#my wrist was on fucking fire when I just wrote those words

[rafescurtainbangz]

House-Sitting (JJ Maybank One Shot) +18

Minor DNI

JJ x female reader

You're house sitting and smut ensues

Warning: SMUT, shower stuff, lots of pet names, lovey JJ, oral (male receiving), unprotected p in v, practically plotless

I haven't written OBX before; usually just stick to Stranger Things. So I hope I'm doing this right. I wrote a Rafe one the other day. HERE Gah. Anywho... Enjoy.

Y/N's POV:

Your feet pound against the sand, as the sun rises high in the east. My lungs are on fire. Silent screams of pain flood your mind. You glance over at JJ, totally unfazed. His eyes meet yours; a devilish smirk follows. No, JJ. He moves a little faster, just a smidge, a few inches in front of you. You pick up your pace, running next to him.

He chuckles, breathlessly. You return a scoff in annoyance; picking up your speed, and moving ahead of him. JJ breaks out in a sprint, tearing down the beach.

"Jayj!" You scream.

Fuck. He's fast.

You're streaming after him; your feet unstable in the sand; birds scuttling out of the way, screeching and swirling overhead.

There's no way you can keep up. His feet kick up sand; peppering you as you take up the rear. "Stop. You little shit," you hiss.

He throws on the brakes. You run past him at full speed.

Oh my god, JJ.

Turning around your eyes meet his; your hands on your hips, reaching for air.

"Y/N... when did you get so damn slow," he smiles; voice barely audible. His abs flex tightly with his breathing, sweat drips down his stomach.

Agh... He's in trouble. But damn... does he look fucking good... His tanned skin glistens in the sun. Two chiseled v's on his tight waist; his grey shorts clinging tightly to his thighs.

His smile widens.

"Did you hear me? Or are you too busy gawking, sweetheart? I can repeat myself if you'd like?"

"Mmm..."

"What?"

"To think... I was going to suck you off in the shower this morning." You pant He looks at you wide-eyed, regretting every single word.

Turning pace you trudge back through the sand, making your way to your house sitting house. "That would have been fun. Right, Jayj?" You yell loudly, giving him the finger.

You hear him jogging up behind you; you wipe the shit-eating grin off your face.

"No... No. No. No!" JJ barks. "Don't be a sore loser, baby." He paws for your ass, giving it a squeeze.

"Knock it off," you say flatly, pushing him away.

"Mmm... come here, beautiful. Don't be like that," he croons, reaching for your arm, grabbing your wrist, and pulling you close. He pinches the rim of his hat, flipping it backward.

Ugh... he knows that drives me crazy.

He lifts you up, walking you towards the house. You wrap your legs around his waist; your arms draped lazily on his shoulders.

"You're glowing, baby."

"Fuck off."

"No! I'm serious," he burns, licking his lip, his head tilted slightly.

"Yeah... yeah... serious about getting your dick wet..." You roll your eyes. "Please."

"What? Me? Never," he smiles, leaning in closer, you do as well.

"I'm not kissing you, JJ," you whisper onto his lips. "And I'm sure as shit not showering with you either."

Can I change your mind?"

"No..." You clip.

"Y/N..."

"JJ..."

"Baby..."

"Maybank..."

"Please..."

"Not a fucking chance."

"But you need me..." he smiles. "You obviously wanted something from me."

"My fingers will do the trick but thank you for your concern."

He smiles wickedly. "Nah... Those things are too small. Look at these," he chuckles as he wiggles his finger high, showing off his come hither motion.

"Can you set me down?" You scoff.

He steps into the grass, moving towards the house. "Not a fucking chance," he mocksvwith a sly smile. His eyes drift to your chest; your breasts pressed together in your black sports bra.

He hops, adjusting you in his arms, watching as your chest bounces.

"Ugh...You're a fucking dog."

"Yeah... But I'm your good boy. Right?"

You scoff; your smile trying hard to push its way through. JJ grabs the door handle, pulling it open; the chill of your air conditioner hitting your glazed skin. You shiver; goosebumps fall over your body.

"Wow... you look chilly, baby. We should probably warm you up." He presses the door shut. "With like... a shower or something."

"Enough."

"Please..."

"Let's just wait until we get back to The Château. The Williams trust me. If they find out they'd kill me for sure or, at least not let me house-sit. The money's too good Jayj."

"They won't find out," he pouts. "And, the little note said 'make yourself at home'. What do you do in a home, doll-"

"Jayj," you cut him off.

"You fuck," he finishes his sentence, drawing out the word in an overly seductive tone trying his best to get you to laugh.

"You're trouble."

"No shit, baby," he smiles. JJ jumps again, watching your cleavage recoil on impact; his blue eyes roll back, meeting your gaze with a stare that makes you throb.

"Fine." 

You wind up, smacking him roughly on the ass. He lets out a fake moan one second, charging at you the next, tickling you as you fight him off; the two of you scampering down the hall.

"I said 'leave me alone'," you squeal.

"Eh. You don't want that, darlin'," he chuckles. JJ grabs you, easily pinning you against the wall; kissing you deeply.

"Can we make it to the bathroom at least?" You tease.

He grabs the bottom of your sports bra, tugging it over your head. You clasp your hands to your chest, letting out a gasp. "Hey! I wanna see 'em," he groans. You give him a little swat on the arm.

"No. They probably have cameras and shit.”

"So?”

You smack him again, making him clutch his arm jokingly. “Are we gonna fight fight?" He taunts, swiftly taking you into his arms.

"We are already fighting" You answer flatly, arms wrapping around the back of his neck. "I just slapped you."

"And, you think you'd win this fight, Y/N?"

"Absolutely."

"You're probably right," he smiles.

"I'm always right," you sigh as you work your finger into his hair. His eyes shut softly, leaning in for a kiss as you pass through the threshold.

"No. No way. Not their room." JJ kicks the door shut, not letting you out of his arms

"What's the point in havin' a girlfriend if you can't bone her anywhere you'd like?" He holds back his laugh as the words pass his lips, your mouth, hanging open in disgust.

"What's the point in having a girlfriend? What? Are we twelve? You're kinda bein' a dick."

"Wanna sit on my lap and tell me how awful I am?"

"Stop. Guest room now."

"Uff... I love when you boss me around. Do it again."

"Now. The shower's nicer anyways."

"Yeah?"

"Were you thinking about doin' this," He taunts. "Were you dreamin' about me all wet and sexy?" JJ whispers, fighting back a chuckle, but he's not wrong. 

"'Course I was," you whisper. Making him smile against your kiss.

"My girl." His tongue slips between your pout, rolling slowly as you moan softly into your kiss.

He turns the handle, water spilling from the head, still cold leaving you the perfect amount of time to play. Your lips meet his neck; a soft kiss, feeling his heartbeat under your lips. You palm his cock; rolling your fingers gently over the fabric. He moans deeply, vibrating against your lips.

You work a little lower; JJ, setting you down as you kiss and trace his toned chest and abs, working to your knees. Your fingers run softly against the indentations of his v-lines, making his muscles flex. You smile up at him sinfully, catching your fingers under the band of his shorts, pulling them to his feet. You watch as his aching cock springs free.

JJ meets your eyes; his guide shifting as you start to touch your tits as well.

"Fuck, Y/N," JJ groans.

You take your hands, running them gently against your breasts, circling your nipples with your fingers as he eyes your every move. Steam gathers above as the shower gets warmer; JJ's features, a little hazier than before. You return your focus below, running your nails up his thighs.

"Fuck you're huge, Jayj," you praise as you take him in your hands.

"Yeah?" He groans, watching you near his tip, a pearl of precum gathers on his head, rolling slowly down the length of his cock.

"Mmm... Mhmm." You hum, cleaning him up with your tongue. JJ closes his eyes, tilting his head back to the ceiling.

You continue to toy with him; little licks and flicks. JJ cradles your head in his hands as you swirl slowly. "Oh my god, Y/N," he grunts.

JJ's eyes open, watching as you kiss him sloppily, teasing him with the thought of your lips wrapped around him, the warmth of your mouth swathing him.

"Shit," he whines; sexual frustration painted all over his beautiful face. You smile wickedly, lips parting slightly. His mouth mimics yours, watching in anticipation as you squeeze the tip of his dick. "Those fuckin' lips, Y/N. Please."

"Please what?" You taunt. "You were being a dick to me... Why should I suck yours?"

"I'm sorry, Y/N," he soughs; pitching his hips forward. You snake your tongue around his head, working in slow circular movements as you play with his balls. JJ's eyes shut tight when you alternate directions. "C'mon, baby. Give me what I want," he drawls. You open your mouth wider. JJ chuckles lustfully as you comply with his request. You take him into your maw. "Fuck," he moans; drawing out the word with a deep breath. You bob back and forth, gagging on his cock each time. He takes your head in his hands as you increase your speed.

JJ starts to quaver on your tongue, mumbling words of praise as you add your hands. He tugs your hair causing you to moan, JJ, answering with the same.

He seizes control, stroking slower, taking a different grip entirely. His strong hands holding your cheeks. The head of his cock kisses the back of your throat, spit seeping from the corners of your lips.

"I'm sorry I teased you, darlin'... I just couldn't help myself," he sneers, not an ounce of remorse in his voice. He lets out a deep chuckle. "So fuckin' good at suckin' cock, Y/N. Jesus Christ" He thrusts deeply a few more times before giving you back the reins. You draw off him fully; a gasp for air releases from your open lips. You spit on his cock, stroking him with your hand, letting your breasts bounce with each movement.

"Do you want my mouth, JJ?"

"Yes, baby."

"Beg."

He shakes his head and smiles wickedly."Yeah, angel? You want me to beg?"

"Mhmm..."

"Please, Y/N. Can I please have your mouth?"

You raise an eyebrow, waiting for more.

"Fuck, Y/N... I need that pretty little mouth wrapped around my cock... I'm beggin' ya... Please, baby." You wrap your lips around his tip, creating a suction that makes him groan. Your hands wrap around, gripping his ass; as you start to stroke. Lewd noises fill the bathroom; JJ, panting and moaning, and you slurping and squelching with each bob.

He hisses out a breath as you drag your nails along his skin. Tears run down your cheeks; eyes, locked on his, watching as he starts to near his peak.

"So good, baby... I'm gonna - Fuck."

You run him even quicker, sucking a little harder as his brows knit tight. His blue eyes soften on yours, fighting to keep them open. You feel him quake on your tongue. Releasing him from your lips you pump fast; arm, wrapped around your ribs, pressing your breasts together. Your mouth opens wide; tongue flat

"Holy shit," he grunts; inhaling sharply, surrendering to his finish, warm, white ropes landing on your tongue and chest. You bind your fingers a little tighter, milking out his last bits of pleasure, skimming your tongue along JJ's tip, cleaning up the rest, making his hooded eyes roll back.

JJ takes a clasp on your wrists, pulling you up and into his arms. You wrap your legs around his trim waist, melting into him as he breathes laboriously, coming down from his high."God damn, baby. You're so fuckin' good at that," he mumbles breathlessly against your lips. "Do you know how good you make me feel?"

You smile against your kiss, sucking off his plump bottom lip slowly, taking it between your teeth. "You make me feel so fucking good, Jayj," you respire between kisses as he steps into the large walk-in shower.

The water is warm; remnants of his release rise off your body, swirling down the drain. Steam and heat hang heavy in the air making it almost impossible to see. You hook your ankles, driving your body closer as he presses your back into the cool tile wall. He shuts the glass door. JJ's large handprint streaks across the gathered vapor.

"That feel good, baby? Not too hot?"

"No. It's perfect," you whisper.

"Beautiful."

JJ reaches for the shower head, taking it off the base, turning it to a steady stream. He kicks your foot out gently. A smile spreads on his kiss-swollen lips as he sees you start to put the pieces together.

"Jayj?" You giggle breathlessly.

"You ever done this before?" He questions; gripping the detachable shower head in one hand, the other pinned just over your shoulder as he looks down at you.

"I mean maybe," you smile.

"No one's ever done it for you?" He groans, letting the warm water spray against your thigh, working higher and higher.

You bite your lip and shake your head 'no'. Your focus shifts, drifting lower, watching as he brings the stream of water to your pussy, hitting your clit, making your knees buckle. You let out a moan, echoing through the bathroom.

"Y/N... Fuck, baby. Too much?"

"No. It's good, Jayj. So good," you sigh. "Don't stop."

JJ moves his arm from the wall to your waist, drawing you closer; rocking slowly, increasing and decreasing the intensity, making you throw your head back in pleasure. JJ's lips quickly lock onto your skin, kissing you harshly before biting down, making you squeal.

He watches your body carefully; your face, changing with each passing second as you drift closer and closer to your breaking point. You feel your pleasure building fast, the pressure of the water stronger than any toy you've used in a while."You like that. Huh?" He grunts. You nod your head rapidly. JJ leans down, taking your nipple in his mouth; sucking and flicking, causing you to arch your back.

"JJ... Oh my god," you hail as your vision starts to cloud; stars in your eyes.

"I can't wait to fuck you baby. This is just a warm-up, sweet-"

"JJ!" You cut him off, crying out in pleasure as you wrap your arms tighter, nails digging into his shoulder blades. He lets out a devilish laugh, forcing the stream a little closer. "Jay-JJ," you stutter.

"What, princess?" Your body jolts as you fight him slightly in overstimulation, continuing to ride the waves of your orgasm, pussy clenching tight. "Does it feel good, baby?"

"Yes. Fuck!"

"Then just take it," he rasps in your ear; sending chills down your spine.

You feel your body relax; heart, pounding in your chest as you reach for air.

JJ returns the water head to the base, cranking up the heat, pressing you into the wall once more as you continue to kiss; your ears ringing slightly, feeling the after-effects of your bliss.

"Fuck me?" You whimper, desperation laced in your tone. "Please."

"Anywhere, baby? Where do you want it?"

"Bed… Start here."

"The bed? You sure? I'd hate to upset the Williams." JJ reaches down, taking a grip on your thigh, looping it in his bicep, muscles flexing as he lifts you slightly.

"Just fuck me." You tilt your forehead against his, the two of you watching as his long cock nears your warmth. "Shit," you whine as he circles your sensitive clit with his velvety head, making him smirk. JJ moves a little lower, gliding through your folds, teasing your entrance with his tip.

"JJ. Please."

"Please what?" He teases you again.

"Fuck me."

"Baby..." He lets out a gravelly laugh. "Beg harder." JJ swipes his head across your bud again making you gasp.

"JJ, can you please fuck me? Ple-" He thrusts his cock into you, rutting up; breasts pressing against his chest as he steals your breath. JJ grabs your ass and picks you up swiftly causing you to sink deeper on his cock making you mewl onto his lips.

"Y/N," he moans.

"Yeah," you stammer.

"I fucking love you."

"I fucking love you, JJ."

He pins you to the wall, leaning in, rutting quickly. His strokes are merciless; incredibly deep as you cling to his shoulders again. The hot water cascades down your body, increasing your pleasure as it flows between the two of you, the stimulation alone making you feel like you could climax.

"Ready?"

"Yeah," you mumble against his lips.

JJ draws open the door, his cock still buried deep as he brings you to the bedroom. He's sauntering; a slow stroll as you kiss at the perfect cadence. He sits down on the large mattress, letting you straddle his lap.

JJ adjusts slightly; his cock, reaching a different angle, making you suck in some air. You lift your body, rising up fully before spreading your thighs wide again. JJ grips your ass in his hands, following you as you move. "F-Fuck," you whine, bottom lip quivering, as you feel him stretch you out.

JJ looks down watching where your bodies connect. A low moan releases from the back of his throat. "You're so fuckin wet, Y/N. Holy shit." You hook your hand behind his neck, leaning back slightly, changing the angle for a better view. Watching JJ's thick cock glisten with essence.

Throwing your head back, you hit the perfect spot, feeling every curve and ridge as you push yourself further. JJ's thumb presses against your throbbing clit rubbing circles on top causing your thighs to shake. "Takin' me so well, baby girl," he drawls. "So fucking tight."

"JJ..." You sigh; feeling yourself about to cum again, head, pounding with your heart.

"Yeah? That's the spot. Huh?"

"Y-Yeah," you stutter, cock-drunk, thighs quivering uncontrollably, making you lose your rhythm.

"Let me, baby. Let me," he groans.

JJ fucks into you, striking the perfect angle, making your muscles tense up. "Shit... Right there, Jayj. You're gonna make me cum."

"Yeah? This pussy was made for me. Cum on my cock, Y/N..." Your orgasm rips through your body, pleasure hitting you harder than your first release. Toes curling as you're sent into ecstasy. You lock down around him, JJ taking his cue; pounding into you at an even quicker pace.

Before you can come down, he picks you up; throwing you on the mattress, thrusting into you suddenly. The sounds of his skin clapping against yours echo through the large room. You let out a cry; far louder than intended, in a house that's not your own, even if it's empty. You cover your mouth with the back of your hand.

JJ quickly grabs your wrist, pulling it away from your mouth; shaking his head 'no' as he tacks it and the other against the plush mattress. "Never do that again," he pants through a smile, punctuating each word with a thrust.

"Closer," you beg. JJ leans in, pressing you against the bed, knees wide, striking deep inside, making your eyes slam shut. He loosens the grip on your wrist; fingers weaving into yours. Your mouth falls open; a mixture of pleasure and pain.

"Look at me, baby."

You do, seeing every muscle at work, water still glistening on his tan skin, his blonde fringe, wet and messy.

"JJ..."

"Me too, Y/N. Fuck. Me too," he moans. He drops a hand, pressing two fingers between your lips. You suck them roughly as you fight to keep your eyes open. JJ slips his hand low, his skilled fingers brushing fast.

"Yes, daddy! Just - Just like that. Fuck. JJ," you murmur. "Oh shit-" Your orgasm spills over, soaking his cock, wetting the sheets below. The sound of his strokes intensifies as he works you through your climax, stimulating your clit, brushing through spurts as he makes a mess of your thighs and his. "That's it... Good fuckin' girl."

His hips snap into you one last time, filling you with his warmth, toppling down on top of you. You can feel everything at this moment, his release and your own, the two of you glazed with sweat, soaked from the shower. You focus on the sound of his heartbeat, complementing your own; the way your body fits in his, JJ's weight on top of yours.

"That was amazing," he praises, kissing you sweetly.

"So good... So fucking good."

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[ohnonononononono567]

Carry me - Simon "Ghost" Riley x m!reader (angst)

Games

Bit by Bit

(This was made after 1am and I projected my OCD onto a fictional character so that's on me guys, my bad. Any bad writing can be blamed on the fact I was watching chernobyl with my cat and eating the saltiest fried chicken sandwich known as i wrote this)

"Simon-"

"Don't." He grunted, leaving his position in your bed. Never his. 

The day he admits it's his bed as well, is the day he has the ability to sleep peacefully. And God knows when he'll be granted that right. 

He awoke to the sound of screams, his ears ringing. The feeling of water and blood rapidly running under his skin, as if his flesh begged to be free. 

You had rolled over to hold his midriff, and Lord help him with how much he's grown attached to you, with how much he wanted to pin you down as if you were nothing more than another enemy in his eyes.

He shot up, just to feel the familiar sting of a hook in his rib as he had sat on the bed.

Stepping out onto the patio with a grunt, a tank top and some joggers on with slippers. The apartment's patio serving as the perfect place to have a smoke, the dog yawning to join. Big fella, she was, nudging snout onto Simons leg.

Sitting down, he grabs a light, lighting the cigarette he had hiding cheekily in his pocket, when he had swore up and down he wasn't smoking anymore less than 8 hours ago.

Burn your wrist.

Shut up Riley, you know better than to act on that.

Do it now.

No.

He leaned back, allowing the nicotine to enter his system, and the tobacco to leave a lasting smell on the rough pads of his fingers. He watched you from the corner of your eye. Silent panic. Wanting to help him. But you can't. All he can do is lie to a therapist and come home to you.

He made this worse. Leave him. You're nothing, but he's worse. 

Stop.

He saw you at your worst. Why stay? 

Because he saw me at my worst. And he stayed.

He shouldn't have.

Stop.

He knows nothing about you and he goes to sleep saying bull crap about loving you.

"STOP!"

He yells, grabbing his hair in two fists on the side of his head, the cigarette between his fingers, lingering in the night air as the sound of the city stand beneath him.

He looks at you, and you seem to just be staring. Frozen. 

It spitballs, as he meets your gaze;

"Stop fucking staring at me like that yeah? You can't fucking help me! You deal with me, or you kick me out. Should've done that by now if you've ever known what's good for you!" He says, throwing his hands up in the air out of exasperation, the dog yelping a bit as she backs away. He heads back inside, putting out the cigarette, and snatching his blanket, heading towards the couch.

You gave him a look as he left. He knew that look. You've set boundaries, he was trying to be healthy for you. Honest. You wouldn't stand for verbal abuse, nor disrespect. But he was weak. Useless in the presence of a man like you.

He knew better than to immediately go to you. He left earlier for the gym that morning, called off work, went to one of those shitty manmade parks with more dog piss than a fire hydrant, and sat himself down. Right in the grass, watching a single dandelion. It was weak. But it still stood in the grass. It moved with the wind, even when it lost it's soft white petals. 

And when it was stripped naked, bare, with nothing left to offer, there was another dandelion there. Planted from the wind carrying it. Ready to repeat the cycle. 

Why is he doing this? He'll repeat what his father did. He was the end of it. No relatives to fall back on. God knows how much he's begged to bring his brother, Tommy back. 

But that's just it. He's the end of the cycle.

Get up. Nobody is coming to save you.

He stands before you now, with nothing to offer, but the willingness to move with you if you'd allow him. If you'd allow a weak man like him to remain with you. He'll continue to lose his petals, but you'll help him plant new flowers. To utter the words, 

"I can never truly tell you how sorry I am, love. You are the man I want. You are everything. And it's not enough. But I am trying."

Looking up at you, his bones brittle, his eyes heavy.

He wants to sleep. To feel his flesh settle, his mind quiet.

And as you embrace him, he can feel every molecule in his skin burning. 

And if you ever let reality hit that you deserve someone who could think like a bloody normal human for once, would he continue to survive for as long as he could without you to carry him. Until he allowed the world to end what it started. 

You are everything.

Laying in bed, your hands hesitantly rubbing his back in soft circular motions as he keeps his head in your tummy, soft breathing as the dog nuzzled into the crook between you two, soft kisses lingering on his tongue, it leaves him before he can chase after it;

"...Would you ever marry me?"

@tabloid-junki3 i dont think i cooked but i did heat it up in the microwave so

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[thetriumphantpanda]

masterpiece | marcus pike

Summary | Even surrounded by works of art, you're his favourite masterpiece.

Pairing | Marcus Pike x F!Reader

Warnings | A fair amount of art metaphors, Marcus being a smooth motherfucker but a smitten one, explicit smut, fingering, unprotected PiV, creampie, public sex (don't ask me why I write this man fucking in public so much), alcohol consumption, two Taylor Swift song lyric references if you look hard enough, no use of y/n. Reader is a blank slate physically but is described wearing a dress and is wearing red lipstick.

Word Count | 1.5k

Authors Note | Don't look at me. I saw this post. Immediately thought of Marcus and wrote this in less than 24 hours. As always, a huge thank you to @undercoverpena who continually inspires me to be creative and to write what I love. If you liked this, please consider reblogging or commenting, it is my life blood. This might be my favourite thing I have ever written, so enjoy.

Beautiful divider by @saradika

Main Masterlist | Ko-Fi

The Mona Lisa. The Girl With The Pearl Earring. The Birth Of Venus. All of them masterpieces, but none of them could hold a candle to you this evening in his eyes.

Stood in the dimly lit room, draped in a dress of burgundy silk, the low-cut back showing off your spine, teasing what sat lower, the curve of your ass that he gets to cradle in his hands each evening, the glass of champagne held in your delicate fingers, fingers he knows so intimately these days, how they feel wrapped around that specific part of him. The light glints on the stones of your earrings, dropping delicately from your ears, swinging lightly, touching the skin of your neck that is traced by his mouth each night. And when you turn to him, meet his eyes across the room, and smile at him, he wishes he could paint you, immortalise you on canvas, hang you on a wall, display you, so that the rest of the world, for the rest of history, could understand just how priceless you were to him.

He doesn’t even really know why he’s here, much like he thinks when he does anything that doesn’t involved shutting the two of you away in his home or yours and forgetting anything else exists outside of those four walls. Letting you wrap yourself around him, tangled in sheets, with whispered sighs, his hands on your hips and thighs, caught up in nothing but each other and the way he doesn’t think he’s ever felt this way for anyone before, not his ex-wife, not his failed engagement, none of them. None of them made his heart skip like you do, none of them could set his skin on fire with the trace of their fingernails across his skin like you could, none of them would make him feel as good as you would. In the dead of night, your head pillowed on his shoulder, breath fanning across his skin, he realises he’s never loved until you.

When you turn, abandoning the conversation you’re having with God knows who, start walking towards him, parting the crowd like the Red Sea, your eyes focused on him and him alone, he finds that his breath catches in his throat, still not quite believing he is the apple of your eye, the man you search for in a crowd.

“You’re staring.”

“Your fault for looking like that.”

His hand snakes across silk and then the bare skin of your back, dipping to kiss the corner of your mouth so as to not smudge the clean line of red that your mouth is painted.

“See anything you want to buy?”

He smirks, “There’s only one piece of art here that I want, and it’s not for sale.”

You press up onto your tiptoes, mouth by his ear, “Would you hang me on your wall, Pike?”

Looking down at you, those doe eyes, long eyelashes fluttering at him, knowing exactly what you do to him, he bites his lip, “Maybe not hang baby,” He all but growls at you, “But pin you against it? Always.”

And then it all happens in a flurry. Hand around wrist, heels clicking against the floor as he pulls you from the crowd, out of one room, down a hallway and into the first room which door will open. It’s dark inside, save for the floor lights that illuminate the paintings. Normally, when you let him walk you around this particular gallery, all you’re focused on is the way his face lights when he talks, when he’s allowed, for once, to be unapologetically nerdy about something, but tonight, he’s not looking at the art, he’s looking at you.

Like predator after prey, he takes one step forward, as you take one back, slowly but surely backing you up under his gaze until your bare back hits a wall, cornered between two paintings, his palms on either side of your head, mouth dipping to yours, finding a finger pressed against his lips, one of your eyebrows raised, with a point to your own lips and that fucking lipstick that he knows he’ll smudge later if he’s got anything to say about it.

So instead, lips attach to neck, pressing, nipping, sucking sometimes as those fingers of his work the silk up from your ankles, up as high as he can be bothered to pull it before his hand is sinking underneath it, finding you bare.

“Filthy little minx.”

“Have you seen this dress?” You counter, “You would have seen the lines.”

He cuts you off, parting you with his fingers, sinking them lower, finding you slick to the touch, fingers sinking inside, pulling a gasp from you as your delicate hands circle his wrist, not as a warning, but as an encouragement, keeping him there, keeping his fingers inside you as they curl, search out that spot within you that makes you sing. And he finds it, because of course he does, watches as your knees buckle a little, held up only by his other hand on your waist, anchoring you right where he wants you as those fingers drag up, circling that bud of nerves so perfectly, your head tipped back against the wall.

“Go on, baby,” He encourages, fingers fast and precise against you, knowing exactly how to tear you apart, “Let go for me.”

So you do, legs shaking, his name like a chant on your lips, you come, hips chasing his hand as his movements slow, working you through it but not to the point of overstimulation. He looks you dead in the eye as he brings his fingers to his mouth, sucks the taste of you from his skin, leaning back into your mouth, an expectant look in your eyes that you’ve already told him about this.

“Tongue.”

It’s demanding, and it makes your cunt clench around nothing, so you stick it out, do as you’re told, hoping to earn the golden star from him, those two words that make you weaker than anything.

He leans in, traces his tongue against yours, letting you taste yourself on his mouth before giving you that reward.

“Good girl.”

Then his hands are snaking down, gripping your ass through the silk, lifting you gently to wrap your legs around his hips. His hands fumble with his trousers, moving them only enough to free his cock, your hands shifting your dress again, pulling it up to pool at your waist as the length of his slips trough your slick folds, before he’s buried inside you to the hilt in one movement.

There’s a moment of pause, where you look at each other, where you get used to the feel of him inside you, stretching you so perfectly like he always does, him getting used to the warmth of you, the way those walls of yours flutter around him. Then he’s moving, knowing this isn’t the place for him to take his time, hips rocking into yours, slamming your back into the wall as your arms lace around his shoulders, helping him to keep you held up, hands against your ass squeezing where he can.

“Careful of the paintings, agent.” You tease.

“You’re the only masterpiece I care about,” He breathes back, “Pinned to the wall like you should be.”

It’s quick and it’s sloppy, but its no less incredible as it is when he lays you down, pulls you apart with his mouth, then his fingers, then both, and then finally sinks into you, with your legs pressed back to your chest. Here, it’s different, the way his cock punches so deep inside you it takes your breath away, the way you claw at his shoulders, rock into him on his thrusts so you take him deeper. The way you’re surrounded by magnificence but only look at him, warmth in your eyes, nothing but love as he stutters with his movements a little.

“Gonna fill me up?” You ask, voice sickly sweet, “Leave yourself dripping down my thighs when we go back?”

Fuck, you’re filth personified when you talk like that, when you let him mark you, fuck you full of him and walk around with him dripping down your skin, no-one else any the wiser.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He growls into the shell of your ear, teeth nipping at your lobe, marginally missing the silver of your earrings.

“Please.”

It’s the first break in your facade, the way you beg like that and he knows its all over, always is when you beg for him, beg for him to fill you up. He doesn’t last much longer, hips pushing into yours a handful of times before you can feel the warmth spreading inside of you, a breathe of your name against the skin of your neck as he fills you, fucks you to the point that you’re already dripping him before he pulls himself from you, letting your dress drape back down your legs, feet planted on the floor, as he tucks himself back into his trousers.

Your palms smooth down your dress and as he twines his fingers with yours, leads you back into the main gallery, thighs coated in him, no-one would be any the wiser that he has indeed painted you as his own masterpiece right under their noses.

#Marcus pike #Marcus pike smut #Marcus pike x reader #Marcus pike x female reader #Marcus Pike x you #Marcus pike x f!reader #marcus pike fluff #Marcus pike Fic #Marcus pike fanfic #Marcus pike fanfiction #the mentalist #the mentalist fic #the mentalist fanfic #the mentalist fanfiction #Pedro Pascal #Marcus Pike Pedro Pascal #Marcus Pike the mentalist

[baby-jaguar]

Meeting Johnny

Western AU; Mail Order Spouse Trope

WC: 2,726 CW: None

AN: I'm alive! Sorry this is so short, this was a good stopping point and I need to work on my world-building for Soap before getting to the next part. Just know- I haven't given up on this AU (It's literally my firstborn, blood, and soul, but I will be a bit slow until my brain juices stay flowing. I hope ye enjoy <3

Please see the Introduction for the explanation and precursors to the scene.

Introduction, Biography

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Johnny’s proposal to you was quick in terms of a few letters exchanged; three letters in, he invited you to come out and sent you enough money to figure out accommodations to get to him. As soon as you read those words at the post office, you ran home high on endorphins and adrenaline began packing your bags without grandiose care in the world. The fire inside you licked at the bottom of your heart, anger at staying in this shithole for far too long and feeling a sense of belonging- the sense of feeling wanted to make you have an ulterior purpose in life as if a phoenix reborn and spreading its wings while nose-diving into the unknown. When your parents came home as you zipped your bags, you sincerely couldn’t give a flying fuck as you shoved past them and began berating your parents with a grand show of a public yelling match for the neighbors to hear. 

Good for you! 

You had already planned how to get to him after receiving his first letter back; First step, buying a train ticket that led you to Santa Fe, New Mexico. From there, you had to embark on the Gila Trail, before having to buy your horse and head out on the San Diego Crossings wagon road by yourself. 

This trip was a long haul, and you prayed that Johnny would trust in your quickly established faith to wait out for you. The promise of a strong and loving man is all you could think about...

While in your adrenaline-filled escape, you hadn’t plucked the book in your room that hid his photo as a bookmark, but thankfully had grabbed the letter that gave you his directions. While you scavenge your mind to have a solid image of him, you think over his features and re-read the letters countless times.

Johnny has a background of all sorts, having grown up in a family that held their bond strong, especially after his father had passed in a mining cave-in, which rendered him the man of the house from a young age. Even in his brief telling of these events, you could tell he’s moved out to California to find a deeper meaning of himself, create the line in concrete for it to harden as he ages. 

That isn’t to say that he has lost his sense of boyishness, not at all in fact. His stories that he wrote even contained small doodles along the borders to better depict what he was writing about, and it was half your mind to cut them out and keep them as little bookmarks or place them in your wallet as a keepsake. He was playful, writing jokes about the smallest things, even letting you in on some secrets about the people in his town before you got there.

While the sense of his flame burned hot in multiple directions, deep in his hearth was a passionate man. Just as he seemed so sweet, with a flick of his wrist the writing would turn into something hot enough to make you blush, averting your eyes as your mind ran wild with his thoughts. He seems to enjoy a bubble bath… but maybe only when you’re in it with him. Even writing about the future and him stating he wants a family by any means, you could only imagine a deep possessiveness inside of him to claim you as such. Even if you were able to have his biological children or not, he’d still make sure you felt like you did.

But back to your journey. 

The course of the trains provided you an oversight of the new lands you had yet to ever see, as it was the beginning stages of territories turning into states. The rides were long, and adjusting to the set time zones was a large throw-off to your circadian rhythm. Having already traveled two states west, it was difficult to decide on which line would grant you the fastest access to Johnny. Luckily enough, a kind person in the Denver station helped point out that taking the route from northern Nevadah into California would grant you the fastest time, and ease your solo traveling. 

The kind person stated that they were in a similar situation and now waiting for the train, having a bit of time to offer some advice while making it toward their end goal. Thanking them with bountiful wishes and good luck’s in their journey, you were on your way.

It took four more days to find yourself in Temecula, California. An astonishing change from the desert lands that reflected the sun so brightly now showed the capabilities of a plush environment of greenery and clouds. The train station was reached as the sunlight began pouring in over the mountains; being quick on your feet, and from the other settlers being far too tired, you found a deal on the last remaining horse available. 

Traveling by horseback prompted challenges with reading Johnny's directions, and you did not want to admit that you were lost. The lack of directory and signage left you getting flustered already by noon and being left alone in such a rural area in between towns felt far more daunting than any part of this trip. Passing by stagecoaches who all seemed to know their way around, you filed in line through a secondary road filled with houses in the valley of the small mountains.

Three hours later and a small urge to cry while having given up on re-reading the letter, you accepted defeat when you saw someone sitting on their porch down a dirt road with his house being the only one there.

“Hi! Excuse me, sir?” The sound of your voice breaks through the stillness of the settling valley, enough to make the man look up from the table he is currently hunched over.

“Would you mind helping me out by giving me directions?” Willing yourself to not blush or shrink into your large coat, embarrassment running through your chest while in the new environment.

For a moment, the man doesn't seem to acknowledge you, having to do a double take before his eyes widen in surprise. The toothpick that was delicately hanging on his lip falls to the ground, less he even notices before he sits up straight readjusting his hat, and clears his throat.

“‘Course, my dear. How can I be of service.” His accent is rich, leading you to believe that he’s been raised in the West, and has a perfectly smooth twang to his speech as it leaves his side smile.

“I’m looking for the country store… There’s supposed to be an old Coke sign on it.” The words leave you in a higher pitch than you’d normally speak, having a handsome stranger stare at you with a wide-eyed stare as he watches your lips move. “And to be honest- I wouldn’t know if I’m in the right place to begin with.” 

As if snapped back to reality again, eye contact cut short as he blinks before looking down the road and then back to you. “Ah, store’ way down yonder with a crossing sign. If yer’ headed west then a left will take you to the interstate,” A nod confirms his sense of confidence in his directions, explaining it plain and simple as the roads that his house lies on.

The smile that crosses your face lights your eyes, and it's the most relief you’ve gotten ever since getting on horseback. “Thank you, I really do appreciate it.” Your hands pull on the reigns of the horse, already turning around to try and beat sunset before it's too dark to ride alone.

Before you’re out of earshot, “When you’re in, you gotta stop and ask Ms. Bell for somma’ her sweet tea. But remember, take a right, and you’ll end up right back here to me.” The wink that leaves him makes you question if you’re seeing things in the late light of the day, but you’re sure he can see the blush that burns your cheeks.

A laugh leaves you before nodding in response, now clicking your horse into a quick trot while you’re high on the adrenaline from the interaction. Well… at least you have a backup plan in case your bachelor doesn't work out.

Arriving far too quickly than you’d expect, the store was only a few minutes down the road and concealed by a line of trees. Hitching your horse and walking into the store on stiff legs, you plan on following the stranger's advice to get some sweet tea.

The bell above the door jingles as you walk in, catching the attention of the older woman behind the counter. Here eyes take in your form, surprised such a fresh-faced person has arrived this late into the day. “How can I help you, sweetheart?” Her voice rings out a bit rough, someone who knows how to pull her weight if trouble would arrive.

“I’m actually looking to get to someone's home near town, but I was told to make my way from this store to not get lost.” A pause as your eyes take in the scenery of the rustic store; A layer of dust settled onto the wooden floors as shelves are stocked with an assortment of canned goods, spices, and a few refrigerators labeled as eggs and milk. “Met a stranger on the way and was told I should get some sweet tea here, too.”

Her eyes, still studying you as you speak and noting your accent, or lack thereof, bring a small quirk to her face. “Well, lemme get you some of my tea while you get yourself found.” Leaving her seat she makes her way to a wall in the back, pulling out two large mason jars with a light brown liquid. 

“That stranger you met- was he small ways up north fr’mere?” The smile on her face grows as she walks back to her seat at the register as you walk forward to meet her.

“Yes… A lone house down a single road. Blue eyes, brown hair, and some stubble.” The answer is pulled from you automatically, reciting the mental image of him.

“Toothpick in his mouth?”

The question is almost absurd in how spot-on she is, but then again this is a very small town. “Yes.”

The answer makes her laugh, somewhat un-ladylike when compared to the women from your home, and the noise makes you startle in place for a second.

“That damn Johnny makes me work my ass off to keep this tea in stock. He’s been so stressed waiting for his person to come ‘nd has been drinking me straight out of this stuff.” She levels when calming down for a moment, now placing the jars in bags.

She has yet to look back up at you and fails to notice your limbs seemingly frozen in place as the air leaves your lungs. That was Johnny?

“I’m so sorry ma’am. Did you say that was Johnny? As in MacTavish?”

The rustle of the brown paper bags stops, her eyes darting up to find yours. “Well, I’ll be damned.” She murmurs lowly before a sly smile takes over her face. “You’re here, and you’re damned too good from what you made yourself out to be, sweetheart.” 

Still frozen with your mind reeling, adrenaline begins to pump back into your bloodstream while a jolt alights your muscles. “Oh- I’m so sorry ma’am, I must get going its getting late and-”

The sliding of the jars on her counter interrupts your rambling, “Ah ah, its Ms. Bell dear, and you best be taking this with you to him. Don’t worry bout nothin’ but I’m happy to welcome you to the town.” 

If you looked now, you could notice the tremor in your hands. Nodding and taking the bag, a rush of endless ‘thank you’s’ and an elated smile seats itself permanently before loading the bags on the saddle and turning back around to start galloping forward back towards where you once were.

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The sound of horses and wagons isn’t a constant to Santa Ysabel during the night hours, usually only occurring after the dayshift ends. As Johnny sits on his porch, his mind muddled with confusion as he stews over his soon-to-be partner arrives, thoughts of the stranger asking for directions makes him confused.

Fresh toothpick in his mouth as he widdles away at a bar of tallow, working to pull off glycerine for work. Surely that wasn’t a coincidence, right? The picture you sent was muddled down with water stains, and he blamed it on the damn train that sent your envelopes out this way. It was beginning sunset, and though he couldn't make out most of your features because of the coat you concealed yourself in- 

The bar of soap drops to the ground and he curses, now jumping out of his mind and into the present. 

The sound of hooves beating and approaching make him look up.

There, Here, you’re back again and the whites of your teeth are illuminated by the fading sun to show your smile.

Slowing down your horse to a stop, breathing in a slight pant as compared to your horses, the smile never leaves you.

“Figure you need some more directions, sweetheart?” His drawl leaves him, standing to make his way towards you. 

“Take off your hat.” The response is curt, and demanding in a way, but that glimmer of excitement makes it sound so sweet.

Johnny himself is befuddled for a moment, eyebrow cocked but complies anyway. Now raising the hat off of his head and holding it to his chest, his eyes answer for him. This what you wanted?

A small sound of excitement leaves you, nodding before your leg swings over your saddle, dismounting with a small jump and walking forward.

“Johnny, it's me.”

A swear leaves his mouth, accompanied by a rush of air before he drops his hat to the side and plucks hit toothpick out with it. The smile that coats his face makes him appear so young and boyish at heart as he moves forward with arms open to wrap around your hips with a low growl, “C’mere you,”

You could be embarrassed by the small squeal that leaves you, but you couldn’t give a rat's ass on anything right now. He spins you around for a quick moment, arms around your body as he lifts you easily with his strength.

Staring down into his eyes, you grab a shoulder while the other hand cups his jaw. “Didn’t know it was you until Ms. Bell said something.”

He laughs, head tilting back in bewilderment at the situation and excitement. “Talkin bout her sweet tea?” He asks while setting you down on your feet, hands never straying as he pulls you against him and traverses over your body.

“Yes, gave me some to bring home.”

The use of home sparks his heart with a bright thrum, butterflies encasing his stomach while he rumbles out a laugh. The texture of his hands is both soft and ruff, his thumbs rubbing over your cheekbones before one hand moves to brush over your hair, cupping the back of your neck.

“Well, in that case, welcome home, sweety.” The rumble sends a shiver down your spine, eyes darting over his face before settling on his lips. A breath settles before you look back into his sharp blue eyes, as he looks at you seemingly waiting for permission.

A small nod of your head and gently pulling him towards you, the band on the back of your head pulls you forward as he brings your lips together. The taste of him has a spice to it, the favor of cinnamon cotes his lips and brings a slow burn over yours while his body’s warmth brings another wave.

The stubble of his beard rubs your face- and it's a welcome feeling as compared to the winds of the valleys whipping past you. Something you’d gladly leave your skin bright red and raw from hours of the feeling.

Before growing too heated, you part with a small gasp and trail him slightly before blinking to find his smirk growing as a low rumble vibrates against you. “Let's get you settled in, then we can celebrate s’more.”

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[Who do you all think the reader met at the train station? If you get the song reference for their meeting you get two gold stars! I hope yall enjoy.]

#cod mw2 #task force 141 #call of duty #tf141 #call of duty modern warfare #captain john mactavish #john soap mctavish x reader #john soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #soap mactavish #soap mw2 #soap cod #tf141 x reader #john mactavish

[drewsbuzzcut]

https://www.tumblr.com/drewsbuzzcut/746302839800922112/i-miss-nick-and-dallas

i miss them so much too!! can you write something for tomorrow of them officially getting engaged?

With All My Heart

Nick Moldenhauer x Dallas Blankenburg

A so it goes blurb

Warnings: smut and mentions of getting married

So I already wrote them officially getting engaged at the end of this! However, I decided to do a little smut after they get engaged

Dallas’ eyes are glued to Nick and the way he moves down her naked body. His lips trail delicately from her sternum to the bottom of her stomach.

“I love you, future wife.”

Dallas smiles widely and bright with her singular dimple popping out. She feels those familiar flutters in her stomach at the thought of their upcoming nuptials. She can’t wait to be his wife, to be his forever.

“I love you, future husband.”

Not being able to handle being so far, Nick scales up her body so he’s hovering over her. He cups her cheek and locks eyes with hers. Every declaration of love, every memory, every single moment between the pair swims heavenly in their irises.

Dallas turns her head, pecking his wrist like she’s done many times before. Except this time, sparks of electricity seep under his skin and fill his veins with an overwhelming love that he’s happy will continue to flourish.

“Let me make love to you,” Nick whispers in her ear, kissing the shell and beneath it.

“You have me, baby,” she shudders and melts under his lips and the way they caress her.

He fists his length and guides himself to her opening, and with a subtle push he gets fully sheathed inside of her.

“Oh my god,” Dallas gasps, throwing her head back into the pillows.

Nick’s pace is slow, but his movements are pronounced. The girl’s breasts bounce with every thrust and he slightly bulges in her tummy.

“You feel so good. I can’t believe I get to have you and your pussy for the rest of my life,” Nicks words are met with Dallas’ whiny moans.

Her wet walls suck him in and the suction makes it feel even better when he pulls out. The tip of his cock drags along her and it drags her closer to the edge. A knot tightens in her abdomen and starts to pull every which way- ready to snap.

This one particular thrust sends Dallas reeling. She’s blind with a dizzying haze. Her body arches up into his, and she loops her limbs around his body and pulls him down on top of her. His heated skin feels comforting on hers.

His face goes into her neck and Dallas tightly wraps her arms around his shoulders. Her fingers card through his curls and the tendrils wrap perfectly around her fingers- just as her engagement ring.

“I love you. You’re my everything,” Nick grunts into her mouth, his lips lock with hers and he sucks her tongue into his mouth.

“I love you,” she cries, her hips rutting up to match his movements.

The hockey player pulses inside of her and his balls tighten with his impending release. It doesn’t help that Dallas’ arousal drips down his shaft and collects at the base of his cock. He sneaks a finger down to her clit and traces circles into the bud. She whimpers and trembles under him.

“Cum for me, June bug.”

Dallas finally allows her orgasm to crash into her. Her walls collapse around him and the knot in her stomach explodes. Everything tingles as fire washes over her.

“Fuck,” she whimpers, face red and hair matted to her forehead.

“You’re so good for me, baby,” he talks her down, hips thrusting in and out sensually slow.

He pulls them down a rabbit hole of lust and pleasure, making his own orgasm intensify. He goes rigid, only his cock spasming as he shoots his load inside of her. Thick, white ropes of cum paint her insides and she grips down on him to milk him of every drop.

Still lodged inside of her, he flips them over. Landing on his back and with Dallas on his chest.

“That was amazing. I can’t wait to do that with you for the rest of our lives. I can’t believe you get to be mine forever,” she blurts with teary eyes.

She leans up and cups his cheeks. Her thumb swipes over his scarred jaw. The raised skin a reminder of how precious life is, how very little time everyone has. It makes her emotional that she ever thought about throwing away her relationship with the love of her life.

“I love you, June bug. I’m glad you agreed to marry me despite everything that has happened. There’s only you. There will only ever be you,” he states, kissing her lips chastely.

“I love you.” The words cause Nick’s heart to pound in his chest. It’s not the first time they’ve exchanged that declaration of love, but today it holds more weight. More meaning.

Today officially starts their life together.

a/n: Nick and Dallas are officially engaged!! I hope you all enjoy🫶

#nick x dallas #bedroom thots

[itsasilentreader]

Shadows of the heart

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x reader

Brief mention of Y/N, but no physical descriptions were given. It can be read as a gender-neutral reader. Characters are aged up.

Summary:

Following Sebastian's use of dark magic to kill his uncle, he grapples with guilt. Seeing how much pain and grief he caused to those closest to him, he decides to make sure his loved ones will not be hurt by him again. Once and for all.

Warnings: hurt/comfort but also angst with no happy ending, (mentions of) death, grief. (please let me know if I've missed one!)

Wordcount: 3.1K

A/N: I have changed the timeline from the 5th year to somewhere in their 7th year, even though it is not actually mentioned, it makes it fit better into the timeline I have in my head. And I normally don’t read angst because I don’t want my fragile little heart to break, but I still wrote this??? I also don’t really know how to write angst (yet) but I hope you all enjoy this piece.

It all happened so fast. Flashes of red blasted in front of your eyes. Trying to hold off Sebastian’s uncle Solomon while fighting off any inferius with fire. That is until you see the walls light up with green and you see Solomon fall on the ground. Your mind is not processing what is happening as you watch the scene in front of you fold out. You watch as Solomon’s wand rolls out of his lifeless hand. Ear-deafening silence falls upon you.

“Depulso!”, you hear Anne scream and Sebastian is blasted backwards, knocking the wind out of him. She looked around at all the inferius and lit them on fire with incendio.

Anne shuffles towards her uncle. Tears glistened in her eyes, threatening to fall free. She stands up and faces the grimoire before destroying it. “Bombarda!” Sebastian’s hope of finding a cure for Anne goes up in flames in front of him. “No!”, he screams out, but not able to move from his spot.

Anne clutches her stomach in pain. She already was in terrible pain because of the curse, but nothing could compare to the heartbreak she felt at that moment. In that moment, she lost all of her family. She looks back at Sebastian, pain and grief in her eyes. “You’ve made your choice”, she said.

Sebastian lightly shakes his head. Anne kneels next to her uncle’s body and lets her tears fall free. Sebastian reached out to her, even though she was nowhere near him, but she apparated without sparing him another glance.

You managed to drag Sebastian back to the Undercroft and sat him down on the old couch he once conjured in this space. He hasn’t said a word since Anne apparated. “I fucked up. I-”, Sebastian shut his eyes tightly and inhaled sharply, “I-I killed him.”

“Hey, hey look at me,” you took his face in both hands. His brown eyes found yours, but they felt empty. Tears are forming and threaten to fall down his face. “How could I do this? Anne will never forgive me”, Sebastian whispers to you. His tears fell freely, and you did your best to wipe them all away for him. His hands gripped your wrists tightly.

For once, you didn’t know what to tell him, because what would you say to someone who just used an Unforgivable curse, a killing curse, on their uncle?

Instead of replying to Sebastian, you pulled him closer to you. His sobs broke free and he clutched your cloak in his hands. As if he was afraid you would disappear on him too. You ran your hands through his hair and whispered to him that it would be okay, eventually. But there was a nagging feeling in your gut. Will it truly be okay?

“Anne will never forgive me,” he repeated, seemingly in shock. “What do I do now?”, he whispered through his sobs. You didn’t respond right away, “I don’t know Seb”. You sighed while still holding him in your arms. Knowing you didn’t leave him to be on his own right after he killed his uncle, gave him some form of safety and dare he say love. The charismatic boy you met when you first came to Hogwarts broke down in your arms and showed his vulnerability.

“I think we do need to know what Anne will do with this now. There is a chance she will turn you in.” You said to the brunette boy in your arms. He nodded, “I know, and she is right to do so.” He stayed silent after that and for a while, you two stayed like that. “Maybe Ominis can convince her not to send you to Azkaban. He probably knows of it by now.” You shifted your position a bit so you could properly look at Sebastian.

He looked deep in thought. “He might be my best friend, but he absolutely does not want to be involved in dark magic. I don’t know if I can trust him on our friendship to not send me to Azkaban”. Sebastian looked at you. His eyes were red and the mischievous spark in his brown eyes was gone. In front of you, he seemed like a shell of who he once was.

“I will talk to him. Ask him, convince him, if he can reason with Anne not to turn you in. She already lost her uncle, she doesn’t need to lose her brother too”, you told him. He nodded slightly. “Hopefully she will reason with him”. Silence fell over you again, but you didn’t let go of Sebastian. His tears stopped falling but the stains were still visible on his cheeks. “We will figure something out”. He nodded absently but kept his firm grip on you.

The silence surrounding you made you think about the boy you were holding in your arms. It made you wonder where it went wrong and how he ended up on this path with dark magic. It also made you wonder why you are here with him. Most people would run off in fear of what they might do to them, but here you are, holding and consoling him. Most people also can’t see traces of Ancient Magic, but you can see it.

It was no secret that you and Sebastian were close. There was a connection between the two of you that neither of you addressed, or wanted to address. After all you’ve been through together, it might be that you have created a (massive) soft spot for the freckled boy in your arms. And it is no secret that Sebastian holds you close to his heart. How could he not when you were there, right by his side, to help him with every quest to find a cure for his twin? It was an unspoken connection of love that neither of you dared to address.

An idea popped into your head, “Come with me.” You stood up from the old couch, which was way too small for the two of you. With his hand in yours, you let him out of the Undercroft.

When you eventually walked up the stairs of the astronomy tower, Sebastian figured out you were bringing him to the Room of Requirement.

The enormous door appeared and you led Sebastian inside. Confusion is still visible on his face, “Why are we here?” he asks. You gave him a soft smile while leading him towards the vivarium. “Whenever I feel discouraged, I always visit these little guys.” You let go of his hand for a moment, already missing the warmth and took out your wand.

“Maybe just sitting here with them will help you gather your thoughts,” you sat down and pat the ground next to you. He watches as the little puffskeins skip towards the two of you and eventually sits down next to you. His thigh pressed against yours and your hands so close you can almost touch each other. “It might help us to have a clear mind and come up with a plan together.”

You conjured two brushes, one for you and one for Sebastian, and started to brush the puffskeins closest to you. The two of you sat in silence, a peaceful silence. It was a stark contrast between the silence that surrounded you now and the ear-deafening silence that engulfed you back in the catacomb where Sebastian killed his uncle. You never thought you would sit here with Sebastian, brushing the puffskeins you had saved. But then again, you also never thought Sebastian would kill his uncle.

Sebastian watched you brush the little creatures before speaking up, “Thank you.” Your gaze met his and he looked down at the little creature that managed to climb in his lap. You continued to watch him and wait for him to speak up again. “I don’t deserve you, your kindness,” he shook his head lightly before whispering, “Your love.”

“Sebastian-”, he shook his head again before his eyes found yours again. “I mean it Y/N. Sometimes I wonder why you are still here, by my side.” You frowned at his words. “Why wouldn’t I be?” Sebastian turned away slightly, seemingly avoiding looking at you before speaking his next words.

“I’ve always seen the dark arts as a value when it’s needed. But after that day when we found Salazar Slytherin’s scriptorium, and I-” he pauses and closes his eyes for a second, “When I casted the Cruciatus curse on you, I thought I had lost you.” He said.

You looked away and let his words sink in. “But you were still there for me, by my side, after that. I should have never cast that curse on you. Ever.” His voice cracked at the end of his sentence, and his head dropped. “Sometimes I still hear your screams when I lay in bed at night. The sound of your pain pierces through me, through my heart.” Your heart clenched at the thought of him replaying that scene over and over again in the dark of night, alone.

“You know I wouldn’t let you cast it if I wasn’t sure about it Sebastian.” He shook his head. “You don’t understand Y/N, Ominis was right. You will regret it from the moment you use it. Just like tonight. It haunts me and it always will haunt me.” You shuffled closer to him before you spoke up, “I will always be there for you, you know that. Please just let me be there for you.” You chose your words carefully before softly adding, “Let me love you the way you deserve to be loved.”

“That’s the thing Y/N, I don’t deserve it. At all. I’ve only caused you pain and I will only continue to cause pain, destruction and grief. I don’t know if I could control myself.” You let a sigh escape your lips before grabbing both of his hands in yours. His hands felt rough in contrast to yours.

“Most people would turn their back on you, run away as far as they can. But I will not leave you behind or cast you aside.” His hopeful eyes observed you as you spoke so softly to him. “We have been through so much together. You were the one who helped me navigate this magic I had no idea of.” You sighed and looked down at his hands in yours.

“You would really want to be with me, even after tonight? After seeing me committing something so-, so heinous?”, he whispered to you. “You shouldn’t be with someone like me, I won’t be what you need.” Breathing deeply, he slowly slipped his hands out of your hold. Missing the feeling of his hands in yours instantly. His shoulders slumped and you shook your head at his words.

“I know this is a frightening time, and I’m not going to lie to you about it. This will take a toll on you, on us and our…,” not daring to say the word ‘relationship’ as you didn’t know where you stood on that. You turned your head away and shifted in your spot on the ground. The little puffskeins still cuddled up to you as you picked up your brush again.

“This won’t mean I’ll turn my back on you Sebastian. I want to be there for you, every step of the way. If I wouldn’t do that for you, for us, I wouldn’t be here right now with you.”

After a few beats of silence, you felt Sebastian shift next to you. A nervous smile is painted on his lips. He’s fidgeting with the brush and the little puffskein in his lap, seemingly reflecting on the words you have just spoken.

Then, he put down his brush and let the little creature off his lap. He turned his body towards you and “I don’t deserve you, but I’m mad about you Y/N.” Your heart stammered in your chest by his confession. This was the first time he confessed it was more than just a friendship.

Inching closer to each other, you felt your heart skip a beat when his cologne infiltrated your senses yet again tonight. Eyes flickering from your eyes to your mouth, you felt his hand cradle your cheek and the other one wrap around your waist to pull you closer. Lips brushed over each other while both of you didn’t dare to move.

Your eyes met his and with a whisper of his name, he pulled you in. When your lips touched, it felt like time stopped. Every ounce of his love for you was felt through this kiss and the touch of his lips. Your hands found their way onto his neck and his hair. You’ve finally dared to cross that line and it felt freeing. “If you haven’t noticed yet, I’m mad about you too.” You spoke against his lips before capturing his plump lips again for another kiss.

You felt him smile against your lips and a soft sigh escaped his lips. Breathless you pulled away to rest your forehead against his. You observed every detail on his face through your eyelashes. How his eyes were closed and a soft, small smile was displayed on his soft lips. Every freckle that made his face so unique and pretty. And still, you wondered how someone so beautiful could have such a dark side. How well hidden this side was until you came along and urged him to find a cure for his twin sister.

You stayed like this for a while, savouring each other's company. Every once in a while stealing a soft kiss. His eyes stayed on yours and even though, the mischievous sparkle in his eyes is gone the love he had for you was evident in his chocolate-brown eyes. “Come on, let’s go back.” You gave him one quick kiss and grabbed his hand. As you both stood up, his hand never left yours.

You made sure the beasts in the vivarium were well-fed before walking towards the entrance of the vivarium with Sebastian right beside you. Upon entering the Room of Requirement again, you felt it rumble and another unknown door appeared to your right. “This room astonishes me every time.” Sebastian smiled in amazement.

A soft giggle escaped your lips and Sebastian’s face lit up upon hearing it. You walked in front of him and entered the room that was conjured before you. It shouldn’t surprise you that this room made sure you had a cosy room for just the two of you, away from prying eyes. It felt that you needed this at this moment with Sebastian. A stark contrast of what had happened; you laying in bed with your love and what happened mere hours before.

The clock on the nightstand read 2 AM, but you were still wide awake. Sebastian’s head was resting on your chest, listening to your heartbeat. It gave him peace and comfort. You, however, felt that gnawing feeling in your gut again. How will you ever convince Ominis, one of Sebastian’s dearest friends, to let him walk away free? Is it even possible to reason with Anne or did she make up her mind already?

Mindlessly, you’ve been running your fingers through Sebastian’s hair and you felt him occasionally give you a soft kiss on your chest. You stayed like this until Sebastian spoke up, “Thank you, again.” A soft smile spread on your lips. “Of course, I’ll be there for you. Always.” A sad smile appeared on his face and he felt his eyes water. His eyes fluttered closed to prevent them from falling. “I will never forget it.” His grip on your waist tightened.

His words repeated themselves in your mind and it didn’t help you ease that gnawing gut feeling you felt. Why did those last five words feel like a goodbye? Your mind was wandering and eventually sleep took over both of you as you were intertwined with each other, two hearts beating as one.

As you awoke from your slumber, you had to take a moment before you remembered where you were. Soft rays of sunshine peeked through the window and you stretched your body to get up. You turned around to expect Sebastian’s warm body next to yours, but you were met with an empty, cold space. The sheets were still crumpled as if someone laid there just a few moments before.

Confused you look around in the room, but no sign of the chestnut-haired boy. A slight panic travelled through your body as you got out of bed. You opened the door, hoping to see him there but with no luck. It was as if he was never there.

Frustration filled you, you swallowed hard. What was he up to? Did he turn himself in? Did he go to Anne himself to reason with her? To apologize? Suddenly, you heard footsteps coming from the top vivarium where your Phoenix resided. Hopeful you looked up and expected Sebastian to walk down the stairs but to your disappointment, it was just Deek.

“Mr. Sallow left a note for you. He wanted Deek to give it to you.” Lips pressed together, you nodded and took the note from Deek’s hands. Folding it open, your eyes filled with tears and you felt your heart break.

“Thank you for loving me even though I didn’t deserve it. Please tell Anne I’m sorry.”

It seems your gnawing gut feeling was right, he was saying goodbye to you last night.

Sebastian didn’t show up that whole week and news travelled fast. After all, someone with his charisma is well-known and easily missed when he is not around. Sitting down across from Ominis at breakfast, you watched him for a moment. Ominis clutched his utensils as he silently eavesdropped on some students sitting further down the table. His face wore a pained expression. “I’ve heard his uncle died so suddenly in his sleep. Now he and his sister really have no one left. He probably went back home to his sister.” Ominis let out a scoff before continuing to eat his breakfast.

You and Ominis knew better. Sebastian didn’t return to his home in Feldcroft, he didn’t return to Anne. He knows how much pain he caused her, and both you and Ominis for dabbling in dark magic. He didn’t want to cause more pain and grief to those closest to him, not knowing if he could stay on the right path after feeling the power dark magic can give you.

So he disappeared that night as if he never existed in your life. And every night, you still sat in the Undercroft, hoping one day he would return to you.

Thank you for reading! All the likes, reblogs and comments are appreciated <3

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I loveddd your phinks fwb piece you wrote!!! Could you do a part two please? 💗

I love this man with my entire heart 🥹, so thank you for requesting a part 2, really enjoyed writing this one (I hope you like it too!).

Warnings: A little bit smutty, not too much 🤓 often suggestive though

Hope everyone's doing fine, enjoy reading 🤍✨

Word count: 3169

‘Thanks’, you avoided his eyes when he handed you your latte. ‘Want to go over the plan again?’. ‘No, I understand’, you closed your eyes when you took a sip. 

You might not have been able to look at the blonde, but Phinks couldn’t keep his eyes away from you. The way your tiny hands were holding the cup, as if you were trying to warm them around a fire… Or the way you smiled contently when you took your first sip, your eyes closed in pleasure… How did he never notice how beautiful you are? 

‘Fine, but don't blame me when things go to hell’. ‘You don’t trust me?’, you opened one eye, the lid of the cup still stroking your bottom lip. ‘Did you ever finish a mission successfully?’. ‘Hey!’, you immediately stood up from the edge of the bed you were sitting on. ‘What? You never listen to what boss says’. 

Were things just going to go back to normal? Back to hating each other? 

‘I just need to get those fucking diamonds, right? What’s the big deal?’. ‘The big deal?’, Phinks gritted his teeth together, ‘I will need to clean up the mess you’ve made if you fail, because it’s not like you ever take responsibility for your actions’. ‘What do you know about me, huh?’, you pushed him, earning a throbbing vein on his temple in response.

What did he know about you? You practically told him your entire life story in your drunken haze yesterday.

‘Push me again and-‘, ‘And what?’, you chuckled, ‘What are you going to do, Phinks? Fight me?’. 

Fight you? No, he didn’t want to fight you. He wanted to throw you on the bed again and show you who’s in charge, but he couldn’t do that, could he? 

‘Tsk’, he smirked when he noticed the look in your eyes. There wasn’t any hate in them, nor anger. You were provoking him. The way the corners of your mouth were slightly lifted said plenty. 

For a moment, the two of you just stood there, staring at each other with racing hearts.

‘H-huh?’. 

You froze when you could feel Phinks’ hand cup your cheek. His eyes were soft, but the expression on his face was as cold as ever. 

‘What are you doing?’, you lowered your eyes, jaw clenching. ‘What?’, Phinks frowned, unsure if he crossed a line. ‘Y-your hand-‘, ‘What about it?’. 

‘Don’t’, you pulled away from his touch, ‘D-don’t touch me like that’. 

His heart dropped to his stomach when he noticed the cold look in your eyes. He couldn’t be the only one who felt it, right? The fireworks the first time he kissed you, or the warm, tingling feeling that flowed through his veins when he saw your love-drunk eyes staring into his only hours ago. 

‘You weren’t complaining-‘, ‘Stop’, you looked at him, eyes burning with anger, ‘We had an agreement’. ‘Y/N-‘, Phinks tried to grab your wrist, but you quickly pulled away. ‘What? What do you want?’. ‘I just want to talk about what happened’. 

You were like math to him, impossible to understand. 

‘Why?’, you chuckled, ‘I hate what happened. I hate the fact I let you touch me’. 

Why? Why were you doing this when you were so desperate for his affection? 

‘H-hey!’, you tried to protest, to pull away when his strong hand grabbed your jaw, but once his lips met yours you instantly melted into his touch. 

‘Hate liars’, a cold sigh, ‘But don’t worry, it’s not like you’re that special, princess’. ‘D-don’t ever touch me like that again’, your aura filled with anger, hands shaking. ‘Like I said, you’re not that special’, he chuckled before walking out the door again. 

Once you heard the door closing, you immediately let down your guard. With a loud sigh, you jumped on the bed, head pushed into a pillow. Why were your cheeks burning? Why did you feel all warm and fuzzy around him? You wanted nothing more than to throw your hands around his neck, jump into his arms, and smell the familiar scent of his perfume again.

‘Wake up, princess’. ‘S-shut up’, you turned around, pulling the sheets over your head. ‘Get ready, it’s almost time’.

 ‘Where did you go?’. 

‘None of your business’. ‘Asshole’, you gritted through your teeth. ‘Get up’, he roughly pulled the blankets away from you. 

‘S-shit’, you hastily searched for the sheets, cheeks already burning. 

‘Huh?’, he widened his eyes when he saw you were wearing one of his shirts, ‘W-why are you-‘. ‘Shut up Phinks!’. 

The blonde watched you as you ran into the bathroom, your cheeks burning red. You looked so pretty in his shirt, too pretty to forget. 

‘Tsk’, he smiled when he realized you went through his bag just to put on one of his shirts, ‘What’s wrong, princess? Can’t go a couple of hours without me?’. 

He frowned when he heard the door of the bathroom unlock. Were you going to admit your defeat? 

‘I said shut up, Phinks!’. 

The blonde barely managed to dodge the bottle of soap you’d thrown at him before you quickly locked the door again. 

‘Missed me, princess’, the vein of his temple started to throb again.

He couldn’t help it. He couldn’t stop the thoughts of pinning you against the wall, your fragile wrists in his hands, his nose brushing against yours while he promised you to make you behave. 

‘Ugh!’, you grunted in frustration, hands once again in your hair as you were sitting on the toilet lid.  

‘What’s wrong? Embarrassed?’, Phinks knocked on the door, his forehead resting against it. ‘Go away!’. ‘Don’t worry, won’t tell anyone you couldn’t miss me for a couple of hours-‘. 

You quickly opened the door, your heart racing with anger and powerlessness. 

‘Move’.

You wanted to tell him that you missed his scent. That you were wearing his shirt so that it felt as if he was lying next to you, but you couldn’t. It was obvious your mind started to romanticize what happened between the two of you. You hated him, you hated him since the first moment you saw him, and that couldn’t change overnight. 

‘Make me’, a smirk while he was leaning against the door frame. ‘We don’t have time for this’. ‘You mean you don’t have time. I just need to put on a suit’. 

Every attempt to sneak under his arm or to push him away was futile. Maybe if you used your nen-abilities… But that would be a little too much, wouldn’t it? 

‘What’s wrong? Confused not everyone does whatever the little princess wants?’, the blonde chuckled, enjoying every moment of this. 

There was only one way out, which you preferred to avoid, but it seemed like you had no other choice. 

‘H-huh?’, Phinks widened his eyes when he saw you pull his shirt over your head, exposing your perfect breasts once again. 

‘What’s wrong? Confused you’re not the only one who can play this game?’, you nonchalantly pushed the blonde aside, a smile on your face. 

A bra. Where was your bra? Why weren’t you wearing one? Did you plan this? Phinks felt lost, memories of the previous night flashing before his eyes. 

‘Brat’, Phinks gritted through his teeth before entering the bathroom. ‘Don’t be too long, need to put on some make-up’. 

‘Here’, now it was his turn to throw something towards your head, ‘Or is that mirror over there not big enough for your highness?’. 

You managed to catch your bag of make-up just in time. 

‘Thanks peasant’, you replied smugly, ‘Do dress up, I don't want my bodyguard to look bad’.

--- 

‘Finally’, you sighed while standing up from the bed, ‘Took you long en-‘. 

Wait? What? Was this the man who entered the bathroom 20 minutes ago? 

‘Can you help me with this?’, Phinks held up his arm, ‘The buttons are too small, can’t close them’. 

‘Okay’, you quietly responded, adjusting your dress before walking toward the blonde. 

‘H-here, that should do it’, you gently let go of his arm when you closed the buttons on his sleeve. ‘Thanks’, his eyes were fixed on the painting next to him. 

He couldn’t look at you, not too long anyway. With your make-up beautifully matching your red dress, your hair neatly in a bun, the jewels Chrollo got you… You looked even more stunning than the first time he saw you. 

‘Let’s go’, you cleared your throat, ‘Driver’s probably waiting’. 

Phinks, now happily, took on his role as your bodyguard. He guided you outside and opened every door for you, while making sure no one let their eyes linger a little too long on your perfect body. 

‘Be careful’, he almost whispered while looking out of the car. ‘Hm’, you sighed while looking at the matching ring Chrollo got you. It was obvious he wanted to make sure you fitted in the high-end crowd. 

‘If anyone tries to-‘, ‘Hey, you’re my bodyguard. It’s your job to protect me’, a thin line appeared between your brows. ‘You know you need to steal the diamonds on your own, right?’, Phinks slowly turned his head, ‘Or weren’t you – once again – not listening?’. ‘

W-what?’, you nervously giggled, ‘O-of course I knew that, psh’. 

You wanted to slap yourself. You really needed to pay more attention when someone explained the details of a mission. 

‘Idiot’, the blonde sighed, ‘Asked you this morning to go over the plan again��. ‘I know, I know’, you closed your eyes, ‘I’m sorry’. 

Huh? Did you just apologize? 

‘H-hey! What are you doing?’, you instantly moved closer to the door when Phinks started pinching your arm. ‘You just apologized, and you expect me to believe you’re… well, you?’. 

You crossed your arms in discontent before cursing the blonde. 

--- 

‘Of course I knew you were the governor. How could anyone forget such a handsome face?, you tried to put on your prettiest, most innocent smile. 

Phinks hated the way you were pushing your body against his. Fine, you needed to get some information, but why like this?

You snapped with your fingers, signaling Phinks to move closer. ‘What do you need, boss?’. 

It took all the blonde’s strength to call you his boss, to pretend he was a little puppy you could order around. 

‘Get me some more wine, will you?’, a smug look on your face when you saw the familiar vein on his temple. 

‘Sorry boss, need to stay with you at all times’ . ‘Oh it’s fine, I’ll keep her safe’, the older man grabbed your waist, his nose brushing against your cheek, ‘Maybe show her the diamonds…’. 

You wanted nothing more than to pull away, but you couldn’t. You were so close… Once he showed you where the diamonds were, you could knock him out and run. 

‘Tsk’, Phinks couldn’t hide his discontent, but he just had to suck it up for the sake of this mission. 

‘Huh?’, his eyes widened when you weren’t in the same spot anymore. He quickly scanned the room. After a minute, he concluded you weren’t here anymore. After all, Phinks would’ve immediately seen you in your beautiful, red dress. You were the prettiest girl here, no one could even come close to your beauty. 

‘So, where are the diamonds?’, you faked a drunk giggle, your hand resting on the man’s arm, ‘Been wondering how they look up close’. ‘Ssh’, the man smirked, ‘I’ll be fired if they find out I brought a pretty girl like you here’. ‘Oh stop it’, you let your forehead rest against his shoulder, ‘I just really want to see them’. 

‘Follow me’. 

You let the man grab your hand as he carefully unlocked the door with a password. 

‘O-oh’, your eyes flew open when you saw the diamonds, heart racing in excitement. They were truly breathtaking; unlike anything you’ve ever seen. 

‘Think it’s time to thank me, don’t you?’, the man let the door fall shut, his arms wrapped around your waist while his chin was resting on your shoulder. ‘Get off me’, a cold reply now you knew where the diamonds are. ‘Huh?’, he smirked while tightening his grip, ‘Don’t tell me you tricked me, because that wouldn’t be nice’, his hand now traveling to your breasts, ‘A pretty girl like you sure knows her place, right? She knows how fast a governor could spread a little lie to ruin her life’. 

Was he seriously threatening you? This was getting funnier by the minute. 

‘Do we really need to do th-‘, ‘I know who you are’, his nose digging into your hair as he took in your scent, ‘Y/N L/N, running from the law since you were a kid. I mean, can’t blame you when you grow up in a dump’. ‘H-how do you-‘. ‘There’s this really nice kid who can predict the future with her nen-abilities. Dad’s an asshole, but for a good price, he sells her predictions’. 

‘What stops me from killing you?’, your aura growing bigger by the second. ‘What was his name again? Oh right, Phinks’, the man chuckled, ‘Wouldn’t want him to get in trouble now, would we? I don’t ask much’, his fingers softly pushed the strip of your dress from your shoulder, ‘Just a quick fuck, and I’ll let you go’. 

 Phinks? How did he know Phinks’ name? 

‘See? Even a criminal like you knows when to listen’, his hot breath sent shivers down your spine as he slowly opened the back of your dress. 

A nauseous, suffocating feeling took over your senses. If there was even the tiniest chance that he could hurt Phinks… 

‘Those clothes didn’t fit you anyway. Way too elegant for a low-life like y-‘. 

With a loud bang, the secured door flew open. Relief rushed over your body when you saw Phinks standing in the door frame. For once, you were happy to see the throbbing vein on his temple, along with his wicked grin.

 ‘Thought you could handle things yourself?’. ‘He knows who we are’, you quickly readjusted your dress, ‘Some girl can predict the future. They knew we were coming’. ‘Are those fake?’, the blonde nodded towards the diamonds, ‘And I suggest you’re honest if you want to keep some of your limbs’. 

‘N-no please, I-I won’t tell anything’, the man quickly raised his hands. ‘I don’t care’, Phinks took hold of his collar, ‘You touched her’. 

---

‘At least we got the diamonds’, Phinks took off his shirt. ‘Hm’, you replied while biting on the inside of your lip. 

Phinks’ brows drew together at your response. You’d been absent-minded ever since you entered the car back to the hotel. 

‘You okay?’, the blonde looked into the bathroom. ‘Yeah, it’s nice we got them’, you sighed while putting your hair in a messy bun. 

He decided he wasn’t going to reply or to correct you, not until you laid down next to him. Maybe you were just tired. 

‘Night’, you laid down on your side, back facing towards him. 

‘Did he hurt you?’, Phinks clenched his jaw at the thought, his hands resting underneath his head while staring at the ceiling. ‘What? You don’t think I can handle someone like him? You think I’m that weak?’, you snapped back. 

‘Yes or no’.

You lowered your eyes, your heart sinking into your stomach. He didn’t actually hurt you, and you were probably just overreacting … but the venomous words he whispered into your ear as he forced himself onto you kept replaying themselves in your head. 

‘No’, you closed your eyes. 

You froze when you felt his arm wrap around your waist as he pulled you closer to him. 

‘Hate liars’, his chin rested on top of your head. 

What was happening? Why did you start to shake? Why did your eyes start to sting? 

‘Huh?’, Phinks’ eyes flew open as he heard your sobs, ‘Y/N?’. 

‘I’m a bad person, right? I’ve killed people, I like to hurt them, I like to steal things… I’m just a waste of space’. 

What could he tell you? What did you want to hear? Of course, you're  a bad person, at least in the eyes of most. 

‘Maybe to some, but not to me. I don’t think you’re a bad person. I think you do everything for the people you care about, even if that means stealing or killing others’. ‘S-shut up’, you smiled with tears in your eyes, ‘You’re just as bad’. 

‘Maybe’.  

You slowly turned around, your hands resting against his toned chest. 

'You looked cute in my shirt today' Phinks gently brushed through your hair. 'Please', you almost whispered. 'What?', he frowned at the lack of context. 'One more night before pretending we never-'. 

The blonde cut off your sentence with a kiss. You didn't need to repeat yourself. Phinks was aching for the warmth of your body. 

'Not going to hold back tonight', he whispered in between kisses, 'Not going to be careful'. ‘Don’t want you to’. 

Within seconds, Phinks had your face pushed into the matress, pushing you further off the edge with every thrust.

‘F-fuck you drive me crazy’, he tightened his grip around your hair, ‘Wanted to fuck you like this yesterday too’, heavy breaths left his lungs, ‘Been thinking about it ever since’. 

It sure was different from the other night, better in some ways. 

‘Let me see those pretty eyes’, Phinks swiftly turned you around, ‘Don’t care if you come, or if you’re tired… So don’t bother to tell me, just want you to be a good girl and let me use you for once’. 

He placed a gentle kiss on your temple before wrapping his hand around your throat. 

‘And don’t worry, princess, the night isn’t over after this’. 

--- 

‘Good job’, Chrollo smiled when you threw the bag of diamonds at his feet, ‘Think it’s time for us to leave this town. I’ll see everyone back home in a couple of days, think it’s best if we move in separate groups’. 

You nodded in agreement before walking over to the girls.

‘Lovebirds’, Feitan mischievously looked at Phinks. ‘What did you say?’, Phinks immediately raised his voice. ‘Don’t try to deny it’, Shalnark smugly responded, ‘Or did you think we wouldn’t notice those?’. ‘What?’, Phinks gritted his teeth. ‘These’, Shalnark pointed towards the dark spots on his neck. 

Phinks’ mind started to replay the memories of last night. A smile on his face when he thought about the way you wrapped around him as he pushed you against the wall. God, his hand fitted perfectly around your neck- 

‘Lovebirds’, Feitan repeated himself when he saw the smile on the blonde’s face. ‘Shut up, Fei!’, Phinks raised his voice, quickly grabbing one of the loose stones in the abandoned building. ‘Run, Fei!’, Shalnark yelled after the dark-haired man as he watched Phinks run after him. ‘Lovebirds, lovebirds, lovebirds’, Feitan childishly repeated himself with the mischievous smile still on his face.

‘H-huh?’, you tilted your head, ‘Wonder what they’re fighting about now’. 

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Pls enjoy this little fic I wrote to "Props and Mayhem" by peirce the veil

At this point in his life, Seongjun should be accustomed to cool blades ripping the fabric of his favorite shirts and the lining of his stomach. And this time, for a moment he is, he rips it out of his stomach just to stab the perpetrator through their chest. 

“He said it would go like this.” The person stumbles, smiling through blood dripping down their chin. 

“Who?” Seongjun sneers, twisting the knife deeper. He’d think people would aim for his vitals if they really wanted him dead. 

“Your boss.” they groan as their body slacks to the wet pavement. 

Seongjun curses, stumbling like a lost dog to the sidewalk. In blind rage he starts to run, clutching the wound in his stomach as it burns. His first thought is to call him, spit fire into his ear, his second to pummel him, with scars as deep as the ones in his torso.  

Seongjun staggers to a doorway and bangs on it, loud enough to disturb penthouse tenants on the first floor. 

244 opens the door slowly with his customer service smile that fades as soon as he sees Seongjun.

“Oh,” he adjusts his glasses, “isn’t it a little late, Seongjun?” 

“Fuck you.” Seongjun launches himself at him with a fist to his jaw that cracks on impact. A twinge in his stomach begs him to stop moving, but he refuses and winds back another clumsy punch. 

244 doesn’t even dodge, knuckles on his face like kitten scratches. He lets Seongjun swing at him until he’s backed against a couch.

"I take it you didn't like my gift?" He asks, grabbing the next fist that tries to break him. 

“I’m going to kill you.” Seongjun sneers

“Do it then.” 244 releases him with a small push. He dives back in, and grabs the front of his shirt in an attempt to throw him to the ground, but his body seizes, and crumples into his chest. Too much blood. Blood that soaks through his shirt and seeps onto 244 in their closeness. 

"Is that all you've got?" he asks in a whisper, like consoling a child, and cradles his arms around Seongjun’s head. “What happened little Oni?” 

He feels himself drifting, into some new space, onto some hard bed like an examination table (who keeps one of those in their house?), in and out of consciousness, and finally succumbs to sleep. 

“Deja vu, Seongjun.” 

He wakes to 244’s voice, patched stomach and the instinct to fight that he shoves deep into clenched fists. 

“Is that cliche?” 244 asks, “it feels like only yesterday I gouged that bullet from your leg.” 

“You love seeing me in pain.” Seongjun laughs. 

“You’re not usually so fragile.” He says, and brushes a finger over the bandages keeping his guts intact. 

244’s eyes gloss over, emotions that once cracked through his facade lost under layers of fine cloth. “I’m going to keep sending people to kill you, until you become so used to it all you can do is smile and return the favor.” He smiles for emphasis.

It would be so easy to punch his face in, lying so close Seongjun’s fist could crack his skull, shut him up.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He asks instead. 

“I don’t know.” 244 says, with an empty expression that maybe just means he is pleased, hoping for a challenge. “You’re easy to read, Seongjun.” He places his hand over his throat.

“You bite the hand that feeds you,” he says and taps his adams apple, “and run towards it when it chokes you.” 

“You think you’re so smart.” Seongjun retorts with a forced smile. 

“Cute,” 244 says, “you provoke me because you don’t want me to leave.” he stands up, “bearing your teeth, hoping I’ll bite back.” words like the flat side of a knife pushed against Seongjun’s throat, “Are you afraid of being alone, Seongjun?” He asks, digging the imaginary knife deeper, hard enough to choke. 

“Why do you always go for my stomach?” Seongjun asks, and grabs 244’s wrist before he can pull it away. 

“It’s fun,” 244 leans over him, “to watch you fight.” He pulls out of Seongjun’s grip and starts for the door, giving him one last empty smile before slipping behind it and clicking it closed. 

#how to fight #244 #baek seongjun #sushibird

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

If you’re still taking requests, maybe Spriggan holding Lucian prisoner, sometime after that first hate-fuck you last wrote about?

Sounds like an interesting time for the both of them!

Let's try something form the Spriggan's POV this time.

I know that everyone calls him the Spriggan, because they named him after a creature of legend from the area he landed in, but in his own mind, I'd like to think he still considers himself the Doctor.

I mean, he technically is.

Warning: imprisoned Lucian

On with the fic!

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Normally, the Doctor wasn't a fan of keeping people alive in his TARDIS. If they were of use, sure, yes, a life could keep going, for a while. It was how he was farming the energy out of these lifeforms for his ship, after all. Keep them alive for a bit, then let the energy drain out after they died.

But he liked this one, this interesting beast that wandered into his domain without any idea of what he was up against.

The Doctor walked through the limited halls of his TARDIS, she was still too weak to truly contain her infinite space. She could only manifest so much before it hurt her, drain her of what she had collected. Thick vines blocked a doorway and the Doctor shifted his hand, they pulled back enough for him to slip through and enter the room.

It was illuminated by bioluminescent orbs, ones he created from fungi that he grew inside of the TARDIS. In the calm, blue lights, he could see his prisoner, seated on a soft bed, his wrists and ankles still shackled by roots and vines.

Pale, pupil-less eyes glared deeply at him in the low lights, and the Doctor felt a thrill of excitement run through him at the sight. "You are a gorgeous, mysterious thing, aren't you?"

"Why are you keeping me here?" Lucian growled, actually growled. "You got what you wanted."

"Oh, did I?" The Doctor casually flicked a small scrap of clothing from his arm, it was such a shame his poor clothes couldn't handle the changes his body had gone through when adapting to his universe. "And what did I want?"

"Me."

"And that's why you're still here! You are too much of an interest for me to just let you run off into the night, little wolf! I want to learn more about you, not often I find someone like you."

"Then you are not looking hard enough. And for that, I am thankful. My people do not need more trouble from inhuman creatures trying to harm them."

"I never said anything about harming." The Doctor sniffed.

Lucian glowered, not believing him for a second. The Doctor had a feeling that his reputation as the village boogeyman was well known to the wolf. "Well, I never said I would harm you and your people. I do not even know what you are, exactly. While I am fascinated to learn more about you..."

He stepped closer, smiling. "I would love to know more about my counterpart, about the Doctor that lives here. The Time Lord."

"I do not have to tell you anything about him."

The Doctor shrugged. "And I suppose that is your right, seeing as you are his lover and all. But in a sense, I am him, just as he is me. Only... slightly different."

Lucian scoffed. "Massively different, you mean."

"Probably, I don't know him. But I do know one thing about my counterpart at least."

"And what is that?"

"He has a great taste in lovers." The Doctor laughed at Lucian's face to his words. "You are a delight, my little wolf! I'll be back later, I'm sure you would like some more rest. You've had a long journey, and an even longer night with me. When I return, I'm sure we can have a nice, civil conversation, yes?"

Those pale eyes continued to stare at him in a way that the Doctor suspected he was trying to set him on fire with just a look. This made him smile. "I'll see you in a bit." He patted Lucian on the head, hearing him curse in his native tongue.

While he didn't like having living man-like beings in here, the Doctor could make exceptions if the guests were as fascinating as Lucian was.

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I like that I'm dragging some of you guys down with me into obscure character hell. :)

#john's drabbles #lucian x tenth doctor

[bunnyrabbitcity]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN, I drew a witch Yachi!! A version saying with Happy Halloween and a version without it.

#doodle #Haikyuu #Yachi Hitoka #Kageyama Tobio #Hinata Shoyo #I haven't been active here #much #but my october surprise was that I might be developing some kind of wrist condition #my wrist was on fucking fire when I just wrote those words #someone send help

[saturnsorbits]

Staples

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Warnings: Dark Content, Angst, Violence, Drugging, Elements of Torture, Gore, Villian!Reader, Reader has a Ferrokinesis Quirk, Smut, Restraints, Touches on Breeding/Trapping, One Instance of Branding, Implied Character Death. Word Count: 5.4k.

Summary: Someone has to take Dabi down, it's just a shame that it has to be you.

A/N: Please heed the warnings on this one. I wrote this while trying to work out how I felt about Dabi. I left it loving him. I’m trying to do a lot w/this piece. I hope I haven’t missed the mark.

-> This piece contains DARK CONTENT - please heed the warnings <-

'You're awake.'

'I'm also tied up.' Dabi groans. There's a weight in his wrists and ankles, something heavy that pulls against him when he tries to stand from the chair; something that feels remarkably like a thick, metal pair of cuffs. The sides of his skull ache, sending sparks of pain down his jaw and into his neck. Through blurred memories, he attempts to sift through the tattered remains of the night before. He'd been at the bar. Toga had left. He'd stayed. So had Compress. Twice was there. So was the girl. She's been pretty, which was probably why he'd let her buy him a drink... Fuck. Dabi sighs. Running his tongue over his teeth, he tastes salt. Of course, the one time he let his dick take the lead he ends up somewhere like this.

'You are...' Readjusting your mask, you step into the small pool of light surrounding your captive. Nausea creeps through your chest, hollowing you out as you fight the urge to spit at his feet.

'If you wanted to be kinky, you could have just asked,' Dabi smirks. The edges of the chair dig into his back as he stretches his shoulders around it, shifting to get a better look. He drags his eyes up your body, tongue ghosting his top lip as his gaze lingers on your chest. It was a waste really. Now he'd have to kill you. Heating his palms, he begins to melt the cuffs.

A chuckle bubbles up your throat. It was almost as if he thought you were stupid. 'Those are tungsten. You'll melt them to your own skin before you manage to melt them off.'

Dabi extinguishes the fire nestled in his palm. 'So, you know about my quirk?'

'You've been getting around.' Stepping towards him, you push your fingers through his hair. Brittle strands snap against your skin as you take hold of a fistful and force his head backwards. 'The league isn't exactly low key.'

'You know, under different circumstances, I think we'd have a lot of fun together, Doll,' Dabi winces, rolling his lip between his teeth.

Your body responds from muscle memory. The heat that pools in your abdomen disgusts you. The idea that part of you still wants him, after everything, is enough to send a wave of bile to your throat.

'C'mon, Doll.' He meets your eye easily. Even half-obscured by the light and blurred from his drugging, he could see why he'd risked taking a drink from you. 'Don't be like that.'

'I thought you liked it rough?' You purr. Hurting him feels good, and why shouldn't it? He's hurt people. He's enjoyed doing it too.

His scalp burns. The pain sears through his skull, joining forces with the growing headache squeezing his temples. Whatever you had slipped him was doing its job. Catching your eye, a wave of nostalgia cuts through the pounding in his head. Struggling through a life time of forgotten memories, he attempts to locate you. You where familiar, somehow. How did he know you? For all he could guess, you were just another girl that he'd screwed and then screwed over. Twisting his wrists in the cuffs, he bends his index finger to the metal and applies heat. Your identity could wait. His freedom couldn't.

Your palms itch. Being able to control metal had its perks, that included being able to sense when a certain someone was attempting to melt through their restraints. 'If you want to keep that finger, I suggest taking it off the cuff.'

'Know of somewhere better I could put it?'

Releasing his hair, you let your fingers slip from his scalp onto his cheek. He still feels the same, despite it all. For a second you falter, losing yourself to the memory of a man that no longer exists. You brush a thumb against his cheek bone. That was just it. Anger swirls in your chest. He wasn't the same any more, was he?

He has to stop himself from melting into your touch. He doesn't know why the light trailing of your fingers across his skin make his body desperate to relax, but he knows he doesn't like it. People don't touch him like this. His life is full of harsh grips and violent slaps, not this...

Tracing the shell of his ear, you take one of the metal links at his helix in-between forefinger and thumb. The metal is cold, a welcomed sensation against the heat of your skin. Taking a deep breath, you yank it from his ear.

'Fuck -.' Dabi hisses, recoiling as best as he can while tied to the chair. 'You fucking bitch.' A large portion of his skin had been torn away with the metal, leaving an angry wound on the side of his head that oozes blood. 'You're fucking dead.'

You bring a hand up to cover your mouth. 'Oh, no. I'm so scared.'

'You fucking should be.' Pain shoots down his jaw, setting his teeth on edge. He growls, letting his head rock back onto his shoulder as he tries to claw back any semblance of his composure.

The fire in his eyes makes you giddy. Hurting him really does feel good, but then again. You'd always known that it would. You're a villain after all, hurting people is what you do. 'You're not really in any position to be giving orders, are you?'

'What the fuck do you want?'

'It's not so much what I want and more what I'm here to do.' You're hitting your element now. Letting the metal link fall to the floor, you reach out and stroke his collarbone. His skin is rough against yours as you trace the line where his scarred flesh presses against the unblemished. You touch one of the staples. Circling it slowly, you hook your nail underneath it and lift, prising the metal from his chest. The damaged skin tears until, finally it releases, relinquishing the metal into your hold.

Dabi tenses, hissing through gritted teeth.

'Now are you going to be good for me, or do I need to keep ripping staples out?'

'I'm starting to think you're enjoying this...' Dabi narrows his eyes. The more you speak, the more he recognises your voice.

'What if I am?'

'Ever thought of joining the league? We could do with another psychopath, Toga can't be everywhere.'

You snort. 'You were the one who said I was a simple villain, Touya. Not nearly mean enough to join the league.'

His entire body solidifies. 'Touya's dead.'

'Is he?' Venom drenches your words. 'Because you were still Touya afterwards...' His name tastes sweet on your tongue. His old name, his real name. It brings with it flashes of anger and affection that blend awkwardly in your stomach. 'You were still Touya to me.'

Jaw set, Dabi's whole body simmers as the memory of you hits him in the throat. In his chest the faint embers of a distant affection attempt to ignite, but he shoves them away before they can catch.

Before you can rationalise your movements, you're on him again. Bracing yourself on his knees, you dig your nails into the flesh. You want to see it. The flash of recognition in his eyes when he realises who you are. Slowly, you reach up to your mask and slip the cotton from your face, letting it float to the floor.

Dabi chokes on his own tongue. His lips part, eyes widening as you stare him down. What had it been? Four years? Five? The last time he'd seen you, you were nineteen and begging him to stay. You'd collapsed onto the floor of the damp, one-room apartment you illegally sub-let in a puddle of denim and tears. That was how he left you. He abandoned you for the league and had promptly fallen into as many bottles as it took to blur you from his memory. He might have made the mistake of loving you, but he wasn't going to make the mistake of letting you get in the way.

'Missed me?' His silence douses the creeping sweetness his name had brought into your mouth. Reaching for another link at his ear, you tear it from the flesh. 'The word you're looking for is sorry.'

'You bitch.' Blood trickles from his ear, forming a thin river down his neck that pools in the exposed dip of his collarbone.

'If you can call me a bitch you can fucking apologise.'

Dabi rolls his head onto a shoulder, attempting to stop the ringing in his ear. Sucking air over his teeth, he smirks. 'Always knew there was a little more villain in you than you were letting on, and I'm not talking about when that little bit of villain was me.'

His comment brings with it flashes of memory. You see his hands, Touya's hands, already scarred and purpling, grabbing at the plush of your thighs. Then, you're remembering his head, rested in your lap, your chest pressed to his side, his lips on yours, your hand around him, his fingers inside of you... You shove the reminiscence back down your throat, almost choking as it attempts to claw it's way back to the forefront of your mind again.

'You know...' He eye's you lazily. You're beautiful like this, consumed by fire and hatred just like he is. It was a waste, really. It was. Together you could be unstoppable. 'I always wondered what you were capable of, really capable of, I mean.'

'Well, that makes two of us.' You snap. 'I knew you were a lot of things, but a fucking murderer wasn't one of them Touya.'

'Stop calling me that.'

'Stop calling you what? Your fucking name?' You savour the taste of his name for a final time and then, you're rolling the sleeves of your jacket to your elbows. A familiar sickness rises in you when you look at him. You'd been right. Whoever he was now, whoever he'd become after he left, wasn't Touya. He hadn't been Touya for a while. You swallow the past. None of it matters anyway, not any more. 'You remember what my quirk is, right?'

'Ferrokenisis.' Dabi's smile fades as soon as it appears.

You curl your fingers into your palm.

The remaining staples on his chest begin to vibrate. The movement shakes his bones, sending violent shock waves of pain through his musculature. His head snaps back, attempting to control the tearing sensation spreading across his chest. 'I thought out of everyone you'd understand.' Pressing his tongue to the roof of his mouth, he takes a deep breath. As much as his inner-masochist is enjoying feeling you unleash yourself on him, you were going to flay him alive if he let you carry on. Turning to you, he lets a cruel smile take his lip. 'Or, did you spend all three years thinking you'd be able to change me?'

You dig your nails into your palms causing a staple to pop off his chest. It hangs in the air for a second before dropping to the floor with a subtle rattle. Two more follow it.

The shit-eating grin that is plastered across Dabi's face contorts into a grimace. The skin on his chest is torn open. The tattered flesh hung limp, exposing slithers of the meat below. His patience is wearing dangerously thin, but he'd be lying if he said that with each staple you pluck form his body he isn't reminded of why he had let you in, in the first place.

'Emotional manipulation...' You hum. 'You really are your father's son.'

'Good one.' His chest convulses, the exposed muscle tensing as he rocks forward curling around himself.

His laughter catches you off guard. Squeezing shut your eyes, you let your chin drop to his chest. At least that hadn't changed.

Noting how your knees shake under your weight, Dabi finds a smile tickling his mouth. Brushing his tongue against his teeth, he switches tactics. 'I've missed you.'

'Don't.' You voice catches in your throat.

'I mean it.'

You hate how your resolve starts to slip. That now, with his voice soft and yearning as it reaches out to you, you're tempted to fall back to his mercy. 'Ever since you abandoned me to go play hero's and villains, you mean.'

'I wanted you to come with me.'

'Why?' You set your jaw, eyes coming up to confront him. 'So I could watch you become a monster?' You can't hold it. Tears well up, clouding your view. Sat there with his chest cleaved open, the staples holding him together littering the floor he looked pitiful. 'What happened to you?'

He shrugs, struggling to meet your eye. Something odd consumes him, eclipsing the searing burn from his wound. Squirming in the new silence, he tries to strangle the sudden urge inside of him. Did he still really want you? After everything? 'Fuck...'

'What?' You step forward reflexively, arm already outstretched and ready to grab for his shoulder.

He chuckles. He's going to regret this. 'I'm not sorry.' His voice shakes as tears threaten to fill his eyes, matching yours.

'Touya.' You shatter. The anger that had fuelled you evaporates. Rushing him, you slip onto his lap straddling his hips. Your hands find his jaw, cupping his cheeks as you press a needy kiss into his mouth.

He reciprocates all too keenly. Savouring the blunt taste of metal on your tongue, he finds himself lost in your touch. He hadn't lied. He really has missed this: you.

You kiss him until you think your lips might bruise, but as soon as you pull away, the hate returns. This was wrong and yet, he feels solid beneath you. His cheeks are warm and rough in your palms. His lips gentle and needy against your own. Cursing the tingling of butterflies that creep into your stomach, you brush your thumbs across his skin.

'You know, if you take these cuffs off -.'

'You know I can't do that.'

'Well...' There's a lob-sided smirk on his face when his eyes flicker up to meet yours.

You sit back, taking in the sudden change in his posture, the slope of his shoulders and jutted angle of his chin. The mischief in his eyes makes a new warmth spread through your core and you shift on his lap, anxious for his next words. 'Well, what?'

'If I've got no hands, what am I supposed to do about this...' Thrusting his hips, he presses the hard length of his cock to the lips of your cunt and grins wildly when your eyes blow wide.

Swallowing, you chew at the inside of you cheek. It's undeniable, the way your body begins to melt into his and submit back to old whims; how the hate you've been holding onto seems to seep through your fingers when he presses in harder against you. You're torn, caught somewhere between lust and logic, but the pulsing of your cunt makes up your mind.

He rolls his lip between his teeth and bites down, teasing at the flesh. 'So, you going to do something about that, or not, Doll?'

'You bastard.' You snarl, but there's no heat. Your hands are at his belt in an instant, fingers fumbling with the cold metal of the buckle as you rip it from his pants and toss it haphazardly behind you.

'Your bastard.' He lifts his hips when you kneel before him, letting you yank his pants to his ankles and hisses when his bare thighs touch against the chair.

Clenching your jaw, you ignore the soft chuckle that trickles from his lips when he notices how your breath catches in your throat. Your hands grip his knees, palms flattening over roughened skin as you slide upwards and broach the ache between his legs. Careful fingers slip under the hem of his boxers and then, you're tugging and releasing his cock from its confines.

'I think he likes you.' Dabi attempts to smart, but the air is kicked from his lungs when he feels the wet slick of your tongue run up the length of his shaft.

You wrap a hand around his base and take a second to admire the gentle left lean of his cock and the thicket of black hair that runs right up until just below his belly button. Already a steady stream of pre-cum is dribbling from the head. It coats his skin in a waxy sheen, making each vein stand out and thrum under your gaze. He tastes like salt and smoke when you take him into your mouth.

'Fuck I've missed your mouth.' Head rolling back on his shoulders, a groan leaves him as you take him deeper into your wet heat.

A choked moan is all he receives in response. Eyes fluttering shut, you use your tongue to swipe at the underside of his cock as you begin to bob and suck, earning yourself another shallow groan. You can feel your cunt salivating. It's almost certain that you've soaked through your underwear, but with each second you spend latched onto him you only get wetter.

'Gonna cum that in that pretty mouth of yours if you carry on...' He's still trying to sound smug, still clinging to the slither of power he thinks he retains, but his thighs are shaking under your hands, his balls pulling up tight and threatening to spill.

Before his release can take him, you pop off his cock.

He tenses his jaw, grinding his teeth as his orgasm is stolen from underneath him. Then, a laugh bubbles up his throat. 'You know, you wouldn't get away with this shit if I wasn't tied up.'

You wipe your chin and stand. 'Yeah, well you are.'

Chewing at his lip again, Dabi leans back and spreads his legs. 'Take what's yours then, Doll.'

Pushing yourself to stand, your fingers tease at the hem of your skirt lifting it just enough to expose the soft skin of your upper thighs. The roaming of his eyes bolsters your confidence and makes your cunt ache. 'Don't worry... I'm going to.'

He swallows hard, eyes focusing in on the stiff peaks of your nipples as they harden under your shirt. His cock twitches, stomach tightening as he lets his gaze slip and roll over your covered cunt. If you where to lift that skirt only another inch he'd be able to see it and the thought alone has him salivating.

You don't bother undressing. Instead, you slip straight onto his lap, anxious to be close again.

His cock brushes against your clit and you buck, grinding back against him as a whine is eased from your throat. Your back curves as an old forgotten pleasure shoots up through your core, forcing your hands onto his shoulders to steady yourself.

'There you go...' Jutting up his hips, he encourages you to grind down on him again, your cunt almost burning against the soft skin of his cock as the seat of your underwear catches against the head. The moans that drip into the air from your mouth burn like coal in his ears and he lurches forward to press his lips to the edge of your jaw.

Part of you hates it. Even now, after all this time, he plays your body easily. His lips plant soft kisses along your jaw, inching down lower until he's tracing the column of your throat with the tip of his tongue. Your nails dig into his coat, body lured helplessly into his touch as your desire takes control.

'If I wasn't tied up, I'd be fucking you open with this tongue right now -.' He pants at your throat, but the end of his sentence is cut short as you tangle your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck and tug.

'No.' Pulling back, you look him in the eye. He might still be able to make your body sing for him, but he wasn't the one in control any more. He'd told you to take what was yours and that's exactly what you where going to do. You lean in and nip at his bottom lip. 'I'm going to fuck myself on your cock and you, are going to be a good boy and take it.'

He smiles, eyes burring into yours as an insatiable hunger floats in the blue of his iris'. Having you close again is almost painful after the years of your absence, but even the sting is sweet. 'Fucking Hell, you are something, aren't you?'

You don't answer. Lifting up, you take him in hand and pass over him twice with your fist.

'Fuck, like that...' His head tips back, spine creaking as he tries and fails to buck into your hand to speed you up, but a firm squeezing his base puts a stop to that.

Shifting, you growl by his ear. 'I didn't say anything about making you cum, did I?' Then, your hand is leaving his hair in favour of tugging the seat of your underwear to the side. You hover for a moment, letting his tip just kiss the puffiness of your lips before slowly, sinking down onto him. The stretch burns. His cock hollows you out, forcing you to mould around him as you breathe through the sting to bottom him out in one.

His whole body tenses. His stomach draws tight, his shoulders squaring as he tries and fails to bring his arms up to take hold of you. The metal of the cuffs jingles behind him, straining as he pulls back against them, but they don't budge.

It's sinful how you're creaming around him almost immediately. You sink your teeth into your lip, trying to silence the shameful moan that tears up your throat as you work your way back off of his cock and drop down again. With each roll of your hips, he hits against something exquisite inside of you, but that's nothing compared to the shock waves that are forced up through your legs when your clit grinds against the wiry mess of his pubes.

The pace you set is entirely too slow. Your walls hug him and flutter, drawing him painfully close to a blissful release and yet, stealing it from him at the same time. He'd be annoyed if it wasn't for the way your head is thrown back, pretty little moans leaking from your mouth as you use him like a glorified sex toy. 'You enjoying yourself? Huh, getting off on using me...'

You chuckle, thighs aching as you cream around his cock and press your lips to his. 'I am.' Releasing his shoulders, you work your fingers under the edge of your t-shirt and yank it up and over your breast before slipping the cups of your bra down. The air is cold against your nipples making them pebble instantly and you don't miss how Dabi's eyes are instantly drawn to the swell of your tits as they bounce in time with your thrusts. 'Like what you see?'

He nods, his tongue peaking out to wet his bottom lip.

'Suck.' Cupping a breast, you lift yourself to his mouth.

For the first time in his life, he does what he's told. Straining to crane his neck, he curls his tongue to lick against the edge of your nipple and shivers when you moan and arch into him.

The noise goes straight to his cock, making him twitch and pulse inside of you, but you're not given any time to focus on it as your nipple is sucked into his mouth. He laps at the sensitive bud and you know you're close. Your body shakes, cunt beginning to tense as you work your way off the edge. 'I – Fuck... I'm gonna...' The coil in your stomach pulls taught and before you know it, it's snapping and forcing static to your vision as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you. 'Touya. Fuck... Touya.'

'Shit.' He pops off of your nipple, but he doesn't take his eyes off you once. Your face is contorted, lip bitten between your teeth as you cum, cunt milking him relentlessly while refusing him the friction he needs. It's impossible not to feel his heart stutter in his chest, to feel the reoccurrence of what he'd felt for you almost choke him as you come down and nuzzle back into the crook of his neck. 'Say my name again...'

You swallow, but comply whispering against his skin. 'Touya.'

'Again.'

'Touya.'

'Fuck.' Lowering his lips to your neck, he bites down gently, resting his teeth on your skin. 'You going to make me cum, or did you mean it when you said you weren't gonna.'

You sit up and look him over. In the back of your mind you know you shouldn't, know you should probably leave him there wrought out and wanting. Fuck, there's too much to lose, too many consequences, but all of that is thrown to the wind when see the affection you'd once been used to shine in his eyes. 'Beg.'

His eyebrows shoot up on his forehead, smirk curling his lips. 'You what?'

'If you want to cum, beg for it.'

Licking at his lips, he's almost ashamed at how quickly his mind is made up. Here, he doesn't have to pretend to be a calloused villain, with you he can be himself and apparently, he's not above begging for your cunt. 'Please.'

'I can't hear you.'

He rolls his eyes. 'Please, baby... I -.' The words stick in his throat and roll off of his tongue uneasily, but he struggles through. 'Want to cum. Need to feel you again. Please...'

It's a small win. Rocking your hips, you plant your feet firmly against the floor before bouncing back on his cock again.

The new tightness of your orgasm makes his eyes almost roll into the back of his head. A moan breaks his lips, his chest heaving as you refuse to let up for even a second. 'Shit – Gonna -.' It's embarrassing how quickly you're able to work him up, how close he is already after a few seconds of awkward bouncing and yet, part of him doesn't care. Right now all that matters is this, you and him, brought together again. 'You gonna let me cum inside, fuck, please – wanna fill you so fucking bad.'

His words draw a whine from your throat. You can feel how close he is, feel his balls pulling up tight as his cock pulses inside of you. You shouldn't, but -. Nodding, you slam yourself down on him one final time before you feel it.

Groaning, the air is punched from his chest as he cums pumping you full of thick, sticky white. Emptying himself has never felt this good. His cock gives one final pitiful spurt and then relaxes, letting him sag against you. A pant graces your collarbone, but it's not enough to hide the smarm in his voice. 'You're still on the pill, right?'

You tense, but offer him no answer. You don’t tell him about the pill box, still full with months worth of unused tablets; don’t tell him that you’d stopped taking them when he left. There isn’t any point. With the afterglow fading around you, reality comes crashing down hard. Tears prick at you eyes making you nuzzle deeper against his jacket.

Leaning back, he surveys your face. Narrowing his eyes, Dabi licks his lips and swallows. 'Right?'

Wordlessly you lift up, letting his cock slip from your cunt before slipping your underwear back into place. His seed spills out soon after, pooling against the spoiled lace, but the cooling spend just makes you shiver.

'Fuck, Doll.' Dabi knocks his forehead against yours, heart wedged in his throat as his mind struggles to catch up with the last few hours. It's too much to think about the consequences of his actions, to think about you and a future that he never had a hope of living, so he doesn't. He chooses the easy way out. 'So...' He swallows. 'Why am I here?'

Tear spill down your face. Throat constricting around your words, you balk, stomach doing somersaults. Blinded by your anger and lust, you'd almost forgotten the reason you were here. ‘They said I was the only one who could get close enough.’

Realisation blooms at the back of his skull. He's been too bold. All those stunts he'd pulled with the league: the fire at the U.A training camp, the destruction at the hideout, kidnapping that kid. The commission teaming up with you, however, now that he hadn't expected. In a way, it was kind of fitting. The only woman he'd ever loved sent to bring him in. The cliché amuses him. Leaning forward, he rests his forehead against yours. 'How much are they paying you?'

'They're not.' You relax against him, fingers digging into his coat. 'You can't keep doing this...' You try to swallow again, only for the guilt to wedge in your throat and sit there. 'I was fine with you ruining your dad, fuck, I was happy to help, but... I can't watch you murder innocent people, fucking kids Touya.' Leaning back, you catch his eye, a fractured smile twitching at the corner of your mouth. 'But, I know you won't stop...'

'You got me, Doll.' He chuffs. 'What do you want me to say?'

Dropping your head to his shoulder, you nuzzle his neck. You'd give yourself this, just this. Then, you'd do what you came to do. 'Say we can stay like this for just a little longer.'

Your breath is warm and sends shivers down his spine. He sighs. In another life, he wouldn't have left. He would have stayed with you in that shitty apartment. Maybe he'd have worked out his issues, aired Endeavour's dirty laundry to the press and then, gone back home, to you, to a life he'd been taught he didn't deserve. 'Just a little.' He'd give himself this though. Just this. Then, he'd do what he had to do.

'Okay.' You press your lips to his shoulder.

'You know...' Dabi returns the gesture, kissing the joint of your neck. 'You could have just poisoned me and turned me over -.'

Dragging your teeth across his skin, you smooth the nip with your tongue and snicker at the way he rolls his shoulder into your mouth. 'You deserve more than that.'

With each kiss, he feels a fire build in his stomach. Tilting his head, he exposes more of his neck to you allowing you to continue your gentle assault. 'I'm not going to go out easily. You're going to have to fight to put me down, Doll.'

'I wouldn't expect anything less.'

'Kiss me.'

Pushing yourself backwards, you arc your eyebrows and click your tongue, then raise a hand commanding the cuffs binding his wrists to lift.

Dabi's arms are hoisted upwards behind him, straining his shoulders. The cuffs smoke, a decent sized hole melted into the side of the metal.

'Nice try.' You chuckle.

A smirk pulls the edges of his mouth. In one seamless movement, he pulls his wrists apart.

The cuffs groan, then break. Now free, he takes your chin between his fingertips and presses a desperate kiss into your mouth.

You accept him easily, allowing his tongue to swipe at your teeth. His other hand traces the line of your neck and slips slowly down your body feeling you out. For a second, his palm hovers over your stomach, thumb brushing back and forth, but he doesn't let himself linger there long. Moving back up, he graces your shoulder with his thumb and sinks the digit into the soft flesh above the collarbone.

Pain swells in your shoulder causing your body to jolt backwards. The smell of burning flesh infests your nose as you become aware of your skin searing. He swallows your moan, biting at your bottom lip as you growl at him. 'Bastard.'

'Just something to remember me by...' His fingers touch the scarred flesh, feeling the slight indentations of his fingerprint in your skin. The ghost of a smile lingers in his eyes and then, he's kissing you again.

'I'm sorry.' It's the last thing you say to him, slipping in between touches of your lips. 'I'm sorry, I'm, fuck I'm so sorry.'

'Don't be.' Fisting your hair, he presses you as close to his chest as he can revelling in how you feel. 's'not either of us who should be sorry, Doll.' He really does wish it could be different, but only one of you is going to leave this room.

-> Masterlist

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more mafia eren headcanons pls 🤲

MORE??????? okay if you insist

So uhh this will be a continuation for this scene I wrote earlier

NSFW - DON'T READ IF YOU'RE BELOW 18

Eren tosses your knife to the side, making a clattering sound as it meets the floor. "Any other tricks of yours I should be aware of?" His voice is soothing in your ear but the gun he points to your neck is anything but.

You struggle to break free. "Get your hands off me."

"Fine," he huffs, drawing back from you. "I guess I'll just have to investigate it myself."

He pushes you forward until you're pressed flat against the wall, his gun pointing at the spot between your shoulder blades. "Arms above your head, Sweetheart," he says but his tone is merciless. "One wrong move and I'll shoot a hole through your chest."

Your breathing rags, raising both hands as he asked you to. "Good girl," he coos and it makes you sick. You can feel his hand sliding down your body, following the curve of your ass before it slips behind the high slit of your red maxi dress. He reaches between your legs, making you jolt when his fingers glide over your lingerie. "Such a cute reaction," he chuckles but he presses the point of his gun harder on your skin. "You won't be needing this." Eren rips your lingerie with one hand, casting it aside.

You're scared to your bones. Terrified. "Please stop."

He drags his hand to the front of your stomach, pulling you closer until you can feel his zipper grazing against your behind. "And what if I don't?"

But he stops once he feels you shuddering in fear. He turns you around and lifts your face by pushing his gun to your chin. His eyes find your glassy ones and even when you're glaring with so much hatred in your eyes, you're trying your best not to cry. Even if it means that you have to bite your lip until it bleeds. He smiles, reaching out a hand and you close your eyes in reflex but what he does is frames your cheek gently. "As much as I like seeing my women cry in bed," he says, "I'm not a rapist."

You thought he was going to murder you instead so when he draws his gun away and tucks it back into the pocket of his suit, you nearly weep in relief. "It's been fun, Sweetheart," he bids his goodbye as you slide down to the floor, knees trembling. "I look forward to seeing you again." And he shuts the bathroom door behind him.

He could've killed you, but he didn't. He should've been, knowing you were out there to kill him, but he didn't. And now you owe him your life.

Sick of having that thought for days, you decide to visit him again.

Eren is lying down on a bed of an overly-priced suite with his black suit discarded, his gun lying on the floor and his white shirt unbuttoned to the middle of his chest when you slip through his door.

"Your lady won't be coming back," you tell him, dressed in a red trench coat that perfectly hugs your body. Eren props himself up with his elbows on the bed, his smirk naturally finds its way to his face. His gun is close enough for him to reach. He just decides not to.

Even in the dimness of the room, you can still see the bulge that's concealed by the silk fabric of his pants. There are lipstick stains on his shirt, and some on the side of his neck.

“Well, that’s unfortunate," he says, not surprised in the slightest. "I'd spent a good amount of money to rent her for the night. Heterochromatic eyes. Very rare.”

"You've got a peculiar taste in women."

“Yeah, looks better on camera.” He shifts his weight, sitting on the edge of the bed. His hair is no longer tied, cascading to his shoulders and framing his cheekbones perfectly. “How many of my guards did you take down to get in here?”

“Three. You know, you should’ve considered hiring bodyguards that are stronger than you.”

“Yeah, you couldn’t even lift a finger against me." He chuckles at the memory. "Well I used to have Levi, but he quits for good.” He takes a cigarette from the pocket of his suit. “Did you kill them?”

“No. I didn’t want to leave dead bodies in such a nice hotel like this.”

“How very thoughtful of you.” He tucks the cigar between his teeth, lighting it up.

“I wouldn’t mind if it was yours, though," you add. "If anyone should die tonight, it should be you.”

“But you can’t kill me." His eyes twinkle mischievously as he leans back and takes a long drag. "So, what are you planning to do?”

"Why didn't you kill me?"

"'Cause you're cute." He brings his cigar to his lips, smirking as he continues, "And I kinda like your face. Wouldn't hate to see it again."

"You should've killed me. Now I feel like I owe you my life."

"You do." He flicks the ashes off. "So, I'm guessing you're here to repay me?" You stay mute but your eyes tell him the answer he wants to hear. "What do you have to offer?"

"Let me join your little boyband. I can be useful to you."

He snorts. "You couldn't even put up a fight against me, why would I want you?"

Your jaw clenches. "Then what do you want me to do?"

Something flickers in his eyes at your choice of words. He takes another drag, standing up and makes his way to the balcony. "Come. The moon looks beautiful tonight." You hesitate for a few seconds before you follow his trail.

Eren leans his back against the railing, throwing his head back as he lets the wind caresses his face. He looks... beautiful, as if he didn't belong to that kind of world. His eyelashes are long, probably longer than yours and those lips—

"Strip."

"What?"

"Strip for me," he repeats, dragging his cigar closer to his lips. "Here. Now." You keep your body still, your glare menacing, though your heart starts to thrash wildly inside your chest. "You said you wanted to repay me, right?"

“I thought you said you weren’t a rapist.”

“I’m not." He exhales clouds of smoke into the air. "I’m not forcing you, am I? I’m only asking you. Whether you do it or not is up to you.”

You can't believe you just called him beautiful. He's fucking sick.

“And you also owe me an escort," he grins lightly as he tosses the rest of his cigarette away, "You’re not heterochromatic but you do have pretty eyes.”

You feel your breathing stutter as he makes his way to you. “You want me to sleep with you?”

“No." In a blink of an eye, Eren has his hand on the front of your throat, pushing you against the glassy window until you're standing on your tiptoes. Your hands are clutching tightly against his wrist, nails scratching his skin to push him away but he only smiles that fucking innocent smile of his that always seems out of place. But when he speaks, another persona takes over.

"I want to fuck you," he says the words through gritted teeth, almost like he's growling. You can feel his breath falling on your lips, can sense the aftertaste of the cigarette he just took. “I want to fuck you raw until you cry. I want to fuck you until you can’t say anything, can't think about anything but my cock inside you. I want to fuck you until you beg me to stop and when you do, I'm gonna fuck you even harder."

You're choking, your lungs starting to catch on fire. "C-can't... breathe..."

And instead of letting you go, he smashes his lips against yours, and he's so rough with his teeth and tongue that you won't be surprised if yours start to bleed. You gasp against his mouth, desperate for air and only after he's satisfied, does he let go.

Retracting his hand, Eren brings back his juvenile smile to his face, hand gently frames your cheek as he whispers in your ear. “But again," his lips brush against your skin. "It’s all up to you, Sweetheart.”

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Just a Little Reminder

Pairing - Xiao x Fem!Reader

Warnings - 18+ NSFW SMUT DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE A MINOR, blood mentions, degradation, VERY SLIGHT dollification (like I mean it’s mentioned maybe ONCE), spitting, face fucking, this is just some nasty** sex man.

Word Count - 2.2k

Other Comments - It’s been so long since I wrote a good smut fic so this was nice and refreshing to write. It’s a break from all the angst you guys have been requesting for some ungodly reason. Anyway hehe enjoy you freaky weirdos.

      Xiao’s day could not get any worse. Something happened overnight that caused the gods to curse his day. Nothing was going correctly. He didn’t know why he felt so restless, maybe because he hasn’t seen you in a couple of months. Being an Adeptus had some drawbacks, one of them being that they could never leave Liyue. That didn’t exactly work well with your carefree spirit dragging you all over Teyvat, rightfully earning the title of a Traveler. That meant you left his side for an unknown amount of time, you always came back of course but you leaving never got any easier on Xiao. He was protective of you, and you not being in Liyue where he could secretly keep an eye on you made him anxious. The feeling of anxiety was not something new to Xiao, but it was different from the anxiety he had experience with. He was never anxious over a mortal's safety and well being. It almost made him unnerved how much you had already subconsciously changed in him.

      Xiao never really had much need to venture out of Wangshu Inn, so when he did he always wanted to immediately relax on the balcony at the top of the inn he resided in. Some days Verr Goldet would bring him some freshly made almond tofu, when he gratefully accepted once the young woman made it back downstairs. As he was staring out past the railing, he saw a familiar silhouette approaching the inn. Something sparked in him when he saw the way you limped up the stairs of the ground floor towards the elevator. Within seconds, before you could step onto the elevator Xiao grabbed you suddenly jumping back up to the top of the balcony. You squealed quietly, your arms quickly finding their way around Xiao’s slender neck, absentmindedly remembering to avoid the large spikes coming off of one of his shoulders.

      Before you could even think, you felt your back land on the soft bed the two of you shared at night. Sure Xiao never really slept much but the sentiment was nice. It also worked for these little moments. Xiao’s sharp canines poked the side of your throat causing a soft gasp to escape your lips.

      “Xiao- Hey wait… I just got here.” Your voice a little bit above a whisper as you bashfully looked at the man hovering above of you. 

      “When you were leaving for this little expedition, you promised me you would return uninjured. Are you really that stupid that you would break such a promise to me? I guess I have to remind you what happens when you make me upset (y/n).” The way Xiao’s voice rumbled low in his chest made warmth bloom in your chest, as everything slowly began to get warmer. Your face was beat red as you felt Xiao’s callused hand grab your cheeks and push your face to the side; giving himself better access to your throat. You once again felt Xiao’s sharp canines graze your throat, alongside his long tongue lapping at the delicate skin. Suddenly a sharp pain shot from your neck as he bit down, immediately licking your blood away, pleasure beginning to  bloom from the mark. 

    Xiao slowly slid down your body, undoing your shoes and tossing them away. After that was done he rose back up, roughly undoing your skirt and pulling it off before once again throwing it away somewhere, much of the same work was done on your top and before you knew it you were left in nothing but your undergarments; while Xiao was fully clothed. Your cheeks got even redder as you felt a little embarrassed, trying to cover your face with your arms. Xiao’s hand shot to grab both of your wrists and slam them onto the bed above your head, a loud growl coming from him.

     “Don’t you even dare try and hide your face from me. You are going to face your punishment head on. Oh and don’t even think about making any noise lest you want an even worse punishment.” His sharp gaze softened for a moment, eyes silently making sure you actually wanted to do this. When you gave him a quick small nod his eyes immediately snapped back to the cold harsh glare he wore mere moments before. He began attacking your neck and collarbones with harsh hickies and sore bites. Your breath began to hitch in your throat, as you tried to hold back whimpers of pleasure.

     Agonizingly slowly Xiao made his way down your body, leaving bruises and bloody bite marks all the way down. You were shaking from the pure ecstasy coursing through your veins. Xiao ripped your panties with his teeth exposing your most vulnerable spot. The cold air that hits your hot wet lips, causing a shiver to wrack its way through your body, your clit pulsing with excitement. You looked down to see Xiao’s piercing auburn eyes staring back into yours, head so close to your core.

     “Don’t you dare cum tonight you filthy whore.” Was all that left his his lips, before his head was shoved between your thighs, his long tongue diving deep into your dripping cunt. Your hand flew to your mouth as you tried to hold back loud moans. You were so desperate and needy from not seeing Xiao for so long. Xiao lifted your legs above his shoulders, hooking both of his arms around your thighs, his hands roughly kneading at the soft flesh; his tongue getting deeper from the new position. Soft muffled moans were beginning to fall from your covered mouth, your free hand trying desperately not to grab at his head, instead gripping the sheeting as tightly as possible. The noises coming from the man below you were obscene, loud slurps and laps being amplified by the otherwise silent room.

     Your nerves were on fire, the familiar coil in your stomach beginning to tighten. Despite tightly covering your mouth, your moans were as clear as day. Xiao pulled away from your pussy, lips shining from the slick of your arousal. His hand quickly gripped your wrist and ripped it away from your mouth.

     “Stop embarrassing yourself by trying to muffle your moans. If your gonna sound so much like a whore you might as well let it be known that your my whore to all of Liyue.” With that Xiao went back to attack your clit with his tongue, occasionally fucking it in and out of your cunt. Loud moans began falling out of your mouth, almost shocking yourself with how loud you were, and how you couldn’t care less about who heard you; you were flooded with euphoria and oxytocin. Your moans spurred Xiao on as his pace on your clit was relentless, not only that but he had unwound one of his arms and inserted a couple of fingers into you.

     You were getting finger fucked and eaten out at the same time, your breathing was beginning to get incredibly labored as your moans rose in pitch and volume. Your free thigh began to tremble against your lover's head as you got closer and closer to the edge; trying desperately to hold yourself back from cumming. Xiao felt the familiar flutter of your walls as you got closer and closer to cumming, and he suddenly pulled them out of you as he halted all actions. You whimpered loudly, thighs shaking desperately yearning for release.

     “Xiao please… please Xiao please let me cum… I’m sorry I broke the promise I won't do it again please Xiao.” Your voice was already wrecked and you sounded pitiful as you saw a smirk pull on your lovers lips. He was fucking laughing.

     “You are fucking disgusting you know? You are so desperate for me you are making yourself look stupid. You aren’t cumming yet. Now shut up and be my useless little fuck toy hm?” You opened your mouth to beg again, but Xiao shut you up by spitting in your mouth and closing it with his hand; forcing you to swallow. That action shot right down to your clit, and you needed him inside you now.

     You opened your leg wide open, hoping that would incentivize him to get on with it already. He knew what you were trying to do and rolled his eyes before standing up and beginning to disrobe. Your eyes were glued to him as his toned pale chest shone with a soft gleam of sweat. Then he began taking his pants off, letting the now loose waistband fall to the ground. Your mouth was basically watering from how horny you were.

     Xiao tightly gripped you thighs and pulled you towards the edge of the bed, which caused you to think he was finally going to fuck you; much to your surprise though he straddled your head as he looked down at you expectantly. Xiao’s cock was just one of those that you could only describe as pretty. It was long yet a little slender, and he kept himself well groomed.

     You eagerly took his dick in your mouth, trying your best to fit him all the way in; reminding yourself to keep breathing through your nose. Then Xiao started moving, harshly shoving his dick deep into your throat, your nose pressed against his body. Before you could get your bearings of you now deep throating Xiao, he just as harshly pulled out them thrusted back in; beginning to ruthlessly face fuck you. You were desperately trying to maintain your breathing but you just couldn’t with how hard Xiao was fucking into your mouth, so you tried your best to hold your breath and hollow your cheeks; trying and failing to suppress your gags. Xiao loved the choking and gagging sounds you made, his animalistic movements becoming erratic and uneven.

     He quickly pulled out of your mouth and fell back to the side of you before he came, not wanting to cum just yet. You coughed as you took in loud gulps of air, before attempting to even your breathing out. Xiao maneuvered your body and flipped you onto your stomach, hand coming down to rub your ass. You felt Xiao line up the tip of his dick to your entrance. You whimpered and wiggled your hips, and suddenly felt that same hand that was just gingerly rubbing your ass, come down and smack hard against it. You yelped and gasped at the sudden pain and pleasure that shot through you. Then while you were still in shock he shoved himself deep inside of you, ripping a pornstar-esque moan from your throat. Xiao groaned low in his chest, struggling to see straight from how tight you were.

     “You’re so fucking tight (y/n) relax you slut.” Despite his words, Xiao was pistoning in and out of you at an ungodly speed, your moans unabashedly flowing throughout the inn. Loud grunts could be heard coming from behind you as Xiao kept fucking your brains out. You were so blissed out, eyes rolled into the back of your head, and tongue lolling out of your mouth. Your mind was so clouded, as tears fell from your eyes. There was some twisted part of Xiao that relished in seeing you cry, you just looked so pretty and wrecked. He knew you were gone when all that would come from you were calls of his names and incoherent babbling.

     Both of you were reaching your limits, and you were reaching them fast. Blaring white hot pleasure filled yours and Xiao’s senses, overwhelming the both of you as you came. You wall clamping around Xiao forcing a loud snarl to come from behind you felt a final sharp bite on the back of your shoulder.

     Xiao stayed in you, rocking his hips lightly; gently letting the both of you ride out the rest of your highs. After that he pulls out before walking into the bathroom and running a rag under some warm water and cleaning himself off. He grabs another clean rag to dampen and come back over to your crumpled form, your mind still foggy and completely blissed out. Xiao gently cleans you up and tucks you into bed, before grabbing a glass of water for you and setting it on your side table. He then slinks into bed next to you and pulls you close to him. He’ll take a look at your “injuries” in the morning.

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[wornoutmouse]

Look I wrote this for my friend but i popped the hell off with this one so if you don’t mind reading a name inbetween a few dialogue points pls read

You ran hurriedly through the halls of the school as the third bell finally rang. You had overslept and had barely made it onto the bus. Skidding to a stop, you slow down when you get to the door, catching your breath before entering. Just as you annoyingly expected, eyes dart towards you as soon as you entered, effectively catching the teacher’s attention.

 “This is the second time you are late young lady, one more time and I will have no choice but to write you up.” You smile awkwardly, “Sorry Miss, it won’t happen again.”  Ms. Bustier clicks her tongue disapprovingly as she watched her student walk to her seat, head hanging low. You sit down in your chair with a soft sigh as Ms. Bustier spoke about today’s lesson.

For the most part, you pay attention to the lesson being taught, that is until your attention is being interrupted by a pencil poking your side. From your peripheral vision, you see fluffy blond hair swaying gently to get your attention. You mutter under your breath, swiping the pencil with your hand, “Quit it Adrien I’m already in trouble.” The boy huffs but the playful aura still hung around making your skin buzz with excitement.

 Shifting in your seat, you squint your eyes at the smartboard, writing down notes every so often. Looking down once again, you notice a small piece of paper folded, You look at Adrien who boredly watched your teacher speak. Opening the paper you roll your eyes at the note inside. 

A - Late again are you Miss Mia? One more time and I might have to wake you up myself

Nibbling the tip of your pencil you write a note back, crumpling the paper before tossing it at Adrien’s head with a smirk.

You- Well maybe I wouldn’t have been so tired if you hadn’t interrupted my study time with your modeling rants

The paper is tossed back at your head, catching in your curly hair, making Adrien snort.

A- Well I can think of other ways to keep you up at night...

You cough loudly at the message, eyes darting at Adrien’s laid-back figure. You scribble down a quick snarky reply with shaking hands. You go to pass the paper but the sound of a throat clearing interrupts you. You turn to your left and are forced to look up, gulping when you notice your teacher’s signature white blazer. She holds her hand out and you reluctantly place the ball of paper in her hand.

“While I will not embarrass you by reading out your hidden messages, I will embarrass you by writing you up for detention.” Sputtering, you point an accusing finger at the smug boy behind you, “He started it first I was just..” You are hushed by a firm hand on your shoulder, “Well if that’s the case, both you and Adrien can join each other at study hall.” Adrien groans behind you and you throw a glare his way, one that he responds with a teasing wink. The sound of the bell ringing grimly reminds you of the dreadful time awaiting you in study hall after school.

 When you get thereAdrien is already there and waves you over to him. You narrow your eyes at him but sit next to him anyway. “Aww don’t look at me like that Mi, it’s not my fault you aren’t stealthy enough to pass a simple note in class.” You roll your eyes, “Well if you weren’t tossing notes like a child, we wouldn’t be here either.” Adrien laughs loudly earning a sharp look from the detention monitor. 

He mutters a silent apology as you busy yourself with a notepad and pencil. The study hall is silent and boring and 11 minutes feel like 11 hours as the clock ticks by. Adrien watches your small scribbles turn into different shapes and sizes. Before long, he notices you drawing a rather familiar face. “Whatcha drawing?” You shrug, watching your pencil make the shape of cat-like ears.

You continue drawing, briefly recognizing Adrien’s body heat as he watches over your shoulder. “You like Chat Noir huh?” Your precise pencil strokes outline the lean frame of one of Paris’s heros. While it is undoubtedly Chart Noir in a heroic setting, the way his eyes slant a little more than his mask allows and the way one of his hands rested on his chest did give way to a more seductive undertone. 

“Yeah, I think he’s pretty hot not gonna lie.” Adrien hums, the feeling of his short breaths blowing against your shoulder makes you shiver. “Really? Well, he can’t be hotter than I can he?” Adrien fluffs his hair pompously as he stretches his body lazily. “I don’t know maybe a little.” Adrien sticks his tongue out at you.

Your monitor stands up and walks towards the door before turning around, “Listen you two, I am going to get lunch, and I better see you two here when I come back or you’ll get worse than detention.” The teacher fixes you both with a long look before leaving. “They are a little stiff in the ass.” You chuckle resting your head on your palm. Adrien slouches in his chair to play on his phone, giving you the perfect opportunity to observe him. Your friend is attractive, that is something you’ve come to terms with a long time ago, hiding your crush away deep in your mind. 

“You like to stare at me when you think?” His tenor voice startles you out of thought and you realize you now have his full attention. Your face is warm and for once you are glad you couldn’t visibly blush. 

“Hey, Adrien? What did you mean by that last message you passed me in class?” You tried to pass the question off as casual but you could feel your heart racing as the room filled with daunting silence. “What do you think I meant?” 

Suddenly Adrien felt too close and the room felt smaller. When you made eye contact with him, his eyes were slanted just like Chat Noirs on your drawing. “You tell me.” You said boldly. Adrien pondered for a while, green eyes observing your features, going from your eyes, down your nose before finally resting on your plump lips. “Well, I think it meant exactly what it said.” Adrien placed a hand on your thigh, squeezing the flesh in his palm. “So tell me why you like Cat Noir?” You stare at nothing, unable to compute the absurd request that came seemingly out of nowhere.

“What?” Adrian’s hand doesn’t stop moving on your thigh, heating your skin through your jeans. “Come on Mi, humor me for a moment.” You hum softly in an attempt at calming your heart rate. “Well, I like how he seems to enjoy what he does,  saving people...” As you speak Adrien takes the time to scoot closer to you paying a sparing glance at the door your teacher left out of a moment ago. “What would you do if you met him?” His hands got closer to your inner thigh fiddling with your belt loops.

The urge to clench your legs together was immediate as the fire within you grew stronger. “I would thank him for his service and-” Adrien shushes you with the sound of your belt clinking a loose. “Let me rephrase, what do you want him to do to you?” Before you had comprehended your predicament, Adrien’s hand had found itself inside your pants.

You were sitting rigidly in your chair, lips parted in a silent exhale. Slender fingers focused themselves on your swelling bud, pressing soft circles on it in an effort to coax it out of its hood. Noting your tensed posture, Adrien tries to distract you. He’ll admit even to himself that this was a bold move on his part and he was surprised you hadn’t pushed him off at this point. “I can stop if you want me to?” You feel his fingers stop their ministrations and you quickly grab his wrist. “No!”

His concerned demeanor is quickly wiped away by a broad smirk as his fingers resumed their task. “Okay then.” He places a kiss on your shoulder through your shirt making you shiver. “You didn’t answer my question.” You nod and try to speak in a stable manner. “I would want him to- oh god!” Adrien’s fingers began to work overtime as they went down to your lips, now wet with your arousal. “I would want him to touch me there! Please.” 

Lips latched lazily on your skin, sucking hard enough for you to feel it but not hard enough for marks to be left behind. “Where is’ there’ Mia? Use your words.” Your back arched in your chair when you felt his slick index finger playfully dip inside of you before returning to your clit.  “Adrien~” Your soft moans were audible now, and every small whimper made his cock ache at the thought of being the cause of your sweet noises. Adrien mockingly hummed, “Oh I see now.”

“You want him to fuck that pretty pussy of yours don’t you?”  You make a strange noise that is a mix of surprise and a moan. You’d never think words like those could leave Adrien’s mouth. “Y-Yes!”  Adrien nodded moving to use both hands now, it was an awkward position but it was worth it seeing you fall apart by his hands. “I bet you think of him at night, kissing you slowly, while his hands roam your body.”  Adrien sinks his teeth in your shoulder blade making you jerk as a particularly hard burst of pleasure racks your body. “You look so damn sexy like this kitty cat.’

You lean forward, holding yourself up by your desk as Adrien’s fingers move faster on your clit. “I can feel how fast your heart is beating, you gonna cum?” The teasing tone in his voice ignited the smallest ounce of competitiveness within you. You grit your teeth and shake your head, “Don’t get so full of yourself Agreste.” Your eyes clenched shut at the feeling of a finger finally entering you. Adrien looked at you with narrowed eyes. He wasn’t a fan when you got competitive, especially when you were obviously bluffing.

There was a thin layer of sweat forming on your skin as your orgasm got closer. Adrien focused on the way your walls quivered around his finger. Your choked-back moans cut the air as he pumps his finger faster. Your wetness was dripping onto your underwear and around his palm making squelching noises. “Are you sure you aren’t going to cum?” Adrien whispered close to your ear taking glee when a tremor passed down your spine. Your orgasm was too damn close for him to stop so you decide to swallow your pride just this once. “F-faster, Adrien, I’m close.” Those were indeed the wrong words to say. Adrien slowed his finger down to slow pumps while his thumb pressed harshly on your clit. He laughed as he could practically feel it throbbing, “I thought you said you weren’t going to cum?” You try to grind down on his hand, bucking slightly as his rough palm stimulated your sensitive lips. “Don’t be an ass ah-fuck!”

You grip the edge of your desk as you finally cum on his hand. Your eyelids flutter and Adrien marvels that the feeling of your cunt that was squeezing him so tightly he could neither tell if it was pulling him in or pushing him out. 

You grunt as he removes his finger, when you look over at him, he is preoccupied with pulling his cock out while licking his fingers clean of your cum. Adrien whimpered around his fingers as his other hand jerked his cock sharply “Ah, you taste better than I thought.” Your eyes travel down his chest to meet his junior. It was thick and surprisingly long. You couldn’t help but feel sorrow for the angry red it was at the tip. But the vein traveling up the side made your mouth water.

His hips bucked to meet his hand desperately. Curses left his soft lips as he tossed his head back in pleasure. A deep warmth flooded your gut from the vibrant imagery of him fucking you with it. “Mia-ah shit.” You raise your head up to meet his eyes, your heart skipping a beat at how the green of his eyes was almost completely drowned by his pupils. “It’s not fair if I helped you get you off, but you won’t help me.” You scootch forward a little bit, swallowing your saliva, “What do you want me to do?” Adrien spread his legs with his hands holding the sides of his chair, “Come on Mi, I haven’t even fucked you yet and you’ve already gone dumb?” 

A hand comes on your shoulder and gently coaxes you down to your knees. You feel small as Adrien peers down at you,  gaze disrupted as his cock begins twitching in front of you. Nervousness enters your head as you quickly come to the realization of how large his dick actually was. “What, are you afraid Mia? Or do I need to get you into the mood?”  Adrien sits up straighter, “Claws out.”  Your tilt your head curious as he combs his fingers through his hair, revealing...cat ears? The sight of a green glow slithering around his body was almost as unnerving as the sight of his outfit changing right before you. 

In little as no time flat, Paris’s neighborhood hero sat in front of you in all his leather glory. His eyes seemed even greener than before, and his personality seemed to change right before you. “Adrien you’re Chat Noir!?” The blond shrugs nonchalantly, gripping his cock and slapping it against your cheek. “Mi I am all for the formalities, but I am so close to fucking your brains out right now, that I think it would be in your best interest to start sucking.” While still being conscious of your hairstyle, Adrien...Noir, pulls your head closer to his groin.

You resist the urge to scrunch your face at the feeling of precum being smeared on your mouth and chin. This resistance only makes Noir chuckle, “Stick your tongue out for me.”  As if it was routine, you do as he says and moan softly from the feeling of his tip tapping your warm muscle. “So fucking perfect for me.”  The praise makes you clench and gives you the courage to open your mouth wider. You suck on his member making him release a pleased growl. His hand laid limply on the back of your head as you take the lead.

The salty taste while slightly unpleasant, wholly addictive. Feeling your growing comfort, Adrien begins thrusting to meet your mouth. The tip of his cock goes all the way to the back of your throat making you choke before dragging back but the sounds of you struggling doesn’t dissuade him. The feeling of your tongue grazing over his vein just before your throat constricted around him drove him wild. Your tiny whimpers made his balls vibrate as he moved faster.

You place your hands on his thighs in order to stable yourself as his thrusts got more brutal. Slob collected around your mouth before dripping down your chin and finally collected by his balls every time they hit your jaw. “Fuck I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum!” Adrien’s voice pitched higher as his claws scratched into the wooden chair of his seat. His head tossed back violently as his thrusts became sloppy, legs shaking. Loud sobs left his mouth as you bright him closer to the edge each thrust is accentuated by filthy words. “Your mouth is so. fucking. Tight. Fuck Mia!”

You felt cum shoot down your throat as Adrien holds your head painfully against this crotch. He weakly thrusts into your mouth a few more times before realizing you. Gasping for air, you wipe your mouth of saliva and look up at Adrien as he catches his breath.  Rough hands grip your chin making you look up at him. “You looked wrecked Mi.” Adrien laughs as he wipes cum off the corner of your mouth.  You stand up wobbly and albeit a bit light-headed, Adrien stands with you and kisses your lips, enjoying the taste of himself in your mouth.

“We are going to finish this later.” Before your brain could even prompt you to ask, the bell rings signaling that detention was over. Adrien deactivates his miraculous before grabbing his backpack and leaving detention hall.

#adrien agreste smut #anime smut #miraculous smut #chat noir smut #smut

[strawberry-nugget]

𝙈𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙈𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙘 | E.Kirishima x Reader

Pairing: Kirishima/ reader, Bakugo/ reader (mentioned)

Summary: You shouldn't want him and he shouldn't want you, it's sinful and forbidden. But he can't help coming back to you, and you can't do anything but take him in every single time. Until today that is.

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: Aged up characters (twenties), NSFW 18+, plot with some p//rn but it's not very detailed, unprotected sex (please use condoms everyone), cheating, casual penetrative sex, jealousy, the seggz is pretty vanilla though

↪A/N: tennis player Kirishima, tennis player Kirishima, idk how I came up with it but I can't get it out of my head, written for @doinmybesthere 's 3k event collab and based on The Hills by the Weeknd, don't be shy to tell me if you liked it, I almost wrote 4k in a day which is unusual for me

5.30pm [Missed Call: Red]

5.31pm [Missed Calls(2): Red]

The bubbling notifications are spamming your phone, each call, succeeding the other in persistence and length, making your phone crawl onto your coffee table in restless buzzing. To your salvation the device is on silent; you're just unable to bear the overwhelming sound of your ringtone echo through the empty walls of your apartment, to let it bounce between concrete like a slimy ball, only for it to hit you on the face with tremendous force.

It's one of those days that you can't answer Kirishima. Too perplexed in the wields of your mind, blaming yourself for this horrendous situation, delivering raw swears at him for simply existing.

You don't know how it came to this nor when was the exact moment things switched. Was it at the party that you met him? Or the thousandth time you took him in and let him ruin relationship after relationship. Either way it was horrible for not only you, but also him, and all the people that have been caught up in the sidelines of this rotten affair.

You shouldn't want this anymore and truly, you don't. You're tired of being the second choice, of hiding behind your little finger, crying yourself to sleep at night, only to put on a sultry face for every time he comes. Once, twice a month.

[New Messages: Red]

Babe, you there?

Read 5.38pm

[New Messages: Red]

Babe I got practice at 8.

I know you're reading those.

Read 5.39pm

[Red is typing…]

[New Messages: Red]

I'm outside btw

A fresh, tremendously sharp wave of anxiety rushes through you at the little notification -it can't be like this again, not today. The thudder in your chest is unbearable, heart too weak to stomach the weight of your decision, fingers too reluctant to type out your response.

He's probably smirking while staring at his phone, not a single care in his head. It's loathing to your mind as you confirm your speculation, shooting a glance out of your window, landing your eyes on his car.

He shouldn't be here.

His thousands dollar car doesn't belong in your urban street, not in your side of the town. And it's so dangerous that he's doing this to see you. You've played the worst scenarios in your head a thousand times, millions of headlines on sites and the news about this; Eijirou Kirishima, on his way to claiming a fifth Grand Slam, caught in affair with university student.

Atrocious, degrading, exposing. A hit to his career that would bother the media for a couple of weeks and paint your name in mud along the way.

Why can't he just be content with the model that he's with? You're nothing like her, not as pretty and you don't have her body, you don't have her face, but he still says he finds you better, says he knows you better, but he just can't be with you.

[You]

Can't do it today

Sorry

You're good to yourself, only when you deny him and only when you feel the satisfaction of being the one to do so. It's pointless to sulk over saying no. He can go fuck other girls, play with their hearts and leave you to your otherwise peaceful life. Even if it is just for today.

You don't have the chance to let a smile creep to your face when your doorbell rings. The jiggling sound bursts into your eardrums once and twice, three dreaded times and they're enough to make your stomach churn, your neck tight and your skin ache.

You contemplate on opening the door for him, subconsciously letting yourself feel like a vulnerable prey, who, after running away to save yourself, is choosing to walk into the wolf's den, so willingly that you can feel yourself drifting away with each step you're taking towards the door.

"Babe,"

The swing of your door handle, the crack of your wrist, the creaking of your door as it opens to reveal him; they're all embarrassing. You can't tell if they fall short on his ears, too caught up in the way he looks -all swollen muscles and tall legs. You're running out of courage to say no and he knows this.

He's not as innocent as this cheeky smile frames him out to be, he's not the sweetheart everyone wants him to be either.

He's Eijirou, who's selfishly standing on your door, who's barging his way in your apartment, who's grabbing your cheeks and slamming your face in his, biting your lips until he draws blood, just to punish you for standing up against him.

Your door is slammed behind him, one bend of his knee and it's falling into its rightful place. To shield the sins of your affair, to bring you comfort and privacy as he attacks parts of your neck, your chest. Places that only squeeze perfectly under his touch.

"Babe," He calls again, in between soft kisses. "What's gotten into you?"

You frown and try to look away, past his cocoa colored orbs, past the swelling that's taking over his lips -and yours- with a numbing, tingling sensation.

"Eijirou—"

"I don't have much time in between training, I got a game the day after tomorrow."

It's always like this, you know. He doesn't have to tell you twice or try to excuse his own self for what he does or how he acts. You're pushed between schedules, or slammed into his timetable like a truck when he feels like indulging with you again, hidden between the lines of his free time.

You're sure at this point that it's the thrill he's after. The sinful taste of your lips on his, how he feels in control while chasing after you, when you can't keep up with him.

His lips don't taste like sour cherry anymore, but you let them wiggle against yours with triumph, you let him want to catch his breath as he pulls back and you put the minimum effort in returning the passion you receive.

You pull back, ignoring the words he's whispering against your face, only to take in his features once again.

Soft black hair pulled into a low ponytail, spiky bangs that fly all over his face and his tips drowned in a fiery, foxy red. The only reminder for who he was before his tennis career blew up. For who he was before he turned into this cocky womanizer whom you're desperately after with a longing heart.

"I'm just not in the mood today."

"Well let's get you in the mood then huh?"

He smiles, nose scrunching and chapped lips hiding behind his gums as his hand moves to your thigh, tagging your shorts with furry. As if he's desperate to have you, right here and now. As if bending you over the couch will help put out a fire in him. That's how he always convinces you to keep this going.

He's making you feel like not having you this way is insufferable.

You're buried in the crook of his neck while being pushed onto the couch, nibbling a soft spot that you've found, rubbing his skin on the top of your tongue. You know how to do this without leaving a mark, you can hold back from wanting to take all you can get from him.

But today it's different. It's going to be the last time.

It's not like any other time you've told yourself that you are going to end this. Today you're going to leave a mark, you're going to bite your way into his skin and drink from his poison -the intimate attention he's only ever willing to give- and you'll get drunk in it.

"Fuck," He grunts against your lips. "Fuck, don't stop that feels good."

You don't stop, eager to listen to him, to breathe into his neck before you wrap your lips a little lower and closer to his collarbone. You should be asking if this will cause him problems, but gone is the guilt that veils your coinsense otherwise. You suckle on a spot and then another, stealing his groaning moans one by one as they fall from his lips, plushing them softly in a spongy part of your brain, where they can rest forever, until you've forgotten them.

"Get your shirt off Eijirou," You plea, ogling eyes watering from the pressure that's applied in the apex of your thighs and he's quick to follow your command, lips curling upwards in a sweetheart smirk.

You're going to miss the way the apples of his cheeks cover his eyes when he smiles like this. But there's no going back for you and him.

With legs that feel like burning rubber you hug around his horse, watching the way his muscles flex and fold with his snappy movements. His shirt, tousled and wrinkly, tossed in an unknown corner of your living room, only for him to guess where it is after he's gotten his fix of you.

Thick fingers probe at your sides, pulling your shirt downwards in a silent plea, take off your shirt, give him the satisfaction that he wants, indulge into this as much as he wants you to.

But today, you're not in the mood for this. So instead of pulling your shirt off, you unbuckle your pants, pulling them down at the most dreadful speed, making him bite his lip impatiently.

You won't miss this, the way he's expecting so many things of you.

And if he notices something's wrong, he doesn't say a word, presumably content with getting what he wants; the rear view of the gap between your legs, where he can bury himself and get lost for the next thirty minutes.

"Fuck baby," he moans. "Why do you smell so good?"

You grunt, averting your gaze from his as he pushes your bangs away from your face with the back of his hand. You want to miss his puppy eyes. Ghosting him won't be easier for you if you don't.

But damn if he couldn't read you this well, things would be easier.

"Not in the mood to talk?" You look even further away to avoid the question, "babe, you can tell me if you're not well, you'll feel better if you let it out"

You don't need someone to tell you how to feel. You've decided when the two of you are going to be through. It's set and done, even if he feels at the top of the world right now, you won't inflate his ego anymore.

"M fine Eijirou, put it in," You bite his lip, putting huge effort in making him forget about what he thinks it's bothering you. "Want you to put it in m'kay?"

Sultry, fake voice, he's heard it all before and he doesn't have the right to call you out for it. Whatever he does next, you're his for the moment and for the last time.

Repeating is your rightful way of convincing yourself of not giving up on your decision. If only he could have broken up before deciding to wet himself in you, if only you hadn't taken him so eagerly, if only you hadn't become just like him. Welcoming him despite availability status, afraid to lose him, saying that a little sex wouldn't hurt. If you could do this on repeat, then you could get rid of him quite as easily.

You're not better than him and he's taken your vulnerability to him for granted. He's loved the attention you've paid him from time to time, whenever he's given you so much as a mere call.

You should pretend to moan, to hurt his ego, but as he's delving into you, slowly, mellowy, his kisses feel like burning sunshine, August breeze against your skin, kissing your shoulders lightly. It hurts that this salvation is coming from his mouth, as it moves rhythmically against every inch of you.

"Fuck, fuck, ah, you feel so good, you know that?"

You don't answer, nor do you wrap your lips around him. You don't move them against his when he goes to kiss you, but you coo into his warm embrace once his hands come to cradle you in a tight embrace.

"I love you," He slips up and you contemplate on whether you have to start hating him from this very moment. "I just wanna be with you, I—" He grunts. “—this is why you don't believe him, but nonetheless you hold a moan in as well. "Fuck, I'll break up just for you.”

Now that's a new one. A new addition to the long list of red flags you have with his name on top. You can't fall for it. You absolutely can't. If you do, he'll treat you just like this, he'll fuck behind your back and kiss you goodnight before going off to sleep with someone else. Like he's slept with you, once, twice, thrice.

And you're going to hate being the one who's fooled, despite deserving it more than anyone else. And another girl, or guy, is going to be his subject of desire.

You shouldn't want him to be yours, but you're lewding your 'I love yous' out of your mouth like they're nothing, poisoning your heart until there's nothing left but dust and sucked up blood, all devoured by the greed he's made you feel.

"You love me too?"

"I do," You cry, rocked between him and the couch, neck hurting by the way he's digging his teeth in yours.

"I'll fucking leave everything for you babe,"

He shouldn't. He won't. You tell yourself he's only saying this because he wants to come, to make you feel dirty with his actions and fish out words that make him ecstatic or send him over the edge from your mouth.

Rhythms are peaking, his hips burning from his movements, foreheads are dripping in sweat, lips taste salty against each other. The perfect picture, the most tingling sensation, and you're too fucked to go back, or keep yourself content with him. It feels the same as the last time, a numbing knot in your stomach, commanding you to rip your heart out and throw it away, spooning mewls out of your mouth.

If you could, you'd mute him, not wanting to listen to how beautiful he sounds as he's coming down from his high. If you could, you'd look away, and wouldn't try to burn the image of his body as he's falling apart in your mind.

"That was—" The sigh that leaves his chest through his mouth is liberating, you can tell—"amazing. I still love you, so much babe."

His hand soothing the pain of his thrusts, does nothing to make you feel better. You want to shove it away, but you don't, unhappy with the way you're turning out to be.

"It's time for you to go, Eijirou, isn't it?" You remind him. A hand pushing him off of you and quickly smoothing your T-shirt over your legs to deprive him of the view that'd make him wear a smug of triumph.

"So quick to get me to go. Did you find someone else again sweetheart?"

You don't reply as you're putting on your underwear and pants, shoving his shirt into him with a heavy hand.

"You did, didn't you?"

"None of your business, go off to your practice, your girl, don't patronize me anymore."

He gruffs, beautiful features scowling in that stormy gaze that reeks of his authority, "Here I am pouring my heart on you and you found someone else"

"Eijirou, it's seven thirty, if I were you, I wouldn't be late for practice. You got a game the day after tomorrow."

No more dealing with his pouting, you're going to bawl your eyes out if you have to do it. The sooner he's out of your house, the sooner you'll get this over with; the tight lamp in your throat, the image of him smiling at you like this, him admitting feelings that he shouldn't have.

Hurting him isn't the role that suits you. Because you can't do it. You can't hurt that warm sunshine he has on his face. He has to be the one to hurt you like he's been the one to drive you away. It's too late for him to change or reverse your roles.

You don't want to fight and he knows it.

He knows you, so well, well enough to use you as he wishes to, letting you believe you're using him too. You're going to make him watch you slip away, and he won't do anything about this.

So he's eager to leave as you're pushing him out of the door, he doesn't cup your cheek with his hand, and doesn't kiss your forehead tenderly like he always does.

"You should come to this party Mina is throwing, let me meet your new guy."

Like hell you'd ever do this, he knows, but teasing won't hurt a bit. Eijirou can deal with you dating other men, he's claimed you well before, he'll do it again if he has to, especially now that he's decided to have you.

"Yeah yeah, and if I do, don't ever call me again, 'kay?"

You're too good to not do as he says, or not to fall back to him, and he's too good to not come back to you. To him, you're a match made in heaven, to you, you're a lost cause, burning in the fiery pits of hell as atonement for your sins.

He doesn't know that you'll fall apart before dressing up, how you'll tell yourself you're not doing this for him, but as a statement against him.

You're no better than him, in fact, you're worse.

…

The only problem is, that when Eijirou pulls up at Mina's party after practice, you're already there. Drink in your hand, flared jeans hugging your legs, layered tank tops that cover the bruising truth of this evening, laughing at whatever your friends are saying.

When he puts out his phone, calloused fingers furiously typing a text addressed to you, you're too far gone into another glass, dancing a little dance before grabbing everyone's cups to go for a refill, greeting them in that silent way of yours, drunken smile.

And then you'll pass him by and blink at him, you'll mutter a small greeting and he'll grab you by the hand and whisper in your ear just how hard he'll take you driving the night. You'll swoon, moan, forget about the drinks and follow him anywhere he leads you.

That's how everybody knows about the two of you.

This time, though, you don't cast a single eye on him. In fact, you're tainting him, walking past him while ignoring him, leaving him awestruck and hurt, like his confessions earlier in the day meant nothing to you.

It's a hit to his heart, how your jaw drops as you bump into Bakugo over the kitchen counter, eyes too wide at the sight of him. How your finger dances playfully on his chest and as you smile at him when he whispers something in your ear.

It's infuriating how you drop the cups near the sink and follow Bakugo outside, or how the blond waves at him with a pressed smile against his lips, signaling that he'll be busy for a while.

His insides churn, tummy aching in a feeling of guilt, one unlike anything he's felt before. Losing you doesn't taste in the way he thought he would, it's worse; sour and poisoning. It makes him flee the party, furious and bitter.

When he's back, his body is heavy, feet dragging him across his apartment, mind blank as he follows his basic routine before bed time, fixated on how easy it seemed for you to just ignore him and flee with one of his friends as soon as he came over to the party he invited you to, wondering how you could be so ruthless with him all of a sudden.

Sweet talking Kirishima with a smile of gold, the sweetheart of the professional Tennis scene and you're over him in the split of a second, pushing him away from you without an explanation or heart wrenching speech. Not giving him the satisfaction of some closure, just forcing the cold tempo of your sudden departure in the depths of his heart.

He pays no mind to the girl that sleeps beside him, back turned to him like she's oceans apart, despite the unspoken bound that's keeping them together. He'll leave her, make up for all the damage that he's done, in any way that he can manage to.

It all comes down to the fact that no one can love you like he does, no one can want you like he does. Someone can do it better, but you have to want him.

5.30am [Missed Call: Red]

5.31am [Missed Calls(2): Red]

[New Message: Red]

Fuck, with Bakugo out of everyone?

Delivered: 5.31am

[New Message: Red]

Did you have sex with him?

Babe answer me.

Delivered: 5.32am

[New Message: Red]

I'm breaking up with her tomorrow morning.

And I'll come over.

Babe.

Babe please.

Delivered: 5.33am

[New Message: Red]

I'll take you on a date and we can talk about us okay babe?

Let me know when you wake up.

I love you.

So much.

Delivered: 5.38am

Read: 10.23pm

[You]

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Sorry 'Red' even if you sound like a total douche, cheeks forgot her phone at my place.

I bet on her answering your late night drama when she takes her phone back.

[Red is typing...]

Super thanks to @celestidarling for proofreading this and giving me the biggest pump of confidence to post

↪Up Next: Dragon King Bakugo

#eijirou kirishima #kirishima x reader #eijirou x reader #eijirou kirishima x reader #kirishima x you #bnha #kirishima x y/n #bakugou x reader #Kirishima #mha fanfiction #mha #bnha fanfiction #kirishima fanfic #tw: cheating #kirishima smut #bnha smut #mha smut

[highdramas]

it’s rotten work | b.b.

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝'𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 | 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

warnings: language, possible tfatws spoilers, general talk about illness/stomach flu

word count: 1.7k!

summary: you have the stomach flu. bucky takes care of you. somewhere in there, love is confessed.

note: here’s another installment in the twalb story <3 again, you don’t have to read these in order, they stand independently, but they do all work together! PLEASE leave feedback/reblog! this is extremely helpful for me writing future parts to know what everyone likes or doesn’t like! just a heads up i wrote this SUPER quick and it is not proofread but the thought of bucky taking care of me when i’m sick....... ya i just had to write it

enjoy! <3

“doll?”

you’re not sure when you padded out to the living room. you’re not even sure how you managed to get the bowl to set next to you, in case your stomach turned again. and you’re really not sure how you even thought to put a few cubes of ice in the mug full of water that sits on the coffee table.

all you had known was your stomach was a pit of fire and your head was pounding and you are an absolute baby when it comes to feeling ill. and bucky is finally beginning to sleep through the night in the bed that you two share. he doesn’t need to be woken by your moaning and groaning.

apparently, you had drifted off into sleep at some point. and apparently, bucky had noticed. you shouldn’t say apparently as if it’s so shocking. bucky pays attention to just about everything when it comes to you. you’re sure that the second he reached his arm out and felt nothing but the sheets, he sprung from the mattress.

you’ve been drifting in and out of consciousness for you don’t know how long. it was nearly two in the morning when you wandered out of the bedroom, and as you scramble to grab your phone, it reads 3:07am back at you.

“doll, what’s goin’ on?” bucky sits on the edge of the couch and his hand goes to your bare thigh, rubbing your skin, and you note that he is shirtless.

“don’t feel good,” you mumble and cover your eyes with your forearm. “didn’t want to wake you up.” you pause and look at him. “you look so good. ‘s not fair.”

bucky scoffs and he pushes your arm away, placing his hand on your forehead. “jesus, you’re fucking burning.” you faintly feel his hand moving down the side of your face. “you should’ve gotten me.”

“didn’t want to wake you up,” you repeat and you finally open your eyes. he’s looking down at you with an incredulous smile, that somehow manages to mix irritation and adoration. “or get you sick.”

“i don’t care about that.” you’re sure with the serum he couldn’t even catch a cold. “one second.”

you begin to push yourself up, protests on your lips, but bucky shakes his head and gently pushes you back into the couch. “stop. let me take care of you.”

oh.

there’s something simple inim the words that stirs your stomach.

and you promptly grab the bowl and throw up into it.

bucky’s not gone long once he hears you. he has a hair tie on his wrist and various other items which he sets on the coffee table before he scrambles to pull your hair back. you’re hunched over with the bowl in your lap and a pout on your lips. you look at him and say, “i’m sorry, this is so not sexy.”

you throw up into the bowl once more.

despite tying your hair back, bucky keeps one hand tangled in it, the other rubbing circles on your back. “i always think you’re sexy.” cue a gag. “even now.”

you pull back and look at him with furrowed brows. “shut up.”

bucky grins and he wipes your mouth with a damp towel. you slacken slightly as he holds you, as he takes care of you. your mind is nothing but a fog, but at the center of it is bucky. bucky’s touch, bucky’s hold, bucky’s soft voice in your ear. “i think i fell in love with you the first time i saw you,” you begin to babble, your head falling to the side. whether it’s the fever or the exhaustion or a mix of both, you’ll never know. “when you asked to help build kitty’s tower.” you point to where it now lives in the corner of his apartment. “look at your handiwork. you did such a great job. how could i not fall in love with you?”

bucky stills. the two of you have passed many firsts. hell, you two live together for christ’s sake. however, there is one thing that has never passed either of your lips.

i love you.

you continue. “it’s so easy, too,” you say, your head lolling to the side. “to love you. you’re so hard on yourself, buck. but it’s easy as-- it’s easy as breathing.” you smile and it quickly dissipates as you feel your stomach twist again. “god, i’m so sorry you’re doing this.”

“don’t be,” he says, and his voice is husky.

you love him.

he should’ve guessed, right? because he is in perfect agreement with you. he has loved you since he has known you.

slowly, you lean your head on his shoulder and he holds you, setting the bowl down onto the ground beside you. “i feel like you’re not going to believe me,” you mumble. “how much i love you. you never believe me.”

“doll…”

“it’s true!” you pull back, and your eyes are glassy. you fall back onto the couch and you once again place your arm on your forehead. “i wish you could understand.”

“understand what?”

blue eyes lock onto yours. “how deserving you are of good things in the world.” you stretch your legs out across his lap.

you don’t give him much chance to respond before you’re pressing your hand to your forehead and groaning. bucky opens and closes his mouth, trying to find the words, before he shakes his head. not the time. “here,” he grabs the bottle of ibuprofen he’d found in the cabinet and the mug full of water you’d fetched for yourself when you initially stumbled out into the living room. “let me help you. can you sit up?”

nodding, you push yourself up again. he taps your chin lightly, and you open your mouth. he places two pills onto your tongue and he holds the back of your head, handing you the water. a shaky hand takes it and you tip your head back, downing nearly the entire glass. “thank you,” you look at him. “you don’t have to do this. i would’ve been fine.”

“didn’t you just say something about being deserving of good things?” bucky studies you. “that applies to you, too.”

“i didn’t realize puking all over my boyfriend was a good thing.”

he rolls his eyes and you laugh. even when you feel like shit, you’re laughing, bucky notes. it’ll never be lost on him how lucky he is to get a front row seat to that laugh every single day. the two of you sit in quiet for a long time. he gets another damp rag and puts it on your forehead. he sits on the opposite side of the couch and he runs his fingers up and down your legs, making smoothing circles.

when you open your eyes again, sunlight is beginning to stream in through the windows.

bucky is still sitting in the same position, but now, he’s watching the tv, and he seems to have found a t shirt. no sound omits from the tv, but you watch as his eyes take in the subtitles at the bottom of the screen. as you begin to stir, his head snaps to look at you. “hey.”

you rub your eyes, and you’re already feeling a hell of a lot better than you did last night. “what time is it?”

“almost noon.”

bucky has clearly done some cleaning. the bowl from last night is gone and replaced with a new one, clean and empty beside you. there’s a new glass of water on a coaster next to you, as well as more medicine and some saltine crackers. you rub at your neck, trying to recall the events of last night. the things you said.

how could i not fall in love with you?

your heart plummets. you fix your eyes on him and he sits up a little bit straighter. “are you feeling alright?”

“oh my god,” you breathe, and you cover your face with your hands. “i’m so sorry.”

bucky pulls your hands away, scooting closer to you. “doll, no. don’t be sorry--”

“no, i am!” you press your hand to your cheek. “i throw up all over you, probably sweated all over you-- like, ew! and then, i incoherently mumble about how much i love you?! buck, that’s not the way that i wanted to tell you. not at all.” frustrated tears begin to rear their ugly head. “i’m sorry,” your apology is not more than a whisper.

bucky doesn’t seem to mind any of that, though. “you remember?”

“of course i remember!” you fall back and bucky takes your hand.

“doll…” bucky looks at you. “doll, c’mere.”

stubborn as ever, you stay where you’re at, embarrassment written all over your face. his hands pull you up and finally, you look at his eyes. “i’ve loved you since that night, too.” his words are soft, almost nervous, though you could never understand why. “i thought that maybe you were just… you know, when you’re feverish, you can say crazy things. i didn’t want to--”

you can’t help it, a laugh breaks free from your lips. “that is so like you,” your words are laced with fondness. “i confess my love to you, and you think it’s the fever talking.”

his cheeks go pink. you lick your lips and you hold his face in your hands. “i meant it.” you nod your head, biting down on your lip. “i meant all of it.”

it’s as if you can see the physical weight that lifts from bucky’s shoulders. he breathes a bit lighter, his smile is a bit easier. “i love you,” you insist. “forever, buck.”

bucky’s hand goes back to that spot on the back of your neck, pushing past the tangled knot that your hair has turned into. “i love you,” he says, and he leans in.

his lips barely brush yours before you scoot back, shaking your head. “no, no.” you laugh and move to stand up. “you had to see me throw up everywhere, i’m not going to make you kiss me with vomit breath.”

bucky grabs your hand, holds your face in those tender hands of his, and he presses his lips against yours. the kiss is slow, and it is sweet. when he pulls back, he looks at you with a raised eyebrow. “i’ve seen a lot of bad shit, sweetheart,” he pecks your lips again. “i’m not scared of a little puke.”

you fall in love with him over and over and over again.

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