun's eyes went wide at your question. xiaojun rarely ever topped you. he was usually under you, writhing on your strap as you fucked him until he was gaping. if you wanted someone inside you, you would usually turn to yangyang.

he swallowed thickly before raising his big, brown eyes to meet yours, whispering an "if you'll let me, mommy."

you weren't expecting yangyang to be happy with this turn of events and he wasn't. he bit down harshly on your thigh before sitting back on his haunches and complaining.

"what about me?" he said, acting indifferent but you still had your foot pressed against him and if you pushed down you could still feel him desperately solid in his sweats.

you brushed his sweaty fringe away from his forehead, before cradling his jaw and leaning in to say, "i suppose you can watch. and if you don't act out, you can cum."

you pressed a light, chaste kiss to his lips before turning to xiaojun and pushing him back onto the bed before peeling off his sweats. you didn't think you would ever get over xiaojun's deer-in-the-headlights act, his eyes still wide and sparkly and innocent as he looked at you like you were blowing his mind for the first time, every time.

you rubbed a hand over his clothed cock for just a second before he choked out a, "no 'm too sensitive", before you peeled his underwear down and took him fully into your hand.

you turned to yangyang, smiling when you saw him sitting with his knees bright red against the ground and his fingertips pressing crescents into the material of his pants.

"honey, will you pass me the supplies?" you asked sweetly, your smile widening as he reached into the drawer to wordlessly hand you a condom and lube with just the ghost of a pout on his face. even though he acted sullen and reluctant, you knew from the blush on his cheeks that he loved this delay. his orgasm just felt that more powerful after waiting for it, working for it, the anticipation of you wrapped around him being almost better than the act itself. almost.

making sure you could still see yangyang through the corner of your eye, you quickly readied xiaojun who whined and moaned at the feeling of your fingers ghosting over him before slowly sinking down on him. you winced a little, the stretch wasn't painful but it was so soon after your previous orgasm that you felt the slight aftershocks of overstimulation.

you sat there for a minute just to watch xiaojun's pretty expressions as he gasped and moaned and desperately tried to not lift his hips to bury himself deeper into you.

"there you go, darling," you praised, "stay still for me, alright?"

you began to lift yourself off him, just small movements because you knew he was so close.

"please, more," xiaojun groaned, dizzy from the unfamiliar heat of your pussy, "please, mommy, harder."

you built up a steady rhythm pretty quickly, with the sting from your previous orgasm quickly dissipating into pleasure.

"please, please can i cum?" xiaojun whined and you could see his abs clenching as he desperately tried to stave off his orgasm until he got permission, "please, please, mommy. i need to cum, it hurts."

"not until i cum first," you sang playfully, loving how much he was craving an orgasm, how drunk he seemed on pleasure.

"please, please can i touch you?" you heard from beside you as yangyang alerted you to his presence. "please can i make you cum, please?"

the eagerness in yangyang's voice and the way it cracked as he spoke made you melt and you quickly nodded your head, leaning back so that yangyang could climb next to you on the bed to rub quick circles on your clit while leaving quick kisses and bites over your shoulder and neck.

you could tell xiaojun was aching to cum, he wasn't used to this heat around him and he had his head thrown back onto the pillow with his nose scrunched up, eyebrows furrowed, and his mouth wide open, letting every sound tumble out unabashedly.

you didn't know what it was, maybe yangyang moved differently, pressed down harder, or maybe xiaojun jerked his hips up as you were distracted by his face but suddenly you were seeing stars as your orgasm hit you like a truck. you clenched around him, placing your hand just under xiaojun's adam's apple to steady yourself. the sudden tightness of the heat around him in conjunction with the subtle pressure of your hand launched xiaojun into a mind-blowing orgasm.

you continued clenching around xiaojun, just as yangyang continued his gentle pressure on your clit, until jun started whimpering in pain at the overstimulation.

you lifted yourself off xiaojun, settling yourself next to him as he evened out his breathing. peppering kisses all over his cheeks and neck, you asked, "feeling okay, sweetheart? feeling good, need some water?"

he shook his head lightly, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek and hoarsely whispering, "'m just sleepy, take care of yang."

yangyang was lying flat on his back behind you with his fingers dug deep into the sheets in anticipation. he'd been worked up for so long now that he felt like one gentle brush of your fingertips on his cock would send him tumbling headfirst into an orgasm.

straddling his shins, you slowly peeled off his sweats and underwear, pressing little open-mouthed kisses to each new inch of exposed skin.

"please," he begged, not quite sure what he was begging for, "need you."

"what do you need, puppy?" you enquired, lightly nipping his hipbone.

"need your mouth on me," he began, before quickly correcting himself, "need your mouth on my cock. 'm so hard for you, i have been for so long and i've been such a good boy for you."

you pretended to consider his words for a moment. yangyang's hips stuttered as you thoughtfully ran a fingertip down the prominent vein on the underside and hummed to yourself.

"you have been a good boy, yangie," you muttered into the skin of his upper thigh, pressing a kiss to the sensitive skin there and watching his shoulders sag in relief before you took the head of his cock into your mouth.

you both knew he wouldn't last long, with his hips jerking up so violently that you had to throw your non-dominant arm across his waist to stop him.

"please can i come in your mouth?" he whined, hands pulling at the sheets, "please, mommy?"

you pulled off for just a second - time was of the essence, he was so close - to tell him that yes he could, before you took him back into your mouth. you looked up when you hear his tell-take, jumpy little 'ah-ah-ah' moans that signified an impending orgasm to see him with one hand on his throat, blushing furiously down his chest as he came in your mouth.

you swallowed quickly before wincing slightly at the taste and resolving to tell yangyang that he had to fix his diet if he wanted to continue cumming in your mouth. he lay boneless against the bed, curling slightly into the dip where xiaojun lay peacefully with his eyes still half-open.

"you look nice when you cum" xiaojun whispered in yangyang's direction.

"you could have seen me up close and personal if she didn't come home early." yangyang smiled cheekily, dodging the swat you gave his thigh.

as you wandered into the kitchen to get both boys a bottle of water, you wondered how you got so fucking lucky to have these two eager boys in your life.

#if this is bad do NOT tell me it's 6:30am #nct scenarios #nct smut #nct imagines #sub nct #sub!nct #wayv scenarios #wayv smut #wayv imagines #sub wayv #sub!wayv #yangyang scenarios #yangyang smut #sub!yangyang #xiaojun scenarios #xiaojun smut #sub!xiaojun #sub!idol #sub idol #sub kpop #sub!kpop

[kwonhoshi0]

𝟒𝟎 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 | valentines event

navigation | requests : open | 14th feb 2021

“It’s Valentine’s Day and your boyfriend seems to be a bit nervous, will he be sharing his first time with you? or maybe trying out some new kinks and toys? Why don’t you come join us and find out!”

pairing : denki x fem!reader

genre : smut, fluff

word count : 2.2k+

warnings : 17+, smut with a plot

themes : read -> ,praise!kink, thigh riding, use of electricity, established relationship, almost being caught, nipple play, daddy!kink overstimulation, cum play, first experience, aged up (third years), spit play?, soft dom!denki, biting

thank you so much for letting me participate in this event loves! corruption masterlist

event : @ultimate-astridwriting

it’s valentines day, unlike last year or the year before you were actually excited for today, now that you have a loving boyfriend you have something to look forward to.

you woke up besides your boyfriend in his dorm room, his head layed comfortably on your chest and his arms around your waist you giggled at how cute he looks, his hair hung over his eyes as his lips were stuck in a pout, you carefully moved his hair out of his face. ‘morning denks’ you smiled at him as he hummed in his morning voice ‘morning sunshine’ he shifted from your chest moving up and nuzzled his nose into your neck nipping and kissing at the skin making you giggle, ‘what time is ittt’ he drawled his breath hot against your neck, you grabbed your phone from the bedside table pressing the power button, ‘it’s 8:30’ you mumbled into his hair placing your phone back down, ‘imm sleepy’ giggling at his antics you pinned his arms down so you’re now on top of him and kissed his forehead before peeling away from him running into the bathroom.

you grabbed some shorts since you only slept in your underwear and one of denki’s shirts last night, slipping them on you carefully squeezed some toothpaste on your toothbrush and wet it a little under the faucet before brushing your teeth, after a couple minutes you spit the aftermath into the sink the tingly taste lingered in your mouth. where is it you thought before noticing the cleanser bottle, after a couple minutes you finished your morning routine and fixed your hair up.

slipping back into your boyfriends room you opened the curtains about to pull him out of bed you noticed he’d already gotten up, so you hopped downstairs and fixed up some coffee, ‘happy valentine’s day my baby’ denki slipped behind you his hands resting on your waist as he smothered you in kisses, you laughed as you hugged him sighing into him as comfort washed over you ‘happy valentine’s day denks’.

‘you’re both fucking disgusting’ bakugou groaned as he eyed you both from the table, you snickered as denki walked behind bakugou and ruffled his hair, ‘GET OFF ME DUNCE FACE’ he yelled making you both double over in laughter, during their bickering momo slid over to you leaning against the counter, ‘i’m going to do it’ you gaped at the girl ‘really!? you’re finally going to tell her you like her?’ you smiled jumping a little ‘shush! yes i’ll do it, but i need help’ you nod like a child at her words. ‘what do you need help with?’ you smiled sipping your coffee, ‘since we’re all going to go to the movies i need to get her alone to ask her, i have a little idea, maybe you could ask if we could go on a double date and we tell the others but you and denki go back to the dorms or something so we’re alone !, i know that if i just ask her to talk alone everyone’s going to question us’ you listened carefully smiling every couple seconds, ‘of course! momo i’m so so proud of you’ you hugged her, she returned the hug resting her chin on your shoulder ‘thank you y/n this means so much’ before you could say anything back denki came back to pester you ‘heyy hands off, she’s mine’ he said childishly making grabby hands at you, you grinned at him rolling your eyes.

after breakfast you hopped up the stairs to your room opening your closet door, what do i wear you thought brushing your hands across the line of clothes. in the end you decided on a black miniskirt and a dark green oversized jumper paired with some jewellery and boots, you did your makeup before hearing a knock on your door, opening it you smiled. ‘woah baby, you look amazing as always’ he admired, his hand traced your face until his finger reached your lips you bit him playfully as his face inched closer to yours ‘suck’, you suppressed a whimper and did as he said, your lips wrapped around his finger and he watched intently before pulling his hand away and catching your lips with his own, his lips moved in sync with yours, eagerly nipping at your bottom lip making you groan into his mouth, in that moment he slipped his tongue into your mouth moving against your own slowly, ‘Y/N DENKI ARE YOU READY TO GO?’ mina yelled from downstairs, sighing you both pulled away, you giggled at his flushed state ‘we’ll finish this later babe’ he whispered entwining his hand with your own.

you guys took UA’s minibus to the movies, even though it wasn’t far you all wanted to scream songs as long as you can, so after lots of yelling and singing you arrived at the cinema, you sat inbetween denki and mina, you love the aesthetic of the cinema, the dimmed lights leaving only a screen to brighten the room, you leaned over to your boyfriend nudging your nose against his cheek ‘hi baby’ he laughed at your motions taking your hand with his own kissing the back of it before moving his hand to your cheek giving you a gentle kiss, you didn’t realise your friends all watching you ‘alright we get it you’re in love’ mina pouted before slumping into your shoulder ‘i want someone to be disgustingly in love with’ the pout not leaving her lips. you moved so your head was on top of hers ‘you’ll find love bub’ to which she just sighed ‘denki can you please give me your girlfriend, i think i’m in love’ you all laughed as denki took the arm closest to him and trapped it between his own arms ‘too bad she’s mine’.

after a lot of popcorn and fizzy drinks it was time for your plan with momo, ‘hi ! jirou.. would you like to come on a double date with kaminari and y/n’ momo blurted out a little red, ‘oh.. i’d love to’ she said as warmth took over her face. ‘im so proud of you !!’ you half yelled hugging momo, ‘i was so scared she’d say no’ she sighed in your arms smiling. in the distance denki’s eyes flickered to you, a comfortable smile on his face as he watched you, the girl he’d do anything for, his eyes twinkled ‘i’m so lucky to have her’ he said quietly, ‘i remember when you had the biggest crush on her and you couldn’t even talk to her’ kirishima laughed admiring the love you share.

-‘oh- uh hi y/n’ the blonde boy stuttered out, ‘hey denks are you okay?’ you smiled at your crush, it was 8pm you and all your friends were at a beach, and since you’re in your first year you weren’t really allowed to be outside this late but no one had to know that, the sky in front of you was setting in hues of blue and pink, rippling like a puddle with the essence of magic. ‘i’m okay but you look cold’ he avoided your gaze looking at the goosebumps on your skin, you both sat around the campfire with your friends, mina and kirishima played cards as bakugou yelled at midoriya, momo and jirou talking about the ocean, sero and tsu comparing their quirks, the waves crashing on the beach. ‘i’m a little cold but i’m okay’ you smiled shifting closer to him, his breath hitched a little, instead of asking he just took a jumper from his bag and motioned you to lift your arms up which you rolled your eyes and did as he giggled, ‘thank you denki’ your eyes look like gems he thought. ‘denki?’ you were pouting he smiled at your expression leaning towards you a little ‘mm’ you giggled at him taking his hand from his lap onto yours, he looked up at you with bug eyes ‘can i-um’ he started he lost his words staring at you , you looked away smiling at his shy side and shifted closer to him your knees now touching. to see his reaction you placed your chin on his shoulder making him stare at you harder with the same bug eyes, you lifted your head a little now feeling his breath on your lips, nudging his nose with your own you kissed him, gently moving your arms around his neck and he relaxed into it placing his arms around your waist pulling you closer to him, he hummed into the kiss which made you smile, feeling you smile into the kiss you both pulled away. ‘dont laugh at me’ he pouted as your friends stopped and closed their mouths which were open in shock and yelled things along the lines of ‘FINALLY’ and ‘DENKI YOU DIDNT ELECTROCUTE HER’.-

that was yours and denki’s favourite day and here you are still going strong 2 and a half years later, you both only lost your virginity earlier this year but you trusted eachother and couldn’t imagine losing it to anyone else.

‘hey denks it’s time to go back to the dorms’ you smiled tugging on his hand, ‘jirou said yes!?’ he asked as his eyes lit up with joy for his friend ‘of course she did dummy come onn’. for the next hour you were meant to be watching a mini movie but for the plan momo had come up with you were meant to be back at the dorms and jirou and momo at the ‘double date’ in the restaurant next to the cinema.

10 minutes later you arrived at the dorms and threw your bag on his gaming chair before slumping down onto your boyfriends bed sighing. he laughed moving your bag to the end of the bed and sitting into the chair, ‘baby come here’ you glanced over at him motioning to his lap ‘mmm tired’ you pout as you shuffled over and climbed into his lap, he shifted forward slightly to allow your legs to sit behind his back. ‘how long do we have until the others get back?’ he said into your neck, glancing at the time you replied ‘uhh around 40 minutes’ you felt him smirk into your neck before biting down making you suppress a whimper ‘perfect’.

‘denks what are you-’ before you could finish your sentence he reached under your jumper and cupped your breast, squeezing it slightly. you sighed as your head fell back grinding down into him, ‘feel so fucking good’ he groaned catching your lips with his own, your mouth a mess of tongue and saliva together, you both pulled away a string of your spit between you, as he pulled your jumper off he thrusted his hips up making you moan out and whine at the lack of friction, wetness pooled beneath your legs, he parted his legs a little and picked you up placing you on his thigh, ‘wanna try something new sunshine’ he whispered darkly in you ear, you nod at him making him move towards your ear biting at it ‘use your words’. whimpering you said

‘yes denki p-please’

he smirked at your words pushing your hips down into his thigh your wet panties rubbing against him, groaning he gripped your thighs ‘so fucking wet, i wanna see you get yourself off on my thigh’ he whispered his breath tickling your neck, embarrassed you started moving your hips groaning as your back arched slightly allowing space for denki to move his mouth down from your neck to your bra, he slid the straps down and sighed in pleasure at your hardened nipples taking one into his mouth and kneading the other with his fingers, his other hand pushed down on your hip as you worked against his thigh, he moaned loudly from your thighs rubbing against his cock, you felt a familiar knot in your stomach ‘d-enki i need more’ you whimpered, he moved his hand from your hip down to your clit as he moved up to your collarbone sucking dark patches across your body chuckling he sighed ‘you want my sparks again baby?’ you shuddered and moaned at his words, he rubbed messy circled on your clit a few sparks of yellow emitted below you both as you got faster on his thigh, you were shaking from the sparks but it felt so good ‘good girl, you look so fucking hot like this, your cum all over my thighs’ he groaned as his eyes rolled back a little, the knot in your stomach began to grow his fingers still working at your clit, you brought a hand down to his cock swiping over the head with your fingers the precum coating the tip, he shuddered at your touch moving his lips back to your tits, he could feel you close to your high, ‘let go baby, cum all over my legs’ you brought his hand over your mouth as you moaned out releasing over him, he did the same hearing your moan.

breaths heavy he lifted your hand up from his dick back to your lips ‘open up’ you did as he told, he shoved his fingers in your mouth and watched as you sucked them clean groaning at the sight.

‘6 minutes till they get back’ he smiled ‘do you think we have time for-’ you read his mind ‘mm no harm in trying’, he grinned lifted you up, you wrapped your legs around his waist as you fell onto the bed giggling, ‘couldn’t have put it better myself sunshine.’

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[joontier]

Subliminal in Scrubs | V1; report x

pairings: dr. jeon jungkook x female reader

chapter rating: R-18 | genre: humor, romance, smut (voyeurism, masturbation), swearing

warnings: GET READY FOR SOME ACTIONNNNN 

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Right after you put away your groceries, you take a quick shower and head to bed. Truly, there was nothing better than a refreshing shower after a long day - especially when you know you’re not going to be able to enjoy times like these anymore once you start working. Just then, you recall having to set your alarm early tomorrow because it was your first day, plus the other two wanted to meet up for breakfast before heading to work. 

As you lie on your bed, scrolling through your barely active social media accounts, you hear a soft thud coming from Ayoung’s apartment. Huh, she must be moving stuff - seems strange though that she’s doing it with a potential tenant present. You don’t pay much attention to it though until it happens again and suddenly a faint moan reaches your ears. Your eyes widen, thoughts of all sorts running through your head. You must be mistaken. You should be mistaken. 

You hear it again, and it gets repetitive until there’s a steady rhythm that has you certain about something that could be happening there. You’re really not one to meddle with people’s private businesses, especially ones of this particular kind. You push each incoming thought away, regardless if it is an innocent one or not. It proves otherwise though, with the sound coming in clear for a wall separating the two apartments. 

At the same time, you also wish the best for Ayoung and if this man is a moving-away gift in disguise as this one, well you’re incredibly happy for her. Who were you to take that happiness away from her? But as the man’s grunts become more audible and prominent, your immediate reaction to it is beyond you, and you’re almost involuntarily rubbing your thighs together at the sound. 

‘No’, you think to yourself, stopping your southward train of thoughts and its imminent course of action. Rubbing at your temple, you wonder how could you even allow such pompous thoughts cross your mind. 

Groaning, you lie on your stomach and mush your face against your pillow as if to block those indecent images threatening to corrupt your mind. It isn’t right to get off someone else’s steamy evening, more particularly, that of your friend’s, so you close your eyes and focus on trying to get some sleep. 

You can’t. 

Not when this man’s heavy breathing sounds just as hot as Ayoung finds him to be. 

Not when this man sounds just like a porn star. 

And especially not when this man’s vocals are so stimulating to the point that it feels like an invitation for you to join the fun. Or at least, take an imaginary part in it. 

Holy shit. 

Tapping your fingers furiously on the bed covers, you ask yourself if you have really reached this level of desperation? That your lack of human touch is causing you to question the very principle of civility? 

You shake your head as you reach for your earphones. Coincidentally, Spotify’s shuffle decides to land on a Jamie Foxx track. 

What is with the universe constantly trying to fuck you up? 

You tap on the next button quickly, turning the volume all the way up in the hopes of ridding yourself of unclean thoughts, that is, until you hear Satan himself let out a particularly loud grunt, one you can practically feel travel straight to your core. Jesus. 

The voice of your evil miniature self on your left shoulder whispers in your ear, “It isn’t often for you to get ahold of an opportunity like this. Go get some,” she says, holding your angelic self on a chokehold with her own halo. 

She had a point though, and you really could only imagine having more time for yourself starting tomorrow. Besides, it’s been a while since you truly ‘relaxed’. And to top all of that, with the apartment walls as thin as paper, you can literally feel your neighbor’s bed now moving in a steady rhythm. You’re even surprised you’ve managed to keep your self-control this long. Not long enough though, unfortunately. 

Now that you’ve come to think of it, this man must be on a different level entirely if Ayoung could let herself get...dicked down during a simple visit (and for the first time too!). Just imagining what he probably looks like is sending a light tingle down your spine. 

You sigh, ultimately giving into the temptation. There’s no turning back now. 

Slowly, you slide your shorts down your legs, giving yourself time to still contemplate...but, hesitation was never really your strong point (a trait of yours that had truly blossomed since your friendship with Chohee). So off go your underwear too. 

As quietly as possible, you scoot over to the wall, just enough to let your shoulder touch your old, boring, beige wallpaper. You feel your neighbor’s bed move with a little more intensity this time, and you trail your fingers downward to your cunt, which is surely wet by now with all your thinking. 

The man’s grunts are louder than Ayoung’s thankfully, leaving everything to your imagination. You start at a steady pace, wanting to test the waters. With the couple just a mere distance away from you, save the wall separating your apartments, you try to match your pace with the pair. 

Letting your digit circle your clit, you work yourself out to your orgasm - that is, until your climax won’t arrive and you figure just using your fingers won’t get the job done. Just as if you thought the sounds they were making weren’t enough to get you over the edge. It’s been a while since you had any ‘action’ and your rust ass won’t allow you to cum with just your fingers. 

Hurriedly, you draw out a small box from beneath your bed. In haste, you throw the cover across the small room, fishing for what used to be a very good friend of yours before: Lovecorner’s limited edition of Real Feel 7. Never too late to catch up with good ol’ friends. 

You turn on the device, hoping that there’s enough battery left to get you through the night. Closing your eyes, you circle the dildo around your nether lips, gathering all the slick there. A few more moments and you gradually insert the toy inside you, causing you to shiver in excitement. Gulping, you only push it halfway through at first, wanting to get used to the feeling again.. 

There’s a short pause from the other side of the wall, one you use to your advantage to keep up. When you feel them continue, you pick up your pace, both desperation and shame pumping you up so you could get this night over with as quickly as possible. 

Just as you had expected, you feel their breathing get heavier by the second, and your bed is practically shaking with...what you presume to be yours and their movements combined. 

For some reason beyond your understanding, you work yourself out on your trusty companion, taking in every whimper and grunt from the other side of the wall like it’s your own, like you’re the one fucking like there is no tomorrow. 

You’re getting closer to your high - a feeling almost foreign to you at this point, and with the last string of sheer  will, you push the toy further up to the hilt, stroking your g-spot so perfectly that your orgasm has got you quivering in bed for more than thirty seconds. 

Breathless as ever, you lie in bed, staring straight into the ceiling. 

What. Was. That. All. About. 

You press your thighs together, an unexpected reaction from the reality of tonight’s events suddenly dawning in on you. You did not just get yourself off from your neighbor's live porn. 

With no more movement coming from Ayoung’s apartment, you could only assume that their day has officially concluded as well. Sighing, you make your way to your bathroom, treading over your floor as lightly as you could with your sore legs. 

Ten minutes and a refreshing half bath later, you head back to bed, exhaustion causing you to fall asleep in seconds. 

The sound of your jarring iPhone alarm blares right in your ear, scaring the living hell out of you exactly 6:45 in the morning. You wake up in a fright, panting heavily as you scramble to turn off the horrible sound. 

Quickly, you get off of your bed, proceeding with your daily morning routine. You tick off breakfast at home today, having scheduled your morning meal with Jimin and Soomin as your first official day as employees of Woocheon Medical City. 

Making sure you’ve got everything in your duffel bag -  extra clothes, toiletries, and the rest of your essentials, you lock the door to your apartment, sealing it off with a slight jiggle to the knob to assure yourself. 

Ayoung’s door likewise creaks open, and you glance at it through your peripheral vision to see a man coming out. Your eyes widen - he stayed the night then. Hm. You’re unsure if you want to suspect him of something other than a one night stand, or it’s just this curious itch inside you that makes you want to check who’s responsible for last night’s...occurrences. 

Mustering all that courageous chi Chohee has hopefully transferred onto you, you linger a little bit by your doorway before facing the man. Thankfully, the stranger doesn’t make your job difficult for you and looks your way as well. 

No. 

This can’t be. 

Turns out, Mr. Stranger who was supposed to be your hot neighbor as Ayoung claims is no stranger at all. 

It had to be. 

You look away just as quickly as you looked at him. “________? Hey!  I didn’t know you lived next door!” Your lips form a thin line. Why does he make it sound like you’re already neighbors? 

“Jungkook,” you nod to answer his question.  “Good morning to you too.”

Your cheeks heat up with the range of emotions you’re feeling: anger - from him not even remembering Ayoung’s name; shame - for your actions last night; disappointment - there’s a possibility of you two becoming neighbors and you’d inevitably have to face him more often than not. 

“Where are you off to? Gym?” 

Why does he think you’re going to gym in a collared shirt, jeans, and flats? And more importantly, why are you two even having this conversation? 

The elevator doors open and your impromptu escape plan springs into action, and currently, just like your legs. “Work actually! And I’m going to be late, so bye for now!” You sprint towards the elevator, quickly pressing a button to close the doors. 

You let out a sigh of relief as the doors close, leaving Jungkook with a confused look on his face. 

© joontier 2021

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[hopelikethemoon]

Moon Dust || (Ezra x Reader) || {Moonbeams} || [smut]

Title: Moon Dust Rating: Explicit Length: 3,900 Warnings: Mild angst, pregnant!reader, recreational space drug use, SMUT (female receiving oral, cock warming, adapted doggy style) Notes: This took me so long to write and I have no idea why... Hopefully it’s good? Part twelve of the Moonbeams series.

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“She walks in beauty, like the night,” Ezra drawled out as he traced his fingertips across the width of your shoulder blades slowly. “Of cloudless climes and starry skies. And all that’s best of dark and bright.” His voice was so gentle, lulling you into a comfortable place between being awake and asleep. “Meet in her aspect and her eyes, thus mellowed to that tender light. Which heaven to gaudy day denies.”

You smoothed your hand over his chest as you slowly opened your eyes, tilting your head to look at him. “Byron?”

He gave a short nod, “I used to know the rest of it by heart. You’ll have to thank Quinn for me. As shocking as that sounds.” 

“I’m sure he’s waiting for your gratitude with baited breath,” You shifted upwards, pressing your lips to his. 

“Or waiting in the wings for tragedy.” You teased, tracing your thumb over the curved scar on his cheek. 

“You’ll have to break his heart then,” Ezra smirked, turning his head to kiss your fingertips. “While I am still coiled tight with anxiety about our impending future… I’m happy.”

“Me too.” You smiled at him, running your thumb over his bottom lip. “Terrified, but relatively happy.” 

“Relatively?” He arched a brow, flicking his tongue out to lick your thumb. 

“I mean, I am happy.” You assured him, watching as he wrapped his lips around your thumb and slid his tongue over the tip again. “So happy, but you are really trying to distract me right now.” 

Ezra flashed you a sinful smirk, “Did you catch onto that?” He questioned, trailing his fingers down your side again. “Good.”

“That tickles,” You told him, pressing into his side to escape his touch, which was clearly exactly what he wanted. You reached out and ran your fingers down the column of his throat as you leaned in to kiss him. “What’s got you wound up, Ez?”

“You.” He told you, catching your bottom lip between his teeth and scraping lightly. “I wish you knew how good you smell, little lamb.” Ezra’s lips parted against yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth. 

You had felt so warm and cozy after waking up in his arms and now Ezra had quickly turned that warmth into a burning pool of desire between your thighs. 

Ezra fanned his fingers out as he slid his hand down your side, before skimming them over your lower stomach. It had only been a day since you told him the news and you’d quickly noticed that he wasn’t kidding about those primal urges. 

“Then tell me.” You retorted, dragging your fingers through his hair. “Tell me what’s going through your mind.” 

He leaned in and kissed down your throat, his tongue sweeping out over your pulse point where his mouth always returned to. Ezra murmured your name against your skin as his teeth grazed lightly there. 

“Do you really want to know?” He drawled out, kissing your jaw before lingering above you nose-to-nose. “What we did in the forest is like a hazy dream… But I can smell the beast all over you.” Ezra tilted his head to the side to kiss you again. “Like that part of me has claimed you. That you’re all mine and now everyone knows.”

You played with the hair at the nape of his neck, your breath catching in the back of your throat as you held his gaze. “So you’re all worked up because I let the beast lay claim to me?” You tugged at his hair as it slid through your fingers. 

“You accepted the duality of what I am.” He whispered, shifting above you to slide his leg in between your legs. “I spent five years alone, moonbeam. Five years thinking I would never feel someone’s touch again. That even if I met someone, how could they want that?”

You scratched your nails gently through the prickly scruff that grew across his cheeks and jaw. “I think the beast is just as touch starved as you are.” You told him, a soft moan escaping you as he pressed his thigh firmly between your legs. “So that’s what got you going?” 

Ezra ran his tongue over his bottom lip as he held your gaze. “In part.” He dipped down and pressed a kiss to the hollow of your throat, before sliding downwards. He kissed a path down your chest, his hands following the curve of your waist as he moved towards your stomach. 

You tilted your head to look down at him, your heart pounding in your chest. 

“I was thinking about how radiant you’ll be as our child grows within you.” He kissed your stomach just above your belly button. “How everyone will know that you’re mine.”

Ezra moved lower, nudging your thighs apart as he settled there. “Now I know why you smell different.” He told you as he ran his hands along your inner thighs. “It wasn’t because of what the guardians did to you, it was because there is life growing within you.” 

Your lips parted to respond to him, but you lost track of what you wanted to say the second his tongue swept over your clit. You moaned and shifted your hips towards his face. “Ezra.” 

He ran his tongue between your slick folds, teasing at your center before returning to your clit. He palmed at the soft flesh of your inner thighs as he worked his mouth over your cunt, his tongue pressing into you only teasingly. 

“Fuck.” You hissed out, biting down on your bottom lip as you sank back against your bed. His lips wrapped around that little sensitive bundle nerves, his tongue flicking out against it. You couldn’t help the way you squirmed beneath his attention. 

Ezra caught ahold of your thighs, drawing them up and over his shoulders. You reached down and grabbed at his hand, tangling your fingers with his as he started dipping his tongue into you again. 

He pulled back to catch his breath, his lips shimmering with your arousal as he stared up at you from between your thighs. “I could spend my life between your thighs, moonbeam. Right here.” Ezra drawled out, licking his lips slowly. 

You ran your foot over his back, shifting your hips towards him again. “You look good down there too.” 

Ezra turned to press a kiss to your thigh, before parting his lips and scraping his teeth over your skin. He chuckled softly when you shuddered, “Do you like that?” 

“Yes.” You breathed out, reaching down to play with his hair. 

He dipped back down between your thighs, dragging his tongue between your folds before rearranging your legs so he could move back up your body. 

Ezra leaned down to kiss you and you could taste yourself on his lips and tongue as you kissed him. Your hands wandered down his back, nails lightly scraping over his skin. 

“Can you roll over for me?” Ezra questioned, brushing his knuckles over your cheek gently. 

You nodded, pressing a quick kiss to his chin before you moved onto your hands and knees beneath him. Ezra ran his hand down your spine as he sat back on his knees. 

“Like this.” He told you, drawing you onto his lap. “Lean up on your knees.”

You planted your hands on the bed for leverage as you rose up. “Look at you, getting creative.” You taunted as the head of his cock pressed between your folds. Ezra guided you down onto his cock before stilling within you. “Fuck.”

“I don’t want you getting bored, little lamb.” He drawled out as he skimmed his hand down your stomach, before finding his way between your thighs. 

You reached behind you, grabbing at his hip as you shifted atop him, seeking friction. “With you? How could I be bored?”

“Good.” Ezra kissed the nape of your neck, before trailing his lips along your shoulder. His fingers teased at your clit lightly, while he kept the thick length of his cock buried inside you. “That’s it.” He whispered when your inner walls fluttered around him. 

You blindly reached for his other hand, peeling it off your hip and bringing it to your throat. Ezra caught onto what you wanted, his fingers loosely wrapping around your throat.

“Is that what you want, moonbeam?” Ezra questioned, rubbing his thumb over the side of your throat. He tightened his grip just enough to make your pulse quicken and that was all it took. 

Your cunt clenched tight around his cock as your orgasm tore through you. He didn’t even give you a moment to fully enjoy it before he used the grip he had on your throat to lean you forward on your hands so he could slide out of you. 

The second your lips parted to complain about the loss of him, Ezra slammed back into you and you swore you saw stars behind your eyes. His cock hit right against that sweet spot within you and your body gushed for him. 

Ezra set a desperate pace, driving into you again and again until you were face down on the mattress whimpering for more. Without warning, he slid out of you. 

“What are you—“

“I’ve got you,” He promised as he stretched out beside you on the bed, “Lay like this.” Ezra ran his hand down your side as you settled yourself into the bend of his body. “That’s it, moonbeam.”

He kept a tight hold on your hip as he pressed his cock back into you. You couldn’t help but moan as he filled you once more. There was less haste to his movements now, he rolled his hips into you like he was really trying to savour his impending release.

You shifted just enough to look back at him over your shoulder. Ezra smirked before leaning in to kiss you. His hands were everywhere, groping at your breasts or lingering at your stomach. 

It was surreal to think that in a few months’ time that proof he mentioned would be there. That there would be no denying that you were pregnant with his child. 

Ezra’s teeth scraped lightly over the crook of your neck and your cunt clenched around him in response. He bit down harder, not enough to break skin, but enough to set your blood ablaze as he finally came. 

“Oh, fuck.” You panted out, grinding your ass back against him. “Did you get that out of your system?” 

He chuckled as curled his arms around you, keeping you pressed closed to him. “There’s no getting you out of my system.” Ezra told you, his breath hot against the back of your neck.

“Was it Byron?” You questioned, tracing your fingers over the back of his hand. You wouldn’t put it past him to be wound up again because of Quinn giving you the book of Byron world to give to Ezra. 

“Hmm?” He hummed as he lazily stroked your stomach. 

“Nothing.” You laughed softly, tilting your head just enough to see that Ezra’s eyes were closed. He needed to sleep. He’d been wired after coming back to the transport — both because of pain and the remaining shock from the news. 

You could get up in a few hours and deal with the mess that had been made. 

 Ezra dragged his hands over his face as he leaned forward and rested his elbows on his legs. “I can talk to Sybil about her experience.”

“Thank you,” You offered lightly as you studied his side profile. “Theoretically, it would make sense that Cora was born with the curse because of her mother having it. She would’ve transformed eight or nine times during her pregnancy…”

He glanced sideways at you, “Or you’ll find yourself with a werewolf transforming in your womb.” 

You made a face, “That made my insides hurt just thinking about it.” 

“It could kill you,” Ezra pointed out, his voice was as sharp as a knife. “Every time we part ways, I will dread the unknown of your time on the Block. You could die and I would never know.”

Your expression fell as you stared at him. “Shiva would tell you if something happened.” 

Ezra worked his jaw stiffly. “We don’t have to do this, moonbeam. You don’t have to feel obligated to bear my child because—“

“Because I want to?” You rolled your eyes. “We’re not going around this bend again. This is what I want. I don’t do shit out of obligation.”

He gave you a skeptical look. 

“I don’t.” You insisted. “If I really didn’t want to do this, it wouldn’t have even been a conversation. I could’ve handled it at the medic and moved on with my life.” 

Ezra punched at the bridge of his nose. “I want it too, but now it just means I have more to lose.”

You nodded your head slowly, wringing your hands together nervously. “The stakes are higher. But I could stay for the full moon.” You offered. “If you’re worried about what might happen to me—“

“And have the guardians take you again? To make you forget me and our baby?” Ezra’s lips trembled. “We already risked everything with that little trip into the forest.”

Your heart clenched at the broken look in his eyes, “I know. That was a moment of stupidity.”

“I don’t blame you for running from me.” He reached out and gave your hand a squeeze. “I shouldn’t have said what I said.”

“It’s fine.” You rubbed your thumb over the side of his hand. “I’m sure it’s not the first or last time we’ll fight over the next nine months…” You held his hand a little tighter then. “Or the foreseeable future. Kinda sobering to think we’ll be in each other’s lives forever now.”

Ezra nodded slowly, dragging his teeth over his bottom lip. “It’s a lot.” He admitted. “There’s a lot to consider. If our child carries the curse, they won’t ever be able to leave Lykaios and we have damned another being to this hellscape.” 

You swallowed thickly around a lump forming in your throat. “We’ll figure out how to make it work, Ez.” You brought his hand to your lips, kissing each knuckle as you exhaled slowly. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

He stared at you for a painfully long moment before he finally answered you, “Yes. I just wish the circumstances were different, moonbeam.” 

“I know.” You drew your knees up to your chest as you leaned into his side, resting your cheek against his shoulder. “Maybe, one day, we’ll find a way to break the curse.” 

“I don’t want you to pin your hopes on impossible things,” Ezra warned you, pressing his lips to the top of your head as he stroked his hand down your back. “I cannot leave this moon and one day I will lose myself to it.” 

“Sybil still seems normal.” You pointed out. 

He huffed quietly, “And I’ve seen her rip a man a part.” 

You pulled back a little to stare at him, “Are you serious?”

Ezra nodded slowly. 

“Well that changes things…” You made a face as you rubbed at the spot between your eyebrows. “At least I know I’m safe with the beast.” 

He dragged his fingers through his hair, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, staring at a spot on the ground. “I still don’t trust that side of me. There’s an element of unpredictability that…” Ezra trailed off and sighed. “It’s still an animalistic monster.” 

You stared at him, “Do you think it wants to hurt me?” 

“No.” He answered without hesitation. “It may be hazy for me, but I do know that the beast part of me views you as it’s mate.” Ezra gave you a sidelong look. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t accidentally hurt you or… or our baby.” 

“Hey,” You reached out to brush your fingers through his hair gently, stroking your fingers down the back of his neck, playing lightly over the scar there. “I trust you.” 

Ezra reached over and squeezed your leg. “I love you.” He offered, before he moved to get off the sofa. “I need a hit.”

You watched as Ezra walked across the room to where his satchel was sitting on the floor, he dug around inside and found the small parcel of lunaxium he kept with him. He vanished down the hallway and you listened for the sound of the fresher door sliding closed. 

Over the past few months, Ezra had never let you see him use the lunaxium. You knew how it worked — it wasn’t dissimilar from the aluerion dust that circulated on the Block — but he was careful to do it private. The most you ever saw was his blown pupils, like full moons, and the way he’d rub his nose for a few minutes after. 

You got up off the sofa and grabbed your datapad off the shelf where it was charging, you headed down the hallway with it, past the fresher and into your quarters. 

Bernard Proctor made frequent trips to Lykaios and Arcadia, but Sybil hadn’t mentioned the latter. Maybe she didn’t know about his trips to the planet? Based on the flight logs, he had made his last trip to Arcadia a mere month before his encounter with the guardians. 

What was he doing on Arcadia? 

You pulled up on a report that Quinn had given you before you left the Block. It wasn’t much, but it at least confirmed that the planet had slightly more than just trace amounts of lunaxium… which was the thing that kept Ezra bound to the moon. 

Maybe you could make a pit-stop on Arcadia on the way back to the Block. Ezra didn’t need to know what you were doing. But it could be life changing if both of you could go somewhere together. Somewhere the guardians weren’t. 

You closed out of the report and opened up the folder from the medic. You scrolled through the list of files, before clicking on the scan imagery. 

It was too early to really see anything, but the scan did pick up a clear image of the gestational sac — a nearly perfect circle that reminded you of the moon too. That right there was where your baby would grow over the next few months and it was still too surreal to believe.  

You’d lost count of how many times you had pulled the image up just to remind yourself that it was really happening. 

By the time you went back to the Block and saw the medic again, they’d be able to pick up a heartbeat during the scan. Next time you came back to Lykaios you’d have a new scan with a visible baby on it to show Ezra. 

There was still a part of you that worried that he didn’t want this. He was so difficult to read sometimes. You just had to keep reminding yourself that it was all still new. Ezra had spent five years all alone on this moon and then you showed up. In a handful of months you’d shown up, fallen in love with him, and wound up pregnant. 

Ezra’s uncertainty was to be expected, given his situation. 

You glanced up when the fresher door opened and you listened as Ezra made his way back into the living area to stow the lunaxium. 

“I’m in bed.” You called out and instead of answering, Ezra meandered back down the corridor to your quarters. “Better?”

“I’ve got a headache.” He told you as he joined you on the bed. Ezra sank back against the durasteel wall behind him, tilting his head towards the ceiling as he rubbed at his nose. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.” You told him, sitting the datapad aside as you crossed your legs beneath you and turned towards him. 

Despite the obvious pain from his headache, his features seemed relaxed. His shoulders were sloped downwards and his breathing shallow. 

Ezra tilted his head to the side, smiling lazily at you as he blinked slowly. “I could feel you staring at me.”

“Just making sure you’re okay.” You told him, reaching out for his hand. His eyes slipped closed as you rubbed your thumb over the center of his palm. “Did you feel off?”

He nodded his head a little, dragging the back of his hand under his nose as he sniffed a little. “Just felt weird.” 

“Why don’t you lay down?”

“I’m good.” Ezra insisted, forcing himself to keep his eyes open as he stared back at you. The brown of his eyes was a mere sliver around the rim of his blown pupils. “It’s still early.” 

“What if I lay down?” 

He stared back at you like he didn’t quite understand what you were saying. “Do you need to lay down?” Ezra leaned forward then and reached out to feel your forehead. “Are you warm?”

“No.” You swatted his hand away. “But you are.”

Ezra chewed on his bottom lip, “Yeah. It’s the lunaxium.” 

You picked up your datapad and tucked it onto the shelf under your bed, before climbing over his legs to lay down. “Come here. Just lay down and relax.”

“I feel really relaxed right now.” He drawled out as he moved to sprawl out on the bed beside you, staring up at the ceiling. “How do you feel?”

You turned onto your side to face him. “Always so worried about me.” You smiled at him as you played your fingers through his hair, before trailing your fingertips down his cheek. “How do you feel right now?” 

Ezra leaned into your touch, “Comfortably warm and my skin is a little tingly.” He sniffed a little, pinching at his nose. “And my head hurts.” 

“Does your head always hurt when you use the lunaxium?”

He hesitated for a moment before answering, “Only when I wait too long.” 

“Ezra.” 

“I hate it, moonbeam.” He curled his arm around you and pulled you towards him.

“I know.” You cradled the back of his head gently. “But it’s not like I haven’t seen you use lunaxium before. Or at least the after effects.”

Ezra sighed heavily. “I despise being beholden to a handful of moon dust.”

“And I despise knowing that you’re in pain.” You pressed your lips to his cheek, before letting them linger by his ear. “You have to take care of yourself, Ezra…” You pulled his hand away from your hip and brought it to your stomach. “I’m counting on you to read our baby poems every night for bedtime.”

He exhaled shakily, his fingers fanning out over your stomach. “I want that too.” 

“Then take care of yourself.” You told him earnestly. “I’m not afraid of you or the beast, but I’m afraid of losing both of you.”

Ezra pressed his lips to your cheek, his breath hot against your skin. “I can do that.” He promised with a small nod. 

Maybe Arcadia was the answer. Maybe that’s what Proctor was working on… a way to help Sybil and Cora with the duality of their condition, to ween off lunaxium in the safety of another planet. It was worth exploring… because you wanted better for him. Ezra tried to protect you — mostly from himself. This time, you just wanted to take care of him. 

#ezra (prospect) #ezra x reader #pedro pascal ezra #ezra (prospect) x reader #pedro pascal x reader

[starryjoongs]

false god | hhj (2/2)

⇢ summary: you’ve already done a lot of sins in your life, the latest one being taking your saving grace’s innocence.

⇢ pairing: hyunjin (stray kids) x female reader

⇢ word count: 1.6k

⇢ warnings: corruption kink, premarital but protected first time sex, somewhat dirty talk

⇢ author’s note: since it’s hyunjin’s birthday, here’s the second part of false god! i hope i didn’t keep you waiting for too long; if i did, i promise the wait was worth it. tagging @honeybinnies​ who’s always the first one to know about the fics i’ve done, the ones i’m currently doing, and the ones i want to do. you can read the first part here, if you haven’t yet or you just want to refresh your memory. enjoy and stay safe! x

“oh my god.”

the words spill out of hyunjin’s mouth while yours is occupied with pleasuring his hard shaft. throughout his years of going to church, he knows better than to take the lord’s name in vain.

he’s been going against everything he knows thanks to you. you opened his eyes and his mind to other things, questioning his moral and religious convictions.

you giggle around his length as you continue sucking him off in the driver's seat of his dad's car. the adrenaline rush that comes with corrupting him is exciting; it’s always been you who’s being corrupted but now, you’re doing it to someone else and it is exhilarating. what makes your head spin is that he consented to it, he wants you as much as you want him.

a string of loud moan comes out of hyunjin as you begin gagging on his length, his tip hitting the back of your throat repeatedly. as much as you want to taste his warm release, you stop what you’re doing to him. his erection slips out of your mouth with a lewd pop. hyunjin takes a deep breath, only realizing that he was holding it after doing it. he’s already looking so blissful just from receiving a blowjob from you; you know he’s only going to look even better once you finally ride him until you both reach cloud nine.

“did you get what i asked you to buy the other day?” you ask him in a sweet tone as you cup his right cheek, brushing your thumb back and forth on it.

he swallows. “yeah, i-it’s in the glove compartment.”

you turn around and open the glove compartment, seeing the box of condoms. you quickly take out a packet to present the object to him. “good job, jinnie.”

he smiles when you praise him. as you open a packet, he sits there feeling awkward, his shaft oozing precum. he shifts in the driver’s seat, unsure of what to do. it’s not that he doesn’t have any idea how to touch himself, but he would rather be a good boy and wait for you.

his patience doesn’t go unnoticed. hyunjin watches you put the tip of the condom in your mouth, shielding your teeth with your lips. before he can ask you what you’re doing, you lightly push him back against the driver’s seat, your right hand stroking his right thigh as you go down on him, putting the condom on him using your mouth. once it’s on, you stroke his length a few times before shedding your panties. you climb his lap, straddling him then lifting your skirt. he’s never been this close to a girl before, causing his heart to pound against his chest rapidly, the muscle like a prisoner wanting out of his or her cell. he finds your scent euphoric, unable to think of anything or anyone else but you, and how he might be incapable of making you feel as good as you’re making him due to his inexperience.

however, you’re not thinking of that—you’re too drunk on the fact that you’re going to be his first time in his dad’s car.

after lowering the driver’s seat, you press your body against hyunjin’s. a soft sigh escapes his full lips as you drag his length between your slick folds, letting him feel a little bit of you. he has his hands on your hips, curious about how the rest of your would feel against his palms.

“please, y/n,” he begs prettily, making it hard for you to deny yourself and him of what you both want.

“tell me you want this as much as i do.” you say to him despite already knowing the answer, giving him a lingering kiss on his lips before moving on to sprinkle kisses on his jaw, earning yourself another sigh from him.

“i want you, y/n. i’m ready.”

he gasps when he feels you leaving a mark on his neck, soothing it with a couple of swipes of your tongue before grabbing the base of his length. you give him a few pumps before aligning his tip to your waiting, wet entrance. you look into his eyes as you do this, smirking at him, loving the way he looks beneath you with his silky hair falling backwards. you slowly sink yourself down on him, holding onto his shoulders.

hyunjin’s hold on your waist tightens, as tight as your walls are around him. he lets out a loud moan, his breath making the car windows steamy. he has his eyes closed and seeing him like that feels like fire is licking your skin, scalding you.

having you wrapped around him is much better than using his right hand, and warmer. in just a few minutes he’s completely covered in your sticky essence, your breasts now bare after you brought the sleeves of your blouse down. hyunjin fondles it as you bounce slowly on top of him, singing a duet consisting of moans and whines with him.

it doesn’t take long for him and you to reach a crescendo.

even if you were the one who set the pace, hyunjin gradually took over. after moving his his upwards a few times, you call out his name before cussing.

“are you okay?” he asks, stopping his thrusts. you whine then nod.

“i am,” you say breathlessly. “please, do that again?”

he’s not sure what he did that has you yelling his name, but he moves his hips from side to side until thrusting upwards again. a long moan comes out of you, and he does it a few times until you’re yelling his name once more.

“how do you feel so good? how are you so good?” you say incoherently in his right ear before moaning. he smirks, giving himself a pat on his shoulder in his head. he somewhat prepared for that night with you by watching porn days prior, going through pages of it until he found ones that were more passionate instead of brutal.

he smirks as he wraps his arms around you, a gesture you find endearing and comforting. your arms go around his neck as you kiss him, moaning in his mouth as you meet each and every one of his thrusts. by the time you and him are close, all of the car windows are steamy and the car is rocking slightly on its spot.

“i can’t hold myself back much longer.” he says in an apologetic tone against your neck before giving it a kiss.

“i’m going to come—hyunjin, hyunjin!”

you completely let go, coming all over him, the delicious heat surging to every part of your body. he whines as his thrusts become sloppy.

“y/n!”

he shoots his load in the condom as your nails dug into the delicate skin of his shoulders, continuing to ride him despite feeling sensitive to ease your orgasms.

nothing’s heard in the car for a few minutes except for the two of you breathing. you giggle into his neck as he runs his fingertips up and down your sweaty back, tracing your spine. you pull back to look at his spent face, a small smile appearing on it when he sees you.

“i think i found someone new to worship.”

he reaches up to kiss you and you kiss him back, laughing softly into his mouth. you push him back playfully against the driver’s seat, his eyes becoming a little wide.

“how blasphemous,” you click your tongue as if you’re scolding him. “you can worship me on another day, but sunday belongs to god. okay?”

he nods obediently, his adam’s apple bobbing. good lord, he’s so cute, you think to yourself as you slowly get off of him, returning to the passenger seat and taking out wet wipes from your purse. hyunjin starts cleaning up by taking the used condom off of him, tying its open end before taking a paper bag out of the glove compartment and putting the soiled item in it. as he makes himself presentable, you couldn’t help but see him in a new light.

once you two look decent again, he drives you home. the ride to your place was filled with nervous chatter, the two of you unsure of what to talk about after what you both just did. both of you were feeling shy, wanting to ask the other what you two are now.

however, neither hyunjin nor you said what was on your minds.

when you two get to your house he remains on your porch, standing awkwardly and trying to look interested in the exterior of the place you’re staying in. you smile to yourself before closing the gap between you two, placing a kiss on his cheek.

“let’s go on a date after church tomorrow, even though we’ve been doing that the second time we saw each other.”

“having dinner with you at the diner were dates?” hyunjin asks, his cheeks red. you laugh, pinching his cheek lightly.

“i’m just teasing you, tomorrow night will be our first one. i know a place, you’ll be driving as usual. good night, hyunjin.”

“good night, y/n, i’ll see you tomorrow!”

you two smile at each other before you disappear behind your house’s front door, leaving hyunjin smiling from ear to ear, his fingers clutching the cross pendant of his silver necklace.

he feels different, though he’s not sure how exactly. as he walks back to his car, he looks over his shoulder and your face pops up in his mind, making his knees weak. there’s nothing that can change his mind that god sent you to him.

#stray kids smut #stray kids blurbs #skz smut #hyunjin smut #Stray Kids #skz #skz blurbs #stray kids fanfiction #skz fanfiction #skz imagines #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #skz scenarios #kpop smut #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop fanfiction #Hyunjin #skz hyunjin #prince #Hwang Hyunjin #stray kids hyunjin

[nightstalkerhunterguardian]

Tragedy

I keep coming up with in-between scenarios while writing other shit so I mean. 

Here’s another one. 

TW: descriptions of gore

Songs listened to: Panic Room by Au/Ra

Bottom of the River by Delta Rae

Go fuck yourself by Two Feet

-

The idea that they’d one day have to return to the surface of the moon only crossed Kano’s head in a hypothetical sense. She thought she had let go of what happened. Let go of the memory of Crota, of Oryx, of the Dreadnaught, of the bodies of Awoken floating out in the vacuum of space. 

PTSD was common among veteran Guardians, but few seldom talked out about it. It was almost like it all wordlessly bonded them in a sense and they had hoped that what they did on the moon would save the newer generation of Guardians the mind-numbing trauma of what had happened so long ago. 

They were wrong. 

-

She shut down once they entered the moon’s atmosphere. KillShot knew. He could tell by the way her eyes dulled. She had gotten good at shutting down in her years as a Guardian and as necessary as he knew it was, he hated it so damn badly because it took so much after the fact to tell her that she was still a person, that she still was more than a weapon or a soldier, that she was something and someone that mattered. 

She never believed it. 

She wasn’t brought back because she was special or she was unique or any other optimistic reason that Killshot tried to convincer her of. 

Her existence was a tool to ward off tragedy. 

Ironic is how she saw it. 

How was one tragedy supposed to fight off another?

The tag that Drifter had wound in her hair brushed gently against her jawline, along with the small jade charm that hung at the end of the tassel. Whether she was a joke to him or he was trying to make a point, she never bothered to ask but for some reason, she couldn't find it in her to take it out, no matter how many times she cut her hair. The tag remained. 

Landing on the moon and transmatting to the surface made her stomach lurch and she wanted to throw up in her helmet but she held it down and made her way through the base, Thorn in her hand. 

She had received an earful from numerous people over the gun she now kept at her side, but she refused to listen to any of it. It did it’s job and so did she. 

They were red. Covered in thorns and filled with something far deeper than rage or pure animalistic instinct. It seemed almost symbolic. Religious. 

It didn’t matter to her. 

Thorns jutted viciously up each hive body she dropped and she walked by each corpse as if something corrupted didn't follow her with each shot. Like she herself wasn’t becoming something vicious while wrapped in her own cocoon of pain and loneliness and fading sanity. 

Times like this, she really wished the man with the golden gun would've taken the shot at her when he had the chance. But maybe he knew she’d become this. He had to of.

The path she traveled the farther she went slowly became emptier as she passed through a haze and into a cleared path, overlooked by a cliff. 

A cliff with something looking at her atop it. 

A sharp pang of something hit her hard in her stomach before crawling into her chest, making her gasp for air and tears blur her vision. Killshot quickly makes his way to her side, scanning her over to check her. 

“What is it? What’s wrong?” he asks, panicked, despite how something feels wrong to him too. 

Her line of sight goes back up to the cliff above, looking at the figures floating ominously, hovering as if they were watching them. 

It felt like an overwhelming amount of panic and sadness and distress was spreading through her chest cavity, crushing her lungs and threatening to break her ribs just to escape and she clawed at the ground below to try to get a hold of herself. 

Her legs were shaky by the time she was able to pull herself up from her knees and continue along the steep path, the looming figures still watching them. 

The sudden wave of scarlet hive that appeared didn't surprise her, each bullet and grenade hitting its mark and clearing the area as they approached the hazy red aura at the edge of the cliff. 

Memories quickly flashed behind her eyes when she reached her hand out to touch it and suddenly, she realized it wasn’t a memory. 

It was real. 

A nightmare that was supposed to remain in the past. 

It was here. 

-

The rapid haze of black and white and green that obscured her vision soon spat her out in a giant scarlet room, large barbs and broken stone surrounding them.

“Eris Morn...” she murmured, slowly approaching.

If there was anyone in the ‘verse that she felt an unspoken relation to, it was Eris. The primary difference between them, however, was Eris’s will to live. Her continuous fight to survive in spite of her tragedy.

Kano was ready to let it kill and consume her.

Maybe that’s why Eris was willing to share the memories of her fallen friends. To show that it was possible to overcome. Accept. That there was something to live for in the smoldering ashes of tragedy and pain.

It was...revealing to say the least and Kano couldn’t imagine how it felt for Eris to admit to the ache in her being while nightmares of her comrades loomed over her shoulder but she also noticed how she would stand a little straighter each time she remembered them. Their quirks and personalities. She hunched less as if the box she had been closed into was slowly expanding and she could stretch more and more.

Kano was proud of her. There was no denying that. She remembered when she first met her in the old tower, how she stayed crowded in a corner beside the staircase and muttered often of the growing threat of the taken and hive. The eerie green glow that emanated from where her eyes should’ve been was captivating in a way Kano couldn’t describe but she also didn’t seem to be very fond of company, so she kept her distance.

The talk that ensued between her, Eris, and Ikora had another type of whisper creeping into her head but she ignored it, at least for now.

She knew it would come back.

-

The chiming of metal was slow. Periodic. It followed a slow but sickening rhythm that only ever made anyone within earshot uncomfortable.

Only KillShot could hear it, though.

Had he any other choice, he’d simply leave, fade away in shimmering blue and white vapor. But there was a problem.

His Guardian was hanging from those same chains.

The twisted lengths the Hive would go to to experiment and make examples of Guardians was, in short, disgusting and to see that same hostility and viciousness taken out on his Guardian made it worse.

Kano’s body had stopped swinging by now, the chains having settled finally in the silence of the dim green halls. He could rez her but it wouldn’t do any good. The hooks they had used to hang her form from the ceiling needed to be removed or else she’d simply come back in the same excruciating pain she suffered before succumbing to the torture.

A hook was driven through the palms of each of her hands, spreading her arms out wide to her sides. A much larger hook had been driven through her back and was jutting from her chest, supporting most of her weight and keeping her body suspended in what could only be described as a sadistic mockery of a crucifixion.

It made KillShot want to be sick in ways he didn’t have a body for.

He tried to cut through the chains as best he could, managing to free one arm with a strong enough beam of laser light before moving onto the next, listening out for approaching Hive through the halls.

The clanking of the metal was loud against her limp form but it was overtaken by the sound of Knight footsteps thumping against the floor and crushing old bone beneath its approaching feet. KillShot quickly hid in Kano’s hood, nestling into her black hair.

It approaches, dragging its sword with it. A metal screech. A warped growl. And slowly, the footsteps leave. He peeks from the curtain of black hair he’s hidden in and emerges once the threat is gone, doing his best to cut through the large chain until finally, the chain breaks and his Guardian falls down into the pile of bone below, the crunch following indecipherable between her bones or the ones her body falls atop.

He won’t deny being panicked. Scared. They’re alone in the dark below the moon’s surface. They have no team. But he settles himself and broadcasts out a message as far as the suffocating Hive around them will allow it to travel.

“If anybody can hear this message, my Guardian is down. We are in need of assistance. Please, if you can lock onto my signal, we are in need of help. There are potential threats lingering and my Guardian is down.”

He sends the signal out and waits, staying hidden alongside his Guardian’s body.

Time passes and fear begins to set in. He needs to rez her but the hooks remain. Her helmet stays on but he can see the splatter of blood on the inside from when she had been choking on it.

Gunfire sounds off down the hall. It’s not loud and thundering like Hive boomers. It’s quick, cracking, and from the shrieks sounding after each shot, it’s hitting its targets. Rapid taps follow. Running.

Is that...? Did somebody catch his signal?

Red.

He sees red. But it’s not threatening and he realizes who it is. He rises from his spot and greets the Guardian who meets him, head turning to the body.

“Attack! I-I...” KillShot gathers himself for a second. “I can’t get the hooks out. I can’t rez her like this or she’ll just die again and-“ but the Guardian holds his hand up and nods, holstering his gun.

“It’s okay. I’m here to help”. He simply nods and glides aside, letting him approach her body as he takes her hand and begins working the jagged metal from the flesh. The squelching and popping makes him shudder but he allows Attack to pull the metal away and toss it aside before working on the other hand.

“You’re okay, buddy”, Attack says and the small ghost turns to him. “It’s gonna be okay. Luckily, worm rot hasn’t made it to her”. The reassurance sounds grim but it still works. Another clatter and he pulls the body up by the shoulders, surveying the damage before propping her up and crouching behind her.

“I’m gonna have to pull the hook through”, he sighs. “I can cut off the back and just pull out that half though”. He pulls out his knife and it glows with solar light that manages to cut through the metal quickly. He sheathes the blade and grabs the end jutting from her chest. Her back is leaned against his chest and he pulls her towards him while pushing against the hook and after a moment of stomach turning slick and sticky sounding shuffling, the hook finally clatters against the bone and floor.

KillShot is already scanning over her body and a shutter rattles through her chest before she jolts up, gasping.

“Welcome back, kid”, he says, clapping a hand against her shoulder. “You got put through the fuckin’ wringer by the looks of it”.

Her breathing is heavy and her hands clench in the remains beneath.

“When did you get here?” She asks, ignoring the comment. He nods his head to KillShot.

“Your friend sent out an SOS and I managed to catch it”.

She swallows and the taste of blood is still thick in her mouth.

She’s frustrated and it’s clear to see. The torture she’d been subjected to was agonizing to say the least and she stood from her spot, kicking the hook down the hall, making it bounce off the floor.

Attack says nothing and simply watches her pull Thorn from her hip in a grip that makes her gloves squeak under her hold.

Between the whispers in her head, the looming shadows hovering above, and the nightmares resurfacing, she was breaking.

She screamed. At nothing, at nobody. Just screamed.

-

In front of her, she can see Eris flinch away from her nightmares. She’s seated on the top of the small building across from her, cigarette hanging from her lips. She doesn’t know that her cigarette is halfway burnt up, the ash never falling while the smoke swirls over her head.

She doesn’t flinch away or even look when a familiar form seats itself beside her. All she does is hold her lit lighter to him for a moment. A puff of smoke makes her pocket the lighter and she otherwise remains still, gaze fixed on nothing until a small veil of light washes over her eyes and she looks up at the now unblurry form of Eris, flinching away from the remaining shadows that loom beside her.

She can feel the tag in her hair move as Attack takes a look at the writing on it before grasping the charm that hangs from the tassel at the end. It’s a snake. Of course it is. There’s no surprise in the carving itself but the detail and time put into it is something to take a moment to gander at. Each scale is clear and smooth and the way it coils around itself is mesmerizing for such a small object.

“...Tragedy”, she mumbles. Attack glances at her as the ash of her cigarette finally falls to dust on her thigh. “...it says tragedy”.

“That so?” He asks. She simply nods and the tag swings below her jaw when he lets it go. “Not one to make assumptions but the snake on it kinda hints at who gave you that”. Another nod confirms his guess.

“...don’t really enjoy giving credit to a man that reads people like cheap books but I suppose he makes his points when needed”, she says, breathing out a cloud of smoke. “More so when he’s right”.

He’d like to make a quip. A snippy remark, a sarcastic jab. Anything to lighten the mood but there isn’t much to work with at the moment, so he settles for taking another drag of his cigarette.

“...We never should’ve come here”.

There’s truth in what she says. Human nature demands that curiosity be sated at the cost of what may become of it. She knows it, he knows it, but it’s too late for knowing. The damage was done too long ago for regrets to form. The slump in her shoulders says she’s already carrying the weight of too many, some she can’t even recall in a life she isn’t privy to.

The butt of her cigarette is flicked away and her hand comes up to rub against her chest with a frown etched into her face. The convenience of remembering each death she had endured yet not being able to remember her final death from before seemed more and more fucked up everytime she died. And as she said before.

Human curiosity demands to be sated.

The way her fist clenches against her chest plate doesn’t go unnoticed and Attack sighs and rests a comforting hand atop her head of unruly black hair that had been pulled into a messy top knot, her shaved sides visible.

“You’re allowed to be hurt, ya know?” He finally says. It catches her off guard but she doesn’t show it. “You’re allowed to feel hurt and angry and sad. Just...just try not to stay there too long or else getting outs gonna be harder”. She scoffs but allows his hand to remain.

“I wouldn’t have a purpose if I did...”

-

We in them sad boi hours my dudes ✌🏼😎

As usual, Attack is @guardian-headcanons and Kano is mine.

Shit has been ✨r o u g h✨

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[fortheloveoffanfic]

Closer

John Wick x Reader. A/n I’ve been listening to Nine Inch Nails on repeat for days now and then I got to thinking, “I bet John Wick could be really rough in bed if he wanted to,” and then this happened .Reading and writing smut has always been very awkward for me, because really, I’m f**king awkward, I hope it hasn’t translated here though. Major NSFW warning.

“I wanna fuck you like an animal, I wanna feel you from the inside…”

Y/n walked a few paces in front of John her hips swaying in the tight fabric of her black jeans, her heels thudded softly against the carpeted floor. Before she could even get to her room, she was already peeling of her leather jacket, revealing the bruises that were littered up her arms. “This thing is filthy,” She held it up with her pointer and middle fingers, “And it smells like blood.”

“That’s your problem with this situation?” John scoffed, she always spent more annoyance on trivial things as opposed to things that actually mattered. “You almost died tonight. Fuck, we both almost died tonight.”

John didn’t see it, but he knew that she rolled her eyes, “Okay, attitude not necessary, and first of all, we almost die every week but we’re still here. And second of all, this is designer John. Cole Hann,” Y/n gave the jacket a playful shake.

John tried to laugh off her comment. Hell, he tried to listen to whatever snarky remark she had followed it up with. But he simply could not. John was too distracted by the sway of her hips as they drew closer to the end of the hall where their rooms were. How her weapon holsters were tight around her thighs, over skin tight jeans. They way the plain black tank top hugged her perfect curves. John found himself wondering if her skin was as soft as it appeared, if Y/n looked as good out of those clothes as he’d imagined. For a while now, John had found himself liking her in a way that friendship and allegiance couldn’t explain, but tonight, his crude thoughts had dominated his mind and was secretly the reason why they had almost gotten killed.

They stopped between the last two doors at the end of the corridor. John’s room on the left, Y/n’s on the right. As they lingered in front of her open door, Y/n met John’s gaze, she found that there was something in his eyes that made heat stir in her center. Y/n’s own sly, hooded stare darkened, accompanying a suggestive smirk. She’d be lying if she said that she had never wondered what John was like out of his signature suit. Maybe tonight she would be lucky enough to find out. “Want to come in?” Tension hung between them, “For drinks?” Y/n took her full, plum stained bottom lip between her teeth.

John didn’t respond immediately, but when he did, it wasn’t with words. His calloused fingers found the sliver of exposed sink between the hem of her top and the waist of her jeans and he crashed his lips against Y/n’s as she stumbled forward. “Yes or no?” He mumbled into her mouth, unable to form any other words that might have been more civil.

Y/n was already yanking John’s white shirt out of his pants, unbuttoning it from the bottom, “What do you think old man?”

“Old man?” John growled, moving his hands to cup her backside before encouraging her legs around his waist. Effortlessly, John lifted Y/n off the ground only to deposit her a top the soft sheets of the queen sized bed shortly after. “You should have some respect, little girl.” 

His words intensified the pooling heat in her center and at a painfully slow pace, John shrugged off his open jacket and shirt, letting it fall to the floor. Y/n scooted up higher on the bed, propping herself on her elbows to get a better look at him. He was much better a than she anticipated. His body was a firm work of art and had the slightest definition. John’s chest was littered with scars, shining in the low lighting and there were new bruises as well. 

Kicking off his shoes, John kneeled on the bed, between Y/n’s spread legs, harshly grabbing her by the feet, pulling off her shoes. Then, he undid her pants, slowly peeling them off, letting them fall where they pleased. His fingers slipped beneath the lace of Y/n’s thong and his pressed his lips high on her inner thigh, nipping and sucking the soft flesh. Her unmanned leg laid loosely, toes curled as John worked his way to so his face was pressed to the dampening fabric of her underwear, breathing in her alluring scent. She grabbed fistfuls of the sheets when he suddenly ripped her panties at the sides, discarding them near by. “John….”

He pulled her legs up, positioning them on his shoulders so half of her body was off the bed, and John pressed an opened mouthed kiss to her sex, his tongue dancing about the bundle of nerves there, sending pleasurable shocks that Y/n swore she could feel all they way in her fingertips. Her legs stiffened around his neck as he continued, her heels digging into his shoulder blades, “John,” she mewled but he didn’t respond. His tongue roamed lower between her folds as his hands travelled up her body, eventually squeezing her breasts, his fingers toying with her nipples.

Y/n gladly submitted to John, letting him have his way with her however he pleased. Her first orgasm came quickly and when John dropped Y/n’s legs to his sides, his scruff glistened as proof of where he had just been. He didn’t give a chance to catch her breath, taking her wrists in his large hands, pinning them to the mattress, right above her head, crashing his lips to hers. Y/n tasted herself on John as his tongue swirled around her mouth, establishing his dominance. Wrapping her legs around him, Y/n tried to rub her over sensitive sex against his erection straining against his slacks and boxers. Y/n didn’t want it to end until John had fucked her till she ached. “What does the little girl want?” He whispered harshly into her ear, biting the soft flesh at her earlobe. 

“You,” Y/n mumbled barley coherently, her hips bucking upwards. The rough fabric of his pants created friction, but it wasn’t enough. 

“Use your words baby, I want you to beg for it.” John ordered, “Beg for my cock to fuck you good.”

“John…..please. I want you to fuck me…” Y/n moans and John tugged her legs so she was half in his lap, his clothed erection is brushing her soaked entrance. “Please,” she begged. 

Quickly, and harshly, John flipped Y/n over onto her stomach, “Don’t move,” he ordered getting off the bed. In a few short, hurried movements, John got rid of his pants and boxers and when he glanced towards the bed, Y/n was sprawled out her stomach, her face turned to him. She bit her lip, admiring his naked form, brushing away messy hair from lust blown eyes. 

Climbing back onto the bed, John hovered over her back, grabbing a fistful of her hair, tugging roughly, “Didn’t I tell you to stay put?” Y/n swallowed thickly, trying to contain her excitement, nodding tightly against his grip. “Words,” he growled, his mouth close to her ear, his breath warm against her skin.

“You did,” she confessed, words strained as she arched herself to encourage him. John’s free hand skimmed the length of her body, his touch feather light and teasing, only lingering when he stopped to grope her hips and then her ass. Y/n squirmed beneath him, her body longing for more. “John,” she pleaded, “Please…”

In harsh, hurried movements, John flipped her again, so Y/n was on her back, her hands immediately raising to run her fingers along his chest, scraping her nails over the shine of old scars. Again, she bucked her hips and this time, involuntarily, John did as well, groaning as his tip brushed her wetness. 

Single-handedly, John squeezed Y/n’s hands above her head, leaning down so her hardened nipples were pressed to his chest as her legs snaked around his hips. Without warning, John slammed into her, the violent movement almost painful, jerking Y/n deeper into the mattress and further into the pillows. She yelped in surprised when he pulled out fully before thrusting back in, just as violently.

John’s slow, rugged pace continued for a while, with his face buried in her neck, sucking purple-ish spots into her silky skin. She tasted like perfume, salt and desire and John was reveling in every second of it. Neither of them wanted it to end just yet, no one had ever stretched her the way John had, reaching her deepest points of pleasure with each roll of his hips. 

Though, after a while, John grew impatient and Y/n’s pleas for, “Faster,” grew more frequent. Finally releasing her hands, John groaned as her nails dug into his shoulder blades. He held her hips in place, steading her in anticipation for a faster pace. Her sounds were some kind of corrupted heaven, the devil’s music bouncing off the walls just for him; as breathy yelps escaped her lips and she sung garbled pleas. 

As John drew closer to his climax, he pressed his sweaty forehead to hers, “Louder baby, let them know who’s fucking you good.”

Gasping loudly, Y/n’s nails dug deeper into his skin, “John! Fuck John!” She screamed.

“Good girl,” he managed before harshly commanding, “Come for me baby girl.”

Beside them, on the table, the phone shrieked angrily, probably with a pesky noise complaint on the other end. But neither of them heard it and Y/n unraveled, pleasure gushing out of her, leaking onto their thighs and sheets, “God, John!” 

Her cries of ecstasy were enough to have him following close behind, obscured, obscene praises grunted into Y/n’s ear as he throbbed and twitched inside of her, “Fuck Y/n, you’re so fucking good.”

After a while, John had rolled off of Y/n and they laid side by side. Their bodies glistened with exertion and their chests heaving with quick breaths. The phone had stopped ringing, with the caller probably growing tried of trying to reach them. 

It didn’t take long for the ache around her lower half to set in and Y/n knew she would be nursing it in the coming days, without the slightest hint of regret. As she brushed some hair out of her face, Y/n’s breathing evened and she laughed quietly.

“What?” John asked, turning his gaze to her profile, in awe of how she could still look so distractingly gorgeous in her disheveled state.

“Nothing,” Y/n propped herself on an angled elbow, tracing absent circles on his chest, “It’s just…you’re very rough for an old man.”

John scoffed at her tease, dragging his bottom lip between his teeth before gathering Y/n in his arms, “You’re still with that huh?” Her only response was a challenging smirk. John dragged her up with him and soon she was straddling his lap, “I’m going to have to teach you a lesson, little girl.”

“Oh?” Y/n pouted, her eyes still twinkling with mischief.

John urged her off of him, getting off the bed, expertly searching through the near darkness, only returning when he found what he wanted. “Yeah,” he grinned arrogantly and finally she caught a glimpse of what he was holding. “You should have some respect for your elders,” John mused, running the cool leather of his belt through his fingers. “Now, are you ready to learn, little Y/n?”

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[midnightsdarkangel]

The Woes of Duality (6/?)

Summary: Patton always sees the good in everyone, even in someone such as Deceit. But while he slowly helps the dark sides to see the good in people, something else is changing, and not for the better

Notes: SLAM DUNKS IN. Im so sorry this took forever to update, especially with the cliffhanger i left off on chapter 5 wopes! The good news is chapter 7 is underway and being written so hopefully I wont leave you all waiting so long next time (i h o p e) The only warning this chapter is small mentions of body horror but very mild. 

Now, on with the story~!

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“Ow! Logan, I can't be sitting around here we need to- Gah!”

Virgil whined, struggling in Logan's grip. It was only a while ago that Logan and Roman had come into the living room with the curiosity of all the shouting and banging, only to panic at the sight of Virgil laying on the floor groaning in pain. He kept mumbling under his breath about Patton but had no energy to sit up as his arms would cave in under the weight of his body, bruises formed at his arms and neck. Roman was the first to rush into action; gently lifting Virgil up he carried him to the nearest sofa that wasn't damaged in the crossfire.

Logan bit his lip,trying to focus on helping Virgil, but he was getting frustrated with how much the anxious side was moving about. Every two seconds he would stand up ready to run away but with little to no strength completely forgetting that Logan was trying to help in the first place, yet it was fairly easy for Logan to tug him back down. Roman was sitting beside the two looking panicked; Virgil wasn't making any sense and they had no what happened to Patton or where he was. The only thing that was coherent from Virgil was that Patton was in deep trouble and something about shadows, but he was speaking too fast for them to try and decipher. His eyes moving around frantically in fear frustrated that they wouldn't let him go.

“Virgil please, I cannot tend to your wounds if you move around so frequently. Take a deep breath and then tell us what the matter is.”

Logan sternly commanded, grabbing his shoulders firmly and turning Virgil around to face him. Prompting him to breathe in and out with him in hopes that Virgil would calm down. It took a few turns before Virgil's shoulders finally slouched in defeat as he rubbed his eyes in exhaustion.

“Im sorry….I’m just so worried for Patton.” He mumbled in short breaths.

“You still have not told us what happened to him-ah! In full detail I mean Virgil, we could not make sense of your ramblings earlier on.”

Virgil huffed at that and crossed his arms, hissing in pain as Logan gently wrapped a bandage around his left arm. There were some scrapes as well that had bled a bit. Logan knew it was more effective to treat those as well, even if they were minor to the rest since he did not want Virgil to potentially get an infection. Virgil was silently watching Logan focus before speaking up as he sighed and took a deep breath;

“Ok so-”

But before Virgil could explain, the door to the living room was thrusted open with a force that startled the others into bracing themselves for action. Roman was already standing up, stumbling for balance as he grabbed his sword in defense. Logan had stood up immediately in front of Virgil for protection if it happened to be the shadows back again for more. Virgil had fallen off of the sofa in shock but quickly peered over the edge only to frown when he saw who bursted in.

“I mean harm!”

Deceit.

“No ok that sounded wrong-”

Roman had gasped in offense over Deceits declaration and was now posed with confidence to strike the dark side down. However Logan and Virgil knew very well Deceit was lying per the norm and had meant to say he meant no harm to the others, but with the timing and how he shouted it with such intensity really the situation almost comical if it weren't for pressing matters.

“Roman n- Roman he’s lying, put your sword away.”

Virgil grumbled rubbing his eyes as he stood up only to wobble slightly and have to grip to the edge of the sofa for support as he glared at Deceit. Roman was reluctant, but he did as he was told and withdrew his sword from the side,putting it back in its sheath. However he made sure to stroll straight over to Virgil and Logan, not trusting Deceit for a split second as he tapped his foot impatiently;

“Can someone PLEASE tell me what's going on here? Why is HE here?”

Virgil lifted a hand to Roman motioning to him to be quiet for a second as he took a deep breath; he looked to Deceit with a cautious glare but knew the other side at this point did care for Patton that if he was here alone, something bad happened. That meant telling the other two however….

“Patton's been...going to the darksiders mindscape for a while now, Patton wanted to get closer with Deceit so he went behind our backs. But because he was in there for too long, its started to mess with his mind and that's what caused him to lash out at me today.”

He flinched a bit at Romans sudden inhale of breath, even Logan did a double take at Virgil, looking now at him and Deceit skeptically.

“And where IS Patton now?”

That was Deceits turn to now speak up as they all looked to him expectantly. His body lowering in regret, feeling ashamed. Virgil however could pick up that Deceit had the same wounds he did, if not maybe worse from how he wobbled sometimes in one spot. That put a pit in Virgil's stomach, Patton must’ve lost it again….

“He wasn't taken by the beast that dwells below the mindscapes floors. I didn't fight back, There was no point...”

Suddenly he saw the anxious side dart over to him grabbing him by the shoulders, ignoring his own injuries and looked up at Deceit with a frantic look that mirrored how he felt inside as he gulped silently watching the panic rise in Virgil's form; “N-No, you’re lying right now...No No- when was this!? We have to get him out of there right now!”

Logan noticed Virgil's breathing pick up significantly as he quickly came up to the two of them, placing a hand on Virgil's that gripped Deceits cloak ferociously shaking it in his grip. When Virgil let go he dropped to one knee feeling sick with fear and dread. His mind was clouding with panic as he grabbed the fabric against his chest rising up and down quicker and quicker.

Deceit looked helpless not knowing how to help him as he stood in fear of making things worse. Logan was already going down to Virgil’s side and took his hands in his and started follow the step by step breathing process. Mumbling to him he was doing a good job as Virgil whimpered feeling the tears fall pour down his face onto his lap.

When he felt Virgil could contain a consistent breathing pattern he looked up to Deceit;

“You’re going to have to explain to us what this means, I am afraid Virgil keeps the dark side hidden for rather good reasons due to his own experiences. What is the repercussions of this supposed beast taking Patton?”

Deceit shakingly nodded, glad that Logan was not shouting at him or looking at him like it was his fault. He couldn't say the same for Roman, however, as he could see the taller side slowly come up to Virgil lowering himself down to hug him from behind to keep him distracted by stroking his hair softly, yet he kept his gaze at Deceit wearily wanting to know as much as Logan what this meant for Patton.

Squeezing his hands tightly and releasing to let go some of the tension he tried his best to explain this the best way he could, he had left one of his snakes back in his room and the other was currently with Patton so he sadly couldn't speak without telling lies but he would have to try his best.

“Our mindscape works the same as yours, the place where all of Thomas’s deepest and repressed emotions go. Because there isn't so much negative energy festered in that realm, it became alive. A terrifying creature was created, below the grounds of the dark realm where a deeper level lies that no side can go in unless they don't want to lose their very minds. Anyone whose dragged under there will immediately be changed to fit the world and will be trapped there forever. The very walls breathe and you’re always being watched by the very beast that roams the lower parts of the realm where there is sense of reason and rhyme.”

He swallowed nervously letting that first sink in watching the two other sides look almost disturbed and frightened by these news;

“Wait a moment, the dark side’s mindscape is a living breathing monster?!”

Roman looked up, a sudden fear now washing over him at the very thought but he looked down to see Virgil tug at Logan and Roman. He had calmed down a bit but his body was still shaking;

“He’s right... There's two levels to that world. T-The one above is where Deceit and the other sides reside, but below is nothing but a dark sea of corruption and repressed memories that Thomas wanted to lock up forever. If Patton's been dragged down there, he’s at the core of all of it, they won't let him go...not until they’ve changed him completely.” His knuckles whitened at how hard he had his hands clenched against Logan’s; “That's what the realm does, it hunts on prey that enters its realm that doesn't belong there...it will follow you, corrupt you ever so slowly until your ready to be dragged down...I didn't tell any of you because there was always a fear that you guys might’ve went in there in hopes to stop that thing….But Patton he-”

“He didn't go in there for me.”

Deceit continued looking weary and tired. His heart aching over how he could let this happen, the ghost of Patton's lingering touch still haunted him. How his hands felt so perfect in place with Deceits. The shadow of a faint warmth on his lips from when the two kissed. God he loved Patton, he missed him so much that he didn't care that he ran straight to the light sides realm in hopes they would save Patton. Just thinking of how alone Patton was right now with those monsters tugged his heart painfully.

No side before had been corrupted, or well not when Deceit first opened his eyes to this realm. The dark sides were different, when one would be created they just laid, soaking wet on the glass floor as if they submerged from the very waters themselves, they would know in that moment exactly what their role was and where to go. For awhile they would not have a corporal body, Deceit remembered when he woke up to see he was indistinguishable apart from the scales that littered his face. And yet that felt completely normal to him. Until the day Thomas’s learnt of his existence did he start to slowly see his real body, the cloak that wrapped around his body, his hair that tufted above his face, he suddenly had an identity he was not aware he even had…

Not all the sides however were as lucky as he was; he had learnt rather fast after that point that no one could see their true forms until they were brought into the ‘light’. How poetic. Yet...A light side to turn into a darkside was still something he had not witnessed, but the implications unnerved him deeply. Shaking his head he looked to them urgently;

“Please...I don't want you guys to come with me.”

Roman made a noise of hesitation but saw that Virgil was already standing up trying to compose himself along with Logan who thought for a moment but nodded; “If Patton truly is in the core of all those negative feelings, there's no doubt this is also the cause of Thomas’s destructive tendencies, and if this was to carry on, there's no doubt we’ll be putting the whole system in danger.”

With a nod from the three of them, eager to go into the darkside. They all looked to Roman who looked flustered by the whole situation but took a deep breath and adopted his heroic persona.

“Well. What are we waiting for? Lead the way.”

--

Drip….

Drip…

“Mmn…?”

Patton mumbled opening his eyes, everything felt...heavy around him. His face was pressed against the floor as he could barely feel the energy to sit up. Still drifting in and out of consciousness,Patton slowly tilted his head around to see where on earth he was. He remembered the shadows taking him and everything becoming a blur when that monster grabbed him-

Oh god he was taken.

Patton tried to sit up but felt his body fight against his struggles as he fell back down on the floor with a small splash. Staring at the ceiling he could see he was in a small room covered in the same black substance the shadows inherited, it was running from the ceiling pouring down like a waterfall, and yet it would never flood the place. His body was drenched in the inky matter however, the back of his head washed in it as he couldn't help but feel….calm.

Like maybe this was not bad…

He fell asleep once more…

….

The second time he woke up,he noticed he was no longer on the floor but rather was now in a rather large cushioned throne. A long table stretched out in front of him with chairs such as his own, all of them had name tags engraved on the top of each of them. From a quick glance, he noticed these were the names of all the dark-siders that dwelled in this mindscape. However they did not sit there, the shadows of monsters did, each looking right at Patton. Some had eyes that completely covered their entire bodies, blinking in unison; some only had mouths that grinned with delight. Some were covered completely in darkness with no distinguishable traits.

“Hello Patton.”

“We’re so glad you’re awake!”

They exclaimed happily, their voices all overlapped each others in a collective hive-mind that it was difficult to pinpoint which was speaking to him individually.  Patton grumbled rubbing his eyes tiredly wearily looking at them;

“Whats...going on…?”

They all started to chuckle to themselves.

“You’re finally here, In the depths of the darkscape.”

“Your new home.”

“Anything you want can happen here Patton, as long as you stay here forever with us.”

“All you gotta do is think of it and it’ll happen!”

“Ummm ok….I guess I’d like a blanket really, it's rather cold in here-”

Before he could finish his sentence the inky substance formed in his lap taking on the shape of the blanket he had wished for; it felt warm to touch and was incredibly soft and Patton couldn't help but beam with a new found excitement as he quickly looked at the table. It was awfully empty, that couldn't do…With a concentrated thought, he managed to summon a table cloth that was colourful and patterned with spots to cover the table, on top was plates of sweets and cakes that he had enjoyed himself.

“Wow! This is amazing!”

The shadows looked content with Patton's joy;

“In your room whatever you want can happen, and we will be here if you ever need us.”

Patton hadn't really paid any attention as he hopped up from the chair and traced his hand on the table grabbing some sweets humming to himself as he took a bite melting with delight over how good they were. He wasn't even sure what he was so upset about earlier, this room was perfect! Heck he couldn't even remember anything outside of this place… However, when he happily walked around inspecting the room, he looked back to his chair with a frown; on the top of the chair was the name ‘morality’. With a small thought he was able to get the name scratched out as he clapped his hands together with a satisfied grin. There was no need for that title anymore, not here anyway.

Heck, he was bored with what he was wearing as well! With a snap of his fingers the shadows pooled around his feet and started to cover him as he closed his eyes content letting himself be changed by the darkness.

It was time for a change.

--

Deceit had managed to lead the others safely through the dark realm to the same hallway Patton had been taken away. Virgil was walking beside Deceit keeping up with his pace, feeling himself almost rush with impatience; Logan was just behind,keeping close to them looking around the area feeling a air of unease just from being there… And Roman lingered behind as protection if anyone decided to catch them from behind, his sword was ready and drawn, marching onwards making sure to keep an eye of everything around him expect for what was behind him. The rule was that everyone had to cling onto each other with Deceit as the lead- that way if one of them did turn backwards, they wouldn't be teleported back to the start and ultimately get lost from the others.

Roman faltered a bit and looked at Virgil and Deceit; “When you say Patton’s changed...how drastic are we talking here, if we find him will he even want to come back with us?” He asked feeling bad for feeling them both look suddenly ashamed and tense, but he just couldn't...wrap his head around the idea that Patton, the softest of all of them, was influenced by the darkscape. Heck, when Patton had told the others he didn't care about Thomas’s situation so casually as if there was nothing wrong had made him feel sick to the core. It was wrong...He was certain as well from the glances at Logan that he also felt unsettled and worried. They all wanted to get Patton back as soon as possible, but there was this underlying fear that Patton might turn around and say he liked this place better due to his mind being corrupted. What if they were too late and Patton never saw them with the same kindness and love he used to radiate- No...It didn't matter, he just wanted his friend back. It was clear that the others felt the way as Deceit clenched his fist tightly with a strong resolve in his eyes looking forward;

“When we find him, he’ll be completely the same and will most likely come willingly with us...but we don’t need to try. For Patton. He wouldn't do the same for any of us…..or me.” He muttered that last part under his breath but it made Romans’ view on the dark side soften considerably that Patton had managed to touch his heart like he did with the other. Deceit was right as well, Patton would drop everything despite the risks for any of them without question, he loved them all unconditionally that thinking of a life without him by their side felt….empty.

“Patton is strong, I know that no matter what hardships we might face down there, we will do it together and bring him back safe and sound.”

Logan spoke up now, he had kept silent throughout the conversation but the way his eyes lit up with a form of hope, knowing that he also had a deep appreciation and respect for the moral side was comforting for everyone to know they were on the same page. Virgil couldn't help but feel himself relax and smile softly at the others with a fond appreciation. If he had gone on his own he didn’t think he’d stand much of a chance to save Patton but with everyone here….

He felt like they could do anything.

--

It took them awhile till they finally arrived Deceit as made a small ‘ah’ noise as he crossed his arms puzzled.

“What's wrong?”

Virgil asked looking around confused as Deceit pointed at the floor in front of him. “That wasn't broken the last time I was here.”

The gaping hole that Deceit had managed to jump across when coming to find the others was nothing more now but a memory, there was no shattered glass anywhere and the floor was once again back in the state it once was before the whole mess. Walking over to the floor he gave it a small kick wondering if the floor might have still been fragile enough to break, however after a few thuds it was looking as if it would take a lot more than that to get through…

It wasn't long to notice what Deceit was trying to do as he nodded and walked over starting to kick the floor as well as hard as he could. Honestly it looked stupid what the two were doing as Roman and Logan looked to each other confused;

“Um...Virgil, why are you and Deceit banging on the floor like that?”

“This….Is…..Where….Patton...is…! We...Need...to...Break...The….Goddamn...Floor!”

Virgil grunted with each kick.

Roman, understanding what must be done rolled his sleeves up and tried to punch the floor as strong as he could, the floor vibrating a tiny bit upon the pressure but nothing that as noteworthy as a crack appeared. So the three of them tried to sync their attempts together, the water under the floor splashed and shook at the vibrations. Logan was worried that their attempts might’ve been attracting unwanted behavior as he kept seeing things swim from underneath them, their shadows passing fast yet would circle around where they kept banging.

“Wait. I don't have an idea.”

Deceit sprinted ahead to his room.

When he came back Virgil looked bemused and slightly impressed at what Deceit was dragging behind him.

“Dude, where did you get that sledgehammer from?”

“I don’t keep weapons in my room as a precaution.”

He grunted as he lifted the hammer up and started to slam it against the floor which vibrated the ground underneath them, this of course wasn't going by unnoticed as some of the shadows started to peer from the walls, their heads sticking out in curiosity. Roman was more than ready to attack them but...they just stared, if anything some of them looked amused? Deceit and Virgil weren't paying attention to them however as they kept banging away at the floor, a small crack appearing as it seemed to be working.

Roman was just staring at one of the shadows that had only eyes apparent on their body as they just stared back with a small glint in their eyes;

“Will you be joining us soon Roman?”

“Stop that. I doubt you’d find much use for him anyway.”

A voice came from behind him as Roman yelped in alarm not expecting someone else to actually show up as he pointed his sword up at the stranger. However with the blade pointed firmly at the intruders next, they merely sighed and looked offended at such an action as they pressed their finger on the top of the blade and gently lifting it down. “I'm here to see what the commotion is, let's not get into a fight shall we?”

Logan had taken interest as well as he quickly tugged Deceit who looked up in caution and was already lifting his sledgehammer ready to swing it full force at whoever it was, but the moment he had lifted it in the air, the figure had already withdrawn their own sword from the inky abyss of their body towards the hammer.  Deceit’s breath hitched as he got a good look at the figure before them as he sighed and lowered the hammer;

“What do you want Pride? We’re not busy.”

“Clearly. Banging on the floor with a hammer and your fists is certainly something that wouldn't draw anyone's attention at this point, I would be saying could you knock it off but i'm aware of Patton's situation.”

Pride muttered in distaste at the thought; “To think, the leviathan itself would take Patton itself, Morality certainly is an interesting one.”

“I don't mean to interrupt this chat…”

Logan coughed ,getting the attention of both dark sides.They turned to the intellectual side who was looking rather skeptical and confused towards Pride. “Deceit how do you know this is another side, they look exactly the same as the other shadows in this realm.”

Pride fake gasped holding a hand to their chest; “Now, that's not how to treat an ally, now is it Logic?”

Virgil huffed, still kicking at the ground to make the gap bigger.

“Logan, whatever Thomas sees, we see. Because Deceit appeared in front of Thomas, he adopted an appearance. Pride technically can see themself in a reflection and for them they’re perfectly normal, but because Thomas hasn't discovered them yet, they have to take the form of one of the shadows here.”

Pride nodded but crossed their arms in a bit of a huff; “Yes but don't be mistaken, the shadows here are not their own separate identities, they are all a collective hive mind of the dark realms subconsciousness. I’d rather die than be associated to those parasites.”

It was...quite a lot for one day Logan had to admit with all the information but it made sense, the shadows that surrounded them all seemed to move in unison, even if some had different features to their inky vessels. No doubt it was the mindscapes way of monitoring what was happening. It was unnerving however to see it so complacent with their attempts to break in...maybe it was all just a game to them, or something more sinister….

CRACK…

The floor began to splinter and crack as Pride hummed taking a step back. “Do get Patton back will you? Someone has to clean that kitchen up for me.” They waved nonchalantly as Roman looked up at them skeptically, something was really rubbing him off about them…Pride had noticed Romans disdain and couldn't help but hum in amusement as he gave Roman a thumbs up;

“I’ll be seeing you soon Roman. By the way, nice sword, too bad its not as good as mine”

“Ok now see here you little sh-”

SMASH

The floor broke way beneath them as they all fell into the deep depths of the water, their senses submerged completely as the reflection of Pride waving at them from above was soon a blurr leaving them in total darkness.

#Sanders sides #mociet #sympathetic deceit #ts deceit #deceit sanders #ts patton #patton sanders #ts virgil #virgil sanders #ts logan #logan sanders #ts roman #roman sanders #ts pride #fanfiction #i will finish this story trust me #its my g oal #i think as well i know how many chapters are left #i have so much fun with though you have no clue like writing the mindscapes lore is so much fun

[chrysalispen]

just spent the last week and a half really busy with day job and then cleaning my house memorial day weekend 

i come requesting forgiveness and also bearing saucy nero/wol postcoital banter, as i am wont to do

mayyyy post this on ao3 later today, idk

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Long moments passed in which the only sound was the rasp of their breathing, hot and ragged and immediate.

After what felt like an eternity, Nero was able to summon the wherewithal to open his eyes. His mind felt smooth and blank, like a hard reset on a systems terminal; everything was just basic sensory input amid the heavy languor weighing down his limbs, and even those were things coming back to him one by one as his breathing slowed.

That much loss of self-control would have normally bothered him, but this time he found he didn't mind so much. For one thing, it was by all appearances wholly mutual: the hands that had slain gods and dragons, overthrown corrupt rulers, and brought low to his knowledge at least two legions of the Garlean Empire were currently draped over his shoulders, loose and relaxed.

He decided he wasn't going to be the one to break their silence, concentrating instead on the soft weight of his partner's body against his own, her skin slick with sweat and chest heaving in shuddering gasps as she tried to catch her breath. There was also the soft sensation of her fingertips in his hair, slowly and gently carding through the damp, tangled curls at the nape of his neck and brushing the surface of his skin, a tiny, absentminded caress that was in turns careful and tender.

When she buried her face in the crook of his neck he caught her scent: the slight tang of sweat, lingering musk, the smell of dust and freshly-cut grass he'd always associated with the smell of the road. Beneath that was the note of Althyk lavender she always carried with her. It made him think of his boyhood home, briefly, but in a kinder light than he'd seen it in years.

At length she exhaled, long and shaking, a mumbled "seven hells, Nero" on the back end of it. His hands wandered over her exposed back in slow and idle patterns, gently tugging her long curtain of golden hair to one side so he could press his lips to her neck. 

“Are you alright?" 

"Never better." The weight over his shoulders shifted and he felt one of her palms running over his collarbone, down across his chest to tangle briefly in the wiry hairs there. "Even if my legs currently feel a bit like the custard pudding they used to serve in Castrum Novum's mess hall."

Nero didn't even try to stop the smug grin he could feel stretching his lips. 

"Is that so?"

"...And I've just admitted out loud that you wrecked me like the idiot I am."

"Surely you were not laboring beneath the assumption that I limit myself only to engineering-related accolades? I accept any and all compliments towards my person, sexual prowess included."

He let out a small, startled yelp when she tweaked one of his nipples in warning. "You would, you insufferable shite."

"None of that," Nero chided, rubbing his chest and gently squeezing the fingers that still lingered there, "unless you'd like to stay glued to your well-appointed sofa for the remainder of the evening. I'm sure your neighbours have appreciated the free show."

"You say that, but now you mention it those curtains are mostly decorative. This... might not have been well considered." She pushed herself into an upright sitting position, shifting her hips as the muscles in her thighs trembled from exertion. "Also I'm afraid we've left a bit of a mess."

"I can't imagine why this in any way surprises you, given that 'accosting your hapless partner before he's managed to drop his breeches' appears to be your preferred mode of foreplay. Should I endeavor to express some fond hope for a less frenetic coupling in future, 'tis for the novelty alone."

"Complaints, Scaeva?" she snorted. "You seemed to enjoy the pace well enough while you were fucking me half senseless."

"Only half?" His smirk widened by ilms. "I am out of practice."

Her fingers had not stopped gentling in his hair. He'd observed on other occasions that it seemed to be one of the ways she showed the soft feelings she reserved for people to whom she felt especially close. 

The more he thought about that, the more it started to make him feel something close to uncomfortable. But he found he quite favored her affectionate little touch, more than he wanted to admit if he were entirely honest, and he really didn't want her to stop. 

So he packaged those emotions and set them aside for later consideration. There would be ample time later to analyze this particular bit of self-reflection without spoiling the moment. In the meantime that soft mouth had lingered close enough for him to kiss it, so that was precisely what he did.

"Nero?"

"Hmm?"

"What do we do now?"

"Meaning...?"

"This, I guess? Us? I mean-" One of her hands made a vaguely questioning gesture in the air.

"You're asking if this is going anywhere." He made his way down her neck into the soft hollow where it met her collarbone, leaving small bites in his wake. "...I admit I do not find myself opposed to an arrangement of a more permanent sort."

"I thought you said you don't do love?"

"Pray forgive a moment of vulgarity, darling, but tumbling you hardly amounts to a heart's confession."

"I'm aware of that. I'm not- ...I'm not asking for a commitment, per se. You're busy, I'm busy, and..." He hadn't spoken yet and it made her stomach tighten with anxiety. Nero could be difficult to read on occasion and now was one of those times, his eyes fixed on her face as he waited patiently for her to continue. She decided to plunge on ahead anyway. "It's not you at all, it's just, I don't think I'm ready for. Um."

"Romance?" he supplied mildly.

Aurelia took a deep breath.

"I mean, yes, since you've said it aloud yourself. It's... that's just too much with everything else that's going on. But I wouldn't mind... something like this. Where you stayed here and-...right, well." She could feel the flush on her cheeks and it had nothing to do with arousal. "You're welcome here anytime you like; in fact, I think it would make all of us feel better if we knew you had somewhere to go, even Cid, and maybe you don't care what he thinks but I-"

Nero pressed a finger to her lips to halt the torrent of nervous words.

"Garlond aside, I am not disinclined if that's what concerns you. I think it plain that we enjoy each other's company; there's certainly little point in denying that. Seeing as the both of us are wont to be possessed by wanderlust from time to time it might even be ideal."

"Then you'll stay?"

He leaned forward to kiss her between her breasts, over the scar Zenos' sword had left behind. "I must say, the notion of having a stable roof over mine head does hold a certain appeal."

"Ah, so that's how it is." Aurelia let out a soft, fond laugh and pressed her lips to the crown of his head. That kiss had been a ploy. He was using it as a bridge point, trailing delicate touches of his lips over the curve of one breast. "Using me for my house, are you?"

"Your house, your food, your potential workshop space. ...Also your wine cellar. My time in Eorzea seems to have made La Noscean red something approaching palatable."

"Are you demeaning my taste in wi-" His teeth scraped lightly against the coral peak he'd teased to stiffness, eliciting a muttered curse from her lips and a prickle of gooseflesh along her arms. She let out something between a gasp and a short laugh, and squirmed desperately in his lap. "Damn it, I'm trying to talk, you cheeky git!"

"And I am attempting to distract you. All's fair in love, war, and housing arrangements, or are you not one to rise to a challenge?"

"... 'Rise' to a-..." She swatted lightly at his wandering hands. "That jest was atrocious even by your standards. Are you looking for another tumble or are you just going to talk me to death?"

"By remarkable happenstance," his lips brushed over hers again, light and deceptively chaste, "my plan at this very moment is to retire to a more suitable venue wherein we might continue this discussion until all possibilities have been exhausted."

"I'm telling you, if I try to stand up right now you will actually see me collapse--Nero Scaeva!" In one fluid motion he rose, tucking one arm beneath her legs and the other wrapped around her waist. Aurelia made a startled little yelp, immediately twining her arms about his neck for purchase. "Rhalgr's shit, you may actually be the worst man I've ever met in my life."

"And you, my sweet, are a public menace. Slayer of eikons. Ruiner of military careers." He adjusted his grip long enough to hoist her upper body over one shoulder and planted a kiss squarely on her flank, making her gasp aloud. "Scourge of unsoiled smallclothes the length and breadth of Eorzea."

"Implying I seduced you," she said a trifle breathlessly.

"Implying you didn't?"

By the time they actually reached her bed the linkpearl was chiming for attention, but for once Aurelia couldn't have cared less.

#nero/wol #nero tol scaeva #shrugs aggressively #look writing him is just fun ok #and i just enjoy this particular ship dynamic a lot #in which the wol and nero do literally anything to pretend they don't have feelings #i will have to get into why this is a mutual issue with them in another fic #ffxiv writing

[aurorapillar]

Title: in languor dreams of death    

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Characters: Chuuya Nakahara, Dazai Osamu, Mori Ougai

Summary: There were a lot of things in life that Dazai would never admit out loud, and one of them was just how much Corruption terrified him.

There were a lot of things in life that Dazai would never admit out loud, and one of them was just how much Corruption terrified him. He wasn't scared of it for the same reason that most people probably would be, thanks to his ability he had no need to worry about Chuuya's ability harming him, no what scared him was the way Chuuya changed when using Corruption.

The fact that Chuuya was an incredibly important person to him was another fact that Dazai would never admit out loud; the two of them had gotten off to a rough start and Dazai was well aware he'd done many things that had hurt Chuuya, yet despite that the two of them had managed to build a strong bond. It was a different type of bond than the one Dazai had shared with Odasaku, Oda had been a sturdy port in the middle of a storm, a medley of warm and gentle colors, a beacon of safety; he'd been Dazai's best friend and a teacher of sorts.

Things with Chuuya, on the other hand, had been much more volatile; he was all vibrant colors and burning passion, everything he had he'd fought to obtain and keep, teeth bared and claws sharp. He valued straightforwardness and hated manipulation and trickery, yet ofttimes kept his own feelings and intelligence hidden behind a mask of insults, bluster, and impulsiveness. Above all, he was loyal to a fault and so very human, an irony that wasn't lost on anyone in the know about his origins.

All in all he and Dazai were polar opposites, and yet, in the end, they were both children who'd been forced to become adults way too soon, only able to ever act their real age with each other. Just two lost boys who'd managed to find a home and family in each other.

And yet, whenever Chuuya activated Corruption, that vibrant boy disappeared. All of his fire and personality gone in a matter of moments, replaced by nothing but an endless abyss of rage and destruction. When in his corrupted state, Chuuya had no friends or allies, he would focus on the last task Chuuya had thought of before activating his power and then, once that was done he'd turn his rage on whatever else was around him. If you were unlucky enough to get in his path….

Well, there was a good reason Double Black was so feared by the Mafia's enemies.

Dazai remembered all too well the first time Corruption had been activated, it had only been a few months since they'd been partnered together and the two of them had been taking down a small organization that had been encroaching on Mafia territory. Or well, Chuuya had been taking them down while Dazai had been playing on his handheld and returning Chuuya’s insults with snide remarks. Ever since the debacle with the Sheep, Mori had been much quicker to shut down any new groups that popped up in the Mafia’s territory; most of them were unlikely to ever get strong enough to pose a threat, but that was also what they'd once thought about the Sheep.

The night had been going well, the organization was pathetically weak and Chuuya was easily dominating the scene, leaving the grunts they'd brought as backup with little to do but watch. Then the ability user had shown up and everything began to fall apart.

According to the information they had on the group, there weren't any ability users among them, and yet there one was tossing around bolts of electricity like an oversized battery charger. It was a bad matchup for Chuuya, gravity had no effect on electricity and the constant barrage of sparks kept the boy from getting close enough to physically attack the man. Unfortunately, the other ability user wasn't having any of the same problems and Dazai couldn't hold back from clicking his tongue in annoyance as a bolt slammed Chuuya into a crate near where he'd been sitting.

While Chuuya shook off the electricity still coursing over his body, their Mafia backup open fire on the enemy, only for each bullet to shot down by a bolt of lightning, the shooters soon being shot down themselves as the ability user turned his attention towards them. Unlike Chuuya, who after a minute or so had managed to shake off the effects of the hit and get up again, none of the men rose. They did however twitch, but Dazai was fairly certain that was due to the electricity running through their bodies and not because any of them were still alive.

Chuuya had stared at the bodies, his face a mixture of horror and anger that Dazai wouldn't truly understand until years later after Odasaku died, his eyes seemed to linger especially one sandy-haired man who Dazai vaguely recalled he'd seen Chuuya hanging out with before. What had been his name again? Nishi? Nishiki? Something like that, Dazai didn't really remember, he only remembered the man's face because he'd been very loud in his determination to be Chuuya's friend. Not that that would be happening now.

"You…" It was the deep guttural growl in Chuuya's voice as he spoke that had torn Dazai's attention away from thoughts of dead bodies and foolish attempts at friendship. Turning his gaze back to the boy his eyes widened in surprise, a rare occurrence, as a dark red pattern began to crawl it's way up Chuuya's arms and neck and his pupils shrunk to pinpricks. His mouth opened in a feral roar and Dazai watched in fascination as he charged towards the ability user, the ground cracking beneath his feet with each step. For a moment a panic expression appeared on the other man's face, before twisting into a sneer as he shot a bolt of lightning at Chuuya, only for his face to become one of shock as the boy easily dodged it.

Within seconds Chuuya was on the man, or rather the man was on Chuuya as the boy hit with enough force to smash the right half of his torso to pieces, blood and guts splattering everywhere. As he fell to his knees, a scream of pure agony on his lips, a dark orb began to form in Chuuya's hand before being thrust right into his face. The force of whatever it was would have probably sent the corpse flying backwards through the wall if it was for the simple fact that there was no corpse left to go flying, it had been obliterated, along with a good portion of the floor.

"Well, well," Dazai had drawled, clapping softly as he finally stood "Quite the trick you have there, I wonder if Mori knows you've been holding out on us? " There was no response to his taunt, causing Dazai to frown "Ignoring me? That's not very nice Chibi~" He'd pouted, only to stop short as Chuuya lifted his head and let out a terrifying laugh; it wasn't a sound Dazai had ever heard come out of him before and he couldn't stop the fear that gripped his heart for a second.

Chuuya slowly turned towards him, his eyes vacant of any recognition and it became clear to Dazai that whatever was going on, Chuuya was not the one in control. He didn’t have any time to dwell on that though as his partner lunged forward, sending a ball of dark energy flying straight at him; there was no time to dodge and so Dazai took a moment to ponder on whether or not death via obliteration would be painless before losing the chance to find out as his ability nullified the attack.

As disappointing as that was it had made one thing clear, whatever was going on with Chuuya was part of his ability, meaning he just needed to touch him to stop it. That was easier said than done of course, even without his ability Chuuya tended to be faster than him, so he'd have to catch him off guard; and the sooner he did so the better considering the blood Dazai could see beginning to drip from Chuuya's mouth and nose. It seemed Chuuya's body was not equipped to handle whatever was happening to him for very long.

Fortunately Chuuya's attention seemed to have drifted from him following his attack, and he now seemed to be focused on destroying as much of his surroundings as possible. Wasting no time Dazai had dashed forward, wrapping his fingers around the back of Chuuya's neck just like he had during their first meeting, and as he did so the marks on his partner's skin slowly receded and he'd collapsed backwards into to Dazai’s arms.

"Dazai?" The boy's voice was shaky and questioning, but he wasn't able to get more than a word out before he erupted in a fit of thick wet coughs, blood splattering his lips and dripping down pale skin. For the second time that night Dazai felt a hint of fear as he quickly turned Chuuya on his side so he hopefully wouldn't choke on his own blood, the boy was worryingly pale and his skin was cold and clammy to the touch, his breath coming in harsh wet bursts as his coughing fit died down.

"Oi Chuuya, come on don't make me carry you back to headquarters. You know, for such a tiny thing you weigh a ton, I think you're getting fat." His taunt brought no response from the smaller boy other than a slight fluttering of eyelashes as his eyes started to drift closed. "Chuuya! CHUUYA!" Dazai's voice was panicked as his hand scrambled for Chuuya's neck in search of a pulse, it was slow and threads but it was there, which drew a sigh of relief from his lips.

Reassured that for the moment at least Chuuya was alive, Dazai reached for his cellphone to call for a pickup and a doctor, his mind absently noting that his hands were covered in blood, Chuuya's blood. It seemed like an eternity that he waited there, Chuuya’s head resting on his lap, the slight rise and fall of his chest the only evidence he was still alive.

When Mori strolled through the door finally, it was the most realized he had ever been to see the man; he had no idea how desperate he'd sounded over the phone to make Port Mafia's boss himself come down, but judging by the slight widening of the man's eyes, the scene he'd come across was not what he'd been expecting.

The man knelt down next to the two of them, a frown playing on his lips as he reached out to check Chuuya's pulse,

"What happened?" He questioned, and it was only the knowledge that Chuuya would soon be getting medical attention and that it was dangerous to show weakness in front of Mori, that allowed Dazai to compose himself and answer.

Mori hummed thoughtfully as he finished, his eyes lit up with both interest and excitement, whatever his thoughts were on the matter though, he didn't share and Dazai was too tired to try to figure them out at the moment. Mori stood and motioned one of the men he'd brought with him to pick up Chuuya, only too narrow his eyes thoughtfully as Dazai swooped in before them and gathered his partner in his arms.

At that moment though Dazai didn't care what conclusions Mori drew from his actions, all he cared about was the realization that he'd gotten far more attached to the red-haired boy then intended and he didn't plan to leave his side until he was awake and back to annoying him.

In the end, it took a whole week before Chuuya woke, and as much as he hated hospitals Dazai had stuck by his side the whole time, only leaving to eat and shower. Mori had been a frequent visitor as well, at one point commenting that Chuuya was probably only still unconscious because it had been the first time using that power and he'd probably wake up quicker after subsequent uses, which had set off alarm bells in Dazai's head.

Those alarm bells had quickly turned into sirens after Chuuya had woken up and Mori had expressed his intentions to weaponize his ability, which had been dubbed Corruption, for the good of the Mafia. Dazai hadn’t missed the flinch and look of fear in Chuuya's eyes at that declaration, and had silently promised the boy that he'd only ever factor it into their plans as a last resort.

There had been nothing he could do about the numerous training sessions Mori required them to have though, all he could do was stand on the sidelines and wait until he needed to turn off Chuuya’s ability and carry him to the infirmary. Unlike the first time, he never stayed by Chuuya’s bed until he woke up, it would be dangerous for both of them if Mori realized Dazai actually cared about his partner. And hadn’t that been a shock for Dazai to realize, that he did care about Chuuya; as infuriatingly annoying as the boy was, he’d brought a sense of variety to his life and while it didn’t fill the emptiness in him, it was something he didn’t want to lose.

Thankfully it seemed Mori had been correct in assuming Chuuya would wake quicker as his body got used to using Corruption, by the time Chuuya had activated it five times he was down to only about three days of unconsciousness afterward, though of course he still remained stuck in bed drugged up on pain medications for several more days.

Despite all the time spent practicing though, it wasn’t until the Dragon’s Head Conflict that Corruption was finally purposefully used in a mission. Given that it had been the death of a friend that had caused Chuuya to unlock the power in the first place, Dazai supposed it was only fitting that it was the death of more friends that caused him to choose on his own to use it in a battle for the first time.

Since Chuuya's desire for revenge went along nicely with Dazai's own plans, he had happily stood aside and watched the widespread destruction with fascination, the many times he'd trained Corruption with Chuuya couldn't compare to watching him use it uninhibited. All it had taken was a matter of moments for entire buildings to be demolished and Dazai was left with a sudden understanding of what the destruction of Suribachi City must have been like.

He only let Chuuya rampage for a few minutes before wrapping his fingers around the boy's wrist and canceling out his ability, they didn't want to end up destroying all of Yokohama after all. Scooping his partner's hat up off the ground, he spun it idly on his finger, gazing around at the destruction surrounding them.

"My my, I'd say that's a job well done, wouldn't you Chibi?" He commented, not really expecting a response; it was clear that Chuuya was barely hanging on to conscious. Sighing loudly, Dazai stopped spinning the hat, instead placing it on his own head so his hands were free to pick Chuuya up in a princess carry. "Hmm, maybe we'll get a raise for this?" He muttered to himself, beginning what he considered a far too long walk to find a ride.

As it turned out, not only was a raise in store for both of them, Chuuya had managed to net himself a promotion to Executive thanks to his actions. It was a bittersweet victory, as an Executive Dazai knew Chuuya had finally gained the chance to look through his files and gain much sought after answers about his past, but now that Mori had gotten a definite taste of what the two of them could do together, they would no doubt be sent out on more and more missions together with instructions to use Corruption.

As usual, Dazai's prediction turned out to be correct.

It wasn't all bad though, Chuuya was a fun partner to work with, not that Dazai would ever tell him that, and bugging him often led to funny stories he could tell Oda and Ango. Chuuya's body also seemed to adjust better to using Corruption, he’d still cough up blood and blackout after using it, but his time spent unconscious had greatly decreased and he was usually out of the hospital within a few days. Sometimes he was out even sooner then that if he had his way; of course when Dazai had proudly told him that he was getting almost as good at escaping hospitals as he was, he’d only received a punch to the gut as thanks, which he found rather rude.

Even with the good points though Dazai still couldn't claim to be happy, he still felt empty, but he supposed he was as close to content as he could be until he either found a reason for living or successfully managed to kill himself.

Then Oda had died and everything changed.

Leaving the Mafia was simultaneously harder and easier then Dazai had thought it would be. With Odasaku dead and Ango revealed to be a spy, there wasn't much of anything left to emotionally tie him to the organization. Really only Chuuya was left, and while he'd probably miss the angry little hat rack, it was far to easy for Dazai to come up with reasons for himself why leaving his partner behind was fine. He'd always been good at lying.

Chuuya was happy in the Mafia, he liked it there, he wouldn't want to come along with Dazai even if he asked. Besides they hated each other, they were always fighting, why would he even want him to come along? Chuuya would be better off without him anyway, Mori wouldn't be able to make him use Corruption anymore so he'd be safe and happy while Dazai focused on becoming a good man for Oda's sake.

They say if you repeat a lie enough times it will become true, and while that in itself was certainly a lie, it was easy enough to make yourself think it was true if you kept it up. And so Dazai easily pushed his regrets to the side and left without a backwards glance.

But then Chuuya came down those stairs four years later and suddenly it wasn't so easy to ignore those long pushed aside regrets. Being on the side that saved people had made a difference in Dazai's life and he didn't regret making that choice, but as he slid back into the old pattern of bantering with his former partner, he couldn't help but wonder if he should have given Chuuya the chance to make that choice as well.

Despite having not wanted to join in the first place, Chuuya had slid into the Mafia like a well-oiled gear, his inclusion helped things run smoothly and it was like he'd always belonged there. But was he happy? He should be, if there was anything in the Mafia that would make him unhappy it would be being used as a weapon, and with Dazai not there to make Corruption an option, that couldn't happen.

Still, as he watched his old partner's back disappear out of the dungeon, he couldn't help but wonder if he'd made a mistake.

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