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[cevansbrat0007]

Sweet Tooth Deluxe

Summary: Ari teaches you a much needed lesson about ignoring him. Takes place directly after the events in Sweet Tooth.

Warnings: Smut, Mature Themes, Ari Being A Menace, Pussy Spanking, Minors DNI

A/N: Written for @daykrisr999 and @curls-and-eyeliner. Part of my Sweet Renegades Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!

Jesus, God you’d been at this for hours.

“Omigodfuck!” You sob, shoving your face into your lavender comforter. When Ari had promised to make your “pussy cry”, you hadn’t imagined he meant it like this. “Goddamn, Daddy. Please!” 

Well, fuck. While you’d also never called a man Daddy before, that name had already slipped from your lips several times tonight.

“That’s right, sweet Bird.” Ari snarls as he fucks you, his hips snapping wildly second after second. “You do need a Sir. You do need a Daddy. It’s about time you fuckin’ realize.”

“Uh huh!” 

“I should spank this juicy ass every day.” His hand comes down hard, making you cry out. It wasn’t the first time either. You were gonna be so sore come tomorrow morning.  

“Yes! Omigod, you should!” You bite the comforter, loving the way your man is so easily mastering your body. You’d earned this. You’d deserved this. 

Yes, Sir. Yes, Daddy. More, please.

You feel a large hand gently grasp your throat, forcing you to pull away from the blankets. “Wake the fuck up, sweet Bird. Watch how good I’m fuckin’ you. Tell me how good it feels.” A soft whine escapes when he licks the side of your face. 

He was marking you in this moment. Reminding you that you belonged to him. 

“I’m sorry!” You wail, loving the sound of wet flesh slapping against your own. You were so turned on, your body so needy. Shit, you could hardly stand it.

“We ain’t done, greedy girl.” Ari repositions you then, fisting a hand in your hair so that you can finally get a good look at yourself in your brand new floor length mirror. The same one he’d purchased for you for moments like these.

You look so well fucked that you hardly recognize yourself. Ari flashes a feral grin at the sight of your reflection, loving the way you moan for him when he adjusts the angle of his hips.

How dare you withhold your affection? Your attention? All because he’d accidentally eaten the wrong pie? Well, he’d show you.

“”Today.” He grunts, nibbling at your neck as he reaches around to lightly strum your clit. “You’re gonna learn how to talk to your man when he makes a mistake.” His palm slaps your wet cunt for good measure, the sound echoing throughout the room.

“Please!” 

"Say the words, brat! Before I bruise that ass!"

He bears down, increasing the already brutal pace. Fucking you harder. Oh God, this man was gonna be the death of you.

"Ohshit! Ungh!" You bite your lip hard enough to draw blood. "Daddy please fuck me!"

Ari adjusts his rhythm, purposely slowing himself down. He had a lesson to teach, after all. And if he was meant to learn a lesson, then so were you. 

One shattering orgasm at a time.

END

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[tojigasm]

Sheep and Wolf

Authors note: omgg, it's been almost an entire year since I've posted a Toji fic, but here he is!! Back in the flesh, he returneth! I hope you all enjoy it!! <33

Warnings: 18+ nsfw, smut, fluff, creampie, kissing, pet names, angst, Christopher Nolan, blood, guns, mentions of bandaging a wound, Toji being old

Toji, who calls you while you're at school, chuckling into the phone when you complain about your professors and the schoolwork you've got to finish by the end of the week.

"I'm still havin' you watch that Christopher Nolan film tonight," he teases, and you can hear his smirk on the end of the line.

"Noooo," you whine, "you're gonna torture me with your film bro shit on top of my homework?" You sigh, and you can hear him laugh, "doesn't mean the film is gonna be any better just because I'm being forced to watch it."

"Yeah, yeah, kid," tojis voice deepens some, and you find yourself smiling at the rasp of it, "now go learn something."

He can hear you giggle on the other end before the line clicks off, and he turns back to looking over folders for his next mission.

—

Toji, who rolls his eyes when you get amped up at night time. Too excited and too happy to fall asleep.

You're wiggling around under the covers until a firm hand grounds your thigh to the mattress.

"M'kay, I think that's enough." Toji warns gently, scrolling through his phone with his other hand. "It's bedtime."

Your idea of "bed time" lasts momentarily before you're shuffling yourself under the covers and wiggling about as you giggle.

You've come to learn that Toji is a very patient boyfriend, but his limits still exist in full, and they become very apparent when interfering with his usual bedtime schedule.

"Y/n," he puts his phone down to watch your hump of sheets and pillows stop at his voice, "what did i just say."

You sheepishly crawl back up to the top of the bed and go to sleep.

—

Toji, who comes back home, stumbling up the wooden stairs, scraped, torn, and bloodied.

The sound of stairs weaning under his unsteady steps pulls you from your sleep to find him slumped against the railing of the wall, pressing his hand to his side.

"Oh my god, toji!" You make your way to him, kneeling on the step above him to look him over. "What did you do, oh my god," You pull his arm over your shoulder to help him stand, and he hisses through his teeth.

"I didn't do shit, not my fault i didn't know the asshole had a fuckin' gun."

Once to the master bathroom, you sit him on the edge of the tub, peeling his shirt up to assess the bloody wound.

"Is it..?"

Toji shakes his head tiredly, waving you off to grab the rubbing alcohol from beside you.

"Nah, I fished the bullet out on the way here." He pulls the collar of his shirt into his mouth in preparation.

You scoot yourself back some to watch him pour the isopropyl over his bloody skin. This was his field anyways, you'd decided.

"Fuck!" Toji groans, throwing his head back.

Working quickly, you move back to help clean the wound with water from the tub before wrapping his stomach with guaze.

He passes out on the edge of the tub, and you stay with him until morning. It'd become a semi-regular routine in his area of work, though the first couple of times you'd been so terrified and he'd felt so bad that the next day after the event you'd have a newly wrapped present on the kitchen counter.

The presents now are that he even makes it back at all.

—

Toji, who fills you so well, you sob.

His cock stretches you open and runs along your gummy walls, thick and girth length sends a pulse of pleasure through your cunt.

"So fuckin' tight. Shit m'gettin' close." Toji groans, kissing up the side of your neck.

"Wanna have your baby," you sob, pulling at his thick raven hair.

Toji chuckles at that, pulling back some to gently cup your cheeks in his hands.

"No, y'dont." He kisses the soft of both cheeks and then your nose and then your lips. "Don't wanna be stuck with his old man forever, do you?"

You giggle through heavy tears, and he holds you tighter to him. A large hand strokes over your head as he pumps into you.

"You're doin' so good." He kisses you, pulling back to rest his forehead to your own, "you're such a good girl."

His thumb strokes your clit and the other presses your knee to the bed, holding you open.

"Sweet angel."

And when his heat fills you, you bite into his shoulder and cum. Gummy walls squeezing around his girth and pulling him in.

—

Toji, who lies with you on your balcony, whispering how much he loves you under the stars after a long week.

"No, that one is big dipper." You laugh, falling back to his chest.

"Sorry I'm not a fuckin' nerd and spend my free time drawin' magical pictures in the fuckin stars." Toji sighs.

"Hey!" You hit his chest, "they're not magical. They're literally right there." You look back up at the sky again.

"Mhm, sure."

The cool breeze of the night blankets the two of you from your shared apartment balcony. It sings and howls through the trees.

Toji's hoodie is soft and envelopes you in its warmth against him. The material thin enough for you to hear his heartbeat through his own shirt.

There's a gentle beat of silence where Toji strokes his knuckles over your cheek back and forth.

"Know I love you, right, kid?" He asks.

You nod against his chest, and you can feel him nod back.

"You're a good girl."

—

Toji, who's age, catches up to him in cruel and unkind ways.

It starts small, him squinting to read the menu print when the two of you go out. At first, you had teased him about it, and he had pushed you with a heavy eye roll.

Then it turned to squinting while watching TV and reading books and driving, so he got readers and contacts.

Sometimes, his age is ridden in late night returns to home. He hardly makes it up the stairs, and there's evidence of his hardship written into grooves in the railings and the light stripes of wood that've been bleached time and time again from his blood.

At others, it's in far more relaxed ways.

When his hair turns a salt and pepper mix that he's no longer able to trim away to ensure his youth. Rather, the white and greys start at the roots now, speckling throughout his thick raven tufts.

And sometimes, it's in the way he rolls the two of you over. Forcing you on top of him as he fills you to the brim. He holds you by the hips, helping to guide you along the length of him at your own pace.

—

Toji, who calls you, choked up on the other line, and you know he won't be coming home.

"I want you to–"

"Toji, please tell me what's going on," you sob, the sound of rain and his shaky pants fill the line.

"Goddamnit, y/n! Listen to me!" He scolds you, and you hang on the tip of every word. Relishing in the realization that it might be the last time you speak to him. The last time he speaks to you. The last time he'd ever have to calm you down, get frustrated with you.

"Toji," you weep, sobbing into the sleeve of his hoodie.

"Honey, I need you to listen to me." He groans on the other end. "You remember the key to the safe?"

You nod, sniffling into your arm, stifling a wale.

"Y/n?"

"Yes!" You cry.

"Good girl, good."

And it almost feels as though he's there with you. Holding you to him and whispering sweet nothings into your hair as you cry in his arms.

Almost as if you'd wake up, and everything would go back to the way it was that morning.

"I want you to take everything and call Nanami." He waits a beat, "you hear me, sweetheart?"

"Yes, yes," you cry through a shaken nod, "I'll call Nanami. I promise."

"He'll help you." He hisses, "you're gonna be okay, baby." He tries to soothe you.

"When will I see you? Are you coming with me?" You ask pitifully. As though you don't know. As though he won't lie to protect you. As though asking the question might tear the fabric of your reality and pull you back to last night when he pulled you into his arms to sleep.

There's a soft moment before he stumbles over his words, "i– you don't need to worry about me, kid." He sighs.

He lets you cry for a moment, soothing you from his end.

"M'sorry I couldn't give you that kid you wanted or half the things you deserve. You're a good girl, far too good fr'me."

"Toji, please," you sob.

"Be good fr'me, okay?"

Your hand strokes over your cheek, mimicking his late touch.

"I will. I love you."

"I love you too, kid."

The line clicks.

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[jams-sims]

Big Post about the last bit of story. I love the energy we have created in the club tonight. I find it weird- and this could be 100% wrong, because I'm assuming they're making more cards and more characters. But is uh Minhyeok Lucifer? Or better yet the son of God? I believe the main story God is dead or "Gone" an the Angels blame the demons etc. Hence why the war is happening plus Solomon deal.

I saw another theory saying that Kim could be God as a human. Which I don't disagree with but also I feel like they would have made a bigger deal about it.

The Angels are very sus during the Halloween event. An I know it could very much be a "all the angels left because this is a special event and the story has to move along some how." double with the "Everyone loses their memories at the end But not the demon so we can keep the event in both a limbo of canon and non canon"

None of the demons act weird about Kim but all the angels do. I mean Raphael tries to lick Kim but is stopped and he leaves laughing.

Then we have the scythe nonsense.

I feel like if it was purely because the two Gods will/miracles canceled each other out. The angels especially Gabriel would be a little more annoyed. It's like they all saw something and collective said. "Oh that's interesting and left." like I'm still on chapter one so I don't have main story shit to compare with it just left me tilting my head like- that's weird that's suspicious.

Now I get to talk about my favorite part. Both MC and Kim call each other My (possesive) blank My MC, My Kim etc.

I think this has to be the first time the MC has openly admitted to liking the marriage pack them and Kim have. That it brings them comfort. Sitri of course fucking hate it and all the demons hate (hate is a strong word they dislike him because he is so close to the MC) Kim. Plus I also love how the MC is allowed to open just cry when reunited with Kim. To many times have I seen a reunion be look fuckin warm.

There was a lot of shit if was purely for MC and Kim's relationships. It's adding that I still care about the Earth mentality that other games like this are missing.

I love just how much character they are giving the MC. I know a lot of games are scared to do that because they are meant to be blank for the player playing to project onto. But it helps to make it more believable when the character has some basic character that helps you ease into that.

But also- it's some good demon character development as well. Mammon was out here fucking beating the shit out of Kim. Just some left-right good night shit! He was really telling him he was stuck in the friend zone. The fuckin family zone! It killed me having to read it lol

#whb #what in hell is bad

[miraclesabound]

All of This is Temporary

Summary: What should have been Mikey and Reader's special night goes sideways, and unfortunately, it never gets fixed.

Pairing: Mikey Berzatto x F!Reader, pre-relationship

Notes: This idea of Mikey and his friend getting thrown out of some VIP event came to me in a dream (and the music cue as well). A surprise cameo from one of my other favorite characters from a different show, because he showed up in the dream too. Also on AO3.

Warnings: Spoilers for The Bear, canon-typical language, classism, unrequited (?) love, addiction themes, tragic ending (mention of Mikey's suicide)

Tags: @pettyprocrastination, @cinewhore, @phoenixhalliwell, @nolita-fairytale

NOVEMBER 2021

The movie that Mikey won tickets for is at Doc Films , and given the place's history, you and Mikey are almost more dressed for an opera than a movie. He's done out in an old but clean tux, bow tie and cummerbund included - and you bought yourself a silver dress with matching clutch. You may not be a couple, but you take internal satisfaction in knowing how good you two look together right now.

The main thing that's important to you is that, at least from what you can tell, Mikey is fully sober this evening. You know you're not his keeper, but you feel some pride on his behalf - whatever he's strugging with, he's made the effort for you tonight, and that warms your heart.

However, that warmth sours in your stomach when you actually get to the theater. When you and Mikey walk in, it's clear that this is a much smaller event than you thought - and that you and Mikey are WILDLY overdressed. Of the maybe twenty total people there, the only other person dressed formally is a gruff-looking man whose hair is almost as dark as Mikey's is. In his case, he's wearing a strikingly modern all-black suit.

Mikey smiles when he sees the other man and gives him a hearty handshake. "Roy fuckin' Kent! What brings ya this way?"

Roy shrugs, but he accepts Mikey's handshake just the same. "Mikey Berzatto, ya old dog - just takin' some travel time - Coach Lasso fuckin' insisted... And who's this, then?"

Mikey introduces you, explaining that Roy had visited The Beef by accident a few years back during an exhibition tour in the States. "You better come in for a couple sandwiches tomorrow for lunch, ya hear me?" he tells Roy. "Won't take no for an answer!"

"Wouldn't miss it," Roy says. You and Mikey take your seats on Roy's other side.

A woman a few seats away chimes in with: "Oh, you two look so nice - is that your tux?" You don't care for the look of her - she comes across like someone trying to draw Mikey's sister Natalie from a mirror image only.

You want to believe that she's just being nice, but something about her tone is venomous, and Mikey must feel the same way. His response is icy. " 'Course it's mine, why wouldn't it be?"

"You're Michael Berzatto, right?"

"Yeah?"

"My cousins love your shop - I guess I'm just wondering why a sandwich shop owner would need to buy a tux instead of renting one; that's all."

If you didn't know better, you'd think she was trying to call you and Mikey tacky. Apparently Roy feels the same way, because he leans over towards her and says, "Oi, Pam, knock it off, yeah? Movie's startin'."

"Pam..." you think to yourself. "Why does that name sound familiar?" The lights turn off, and you smile to yourself when you hear a familiar musical sting playing for the movie intro.

"Don't call me by my name...all of this is temporary..."

You know this song very well, and you can't help but hum along. To your pleasant surprise, you swear that Roy is humming too. Who knew such a brash guy liked Halsey? Neither of you notice Mikey staring at you like you hung the moon and stars.

Suddenly the lights come up, and that woman who looks like Natalie's evil twin is standing in front of you, a sickening smile on her face. "Miss, you're going to have to leave," she tells you. "This is an exclusive event, and you're causing a disturbance."

Roy, God bless the man, speaks up for you - and thank goodness, because you feel like you're going to vaporize from embarrassment. "Pam, it's nothin', I was humming too."

"You're a VIP, Roy, and she isn't. It's my movie, and if I want her and her ridiculous disco ball of a dress out of here, that's my prerogative." Shit, you realize. This is Pam Stratford, the writer that Mikey enjoys so much. No wonder he was excited to get these tickets...

Mikey pulls you into his side - almost as if he expects Pam to take a swing at you. "Listen, I've always liked your work, but you don't get to talk to my g- - my friend like that - we got our tickets fair and square."

You can see that flash in Mikey's eyes that means either a bender or a fight is coming, and you don't want to see him arrested. Pam seems like the type to call the police in faster than they're needed. Pushing lightly against his chest, you say "Bear, it's ok, I'll just go..."

"Then I'm leavin' too," he says. "Roy, I'll catch ya tomorrow - Pam? You can go fuck yourself for bein' a snobby bitch." The silence is deafening as you two leave the theater, but the outraged look on Pam's face is almost worth it.

You shudder as you step out into the night air, even with Mikey holding you and blasting like a furnace. "It's cold - take me home?"

"Yeah, let's get you back before you freeze."

--

The train ride back to your neighborhood is quiet, and it's not until the two of you are walking up to your stoop that Mikey says, "Pam was wrong - you look gorgeous in that dress, and that's God's honest truth."

You smile at him. "You clean up pretty well yourself."

"Do we...wanna try this again some other time?" he asks, holding your purse for you as you dig out your keys. "Maybe not a movie, but some other excuse to dress up?"

"I'd like that, Bear," you agree. "Let's aim for after Christmas - I know how nutty things get for you during December."

"Then it's a date?" Mikey asks. He doesn't mean to put you on the spot, but if you don't feel the same way he does, he'd rather know now.

Your smile grows even wider. "It's a date - we'll nail down details after New Years." With a sudden burst of bravery, you hug him tight and kiss his cheek. "G'night, my bear."

--

Unfortunately, the holidays madness makes Mikey spiral in a bad way, and he never texts you back about the date. In fact, you don't realize as you turn to open your door that this will be the last time you see him alive.

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[pjisskullourful]

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🌼Damiano × reader

part14 of ?? [parts 1-13]

NSFW  🔥  nasty adults doing the nasty corrupt filthy shit

° Damiano David & female reader insert

wordcount:::      7,309

° anon request×3:  i was wondering if you could do a corruption kink fic with damiano and a female reader. + request: Could you please do another part of stained sheets with the prompt being Damiano’s red lipstick like in recent stories and some vigorous pussy eating because he wants to paint her with lipstick on every inch of her skin? + the many anon requests for more jealousy in this series [ask & it shall be given- requests are open] [but commissions are priority! there are currently 4 commissions in cue!]

"I just have no idea how you can watch it and not want to know what it's leading to. There's all these little hints that you aren't picking up on…"

You flung your hand up into the air in front of your boyfriend's face. "Swear to God, Damiano if you try to tell me one more fuckin' spoiler."

He grinned. "That sounds like a threat. What're you gonna do, what are you gonna do?" He was bouncing up onto the balls of his feet, all of his attention on you as he delighted in this teasing.

It was like the rest of the party had faded away and it was just the two of you joking around, playing as you would in your home. "I'm gonna write my letter of resignation from Kinky Kittens LLC."

He gasped, putting a hand to his heart. "My secretary, the best secretary I've ever known and I'm gonna lose you over spoilers from a TV show that ended more than ten years ago?"

"I don't care how long ago it ended, you asked me to watch it with you, you said it'd be a cute, fun thing for us to do together, you love when we share stuff like shows and movies, and I do too. And this is how I watch shows, baby- spoiler-free. Why can't you let me watch it my way, I'm happy this way."

It was tempting to suggest to him that you blow off the rest of this event and go back to the hotel room, where you had been continuously getting drawn into stretches of watching one episode of Lost after another. You had been stopped short of reaching the finale of season four, needing to get ready for Måneskin's appearance at another Gucci publicity event.

"Do you think that I'm not literally dying to find out what happened to Claire?"

"Oh, I know you are. You blew my hearing out when Sawyer found the baby in the jungle, but then it wasn't enough to yell, you had to throw three pillows at the TV when they didn't find her by the end of that episode."

You rolled your eyes at him, adopting a sarcastic tone. "And you're never dramatic."

"I can tell you what happens." He said. "I can even tell you how you're gonna feel."

"No. 'Cause I'm gonna feel that at an even higher degree when I'm surprised by seeing it myself." You said. "I'm serious, I'm gonna go to HR and get the resignation paperwork drawn up, I'm doing it, Damiano…" You started to back away from him. "I'm doing it right now."

Before you could get too far, someone was brushing against you and your momentum was broken. You turned to where a tall, blonde woman smiled awkwardly at you, before instantly offering a wider smile to Damiano. She stepped towards him, her hand extended.

"Hi, I have been literally dying to meet you." She said - this wasn't the first time you had heard someone say something to this effect to him tonight.

Although he returned her smile, his eyes moved behind her, not wanting to lose you in this crowd of strangers. You moved to the side, her face seemed familiar, but not in a way that made you think of any names. You sipped your champagne, listening to him trading pleasantries with this woman. You guessed she was a model, as most of the people at this party were. Your eyes moved over the crowd, wondering where your friends were (Thomas was wearing a giant hat - surely, he should be easy to find), as you awaited your cue.

"Can I get a photo?" She asked.

You turned back around, smiling in a way that was similar to how you would greet clients at work. He held a hand out toward you because she didn't have an assistant or anyone with her. "Would you like for my- my girlfriend is a fantastic photographer."

You kept the eyeroll to yourself as she looked at you, a beaming smile that could probably sell a lot of products to Instagram followers. "That would be amazing."

She handed her phone to you and you held it up, as steady as possible. As you had many times tonight, you took a handful of photos, watching the immaculately-presented woman move in a little closer to him each time. 

"Thank you." She said, but she didn't check these over, because she didn't have any concerns of the capturing of a bad angle. "I have to say, I cannot believe that you are really out here, wearing a Vivienne Westwood necklace at a Gucci party." His hand went to the gold charm hanging at the open-collar of his shirt and she laughed. "That's gotta be against the rules, right?"

"Oh, but what do I care about rules, I'm a punk." He said. "Besides, how do you know that it's Westwood? Have you considered that this could be a brand new Gucci design and potentially you've not seen it yet?"

"Don't even try that. I am obsessed with Westwood, I know that crest as well as I know the back of my hand, okay? I have that crest tattooed right here…" The model's hands went to the bottom of her latex bandeau-style top and she peeled it up an inch or so, exposing more of her under-bust area.

You saw your boyfriend's eyes quickly dart away and he was reaching a hand out for you, which you grabbed with your own. 

"Well don't tell anyone, but it's not just that I'm not wearing a Gucci necklace…" He said and you were relieved when she rolled her top back down. "I'm also not wearing Gucci cologne, she's definitely not wearing Gucci perfume either."

"Guilty." You said with a shrug.

"Wow, you know I was gonna talk to security about getting you escorted out of the party, but after that, maybe you need to be deported." She said before laughing. "It was so nice meeting you."

"Oh my God, it was amazing to meet you." He said.

You waited until the model was gone, you and your boyfriend turning back to face each other. "And who was that amazing person you just met?"

A thoughtful look came onto his face and he sucked at the inside of his cheek. "Um, she's that chick from- well, wasn't she on an episode of Drag Race, she was one of those really bland guest judges, right? Like, she said yas once and you could tell someone had told her to say it for the show 'cause she'd never said it before in her life."

"Congratulations, you have narrowed that down by… abso-fuckin-loutely nothing." You said.

"You're real damn cheeky and feisty tonight, aren't you?" He asked, fishing his phone out of his pocket. "Maybe next time I wanna punish you, I'll threaten you with spoilers. Ooh, you just get so mad." He was smirking at you before his eyes dropped to his phone. "A-ha and she's tagged me, so that's who she is…" He beckoned you closer, both of you looking at the Instagram profile of the woman. "Right, you know who she is, don't you?"

You couldn't recognise her name. "No, why would I… I don't think I've seen that woman on Drag Race in my life."

"Are you sure?"

"Oh, most assuredly not, I am not sure."

"Wait a second, she was at that thing? Did I meet her that night?" He asked.

"I wouldn't know, babe. I was at home that time."  

There had been a lot of parties and events that you had missed out on, experiencing it only through the photos sent to you by your friends. Now that you were physically here, you didn't feel like you were actually experiencing this. There was a sense of being out of step with everyone else - a viewer, not a participant. 

It was more than just the language barrier that was keeping you from feeling like this was your world. 

You wondered if this was how he had felt when attending your office party.

As you shifted your aching feet in your high heels, you thought about your friends. You looked for them in the crowd again, thinking about inside jokes.

Your boyfriend was right next to you, but he was distracted. He had to try to keep up in situations like this. Everyone and everything wanted you to be overlooked by him, for him to become absorbed in selfish endeavours that would grant him some more of that invisible Hollywood currency. People wanted to be seen connecting with him to further their career or his - this left you as just the no-name girlfriend, wanting to stand next to him to hold his hand and make him smile.

"Assholes!" He snapped and you whipped around to see the cause of his dissatisfaction. "They went to that food truck without us."

He showed you the screen of his phone, allowing you to see a photo of Thomas posing beside a food truck. He was wearing the same big hat and outfit he had been the last time you saw him at this party.

The truck that offered Korean barbecue had gotten the men’s attention on the drive to the party’s venue. You had never had food in that style before and so joined in on the agreement to get back to the stall once the publicity event was done.

But they had snuck away early and you were envious. You wished you were with them - thinking of food and consuming new flavours without a care of messing up your makeup.

“This is from an hour ago, so they’re probably back at the hotel. I doubt they picked anything up for us.” Damiano said, sounding annoyed.

“Well how would they know what we wanted?”

He sighed, returning his phone to the pocket of his pale pink suit. “I just wish they’d told us when they were leaving, ‘cause we could’ve gone with them. Are your shoes still hurting?”

You had complained of this once, after he had spotted what you tried to make a subtle wince. You didn’t want to spoil the night with an endless monologue of an issue he had no way of fixing, so you had kept it to yourself as much as possible. But he had remembered it, taking it on as his problem as well.

“I mean…”

“Don’t minimise it.” He said, practically reading your mind. “I couldn’t care less about staying, and if your feet hurt, then making you stay in those shoes would be quite inhumane. I would never do anything that cruel to you.”

You nodded. “My shoes are really, really painful, Damiano.”

“Shit, we gotta go right now. Screw Gucci, my babygirl is in pain.” He said, looking around the venue. He held your hand and took one step, before pausing, uncertain in his sense of direction. “Did we… we came in over there, right?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

He managed to take another step, but before the two of you could make any real progress, a stranger was stopping you, addressing him by his full name. They politely requested a photo on behalf of someone else, it was a name that held no significance to you, but he responded with enthusiasm.

He looked at you, showing an apologetic smile. “Five minutes, I promise.”

— — —

“Are you gonna start talking again now?” Damiano asked.

You placed your shoe on the ground amongst the rest of the rubble that had collected as the two of you got ready for the event. He was sitting separate from you, at the round dining table, taking off the various rings and jewellery his body had been adorned with.

“Huh?”

“You’ve been so quiet, ever since we left the party. I figured it was because your feet were hurting so bad…” He said.

“Oh, yeah.”

He stood up, beginning across the hotel room, to where you were. “I’m sorry that your shoes started to hurt you, but beauty is pain and all that. It comes with the territory of being the sexiest woman at the party, I guess.”

You felt a blush coming into your cheeks. “Dami…”

He knelt down next to you on the sofa. “What? It’s the truth.”

“Do you think there’s a potential bias in your judgement?” You asked as you finished removing the seemingly endless amount of pins from your hair. You placed the last bobby pin aside and turned to face where he was hovering over you.

He was grinning. “No.”

“Really? ‘Cause I wasn’t even in the sexiest outfit there.” You said of the pale pink dress you had been wearing all night. The satin skirt ended mid-shin, making it more modest than what you would choose for yourself. But how much it hid hadn’t come into your consideration when looking through the selection sent to you. The second that you had spotted it, you recognised how perfectly it matched the suit he was set to wear and that had made the decision for you. You hadn’t given any further thought to the more revealing outfits that the Gucci people had sent because all you cared about was looking perfect next to Damiano.

You had been struck by a new descriptor for your dress during the quiet ride back to the hotel. He had been distracted (again) by trying to sift through the notifications blowing up his phone, leaving you to your own thoughts as he scrolled past blue-tick accounts and gorgeous models.

Frumpy. In the full-body photos you were captured in, you saw that the long gown was frumpy. It didn’t cling to your curves, it didn’t show off any cleavage - it certainly wasn’t something you would deem worthy of a date night, those were the outfits he should want to rip off of you at first sight.

“I respectfully disagree. Do you see these tiny straps, do you see how much of your shoulders are out?” He asked, lowering himself down so that he could stroke his fingers over your shoulder. “Your smooth, gorgeous, unbelievably bite-able shoulders. And your pretty neck, which is also so bite-worthy.

“And this colour looks great on you- baby pink, it almost makes you look innocent, I said almost. And did I mention that red lipstick has been killing me all night long? It really has. Because it makes your lips look so ridiculously kissable, but of course I couldn’t kiss you because then I’d mess up your makeup and you’d probably get so mad that you’d kick me out of the room and I’d have to go share Ethan’s bed. Or the corner of the bed that he isn’t all starfished over.

“It’s been absolute torture.”

You giggled. “Do you want me to apologise?”

He sniffled theatrically. “Yes, I would really appreciate it if you did.”

You threw your arms around his bare shoulders, pulling his body over to you. “I’m so sorry baby, can you ever forgive me? What if I gave you a million kisses right now to atone for my callous torture?”

“I can’t say for sure, but I think it’s worth a try.”

You were smiling as you smacked a kiss onto his lips. He didn’t resist and so you kept going, kissing him on the nose, then one on each cheek. In already shedding his jacket and shirt, he had made available a lot of space for you to cover in kisses. Your lipstick had been applied so long ago that it was past the point of transferring onto his skin, no matter how hard you kissed him.

“Wait, do you really think you weren’t the best dressed person there?” He asked.

You paused from kissing just beneath his earlobe. “That’s not what I said- I said that my outfit wasn’t the sexiest.”

“Oh.” He nodded. “Wait, what do you mean not the sexiest?”

You sighed, dragging your nails lightly down his back. “Baby, can we just skip over talking about this?” You started to kiss along his jaw, hoping that by the time you reached his lips, you would have him distracted and silent. “What if we just get totally naked and then no one has an outfit, the sexiest of the night or not?”

He allowed for you to land a single kiss on his mouth, then he was leaning back, slightly out of range. He was studying your eyes as he stroked your hair away from your face. “I thought you liked your dress. Obviously I love it, but that’s totally not the point. Do you not think it looks good?”

“No, I mean, yes, I mean… maybe, I…” You exhaled heavily, cradling your forehead in your hand. “I don’t know. I’m just not as confident as you are. And even though I know why I picked the dress, I kinda couldn’t help feeling inadequate amongst everyone else in their flashy, colourful, expensive, sexy clothes.”

“Inadequate?”

“Yeah…”

He was watching you, a look of careful consideration on his face. “Do you think you’d feel differently if you had been wearing something else, like, let’s trade outfits with someone who was there?”

“Miss OMG Westwood.” You said, the model’s name eluding you still. “With the blue lace and the latex top…”

“You thought that was sexy?” He asked, his face screwed up in distaste.

“Yeah, you didn’t?”

He shook his head. “No, I didn’t get that look, oh at all. I guess that boob tube thing could be cool in a different colour. That, in red? I would probably wear it. But with how close it was to the colour of her skin- it gave her the look of, like, a Barbie doll torso, all smooth and shiny like plastic.” You laughed but he was yet to crack a smile. “If she’s happy in it, then that’s all that matters. But if I had to choose between you in this dress or in that two-piece, I’m keeping you in this dress.”

“Well, that’s a bad example, then. But surely there was something that you saw on somebody that you liked more than my dress, you-”

He was shaking his head again, interrupting you by showing you a stop gesture with his hand. “Nope, I’m sorry but I’m gonna cut you off right here. And I don’t mean to be rude, it’s just that I know you’re not gonna be able to change my mind.”

He was fiddling with the plain silver ring that sat on his thumb. This wasn’t one of the gaudy pieces of jewellery loaned to him for the night, this was his own. “We could literally sit here and go through every photo of every person that was there tonight and I would still just rather look at you, in this dress, exactly as you are right now.”

You fought against the urge to roll your eyes - he was feeding you clichés. You didn’t think his words were coming from a place of insincerity, but he had yet to strike the gold that could change your mood and mindset.

“And you can call me cheesy and think that I’m talking like a character in a rom com, or whatever, but this is how I really feel.” He said. “It’s not that I think you were the sexiest person there, it’s that, to me, you were the only person there.”

He picked your hand up in his, kissing the back of it. “You are the only person I see. You are the only person I want, the only person I crave.” It seemed he had struck gold - your heart launching into your throat when he looked up, your eyes meeting. “You don’t even know how much you own me, but you do. I wish I could make you see how much you own me, I wish I knew how to make you understand.”

“I love you, Damiano.”

“I love you too.” He leaned back in, kissing you by the corner of your mouth. But before you could turn your head and attempt to capture his lips with yours, he had moved again, now resting his head on your shoulder. “And I love you in this dress…

“I’ve already mentioned all the fun, sexy parts that I’ve been able to stare at all night. But that doesn’t mean I haven’t been thinking about, daydreaming of everything the dress is covering, it’s just as sexy.” He said, his hands moving up from your wrists, going up towards your shoulders. “In fact, it might be even sexier, because your wonderful body is like a secret, just for me.

“Or am I way off the mark?” He asked, bringing his hands to rest up high on your back. “I just like that you and me have all these things that exist only for us. It’s only you and it’s only me.”

You smiled as you felt the zipper opening, beginning to expose your back. “I like that too.”

He had slid one hand under your dress. “I kind of want to show my appreciation for those parts your dress has been hiding, but in a, like, extra kind of style.”

You opened your eyes wide, feigning shock. “You wanna do something extra, do you even know how to be extra?”

He ignored your teasing as he stood up. “With your permission, of course…”

He left your line of sight, disappearing into the bathroom. As you waited, you finished the job of removing your dress. You stepped out of the gown, promptly returning it to the safety of the garment bag. Dressed in only your strapless bra and pantyhose, you returned to the couch, where he joined you a moment later.

His lips had dramatically changed, now coated in the same dark red shade you had been wearing all night. “I hope you don’t mind, but I borrowed some of your lipstick…”

“It’s hard to mind anything when you look so damn good.” You said, silently appreciating that there wasn’t a single speck of the bold pigment on his teeth.

“Well that’s not the point. I figured that it looks so sexy on your lips, so potentially, it could look sexy on other parts of you. A little art project while I’m getting reacquainted with what your dress was hiding.” He explained. “For example, I guess we could start right here…”

You were already smiling before his lips were laid upon the top of your breast. You ran your fingers through his hair.

He leaned back, inspecting your chest. “Yep, it suits you there as well. But how about…?” When he moved in again, he aimed lower, a mark of lipstick left on your stomach. “Oh phenomenal, that looks so fucking great.”

There was no urge to roll your eyes now - you were sufficiently caught up in his enthusiasm. You could feel your skin heating up, beyond where his touch was reaching. You couldn’t keep yourself from smiling, your heartbeat turning into a flutter.

“There’s some other spots where I think this would suit, where it would look so fantastic.” He said, hooking his fingers into the top of your pantyhose. “Could I investigate this?”

You shifted how you were sitting on the sofa, stretching your legs out until your feet could reach the floor. “Yes, you can.”

He got up to place himself between your feet, pushing your knees even further apart. It didn’t matter that you could already anticipate what he was planning, you still got excited - goosebumps rising on your skin as he peeled your pantyhose down. Your panties were taken down and his red lips formed a smile.

But he managed to surprise you, kissing you on your kneecap, and it made you feel like giggling. Concentrating on the space directly in front of his face, he gradually moved his lips up so that he could leave marks all over the inside of your thigh.

As he got closer, you felt certain that he could smell your cunt, which seemed to be radiating an eager heat. But it didn’t have an effect on him, not keeping him from showing your other leg the same treatment as its twin. He dragged his lips higher-and-higher, routinely looking up to your face, taking notice of how you were holding your breath. He continued to not offer the relief you were craving, instead he leaned back, for more watching and observing of your current state.

“Gorgeous, just gorgeous. This colour is perfect on you, on literally any part of your body.” He said, studying the new marks on your legs. Suddenly he was furrowing his brow. “Oh wait, I think I missed a…” He was leaning in again. “...spot, right over here…”

You held your bottom lip between your teeth, full of anticipation that was making you feel like you were on the edge of a cliff. This fizzled out when he kissed the inside of your right thigh and you slumped back against the couch.

“That’s better, now it’s symmetrical and it’s even more beautiful ‘cause of it.”

“Daddy…” It was hard to keep the waver out of your voice.

“You know that I just love the symmetry.” He said. “And your legs are so beautiful. I could get obsessed and just stare for hours.”

“Stare? That’s what you’re gonna do while you’re down there, that’s all you wanna do?”

He was playing a game of connecting the dots with his finger and the lipstick prints. “Huh, well what else is there to do…” He brought his face in closer, resting his cheek on your leg. “...while I’m kneeling down here…” It wasn’t just his fingers, now he caressed your skin with his whole hand. “...in between your legs? Certainly it couldn’t be that you want lipstick all over your pussy.”

“But I do.”

“I hadn’t thought of that. But I suppose we could try, because if the colour suits those lips so perfectly…” He pointed to your face. “Then it’s probably gonna look great on these lips as well.”

You were grinning when he finally moved his face into your crotch. You let out a happy sigh at the first contact, which came in the form of a sweet kiss from his shut mouth. He lingered here, the heat of his mouth combining perfectly with the wet heat pooled in your pussy.

“Mm…” His moan vibrated into your body, a tantalising massage that made your heart race faster. “...mm…” You felt his mouth moving.

Then he was leaning back, his lips popping open as he went. “...mwah!”

You giggled as he looked up at you, clearly proud of himself. There was a sparkle in his eyes as he moved his hands to your thighs, moving your legs a little more apart.

The giggle died, strangled in your throat, when his lips returned to your pussy, this time with his mouth open. His tongue swiped between your folds, pressing into where your clit was pulsing, desperate for attention. He flattened his tongue against it and you rocked your hips forward, unable to think of anything except more.

You felt his lips resting against you and then the vibrations began again. “Mm…” He gave his head a little shake, making you twitch. “...mm…” You couldn’t help writhing as you waited for the conclusion of this kiss, which he delivered with a flourish. “...mwah!”

You worked at catching your breath as he looked up at you. It was a grounding moment where no confusion, comparisons or insecurities were allowed to exist.

He licked his smudged, messy lips as he leaned back in, his face buried into your pussy. He presented the tip of his tongue in between your labia, flicking it from side-to-side across the clitoris. This quick increase in intensity had you curling your trembling hands into fists.

Your heart launched into your throat when you felt him moving down lower, giving your throbbing clit some recovery time. He licked his way down to your entrance, swiping the tip of his tongue along your slit, without penetrating. You twitched in your seat, silently praying that you would be able to make it through the rest of his teasing.

He buried his tongue inside, making you squirm as he sought to plunge in so deep at once. His tongue wiggled in, tasting the textured skin.

And it seemed he was pleased with the taste, because you were soon hearing, and feeling, another of his satisfied hums.

“Mmm…” You felt his tongue pulling back, gliding along the roof of your vagina on its way. “...mmm…” He retracted and leaned back with another exclamation. “...mwah!

“It tastes so fucking good.” He said, breathless as he sat back. “And look at it covered in lipstick, wow. It’s bright red like a cherry, but it tastes so much better, it’s so much better, kitten.”

You put a hand over your face. “I probably look like I have the weirdest rash ever.” 

“Not true, you look gorgeous.” He started to get up from where he had been kneeling, dragging his hands up your legs as he went. “You look like the most gorgeous woman, covered in nothing but lipstick, placed with love.” You peered through your fingers at him. “In fact, you’ve looked like the most gorgeous woman all night. You do believe me when I say that, right?”

You lowered your hand, looking directly at your boyfriend as you started to bite your thumbnail. “I believe that’s what you believe.”

He rolled his eyes dramatically. “Do you know what I’m thinking?”

“No, but I’m sure it’s something that’s gonna need some censoring.” You said. “We’re still in America, darling.”

“I’m thinking…” He picked your hands up, gently pulling to bring you out of your seat. “I’m thinking that this is gonna take more than some lipstick.”

You got to your feet, allowing him to lead you into the bedroom. There were some kisses exchanged (more chaste than you would have liked) before you were placed on the bed. It was still in a mess from the night before and you moved up to the pillows, lying down as you watched him removing his pants.

It was your little secret that it wasn’t just his necklace that didn’t adhere to the Gucci dress code - it was also his underwear.

These were soon joining his pants on the ground. On his way to joining you in bed, a condom was collected. Looking at him coming closer, you moved, changing position to something more inviting to him.

“Covering you in lipstick and showing you that your body is a literal work of art doesn’t seem to be doing the trick, you still think so little of yourself.” He said. “And it breaks my heart.”

“Sorry Daddy.”

He had knelt down near the foot of the bed, beyond your grasp so long as you remained lying down. “You should be apologising to yourself.”

“Uh…”

“I don’t want you to feel inadequate, especially not in a room of Hollywood phonies. You don’t need notoriety to be sexy or important or the most incredible woman I’ve ever met…”

You sat up. “But don’t you think- have you seriously never thought that all this stuff, these bougie events, all of this networking, would be easier if you were dating someone famous? You’ve never had that thought? Like, one of those women the tabloids put you with- if you had one of them, you’d be with someone who knows how to act because she fits in there.” His face had fallen, a slow chipping away of his playful demeanour with each word you said. “I’m just saying…”

He had turned away, his legs off the side of the bed as he supported his head with his hand. “So, this isn’t all just because of the dress?”

“I guess not.” You said, now hugging your legs to your chest. “I guess I’m just not coping with this long-distance stuff as well as I could be…”

“Well that’s why I got you out here for tonight.”

“I know and I thought it would be fun. And I have had fun, so much fun with you. And with Vic and Ethan and Tom, always. But then we get to that party and I don’t know any of those people and they definitely don’t know who I am, and that’s kinda where the fun ends, or goes on a detour, for me, at least.

“All of these people wanna know who is standing next to the Damiano David, and then they find out. Oh, just a receptionist.”

He looked at you, not quite smiling, but less visibly upset. “I think you’ll find that the term is administrative assistant.” You cracked an uneasy smile. “But you can call it whatever you want, ‘cause you’re not just a receptionist, you’re not just someone who works in admin. When I look at you, I’m seeing you, just the love of my life. Doesn’t that denote some importance?”

You nodded your head before casting your eyes down, feeling a slight stinging on your lower lids. “Yes.”

“Oh, kitten.” He started to crawl over to where you sat. “Is there… How can I make you feel important and special, above everybody else?” He pecked you on the cheek. “Would it help… can I fuck all of those insecurities out of you? Can I fuck you so senseless that you just lose all of those bad feelings, amongst others?” You raised your head and he took this opportunity to kiss you. “Would you let me take care of you in this…” He paused to let out a quick laugh. “...uniquely Daddy way? It’s backed up by absolutely no scientists or scientific evidence.”

You were properly smiling now. “You’re making Kinky Kittens LLC sound kind of shoddy.”

“I know, that’s my bad.” He said.

“We could fix that, with our own scientific testing.” You said, releasing your arms from around your legs.

He moved in closer, placing himself over your legs as soon as you moved them away from your chest, stretching them out in front of yourself. “Yeah, do you wanna do that?”

“Yes, please Daddy.”

He took your face in both hands, bringing you in and placing a series of passionate kisses on your lips. You couldn’t contain a little whimper as you wrapped your arms around him, grasping his naked body to your own. You couldn’t help but cling, needing him to fill the position of life-preserver and keep you afloat amongst the heavy thoughts that wanted to drag you down.

The tears that had earlier threatened to spill would not get the chance to do so. As his hands explored over your skin, you felt the sombre thoughts losing their strength. Instead, with every stroke from his fingers, you were getting giddier.

You followed him out of this sitting position, continuing to kiss him as he laid down on his back. As his tongue moved into your mouth, rubbing at the roof, you caressed his leg with your toes. The two of you lost your breath together, sinking into this moment that was exclusively yours.

“Come here.” He murmured against your mouth, gently trying to pull you into a different position.

“Am I not already here?” You sought to clarify.

Both of his hands were now attempting to guide you. “I want you to come and lie on top of me, with your back on my chest.”

You moved as instructed, but you couldn’t resist stealing a kiss from him in the process, before turning to face away from him altogether. It was almost a familiar position, you were used to the feeling of his toned chest pressed to your back and he could instantly find the most comfortable way to wrap his arms around you. As he kissed down the side of your neck, he placed a leg between both of yours and you were only too happy to spread your legs for him.

His teeth gently nipped at your earlobe as you settled your weight atop him. “Can I fuck those bad thoughts out of you?”

“Yes, yes please, Master.” You said, feeling giddy from the rush of anticipation - it was like the rumblings in your stomach upon viewing an appetising dish.

“I love you.” He cooed into your ear as he adjusted how he was lying. With a wiggle of his hips, you could feel his cock and you bit into your bottom lip, those earlier flutterings of sensitivities in your pussy were coming back. “I love you so much.”

“I love yuh-” You lost the rest of that sentence when he arched his back to drive his cock to its target. He stuffed himself into you, a steady hand pressed on your tummy, making you feel wonderfully secure. A breathy moan left you as your walls relaxed, your body shaping to him. “I love you too.”

There was some more adjusting required, your boyfriend working out the kinks of this position as you went along. You shut your eyes, dissatisfied that your only view was that of the white ceiling. Closing your eyes allowed you to block out everything but him, and how your body reacted to him, each movement made all the more monumental. You grabbed his wrist in your hand, at the same time, wrapping your other arm around his.

He started to rock and your body was instantly caught in his momentum. Your breath came in quicker as you felt him lifting his ass off the bed with each upswing, allowing him to delve in deeper. You felt that deep burn of desire in your gut and you grinded back, lengthening his strokes all the more. Soon that heat was radiating out through your body.

He set into a merciless pace, which saw you clinging to him tighter. He didn’t falter, his breath hot on your neck as he worked this angle as best he could. There were no further adjustments required, allowing him to concentrate on this promising speed.

His confident pumps delivered his shaft along the roof of your cunt, until he had found your g-spot. This brought a gasp from you as a new, more powerful wave of pleasure flooded through you. Your walls clenched upon him tighter than before, spasming as he retracted slightly.

Your sensitive pussy felt every throb of his dick when he pushed forward. He hit that spot again, this time bringing more than a gasp - you moaned as an uncoordinated jolt ripped through you. Your body wanted to curl up, your legs lifting and your back curving upwards.

“Yes.” He said and reached for the back of your thigh. “Pull these legs up.” He grabbed at the underside of your knee, pulling until your thigh was pressed to your chest. “And the other. Let’s turn you into a fuckball, what do you say?

“Do you wanna be my little fuckball?” He asked as you bent your other knee and brought this leg up to your chest too. You secured an arm across your legs to hold yourself in this position. “Do you wanna be my little bouncy fuckball?” He pressed his hips into your butt as you felt every muscle in your body tensing.

The anticipation was moving into that territory of being too much and you couldn’t keep your bottom lip from quivering as you strove to answer. “Yes.”

“Yes.” He echoed, holding you in place as he started to move again, this time with greater vigour. “Be my fuckball, be my perfect little bouncy toy.” Your eyes rolled back as he went on rutting up into you. “‘Cause that’s what you are, huh? You’re Daddy’s perfect toy, aren’t you?”

“Yes, yes Daddy, yes.” You cried out.

You felt all control leaving your body as you became nothing but a series of twitching nerves commanded by him. You writhed against him and you felt a sense of awe, happiness blooming out from the deepest parts of you.

As your walls contracted tighter around him, you heard him cursing and struggling for breath. But he didn’t stop, the firm grip on his dick seeming to make him more focused on the goal. You didn’t want to stop either, pushing back against him as much as you could manage, as much as the strength remaining in your body would allow.

“You better come all over me.” He instructed, squeezing you. “All over me.”

“Yes.” The sob ripped free from your chest.

“All over me, kitten. I wanna be fuckin’ drowning in it.” He said as you struggled to cope with the rapid acceleration of your heartbeat. “Like how I wanna drown you in my love- nrgh…” His hips stuttered up into you, his consistent tempo threatened. “Like with kisses and gifts and hugs and fucks and- mmnh… and telling you.”

“Yes, fuck yes, yes, oh.” You couldn’t help shouting as you reached the peak and began to fall apart.

Your own name seemed to reverberate in your ear as he said it again-and-again. It seemed to be the only word he knew as he drove into you to milk out every part of his orgasm. You felt yourself falling into a state of disbelief as you listened to all of the different ways he could say your name - it was a whisper, it was a triumphant chant, it was a murmured promise.

Then the suite was swallowed up by silence and his firm embrace relaxed. There were stars dancing in the darkness behind your eyelids as your body slowly came to the realisation that it was over, trying to cope with the separation.

You landed on the bed alongside him, still short on breath. You were soaking up the afterglow, your mood improved an immeasurable amount.

His fingers stroking across your cheek helped to bring you back to reality. You didn’t have to fully open your eyes, scooting in closer as your primal instincts had you seeking out the heat from his body, which had become your true home.

“How do you feel?”

You let out a contented sigh as you settled your head on the pillow next to his. “I feel like I make a damn good fuckball.”

“Fuck yeah you do.” He said, arms wrapping around you.

“I’m sorry if I killed the vibe of the night with all of that.”

“You didn’t kill anything. I just hate that you were feeling that way because you- you’re so amazing and I meant every single word and I hope you know that and I hope I can make you see that.” He said.

“I do feel better.”

“Good, because my kitten isn’t inadequate to anyone. In fact, it’s the exact opposite. There isn’t a single person that could compare to you.” He said and you nuzzled into his neck, feeling those tears brimming up again. “And I’m glad- holy fuck, you cannot even imagine how happy I am that you aren’t Hollywood. I’m so glad that you’re you because you’re perfect.”

“No, you.” You attempted to deflect.

“No, you.”

“No, you are.”

“I think you’ll find that it’s you.” He said.

You looked up at his face and smiled. “I think you’ll find that I love you.”

“I love you too.” He said, holding you tighter so that your face could be covered in more kisses. “Mm-wah, mwah, mwah, mwah, mmm-wah!”

“I’m too tired to watch anymore fuckin’ Lost tonight.”

“Oh my God, me too. Sleep, we sleep now.”

“Awesome.” You snuggled in, finding a comfortable position to fall asleep in. “You’ll just have to wait to get into discussing what happens in the season final.”

You were jostled about as he abruptly sat up. “Fuck that. I’m calling room service to bring up a million coffees right now.”

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[eightysixed]

26.05.23

It wasn’t often they ended up at separate social events, but tonight was a night like that. Sasha had been invited to a thing with the girls, well, the girls who were still left after the bust. And he had gone to support Mikey at a work thing. It was going to be a boring presentation, that’s what Mikey had dressed it up as. But suddenly he was at a house just off of WeHo with a pool. And it was a party in the capital P sense of the word. Hours and hours and much alcohol swam through his system before he stumbled outside. 

He dialled. It went to voice mail. 

“Get me outta here. There’s so many nerds here...oh my god. So fuckin’ many...they’re like...coding something. Who codes at a party? These fools.” Some guy wandered outside and gave him a thumbs up. It was nice on this stretch bed, long chair, whatever it was called...device for lounging by the pool. “‘Member when we first met? I think about that. Like how Greta lived in a totally different apartment, and what if you’d moved into that apartment with her...we woulda never met.” He sniffled, and ran a finger under his nose. “My life woulda been so terrible right now dawg...you got no idea.” A different time, another universe, the one where they met in. Three years almost, some change and it would be three years since the day they’d met. “Fuck, I think our wedding anniversary’s coming up.” He had forgotten. He’d been so busy, she’d been so busy, but that was life for you, happening in between the bits where you were rushing around. At least he’d remembered now. “Don’t know what you wanna do for that...if you wanna do anything at all. I’m down for anything. And everything. You know me.” He would be happy being lazy with her in bed or just strolling around their block. It was nothing like Silverlake, of course it wasn’t, it was Van Nuys, but still. It was the walking with her that he liked. They couldn’t really afford much at the moment, but would he still try to make it a special affair? He sure would. “We should get a clown...why does Damien get a clown for his birthday? It ain’t fair. I want a clown.” He thought about that for a second. “Nah, that’s gay.” What else, what else... “Don’t know how long this thing goes. I love yo—” His phone beeped twice and the call ended. “Motherfucker.” 

He hit limit just as Mikey emerged into the debauched yard, checking on his friend who knew nobody else here. Not that that was any trouble for Tyson, at ease in a crowd of strangers as much as with friends. Who could meet you and not love you. Sasha had said just that, one time, or something like it many times. She was silly, that wife of his, wasn’t she? She said so many nice things about him. No one had ever said that many nice things about him. Well, some people did. But half the time it felt like fake things, or nice things for the sake of being nice, like gee Tyson you’re so funny, you’re so good with that skateboard, you’re good with those kids, you wanna watch mine for a bit? Everyone had some kind of motive. Not her though. She saw him for what he was and even though he didn’t know what he was half the time, she saw that too. 

“You crying?” Mikey said.

“What? Nah I ain’t.”

“Yeah you are.” 

And on and on and on they went. 

#tyson #self para #self para: tyson #i blame twenty one pilots for this in entirety #tyson x sasha

[izzy-b-hands]

FUCK my brain is on random of md fic ideas train tonight

I can't decide if i should actually write this one tho?? like. okay. me at ages 9-13 would love this bc it's god. Dumb but whatever y'all KNOW I'm dumb so this isn't a rattling event here anyway

Modern AU, v Babysitters Club level sort of plot, but:

Alma has her first period, at school, during class, and Stepdad Ed you gotta understand Dad wasn't answering and Mum wasn't answering and Stepdad Doug wasn't answering and you did and now my stupid uniform skirt has blood on it and i feel so gross-

Cut to Ed who isn't like. Unaware of what to do here of course, like. He was raised by a single mum lmao, and so he knew getting involved with a guy with a kid Alma's age might mean a moment like this, and he was prepared for it

but yet, no he isn't? bc she's crying and he doesn't blame her one bit, and he was supposed to just bring her period supplies and send her back to class but...she feels gross, and her skirt has blood on it and they won't give her anything for her cramps

So naturally he has to use his power as one of the trusted adults for Louis and Alma at their school to sign her out for the day (with a promise to pick Louis up later at the end of the day of course lmao)

Because she needs to go pick out the period supplies herself, really, because maybe what he grabbed on the way to the school is wrong! And she'll need ice cream after that. A new skirt, since they're already at the store, even if it isn't one she can wear to school. Maybe a new comfy robe too, since she'll want to clean up and lay down at home right?

Cut to the two of them in said new comfy plush robes, sitting on each end of Stede's huge expensive couch, eating through personal pints of various ice cream flavours. Ed has the pain killers (like motrin or ibuprofen or something, idk i used any and all i could when i still got my period lmao) by him and dispenses when appropriate and as needed

That's as far as I have it fully in my brain, but additional disjointed scenes include:

-Stede wondering what the fuck is going on when he goes to pick up his kids from school and the receptionist laughs at him bc surely his own bf told him that he already picked up the kids?! (Ed, at home, Realizing: OH FUCK)

-Izzy on the phone with Ed, standing in the period aisle of some big box store. Explaining in loving exasperation that no, Ed, she really has enough for now if you bought like. five boxes. Yes Ed, I would know of all people. Edward you literally helped do my first T shot at twenty, you know about-. Ed. Ed. Jesus fuckin christ Ed it's not a gunshot wound pouring blood, I know you know this, why are you panicking?!

...oh. she's still crying? Well. Maybe you do need more ice cream then, and a heating pad for her stomach. Sit tight and no you cant fuckin pay me back, Ed. It's my treat.

#text post #the izzy one is of course my way to work in ftm izzy as is my wish and want and need aksjfjgng #this whole thing is so much something me around that age would have loved #supportive and sweet stepdad that literally comes to the rescue during a scary and new life event and also there's ice cream & less school #which means I'll probably never write it beyond this bc holy self indulgence batman! #but it felt good to type this out as silly an idea as it is

[hxlcyon]

SHAKES HIM

#i have never spedrun so hard for the end of an event #well. actually that's a lie but #remembering the time i was 4 points away from tsumugi... painful... #ogughgu but tenma..... i got him.... #this is the only person that matters to me #well. #i have two hands to hold multiple people but #tenma........... #i was wondering why i felt like so stressed around 1:30 while i was trying to do hw #and then i remember #oh my god the fuckin event ends tonight #and now that i've finished it this level of bliss is equal to like #70000x [redacted] #plus tiering in t4(?) feels pretty good #im gonna go give all my money to my tenma nui i owe this all to u #a3!

[fbfh]

Paxton Hall Yoshida dating headcanons

Paxton would be the BEST FUCKIN BOYFRIEND

Seriously

He’s so chill and affectionate

Whenever there’s a party or event you have an automatic date

Even if it’s not his normal scene

You’ll be like yeah the cast party for the school musical is tonight after the last performance

He’s like cool i’ll be your date

You’re like you don’t really need a date to a cast party??

He’s like oh

Can i still come

Yes yes he can

He will very awkwardly and goofily participate in cast karaoke with you

That’s what’s so great about him

He’s not afraid to leave his comfort zone a little for you

Cause he knows you’ll always have fun if you’re together

He’ll teach you how to play his favorite video games

You teach him about the stuff you’re into

He loves hearing you talk

He could listen to the sound of your voice for hours

He’ll one hundred percent fall asleep on facetime late at night while you’re rambling about the show you’ve been watching

Cause the sound of your voice is so comforting

Or like

About leaving his comfort zone

If there’s a show or movie that you really like that’s not at all a genre he usually watches

He’ll absolutely watch the season finale with you cause you need someone to watch with

You’re freaking out over how they’re ending the season

It ends up taking twice as long cause you keep pausing to catch him up

By the end he knows almost as much about the show as you and has only technically seen one episode

And he’s so affectionate

Oh my god

He’ll always an arm over your shoulder or around you waist

Fingers intertwined

A hand on your leg

Or just being in a general affectionately close proximity

His friends know he’s down bad for you

They’ll catch him giving you the look

Over the most mundane shit too

You’ll like

Idk walk across the room to recycle your water bottle

When you turn to walk back you see his friends poking him and ribbing him for being whipped

You have a guaranteed lunch spot with him in the hot pocket now too

(even though devi and her friends are probably the only ones who calls it that, everyone else just calls it ‘where the swim team and their friends eat lunch’ but w/e)

If you prefer to sit with your friends or by yourself you’ll alternate sitting with his friends and in your favorite spot

Maybe eventually your friend groups kinda melt together and y’all just hang out in a big group

That’d probably be really fun

Cause something that’s important to remember is that even though paxton and his friends are kind of popular himbo jocks none of them are mean

They’re all feminists and allies and stuff yk

They’re all really chill and accepting

You’re both surprised at how well all your friends get along

But it’s really nice

You’ll also study together a lot

You help each other with whatever subjects you’re good at

Even if you’re both terrible at school, studying together makes it a lot better

You can bounce ideas off each other

You’ll catch each other’s little mistakes that leads to over all better grades for both of you

Plus you can make out during study breaks

He can’t do that with a tutor

Well he could but it’d probably be really awkward

You go to all each other’s events and games and stuff!!

He gets so excited when he sees you in the crowd during a swim meet

You have this cute little ritual and handshake for good luck that you do before every game

Sometimes you’ll just be hanging out cuddled up

And he’ll read you a couple chapters of one of the books he got from his grandpa

He wants to read through all of them

It’s really nice

At one point he’s ranting about one of them

About how the it’s really nice to read but the characters all make awful decisions

You’re like hey you should write reviews for the books you’re reading

He’s like haha bet

You’re like no seriously! You’ve got a lot of good points and you said you want to practice for writing college essays so that might be a good place to start

He’s like huh

He writes out his thoughts for some of the books

And eventually ends up posting them on good reads or something

Anonymously ofc

A ton of ppl agree with him!!! They’re like oh my god my thoughts exactly you said it perfectly!!!!

Huge boost to his confidence!!!!

He shows you some of the comments of people agreeing with him and praising him for laying out his thoughts in such a well organized manor

You’re so happy for him and so is he

And he knows he has you to thank

Your support while he’s becoming the best version of himself is so so important to him

And he makes sure you know that

(I don't think anyone's on the tag list for paxton/nhie so if you wanna be submit the tag list form in my masterlist/pinned post lol)

#paxton hall yoshida x reader #paxton x reader #nhie x reader #never have i ever x reader

[falcqns]

Hi, first of all i love your work 💕 and second, I wanted to request a Chris Evans angsty to fluff one shot? Where he is much older than the reader (she’s in her early 20s) and they have confessed their attraction for each other but are not sure how to proceed, nothing much happens during the confession. But the next day there’s an event or party where both attend separately, during it they stare at each other from across the room but suddenly Chris is crowded mostly by women much older than you and they flirt with him, and he sees you getting sad and insecure about your feelings and about his feelings too and obviously your age, so maybe you run off somewhere else and he decides to follow and then reassures you he likes you, then it’s all fluff? Maybe with a kiss at the end?🥺 thank uuuu!! I hope you’re having a nice day💓

Age Gap

pairing: chris evans x younger!reader

warnings: age gap, fluff, angst, insinuations to smut, hannah montana reference lmao

a/n: thank you for the request and i hope you enjoy! also i wrote this on my phone so i apologize for any mistakes lol

being 21 and having a crush on a 39 year old was tough.

finding out that that 39 year old felt the same was even tougher.

when you got the chance to audition with him for his new movie, Deep Silence, you jumped at it. just getting to be in a room with him blew your mind, but when your agent called you and told you you got a role, you were ecstatic.

you had originally auditioned for the role of Emma Garner, Chris’s characters daughter, but he decided you were perfect for the role of his characters wife, Francesca Garner instead.

you had no idea why. you were barely 21, and he was 19 years older than you. it would make so much more sense for you to play his daughter, but you accepted the role of his wife nonetheless.

at least now you won’t have to watch your crush kiss another girl, something that was all too familiar in high school.

when you two had your first love scene, you were terrified. how were you going to keep the fact that you were incredibly attracted to your co star a secret while acting out something that is so private?

you had a suspicion that he felt the same during filming, when he’d purposely ground his hard on into your centre and rasped into you ear “if you liked that”, but he ran away to his trailer before you could ask him about it.

you thought he was finally going to talk to you about it when he approached you a few days later, but he ended up just asking if you wanted to go to disneyland with him and Scott and his boyfriend, to which you accepted.

the day was fun, with the four of you taking lots of photos, going on lists of rides, eating lots of food (that ultimately made Scott throw up after one two many churros and and a ride on Seven Dwarves) and ended in you guys watching Happily Ever After. About halfway through, Chris pulled you into his arms, and pressed his lips to yours.

as soon as he kissed you, all the background noise faded away, and the two of you stood there like teenagers making out for the rest of the show.

when that happened, you thought for sure that he’d finally ask you out. you’d ask him out, but that seemed insanely intimidating, and you weren’t down for that at all. but, he didn’t make a move. other than kissing. he’d kiss you constantly, but it never progressed passed making out, and you were a little disappointed.

eventually, comic con came up, and you wouldn’t be attending with Chris, rather than the TV show you were a regular on. you had spotted him watching you in the crowd, thanks to your favourite actress who was also on the panel with you. you attended his as well, and even asked a question, as your movie hadn’t been announced yet, so people wouldn’t know you unless they watched your show.

then, the after party rolled around. you had messaged briefly, but hadn’t really spoken, something you were hoping to do tonight. you had reached your wits end, and just decided to man up and talk to him about where you two stood.

but, you couldn’t find him. you’d wandered around with your co stars and talked to a few directors and casting agents to get your name out there for future projects, but you couldn’t for the life of you locate Chris.

Until you got to the bar. you had just ordered your favourite drink, when you spotted him at the other end of the bar. but, he wasn’t alone. he was surrounded by five or six women who were definitely much older than you, and your heart sank.

it didn’t shatter, however, until you saw Chris flirting back. your eyes welled up with tears, and you tried to wipe them discreetly without Chris or anyone noticing, but of course that didn’t happen.

Chris was doing his best to ward off the ladies swarming him, so he could come and find you. he had been leading you on for too long, and he just needed to ask you out already, before another guy snatched you from his fingers.

suddenly, he caught movement out of the corner of his eye, and looked up, thinking it was Scott coming back with more food, but his heart dropped when he saw you. you were stood there, looking absolutely magnificent, but your eyes were full with tears, almost to the point of spilling over onto the cheeks he loved to kiss and hold in his hands so much.

he looked at the swarm of ladies that had formed around him, and swore, realizing what you were probably thinking.

he watched as you turned and stormed away, towards the door. he politely excused himself, and headed after you.

he followed you out the door he watched you disappear through, but his heart sank even lower when he realized you weren’t there. he was about to go back inside and ask your co stars for your room number, when he heard the tell tale signs of your sobs coming from a hidden alcove to his left.

he ran down the steps and over to the alcove, and his heart broke when he saw you. you were leaning against the wall, you head in your hands. loud sobs were escaping your mouth, and he knew for a fact you had an endless amount of tears running down your face, the saltiness of them probably already swelling your beautiful face up.

he wasted no time in coming over to you and wrapping you up tight in his arms. you tried to pull out of them, but he stood firm, and eventually you relaxed.

“i’m so sorry.” he whispered, and your sobs subsided. you shook your head and looked up at him.

“no. i’m sorry. i’m sorry that i was born in the wrong generation, because maybe then one of us would have the courage to ask the other out without fear of judgement. i’m sorry that i’m not as mature as those girls, or as talented. i’m sorry that i probably read into things like i always do and ruine-“ you began; but was cut off by Chris soft lips.

when he pulled away, he rested his forehead atop yours. “no. don’t. you’re perfect. so fuckin’ perfect it scares me sometimes. it absolutely terrifies the shit out of me how perfect you are because i don’t want to hurt you. you’re so young and innocent, and i love that about you. i don’t want to be the one to crush that innocence that i love so much by hurting you. but, i shouldn’t have let that hold me back. we’re both legal, so age is just a number. i should have told you that say i fuckin’ dry humped you on set.” he said, and you laughed at the last bit. “i love you so fuckin’ much, y/n, it honestly scares me. but being scared is good. it makes me human, and i’m not letting that hold me back from treating you the way you deserve to be treated. if you can find it in your heart to forgive me, i will spend the rest of our time together showing you just how much i love and appreciate you.” he said, and you looked up at him. “will you be my girlfriend?” he asked softly, and you nodded in happiness, your lips pressing to his.

Chris smiled into the slightly salty, but still loving kiss. he finally had you, and he wasn’t going to let you go. you were his whole world, and he was kicking himself for not realizing it sooner.

the two of you were currently walking hand in hand back to the venue, when you spoke up. “that was the sweetest speech. i’m not mad at you because of those girls. i realized shortly after that you wouldn’t do anything like that, but i thought maybe you’d realize that they were better than me, so that’s why i left.” you explained, and Chris tugged you in closer to his body.

“that makes me so happy, sweet girl. it was a mistake letting those girls do that and i should have stopped it sooner, but everybody makes mistakes.” he said.

you giggled before responding. “everybody has those days.” you said with the straightest face possible and Chris turned and stared at you for a second before realizing the reference.

“Hannah Montana? oh my god you’re so innocent,” he said, moaning the last few words into your ears, his hands gripping your waist to pull you against him.

you bit your lip and smiled. “i’m not completely innocent,” you said right back, and smiled in happiness when you felt him hardening against your stomach.

“mmm, really baby?” he moaned, and you nodded, before whispering in his ear.

“take me back to your hotel room and i’ll show you.”

#chris evans angst #chris evans #chris evans actor #chris evans imagine #chris evans x you #chris evans x female reader #chris evans x reader fluff #chris evans fluff #chris evans x reader #chris evans smut

[kiridarling]

𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐄

d.kaminari and h.sero | f!reader + corruption + weed/shotguning + praise + threesome + more! minors dni!

— 3.6k words

"I knew I wanted you the second I saw you."

Denki’s addicted to the pre-concert high.

His veins hum with a song that has yet to start, fingers drumming some mixed beat on the body of his electric guitar as he assumes his place on the dark stage. The theater’s dead silent, the room suspended in a titilating anticipation—and the steady rhythm Denki's heart dissapates into chaos when the faint crack of Eijirou's drumsticks bounce off the walls, and the click in his earpiece begins.

Eijirou hits the kick drum once. Twice. Then his hands fly across the set in a flurry, the rolling beat echoing into the packed arena and spurring the crowd to explode, fans flying to their feet to render their vocal cords for the night.

As the other instruments fill the blank space, Denki's hand grips the back of his guitar's neck, on hold for his solo, and by the time the electric blond steps up to the mic, pavlov's theory has already kicked in overdrive.

"Who’s ready to feel good tonight?”

“Dude, I’m on fucking fire!” Denki vibrates, nearly glowing in comparison to his bandmates as they sift through a flurry of fans at a meet and greet. It always seems like Denki and Eijirou are the only ones with energy after a good show—but what can he say? Being on stage lights him up like a live wire.

"You said that last concert, buddy," Hanta snorts, before his a fan ran sacks his attention by shoving a tiara into his hairline.

"And? My point still stan—" Denki cuts himself off with a gasp as a bra slings across his face, followed by a burst of pain when the metal hits him in the cheek. He peels the lacy thing off with an eye on the audience and an eyebrow raised in question, unsure of what to do with the undergarment (other than put it on) until someone screams:

“Sign it!”

Denki shrugs and pops the Sharpie cap with his teeth to sign the crest of both cups before flinging it back into the audience—he can only pray it pinpoints its rightful owner before the meet and greet ends.

Katsuki clicks his tongue (because he hates these events) and as the next round of fans lineup in front of their table, Eijirou stretches like this is a sport, saying, “Guess it’s go-time.”

"Go-time is when we perform," Katsuki grumbles in the seat to Denki’s right. "Go-time is when we're in the studio makin' a goddamn album, not meeting crazy fuckin' fans—no, I’m not gonna marry you, you obsessed fuckin—“

“Oh, you're just salty you're not popular with the ladies~“ Denki gushes, wiggling his eyebrows, and a fan hands him a canvas the size of his upper body. “Un—oh wow, did you make this for me—Unlike me, of course.”

"Okay, pretty boy." Hanta rolls his eyes, before signing a phone case and returning it to an overzealous fan. With a hand covering his mouth, he whispers, “Can you believe this guy? So full of himself, I swear.”

The fan giggles and Hanta meets the blushing cheeks with a satisfied smirk. Denki huffs from the disrespect, crossing both arms over his chest. “Full of myself? It’s not my fault I’m sexy—*an autograph? Of course!"

Katsuki chuckles, scratching under his chin with ink blue fingertips, "Call yourself sexy one more fuckin’ time and I'm projectile vomiti—no, I'm not signing your tits, give me a goddamn paper or somethin—"

"What?” Denki scoffs, chest collapsing with the disbelief that one could make such a lie. “I'm literally the definition of I'm sexy and I kno—"

"Um, excuse me?"

His gesticulations freeze at the passive voice, arms stretched wide and to the sky, and Denki knows he has to look absolutely ridiculous as he blinks down at the next person in-line; who's stood with bambi eyes and such a sweet smile the electric blond thinks it might make him sick.

"I-I'm your biggest fan! Could you—um, please sign this for me?"

She comes alive, shoving a poster into his chest with pink cheeks and shifty irises. Out of all the bras, all the breasts he's been asked to sign today, and here you are, with your pocket-sized poster and your lamb countenance. Denki beams.

"Of course, Sweetness! What's your name?"

"[Y/N]!" you say, giggling, and it's so. Cute. Denki opens the Sharpie and struggles to focus on signing instead of your gorgeous fucking face.

"Anything specific you'd like me to say?"

And he knows there's a rule—there always are when it comes to these things, and it's simple: don't fuck the fans. As tempting as it is, don't invite them back to your hotel room because there are too many uncertainties, and if something leaks to the press that’s possibly career ending, that’s it. So, Denki holds his tongue. For the future of himself and the band.

"Uhm, just write what you want! I...I think I'd like it best if it was authentic and came straight from you, so."

Fuck. Of course she does.

And maybe Denki just can't help it when he leans down to speak, perhaps a little lower, "You want something more authentic, cutie?"

You light up like a kid on Christmas, gasping, "Yes please Mr. Kaminari!"

So eager, too.

"Awe, you can call me Denki if you'd like," he coos, and you nod so quickly he starts to worry about whiplash. "Meet me out back, in the alley behind the venue if you wanna get to know me better. Sound like a deal?”

"O-Okay!" You nod, and when he returns your sign you grip it tight between both hands. "I'll um, see you soon Mr. Kami—I mean, D-Denki!"

You flush from the mix up and bow in apology, and Denki knows he's made the right choice when you light up, indicating you have no idea what he meant at all.

"Row row row your boat, gently down the stream," you hum, sniffling. You’re unsure if your nose is running, it's too frozen to tell, and it has you patting to confirm it’s presence. With your hands stuffed in your pockets and a jacket wrapped tight around your body, you'd think you'd be warm, but no.

The alley is dark. It's dank enough that you can smell it and you're positive what you're dancing in is vomit, but none the matter—today, you met your favorite band. Literally the people you'd die for.

"Merrily, merrily," kicking the loose rocks in the gravel every which way, you enjoy the sound of them scattering against the surrounding brick walls. "Merrily, merrily..."

"Life is but a dream," a voice finishes, a yelp rips from your throat and you jump twenty feet in alarm. But you’d know that voice anywhere; Denki chuckles at your reaction and it has you recoiling with timidity, unprepared for the surprised audience. "You have a lovely voice, Cutie. You should use it more often."

"I..." but you're not exactly sure what to say to that, knowing Denki's heard so many professional voices in his career to last a lifetime, and yet yours is lovely. "T-Thank you."

Denki watches your reaction with a hum and a smile, his visible breath escaping between the slit of his lips and into the cool air.

"Of course, Cutie."

Another voice sighs, shattering the friction that fills your gut when Denki gives you that look. You're not sure what to call it, but it makes you shiver, and that's enough to make you to run and hide.

"...Denki, who's this?"

"Um," the blond places his frozen hands in his pockets and swivels his head around to Hanta, guilty written all over his face. "A fan?"

Hanta sighs again, head tilting to the right in exhausperation, “Denki—"

"I know, I know," the electric blond sighs, waving him off. "But it's fine as long as we don't get caught, right?"

Hanta's black hair threatens to fall into his face so he combs through it, and you try not to drool at the sight of his bicep flexing. "Yeah, until we get caught."

A honk blares and it has you shrieking, to reveal a parked tour bus in the alley once the lights flicker on. Denki points the car keys at the vehicle and the doors swing open. "Awe c'mon, don't be a sour puss. It's a one-time thing, alright?"

Hanta's eyes narrow into slits.

"Seriously, dude! I'm a man of my word! On God."

The noirette's shoulders sag, but he waltzes around both of you to get on the bus. Over his shoulder, he warns, "Denki I swear to fucking god—"

"I'll be careful, I'll be careful~" he singsongs, hopping onto the stairs after the pianist. When Denki notices not you're not moving, he stills at the top step. "You coming, [Y/N]?"

"O-Oh, am I um, am I allowed?" You ask, biting your cheek at the thought of what Hanta just said as you peer around the electric blond’s body. Denki snorts, rolling his eyes.

"Yes, you're allowed," he exits the bus, only to tug you on via your collar. "Now c'mon! Let's have some fun, yeah?"

"Okay!"

Denki steers you through the bus and into a space that looks a bit like a living room, with a couch, tv, and a makeshift kitchen in the corner. Following Denki to the kitchen, you look around.

"Where are Kirishima and Bakugou?"

"Out drinking," Denki tosses, flicking open a RedBull. You wonder if this is always the post-concert routine. Hanta fiddles in with something on the couch, but he still has yet to look you in the eyes tonight, even when you ask him:

"What are you doing?"

It seems he didn't realize you’ve relocated from the kitchen to the couch next to him from the noirette nearly jumps. The green stuff in his fingers crumbles, and you scrunch your nose at the smell.

"It stinks," you add. Denki snorts, jumping onto the cushion to your right. There isn’t a whole lot of room and his addition causes your shoulders to slush between the two of them, but it’s strangely comfortable.

"It's weed," he explains like it's obvious. "You smoke, Cutie?"

"Obviously not," you and Hanta say at the same time. You turn his way, and for the first time that night, Hanta looks you in the eyes—and it's a smile, with his eyes crinkling in the corners, but there's...something else. Something else hidden behind the thinnest veil that makes you cower, if ever so slightly.

Something feral.

Denki, unaware of the crushing grip your hand has around your thigh, huffs, and tosses the energy drink down his gullet, "It was a genuine question! Geez."

"What are you doing?" You ask again, and the electric blond whimpers from being ignored.

"Rolling a joint," he utters, lifting the paper to his lips to lick the length. You watch, semi-disgusted, as Hanta finally folds over the last bit of paper around the crest of the joint, gluing it together.

"Know what a joint is?" The noirette implores.

"Yeah," you breathe, shifting at the new closeness Denki provides when you feel his chest against your back. "My roommate smokes, so."

Hanta taps it on a tray, or what Denki describes as "packing it down," before twisting the tip and tossing it back onto the tray in conclusion. Denki cheers.

"Aha! The joint-rolling master has blessed us! Everyone say thank you, joint-rolling master."

"Thank you, joint-rolling master!" You giggle when Hanta's face turns a ruddy red. He reaches over to pop Denki upside the head. Denki gasps, before lunging to return the favor, and you squeal from being jostled between two men.

"Okay," when Denki returns to his seat he's panting and so is the noirette. He picks the joint off the tray and though there isn't much room, turns so he's facing you, your legs smushed against his body indian style. "You ready, Cutie?"

"As ready as I'll ever be," you huff, swinging your arms in preparation despite the lack of space. Just in case.

Hanta snorts, holding the joint to your lips, and Denki raises the lighter and raises it to the end until it's hot enough to burn on its own.

“Now suck."

You do, cheeks puffing, and you blow the smoke straight in Denki's face. It's...a lot.

"Not quite," Hanta chuckles, and flips you via the waist so you're facing him. Denki whines from the change but finds solace in hooking his chin over your shoulder. "Suck, and then inhale. Act like it's a big breath—you gotta hold it in your lungs for a sec."

"Okay," you assert with a nod, eyes burning with a new determination. When Hanta holds it to your lips, you suck and inhale, and start coughing your throat raw, in a flurry of smoke and tears, eyes watering and nose burning. You scramble for water, but by the time you get some, the only thing that's left to soothe is a sore throat.

"Here," Denki offers, grabbing the joint before flipping you his way again. "Take smaller hits, like this."

Denki's mouth wraps around the tip and smoke pours from his lips so smoothly you're determined to do the same. With a raised eyebrow, he passes it back to you, and though it takes a moment, you try again.

The back of your throat tingles but the glide is much smoother, and you find that it doesn't burn on your next exhale. So you do it again. And again. And agai—

"Okay," Hanta picks the joint from your fingers with a click of his tongue, before taking a hit himself. You frown, making grabby hands.

"Hey, wai—"

"Nu-uh," he tuts, pushing you down by your forehead. "You'll feel it soon enough, trust me."

You whine, crossing your arms over your chest. Hanta gives you nothing but a raised eyebrow as he takes another hit, and you're convinced it's to taunt you. "I'm not eve—"

But then the world blurs, a bit, and your legs hum in a way they haven't before; it's warm and it's nice, and it has you blinking down at your hands in bewilderment. Whoa.

"And there she goes," Denki announces, and somehow seized the joint from the noirette when you weren't looking. Your mouth drops to say something, but all you can produce is a light giggle before it melts into a guffaw that only comes straight from the gut, your hands trying to soothe your cramping belly. Tears come to your eyes fairly easily, and when Hanta asks if you're okay he sounds like he's underwater, and that's enough to send you flying through another fit of laughs.

"I—y-yeah, I'm just—just fine," you snort behind a hand, chest spasming as you finally gather yourself enough to calm down. "I'm good. Mhm."

"Yep. Totally fine," Hanta says, but something in his tone suggests he doesn't believe you at all.

You nod, biting your bottom lip to avoid another laugh attack with your hands bunching the bottom of your shirt for extra purchase. Hanta narrows his eyes while taking another hit, so you sock him in the shoulder with a huff. "Stop looking at me like that."

The noirette snorts, "Like what?"

"Like..." you start strong, but falter under his eyes. "Like you want to eat me."

Hanta hums at the comment but says nothing, and you're not sure if your mind fabricated the quick look he gives the electric blond sat behind you. Denki speaks first.

"Do you know what shotgunning is, [Y/N]?"

You frown, "Like a shotgun?"

"So no," Hanta answers for you.

"Here," Denki offers, turning you again. Plucking the nub of a joint from the noirette, he takes a big hit before picking your face up by the jaw and hovering your lips over yours. You're not sure what to do, but once your lips connect, smoke fills your lungs, and you don't exhale until Denki pulls away. You blink, a little dazed.

You just kissed Denki Kaminari.

"Feel good?" He asks, never leaving your personal space. You nod, and he grins. "Wanna do it again?"

Your hands fist his shirt, teeth tearing the inside of your cheek due to the amount of embarrassment this question encourages. "I wan—can we do it again but without the um...without the smoke?"

Denki's hands find your hips and it's hard for him to contain a sly smirk, biting his lips to move in on his prey.

"I knew I waned you the second I saw you."

Denki's lips feel much better when he puts a little weight into the kiss, pinning you between him and the noirette. You're not exactly sure what you're doing but he takes the lead, titling his head and kissing harder, rougher, so your lips are pink and swollen by the time he pulls away.

"A-Another," you whimper, tightening your grip around his tee.

Denki hums in contemplation, picking your head up by your chin. "Ask nicely, Cutie."

Flushing deeper, your eyes dart to the coffee table.

“Another, please."

"Good girl," Denki coos, and he's propping you up against Hanta's chest. You shiver at the comment, finding purchase on Hanta's thighs as Denki kisses you on the lips again. "Wanna feel even better?"

"Yes," you nod vehemently. "Yes please."

Denki hums at that, climbing down your body as his hands glide from your waist to the band of your pants. You frown, "What—What are you doing?"

"Eating you out, Cutie," the electric blond says, hands freezing once his thumbs dip under your waistband. "That okay?"

"Oh okay," you breathe, relaxing against Hanta's chest. "Y-Yeah, that's fine."

Denki rips your pants off at that, tossing them towards the corner of the room and ultimately, to a place you'll probably never find them. Pushing your panties to the side, he licks his lips at the sight of your pussy, and flicks your clit with a smirk. You jump.

"H-Hey, that's not—"

He flattens his tongue against your slit and chuckles when you shudder, and after tossing both of your legs over his shoulders. You're not sure what he does after that though, because Hanta picks your face up by the chin and presses his lips to yours.

Denki slides a finger inside and you squeal against Hanta's chapped lips. You hear the electric blond moan, readjusting himself between your thighs, before you finally peel your lips off the noirette's, chest having from lack of oxygen.

"Such a pretty pussy, Baby," Denki gushes before his warm lips fold around your clit and he sucks, humming in surprise when you buck against his mouth. Hanta hooks his chin around your shoulder with a second joint dangling between his lips—and where it came from is beyond you.

Once he exhales, the joint finds its way between your lips and he instructs you to inhale, and the head rush afterwards has you digging your head into his chest.

"You're so wet, holy shit," Denki pulls away, lips strawberry pink and glossed with slick as he trades his both for his thumb and inserting another finger. It crooks just right and that's enough to make your hips buck, nails carving crescents in Hanta's thighs.

“T-There,” you whimper, wiggling your hips again, and Denki grins, thumb pressing into your clit. Your thighs quiver with the strain it takes to hold them back and Hanta’s calloused hands skip to your waist after dropping the burning joint off in the tray.

“Pull his hair,” the noirette commands, but you hesitate, hands glued to his thighs. Hanta sighs, reaching over you to tug for himself.

“Mph—fuck!” Denki’s eyelids flutter as he moans into your pussy with a new passion, his hands wrapping around your thighs to hold you in place. You gasp at his reaction, fingers scrambling under Hanta’s own to thread through his electric blond hair.

“Move your hips—grind against his face, c’mon,” Hanta’s grip tightens around your waist as he offers the suggestion, and you whimper with a nod before your bucking into Denki’s mouth without abandon. As the noirette trails butterfly kisses up the column of your neck, the coil in your gut snaps, and you barely have time to squeak out a warning before you’re flooding Denki’s mouth.

“Good girl...ride it out—there you go,” Hanta coos, biting your ear. You shiver as Denki pulls away with a final (and obscene) slurp, grinning like he didn’t just shatter you to pieces with nothing but his tongue and fingers.

Denki’s lips are on yours in a blink—you moan, legs still buzzing from the afterglow as you weakly grope for the small hairs on the back of his neck.

“Taste good, don’t ya?” He says with a click of a tongue after pulling away.

“I guess so,” you flush, the humiliation from so shamelessly digging your heels into Denki’s back finally settling in. Hanta reaches under your arm for Denki’s chin.

“What? Want a taste too?” The electric blond giggles, wiggling his eyebrows. Hanta snorts.

“If you could be so kind.”

Denki hums at that, placing a hand on your inner thigh for balance as he slams his lips on the noirette’s for the first time that night. He dives straight for the kill, tongue and teeth and everything, and Denki moas when Hanta’s teeth sink into his bottom lip; you find that you like it a lot.

Though eventually you tired of watching, and press the heel of your hand on Hanta’s hard cock through the fabric of his jeans. The pianist hisses, and you grin—you’ve got their attention now.

“Whoa Sweetheart, what are y—“

“I...I want more,” you assert despite the tremor in your voice. Hanta raises an eyebrow in question which has you pressing harder in hopes he’ll cave just as easily as before. Just in case, you add, “Please.”

Denki redirects your attention by squishing your cheeks until you’re looking him in the eyes. With dark eyes, he says, “You sure you want more, Cutie?”

You nod despite the restriction, “Wanna...wanna get to know you better.”

You watch Denki’s pupils dialate at that, and he can’t even hold back a groan when he says:

“Gods, Baby. We’re going to ruin you.”

unpopular opinion: bakugou's the bassist and kirishima's the drummer. fight me.

not me projecting 12yo sun's fantasy of getting railed in the tour bus by 5sos um—

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[drakenology]

Baby, Have My Babies - Ejiro Kirishima

summary: you and your pro hero fiancé take a romantic getaway for valentines day with one thing on his mind; baby making.

author’s note: oh hai! so this baby is for the corruption event @ultimate-astridwriting and @bummie is hosting for valentines day! shout out to them for including me 🥺. check out the other works that participated and as always enjoy!

warnings: smut! (minors no peeking!), breeding kink, use of the word “daddy” in the sack, unprotected sex, soft dom!kiri, prohero!kiri (the big bulky one with the long hair), dirrrrty talk, I cuss a lot and Kiri nuts a lot. all characters are aged up!

The night Kirishima proposed was a beautiful valentine’s night to remember. There you were, at one of the most expensive restaurants anyone could sit at in the middle of Bora Bora (your dream vacation spot), head empty. Just the image of your boyfriend, now fiancé kneeling down on one knee to pop the prettiest question.

“Will you marry me, baby?”, Crimson eyes full of love and adoration for you and only you as you gasp, your breath stolen as you watch him pull out the biggest diamond fucking ring you’d ever seen. Of course you said yes. Why the fuck wouldn’t you?

That same night you arrive at a hotel you were staying at in Bora Bora (the most romantic location to spend your valentines day). Kirishima saw to it that yours and his things would be taken up to the suite he had already reserved and decorated to surprise you.

You open the door swiftly, Kirishima’s chest swelling with pride when he hears your girlish squeal at the sight of the romantic decor (all done by yours truly). Flower pettles littered the carpet leading to the bed where countless gifts and a huge teddy bear rested. The room was covered in candles and roses and love. It smelled sweet like vanilla as a slow piano track played softly in the background. It was like a page out of a romance novel just opened up right in front of you.

Your eyes well up with tears at the wonderful gesture. Kirishima was always a romantic; his love language being gift giving and grand gestures, but he truly out did himself tonight. As you exclaim oo’s and ah’s at all of the suites glory you feel a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist.

“You like it, honey?” He asked, leaving a trail of fluttering kisses along your neck as you swoon at his touch.

“I love it. I love you, Kiri.” Gushing as you spin around on your heels to reach up and kiss him. Instinctively, He hoists you into his loving arms; your legs wrapped around his waist, his hands firmly gripping your ass as one falls to push all the teddy bears off the bed he needed you in.

He lays you carefully onto the bed and admired your body from way up there (boy is tall), drinking you in and groaning at the sight of your face looking up at him all flushed and innocent-like. God, he couldn’t wait to ruin you completely and thoroughly.

“I’ve been thinking baby..” Kiri started to say, ripping your poor dress in half with his seemingly handcrafted hands and chuckling at your high pitched squeak. “What if..” after pressing a wet kiss on your midriff, trailing the attention down just above where you wanted him. “..we tried *kiss* for a *kiss* baby..?”

You shudder at his minstrations, biting your lip as you feel him prod his thick fingers over your clothed pussy. You wince at the sound of his groan at the feeling of your wet pussy practically sticking to your panties.

“So whaddya say?” He persisted, cock growing at the burning question. You were already so drunk on him, his mouth leaving open mouthed kisses over your covered heat causing you to slowly lose focus on anything other than the thought of just being railed already.

“M-Mm-hm..” You manage, nodding your head as you feel Kirishima smirk against your panties.

“You gonna let me, baby? Gonna let me fuck that cunt? Hm?” At this point he’s slurping on your pussy as he’s talking to you with that filthy mouth of his. God yes, you wanted to say but he’s devouring so good the only thing you can say is his title.

“D-Daddy! Ughhn fuck.” You cry, nearing your end surprisingly fast as his soft lips wrap around your aching clit.

“C’mon, baby. Cum all over my fucking mouth.” He huffed against you, humming into your pussy as he reattached his lips onto the throbbing bud. You arch your back up off the bed, toes curling and eyes rolled at the back of your head as you do as you were told.

Curses leave your lips as Kirishima continues his assault on your pussy, fucking you through your orgasm and working on a second one as he now has those fingers inside you. You gasp, whimpering as he hooked his fingers just like always to drive you crazy. Works everytime.

“Daddy, p-please. S’too much!” You lament, trying to pry your poor overstimulated pussy away from the hungry beast devouring you.

Kirishima loves when you try to escape him; an ego trip floating in his mind as he watched you writhe and struggle to leave his strong grasp.

“Uh-uh baby, where ya goin’?” He teased, latching his mouth onto your pussy as he fingered you. His lips were replaced by his warm tongue, licking and sucking as he stroked your walls with his fingers. You melt under his touch, worrying that the other guests staying on your floor could hear your desperate cries for more.

“God, give it to me. Fuckin’ give it to me.” Kiri soothed, feeling your hands tangle into his long red tresses as another orgams ripped through your whole body. Your thighs clamp around his head as you shake like a leaf. He paused for a moment to take in your half-ruined body, hungry for the satisfaction completely railing you into a stuttering mess.

Kirishima sits right up and grabs your face to plant a sinful kiss, tongues tasting each other as moans exchange between the two of you.

He pulls away, slick coating his chin as he hoisted himself on top of you. He propped himself up on one arm, the other taking his bulging cock into his hand to tease against your dripping folds.

“So fucking wet, baby.” He panted, “Ready for me? Want my dick inside you? Huh baby?” He cooed, the only thing he can hear is an out of breath and whiny little baby begging for his dick.

Kirishima sat up, pulling you off the bed as he wrapped your legs around him. You mewl at his brut strength, him lifting you with such ease throwing you for a loop. You wrap your arms around his neck as he prodded himself at your soaking wet pussy, sinking your body down onto him as you both moan at the feeling.

“Gonna fill you so fucking good. You like that? You love it when I fuck you like this, dont you?” He rambled, your gummy walls felt so good wrapped around his swollen cock. His hands gripped your ass as he slammed you down onto his dick, the sudden deepness causing your nails to sink into his back.

You shriek everytime your pussy took him in, back arching as the head brushed up against your g-spot. Your legs are shaking again, watching your feet as they dangle at either side of Kirishima’s body. His thrusts are strong, purposeful as he used you like a fuck toy all while standing up.

Your pussy made embarrassing noises, Kirishima commenting as the assault continued more forcefully.

“Shiiit. I love your fucking pussy. So wet. All for me, yeah?” Your response frantic nonsense.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! Yes, daddy. G-give me more.” And so he does; his grip on your hips tighten as he slams you down slower and harder repeatedly hitting your g-spot at a new angle as he hunched over with you in his arms.

He started thrusting up into you, his large hand smacking down on your ass as he pounded you into nirvana.

“Mmm, you feel so fucking good, baby. Want me to fill you? You like it when I stuff you, huh?”

There was the familiar feeling coming yet again, stomach flipping and eyes fluttering as you sob into Kirishima’s neck.

“God, yes daddy! Cum inside me please, I-I need it.” You gripe, grabbing hold of one of your breasts as you attempt to grind into his thrusts in time with him.

“You need it, baby? Oh, I’m gonna give it to you. Just cum one more time for me.” He huffed, the feeling of your sopping wet walls clamping down onto him slowly becoming too much.

You pant, your face pulling into that little fucked out face Kirishima loved as you scream his name. Your whole body ignites, curses leaving your mouth as you cream all over his dick.

“Yeahhhh. That’s it baby. ‘M gonna fill you-fuck! I love you.” Kirishima said frantically; rutting into as few times before unloading himself inside you.

You feel his cum fill you up deliciously, the feeling of his dick throbbing inside you as he oozed causing you to whine. You feel him fuck his cum inside you; eager to breed you before pulling you off of his cock with a satisfied groan.

“Fuck sake.” He gasped. You were always such a good fuck. It should be illegal for your pussy to be that good. As he pulled out of your used hole, you felt the thick liquid drip out of you as Kirishima carried you to the master bathroom which was also candlelit.

“Let’s get cleaned up and keep this going. I can’t wait to see you waddling with my baby inside you.” He manifested. You hum into his chest as he cradled you like precious cargo, running the hot water for a bath for two.

“Love you” You slur, lazily dipping a finger into the bath.

“Ditto, babe.”

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[writteninkat]

Greed | Ushijima x reader

summary: "I didn't like how my teammates watched you a while ago." He admits, his hands clenching on the counter.

"I don't think they understand how you're mine and only mine." He whispers against the shell of your ear, his hot breath tickling shivers down your spine.

f!reader

word count: 3.5k

warning: 18+, name calling if u squint (???)

a/n: this is a reminder that you are amazing, you are loved and you matter. | masterlist for 100 followers event

The boy's volleyball team never paid any attention to the girls as they were always busy with their own training and the two teams played and trained in their own separate indoor volleyball courts. But today is a little different. The floor of your team's court needs changing so the girls and boys have to train under the same roof for a week, and it'll be the first time seeing each other play.

Toshi knew you play volleyball, he knows you were the ace, as a matter of fact, his whole team knows as well. But they didn't know you were this good.

You throw the ball up high in the air, jumping as high as you can and throwing your hand forward, slamming it at the ball. The impact of your hand at the ball always felt so good, the heat and sting of it always gave you some kind of adrenaline and you loved the feeling.

The ball is hit so hard your teammates at the other side of the net barely had any time to react before it hit the wooden floors, giving your side a point.

You smile widely, catching the ball the coach throws at you for a second chance at serving. "Y/n calm the fuck down!" Your teammate yells, "We're not playing for real right now have some mercy!"

"If you can't receive my serves, how are you going to receive the serves from other school who'll surely be better than me?" You yell back, doing another jump float, your form tricking the other team as if you're doing another hard serve, causing them to step away from the net. Your palm then simply pushes on the ball, resulting it to barely go over the net. The players at the other side dives in to try and save the ball, but it hits the ground a second before they do.

The whistle is blown and your side of the court wins. "Y/n! You're a menace to society!" Your teammate jokingly yells, fake-crying on the floor making you giggle. You walk over to your duffel bag on the bleachers and take out your towel, oblivious to the many pairs of eyes on you.

Your short shorts always rode up your thighs and sometimes even ass whenever you played, so you hated wearing the uniform but your long shorts were jn the washer right now, you didn't really have much of a choice. Your uniform hugged your body perfectly, every curve and every hill accentuated by the two pieces of cloth around you.

Your boyfriend's team are bewildered by your skills. They never expected you, so sweet, so gentle and so kind towards them being able to produce such monstrous serves and spikes.

"Y/n!" You hear Tendou call, creating an immediate smile across your face. You loved Tendou, after dating his best friend, the two of you became so close and it's as if you two are best friends too. You watch him run towards you, volleyball in hand. "I never knew you played so good."

"You guys are too busy to watch me play. Why? Wanna join me sometime?" Tendou smiles at your offer, immediately nodding his head. "Yes! Please! Let's olay at my hou-"

"There's no way Y/n's playing with you." Wakatoshi says involuntarily, his eyes widening at his words as his teammates give him questioning stares. He never raised his voice before, nor has he spoken without being spoken to. "Unless! Unless I play with her first." He covers it up, looking away with the faintest blush across his face.

You tilt your head to the side, putting two on two together before smirking. Ah, my adorable, jealous boyfriend. Whatever am I supposed to do with you?

When practice finishes, you go your separate ways from the team. Unlike them who had homes to return to, your home is three hours away from the school and no way in hell were you traveling a total of six hours a day just to get feom and to your house. Getting a dorm in the campus seemed a much better idea, plus, it helped you spend more time with your boyfriend.

A hand snakes its way around your waist and despite sweating for three hours tonight, you can still smell a combination of the scent of your boyfriend's perfume and his shampoo. He smells minty and fresh from his shampoo and at the same time he also smells of lavender and sandalwood.

He continues to wrap both his arms around you as he stands from behind you, his forehead on your shoulder. "Want me to give you a massage once we get back?" You ask, placing a hand on his forearm.

Wakatoshi doesn't speak for a moment and you were beginning to think he fell asleep, but moments later he lifts his head up and takes another step forward, your eyes widening as you feel him poke at your ass.

"I just realised I've never seen you in your uniform before," He breathes out, "You look so sexy baby."

Heat rises up your face, your boyfriend's never said anything like that before. Sure, he once complimented how good yer legs look in shorts or how he likes seeing you so 'comfortable' without a bra on, butbhe's never been straightforward like this.

You can feel yourself creating a pool of slick in your underwear. God, this can not be fucking happening...

"Let's go to my dorm." His voice is an octave lower and he sounds out of breath. "Girls aren't allowed in your dorm building."

"I know most of the people in that building and they know me, they won't tell. So come on," he pulls at you, leading you to his building. He looks back at you, neediness and lust filling his eyes. "I need you right now."

Toshi didn't need to sound like he was begging, you were still going to follow him, but now that he sounds like he wants you so bad he can't control himself anymore, it's making you wanna run to his dorm and rip his clothes off.

You bite on your lower lip, letting him lead you to where his room is.

As you pass through a hall, you smile and wave shyly at some of the familiar faces you see, they look as if they've just seen a ghost. But can you blame them? Ushijima Wakatoshi is currently leading a girl to his room. This is the first time, it should be recorded in the hall of fame or something.

Once the both of you reach his door, which is at the bery end of the hall, Toshi takes his ID card, about to swipe it to unlock the door until he stops midway. He turns around and looks at you straight in the eye, "You don't have to do this if you don't want to. I don't want to be force you."

You blink at him once, twice, thrice- you take the card from his fingers, quickly swiping it on the lock. You push your boyfriend inside the dorm before looking to your right where the boys in the hall still have their undivided attention at you. "It'll probably get loud, you guys play some music or something." You yell before entering the room and slamming the door behind you.

Immediately, you push your boyfriend onto the wall, leaning in to press your lips on his. Finally, being able to touch your boyfriend after a long day of tiring practice feels to freeing and good. A shiver runs up your spine when he licks your bottom lip, asking for entrance. When you grant it to him, he pushes his tongue inside your wet cavern, immediately exploring it like he's a curious speleologist.

His one hand grabs your waist, immediately being able to grab almost half of it given your size differences and his other hand cups your jaw, tilting your head to the side to gain better access.

Your hand travels down to the waistline of his sweatpants, pushing your hand inside, feeling strained cock from inside his underwear as your fingers skillfully stroke it.

"Mmmm-" You hum, pushing Toshi off lightly. "We need to take a shower first, we've been sweaty for hours." You tell him, your hand still going up and down his shaft.

He sighs, pulling your hand out of his pants before pulling you inside his bathroom. Inside, he pins you against the wall, his lips on yours as he begins to lift your shirt, only breaking the kiss when a piece of clothing has to come off from around your heads. He pushes your shorts down along with your underwear, letting them pool around your ankles. He pulls your body closer to him, the tip of his clothed cock pressing against your wet folds making you moan into his mouth.

With one hand, he clasps the lock of your bra behind you, letting it fall on the floor along with your other clothes as his other hand begins toying with your pussy.

"You feel so wet down there. Was it when my teammates were staring at you?" He growls, making you lift a questioning brow. "What... What are you talking about?" You breathe out, sucking in your bottom lip in between your teeth as you grind your hips against his hand, greedy for more friction.

"You like it when my teammates are watching you? Watching as those small fuckin shorts get caught in between your ass? Hmm?" Toshi pushes a fingers inside making you mewl, your walls clenching around it, wanting more. "You like it when people watch you?"

You shake your head, moaning out profanities as you dig your nails on the skin of his shoulders, still rolling your hips and still wanting more of him.

"N-no, no! I only want you to watch me, Toshi!" You whine, moaning loudly once again when he pushes yet again another finger. He scissors his fingers inside you as your walls clench around them hungrily, greedy for more. "You're fucking mine, you got that?" He grits, thrusting his fingers inside you, hitting the particular bundle of nerves again and again leaving you screaming in pleasure with just two of his fingers.

"Yes! Yes, oh yes! I'm yours, Toshi! Fuck!" Your eyes roll to the back of your head, feeling yourself shake as you cum around his fingers, your cunt squelching around them. You breathe heavily, rolling your hips as you ride out your orgasm.

Toshi takes his fingers out, causing you to whine unconsciously when your hole begins tightening around nothing. He places his hands on either of your lower thighs, pulling you up and hugging your legs around his waist as he leads you to his shower.

He puts you down, making sure you can stand by yourself before hooking his thumbs on either side of his sweats, pulling them down, letting them pool around his ankles. Your gaze is immediately on his member, it's looks so hard and red, the size much bigger than usual and precum is currently seeping out of it.

"Like what you see?" Toshi smirks, this whole side of him completely taking you off guard. You love it. You twist the shower knob on before getting on your knees before him. He steps forward towards you, watching you as you take his dick into your small hands.

You look up at him from below, opening your mouth as widely as you can, rolling your tongue out. You begin by giving his precum-covered head some kitten licks, cleaning it up beforetaking half of his length in your mouth. You hollow your mouth, pushing your head lower as you feel his tip already hit the back of your throat.

"Yeah, take that dick like you want it for dinner. My cockslut..." He hisses, taking you by the hair. He tugs on a fistful of your hair, causing you to roll your eyes back in pleasure and moan loudly, the vibration stirring your boyfriend up even more. He begins thrusting his hips slowly, throwing his head back as you play with his balls and the rest of him that you couldn't take in your mouth.

"That's right, lap up my cock so fucking good, angel. That's right- ah! oh god..." His breathing becomes irregular and his thrusts slowly become more frantic. The tip of his dick continues abusing the back of your throat and tears begin to pool on the corners of your eyes, your cunt dripping wet at the thought of your boyfriend face fucking you at this moment.

Your hand plays with your pussy, drawing circles around and on the clit, chasing after Toshi so the two of you can cum together. "That's right, you're mine. This mouth is mine, and I'm not fucking sharing you with anyone." He seethes, his thrusts getting sloppier and sloppier by the second until he thrusts particularly deep inside your mouth, the tip of his dick going down your throat as he cums inside you, hot liquid going down your throat has your pussy clenching around your own fingers.

He pulls out, watching as you swallow his load until your mouth is empty of his white seed. The corner of Toshi's hand twitches into a smirk as he wipes a thumb over your bottom lip, immediately you suck on it as you look up at him teasingly.

"Let's wash up, darling." He pulls you up, taking his shampoo bottle and squirting a small amount on his palm, wiping it on your hair continuously until it begins to bubble up. He then proceeds to pour his body wash all over your body, hands roaming around you.

He presses kisses on the shell of your ear as he massages and squeezes your breasts, pinching and pulling at your nipples before going down and washing your slippiery folds. He copies what he did to your breast down to your ass, kneading them like fine bread before guiding you when the water is hitting. As you wash off the soap suds, he pours the same kind of shampoo on his head, combing his fingers through his soap-sud covered hair before following it by lathering his soap all over his body. His hands go up and down his well defined abs and pecks, teasing you as he slowly trails it down to his shaft.

He watches you watch him clean himself, letting you pull him closer to you, letting himself be hit by the running water. Once all the soap is rinsed off, you step away from him and take a towel, drying off your hair infront of the mirror.

You watch in the reflection as Toshi walks out of the shower and towards you, his usual indifferent expression across his face. He runs his haze down your figure before pulling on your towel, setting it down on the counter.

He leans forward, trapping you between him and the counter as he places both of his hands on either sides of your body. "I didn't like how my teammates watched you a while ago." He admits, his hands clenching on the counter. "I don't think they understand how you're mine and only mine." He whispers against the shell of your ear, his hot breath tickling shivers down your spine.

"Why won't you make me yours?" You challenge him, looking at him dead in the eye. He looks at you for a second, two seconds, three- he spins you around, pressing his lips against yours.

"You're playing a really dangerous game, darling, and I'm not in the best mood tonight." He growls through the kiss, his tongue more aggressive and lips harsher than usual. "Show me how to play it, maybe I'll get to know the rules and it won't be as dangerous as you say it is." You shoot back, running your hands all over his naked torso, feeling ever elevation and dip of his sculpted chest and abs underneath the pads of your fingertips.

Toshi growls into the kiss, turning you around once again and pushing you down on the counter. He presses his tip against your dripping folds, slowly entering you as to not hurt you in any way. He lets you adjust to his size for a few moments and the moment you begin rolling your hips, he combs his fingers through your damp hair, pulling on it and forcing you to see yourself being fucked in front of the mirror.

He thrusts relentlessly into you, the tip of his cock hitting places your fingers never hit before. Your jaw hangs open as you moan loudly, taken in a trance at the feeling of your boyfriend abusing the certain bundle of nerves inside you.

Toshi lifts a leg up on your side, the feeling becoming more and more overwhelming as his thrusts become deeper, much faster and harder. Your walls clamp around him tightly, making him click his tongue. "Yeah that's it, this pussy is all fucking mine, isn't it."

He pulls at your hair, letting go of it before cupping your face, forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror. "Look at you. Look at how lewd you are right now. You feeling good clamping down on my cock like that?" He asks, his thrusts never once slowing down. The feeling becomes overwhelming to the point where you couldn't form words, and instead you nod your head as to not make a fool out of yourself.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you feel the knot tighten in your belly, your jaw hangs open as drool begins to drip out the corner of your mouth. Your boyfriend breathes heavily into your ear, "Wanna cum? You wanna cum right now?"

"Ye-yeah... yeah fuck...wanna...wanna cum... let... let me...cum...." You lose your capability to form coherent sentences and capability to talk. "I'm fucking you so dumb right now, aren't I?" Toshi smirks, shoving two of his fingers inside your mouth, pressing them on your tongue as he watches you make a mess out of yourself.

Your moans fill the bathroom completely and you feel yourself hanging by a thread, simoly waiting for a word, that one ward that'll have you releasing so hard your legs are for sure going to give out. Just one word-

"Alright my darling, you deserve this." Toshi growls into your ear, letting go of your face in the process. "Cum."

You cum all over his cock, your clenching walls trying to milk him of his own release. Your back arches and toes curl as your boyfriend continues thrusting inside you, thrusts becoming sloppy and uneven as well as his breath.

Once you finish, he pulls out, cumming all over your ass, hot white ropes of his release reaching all over your ass, back and some even on your hair. He moans loudly, throwing his head back as he presses his length on your ass. The two of you stay there panting for a good minute, soaking in what you just did before Toshi begins pulling away. He looks at his artwork on you, mentally patting himself and telling himself 'good job' before he snakes an arm around your limp body.

"Come on, I'll wash you up." He carries you back to the shower, once again going through the process of soaping your body to make sure you're clean before setting you down on his counter. You flinch and hiss at the contact of your pussy on his counter, it hurt.

Toshi kisses you all over you face, muttering apologies about being too harsh in return you tell him it wasn't his fault at all. He dries up your body and hair, letting you brush your teeth before carrying you to his bed. He dresses you up in his clothes and takes out your special kit- basically a box full of skin care products in case you slept over.

"I'll do your skin care for you, just lay down and relax yourself. He says, sitting cross legged on the floor as he rummages through the products inside the box. You look at him, smiling to yourself and asking yourself how the hell you got so lucky to score someone like him. "Do you want charcoal or a strawberry mask tonight?" He asks, holding up two of your favorite mask packs.

You place your hand on his cheek, caressing it softly. "I love you." You whisper out, his eyes widening as it catches him off guard. Toshi feels his heart sink to his tummy as butterflies flutter and dance all over it. He smiles, a faint blush across his cheek. "I love you more." He kisses the tip of your nose.

Toshi then proceeds to just stare at you for a few moments before looking like he snaps out of his trance. A deep blush takes over his face as he buries his face on your chest in embarrassment. You laugh loudly, asking him what was going on.

"You're too cute, I'm never sharing you or this side of you to anyone." He mumbles against your chest, making you smile widely. He turns his head to the side, eyelids halfway down, "I'm greedy for you and only you. Never sharing you with anyone, ever."

#ushijima x reader #ushijima x you #haikyuu ushijima #ushijima x y/n #hq ushijima #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima smut #ushijima fluff #haikyuu smut

[tteokdoroki]

prompt 8 where you and katsuki try choking and spitting but you accidentally start choking and coughing for you life and ends with fluff😁

katsuki bakugou x fem!reader.

tteokdoroki teaparty event masterpost!!

♡ prompt #8  —  reader and the character of choice try something new in the bedroom, it goes well or ends horribly wrong.

♡ genre: mdni 18+, fluff + smut.

♡ word count: 994.

♡ warnings: inexperienced!reader, experienced!bakugou, smut, choking, spitting, dirty talk.

♡ author’s notes: WEW OK!! this was fun i really hope you liked it :D

you’re not surprised to find out that sex with the pro hero dynamignt is far from boring, every night when your newfound lover coaxes you into his memory foam mattress and imported silk sheets. katsuki bakugou is an experienced man, knowing just how to make your body tingle before he’s even touched you properly— teaching you something knew in the bedroom every single time.

at first, you were hesitant in exploring your sexual relationship with a man who’d been with many before you, after all, you were still new to the dating scene as a boring civilian and him the number two; but each time katsuki claimed your body as his, he reassured you that he was all about you and no one else.

it was kind of hard not to believe the blonde when he had you pressed flush against the sheets, silk brushing at your pebbled nipples and making them impossibly harder. with every slow roll of his hips into yours, your body jolts up the bed that you claw so desperately at, seeing nothing but white spots of pleasure. katsuki’s hands map out the dips and curves in your skin, gripping at the flesh of your ass as he pulls you back and forth against his cock, gliding into your cunt due to your copious amounts of slick. you once were insecure about his much you’d drip against his pelvis, silken arousal slicing down the meat of your thighs— but katsuki had told you if you’ve never leaked like that before, whoever had been touching you, had been touching you wrong. he was right. no one had ever touched you like katsuki had, being with him made you feel like a virgin all over again.

“wanna try something new tonight angel,” the blonde rasps into the shell of your ear, making your pussy spasm around the head of his weighty girth as he drags himself from deep inside of you. “gonna try chokin’ my pretty baby, that okay?” his hands lace with yours, forcing you further into the mattress while his hips gyrate against your bare as and his precum paints your puffy clit. all you can do is moan needily in response, desperate for a new way to feel good. “gotta use your fuckin’ words with me baby, you know that.”

whining, you throw a look over your shoulder, lips bitten raw and red with a hazy look in your eye. “please dynamight, choke me.” excitement runs in tremors down your spin when the explosive hero lets out a primal growl. the sound reverberates through your body as he lifts you against his toned and scarred chest, making you clench down hard around him. marked fingertips dance up your bare skin, only stopping at your breasts to pinch and tweak your nipples, before finally settling around the column of your bitten and bruised throat. katsuki’s breath is hot against your shoulders, his laboured moans causing heat to pool in the depths of your stomach— the fire of desire burning brighter than ever before. his freehand drops to your clit, drawing slow circles into it.

“yeah? you like that pretty thing? ‘course you fuckin’ do, look so cute with my hands wrapped around your lil neck, yn.” the blonde chuckles, watching as your body arches from his touch. the fingers that hold all control of your breathing, squeeze gently and you swear you feel yourself gush against the pro hero. “and what about when i squeeze like that? can feel your tight lil hole stranglin’ my cock angel…” katsuki’s voice lowers— teasing tone littered right through it. your innocence and reaction to each of his touches fills him with a feral pride and he tilts your head up to his, spitting directly into your mouth that hangs open in a moan.

you’re unprepared formthe sensation of his saliva hitting the back of your throat— the feeling new to you. it shocks you and before you know it, you’re choking for a whole new reason. spluttering, you tap out on bakugou’s shoulder, who drops you to the bed in a daze. your boyfriend panics and skips from your heat, vermillion eyes frantic as he rolls you over to check that you’re still alive and breathing. “oh my god, that was not what i was expecting…” you giggle when your gaze meets his worried one. “at least warn me before you throw a spitball in my mouth!”

the pro hero breathes a sigh of relief, reaching for a pillow before smacking it down against your face, still leaning over it. “how the fuck was i supposed to know you were gonna actually choke? you scared me shitless, you fuckin’ brat.” you know that he isn’t really that mad at you, from the way he swoops down to plant a chaste kiss on your cherry lips— you hum, accepting the affection, a gesture he gives to confirm that you’re really alright.

“how was i supposed to know you were gonna spit on me?!” you bite back, pulling your boyfriend to lie down with you instead of leaning over you.

he whines, curling into your arms, he was a huge sucker when it came to cuddling you. “was s’pposed to be hot.”

“you are hot, the hottest man i’ve ever seen!” your fingers descend on katsuki’s hair, scratching your nails against his scalp to relieve some of the awkward tension. “although, that spitball might have been hotter.”

this time, bakugou laughs and pushes your elbow, smiling up at you. “well there’s plenty more spitballs where that came from, cutie.” he growls playfully, rolling over to straddle you as he attacks you with kisses once more.

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[fuwushiguro]

I think bartender!twice would be good for ur job event😾 and I'm in the mood for fluff so make it sfw if u can 😃

Just take your time on this 🙌🏻 ALSO I WANNA SAY I LOVE UR WORKS 😡💖 ESPECIALLY THAT WHEN U WRITE ABOUT JIN

Notes: omg I am soooo not a fluff person at all I think I've only written it once so I hope this doesn't disappoint! I'm glad you love my writing and I love writing for Jin!! Das my baby fr... he deserves so much love

Warnings: twice bein a god damn CUTIE

bartender!Twice x f!Reader

Is there anything more embarrassing than being stood up on a blind date? Yes. There is. Being stood up on a date from your boyfriend of three years, and dumped by text. You were all dressed up and ready to enjoy your evening with him, and then he drops this bombshell on you. You were sitting at the bar with your drink, and you even ordered his for him too. But now, you look totally pathetic and your makeup is ruined.

"Are you okay?" you hear. You aren't sure from where. Your mind is too clouded with sorrow from the text you just received. But as you look around a little, you see the bartender cleaning glasses on the other end of the bar. You smile and nod, but instantly begin to cry again. Because it's a lie. You're not okay at all.

He comes closer to you as he continues cleaning the glasses. It's sweet of him to take an interest. And you definitely could use a friendly ear right now.

"Is your cryin' somethin' to do with that extra drink you have?" he wonders. You nod.

"My boyfriend, he-" you sniffled. "I've just been, been dumped. B-By text-" you bawl. He sighs and attempts to hush you down.

"Fuckin' asshole." he speaks. "Does he have a vision impairment or somethin'? Dickhead clearly doesn't see a good thing when he's got it." he spoke. He didn't smile when he talked, his face barely changed. It made you feel like he was being honest with you, genuine. It made you smile. He had nothing to gain from lying to you.

Another thirty minutes passed while he let you tell him a little more about your relationship. The time was getting close to 11pm. He didn't want to interrupt you, but-

"Listen babe, my shifts ending now." he sighed.

"Oh, okay I'm sorry for talking your ear off." you huffed, disappointed that you were going to have to be without his company. It had been so great to get everything off your chest.

"Nah, listen." he told you as he picked up a napkin and pulled a pen out of his jeans. He scribbled so quickly, and then the white, delicate material found itself in your hands. "This is my number. I think you're cute but I'm not gonna hit on you while you're fragile." he told you.

"Oh, um-"

"And I'd love to walk you home tonight, make sure you get inside safely." he alerts you. You're grinning bashfully. He's so sweet. Why are you so embarrassed?

"I'd like that." you tell him.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

He dressed himself in his outwear and sorted everything he needed to so that he could leave for the evening. He held his hand out for you, and you were more than happy to take it as he guided you out of the bar. The cold night air hit you like a bus, he removed his jacket and wrapped it around you. He held an arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer into his body.

"Use that number whenever you need someone to talk to, okay? Breakups are shitty." he muses. You smile at that.

"They are so shitty." you respond. "But at least I got to talk to you tonight." you add.

"God you're fuckin' cute," you laughs, "already lookin' at the positives."

this is part of my ON THE JOB event

© 2021 fuwushiguro

#jin bubaigawara #league of villains fluff #bnha twice #mha twice #mha drabble #bnha drabble #bnha fluff #mha fluff #jin bubaigawara x reader #jin bubaigawara fluff #cafe employee

[vampiredecay]

Hey dear, i have a weird request but could you do a Lost boys X reader or Marko x reader Where all the boys (Marko Dwayne David paul Micheal all of them or just marko Dwayne David paul) see the reader re put bandages on his scar but the scars would be like carls in the walking dead and they see the scar ( i wonder how they would react to it?)

thank you so much for the request, sorry it took me a hot second to post! its longer than my other stories on here so far, so i hope that makes up for it. i also hope that you like what i did with it!! its angsty in the beginning but it gets fluffier <3

Scar Tissue

rating: teen

word count: 2,908

tags/warnings: swearing, mentions of being in pain, mentions of scars, mentions of being in the hospital, harassment, fluff, the boys being sweet, the lost boys x male!reader, male pronouns used, poly!lost boys

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You could have never predicted how your life had gone so sideways. Not in a million years- before the accident, you were pretty much an average joe. Decent family, decent friends, decent existence. Nothing was ever really exciting, but you were okay with that. Life didn’t need to be crazy or unpredictable to be fulfilling.

But, you supposed, the price of being a living being on this Earth was that life could never truly be predictable at all. It couldn’t be, with the events that followed you losing your eye, and pretty much all normalcy you grew to live with.

It was extremely painful at first, physically and emotionally. You had lost a vital part of your body, and you could never get it back. It was disorienting, and uncomfortable, like an itch you could never scratch. The skin around your eye was incredibly sensitive, the lightest movement or touch sending shockwaves of burning pain through your nerves. Tears were always on the brink of spilling over anytime you or a doctor had to replace medicine and bandages to keep the wound clean.

In the end, the pain wasn’t the worst part about it. No, you could deal with the pain. The people in your life, however, suddenly changing and disappearing was way, way worse.

Friends slowly stop coming to visit you at the hospital, calls go unanswered, gazes averted. Your parents supported you, of course. They still loved you, and you knew nothing could change that. But sometimes even they got this look in their eyes, something a little too close to pity.

It was an incredibly lonely first couple of months.

But the loneliness and the heartache slowly healed, along with your eye. The scarring lightened and stopped bleeding, and your skin no longer felt as if it was on fire every time you turned your head. You still had to keep it under wraps, to keep out infection, and to keep other people from seeing how bad it was. You knew that people seeing the bandages would cause looks and questions, but it was better than people actually seeing the wound, which would surely cause reactions that you didn’t have the patience to deal with.

As you were healing, you were also relearning how to do things in your daily life. Your sight and depth perception drastically changed, so things like walking and doing simple tasks had to be practiced all over again. You had to take things slow, which you hated, you couldn’t leave the house very often until you got used to walking without bumping into things.

The first place you wanted to go once you were able to was the boardwalk. It was one of your favorite places in the world, so loud and full of life and happiness. It was absolutely what you needed after all of the hardship you had to deal with lately.

So one night, when it got late and your parents turned in for the night, you went out and caught a bus to the nearest stop to the boardwalk. From there you walked until you saw the bright lights and heard loud screaming and chatter and laughter. You smiled as you took in the sight of the people and the games and the rides, it felt like you were breathing for the first time in months.

The first thing you did was buy a big thing of cotton candy and a soda, roaming the boardwalk and consuming sugary goodness. As you walked, you noticed that some people were giving you looks, but you ignored them, focused on just having a good time and living your best life.

Walking around for long periods of time still gave you a bit of trouble, you were starting to get a little dizzy, so after a bit you sat down on a bench to give your brain time to catch up with the rest of your body. This was nice too, you got to relax and just watch people for a bit. There were all sorts of people out tonight, families and tourists and couples, teenagers and surf nazis and locals, all in one spot, the heart of Santa Carla, enjoying the wonders it had to offer.

There was a group of guys that caught your eye, though. You didn’t mean to stare at them; in fact, you knew not to, you’ve seen them around the boardwalk in the past, and heard the rumors surrounding them. But, in your defense, it has been a while since you’ve been there, and you forgot how magnetic they can be.

They were milling near their motorbikes, smoking and talking and lightly harassing anyone that happened to walk by. Three blondes and two brunettes- had there always been five of them? You could have sworn there was only four- all dressed in black and leather, looking dangerous and infuriatingly hot. You would have noticed more, but by accident you make eye contact with one of the guys and you rip your attention away from them.

Shit, god damnit, you’ve been spotted now. There’s only one thing to do, and it’s to walk quickly away and hope you don’t run into them later.

You get up too quickly though, and you stumble straight into a man walking with who you assume to be his girlfriend.

“Hey! Watch it-” He starts to say, pissed off that someone ran into him, but then he takes a good look at you and lets out a laugh. “Oh, I guess you really can’t, huh?”

The girlfriend lets out a giggle, smirking behind a hand over her lips. You mumble out an apology and try to go around them, but the man blocks your path. “What was that? C’mon man I can’t hear you, you mute too or something?”

You look up at him and scoff, anger building inside you. Who the hell did this asshole think he was? Without thinking, you say “Yeah, real funny and original. Bet lines like that really score you in bed.”

There’s some laughter around you, making you realize that a crowd has been drawn. The man’s face turned bright red, his mouth curved downward into a frown and he got up in your space. “Oh, so you’re a tough guy now, huh?” He pushed you in the chest, making you stumble back. You get dizzy and almost fall, but you don’t hit the ground. Instead, your back hits someone's chest. You freeze, then slowly turn your head, to see a guy with spiky platinum blond hair staring at the man who pushed you. The four other guys with him were also there, glaring at the crowd of people just watching.

You turned to look back at the man who pushed you, all the color was drained from his face. His girlfriend was clutching his arm, trying to pull the man away but his feet were glued in place. The blond behind you smirked.

“There a problem here?”

The silence that swept over was deafening and unnatural, it was like all of the boardwalk was holding its breath waiting for an answer. The man swallowed, eyes gliding over the gang behind you, not focusing on one spot. “N-No, man. No problem.”

You let out a breath as you watch the man and his girlfriend back up, and the crowd starts to disperse. The man behind you gives a shark-like grin and chuckles deep. “Wonderful.” He says, and he wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you away. You can hear your heart thundering in your chest as you walk away with them, listening as they laugh and push each other.

“N-No m-man, n-no p-problem!” One of the blonds says in a mocking wavering tone, “What a fuckin pussy!” The gang starts laughing again, it feels like the ground underneath your feet is rumbling from the force of it. After a little more walking, they stop in front of a different bench and gesture for you to sit down.

“Take a load off, little man!” You snorted as you sat down, grinning despite the slight lightheadedness. Two of the blonds sat next to you, one with a wild mane of hair and a smile to match swinging an arm behind you. You look at all of them, nodding your head a little bit. “Thank you,” You said softly, “You didn’t have to do that.”

The spiky blond shrugged his shoulders and asked, “What’s your name?”

“Y/N” You said, and he nodded. “I’m David. This is Dwayne, Michael,” He gestured to the two brunettes, one with curly hair and sunglasses hanging off his shirt, the other with longer straight hair and not wearing a shirt at all. “And that’s Paul and Marko.” The two blonds next to you do little waves, the one that wasn’t right next to you has curly hair and a jacket so cluttered with patches it must be heavy.

“It’s lovely to meet you, Y/N!” Paul says, nudging his knee against yours, making you smile more. “It’s good to meet you guys, too.”

After the introductions were out of the way, David offered for you to hang out with them, but you declined, saying you needed to get home. At that David offered a ride instead. You hesitated, but accepted in the end. Riding behind him on his bike was terrifying and exhilarating, you clutched his middle tightly the whole way home, but the blond didn’t seem to mind.

“You should come to the boardwalk more often,” David said as you got off his bike, now at your house. He smiled at you like he was letting you in on a secret, “We’re there all night.”

From that point on, you couldn’t ignore the boy's siren call. The next couple days you would take the bus over, wander until you found them, and then do stupid shit with them all night. A lot of it consisted of them terrorizing people who even looked at them funny, but you didn’t find it scary anymore. You found it powerful. It was the best you’ve felt in a long time.

It wasn’t long, though, until the questions started. You supposed you should have seen it coming, but hanging out with them honestly made you forget.

“So Y/N,” Paul said one night, it was just you and him and Marko. You were leaning against the railing in front of the carousel, waiting for the others to get back from getting food. When you looked over at Paul, he asked “What’s up with the eye?”

Marko punched Paul's shoulder, giving him a look, and Paul threw his hands up dramatically. “What? I don’t mean anything by it, I’m just curious.”

You sighed a little bit, mulling over what to say. You weren’t mad that he asked, you just hated talking about it. “There’s nothing much to say.” You said after a couple seconds of silence. “I was in an accident. Got fucked up. End of story.” Paul and Marko both nodded, taking the hint not to ask anymore. The taller blond wrapped an arm around your shoulders and rested his chin on top of your head. A silent apology. You smiled a little and leaned into him, letting him know it was okay.

After that, David, Dwayne and Michael arrived back with food, and once everyone settled down at a nearby table to eat, David proposed that they go back to their place after eating. You were nervous to accept, but they were cool guys so far, so you didn’t see the harm in it.

Before you could voice your opinion, however, a sudden cold, wet substance suddenly splashed all over your face. You yelped and got up, trying to shake off whatever the fuck it was, when you heard laughter getting distant. Suddenly, the boys were all getting up and shouting, someone was holding onto your shoulders, and when you wiped at your eye you could see it was Dwayne. He looked absolutely livid.

“What the fuck just happened?” You asked, looking down at yourself, disgusted to find that your clothes were soaked now too. The brunette gripped your shoulders a little tighter, not enough to hurt but the pressure was there, “Some people have a death wish.”

You would have asked him to elaborate, but then something dawned on you. “Oh shit!” You exclaim, hand going up to your bandaged eye. “Fuck, I have to get home, I have to change this, fuck!” Dwayne's eyes widened a little, and he nodded, calling attention to the other boys, who were all talking angrily to each other. They all looked over, and when they heard that you needed to change your bandage, they all hurried over. “Our place is closer. Michael, take Y/N to get the supplies he needs. We’ll meet back up at the hotel.” David all but commanded, and everyone seemed to be in agreement. The rest of the boys took off on their bikes while Michael steered you in the direction of a small convenience store on the edge of the boardwalk.

“You okay?” Michael asked, worry written all over his face. You nodded at him, though in reality you were feeling gross, sticky and anxious as hell. You thought it was so nice of them to help you out, really, but you knew this meant that they would probably end up seeing your eye. Seeing your scars. The thought alone was enough to make you slightly nauseous. The brunette could tell that something more was going on with you, so he gently took your hand as you approached the shop. You looked at him, and he smiled at you, squeezing your hand gently. You gave a light smile back and looked away.

After buying the necessary wrap, tape and some bottles of water, you both get on Michaels bike and ride off to their place. You were just thinking about it now, David had said the word “hotel”. Did they stay at an actual hotel?

It didn’t take you long to figure out. When you arrived at the hotel, that was really more of a cave, you were in absolute awe of the place. It was massive and beautiful, you couldn’t believe these guys actually lived here. You had so many questions, but now that you were here, they would have to come after.

Michael led you over to a slightly dusty couch and you sat down, holding the items in your hands nervously. Everyone was sitting around you, you had a very attentive audience that you didn’t really want.

“Is there, uh, a private place I could do this?” You asked, and your heart sank when they shook their heads. “Most of the rooms collapsed when the earthquake hit. There’s not much left, and the parts that remain are too dangerous to go into.” Marko explained, and you sighed. You supposed there was no getting around it.

“Okay, well. Just, don’t say anything, okay?” You got out the bandage wrap from its packaging and took a deep breath. Slowly, you unwrapped the dirty bandage from around your face, revealing your eye to the boys.

All of their facial expressions changed, some more surprised than others. David looked the least shocked, eyes of steel trained on your face, just looking. Dwayne and Michael looked a little more concerned, Michael especially, but otherwise they tried to keep their expressions neutral. Paul and Marko looked intrigued, if anything. Like they wanted to ask questions but were reigning themselves in.

Overall, they kept quiet, and they didn’t shy away from your appearance, so you counted your blessings as you cleaned and dressed your eye as quickly as possible. When you were all finished, Marko and Paul launched themselves at you, sitting next to you with wide smiles on their faces.

“Dude! You’re so badass!” Paul shouted, and Marko was quick to agree. “You should get an eyepatch or something. Crank up the badass factor.”

You laughed at their antics, blushing a bit at their words. You could tell that they really thought you were actually cool. It warmed your chest and you smiled as they went on about eyepatch ideas.

Eventually, David dragged the two away, saying it's getting late and they should probably take you home now. You nodded in agreement, letting out a yawn. You didn’t realize just how tired you were.

Dwayne was the one who ended up taking you home, the ride was a lot gentler and smoother than it usually was, which you were grateful for. When you arrived at your house, and you got off his bike, Dwayne pulled on your arm before you could leave. You looked at him, confused, but then he got off his bike, and he stood in front of you, and he leaned down to place a gentle kiss on your cheek. You froze, heart pounding. Dwayne pulled away and let go, giving you a small smile. “Have a good night, Y/N.”

You swallowed hard as he got back on his bike. “Yeah- you too.” You stumbled out, making him chuckle. He then rode back off into the night, and you were left stunned on your front lawn.

You didn’t know what would happen now, you had absolutely no clue when it came to the gang of bikers. But you found yourself at peace with it.

Life could never be predictable anymore. And you were more than okay with that.

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