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sundaycentric · 3 months

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⌢ ⌢ yandere choso x gn reader

␥ content — yandere, sfw, headcanons, stalking, choso is weird idk, dependency?, mentions of babytrapping, mahito jumps u btw, mahito warning, general obsessive and possessive behavior, possibly ooc?? idk i wrote this for my own pleasure ... 1.3k words

— Choso has only cared about 3 people in his life. His late brothers, and his alive half-one. Not even his "colleagues" that he has to work closely with on their schemes. Outside of his family, nobody else mattered. At least, that's how it was. Choso doesn't consider you family, so why is it that he seems to care so much about you? It angers him. Has he lost loyalty to his brothers?

Choso tended to avoid you at first, paying you no mind like the rest that surrounded him. The most attention he'd allow himself to give you is subtle glances or the occasional hand when you needed help. Nothing more, as you were nothing to him. Except you were.

Choso realized his feelings, despite not being able to tell exactly what they were, pretty quickly. The weird beating of his heart when you were around, how his hands got shaky, and how he could feel the sweat trickle down his neck as he spoke to you, nervous that you wouldn't approve of him somehow. He became a bit more conscious around you. He wanted you to like him.

Choso thought these weird, firstly platonic feelings towards you were because you were family. Perhaps Itadori wasn't his only half-sibling. However, thinking about it like that made Choso feel awfully weird. You weren't his family, as it made his stomach churn to think of you as such. So, what were you then?

— Choso didn't care what happened to the people of Shibuya during that incident. When planning it out with the other curses, he felt no sympathy or worry for the people who would be present. Yet, upon hearing that you could possibly be in Shibuya on the day on the attack, Choso almost completely forgot about everything else.

Choso had separated from the others to look for Itadori, to try and get his revenge. While walking around Shibuya, he passed many of the trapped people within the veil. They spoke in hushed, worried whispers which Choso paid no attention to. Their conversations did not matter to him, who was focused on something else already.

Choso then heard your name fall from someone's lips. The voice sounded familiar. He turned around to verify, and it was one of your friends. Choso had taken a liking to 'watching' you as you went about your day, so it was no trouble recognizing this person you frequently saw and spoke with. Suddenly, he started paying a bit more attention to the conversation.

Choso listened as the person spoke. He knew he was wasting his time he could be using to search for Itadori, but he couldn't bring himself to move. From what he heard, you might be in Shibuya right now, specifically in a location near the veil. Without a second thought, Choso set off in another direction.

— Choso felt pure rage like this only once before in his life: when he found out that his brothers were dead. He had made it to the edge of the veil to see Mahito toying with you. It made Choso sick to even see you crying for a split second. Without thinking, he stepped in and used his curse technique to force Mahito to step back.

Choso looked furious. His eyes furrowed, brows pulled down in a sharp V. His fists shakily clenched onto your clothes, pulling you up into his grasp. All the while, his shrunken pupils glared at the curse in front of him. A few drops of blood fell onto you from the mark on his nose. Choso made no effort to clean it.

Choso frowned even deeper as Mahito laughed, questioning his behavior. He gritted his teeth together, the grinding sound rough. He wasted no time in telling Mahito off, claiming that you were his and that Mahito needed to go somewhere else. Mahito only looked confused since Choso seemed so occupied with you, what about hunting Itadori down?

Choso breathed a deep sigh of relief as Mahito left, deciding that this wasn't worth his time. After all, he needed to find his natural enemy before Jogo did. Choso watched as Mahito skipped away before looking back at you. How shaken you were, some stray tears still dripping down your cheeks. You looked so fragile, like a doll. Choso, after seeing you almost get into serious trouble, decided then that you were too weak to be out on your own. He'd protect you now, and he wouldn't fail loosing you as well.

— Choso lovingly ran his hands through your hair, the fingers playing with your locks. He had you resting in his lap, consoling you and making sure to wipe every tear that formed at your waterline. He might not know exactly what he feels, but he knows that protecting you is just as important as protecting his brothers.

Choso wouldn't allow you out of his grasp, let alone his sight. However, you are a bit confused because this man is a stranger, but he did save your life. You could tell he was strong, so it was best to stay with him. He tried to be soothing and gentle as well, but it was a bit difficult for him: Choso knew humans were more fragile than curses, and he didn't want to get too happy to finally be in contact with you.

Choso noticed that you began to calm down as he petted your hair, but you were still shaken. He couldn't blame you: Mahito was terrifyingly sadistic. However, he was glad he was able to intervene before things spiraled. He gently pushed your head against his chest, cradling you as he would do to a young child.

Choso began to speak, trying to calm your nerves even more. He apologized for Mahito, reassured you were safe, and even made some subtle comments about some things you liked. You didn't pay much attention to the fact that he shouldn't know those things since you had bigger issues to worry about. Like your friend, who Choso overhead and you knew was in Shibuya.

— Choso blankly stared at you when you inquired about your friend's whereabouts. He shook his head before shushing you. Your friend was in the main building, there was little likelihood of their survival. But why did that matter to you? They weren't your family. Choso's chest felt weird. You shouldn't care about your late friend. You are here with Choso right now. Why are you worrying about another?

Choso felt jealous. Light jealousy, but still jealousy. That's when it finally clicked for him. No, you weren't family. But you were his. When he said you were his to Mahito, he hadn't even realized what he said. However, now he finally realized what he said, and what it meant. He loved you.

Love was such a strange concept. He stared down at you, his hand playing with your hair without thinking. He was in love, with you. His grip on you got slightly more tight as his thoughts wandered. He had saved your life. Did you love him back for that?

If you didn't, that'd be okay. Choso prefers if you love him back, but you'd learn to either way. He needed you. You and his family were what he loved. But what if you and him had a family too? He knew his mind was going too far too soon, but he couldn't shake the idea of having kids with you. Maybe that'd be another way to get you to stay. That sounded like a good idea.

— You gazed up to Choso, who had gone unresponsive while thinking. You frowned slightly, a bit worried. Gently, you tapped him, and he seemed to wake back up. He stared at you silently for a few more moments before fully hugging you. His mouth was close to your ear, hot breath tickling you, "You'll be perfect."

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hockeymenarehot · 4 months

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Late Night Calls Feat. Bill Kaulitz

pairing: best friend!bill kaulitz x fem!reader

summary: bill kaulitz has always been your best friend, and you've always confided to him. when you wake up startled from a nightmare, you decide to call him. what you don't expect are his feelings towards you.

warnings: smut, fem reader, phone sex, masturbation (fem. & m.), squirting, praise, pet names (darling, princess), it's implied he steals your panties, u cry and it turns him on, depictions of nightmares, lmk if I missed anything!

for my bae: @billkaulitzbaeee

You heave in a large amount of air, your body shooting up from its once peaceful resting spot. Your eyes frantically survey your room, and you clutch the silky smoothness of your nightgown as you attempt to collect your thoughts. Just a dream, it was just a dream you repeat in your head as you feel the cool air of your fan, the sweat on your forehead slowly dissipating. The attempt to calm yourself seemed to be working for your mind, but not so much your body. Your heart was still beating at a fast pace, and your ears still had a subtle ring. Deciding that trying to get some sleep on your own would be futile, you slowly reached for your phone.

3:38 A.M.

You weren't sure if your best friend, Bill, would pick up his phone but decided that it was more likely he would. He would do almost anything for you and you knew that. You found comfort in his presence, from his subtle sweet touches to his kind words. He was always there for you. You searched through the sea of your contacts before finding his number, giving it one final thought before pressing the Call button.

Ring, ring. Two full rings before he picks up.

"Hello?"

His voice sounded husky, like you had just awoken him from what might've been the best sleep of his life. Feeling guilty about this quite obvious realization you muster up a meek "Hi," and you begin to question if this was actually a good idea. I mean, it isn't like you've never been vulnerable with him before, but this time seemed so much different.

You couldn't tell what it was that was off, but something about it made you feel a little embarrassed, shameful even. Almost as if you'd walked in on him doing something he wouldn't want you to see. And honestly, you were enjoying it. "I'm sorry, did I wake you up?" You whisper, still feeling a certain amount of guilt. "No, no, not at all. I barely sleep." Liar, you thought to yourself. "Is there something you needed? Did something happen?" His voice had a slight sense of urgency to it, which you found quite endearing. "No... well, sort of," you begin quietly "I had a nightmare..." Your voice left your mouth in almost a whine, and you could almost catch the way his breath hitched over the poor phone quality. "I'm sorry, darling" That name he had never referred to you by. Strange. "Tell me... tell me what happened." Some shuffling on his end. You began telling him about the great atrocities of your nightmare, all of the chasing and adrenaline. The monsters you would see around every corner, or maybe your lost loved ones. He would acknowledge you every so often with a short "Hm," or "I'm sorry" to let you know he was still listening. Or at least to keep you under the impression that he was. He truly did care about you and your wellbeing, its just in all honesty you were perfectly fine. Your voice sounded so perfect to his ears, and the subtle whines and borderline moans you would serve him as you described your nightmare had him in a shameful position. One you had yet to pick up on, and this was annoying him. He decided he was going to test the waters. "Nggh-" Silence. "Are.. are you okay? You sound hurt." There was a level of surprise and concern in your voice, still trying to interpret the noise that just left his mouth. "I'm fine, don't worry about me darling. Just keep running your pretty mouth." You had no reason to question him or his honesty, so you continued. Your story of your nightmare turned into more stories of previous nightmares, some even worse than the one you had experienced tonight. But you trusted him with all this information, and it felt good to finally get it off your chest. Eventually, the recollection of all these horrible visions brought tears to the corners of your eyes. Your voice began to quiver as the tears fell down your face and rolled onto your plush comforter, leaving tiny damp spots. Not even 30 seconds into your crying session, and you heard a loud moan from his end, along with an undeniable squelching noise. This left you speechless, before you said "Are you?..." His breath hitched once more "Fuck princess, so you finally caught on. So sorry... You have no idea how crazy you make me. When you called me whining 'n moaning I just couldn't help myself." You felt your heart skip about two beats at his words, your face heating up and painting your cheeks a rosy pink. He would probably tease you if he could see you. "I- I had no idea you, um, that of me like.. that." You heard a sarcastic sounding laugh before he spoke again "You're telling me you had no idea? Come on princess, I know you aren't that stupid. Plus, I know you feel it too." His voice was still coated with the same huskiness as he spoke. "Bill, I have no idea what you're talking about. You aren't making any sense!" You whisper yelled. "Really? Don't play dumb with me. You don't think I see the way you look at me? The way you clench your thighs every time I so much as brush your arm? The way you stutter any time I compliment you? You can't do all that and leave me hangin', princess." You took a moment to think before noticing how hard your thighs were pressed together, and how your core was aching. Aching for him. You never wanted to acknowledge this part of yourself, the part that wanted him so badly. But as he's on the other end of the phone fisting his cock to the mere sound of your voice, you come to the conclusion that you're passed the point of return.

So, with shame you let out a strained whisper "Please," and you hear him groan on the other side of the line. You can tell he's been waiting for this. "Please what, princess? Use your words, I know you can." Your ears pick up some subtle sqeulching sounds again, so you swallow your pride and try your best to stabilize your voice "Please help me cum, I need you. Need you so bad." This apparently satisfies him. "That's my girl. Why don't you take off those pretty panties for me? I know you're wearing those pretty pink ones that you wear so much. Just for me, huh?" You choose to ignore the implications of his words, too focused on the increasing noises he's making and the fire in the pit of your stomach. Doing as your told you remove your pink panties and throw them onto the floor, bunching up the buttery silk of your nightgown to give you better access to your soaking cunt. "Now what?" you groan, feeling your neediness increase. "Mm, Fuck. Bet you're so wet. I bet you can already take two fingers. Do that for me. Fuck your fingers, I know you can." You whine at his words, feeling your arousal pool onto your comforter. But you do as your told, trailing your cool fingers down your abdomen and towards your aching pussy. "Nuh-uh, pretty girl. Need you to put the phone next to your sweet cunt. Need to hear the way your fingers go in 'n out." Your face heats up with embarrassment at his words, but you comply as your move the phone to rest in between your thighs. You continue your previous minstrations, using two fingers to prod at your wet hole. You swirl your fingers, gathering your juices before plunging your fingers into your pussy. "Ha-!" You let out a high-pitched moan as your fingers travel deeper and deeper, slowly alleviating the aching in your stomach. "Oh, fuck. Just like that, princess." You hear Bill moan, followed by increased noises of him sliding his hand up and down his impressive length. The fact that he was getting off to just the noises you made egged you on even further, using your fingers to try and navigate towards your g-spot. "Say my- shit- name, baby." Not wanting to dissapoint, you loudly mewl "Bill!" as your fingers find there way to your sweet spot, repeatedly brushing up against it. Bills moans gain in ther frequency and pitch, which you find hot. "Are you close? I bet you are. Come with me, princess." His words make you loudly moan, your second hand coming down to rub fast circles on your clit. You hear Bill let out a final grunt as he comes, "Oh fuck, Y/n!" Him moaning your name as he orgasms has your back arching off your bed, your fingers pinching at your clit. You fuck yourself onto your fingers hitting your g-spot, and your abdomen tensing before your juices spray onto your bedsheets. You're left a twitching mess as you chant his name like it's the only word you've ever been taught. You pull your hand away from your clit and your fingers out of your pussy, allowing your back to find a resting place on your bed again.

"You did so well for me, princess. Now that you're all nice and wet for me, why don't you come over and see how well you can take my cock?"

a/n: i hope u enjoyed! i haven't wrote in a couple months, so i might be a little rusty. if you have any ideas or prompts, feel free to send in a request! :)

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mashiraostail · 4 months

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Presentation Mic, Eraser and Sek accidental confession?? Maybe you guys are arguing or reader did something stupid that worried the boys? Cliffhanger NSFW-y ending?

You already know what it is. I missed presentation microphone the most tbh hes fun

Present Mic: "You can't do things like that-" He's following you, lately it feels like he's always following you. "I'm not going to argue with you right now Hizashi." You hold your hand up, not even turning to face him. "What?" He sounds perturbed, "I'm not trying to argue with you!" "Oh perfect! I know I'm always wrong in your eyes but this time I'm glad to have screwed it up! So I guess that's solved, I'll see you tomorrow." If your mood had been even slightly more sour Aizawa poking his head out of his bedroom door and making a mocking angry feline sound at you would have made you deck him. Dorming as staff had created much more drama than anticipated, he was loving it. You had a feeling Nezu wasn't going to stick to this set up long. You weren't a teacher and didn't live in the dorms, however you were working closely with Hizashi and upon decided to come check on him after the fight you were instantly met with criticisms of your performance.

"Fuck off." Instead of decking him, you just push Aizawa by his forehead, away from you. "Why won't you listen to me?" Hizashi closes Aizawa's door as he walks by it, still chasing you. "Because you're not the boss of me!" You turn to face him, "I swear you think-" "I'm not telling you this because I think I'm the boss of you! I'm telling you this because I-" He furrows his eyebrows, "I'm telling you as a concerned friend, your lack of self preservation is-" "None of your concern!" You can hear Nemuri gasp at that, Aizawa must of alerted her to the brewing argument. It was your mistake for accidentally venting to him about Hizashi's sudden change in attitude. You forgot how much he enjoyed being a spectator to conflict. It had actually been Hizashi's fault for telling Nemuri the way he felt about you, even though he knew she thought misunderstandings were a spectator sport. "It is my concern!" Hizashi asserts, "please just hear me out, I'm begging you here!" He throws his hands up, "do you want me to get on my knees or something?!" "God I'm a masochist." you turn around. "Fine. Tell me how stupid you think I am, how I never think, how you would have done it better!" You jab his chest with an accusatory finger, "absolve yourself of all guilt when something happens to me, because you warned me so it's not your fault that they're just culling the weak-" "When did I ever say that?!" Hizashi sounds terrified, "is that what you think of me?" Your heart is pounding, your eyes are watering, "What?! No!" You leer back, "Hizashi I think the world of you! Ever since I came here I've just wanted to impress you! For you to tell me I did a good job, that you were glad to have me here, god anything!" You scoff, "instead you always tell me all the stupid things I did wrong!" Hizashi faulters at that he looks at you, your heaving chest and rising shoulders, he could practically hear your heart pounding. "What? I'm standing here, I'm listening, I'm hearing you out and you're just going to stare at me?" "I didn't realize you saw it that way." He holds his hands up, his hero outfit was discarded after the fight, his hands were bare of his usual gloves. "Of course you didn't." You laugh, "you can never do anything wrong, only me."

"Oh, holy shit."

Vlad was standing at the end of the hall but quickly dissipated into the nearest room. You'd amassed a small but subtle crowd of teachers, poking the heads around corners and out of rooms. The only one who was in direct sight was Aizawa, probably wondering if you were going to punch Hizashi's teeth in. "I wish I never moved here." You scrub your face, "this was such a dumb idea." "Don't say that." Hizashi looks different than you'd ever seen him before, "don't be mean." He looks at a loss for words. It felt mean to say, even this small misunderstanding couldn't hold a candle to your relationship with Hizashi to this point, you became fast friends. He wsa your closest friend and confidant since moving to this side of the country, he met you on a patrol and showed you the ropes. It went beyond work, you had him over weekly, to talk about music, his teaching, American reality shows, whatever you wanted to talk about Hizashi proved a very attentive listener. It was easy to admire him, and even easier to fall in love with him. He was there for you always, when you were homesick, when you failed, and when you succeeded, to say you wish you never met him was a deep and intentional cut. "I'm sorry I didn't...tell you what you wanted to hear." His eyes scan his surroundings looking for something better to say. "Oh fuck you." You scoff, "fuck you so much Hizashi. What a shitty thing to say." You wish you had something to throw at him, "you're so fucking patronizing." "Stop! Why do you always assume the worst of me?" He holds his hand to his chest, "I don't even know what to say right now, I'm fucking grasping at straws here! I didn't know you felt this way, I wish you told me sooner!" "It's always my fault." I'm wrong again. You laugh, "god." "No! It's my fault!" Hizashi takes a step towards you, "it is completely my fault! I was stupid. I am stupid! I was so worried about keeping you safe I didn't let you do your job! I didn't want you to!" He shakes his head, "you're a great hero and that's what freaks me out!" "What?" You blink at him, leering back as his voice raises a bit. "When I saw you laying there, I fucking freaked out!" He gestures back to the courtyard where a villain had laid you out. "I wanted to keep you safe, so I picked you apart, I wanted to close every opening-" He's holding your shoulders, "you aren't weak!" He shakes you a little, "all this stupidness is my fault. I'm falling in love with you and I let it make me throw reason out the window-" He's going, he's still talking, you stopped listening. You're just staring up at him.

"Hizashi-" You're trying to cut him off, "Hizashi stop-" All you can think to do is pull him down into a kiss. It's confused, stiff for a moment until he leans into it. His hands hold onto your wrists by his jaw. "I'm sorry I....must have misunderstood-" For the first time since knowing him he whispers. "It's okay." You shake your head, "I'm sorry too..I didn't think you felt that way I assumed you were getting sick of me.." "I-" He falters, "no. God I, I'd lose it if anything happened to you, if you left me." Your eyes scan his face, his eyes, you knew he was genuine but still your stomach lurched with uncertainty. "I'd never.." You look down at your feet, "can we talk somewhere more...private?" Aizawa's surprised face reminds you of your lack of privacy. "Come with me?" You don't really do that much talking once you're in private. A few words are exchanged, mostly in disbelief, 'are you sure?' "you mean like...?' They're quiet, quieter than you thought he could be, though you figured you'd taken him by surprise.

Shota Aizawa: You felt taken advantage of. He must know how you felt about him, he would be stupid not to. He was your Achilles heel, he could get you to do whatever he wanted. He knew that. Everyone did. "Aizawa will be there." Nemuri would coax you into meetings, outings, whatever. "Do me this favor, please?" He'd look right through you when he said it. You would still do it. Press conferences, public speaking, all the things he hated. You were bent to him, he was a weakness that only you could feel, but everyone else could see. This had just been the last straw. Endeavor was not someone you felt fondly of, everyone knew it, yet you'd spent the whole fight being berated by him, just to "Do me this favor?" Maybe your quirks paired well, that didn't matter, did no one care how you felt? You were strong, you didn't upset easily and yet you felt like your resolve was being chipped away slowly, and today Endeavor had taken a jack hammer to it. Your stomach was a pit, of course you didn't feel like talking to him. You'd thought about it all, the countless failed dates, your desire to build a bridge and get over it. You can't see a future for yourself where you feel fulfilled, lavishing in free will and a heart that's 2 tons lighter. You worried he'd have this hold on you forever, never loving you at all. You were okay with that, which was most crushing of all.

Did your feelings push him away, had he only wanted someone to take under his wing, a friend and teammate but not a lover? Was this his idea of putting distance between you? "Hey." Aizawa holds a hand up to you, "I appreciate what you did today." When you don't stop it makes him tilt his head, he came all the way here to thank you and you couldn't even stop and give him a curt nod? "Hello?" He starts to follow you, he isn't sure why. "Yeah whatever, you're welcome. Thanks for trusting me." It's curt, it's fast and quiet and he barely caught it. "That's it?" He catches you as you wait for your elevator, you decide to take the stairs, "why are you running away from me?" "I'm not running I'm walking." These 8 flights were going to be painful, at least you wouldn't have to stand toe to toe with him in your elevator. "Stop it." "I don't want to talk right now." You shake your head, "Endeavor was too much today. You know I don't like him." "Let's get dinner," He's trying to catch up to you, "let's talk about it okay? I'll get you something to eat and we can talk about, talk about everything." "I'm not hungry." You turn the corner, your voice echoes through the cemented stairwell, making it impossible to mask the way it trembles. "Drinks then, come get a drink with me. Tell me why you're upset, please. We'll have drinks and I'll listen. Tell me what he said to you." "Why do you care?" You clutch the strap to your dufflebag, you didn't even bother to stop at UA to change out of your hero costume, the tight fabric making you feel exposed and silly. "I looked for you at the school and you weren't there. I figured you were upset." "So? I ask again, why do you care?" "Well-" He seems taken aback, "he has no right to make you upset or to be mean to you. I don't want to see you upset because of him. He's just an asshole, tell me what he said I can set the record straight with him. Let's go get drinks, you can tell me and you can cry if you want and say you were drunk and I won't hold it against you. I'll be nice all night and I'll say I was drunk too, so you can't hold it against me." You won't turn back to look at him, if you do your resolve would crack. "Right, only you can be mean to me. Only you get to make me upset." You're resisting the urge to bound up your stairs and lock yourself in your apartment. "What? No, I don't want to make you upset, have I upset you? Tell me what I did." "Why did you make me do this today?" You grit it out, "and everyday, the press conferences, the meetings, the stupid team ups-" "What?" He sounds lost. You slam into every door you come across, you wished they closed faster, slam in his face. "Why do you ask me to do it? Why, when you know I'll always say yes?" "I don't-" "You do!"

"Please," He sounds genuine, almost pleasing, "let's go get drinks, let's talk about it. Somewhere quiet, just me and you." "No I don't want to." You were so close to being there, how could you get a big enough lead to lock yourself up before he could stick a foot in the door? "I don't want to go out with you right now Shota." "Why not?" He's gaining on you, you hate the idea of looking at him right now, even his voice was chipping away at you. "I know you're used to always getting what you want from me but I just need to be by myself right now." "Getting what I want- what?" He sounds bewildered, lost and almost offended, "I'm not understanding you, please stop let's just talk, we don't have to get drinks or food, or even go up to your apartment if you don't want to! We can talk here in the stairs okay? I want to understand, help me understand." He reaches you, his hand is on your arm, "I don't want to upset you, that's the last thing I want. Tell me what I did, yell at me, be mad at me all you want, but tell me what I did so I won't do it again." "You're just always making me do things and everyone is and they just hang you over my head like I'm a dog or a little kid-" "What?" His hand falls off you once you stop in your tracks. "And it's embarrassing!" You shake your head, "I feel stupid, I feel like a fan not your colleague!" The tears are adding insult to injury and you urge them away. "It's always 'Shota needs this, Shota will be there, well think about Shota-' and you. 'Please do this for me' like I ever say no because you know!" "Know what?" He holds his hands up as you spin around. "Everything has been such a wreck since I met you." Your lip quivers, "and I'm so stupid, you could make me do anything and you know it and maybe you just wanted a friend but that's all you had to say!" "I think one of us is misunderstanding something-" "I know!" You drag your palm over the offending tears, "it's not a misunderstanding! I understand!" You're sniffling like a child, "at first it was just an admiration, infatuation, whatever. I'm sure you noticed, it would be impossible not to." You drop your bag too, the extra weight makes you want to crumble. "I didn't even have the resolve to ignore you for 8 flights of stairs. I thought it would go away! I went to see other guys, I met up with tons of guys, heroes, civilians, whoever!" "That's great, it's good that you're branching out I'm just not sure what-" "And there were romantic dates, lovely nights Shota, and- and...I was scared to death the whole time that I'd say your name instead. I was thinking about you, what you would order, what you like to drink, what kind of movies you like. Expensive, perfect dates, and I was thinking about hanging out with you in the teachers lounge." You push him back, he stumbles, he lets it happen. "And everyone is treating me like a fucking teenager about it, and you don't even have it in you to let me down!"

His normally brooding eyes look sympathetic, even when you shove him, "I think I misunderstood." "Misunderstood what? That I love you, and you treat me like a lovesick puppy to run your errands? I love you so much, I don't think I'll ever stop loving you. I'll love you more than anyone I ever meet! You could find me in fifty years when we are wrinkly and old and- and I have 40 grandkids and you could come to me, ask me to leave, to ruin my perfect, perfect life to be with you I would go. And it would be easy Shota." "I thought you were going on dates and branching out for your own..reasons, why would I assume you felt that way when you were going out once a month I didn't-" He looks at a loss, "of course I care about you. I didn't want to get in your way." "What?" You look at him in disbelief, "don't do this to me, don't hurt me Shota please this isn't a game-" "I know it's not- I'm not, I swear I wouldn't-" He sounds almost earnest, "I do care about you, I...enjoy all the time we spent together, and I wouldn't chase just anybody up 7 flights of stairs like this. And the others were..just trying to get us together, they were pushing me to say something to you, do something about the way I was feeling. At first I thought you were just infatuated with me sure, I wrote it off. But you stayed, you were genuine and kind and I liked having your help and I loved having you around, and I'm sorry I made you go out with Endeavor today. You're right, I know you always say yes to me, I should have been more mindful of the way you felt. I was never trying to take advantage of you. I would never want that, I do love you, I wanted you to come to it on your own but this all got so fucked up. So let's go now, okay? I don't want you to stand in this stairwell and cry, let's go get something to drink and we can talk about everything." His eyes never leave your face, "everybody adores you, especially me. I don't want you to think that's not the case-" You kiss him, you practically launch forward at him, like it was the easiest thing in the world. He accepts you just as easily, using the brief moments of reprieve to speak again, "or we could just go upstairs." "Let's just go upstairs."

Sekijiro Kan: "It's all-" you're shoving him, "your fault!" You shove him again, "you always do this!" Again, "why don't you trust me?!" Again, "I had it all under control!" He's nudged back but never off balance, letting you vent your frustrations into his chest, looking down at you a bit annoyed. "You were hurt, you were pushing yourself beyond your limits and I just stepped in-" He holds up his hands, "I do trust you." "I'm not hurt!" Your obvious injuries said otherwise, bruises and gashes scattered your arms, your nose was broken. The villian had gotten away when he stepped in to stop you, you would have broken your ribs or worse. "You were in pain you didn't have a clear head." "How do you know what was going on in my head?!" "I did know! It was nothing!" He finally snaps, "you get tunnel vision-" "So what?! I'm doing my job and who are you to call me dumb?" "I'm not calling you dumb-" "You are!" "Oh god." he rubs his eyes. "Sorry I'm just sooo much for you, it sucks you have to deal with me!" A dig at his choice of wording in the heat of the moment, Nemuri pointed out the struggle, wrapped up in her own, Kan had said he would "go deal with you." It was poor wording even he can admit that, he didn't know it would set you off. "Oh stop." He holds his hand up, "don't throw that back at me you know how I meant it." "I don't! I'm such a burden, I'm so stupid and weak and impulsive and I just want to help Vlad why can't you see I just wanna help?" "I know you do! But you're hurt, you did help! You got hurt though, you can't help anyone when you're out of commission! I was there, I had to stop it, we can catch that guy another time, I'll give it to you-" "you think this is about the arrest?" You leer back at him, "I don't care who arrests him, he's still out on the streets-" "But you're okay-" "It's my job to protect these people, and your's too!" "It's not so black and white." He warns you, "what was I supposed to do, let him kill you?" "Why do you think he would have? Why am I so weak to you? I'm sorry I'm smaller, I'm sorry I'm-" "That's not it, you would do the same for me!" "You're always butting in, always keeping an eye on me, like I'm a fucking chore to you!" "When did I ever say that?!" Sekijiro had been a good friend to you, you aren't sure why but you clicked, you liked the same foods and the same movies and you had the same idea of a good time, when you had a free moment to spare it was Sekijiro you were looking for. Everyone expected it, one day you'd be spotted together hand in hand, he'd mention you in a romantic way, you went together and the tension was palpable sometimes. Maybe you were a bit oblivious, or hot tempered with him at times, you knew about your flaws and you couldn't see a guy like him settling for someone with the issues you had. That being said, you still would chase your tail to impress him. "Please." He holds up his hands as you shove him again, "please be resonable. You know I don't feel that way about you. I don't want to fight I don't want to argue. I was worried about you, I'm sorry." "God now I'm the asshole, perfect."

"No!" He groans, "no I'm not trying to spin it like this. What's really the problem? I know you don't care about the villian, tell me what's the matter, please I can tell it's something else." He even sits down in a chair so he's looking up at you, "I don't want you to be mad at me like this, tell me why." "I just want to impress you! I want to be someone who is just as good as you are-" "You are! You're just as good as me! You're better than me, you're better than the best of us! You know that! Why do you think I don't feel that way?" "You're always jumping in, trying to save me to get me away from the fight to stop me from doing my job and you-I don't wanna be a chore to you!" "You are not a chore!" He sounds exasperated, not angry, "I love to watch you work, and to be around you I love seeing you do what you do and I love to help you, I'm sorry if that makes you think I see you as weak, I don't!" He even feigns crossing his heart. "I want to work with you, beside you because I think you're the best of us, really I do. I'm sorry I let the way I feel about you get in the way of your work." "What do you mean?" You look surprised at him, "what way do you feel?" "What?" "Sekijiro you just said the way you felt about me-" "I..." He looks like a deer in headlights, he furrows is eyebrows, "I guess..I just. I'm always on your case because I like to..be with you, and I can't even think about what I would do if something happened to you. Not because you're weak but because this work is dangerous and unpredictable. If it's too much I'll stop, I don't want to be in the way of your work, you do amazing work, I'm just enamored by it, by you." He shakes his head, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you in the right way." "I'm confused-" Your face is hot, "stop it this isn't funny.." "I'm not being funny, really I'm not. I'm sorry this got so out of hand. I didn't think you'd be so upset with me." "Of course I'm upset with you, why would I want you thinking I can't hold my own why I think so highly of you? When I feel the way I do?" "Are you saying you-" You laugh, "oh I'm sorry." You rub your face, "I'm sorry this is all a big misunderstanding." Your hands move to his shoulders, the side of his neck, "I didn't think you felt that way about me." "You couldn't tell I was falling in love with you? You're all I ever want to talk about." "I'm sorry I shoved you.. a lot." You rest a knee on the chair between his legs, "I'm sorry I got upset before you could explain, I'm thankful you're looking out for me." You don't let him reply before kissing him, he guides you into his lap, hands holding onto your waist. "I'm sorry I was hovering, I'm sorry I doubted you abilities-" "It's fine." You shush him, "We can make it up to each other I'm sure."

#aizawa shota x reader #eraser head x reader #present mic x reader #hizashi yamada x reader #vlad king x reader #kan sekijiro x reader

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sheislethal · 2 years

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i have a request! so can you do a head cannon of arcane characters reaction to y/n having a wet dream or reader waking up late after a ✨spicy✨ night

INCLUDES: JINX, VI, SEVIKA, EKKO, and CAITLYN

WARNINGS: {MDNI} NSFW, mature themes, etc.

Notes: I will not be writing the 6th-11th of this month due to me going on a trip. My requests will still be open, though!

JINX:

Once she was awoken by your quiet moans, a devious smile flickered onto her face.

Heat traveled down her body as she continued to listen to you.

Her hand somehow happened to slip between those pretty thighs of yours.

She watched you react to her touch with eager eyes before she really started working you.

She would bite her lip to muffle her own moans at the sight of your flushed face.

If you didn't wake up, she would work you over the edge.

If you did wake up, she would let you react to the situation before she quickly flipped herself on top of you

and she would proceed to eat you out until you came undone.

"Those pretty sounds of yours drive me insane, toots. I just couldn't help myself-"

You two would not be going back to sleep.

"What were you dreamin' about, sweets? Dreamin' about me touchin' ya like this- tastin' you like this?"

VI:

Once Vi had been awoken by your sweet sounds, she was down bad.

Her eyes would light up in amusement as she watched you squirm in your sleep.

Her scarred lips would carefully attach to your neck, so as to not wake you up.

Her hand would quickly find its way between your thighs.

She would smirk against your skin once your moans became more evident as she touched you.

It's no secret she got off on watching you get off, so she would be pretty turned on.

Her steel eyes would take in every subtle jerk and furrowing of your eyebrows as she continued to drive you to your peak.

She would be itching to murmur sweet praises into your ear.

Once you finally stirred, she was relieved to be able to.

"G'morning, baby. Saw you needed some help, so I figured I'd oblige."

"You look so pretty like this- clenching your thighs around my fingers. Oh? You want more? Say please."

SEVIKA:

This wasn't the first time.

Obviously, being with Sevika, you're going to have wet dreams.

A knowing chuckle escaped her lips once she realized this was happening again.

She pull you close if you weren't against her already.

Your back against her chest as she pushed your underwear out of her way.

Rather than moving to your clit first, her metal fingers would head straight to your entrance.

Once she started to hit your g-spot just enough to pull more sounds from you, she would then move her other hand to your clit.

Even as you slept she would give you no mercy.

Her fingers would pound into you, quickly making your consciousness return to you.

"Naughty thing. Still needing me even in your sleep."

EKKO:

Ekko would want to wake you up first.

He likes to see it in your eyes when he's delivering you the pleasure you oh so desire.

You would be drawn from your sleep as he kissed up your neck and across your jaw.

"Something keeping you up, princess?"

"How bout' I help you with that, hm?"

Ekko would have wet dreams, too, and you would always help him with those.

He just wants to return the favor.

He would work you quickly, but deliciously, so you would be able to go back to sleep and get the rest you needed.

But you two never did go back to sleep.

It was always "one more round" with you two.

But one turned into two, and two turned into four.

CAITLYN:

Caitlyn was staying up late working on some enforcer things.

Her eyes widened in surprise when she started hearing you making noises from her bed.

She would curiously approach the bed, only to realize what was going on.

She wouldn't want to disrupt your sleep, but she also didn't want you to go without some relief.

She settled on gently waking you up.

Once you stirred, she would pepper your neck with kisses.

"Do you need a little help, darling?"

She would happily help you out once you accepted her offer.

She wouldn't stop helping until you fell totally limp onto the mattress.

"Have sweet dreams, love." She would murmur into your hair as you fell back asleep in her arms.

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johnnyraine · 1 year

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After a Game (Smut!)

Shuntarō Chishiya (Alice in Borderland) x Male Reader

Summary: "You must always wear swimsuits at the Beach." -Hatter. Chishiya has a habit of changing clothes before games and changing back on the way back to the Beach. Y/n becomes entranced while watching him change.

Words: 966

19th of January, 2023

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"Yes?" Chishiya asks, zipping his jacket, leaving a bit open.

Rubbing the back of your head, you give him a sheepish grin. For the past few minutes, you've been watching Chishiya change back into his "Beachwear." You know you weren't exactly being subtle, but you are still caught off by his acknowledgment.

"Sorry."

Chishiya throws his clothes in the trunk of the car you "claimed".

Walking around it to stand before you. You rake your eyes over his form: Sandals; His legs exposed by his shorts; his hands in the pockets of that white jacket of his. You get stuck at his bare chest.

Taking a breath, you flick to his face. He's smirking.

Getting off the car, you hook a finger into his pocket and pull him to the hood of the car. He raises a brow as you run a finger down his chest.

"Do you want it off?" He asks.

"No." Splaying your hand across his chest, you lean in. "It leaves more to the imagination."

You say that as though you haven't seen each other naked before.

"You're the reason schools have dress codes," Chishiya quips and you burst into laughter.

Instead of answering, you capture his lips with yours. Nipping and sucking at his lips as your hand reaches into his jacket, feeling goosebumps raise as you glide over his skin. Sucking on his bottom lip, you gently bite down and pull back to meet his hooded gaze.

Letting his lip go, your other hand reaches behind his neck. You pull him into your lips, ravishing his mouth with your tongue, pulling soft moans from him.

Pulling your hand from his jacket, you reach down, cupping his erection.

You rub him for a moment before reaching into his shorts and grabbing his cock.

Chishiya tenses, leaning on the car as he mewls at your touch. You jerk his length for a moment before your thumb plays with his tip. Chishiya's hands leave their favorite spot, latching onto your shirt.

Leaving his lips, you kiss your way down his jaw, his neck, and chest.

Your hand joins you, exposing more of his chest to you. Chishiya clings to you as you nip and suck, likely leaving hickeys. As he's distracted by your ministrations, you pull his pants and underwear down, his cock flopping against you.

Standing over him, you push on his heaving chest. Chishiya leans back on his arms and you sink to your knees.

Grabbing his cock, you thumb his tip, raising his cock up before licking him from base to tip. Taking him to your mouth, your tongue swirls around the head, listening to Chishiya's labored breaths. You slowly build a rhythm, bobbing up and down his length.

Chishiya lets out breathy moans, watching you work.

You suck him off while jerking what's not in your mouth. Pulling back to the tip, you swirl your tongue before licking the slit. Chishiya jerks, making a choked sound and you feel his cock pulsing.

Grabbing onto his tense thigh, he explodes in your mouth.

Swallowing around him, you pull back, strands of spit connecting you.

Whipping your mouth, you think for a moment, trying to remember if you brought lube. Chishiya stares at you all the while, catching his breath.

"I believe so…" You mumble to yourself, getting a look from him.

Grabbing onto his jacket, you pull him up and into the backseat of the car.

Chishiya lays back as you move to the passenger side and open the glove box. Luckily, there is lube.

Chishiya's lips twitch as you come back, giddy at your luck.

Taking off your clothes, you go to put some lube in your hand, but Chishiya stops you. Taking the bottle from you, he pours some onto his hand before grasping your length.

You bite your lip as he repeats your earlier actions: jerking you off and thumbing your tip.

You involuntarily thrust when he lets go. You hadn't realized your eyes were closed until you opened them to see Chishiya. He's leaning back on his arms, his jacket, his last piece of clothing, is unzipped, fully exposing his chest. One leg is hanging off the seats, the other, bent upward, showing his full glory to you.

He lets you bask in his beauty for a moment before you join him in the car.

With some maneuvering, you wind up with your hand under his leg, raising it to your lips. Kissing his leg, you feel Chishiya relax under your touch. With your other hand, you take your cock in hand and bring it to his entrance. Rubbing circles against his skin, you slowly slide into Chishiya.

Chishiya takes a shaky breath.

Leaning over him, you cup his cheeking, stroking it with your thumb. You bring your lips together.

Gradually as you pound into Chishiya, he wraps his arms around you, bringing you closer. Moaning into each other's mouths, kissing the other's swollen lips. You can feel his cock against your stomach, bouncing with your thrusts.

Leaning back, you listen to Chishiya's moans. Looking at his furrowed brow and his scrunched eyes. You grin.

"Chishiya," You rasp. "Look at me."

His eyes flutter open, glazed over.

You chuckle. With a hold on the back of his neck, you slam into him a few more times before cumming.

You lose his gaze as your head falls down, groaning. Chishiya lets out a choked moan and you feel his hot cum hit your stomach and chest.

Grinding against his ass, you wait until you stop cumming.

You can feel his labored breaths as you raise your head to look at him.

"You ready to head back?" You ask, equally breathless.

Chishiya lazily nods and you help him clean up and dress before heading back to the Beach.

#Shuntaro Chishiya x Male Reader #chishiya x male reader #alice in borderland x male reader #male reader smut #wow a two day writing streak. This won't keep going.

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gr00vyminibus · 7 months

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Two parts to a heart.

Maria Rambeau x black fem.

Maria finally reconciles with you again but this time she may have to choose between the two people she loves the most.

Will include: lot of bad mouthing on Carol's behalf, consumption of alcohol, suggestive scenes, smut, suggestive oral sex, tribbing, degrading on someone's behalf. Self-projecting (oops! 😋 hey I love Carol but we got beef.)

Taglist: @zeezeecave @mybonafidefeelings @masterajoy314 @xenaizogie @blacksapphhicmaddonna

Divider by, @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

Maria felt she deserved this even if it made her feel guilty, she grew attached to Carol and loved her even but that devotion was torn in half by you.

Speaking of, you were beyond happy that she accepted this date at the underground and bought some food and drinks while you sat and listened to the live music. Maria was enjoying herself but even when she smiled and spoke with confidence you knew something was wrong.

"You thinkin' about her?" You spoke over the music as you leaned over. Maria sipped her alchoholic lemonade a bit faster before setting down the cup and allowing the acidic and sweet taste to settle on her toungue. Readying herself to lie.

"What? no. I'm not." She glanced at you and brought her eyes to the artist again. You noticed the subtle swallow in her throat and smirked, "You just lied." She rolled her eyes to the sound of you chuckling and tried to tune it out but you weren't having it.

"Acting like we ain't been in the force together. Bet carol couldn't read you like I do."

"Don't– talk about about her right now." You raise your brows and ask sarcastically, "Did I cross a line?" Maria tsked and crossed her legs over, her head shaking in disbelief before she decided to lean in your ear so you could hear her response.

"You know you being real petty right now." You shrugged, "So? Its just crazy that blondie ain't here, but she stays on your mind." You tilted your head at Maria as she rolled her eyes and gave you the hand to your chest.

"Whatever, I don't wanna hear anything about carol, I came here with you, not her." The music came to an end and their was just the sound of distant and close claps while you two stared at eachother.

"Fine. You right.. I'm trippin. You hoping to leave here with me too though?" Maria saw a flash of the old you and felt the other half of her heat fill in replacement of what carol couldn't be there to provide.

You braids fell further over your shoulder as you smiled and combed them forward. Maria poked her toungue in her cheek and looked elsewhere.

"Mhm, sure.."

"What was that?" She looked back at you and couldn't contain her hazy smile as she nodded, "Yes, I want to leave here with you." You glanced at her plum glossed lips and instantly wet your own. Maria watched the wet muscle slide back in your mouth as her smile grew wider from the side.

Then the host interrupted with another introduction of a musician.

"If you havin' a good time lemme hear you say yea?" The crowd agreed and he smiled all wide and boxy, "Our new performer is a poet and he real deep, came from the bars so he know a thing or two, give it up for Red Storm!" you both enjoyed the last of the music you were going hear from a microphone before hearing it another way.

Eventually when it was time to go, you stood up in your skin tight dress, hand in hand with Maria who held her pocketbook to her stomach as you led her out of the crowd. Maria's pent up desire only greatened when she rode quietly in the passenger seat of your SUV. She tried to focus on the highway or passing cars rather than your hand sliding down her thigh to cup her knee.

She remembers what you both used to do in flight school and outside of it. You were able to see Monica and be with her for a couple of months, that is until Maria broke it off. Carol was haunting her and took up the space in her mind that you used to occupy.

She realized she was using you and parted ways in the kindest way possible to gain time to heal and by God's gift... Carol came back. She came back in the most unusual situation and she didn't quite remember who Maria was but the woman was absolutely willing to help ring her bells.

And her nearly empty heart was refilling like a flipped hourglass, she knew that Carol still loved her and Carol knew that too but she had to leave yet again. Maria this time, was all the more understanding. Saving the rest of the galaxy was surely more important than staying with her and Monica.

Carol was accomplishing something bigger than the three of them but it hurt to know that she had a choice and didn't hesitate. Months of her absence began multiplying and Monica was too hopeful for her own good. It truly pained her as a mother to decompose her hopes into reality when her child was led on with the last few words Carol said to her.

Like she'd actually come back. Bullshit.

Maria was back at square one, her hearts compassion emptying out for everyone other than her child until she saw you again. Appearing polished because you held it together like you never had a day where you just wanted to beg on her doorstep, get revenge, or simply.. talk.

Obviously the last option prevailed and they were a lot of days where you both would just sit and talk until something sparked up again like a shabby yet treasured car.

Maria was persuaded into giving you both a chance again and thats all you wanted, another chance. You pulled into her driveway and unlocked the car doors so you both could get into the house as soon as possible. No one was there since Monica was at her grandparents and Maria stepped up the porch with you, keys in hand.

She jangled them for the right one before unlocking the door and walking inside, even after a long time you knew where everything was and followed her in the dimness of her house, the only light being the one through blinds since Maria flicked the porch lights on.

When she reached her room, your heart skipped a beat. You were met with same furniture and scent of fresh laundry, ensence and coffee along with Maria's sharp perfume.

"This what you wanted?" She asked as she found her way on the king-sized bed and flicked on a lamp, you stood a distance from Maria as you watched her drag the zipper of her dress slowly and finally peel the rest of it down her body when it reached the limit.

Without taking your eyes off of her her, you slid your heels off your feet and dropped them to the floor.

"It's damn sure a part of it." She threw her dress elsewhere and thumbed the straps of her bralette. The fact that it was a magenta and see through made your mouth water and you got in the bed with her in your own navy blue lace set.

Maria grabbed your face, bringing you in to kiss her, your toungue pressed against each other before your lips did and it didn't miss not a sound of content from the both of you. She began to straddle your lap and grabbed handfuls of your braids just to bring you closer.

Was it the loud drumming of your heart in your ears or was Maria kissing you really familiarly. It reminded you of the good times you spent sharing a bed but it had another nostalgic feeling in it.

Maria felt your hands run over the fullness of her bottom and knead the flesh like dough. She loosened her fingers from your hair and slid them down your neck to take a hold of it. Making you lean back at foot of the bed, your head resting just at the edge which made the blood start to rush north.

"Why don't you take my panties off, make my job easier?" You smirked as your fingers hooked in the bands and pealed them off with a smirk.

"Yes ma'am."

"Oh, you ain't forget your manners?" Maria momentarily got off your lap and used a hand to slide her undergarments off her ankles completely afterwards she used both to slide off your panties as you slightly raised your hips and lowered them back on the bed.

"Not during times like this" Maria liked the way your voice faded out as she put your legs togther in a familiar position, her eyes found yours again as she slowly scooted closer and closer until you physically couldn't take it and pushed your hips into her for that special connection.

A moan here, and sweet sigh there.

"You still got the heart to tease me? After all these years?" A teasing smile made its way to your lips as you grinding your hips, lips parting for a weak exhale between sentences. Maria grips your thigh for more control and accuracy and manages a smile back at you.

"You still ain't got the heart to take it, baby?" Your hand came down on the flesh of her ass as Maria let out a moan, biting her lip at wonderful tingling sensation that lingered behind.

"Keep talking, I love when you get smart." The way the energy shifted so pleasantly had her heart pumping with adrenaline. Should she be careful with her words or should she risk it and see how far you'll go.

You knew the gears in her head were turning so while they did you took the advantage of flipping your bodies over holding her leg over your shoulder. Maria exposed one off her breasts from her bra and pinched the nipple. Her body slid up the sheets repeatedly as you rocked into her.

The once perfect shape of her pixie cut being ruined by the hot friction under her head but that was the least of her worries. Maria arched once because she felt something build up inside already and it excited her because its been so long. Her eyes welled up looking at you.

"You know how beautiful you look right now?" You whispered as you leaned near her ear, "So fucking beautiful." You kissed the line of her jaw and gently moaned after because you were approaching the end too, your pussy missed maria just as much, if not more than Maria's has missed you.

She preened, "Yeah?" Her hands curled around any part of you like vines as she rocked back against you with her mouth falling open and snapping back closed with pleased hisses.

" 'Course. Carol ain't never tell you that?– about how sexy you look when you cum- or when you just tipping and tipping.. and don't know what do with yourself?" Maria felt irritation prick at her skin momentarily but you just made her even more turned on with how jealous and explicit you were.

If you weren't fucking Maria so good right now she'd kick you out of her bed. "I mean," you continued, wanting to spite the absent woman even more.

"does she even know how to truly turn you on?" Maria rolled her eyes and accidentally got them stuck back in her skull when you reached one hand down to rub smooth circles onto her throbbing clit. "Mmm, sh–shut up"

"She know that you want a woman willing to lick you from your pretty lil head to your toes? Admit you've been missing me– missing this passionate sex that Carol couldn't give you." your voice wavered a bit from the fact that you were so incredibly close and if Maria said it, that would certainly loosen the knot.

Instead she chose to be stubborn and not give you the satisfaction, Maria weakly pushed at your chest and squeezed her thighs to repel you but you grabbed both of her hands with one wrist. Her frustrated and lustful gaze met yours as you pressed further with your voice lowering.

"Mari' you know I got all night and the morning after." You searched in her eyes and saw them soften, you could really get to a person if you pleased them right but Maria was thinking beyond that. She wasn't getting pleasured by any random person.

She was sharing her body to the woman with skin the same color as ground coffee, your eyes the jugs of hickory liquor Maria's favorite small country bars would serve, always on a Friday or Saturday.

On those days she felt the most relaxed, even if she was away from her child.

Maria fell inlove with you because you were the embodiment of the phrase, I got you. She can hardly remember whenever your arms weren't open and if there was a time you had a good damn reason. You and Carol were two different people that claimed her heart for different reasons.

The thing is, Maria's mind clicked with you before her heart did. Almost like calling shotgun about which organ would control her feelings. You were mostly there and supported her through the whole road and hills ahead. But Carol popped in and made her days even brighter, she resurrected her heart.

But, you.

You.

She needed you more than she wanted you. So.

"Come on, baby." You spoke gently as your climax creeped.

"Yes, yes... I fucking missed you, y/n." You leaned in enough to be in a range where could you kiss her.

"You and I both knew that anyway." you crashed your lips together and your hold loosened on her bound hands, Maria brought them both down and embraced you with her arms holding your waist and neck possessively when their was no competition.

Your hips stuttered against one anothers like the moans that slid down your throats. Finally letting your quick orgasms take control.

Once you both calmed down, half naked chests pressing against eachothers and rising in breaths, you leaned up with yours hands dragging from Maria's limp body to your upright frame. Your bra getting un-clipped and thrown somewhere as Maria copied you.

She was very light headed but she sat up to welcome you back down her body with a hand rubbing your back, her eyes deeper than any sea and ocean. You ran your fingers through Maria's pixie as she mouthed wet kisses on your skin, her lips rubbing across the rich expanse of brown and sucking in certain spaces.

"I know I–" you started but her lips found your neck in no time, nipping and licking up your collarbone.

"I know I piss you off.. with the shit I say but– in my head you just belong with me." the statement was solemn and almost desperate. Maria departed from your skin and looked up at you, your bodies shifting positions again as she got between your legs on all fours.

Her arms planted behind your hips as you settled back and accepted the affection Maria continued to shower you with.

"I'd love to make all your wishes come true, you're such a wonderful woman." you relax and close your eyes.

"But you know I ain't no genie. M'not perfect." She placed a sticky kiss to your lips as you fluttered your eyes open. Maria sat back on her calves staring at you with little lust, a little love, and some sadness.

"I know you won't take me back immediately but I just want to stick around. Can you allow that?" Maria's heart started to twist as you stroked your braids behind your ear and maintained your eye-contact hopefully. She broke it eventually and sighed as her body moved back in between your legs.

The creamy mess on your thighs attracted her and she found herself spreading them apart as you wordlessly watched.

"Maria-"

"Yes?" She rasped and you flickered your eyes up to her ass propped perfectly in the air before looking back at her.

"You're avoiding my question."

"Am I?" Her lounge lapped at your inner thigh as she watched you pick your next words. "Yes, s-shouldn't we ta..?" Maria rolled her tounge back into her mouth and savored your combined tastes.

"Can we talk about this in the morning?" You raised your brows and placed your head against the headboard. Just agreeing in silence.

The morning would be best.

•

Your arm was comfortably tucked under Maria's head as she snored lightly. Eyes focused on her the moment you woke up, she was everything worth paying attention to.

You rolled onto your side and looked over her calm face and she started wake up when your lips kissed her temple. Maria squeezed her eyes a few times before she turned to the other source of warmth beside her.

A soft smile making its way onto her chapped lips as she traced her fingers down your cheek for a proper kiss. Despite your morning breaths you added toungue and cupped her face knowing Maria would soon need to breathe. She parted from you with a light chuckle.

"You just don't care, huh?"

"never did" you giggled and layed your head beside Maria's as she stroked your face and stared into your eyes, they just made her feel so comfortable and at peace like nothing could disrupt her life unless she gave it permission.

"You getting lost in em' huh?" You wriggled your brows as she narrowed her eyes and burst out giggling for a duration, ugh now here came the instinct to laugh about anything you said. To smile uncontrollably just because. "You not all that!"

You snickered and eventually you both melted back into the silence. Maria thought about your question and it pounded in her head like hammer and nail.

I just want to stick around. Can you allow that?"

"I thought about what you said.. you know. Sticking around?" You nodded against the pillow and swiped your thumb across her forearm. "I'm not saying no neither am I saying yes but... can you give me some more time?" You nodded aprrovingly and furrowed your brows.

"Of course." Maria sighed.

"Yeah, we just kinda.. had sex on the first date and while it was amazing" you smiled abashedly, "I want us to go on more and develop a stronger connection beyond our bodies. I want reconcile with the woman I met in the flightschool and I'd be more than happy to know the woman I'm laying with now."

"..what do you say?" Maria blinks at you as your hand stops stroking her arm and instead holds it. Your answer is the pull you make to her body and the kiss that erased the remaining exhaust from her mind. She's happy right now and so greatful that you, are now the one that understands.

"I love you."

Maria opens her eyes and feels it all rush in. Brown fingers didn't trace her skin, porcelain ones did and she sighed before looking into a pair of hazel orbs, Carol's hair is all over the pillows and both women look like a mess but it doesn't matter.

"You must've slept well?" Carol wasn't gone yet but Maria knew she wouldn't be here for long, hell, she had to leave for good today.

"Yeah, I had the.. weirdest dream." She muttered as Carol intertwined their fingers.

"Wanna tell me about it?" The blonde asked as she stared lovingly. Maria shook her with a small smile and changed the subject.

Here she had the woman she thought she yearned for and missed to death but she loved you too, and you were actually out there somewhere, miles away. Still holding the half of her heart.

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ipusingularitae · 2 years

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Down to Earth | CaitVi Oneshot

About the first time they tell they love each other.

[Caitviweek 2022 | day 1: first times | content: romance, soft, stablished relationship]

🧁

She said it.

After three months of relationship and some really heart-warming moments, and after a ton of silent minutes spent laying on her bed at the end of a hard and stressful day. After hearing her laughing so loud that they'd both be surprised, making her face blush while she'd gasp for air with tears on her greyish blue eyes. After sleeping next to her and hearing the muffled words she would let escape from those beautiful lips, feeling her breath somewhere against her skin and the peace wrapping them. After the winter days when she would go running around the house, being a little ball of excitement about the snow accumulating outside, looking for scarves and coats and boots to wear and then running towards the door just for spending a hour playing before coming back freezing and swearing that she wouldn't do that again next winter. After tender nights when they'd dance around the house listening to some random song, just to end up slow dancing in the living room looking at each other.

She said it after thinking about how she was so beautiful laying there reading a mystery graphic novel with lots of action scenes, talking to herself about the characters. She said it after they started talking about the ending of the story, Cait being hyped up just from hearing her girlfriend so excitedly describing the entire plot.

She said it after Vi stopped in the middle of the process to look in her eyes and smile so brightly, and whisper to herself.

"I love you so much", and it sounded so good in her voice. Made Caitlyn feel so full even though she was startled at first, facing those eyes that looked like a cloudy sky in a day with mild and comfortable temperatures.

You see, Caitlyn wasn't the type to bond with a lot of people in her life. In childhood she had some friends, but none of them were that close enough to stick until her adulthood. And with her job, the responsibilities and the pressure, the busy routine, parties weren't how exactly she liked to spend her free time. Jayce was a good friend, but he had his own life and he wasn't omnipresent, so she basically focused a lot at the activities she'd find herself. And it wasn't bad actually, she couldn't say that she was bored or inherently sad but she could and she would appreciate some company sometimes.

Then Vi showed up.

It was so subtle, even though the attraction and the tension kept present on their dynamic. Being partners at first helped a lot, they understood each other's routines and patterns, they talked about cases for hours and the company happened naturally from there. Soon they were almost inseparable at every opportunity they had, going out for coffees and lunch, dinner at Jericho's after a long day because according to Vi they "deserve some treats after all the punching and running and shooting, Cupcake". Oh and the nickname, yeah, Vi didn't let it go after finding out about the Kiramman's cupcake shop, a single shop in the whole Piltover, and the little frosting Caitlyn playfully invented when she was a kid. The walks on the weekends and the sleepovers to finish a case here and there, the jokes and humorous looks.

When she realized, Vi was sleeping on her couch after drinking too much in a certain night, and Cait was happy about it. She was more than okay with them arriving together at work that morning, not slightly bothered about the interrogative looks and the whispers. For the first time the rumors weren't something to worry about, they were work partners in the end, right?

Two months later she found herself craving for a kiss she didn't even realize was wanted that bad. When Vi looked at her so intensely, thinking about who knows what before moisten her lips and look away. And then at Jericho's, while they were laughing about some stupid joke. And then after showering in the locker room at the end of an extremely tiring day.

She finally kissed her on a morning walk, making a smile appear in those beautiful attractive lips.

"What took you so long, Cupcake?" Caitlyn reminisces those words with a warm in her chest every time she finds the pink-haired woman looking at her with a need recognizable just for them both.

So hearing those five words that night made a hurricane of feelings and memories rush through her mind, and she couldn't hold back the smile.

She was happy they were good for each other and honestly she learned a lot about herself with Vi. She knew that there was a lot more to learn and to grow, but knowing that Vi was at her side made it better. She was happy to be in her life, to be so privileged and see her discovering herself too.

For some time she thought about their pace. Was it too fast? The aspect of saying those words frequently came to Caitlyn for a month now, but the fear of scaring her away grew bigger and bigger the more she thought about it. Is it too soon? Should i say?

One specific night was hard enough to almost make her say it. They were in the kitchen and Vi was about to try some pasta with a sauce that was unusual for her. And see, she could have her insecurities and fears like everyone, but the excitement in her eyes facing a new situation or discoverie was real. She would go for it, exploring foods and places and movies, different things to do in different seasons, musics and artists, sex toys, positions and dynamics; and she would go with a glimmer in those greyish-blue orbes.

So they were putting the sauce in the pasta, a good amount in each plate, and the same excitement was there while she grabbed the fork and took the food into her mouth. Looking cautiously, Cait saw the expression in her face changing until she was with raised eyebrows and a small smile.

"This shit is so good! Why did it take me so long to try?"

"To be fair you've only heard about it last week, darling," Cait said, tasting the delicious food.

"You know what else we should try? That fancy cupcake in your family's shop"

"You won't let this go anytime soon, right?", the blue-haired woman rolled her eyes with a minimum smile, seeing the playful one on her girlfriend's face.

"Never," she said, getting closer to Cait. "But to be fair, I do have the best and most delicious Kiramman Cupcake right here" Her eyes went to the thin lips kinda soaked in sauce, giving a peck before she turned to her food again.

"That's a terrible comparison, what are you saying?!" the tallest woman laughed.

"It's not! Look, I eat you out and you taste fucking delicious! I thought you'd like the compliment, actually"

"You-" She was interrupted by another peck.

"Don't argue, I'll prove my point after dinner"

"Is that a promise?" The grin on Vi's face was devilish, and Cait felt a shiver going down her body even though she herself had the most defiant look on her face.

"You'll have to wait to find out"

And just like that, Vi turned to her food again and resumed her meal. Even with some other thoughts in her head, Caitlyn couldn't ignore the pure bliss in her face while eating, so happy about discovering another thing she liked. The satisfaction and the pleasure in some simple moment. She was so precious.

Tonight, with a similar look directed to her girlfriend, Vi seemed so amazed by the fact that she actually really loved Cait. Not only a fond feeling, but a bigger and deeper one. She really loved Caitlyn, and she was saying it, she was making it explicit.

With a need to touch her girlfriend the blue-haired caressed her face and kissed the tip of her nose, making her way down to those lips to kiss the little scar on the upper one. The smallest laugh came out of Vi, and probably the stars were brighter and the flowers were blooming even in the middle of the night. She was so beautiful. Caitlyn couldn't put in words the feelings, so she kept kissing her face until the laughs grew up and they were laying in bed, Vi's arms around her shoulders while the Kiramman poured all the excitement.

"That got you so excited? I thought you already knew. Damn, maybe I'm not doing that of a good job" She playfully said when finally they were looking at each other properly again.

"Shut up" Cait couldn't stop smiling. "I love you so much too" And another kiss, before she looked more seriously at the pinkette. "And don't you dare repeat that, you're an amazing girlfriend"

"Oh I know, I just wanted to bring you back from your trance"

"Forget it, you're terrible", she pushed herself up to get out of the bed, hearing the laughter that always makes her stomach twist with tenderness. Vi pulled her back, hugging the slender body before attacking her with aggressive kisses.

Yeah, they loved each other so much.

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mazzystah · 17 days

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OUT OF TIME ┆CL¹⁶

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : When in Singapore, it had become an annual tradition for Charles to hit you up after a race. And stupidly, you always found a way to agree.

𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : smut warning. profanities. unprotected sex. size kink if you squint. creampie. ykwim by now. beware of grammatical errors!

𝐚/𝐧 : partly inspired by the music video for Out of Time, so I recommend listening to that while reading :)

re-blogs/likes are much appreciated!

─ tap to listen ! ( Runway-model!reader )

From afar, you figured you should've seen this coming.

With your limited time to look around, you woke up thinking you had the chance to spend another day exploring Marina East before you set off on your departure to France for a runway in the morning.

But with how hectic your schedule has been– going from one place to another, it has completely slipped your mind that a highly anticipated event was taking place kilometers away from you.

‘Can I see you tonight?’

You bit your lip as you glared at the notification. Despite the number being unsaved, you were already sure on who it was, doubting that it could be anybody else other than the certain Monégasque you had met from the year before.

Singapore was known to be a small place, and that could've been a huge aspect on how you met Charles that night as he celebrated a podium finish in a bar. The conversation kept going, and so did the drinks, which led to him taking you back to his hotel, hands all over you.

And as dawn approached, he was gone.

You weren't so fond of the idea of hookups, perhaps you just didn't have the time to even bother trying. Though that totally contradicts how you met Charles two years ago, and how it's been a constant happening to see him once a year ever since that very night.

The problem is, you found it impossible to not give in, as he was always the one making the offer.

“I could've worn something better..” you sighed out, your tone a bit dejected.

Charles chuckled at your comment, his arms remained on your waist as he left a trail of kisses from your neck to your shoulders.

He looked at you from top to bottom, that subtle lick of his lips giving you a hint that he didn't mind at all, considering you wore nothing but a white; silk robe─ completely unprepared for his visit.

“You’ll always impress me, chérie.” he mumbled through your skin, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, simultaneously sending a rush of heat to your cheeks.

He had always been so gentle with you, taking his lovely time to admire you. And although he hasn’t done much yet, his mere touch was more than enough for you to realize how much you missed him. Which felt odd, knowing he hadn't crossed your mind until his message reached you tonight.

A lazy smirk danced on the corner of his lips, toying with the hem of your robe. “Easy access?”

“Mhm..” You couldn’t help but chuckle as you nodded, resting your chin on his chest, jutting your bottom lip out a bit. “Do you not like it?”

Charles smiled at the question, shaking his head ‘no’ as he leaned in again, this time deepening the kiss as your hands wandered through his shoulders and biceps.

“Oh, I love it, mon chou.”

A huge piece of you wanted to refuse. That surge of hesitation wouldn’t stop ringing in your head as he touched you, in ways you thought you’d never experience again. Especially with him.

As much as you wanted to stop, you couldn’t. Not when it felt too good to even pull away.

“Ah— fuck.” you hissed, throwing your head back as you clenched around his length, earning a groan from Charles. “So big, Cha..”

“Yeah? You like that?” he uttered breathlessly, gripping on your sides, his pace not faltering as he moved from behind you. You could barely recognize what he said as you batted your eyes shut, the pleasure muffling any sound coming your way.

Only a year had passed since you last saw each other yet you swore he had gotten girthier and.. bigger, you even questioned yourself if you could take it all. And, well.. it's quite a surprise that you did.

“Mm, missed you..” he whispered in your ear, watching closely as you shuddered beneath his touch, all the while feeling his ego boost up in seeing you like this. “So, so good for me, chérie.”

“Oh god, Cha─ yes, right there!” you cried out, gripping tightly on the sheets as you could feel your orgasm building up by the second. “‘m gonna─”

“I know, baby, I know..” he soothed, placing wet kisses on your cheeks, subtly feeling his own release as well. “Tell me where you want it.”

“Inside.. please.” you managed to murmur out, pleadingly.

“Mm, want me to fill you up?” just by mere words, your vision went blank and so did your mind. He was hitting all the right spots, not missing one bit as he bucked his hips.

“Oh, fuck─ yes, please!” you shuddered, face flat on the covers as you could feel yourself releasing on his cock, tingles scattering all over your body. It wasn't long enough until Charles did the same, earning one last mewl from you as he shooted his load inside you.

Charles pulled out, not once looking away as he watched his cum leaking out your swollen cunt, seemingly proud of his own work.

He plopped down the bed, pulling you closer as you attempted to recover your breathing. He placed a chaste kiss on your head, a smile forming on his face while he looked at you.

This was his way of celebrating, exclusively while in Singapore. And you had to admit, you didn't mind having to settle for being an annual thing. Even if it meant you won't be waking up with him on your side, no goodbyes exchanged.

At least, that was Charles' original and typical plan. As impossible as it sounds, you somehow wished he stayed for a tad bit longer.

“Chérie?”

You bolted your head at the sudden call of the familiar nickname, in the midst of putting your undergarments on.

It was much more earlier in the morning, and you figured leaving before Charles could would be your initial agenda. And not even halfway through, you already failed in doing so.

“Hey, morning.” you tried to act composed, disregarding the fact that he practically destroyed you last night, hence the soreness between your thighs.

“You're leaving me already?” Charles asked, a tone of humor lace onto his voice, regardless of still being drowsy.

“Well, someone's gotta go first. And I think I've had enough of it being you all the time.” you mused, pulling your skirt up.

Charles smirked at this, having no idea if you meant it or if sarcasm was the one speaking. But nonetheless, you weren't wrong. He was always the first to leave, and you understood why, despite your chest feeling a bit heavy in the process of everything.

“I have a flight to catch. Will you be alright?” you turned to him briefly, not sure where the concern came from.

“A kiss would be nice,” he suggested shamelessly, resulting in you rolling your eyes as you adjusted the handle of your suitcase.

“Last night would've been a nice moment to ask for that.” you muttered as you moved towards the door, twisting the doorknob open.

“Will I see you again?” Charles called out.

For a moment, you stopped before turning to glance at him. He was still propped up in your hotel bed, the white covers draped over his lower half, highlighting his sculpted arms and torso as his sleepy eyes waited for your response.

The idea of leaving without saying anything bugged you, though you also didn't want him to start anticipating either.

In a swift motion, you flashed him a tight-lipped smile, before exiting the door. A small click emitted soon after, leaving Charles alone with his pondering thoughts.

Though perhaps Charles got carried away with the thinking, or he may have expected too much.

A year has passed since that night in Singapore, and he hadn't heard much from you. Aside from the pictures he'd see online, that being the only source he'd use to guess if you were doing fine.

When he was back in the area, he sent a text similar to what he sent last year. But shockingly, he got nothing back.

And he knew he couldn't even be mad at that, knowing you never gave your word to him.

Regardless of that, he couldn't help but feel.. ambushed.

“Mon dieu..” (my god) Charles sighed, his head resting on the metal surface of the elevator. His eyes looked around, stopping to look at the floor indicator as the numbers went up.

Despite being the middle of the day, Charles' head was pounding, not being able to tell if it's the nerves or just the lack of sleep.

His eyelids were fluttering as he tried to stay awake, but with the elevator coming to a stop, he couldn't resist closing them.. just for a quick moment.

He could faintly hear the sound of clicking heels, judging someone had walked in due to the sudden whiff of designer perfume brushing past his nostrils as his eyes remained closed.

Within seconds, the elevator began to move again, bringing a hint of relief to Charles─ as if he already pictured himself slumbering.

“Tough week?”

His mind was barely awake, though one word from that familiar voice immediately broke him out of his thoughts, eyes opening to look.

That perfume. His breath hitched as he took in the sight of you, looking at him while a faint of a smile adorned your pinkish lips, similar to what you flashed him two years ago; in the same building.

He could easily tell a lot had changed about you. In all good ways, he was certain.

The length of your hair was a few inches longer now, as for the shade of your lips that was more maroon when he last saw you, now replaced with a rosey-like hue.

Even after everything, Charles felt stupid as it only took him a split-second to even recognize it was you.

Absent-mindedly, Charles found himself answering bluntly as he looked away, nodding.

“That's a way of putting it."

You simply hummed at this, bitterly reminded again at the fact that it was you who disappeared on him. But even so, you never once let go of the thought that he would understand why you did it.

It was only a matter of time before one of you had to break it off anyway.

“I heard about the engagement.”

Your knees shook uncomfortably as Charles spoke up. His tone was light, as if he was trying to not make it seem like he didn't swallow his pride to even turn his head back towards you.

"Congratulations." He added, showing a bit of a smile as he did.

You should've guessed he knows by now, although you didn't really think he'd still care to find out after so many months. And as you heard, he was allegedly in love, no way you could think he still gave a shit.

“Thank you.” you smiled, looking his way as both your hands remained behind you.

That odd feeling in your chest was hard to ignore as you breathed out. You weren't here to apologize, nor to explain further. It just so happens that Singapore wasn't the biggest place on eart, where you can easily reach people, even the person you slept with ages ago.

Charles kept trying to steal glances at you, often side-eying your figure as his eyes couldn't stay still. He wanted to say something, talk to you, or maybe even apologize for who knows what.

But he couldn't move an inch, quickly realizing his time was out as the elevator halted and dinged.

He heard your heels clicking again as you walked out, taking it as a sign to speak.

“Will I see you again?”

You bit your lip, that familiar question he once asked being repeated again. The same question that haunted you for months.

You stopped right in between the metal doors, refraining it from shutting as you looked over your shoulder. It didn't feel right to say it, but this time, you needed to give him an answer.

“I’ve already considered you as a guest, Charles.” you say, looking deeply into his emerald hues before blink away.

“Bring a plus one, I don't mind.”

And with that, you stepped out, facing his unreadable expression one last time. Charles didn't say anything, keeping his eyes on you as his pondering began to cue once more.

Slowly, the doors began to slide close─ until your frame was finally out of sight.

A small thud sound echoed as Charles laid his head back to the metal surface, closing his eyes again. He wondered if he had never chosen to flutter his eyes open by the sound of your voice, would that have saved him from such damage?

He really couldn't tell.

He always had plenty of time to look for you, yet he chose to keep you waiting.

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belxnskx · 7 months

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I could ask about a Vincent SO who hates how Bo treats Vinny and one day decides to get in the middle of one of his discussions and put Bo in his place. (srry for my english v.v)

God, I know that Bo grew up with a chip on his shoulder, but he has no need to be so harsh to his brother. I do feel bad for Bo but as I said, he's too harsh on Vinny.

Ambrose was pretty quiet but that's what made the small town great to walk around alone in the day. As your feet padded around the only home with people in it, voices erupted from the kitchen as dish after dish was thrown to the wall. It caught your attention but you though it was Bo just throwing another piss fit as usual, but this one sounded really heated and direct towards someone. You walked up the stairs slowly and pressed your ear to the door that separated the stairs of Vincent's basement to the upper floor of the house to hear better of what he was saying and most importantly, to who. "You fucked up yet again man! Leave me do my own thing and I'll bring ya whatever I get! You don't gotta get in the way of everything!"

From what it sounded like, another victim had gotten away and Vincent was the reason it happened. Hearing his anger towards his brother, it lit a spark in your chest that set every bit of anger on fire. You planned to march out of there with every swear word flying, but you wanted to avoid making matters worse so you insisted on slowly opening the door and tapping your artist on the arm to let him go back downstairs. He swapped with you pretty quickly but stayed on the stairs to hear if anything went wrong just for your safety. Bo didn't even realize you two swapped places until he whipped around and muttered an 'Oh, you.' as his anger didn't settle down for one bit. "Y'know, he's just trying to help. AND don't start with the 'I got this though' bullshit. You know how much he cares about you Bo!" Your voice held a softness to it, but was still stern to show him that you weren't afraid to hit him if needed.

"Listen, I don't need ya defending him cause he messed up!"

"I don't wanna hear it Bo. You mess up too at some point cause why?"

Your eyes stared intensely at his to try and get your point across.

"We aren't perfect."

You gave a subtle nod to him as his anger seemed to subside. Vinny emerged from behind the door slowly to go stand behind you: his wax masked needing to be fixed and he seemed a bit distressed because of it. "Now, let him help you take that damn arrow out of your arm Bo. He's more careful than you."He let out a scoff and looked to his brother. "Listen, I'm sorry. I just wanna do things myself okay?" Vincent nodded and accepted his brother's apology before notioning to the arrow in his arm and helping him take it out and even putting gauze and bandages on it. He may hate him, but he's his brother. They only have each other left, counting the youngest.

#horror

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tiny-as-a-firely · 1 year

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@incalescentia // prev. post

Dorothea closed her eyes as she listened to Connie read, allowing herself to be content in that moment. His reading voice held the same steady beat that it did when they were sixteen and little idiots, even if it sounded a bit different back then, and it was easy to let herself get lost in that moment, so much so that she hadn't realized how much time had passed. She found herself thinking that if life was different, if they could just live in this one moment for eternity, then...well, maybe they would have a different ending, if all she needed in life was a small corner of an old bookstore with the one person she loved the most.

After wandering out of the bookstore, the thought of going home stuck her with panic right in the middle of her chest. It's almost like Conrad was reading her mind when he held onto her hand and tugged her towards Central Park, the place they fell into one another, slowly but surely.

Dora smiled as she settled into their spot, running her fingers through the grass, resisting the urge to pluck the blades like when she was little. "This is my favorite place in the world, too." And she meant it - even though her heart was calling to her to explore other places, live other dreams, see what's out there, she knew that a part of her would always belong to this place, this moment.

"I knew you liked me way before you admitted it." Dora grinned, giving his hand a squeeze and pulling it to her lap so that he could fiddle with his fingers while listening to the wind sing. "You weren't exactly subtle. Remember when we ditched spare period and Mrs. Brown caught us making out here? I thought she'd never let us live it down." Dora's eyes brimmed with tears at the nostalgia, at the memory of their favorite teacher sitting front-row at their wedding. "To this day I still think that assigned us seats beside each other on purpose. The woman couldn't stop meddling to save her life."

A pang of hurt hit her chest once more as she scooted closer to him, resting her head on Conrad's shoulder. She inhaled softly, trying to commit his cologne to memory, his warmth, the way that he shifts closer to meet her. She could feel the night waning, coming to an end, could feel the precipice of what she would have to do soon, and even though she knows it's what she wants, knows it's what's best, she knows a piece of her will be left behind on this night, in this park, under these stars, with this man.

"We should probably go home soon, huh?" The air had grown chilly around them as if it was anticipating what was to come. Her hands had grown cold, and one by one groups of people had been trickling out of the park around them, until it was easy to believe that they were the last two people in the universe. If only that were so.

#surprise bitch #second third and hundredth chances #dorothea #dorothea x conrad #sorry not sorry #happy crying #this might be ugly bc it's from my work computer #if you see typos no you didn't

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simminglytimeladies · 3 years

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Has anyone have thoughts on Steven Wilson’s upcoming album, The Future Bites based on the released songs (as of October 30, 2020 when I write this)? Personally, I feel like this is not gonna be my vibe considering I’m more used to heavier and softer but not electronic type of sound but I don’t mind it. My favorite is Personal Shopper because of its chorus (Just can’t get rid of it out of my head for some reason).

#txt #rambles #prog #prog rock #steven wilson #let me listen to my 20 minute prog rock suite #(wot im using a proper tag??)#(i need it just to reach other sw/pt fans)#the future bites #eminent sleaze is not my thing #and king ghost is kinda alright #i just need to listen to it more #the reason to repeating songs is to kinda clear up more stuff in terms of sounds #also to find other sounds that weren't there when you first listen #personal example is king crimson #especially with their first album #more i listen more i realize subtle sounds that weren't there before #btw the person on the personal shopper single cover looks like mary w to me sdjhkljadfhg #to some degree #mostly the face shape #okay i kinda like king ghost as of now #i like the atmosphere #seriously though im okay with artists going to a different direction #even its not my type of sound #because i want artists to evolve into different directions #and you might end up craving a different type of sound once you're bored #this is not always applicable tho but in my case it does #do you have to like the direction that your favorite artist will go?#ofc not #you don't have to

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jaeminscoffee · 3 years

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Daddy Issues | S. Jn

Pairing | Seo Johnny x Fem!Reader

Genre | Smut, fluff

Wc;type | oneshot: 3.93k [not proof read]

Warning(s) | Pwp, dilf!johnny, y/n's a pillow princess, daddy kink, overstimulation, teasing, edging, dacryphilia, slight voyeurism, degradation kink, heavy use of the words 'doll, princess, slut, pretty, angel', typical lyra smut, i made haechan johnny's son (i was about to write changbin as johnny's son but decided against it) age gap, unprotected sex ( the Reader's on pills. Remember this is a fiction, don't play the wrong card irl) filth.

a/n- i found this request buried in my asks and was tempted to write it. Sure, the warning looks intimidating, but i know you wanna read it, y'all whores (ily) shoutout to @bakugou-is-my-bae @cvntzennie and @jenopollo for helping me decide what to post first! @suhpersonic

Minors try not to interact! <3

Age is just a number, so surely, there's nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed of, right?

There's no reason for you to not fall for the friendly neighborhood bachelor, well not so bachelor bachelor, since he does go around asking people who knows of his marriage to pretend it never took place.

Johnny's hot, super hot. Has the build of a supermodel. Has the face that one can only imagine belongs to a greek god, as you'd jokingly tell him how he seemed to be god's favorite and how you loathe Aphrodite for showing favoritism (which would always end up with you getting a very sultry, teasing look from the lad)

Johnny has the type of personality that women can only wish the entirety of the male species would possess. He's an absolute sweetheart, life of the party, definitely the center of attention wherever he goes. And oh god, does he have an immaculate fashion sense.

But Johnny's also the father of Donghyuck. Your best friend.

More than being ashamed about the fact that you actually fell in love with a man who has a child of your age, it was the fact that you had to fall for Donghyuck's father of all people.

Donghyuck is a sweetheart, definitely got his personality from his father but he's also got that glare that could creep the Lord's of the darkness from his father. He's got so much from his father that the resemblance is uncanny.

You'd not want to get onto hyuck's bad side since you've gotten first hand experience at stopping him from almost committing homicide to someone who spoke shit about his friends, more specifically, you.

But Hyuck's not in town. So a little fun with Mr. Suh wouldn't hurt anyone, correct? After all, you're still only a human with desires and the want to take risks.

You'd always not so subtly drop hints at Johnny and he'd always give you that look that would have slick collecting itself between your thighs. A warning look.

A look that said, "cross the line and you'll get it"

But that's the thing, you want to get it and will do anything to get it.

"Y/n."

You'd ask yourself less than a million times if you want to do this or not.

Sure, you weren't this hesitant when you decided to sext your best friend's father knowingly when he was in business mode to irk him up but that's one thing.

And having to confront the same father who left a message smaller than a sentence that completely disregarded all the obscene text and images to show that he's not the slightest bothered or suprised by your behavior for that matter was another thing.

"Tomorrow at mine."

It's almost as though he deals with hormonal teenagers one as such as yourself on a daily basis and that thought kind of backfired at you considering the whole 'Let's piss Johnny off so that he'd finally give me what i want' agenda.

Ironic, huh?

"Mr. Suh." you start hesitantly, unsure of what to call him, scared of what his reaction would be after your inappropriate shenanigans last night.

Your stiff demeanor broke down a little with just a hint of shiver passing down your spine as you watch his features contort into a subtle but cocky smirk, "So now you're being all formal,"

"Well, what else would you like me to address you as?" you inquire, feigning oblivion to his tone and what he's implying at. "You tell me, doll. You seemed to have a lot of names to call me last night," he takes a step forward, prompting you to walk a step backwards, further into the corridors of his apartment and away from the actual location.

"I do not know what you're talking about.. " you let your voice shrivel towards the end, eyes wandering around the complex, finding interest in every small detail as you avoid Johnny's teasing gaze.

"You don't?" Johnny takes another step forward, latching his hands onto your forearms to prevent you from stepping further away, "You must have had a heavy sleep to forget all that you did last night," his voice drops dangerously low as he begins to walk backwards and back into the safety of his apartment, all the while keeping his gaze fixated on you.

"That won't do, would it? How about we take a walk down the memory lane? And see if that rings any bell?" He brushes your hair away from its static position on your shoulder, allowing him to appreciate all those fine details of your shoulders and neck that are exposed from your selection of clothing, an off shoulder.

"How about we don't...?" You ask with skepticism, jolting slightly when you hear the door shut behind you and at the new intrusion of personal space by the lad.

"Why are you acting all shy now, Y/n? Weren't you the one so eager to get into her best friend's fathers pants? Just be the whore you are, darling. Your facade's fooling no one." okay you definitely didn't see that coming.

Johnny's expressions morph into that of mischief as he watches your eyes grow wide and mouth fall ajar, "Am i not correct? Are you not a whore?" he asks with an eyebrow quirked up in a questioning manner.

You don't reply, almost as though the question was meant to linger in the open and that it was a rhetorical one. What you didn't expect, however, was for Johnny's hands to find pursuit around your neck, not necessarily applying pressure, but there as a warning.

"Answer me."

"I'm not.." you answer with a feeble voice, internally cringing at how squeaky you sound which only added to Johnny's amusement.

"Really? Because I don't think good girls go around drooling at a divorced man, her friend's father for that matter and definitely do not send lewd images and voice out their fantasies to a guy twice their age, still want to pretend you're innocent? Or you admit it and we cut down the chase?"

"Yes, I am." you breathe out when his fingers tighten around your neck, a triumphant smile making its way onto his lips. Yet, Johnny felt the need to keep pushing,

"you're what?"

"I am what you said I am," you speak, trying to avoid looking at the scrutinizing look on his face which seemed futile as he had his arms wrapped around your neck, keeping your head in place.

"I want to hear you say it, doll. I need to hear you say it." At this point Johnny's intent was to get you into a flustered puddle in his hold and it sure as hell was going in that direction, seeing how you can't even hold his gaze for more than a few seconds in a shot.

"I am.. I am a who-"

The sound of a phone ringing loud cut you off midway through your sentence, to which you were absolutely relieved. Johnny only seemed to grow annoyed the more he heard the phone ring. With a loud huff, he lets you go, not before giving you a stern look, "Go to my room." he instructed, making his way to the study.

You let out a breath you've been holding in unknowingly the moment he steps away from you. You watch his figure retreat from you with awe, only now realizing how messy you felt between your legs and how your knees keep buckling.

"Oh Hyuck!" you hear Johnny exclaim into the phone the minute you step forward to follow his command.

Your best friend is on call with the guy you're about to fuck.

Your blood runs cold as you shakily make your way into the apartment and towards the bedroom, shrugging off your sling bag, hanging it behind the door as you place your phone on the bedside table to wipe your hands dry from all the sweat that had accumulated at the palm of your hands.

"Yeah, I'm fine, about to eat to my dinner actually" you hear the moment to make yourself comfortable at the edge of the bed, looking over to the door where Johnny stood with his arms across his chest, the other holding up the phone as he leans his weight onto one shoulder, leaning into the doorframe.

You take the time to really appreciate his appearance. He adorned nothing more than a simple grey sweat and tight black tee but he seemed ready to walk down a runway at any given moment now. His long hair, slightly disheveled looking almost intentionally messed up, compliments his features. And oh his features.

The everlasting smirk stayed still on his lips, moving as he exchanged words with his son.

You only come back to your senses when Johnny snapped his free hand in front of you, gaining your attention. He points at his own shirt, then points at you, mouthing 'off' while he listens to Donghyuck speak about whatever he's speaking.

"Really? Jeno said that? Tell him I'm more than willing to welcome him as my gym partner, the lad seems strong" Johnny makes a quick move to remove the gadget from his ear, before holding it in front of him after placing the call on speaker mode

Your eyes widen the moment you hear the disturbance in the background and Donghyuck's voice resonate through the room. "no?? Why would you want to work out with him? He'll only make you feel old, you know?"

"Says the one who still can't beat me at arm wrestling. If anything, i think Jeno would make the perfect gym buddy for me," Johnny raises an eyebrow at your defiance, cocking his head towards the side, staring down at you with a predatory look, "Hyuck, you know, Y/n-" you scramble to take your shirt off at the mention of your name on the call, "-stopped by earlier" he lets out a silent laugh of disbelief.

"Oh? Oh yeah! I'd told her I'd give her book back before I left but I forgot, did you perhaps give it back to her?" Donghyuck questions.

"I figured you must've forgotten so, yeah i did." Johnny replies, pushing himself off of the doorframe, now walking towards you.

"Man, I miss her! I might facetime her after I end the call with you," Johnny sets down the phone beside you on the bed, leaning down, placing both his hands on either side of your lap, finding comfort at the crook of your neck,

"I remember her mentioning something about her cousin coming over? Maybe wait for an hour or so before calling her" his lips graze against your neck each time he spoke, you let out a tiny whimper at the so longed feeling, only to earn yourself a small bite at the earlobe, immediately accompanied by a hand over your mouth, "you need to be quiet, doll. Or my son would find out how much of a slut his best friend is," he whispers in your ear.

"Yeah? Did she mention which one?"

"No, not really, she kinda just stormed out after getting what she wanted" Johnny creates a trail of kisses all the way from your neck to your shoulders, down the collarbone while one of his hand worked to unhook your bra, "Yeah, she's weird like that," you hear Donghyuck let out a chuckle as you whine into Johnny's palm, your figure slightly trembling from the fear of getting caught all the while being excited about the risky situation he's put the two of you in.

"Anyways, I'll call you tomorrow? The boys are coming over now so I got to go! Night, dad!" Donghyuck speaks up again, "Night, Hyuck."

You hear the beep indicating the call has ended. Johnny let's his hand drop from your mouth and makes its way towards your hair, brushing through the strands before pulling at it with a firm grip, "I had my son on call and here you are making all these sweet noises, you wanted to get busted, doll?"

"It's not my fault! You-"

"ah-ah! Don't talk back, angel. You're already in deep trouble, don't want to add onto that now, do we?" He makes a swift move to have you lying on your back, your torso completely exposed to him while he remains clothed.

"But Johnny-" you whine, jolting when you feel his hands caressing the soft flesh of your inner thighs, "How do you think Hyuck would feel about this?" his hands travel further north, cupping your heat from underneath your skirt. "fuck, you're drenched"

"Now tell me, pretty girl, what are you supposed to be calling me, now?"

"Johnny-, tha-that was a joke! I don't have daddy kin-" you try clenching your thighs close from the sudden attention your core was receiving. Johnny wholeheartedly lets out a laugh at your attempt to hide your true feelings, making a quick act of disregarding your soaked panties somewhere behind him.

"Darling, the more you deny it, the longer we keep going at it-" his thumbs at your clit, applying pressure but making no move to quench your needs. You let out a sigh of bliss at the feeling, your back arching off of the sheets at the sensation.

In any other situation, you'd be embarrassed at how sensitive you'd gotten just from all the dirty talking and looks Johnny passed you. But that's the catch, he's Johnny, the only one who can get you this sensitive while doing the bare minimum.

"Say it, Y/n."

"No, Johnny! It's-it's embarrassing.." you plead with your eyes, grinding your hips against his fingers, earning a satisfied, dirty look from the lad.

"Very well.. I'll just draw it out of you"

Without warning, Johnny with little to no resistance, slides two slender digits into your wetness, setting a pace fast enough to draw loud chains of cries from your mouth.

"You hear that, doll? You hear how fucking wet you are? Hm?" he growls animalistically, the thumb that remained on your clit now moving in circles with a motive to get you undone in seconds.

"Johnn-..!" you whine out, feeling your orgasm growing so close that you could almost taste it, "Still going at that, angel?" he questions, not really expecting an answer as he soaks up the pleasured look on your face. "Johnny- I'm close.. -" you fail to notice the mischievous grin growing on his face as he speeds up the movement of his fingers.

"Of course you are, doll" He feels you clench around his fingers, back coming off of the mattress as you ready yourself for your release, waiting until the last minute to draw his finger out.

"Why would you-? Johnn-I was so close!" you cry out as you sense your core clench around nothing, whining about the incomplete orgasm. "Why would I give you what you want when you wouldn't comply, baby? That's not how this works." He shrugs, licking his fingers clean of your essence, moving up from the bed to remove the shirt that seemed to be suffocating now.

"Johnny, please!" you whine louder, rubbing your thighs together to create some sort of friction, all unsatisfactory as it did not meet the same intensity as that of his fingers.

"Please what, doll?" He smirks, knowing the ball is in his court and that you'd had to give in any moment now. Johnny leans down once again, drawing lazy circles at your clit, using his other hand to hold himself up above and close to you, his minty breath which had a hint of coffee fanning your face as you whimper, finally feeling your high building itself up again. "Spit it out, princess, you know you want to." he speaks in a soft voice.

"Please..please" you beg for nothing in particular, getting all worked up again, "The begging's lovely, doll. But you're starting to anger me here, will you say it? Or should I leave you hanging again?"

You mutter prayers under your breath, hoping he wouldn't actually leave you hanging again, "Fine-" he moves again to remove his fingers from you to deprive you of pleasure all over again when you finally latch onto his wrist, keeping his hands in place blurting out, "Daddy! I'm so-sorry.. There, daddy, please make me come" you give in, the name, the feeling and look of pure victory on his face as he grins like a cheshire cat only intensifies the heat growing at a rapid pace at the pit of your stomach.

"Final fucking ly, princess. Daddy will make you feel good" He reinserts his fingers in, drilling it with desperation to see you come undone as he draws rapid circles on your now sensitive clit with the other hand, watching you squirm under him.

"Joh-Daddy i'm coming..!" you cry out weakly as you feel your orgasm hit you with much force, easily driving you into over sensitivity. Johnny's patient in helping you ride out your orgasm, not stopping until you let out a throaty sob and plead him to stop to allow yourself some room to breathe.

Johnny, however, makes no move to stop, only speeding up his fingers, his gaze fixed on where his fingers disappeared inside of you while his other hand held you down with a vise grip, "Give me one more, doll. I know you've got one more in you. " he pants, the feeling of his girth in confinement only throwing himself to sensory deprivation as he feels himself twitch inside his sweats painfully.

You shake your head, tears now flowing elegantly down your cheek, your lips puckered into a slight pout, your eyebrows drawn together as you let yourself melt into the pleasure Johnny was providing you with. "Daddy.."

You whine, feeling your second high reaching you ridiculously quick as you see Johnny's face contort in concentration,

"I need to get you nice and wet for me, princess, you're doing so well. Give daddy another one" you coaxes you with his sultry tone, words and actions, inevitably having you come undone under him for the second time that night.

You let out a choked moan, finally having enough as you curl upon yourself the minute Johnny removes his fingers from you, full fledged crying at the overbearing feeling of sensitivity.

Johnny groans at the sight, leaning down to press a soft peck on your sweaty forehead before getting off of the bed to remove his pants alongside his boxer at a slow speed, granting you some time to recover.

"Condom?" he asks, readying himself to reach into the drawing when he notices you shake your head a no as a reply, "I'm on pills.." you mutter weakly.

You hear him curse out at the thought of doing you raw, flexing his muscles before climbing on top of you again. He takes his time to gently turn you back onto your back, pressing his tender lips against your irritated one for the first time that night, his hand ever so slightly moving to play with your clit once again, making you jerk, "Daddy!"

"Sorry, doll. Daddy just needs to make sure that princess is ready to take his cock"

Your whining intensifies at his words, wiggling your hips to move closer to his own, "But I am ready! Look, daddy! I'm so wet and ready for you!" you whimper, earning a chuckle from the lad.

Just like all the other times that night, he aligns his cock at your entrance without a warning, the tip ever so slightly pushing through your walls, "Alright, big girl. Show daddy how much of a slut you can be for him."

Suddenly, Johnny detaches himself from you, moving further away as he leans by the edge of the door, smirking at you whining at the loss of contact, "Patience, angel"

He grabs hold of your hips, manhandling your body into all fours as he enters you completely with no trouble once he's got you where he wants you to be.

Something about having to take Johnny from behind was so sexy that you could almost immediately feel your orgasm grow, "Fuck baby, keep clenching around me like that and i won't last long," he grunts, moving in you with a steady pace,

"I never expected my son to befriend such filthy sluts like you, Y/n. Look at the mess you're making on my sheets" He grabs a fistful of your ass in a tight squeeze, the sudden shift in his demeanor only serving as a whiplash as you feel yourself growing closer and closer to the sweet orgasm.

"Jesus, doll, you're so fucking tight i can barely move" Johnny growls, talking to keep himself from coming too fast.

"Daddy.. I'm close. M-I'm so so close" you cry as your arms give out and you fall face first onto the mattress, the new stretch in your back only encouraging his cock to hit you deeper, finding the sweet cushion that serves as extra pleasure for you.

"Me too, princess, me too.. '' You hear him let out a whine, his thrusts growing sloppier as he does you slower but deeper.

He reaches around your body to find pursuit at your clit for the nth time that night, rubbing rapid, messy circles to go with his deep thrusts, "Daddy!" you reach your high with a high pitched cry of his name.

Johnny comes not too long after you as he couldn't resist the constant tight clenching of your walls around his cock. He thrust slowly to ride out his high as you twitch helplessly, face scrunched up in too much pleasure.

You feel your body being manoeuvred onto your side as he whispers sweet nothings which pass right through your ears as you feel him softened inside you, the feeling ridiculously soothing for your used up walls,

"You did amazing, darling." he kisses your temple, not making any move to remove himself from within you, which you silently thanked him for.

You both lay in silence as you turned your body towards him, earning a hiss and a playful smack from him as it added pressure onto his sensitive member. You wrap your arms around his torso, about to nuzzle into his chest and just drift away to dreamland when you hear the familiar ring of your phone from the table beside the bed.

You feel Johnny's body shift to reach out to get your phone, looking at the caller ID before handing it to you with a smirk that you knew meant that he was up to no good. "Oh! It's hyuck" you exclaim in shock, quickly accepting the call and placing it near your ear, moving to get away from him.

But Johnny seemed to have other ideas, as he latched an arm around your torso to keep you from moving, "Hey-" you begin, immediately feeling Johnny experimentally thrust into you again, making you whine, "Y/n! I miss you~-oh hey, are you okay?" you hear Donghyuck's voice from the other side,

You look at Johnny with a pleading and warning gaze to which you earn yourself a toothy grin from the lad,

"Of co-course! Just a little.. peachy,'' You turn around to place a hand on his chest to halt his movement, "You don't sound just peachy.. I've heard you like this before!" you hear Donghyuck make those noises he makes when he's thinking as Johnny keeps thrusting lazily the more you look at him, you see him open his mouth to speak, "Oh fuck! You're getting laid, aren't you???"

"Tell Hyuck daddy says hi"

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queenofrain · 2 years

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MM · Hell´s Kitchen

New York was a chaotic city. Thousands of people trying to make the most out of the crazy circumstances their daily life offers. When you got pulled into this job a couple of years ago, you never thought it would become a long-term gig. Now, you consider a number of remarkable people your friends - even family. And as you weren't one for the attention and spotlight, this type of mission was perfect.

Being undercover was fun- especially when the simple recon-mission was low risk. The aim of your mission? To obtain the identity of the night vigilante who was gaining quite the reputation and the attention of your boss- Nick Fury. He liked to keep tabs on people who could be useful on future operations, and he knew the Devil of Hell's Kitchen had a lot to offer. However, working night shifts on two questionable establishments to gather information was tiring.

One morning, you were picking your breakfast at the local cafe near your apartment when you stumbled onto a cane and nearly fell. You were running on 2 hours of sleep and had a meeting with Maria to talk about the progress on your mission that you did not notice the person behind you as you were trying to walk out. You purposely apologized as he assured you it was ok with a small smile.

After that encounter, you kept running into him at the cafe. One time, the two of you even sat down together and talked for a while. He told you he was a lawyer, and you told him about your jobs at the bar and club. You knew that you shouldn't get involved with him. You were on a mission- but his sweet smile and his charming jokes worked like magic on you.

At night you worked and listened carefully to the conversations of the no-so dangerous criminals that frequented the club. You read the articles on the devil's nightly adventures but you haven't pin-point who he was. In the meantime, you have gotten closer and closer with Matt- spending some of your free nights in his apartment, where he looked even more ethereal with the soft lights of the city.

It looked like you weren't in a rush to finish your assignment. It felt nice to play house after years of moving from mission after mission where your life could end at any given time. But you liked it here, you liked how soft Matt`s lips felt on your skin, how good he made you feel- whether it was on his bed, eating breakfast in the cafe talking about anything and everything, or having a drink with his friends at Josie's.

Hell's Kitchen will always surprise you, and weirdly enough, it started to feel like home- something you haven't felt in a long time. When you realized that your night shifts working have become a dead end, you started to take the long walks home in order to bump into the Devil of Hell's kitchen.

Then, after a couple of weeks- it happened. You were walking home when you listened to grunts and fighting, you ran following the sound, and right outside a warehouse was him. You tried to keep quiet, focused on watching the men fight. It was subtle, but you saw the man dressed in black turn to where you were just as another man grabbed you from your hair. You hold on to the man behind you as the devil knocks out the one he was punching.

As you felt a knife pressing near your ribs, you started fighting. After the bad guys were on the ground, you turned into Daredevil, who was checking if you were ok. Meanwhile, you were in complete silence. He thought the rapid beat of your heart was caused by the fight but your only thought was focused on the only visible part of his face and how you could recognize him in any light. A second later he knew that too. That´ll be a fun conversation.

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Hi! This is my second time posting something I wrote myself. I`ve been loving this Daredevil revival and I just love him! Is this part of my nightly thoughts before falling asleep?? Of course. Is it connected to my bucky piece? maybe. haha English is not my first language so if there are some mistakes please let me know.

Have a lovely night! 🌿

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crappycamille · 3 years

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On Stand-By (bakugou x reader)

minors DNI

warnings: 18+, voyeurism/exhibitionism, somnophilia-ish (not really), unprotected sex, masterbation

Bakugou couldn't have been dreading a mission more. Why the hell did his agency have to put him, of all people, on this task. Okay fine- he knew that he was the one most fit for the mission but still. This was a pain in the ass.

The Commission was having trouble with a smaller gang of criminals. The mission was for him to wait on stand-by in a small apartment adjacent to the building where the gang's hideout was. Nothing Bakugou couldn't handle on his own, but still, the Commission had to put you on the job too. It wasn't that Bakugou didn't like you, in fact, it was quite the opposite. He always had a hard time controlling himself whenever you were around.

How the hell was he supposed to control himself when you always strolled into his agency in that skin-tight hero suit of yours? When you would come in and shamelessly flirt with his friends. He would see your fights on the news, but he couldn't even focus because with every kick your ass jiggled in such a delicious way. And when that bubbly butt came strolling into his office it took everything in his power to not take you right on his desk.

His pants tightened at the thought of you fucked dumb underneath him. Imagining what your pretty face would look like contorted into a fucked out expression. He wanted to ruin you. However, Bakugou needed to keep it professional. The Commission would often pair the two of you together since you were one of the few people who could keep up with him in combat and agility. Another reason why Bakugou sought after you. So when he heard he would have to be stuck in an apartment with you all day for two weeks he couldn't help but complain.

To make matters worse, when he showed up at the apartment there was only one bedroom. The couch was way too small for either of you to sleep comfortably. So, the two of you had to sleep in the same bed. His assistant sure got an ear full.

The first couple of days weren't bad. The two of you tried to spend the time as far away from each other as possible within the small studio apartment. Aside from simple greetings, neither of you talked to each other very often. Either one of you getting out of the shared bed as soon as you woke up to wordlessly make breakfast. You knew Bakugou well, so if keeping your distance would keep him in a decent mood for longer... the better for you both.

The instructions were to not leave the apartment by any means. The two of you were just supposed to wait for the call. And all Bakugou could do was hope that it was sooner than later.

Everything seemed to be going fine... that is until Bakugou woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of your slutty little fingers deep in your cunt. He couldn't believe his ears. Were you really masturbating with him right next to you?

You were almost too quiet to hear... almost.

You weren't making much noise aside from your labored breathing and the occasional whispered mewl. What gave you away was the not-so-quiet sound of your pussy. It was clear that you were drenched. Bakugou had to do everything in his power to not groan out as he imagined how wet you were.

He was painfully erect, but he didn't dare move a muscle in fear that you would figure out he was awake. He relished in the sounds of your cunt, wishing he could see it for himself.

He listened to you finish and quickly scurry over to the bathroom before falling back asleep. All while leaving him with a painful hard-on for the rest of the night. You were making this so difficult for him.

You went on during the day regularly, clearly unaware you had been caught. But each night the same thing happened. Bakugou would wake up to the sound of you. Some nights were quick and others you took your time to tease yourself. All while he would quietly palm himself to gain some relief. All of it was driving him crazy.

But then. Then... he heard it. Clear as day... His name.

"B-Bakugou" the sound came out as a breathy moan. It was a lot less subtle and quiet than you had intended it to be. Too lost in pleasure to realize the blond next to you heard you cry out for him. A sound that shot straight to his cock. A sound that made him feral.

He snapped.

In one swift motion, he pushed himself on top of you. A hand coming to grab the hand you had been teasing yourself with to keep it in place. A way of showing you he knew what you were doing.

Your eyes shot open wide in surprise, fear written all over your face as his predatory vermillion eyes glared down at you.

"B-B-Bakugou! It's not what it looks-"

"It's not what?" His voice deep and rasped. "It's not me catching you knuckles deep in your pussy being a fucking pervert?" Your pussy fluttered at his crude words. Taking your wrist into his large hand he brought your fingers, soaked in your essence, up to his mouth to suck on them. Groaning out at finally being able to taste you.

"It's not me catching you moan my name while you get yourself off while I was 'sleeping' next to you? Hm? Fucking slut. I bet you wanted to be caught."

"N-No I-"

"N-No I-" he mocked, a smirk gracing his face as he watched you squirm with humiliation. "Quit acting like you haven't been doing this all week." Your eyes widened at the realization he had heard you the entire time.

He began to rut against your clothed crotch, needing to alleviate the ache of his cock. Your hips matching his pace. Grinding against him with need. "What's the matter?" he said with a mocking pout. "Didn't think I'd notice?"

But Bakugou did fail to notice. He failed to notice that you felt the same way about him as he did you. He failed to notice when you would come to his agency more often than what was needed, just to see him. That you went out of your way to impress him on missions. That you would go out of your way to look good for him. That you would often stare for far longer than you were supposed to.

Being in such close quarters with him caused so much tension to well-up in you. You knew it was wrong. You hadn't intended to get caught, you just needed a way to relieve yourself. But in all honesty the thrill of getting off right next to the man you yearn for added to the pleasure. And being in the same bed as the handsome blond with his broad, sculpted back facing you made your lewd imagination run wild.

Your mind was brought back to the present as you felt your shorts being pulled down your legs. Before you could even react, Bakugou's strong hands pried your knees apart to reveal your sopping cunt to his hungry eyes.

He had waited so long for this.

"Bakugou wait-" He cut you off with a sharp slap to your inner thigh.

"It's Katsuki to you. Wanna hear you say my name. Got it." He said as he pressed a lasting kiss to your clit. The act was so gentle it seemed almost uncharacteristic. You couldn't help but nod senselessly, not entirely sure what you were agreeing to.

Before you knew it, the "gentle Katsuki" was gone. Two fingers slid into your slick entrance and began to rapidly pump against your velvet walls.

You immediately clamped down around his fingers due to the sudden intrusion. Your hips trying to get away from the surge of pleasure.

"Ah ah ah. Don't run away." A sadistic grin plaster on his face. "Be a good girl and take it."

"Oh fuck!" a strangled moan released from your lips. "It's too much!"

"Too much?" he said with a mocking laugh. "How the hell do you expected to take my cock if you can't take my fingers, hah?" In reality, Bakugou knew he was torturing you. Giving you no time to even think. Confusing you with going between being gentle and rough within a matter of seconds.

He wanted you to suffer, at least a little. After a week of making him suffer. Making him fight against himself for wanting to hold back. But most of all he was just enjoying seeing you squirm. As much as he imagined you in a state of pleasure, you far exceeded his expectations.

Your eyes half-lidded, struggling to keep them open as your eyes roll back. Eyebrows knitted together. Drool spilling at the corner of you of your gaping mouth that's moaning out his name just like he asked more like commanded. Fuck, you were so sexy.

You had already been teasing yourself. Edging yourself closer and closer to an orgasm, so you were already so close. The pressure building was like no other.

"So close! So close! I'm gonna cum, Katsuki." As much as Bakugou wanted to deny you relief, much like you unintentionally did to him, he couldn't bear to hold back any longer. He wanted to see you come fully undone. He brought his face down to lap and suck on your clit. Pushing you further over the edge.

"Do it. Cum all over me." The pressure snapped inside you. Breaking like a dam. You squirted all over. All over his face, his hands, and the bed.

"Holy shit!" He groaned; his hands never stopping. Working you to elongate your climax. Your hips bucking up to meet the thrust of his hands. His own hips bucking against the bed.

He swears he could cream just from the sight of you squirting like that.

Your hands curl into his hair to pull him into a needy kiss. Your slick dribbling down Bakugou's chin. He can feel your clit steadily throbbing from the overstimulation.

"Please Katsuki. I need it." You whine. "Need to feel you."

Bakugou couldn't wait any longer. He couldn't tease you for a second more. He was so hard it hurt.

"I know you do baby. I know. I need it too." He hurriedly releases his cock from the confines of his shorts. Sighing in relief as he rubs himself against your wet folds. Your hands were all over each other. Grabbing and groping at whatever you could. Both of you were so needy.

You've both wanted this for so, so long.

You hiss when you felt the stretch from Bakugou's thick cock. Bakugou wanted nothing more than to pound into you, but he felt as though he was going to cum any second. Your warm, velvety walls already fluttering around him.

"So fucking tight." He said through a groan. "Relax a little, will ya, you're choking me." He said pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

Tears prick your eyes as he begins to move. Snapping his hips up to press the tip of his cock to your cervix in a way no one else has.

"Fuck yeah. So good, you're being so good for me." his praises coming out in mumbles as began to get lost in his own pleasure. "Come on, gimme one more. Cum for me like a good little slut."

"Nuh-uh. I can't." You cried out.

"You can and you will." His hand reached around to circle your puffy clit. Throaty grunts leaving Bakugou as your walls fluttered around him. "Shit. That's it, pretty girl. I want you to cum on my cock."

Your nails dug deep into Bakugou, holding on for dear life. "Cum with me Katsuki! Please. Want you to cum inside me!"

Pleasure clouded Bakugou's vision as pushes himself to fuck you through your orgasm, but he's not far after. Hips stuttering before he painted your walls white.

A sigh leaving him when he finally comes back to his senses, slipping out of you with a hiss as the cold air hits him. But holy- if he looked at you for too long he would get hard again. Seeing his cum leak out of you was a like a dream come true.

Maybe being on stand-by wasn't so bad after all.

a/n: thank you for reading. this is my first fic so feedback is welcomed and appreciated

#bakugou smut #bakugou x reader #mha smut #bnha smut #bakugou katsuki #thanks for reading

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pretty-toru · 3 years

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bittersweet┆naoya zenin

୧ genre: break-up angst and smut

୧ wc: 1,918

୧ content warning: unprotected sex. vaginal sex. love marks. dubcon kinda. creampie. naoya being possessive and a lil rough.

୧ synopsis: he's desperately trying to cling onto you, and you know it's not fair to give him hope.

→ read part two here

When did you start turning to dust. Naoya always believed that he knows you better than yourself, but that couldn't have been further from the truth when you're gently soaring through the air and hiding in the glaring sunlight. Slowly slipping through his fingertips until his vacant grasp of nothingness blindsides him. Your souls that were once completely woven unravels itself and he feels his heart getting sore with every beat.

"I don't understand you right now." He rasps, hands balling into fists and his expression hardens like steel behind furrowed brows. All of the rational fibers in his being are screaming at him that this has to be some terrible joke you thought of to get back at him. Yet he knows you are incapable of being cruel so that circles him back to his first question.. what the fuck went wrong? He always thought you could be somebody that is forever, and nothing is making sense anymore.

"Explain to me so I can understand." His voice raises an octave, and he takes a step toward you and you falter in your steps as you move backward. His unwavering gaze still hold yours with a kind of intensity that makes it hard to focus on anything else but him. His hauntingly beautiful dark ambers fixate on your delicate features and you swallow the lump of ice that nearly shatters your resolve.

"Naoya-sama," you utter, though it came more like a whisper and you hate how small your voice sounded. He continues moving forward and before you know it, your back is against the wall with his hands planted on the surface on either side of your head. The flutter of your lashes steer away from him, "I'm sorry, but I need to end our relationship. I just don't love you anymore."

He cups your jaw and moves your face so you're met with his gaze again. You wanted to save yourself and Naoya from this heartache, but Naobito Zenin did not approve of a household maidservant distracting the next head of the Zenin clan, much less when he's already been arranged to marry another. And you learned to associate his name with crippling fear and the realization that he can make you disappear without a trace. 'Do you get it now? Don't interfere and stay where you belong.'

Your eyes burn with unshed tears, and you feel something inside break like the crackle before the ice shatters — it’s soft and subtle and terrible. "Is that true? Then look me in the eyes and say it again." Naoya's touch on your skin feels hot and searing, but you endure it for the sake of you both.

"I don't love you anymore." You say with more nuance, but the untold pain behind your eyes tells Naoya something else entirely. He always knew you were an incredibly awful liar, but the heaviness of his heart doesn't get any lighter and he needs to know that you weren't serious, that you still love him and someone was orchestrating this entire thing.

"Then why don't I believe you? Did my father put you up to this?" He grips your hand in his to serve as a reminder that it's just you and him here. You don't need to hide or push him away, you know what he's made of and he'll protect you like he promised many nights ago. But he needs to hear your truth, and not his father's words instilled in that pretty head of yours.

"Listen to yourself." You find the strength in your arms to push him away, but he barely moves an inch. "Don't you think we're getting in over our heads with this arrangement? You know we can't be anything more than this, and I can't keep expecting something to change because I know that it won't. So I'm begging you.. let's just end this here and now."

He catches your wrist when you try to shuffle away, and draws you back towards him with a soft thud and you're pressed against his chest. His arm wraps around you in a possessive hold, and his hand moves to grab your face firmly yet tenderly as he searches your eyes for something, anything that resembles the you he came to know and love with his entire heart.

"What exactly do I need to do? Tell me so I can fix it. I'll do everything I can. Please, I love you so fucking much. I don't want to lose you."

He's never been stubborn about anyone in his life until you came along. He doesn't know why he's so enamored by someone like you, but what he knows for certain is that nothing scares him more than losing you. He's desperately holding onto his feelings for you because he's afraid of what comes next. And he doesn't want to think anymore. He just wants to feel you against him, to make him feel better even if it's just for a fleeting moment.

His mouth is soft against yours and you lose your willpower to drive him away, melting in his arms as you wrap yourself around him. All you could hear is both your breathing and rushing hands to undo your yukata to relieve the sexual frustration that built up between you two. You moan inside his mouth when he slips his tongue through parted lips, and you want more of him to drown away your thoughts and sorrows of the eventual heartbreak.

"I care for you and I love you. Isn't that enough for you to stay?" His voice hoarse against your ear as he hoists your leg up and grinds his hardening cock against your soaked-panties. Littering sloppy kisses along your jawline and neck as your breath hitches and you try to suppress the lewd noises escaping you. His hand reaches down to elicit more of your soft moans as he roughly stimulates your clit and he simpers when you give into your pleasure. "Don't you love it when I touch you here? Won't you miss this when you're gone?"

He weaves through your loosened clothes and gropes your breast harshly when you don't answer him. Sucking particularly hard on the sweet spot near your jugular and your body tenses up against him. "Mmh. Y-yes, Naoya-sama." You're throbbing and wet thinking about the sheer bliss and lingering soreness when it's all over, and you know that you're too weak to resist him. But you promised yourself that this will be the last time Naoya Zenin touches you like this.

You're pushed down against the tatami mat as his beautiful body hovers over you, capturing your lips into another heated bruising kiss. His fingers wedge between you and your panties to remove the flimsy fabric and tosses it somewhere in the bedroom. Already having undone his hakama bottoms, he teases your folds with the flushed tip of his cock making you squirm delightfully and he presses himself against your entrance.

"Tell me how much you want me." He thrusts slightly forward, slow and deliberate in stretching your tight cunt. He loves watching your expression change when he's too big for you to take easily. The surrender in your eyes when there's nothing for you to do but take everything he gives you. "Tell me you love me and I'll give you a good reason to be a shaking whimpering little mess."

You gasp softly as your hands clench anything within reach. "God, I want you so much. Please, I want to feel your cock deep inside of me because I'm yours to take. I want you to show me that I belong to you and fill me with your cum because I love you. I love you. I love you so much it hurts." You make sure he can hear how much you mean it, leaving no doubt in his mind as you let out all those moans and screams while his shaft plunders your cunt over and over again. Your nails dig crescent moons into his back and he groans through his teeth, seizing your wrists and pinning them above your head.

You look so much prettier this way, completely helpless and vulnerable for him that he slowed down for a moment to appreciate the sight of you. "What a greedy little cunt you have. I bet no one can fuck you like I can. No one can make you scream like I can. I'm the only one who can make you feel this way. You're mine, and don't you forget that." He emphasizes the last part by moving his hand down to your neck and applying a bit of pressure around your throat.

He feels his dick twitch when you stare up at him with those gorgeous doe-eyes and nod slowly while he's pounding away. Your face reflects that delicious combination of lust, arousal and submissiveness he finds cute and sexy in women. And that's one of the many reasons why he was drawn to you. You're so beautiful and so perfect for him, he can't imagine anybody else to take your place. He'll make you feel so desperate and needy that your cunt yearns only for him.

"Do you love my cock so much that it's making you cry?" His thumb wipes away an errant tear that rolled down your flushed cheeks. You know that it's hard to seperate the act of sex from the expression of love, which makes it more painful for you to move on in the long run. But you wanted him one last time as closure even if it's selfish.. and yet it feels so phenomenal, and your body doesn't lie when his cock is buried deep inside you and brushes against the most sensitive places.

"N-no, I mean yes. I'm just sorry about what I said earlier. I didn't really mean it. I love you so much Naoya-sama, I won't disappoint you again." You feel the shame in telling half-truths as they fell easily from your swollen lips, and he leans down to kiss you more slowly and tenderly. More sweet and caring than you thought he was capable of as he murmurs promises you know he cannot keep for his father stands in the way between you two.

It doesn't take much longer until you're clinging onto him and clenching around him tightly as you came. The hazy room fills with your erratic pants and hopeless moans and his grunts as he continues to take his pleasure from your body. And you let him have his way with you until the night runs into morning. Offering yourself to him over and over again even in your post-orgasm daze until he stills in his movements and drains his warm seed inside you.

He removes himself from you leaving you feeling incredibly empty as his thick loads seep down from between your legs. His fingers still intertwined with yours even after riding out both your orgasms, and you catch him admiring you from the rush of afterglow feelings. You're the last thing he sees before he gives into the exhaustion and falls asleep knowing you won't melt away into the warm horizon of the sunrise.

'Marry me and we can finally be together.'

His last promise to you before he closes his eyes shut and holds onto a dream of all the things you and him could be. And you hope there's someone that could teach him how to forget that his only idea of love is you.

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