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izukus-sugar-baby · 3 years

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Checked out.. Three times?

Warning: sex LMAO- eating, drinking, touching... limo-make out

word count: 4.5k

Part One, Part Two.

“You're an asshole..”

You hissed, letting his tie go and giving him a small shove as you sat down. He looked down at his drink, picking the glass up between his fingers and bringing it up to his lips. “I’m sure you can act better than that." He teased as he took a sip, not expecting to feel your heel to be so high on his thigh. You thought to yourself for a moment. Was this too far? You nudged his leg open some more, rubbing against his inner thigh before leaning down to press your heel against his bulge. He didn't seem to look upset with it, nor push you away.

He glared at you, quickly setting his drink down as he let out a small cough. He's never snatched something up so quickly, grabbing your ankle and making sure to yank it towards his stomach so you had slipped downward in your seat. "Behave. I can play like that too, baby."

You huffed, trying to pull your ankle away until you looked at him. "Let go." You pulled some more, hearing him chuckle before finally letting go. You dropped your foot onto the floor, hearing the clink of your heel. "Fuck you."

He rolled his eyes as he let out another chuckle. Malachite eyes watching your pretty lips sip at your glass. The calamari came to the table, along with a few plates by someone other than your waitress just for the both of them to scurry off. "You got so mean, Angel. You okay?" He didn't wanna push you past your comfort zone. You crossed your arms, huffing and giving him a nod.. but that wasn't enough. "No, Say it." He took a piece of calamari, popping it into his mouth. You took a piece as well after letting yourself meet his gaze.

"I'm just fine, Izuku.." You pouted slightly as you tried the calamari. It wasn't half bad! I mean, It was fried but it was still kinda… squishy? You looked up at him. "What is it?" You grabbed your fork, poking around the plate.

"Squid." He ate another piece, watching your face scrunch up. He let out a loud laugh, covering his mouth with one hand so he hadn't spat everywhere. "You didn't look like it was that bad." He couldn't help it!

"Squid makes it so much more.. gross." You tried another small piece with your fork, watching the waitress visit the table. You looked over at her, seeing Izuku from the corner of your eye try to straighten up.

"You guys like it?" She asked with a smile, looking back and forth between the two of you. Izuku nodded, answering for the both of you. He knew you didn't really like it. But he didn't want to say no. Maybe he'll finish it off later? "I'm glad! I checked on your food and it will be out in no time!" You smiled, nodding as she walked to visit another one of her tables.

"You can bring it home.. I don't know if this shit warms up well- I'll pay for it." You grabbed your bag, huffing and feeling his large hand reach across the table to lay against yours.

"Don't, it's okay. I got it, y/n." He pulled your hand up to his lips for a kiss. He didn't mind whatsoever, it was good! You smiled, messing with the cloth napkin that your silverware laid upon. He is so sweet..

"I could get used to being called Angel.." You murmured, pulling out your phone. "We should at least take a picture!" You smile up at the hero before earning a smile back. You quickly get up, plopping right next to him. You extend your arm out, taking the picture as the two of you shined your teeth at the camera. You then took another, this one had just been you kissing him on the cheek. His face turned a bit red, not expecting it at all, not that he minded.

You sent the two photos to him, going to get up until Deku slid an arm tightly around your waist. You then see food being placed in front of him- He was saving you from being burnt by your plate or from bumping into anyone. You laughed, staying tightly against him and watching the steam rise from your food before it was placed in front of you as well.

You beamed, thanking the person who had brought you the food. Izuku chirped in a thank you as well before digging into his food. He cut off a small bite off of what he had just to put it to your lips. "Try it, I bet you'll love it." You huffed, opening your mouth slowly. It looked.. wet. Slimy even. Although it looked like it wouldn't taste as good as it did.. You liked it!

You smiled up at him as you cut your steak. "It's good! You want a bite of my food?" You cut off a piece, holding the fork out in case he said yes. He thought for a moment, finishing whatever he was chewing on to lean down and eat the bite you had given him. Steak wasn't his favorite, but it was good too!

You two share bites back and forth, Still eating your own food of course, Making small talk for at least another 30 minutes. You both were stuffed! It was super good and you were glad you had such a good time.

You two were still leaning up against each other when the waitress bought the check. She stopped in her tracks a moment, deciding to give it to you.. Just for Izuku to kindly take it from your arms. You attempted to look at the price, but he didn't even look! He placed his card in and handed the check back.

He looked down at you, staring at those pretty, full lips. He wanted them around his cock. Bad. "Hey Angel, You wanna watch a movie after this?" He rubbed his hand up your arm, silently asking to play with your hair. You leaned into his touch, watching him twirl the ends of your hair between his fingers.

"Sure, I'd love to.." You tapped the table with your nails. "Your place?" You had been all dolled up, it wasn't.. movie theater appropriate? You'd rather go to your/his place to chill out.

He nodded, kissing your cheek softly. "My place sounds fine. You wanna change at my place too? I'll give you some of my old clothes. I know you want this dress off fast.."

"Not as fast as you want it off." You looked at him with an innocent look on your face despite your words. He let out a chuckle, pinching your arm. The waitress was back in no time, placing the receipt down with the card.

"I hope you two have a good night!" She spoke, attempting to scurry off before Izuku started speaking. He took the receipt into his wallet along with his card, pulling out a fifty and handing it to the woman. "Here, I know you're busy tonight. Thanks for takin' care of us." He smiled, watching her squeal and take it. "Thank you so much!" She laughed happily, running off to go tell her friends or.. whatever she was going to do. She's not relevant to the story anymore-

You scooted out of the booth, putting your hand out for him. You helped him up, scooping your arm around his as you two walked right out the door. The limo was right outside, waiting for you two to get in. Did he text the driver? Had they been there the whole time? You didn't give it much thought, watching Izuku open the door for you. You hopped in, scooting to your seat so he had enough room to hop in.

Almost immediately after he shut the door, his hands were around you to pull you close to him. "Can.. Can I kiss you? On the lips?" You could tell by his face he felt a bit flushed. You nodded, leaning up just for his big frame to pull you closer by your hips.

You whimpered after feeling how needy he was for just a kiss. It was sloppy.. But it was so passionate at the same time. You began to sit up a bit more, feeling him place you onto his thigh so he hadn't been leaning down so much. You were still much smaller than him, having to sit on his lap for a proper kiss. He is so fucking strong.. Picking me up like it wasn't nothin'. You thought to yourself.

He slowly opened his eyes, staring at you with a cloudy, hazy look. He wanted to see if there were any signs of resistance.. But after you hadn't pulled away, He closed them once more. He couldn't stop tugging on the silky fabric of your dress, it was so soft.. He wanted to rip it off your body. Would you let him? He'll buy you a new one. He swears by it.

You began running your hands through those pretty dark green curls. Hearing him letting out soft whimpers before mumbling something. The next thing you knew, the hero was shoving his tongue down your throat. You made sure to keep him close, feeling your poor clit rubbing against his thigh from his rough movements. Despite not trying to, you let out a few moans as well. You shivered, tugging on those pretty curls that laid atop of his head. You felt his grip loosen from your hips, sliding his hands down towards your thighs to keep a better hold of you.

He groaned, letting his eye open slightly at the feeling of the limo arriving at his place. He pulled away from you, panting quietly as he planted another kiss onto your forehead. He had lip gloss smeared on his lips, but he sure as hell didn't mind. "Come on Angel, We're here." He let you get out first, kissing your shoulder as he stood behind you. He shut the door and held your waist close to his hip as he walked up the steps that took you two to his door.

You stared up at the house, There was enough for himself and at least 3 extra rooms to hold. Why would he have such a big house to himself? You thought for a moment, hearing the door click in front of you before opening.

"Go ahead baby," He speaks softly, rubbing the small of your back and letting you go up first. Following after you, he flicked a few lights on. "Here, I'll take you up to my room and you can change out of the dress.. unless you want to stay in it?" He didn't want to pressure you, just didn't want you praying to go home because you were stuck in a dress the whole time. He took his shoes off, locking the door back.

Your eyes flicker to him, still soaking in the smell of apple and cinnamon from his home. It was beautiful.. Marble counters, a leather sofa, a 75in TV.. "I didn't bring any extra clothes Zuku," You laughed, feeling his big hand clasp yours. You began taking off your own shoes, setting the pretty heels next to the door. You smiled up at him once you were done, squeezing his hand.

"Wear something of mine, Is that okay?" He headed towards his room after earning a nod from you. Picture frames hung upon the walls, His family maybe? Friends and other pro-heros you'd seen on the news posed with him on his beige walls. His bedroom door creaked open, a king-sized mattress with silk pillowcases and a dark grey bedspread sat in the middle of the room next to a dresser. A small nightstand, alarm clock, and lamp sat on the other side of the bed. He had pretty good taste!

He let you go, searching in the closet for something not as big as what he'd normally wear. He found a older shirt that had been advertising some business before looking for at least some pajama pants. He didn't bother having shorts to lounge in. Finding a few pairs, he laid them on the bed and started to untie his tie. "I'll go change in the bathroom, Let me know when you're done!” He grabbed his hanger for his suit, looking for his own clothes to wear.

"Thank you, Zuku.." You smiled, watching his shoulders tense a bit. Did he not like the nickname? You just said it not too long ago.? You sat on the bed and began to take out your earrings.

"Of.. Of course y/n.." He turned a bit red at the nickname, leaning down to kiss your cheek before walking to the bathroom and shutting the door behind him. He looked at himself in the mirror, flustered and scrambling to keep himself together. You gave him butterflies with that honey-laced voice of yours. He froze for a moment, looking for any wipes so that you would wipe off your make-up. He immediately froze, thinking for a moment Were you spending the night? Did I even ask?? It might have been rude to assume..

He didn't want to ask, whatever happens will happen. He's not going to make you feel obligated to do anything. Sometime later, after hanging his suit onto the hanger, he knocked on the door. "You done yet? Take your time if not! I was going to go pop in a mo-"

You opened the door, cutting him off. His pants were too long on you but they fit otherwise! You looked up at him, "What was that sweetheart?" You stood to the side, watching him go to hang up his tux. What you hadn't noticed was where his eyes went as soon as the door opened.

"Whatever you want. I have Hulu, Netflix, We can watch some movies on HBO or something?" So cute in my clothes.. Were you wearing a bra? God I bet your tits are so fucking pretty.. He thought to himself, feeling his cock twitch in his own clothes. He shook his head before walking right back out the door. He let you go first once more, turning out the light and walking you back down the hallway as he readjusted his pants.

You shuffled your feet onto the carpeted floor with a smile before sitting down. He sat onto the couch before patting the seat next to him for you to scoot over. His face broke into a bigger grin seeing you scoot over so obediently. He wrapped his arm around you, flicking through Netflix. "Anything certain you wanna watch?" He asked, leaning his head onto yours.

You shrugged, taking the remote from him and looking for yourself. It didn't really matter what movie was picked, Whatever would be good background noise right? You turned on some movie called Due Date, leaning over to snatch the blanket that had been thrown onto the arm of the couch. You put it over the both of you, leaning to set the remote onto the glass coffee table. He had little all-might coasters.. How cute.

He grabbed his phone, using it to dim the lights in the living room before rubbing your shoulder. "Hey Angel?" He asked softly, moving his head from yours to look down at you. He watched your eyes meet, leaning down for another kiss like earlier.

You kissed back without hesitation, cupping his face and letting his scruff lightly scratch at your palm. He wasted no time setting you on his lap again. His hungry state had been the most uncaring he's been all night, you didn't mind one bit. Shoving his tongue into your mouth and gripping your hips so hard they might bruise. He needed you. Grinding you against him like a hungry animal. He allowed his bulge bump against your clit, feeling you moan into his mouth. You were intoxicating..

He dragged his wet kisses down to your neck, chuckling as you struggled to catch your breath. Did he make you feel that good? He ran his hands up to your chest, feeling you grind without his force biting down on your neck. He loved the way you leaned into him.

You couldn't help but grind against him as much as you were. You could feel his cool hands slide your shirt off and pulling it off of you. You then helped get it off of your arms, throwing it to the floor and out of sight.

He stared down at your chest, looking up at you. He looked as if asking permission to kiss you. You gave a small nod before seeing his eyes light up. He proceeded to kiss your tits, leaving marks all over you. You gave a sharp tug at his hair before he lifted you into his arms. He looked up at your slacked jaw, taking a small bite onto your side as he carried you to his room. You let out a loud giggle or two as he laid you against his bed, kissing all over you.

He had no idea how much he'd like those legs of yours to cling around his body.. Kissing down your pretty tummy and pausing at the hem of the pajamas you wore, he murmured to you. "You really want me baby? You want me to ruin you?" He stood up properly to take his own clothes off, watching you tremble under him.

"Yes, Please Zuku.." You muttered, letting your arms cross upon your face. The feeling his hands moving them away made you whine. He didn't speak at all, but you got the message and laid your arms above your head. Your eyes traveled down his bare chest, shutting your legs around him in a failed attempt to close them at the look of his happy trail leading into his boxers.

"Take these pants off for me, Angel." He tugged at the hem, watching you get up shyly to do as told. Soon after, he kisses your forehead and began pulling you to sit up. "Let daddy fuck your tits hm? Please?" He gave them a soft squeeze before taking his hard-on out. He tugged off the rest of his clothes for you, not breaking eye contact.

You nodded slowly, feeling him cup your face. You let your eyes drift down at his cock, feeling your jaw drop slowly at the sight before he shut it. "You just sit there and look pretty for me.." He mumbled before sliding his dick through the valley of your breasts. He pushed them together with your hands, letting out soft whimpers into your ear. The noises he let out were heavenly.. You couldn't explain it. You watched his face contort into pleasurable looks, drool pooling in his mouth. You smirked softly before licking his tip each time his head passed all the way through.

He went berserk. You were such a good girl.. You made him feel so fucking good. He already felt as if he'd cum all over your face quicker than he normally would. He imagined creaming inside of you instead, causing him to spill all over your face without warning. His hips gave a small stutter, pulling away and soaking in the sight of you.

You whimpered, swallowing the bit that got into your mouth before peaking up at Izuku. He had went to grab a rag, quickly wiping your face off. "My poor angel, I'm so sorry.. Let me make it up okay?" He slid his hand down, rubbing your clit in circles. Your back arched involuntary, eyes rolling back almost immediately. He had found it so quick. What a pro, Who else had he touched like this? You squeezed your eyes shut at the stupid thought. Who cared? He's between your legs now, right? No one else mattered.

He hummed, switching to his thumb over your clit and easing a finger in. He knew his fingers had been pretty thick, calloused from all of his hero-work and such. He listened to you gasp and stared at your lips quivering, He loved seeing you fall apart with a few touches. You made such precious faces.. Is this what you saw of him?

You whimpered, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him closer so he could swallow the noises your throat made. He didn't mind, shoving another finger in and curling them slowly. It was going to throw you over soon, hearing the wet noises on top of the feeling he gave you.

He stared at your eyelashes, watching your eyes shut tighter before cumming all over his fingers. He kept your legs apart, feeling them start to close. "Its okay, Keep cumming baby.." He smacked your thigh, shoving his fingers as deep as they'd go into your cunt.

You spasmed, scratching at his shoulders as he guided you through it. "Zuku.!" It was more of an oh my type of name call. He didn't respond, pulling his fingers out of you to clean them with his tongue. You watched his eyes flutter, causing you to close your legs a bit embarrassed.

"We're not done yet." He finished sucking on his fingers, his cock twitching against your clit as he leaned your legs up to your ears. "I wanna fuck you. So stay still and take it for me.." He mumbled, looking up at you for any signs of wanting to stop. After he saw your little nod, he eased into you.

You smacked at the sheets, gripping them and shutting your eyes tight. Why was he so fucking big? You pulled your hips away only for him to grab them. He pulled you closer, shoving his cock deeper into your cunt. "Don't run now, Take it." He growled into your ears, sending butterflies right to your tummy.

He made sure you were alright, kissing your cheeks and mumbling soft praises as he shoved himself at his halfway point. It wasn't slow at all. You had been so tight he might split you open. No one else made you so full. He wanted to try shoving in the other half so it would be quick and less painful, seeing some tears spill from your eyes. "Don't cry just yet.." He laid his hands next to your head, sighing softly.

"I'm not cryin'.." You used your finger to wipe off some of the water ruining your makeup a bit. You hadn't even closed your eyes fully before he slammed into you. "Fuck!!" You cried out, clinging onto him quicker than you ever had. You felt tears rush down your cheeks, your chest rising and falling quicker than before.. The full feeling in your tummy was just too overwhelming.

"Watch your mouth, Angel." He kissed your shoulder, giving you time to adjust. He really was spitting you open. You were too fucking tight and he'd have to move soon. He tried to give you the time you needed, but he couldn't. He started slowly dragging himself from your cunt, moving his hand to rest on the head board and the other to lay you down. "Let me take care of you.." He rubbed your clit with his thumb, watching his cock twitch inside of you.

You continued to pant like a dog in heat, letting out moans and leaning into his touch. "Zuku please w..wait.." You mumbled, tears starting to glue your lashes together. It felt so good but there wasn't much to do but beg him to stop. It was too much, you couldn't do it. You couldn’t hardly handle it.

He didn't listen, watching you cry and your mascara drip from the first and only thrust so far. "Wait for what? Adjust to me baby.. You're a big girl. Figure it out." He put a bit more pressure on your clit, rubbing it faster. He heard you hiccup and start to make those 'ah' sounds from that fuckable throat. God he wanted to just slam into you so bad.

You simply nodded, moaning louder as he made you cream once again. Your cunt disobeying you and closing against his cock only made you pull him back in. "It- hah-.. It hurts Izuku.." You mumbled, not that he was listening nor did he care. You let him poke at your cervix again as he really moved. You were seeing stars.

"It hurts baby?” He groaned, letting his chest rise and fall with heavy breaths. “Aw.. Its okay I'm right here.." He gave long, irritatingly slow, thrusts into you. He watched you smack at the blanket next to you, crying and whimpering even more than before.. He wiped off your tears, chuckling a bit and rutting in roughly. He watched your body flinch, jumping back from the force just to suck him back in again. "Can I move now, Angel? I'll be gentle.." He lied through his teeth.

"Y..Yes.." And you believed him. He started slow, but gradually began pounding into you with an amazing speed. You could feel your walls cling around his cock, threatening to drain him of all of himself into you. You shivered, hugging your arms around him as you cried louder. The make-up you wore on your face now beautifully ruined by his roughness.

"Keep cryin'. You're so fuckin pretty like this.. Am I makin you feel like this? You cryin 'cause of my cock?" He teased, going on and on about how much of a slut you were for him. He could feel himself bruising your hips- but he couldn't stop himself. It felt too good. He was too excited to even put on a condom.. Maybe he'll trap that pretty pussy along with you.

He leaned down, kissing down the valley of your breasts as they bounced near his head. He could feel your nails running through his hair and scratching at his scalp. Once you pulled on those green curls? It was over. His hips stuttered, letting out the loudest moan he had kept in his throat all night. He hadn't stopped either, slamming into you harder as he broke his rhythm. "You're mine, M..Mine, Mine, Mine.."

You nodded, repeating the word with him as you continued to pull and scream out in luxuria. You shivered, creaming onto his cock for the final time before feeling him pull out and make a sticky mess all over your tummy n tits. You hadn't minded one bit. You let your breath steady out as he went to his bathroom and warmed a rag to clean you off with.

Once he came back, cock clean and covering himself a bit as he wiped your body off. "You want me to wash your pretty body, y/n?" He kissed your forehead, wanting to make sure you felt alright. After earning a nod from you, he carried you to the bathroom. It was huge.

"Let me down!" You laughed, despite clinging around him. Once he let you down, you shoo'd him out so you could pee before hopping in the bath to start cleaning. He came back a bit later, washing yourself for you. He didn't want you raising a finger.

He needed a woman like you more often.. Maybe all the time.

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a/n: FINALLY IM DONE LMAO SORRY YALL

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yanderepalace · 2 years

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Yandere Nagito 🍬 drugged candy prompt

CW: drugging, aphrodisiacs, ns*w themes, degradation, name calling, afab reader

word count: 1.5k

You shut the door of your cabin with a huff, sinking to the wooden floor and held your knees to your chest. The days were exhausting, living in a killing game is not exactly easy. Watching as your classmates were picking off one by one. Wondering who could be next, who you could trust, it does something to a person.

It doesn’t help that you were trapped on this island with that strange man who seemed to take an intense liking to you. You were hardly alone anymore with him on your trail. No matter how many times you tell him off, he’s always within range. Making unwanted creepy comments and advances.

You tried never to be alone with him, out of fear of what he may do. The others have taken notice of his creepy behavior he deemed as “flattery” and tried their best to protect you but there wasn’t much they could do.

On the other hand, you saw the way everyone else treated Nagito. Even if it was justified, you felt sympathetic towards him. You hated to admit it, but you did. Even after all he’s done to you, you were sure he had good in him somewhere. You were all under stress so you sympathized with him, even if you never said it out of fear.

How long had you been sitting there, just staring at the floor. You snapped out of your thought and sighed, steadily standing up but as soon as you do, you hear a knock at the door.

Who could It be at this hour, everyone should be asleep by now. Groaning, you stumble over to your locked door and swing it open. Seeing no one there, you look down at your feet. There on the ground lay a small box with a neatly wrapped bow.

Perplexed, you pick it up. Who would leave you a gift at this hour, or just in general. You rolled your eyes, of course you know who it was. You had a feeling that you shouldn’t open it, considering all he’s done but your curiosity got the best of you. Lifting the lid, revealing a note reading “S/O, My Only Hope”

Scoffing, you tossed the note, you hated when he called you that. When he rambled on and on about how you were his shining hope in the pits of his despair or whatever. Looking down at the box once again, you saw a single piece of candy, wrapped in unlabeled foil.

You stared down at it, did he expect you to eat this? You played with in your palm, lost in thought once again. What’s the worst that could happen, after all, you believed there was good in him, maybe this was his way of showing it, a redemption or apologize even.

You might as well give him a second chance. Your stomach grumbled, and a little candy never hurt. Placing the sugar on your tongue, savoring the strong chocolatey flavor.

It was fine, you made a mental note to make sure to thank him tomorrow for his kind gesture. You walked to your bathroom to get ready for bed, taking care of your nightly routine.

Freezing in your tracks on your way out as you saw a tall dark figure in the shadows of your room. You were paralyzed, you must be seeing things. You feared for the worst.

Just then, you felt a familiar tingling sensation, but it was stronger, unrelenting. Could it be the fear? Your body was definitely reacting, just not in the way you expected. Your stomach developed butterflies and your skin felt hot to the touch.

You called out, “Is someone there?” Your voice trembling. It suddenly clicked in your mind, it must be Nagito.

You were proven right when he emerged from the dark, eyeing the empty wrapper that lay on your bed, “Did you enjoy the candy?” He said so naturally as if he didn’t just break into your cottage.

“Nagito?” Your eyes adjusted to the sight, making out the details of his white hair and green figure. “What are you doing he- wait, how’d you get in here?” You looked down to find your hands shaking, is it out of fear?

He laughed. “Is it finally kicking in?” he smirked, walking forward.

Your head was spinning. “What’s kicking in, what are you talking about?” You said in between short pants.

It couldn’t have been the candy, could it? He couldn’t have.. drugged you, right?

Whatever it was, you knew what that feeling was craving, and you knew you needed it bad.

Looking around and realizing how suggestive this situation was, just you and Nagito in a dark bedroom. You could feel the sexual tension brewing quickly. The throbbing coming from between your trembling legs and you noticed the space between you becoming smaller and smaller.

You lost awareness with Nagito standing right in front of you, almost chest to chest. His eyes peered down at you. He opened his mouth, about to answer but instead taking a breath and closing his lips with a smirk. “Oh, nothing.” He hummed, playing with a strand of your hair which you strangely didn’t pull away from.“Not that it matters now.” He smiled widely. “It’s already too late.” His voice was low and raspy, he chuckled deeply.

His words meant nothing to you, they went right through you. All you could think about was how his warm breath felt on your face, how you could feel his warmth from in front of you, how his low voice whispered to you in a way you’ve never heard before.

Not feeling in control of your body, your shaking hand rose to his chest, pressing your palm against his warm pectoral. Inching closer, you pressed your own body against his, needing to feel his skin against yours. It all happened so fast it felt natural, it felt so natural to press your lips against his clavicle and tasting the salty taste.

Your movements became more and more desperate, your hands roamed his unmoving body. Looking up at his face once again which remained unchanged. An almost bored expression displayed on his pale features but his mouth corners tugged upward. “Nn, Nagito.” you slurred your words, not able to think of a discernible sentence. “So desperate for me, aren’t you?” he said calmly. All you did was whine in retaliation, that’s all you could do. You wanted, needed him to touch you.

Your head filled to the brim with explicit visions of all your perverted desires and thoughts, a cherry red blush forming on your skin.

Your hands slipped to the buttons on your shirt, popping them off one by one. You pressed your body against his once again, smelling his scent. “Please.” you strained “Touch me.” You gripped onto his shirt “Please.” burying your face in the crook of his neck again, “I want you.” You looked up at him with teary eyes, the feeling was almost unbearable. The full ache inside your core was unbearable.

“Is that why you’re acting like such a slut right now?” His eyes narrowed, staring right through you. “You just wanted me to fuck you?” Despite your throbbing sex, you felt the humiliation burning your cheeks.

He remained still, but he spoke, “You want me, huh?” He started. “If you want me so bad,” His fingers gripped your chin, making you face him directly. “Then beg.” His grin morphed into something more sadistic. You, desperate for relief, did as you were told.

A moment of silence until your voice whined “Please.” Submissive eyes looked up at him desperate. A deep wheezy laugh came from his throat, “You really think that’s good enough?” A disgusted, pitying expression looked down at you as Nagito’s voice lowered “How pathetic.”

His eyes scanned your face, admiring those delicate features he adored so much now covered with need, need for him. A firm grip held your chin, “Please what?” Enunciating his words to make a point.

You lowered your gaze, your lips were trembling. Your body was telling you one thing but your dignity said another.

“Don’t act all shy now, you just were so desperate for me, displaying how much of a whore you really are.” Looking down at you from a furrowed brow. “Go on, show me how much you really want it,” he paused to look at you deeply. “and beg.” enunciating the end once again.

You were reaching your boiling point, losing your senses. Without a second thought you dropped to the hard floor, bruising your knees in front of the tall man.

“Fuck, oh god, please fuck me Nagito!” Letting the tears in your eyes fall and stain your cheeks. “Fuck me, I’m begging you!”

The sight of you beneath him, your glazed eyes with so much need within them was more than enough to get his cock throbbing inside his pants since long ago. Using all the self-control he could muster not to pin you down and have his way with you. Fulfill every desire he hid deep in his psyche since the first day he met you.

He wanted to get back at you for all those times you berated him and rejected his advances. All those times you rejected fate, how you two were destined to be. You were going to learn your lesson as he played with you all night, making sure you knew how it felt to want something so so bad and never getting it through the selfishness of others.

You were going to learn.

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iloveart06 · 2 years

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Delicious Frosting Ransom Drysdale x Male Reader

Gif not mine

Warmings: Smut, cum playing, food playing, Oral sex

The kitchen smelled of sugar and honey. There stood the young male, humming a Christmas tone as his hand moved to mix the batter. Christmas was one of the best holidays of the year although not all thought the same. His playboy boyfriend came strolling in the kitchen, grumpy and mean. “It smells disgusting in here M/N.” Ransom said, going to sit in the counter table, watching M/N. Rolling his eyes he couldn’t care else what Ransom said. “Too bad Ranny, if you like sticking that dick of yours up my ass, you gotta deal with what I like too. And that is Christmas baking”

The playboy grunts in annoyance at M/N’s words. “Besides what’s the hate behind Christmas?” M/N questions, looking towards the playboy. “Many reasons actually, my annoying family, their annoying servants and it reminds me when I was a kid when my mother would force me to wear a suit and drag me to church.” “Well, I’m sorry for your shitty life. Now come and help me out.” Grabbing him by his arm, M/N pulls Ransom out of his seat and drags him up.

“M/N I really don’t w-” Shoving a cookie into his mouth was the only way to shut him off. “Eat it.” Demanded M/N. The playboy frowns as he chewed the cookie in. “Don’t do that again. I don’t want crumbs on my sweater.” “And if I do. What will you do?”

Ransom does his sassy smirk before saying, “That depends dear.” Now with an idea, M/N gets a cupcake from the counter before Ransom grabs his wrist, before he could do anything. “Don’t” His jaw clenches. M/N smirks, “Who said it was for you.” He pushes away the playboy’s grip and licks at the top of the white frosting. Ransom eyes light up a bit, slowly turning his killing face into a smug fuckboy grin. “Dear are we going to start something new. Perhaps messy?” “If that’s what you want Ranny.”

They look at one another intensely. The atmosphere around them began turning hot with arousal. The playboy curses under his breath, getting the cupcake out of M/N’s hand, taking a lick out of the frosting before leaning in and slowly presses his lips to the stunned boy. Pushing his mouth gently, allows the frosting M/N assumed Ransom swallowed slip into his mouth. A gently whimper flourishes from his lips at the sudden act before quickly swallowing as Ransom deepened the kiss.

Slowly pushing away from the kiss, they stare at each other will full lust written on their eyes. “There is more to this sweetheart.” The playboy voice was deep yet husky. It sent shivers down M/N’s spine. Ransom brings his right thumb and slides it across M/N’s lips where some of the frosting was at place. Then he brings his hand up to the boy’s face, roots his cheek, his sweet soft thump tracing the outline of his lips before pushing between them and into his mouth. M/Ns moans softly around Ransom’s thumb as he sucked on it, tongue swirling to collect every bit of sweetness in his skin.

The playboy whines as he watches M/N, pupils wide blown with dark eyes. Sucking harder, M/N bite his thumb, smirking as Ransom eyelids fall halfway as he’d tug his thumb away from his boy’s teeth, out of his mouth and diddling out his bottom lip. Then trailing some salvia covered on his thumb over M/N’s chin and down his neck. “Fuck” Ransom manages to breathe out. Getting on his knees, M/N nuzzles his face into Ransoms soft knitted sweater, but slowly went down to rub his right cheek right against the huge bulge. “May I?” He asks nicely with an innocent smile on his face.

“Of course, dear.” Chuckled Ransom, ruffling his boy’s hair. M/N licks his lips as he unbuckled the belt and let the pants fall down total. The warmness of hard fat girth in his hand made him shiver when he took it into his hands. With just the tip, M/N suckled it until Ransom clutched his hair. Without a warning the playboy thrusted hard into his boy’s willing wet mouth. “There we go, kee-” M/N gagged.” Hey, hey don’t get stupid on me dear. Relax...there we go, good boy. So good for daddy.” Ransom praised. M/N moaned as the playboy’s cock hit the back of his throat. He wasn’t being merciful at this rate.

His thrusts got faster and nastier as salvia was dripping down M/N’s chin. The muscles of his throat vibrated as the Ransom’s balls hit him repeatedly on the chin. “Fuck Baby love, so...so fucking wet. That tongue of yours...Fuck” Ransom voice cracked. Everything was so hazy, drunklike. Tears began forming, blurring his vision as his mouth was getting abused. All M/N could make of was those bitchy moans the playboy let out.

Ransom threw his head up, gripping tighter at the backside side of M/N’s hair. That familiar feeling rises in his stomach and M/N feels it. “Fucking Christ M/N. I-I’m gonna cum. Oh fuck” Pulling away, the playboy starts jacking off to M/N’s face. Through his eyelashes, he watches as Ransom ruthlessly fist fucks himself down before grunting, releasing his climax. Ransom shoots his load all over M/N’s face with some spurting down. His mouth was open, catching as much as he can as the playboy kept Cumming.

Breathlessly gasping, he finishes only to let out a raspy chuckle upon realizing M/N’s upper body was covered with his milk. M/N plays around with it, sucking and licking his fingers, covered with the sweet, delicious milk. Ransom amusingly admires his dear boy as he cleans himself up. Grinning up at him, the playboy motions his index finger for M/N to come closer and kisses him all messy, sloppy mouth. Ransom moans at the taste of himself on M/N lips.

“Did you like your milk darling?”

“God Ranny...Happy Holidays.”

“Happy Holidays Dear...”

#ransom drysdale x male reader #ransom drysdale x male #male #male reader #male insert

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ink-on-the-brink · 3 years

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How do you feel about ns*w prompts?

If you want, how about how medic, sniper and engie are acting during sexy times ? Or foreplay if you prefer !

I've been kinda thinking about doing stuff like that for a while so I decided why not now? It's not gonna be my first time writing it but it is my first time posting this stuff so fair warning.

NO CHILDREN BEYOND THIS POINT I SWEAR TO GOD DON'T YOU DARE-

Medic

Okay so like, I don't know if it's just me but like I kinda see Medic as a bit ace? Like he doesn't usually think about that type of stuff and it's very rare that he feels this sort of pull, but he won't reject doing it if you want to either.

You'd need to be very blunt with the man. It's not that he's dumb, he just doesn't pick up well on social cues in the first place so he doesn't want to assume anything.

He's never one to initiate. Like ever. You want some? You best come get it.

Kinks? Literally whatever the fuck you're into. Man does not give a fuck. He'll indulge in the most insane shit if you're up for it. He had no line that can't be crossed. He loves experimenting. (I mean that's what he does 98% of the time anyway)

Mega switch. He can be the absolute whiniest sub and the most controlling dom. It's almost scary how good he is at both.

Foreplay can be common or not happen at all. Again it depends entirely on what his partner wants and if you want him to spend an hour just touching you then that's exactly what he'll do.

He holds no shame if caught. Everyone knows better than to say shit to the person that's literally in charge of their bodily functions. No one dares to say a word if they catch the two of you.

He will often slip into German in the heat of the moment so whatever he saids is completely lost on you. (He's honestly just saying random shit but you don't need to know that)

His favorite position is downward dog. Something about hearing your muffled moans just kinda does it for him.

For him, it's more of a casual thing. Like a 'sure, why not'.

Overall whoever he's with gets to decide what smexy time will be like.

Sniper

This man has one hell of a sex drive. It's honestly surprising he hasn't exploded from the number of times he's found himself in a situation where he just really needed that release but couldn't get it that moment.

One small comment, purposeful or not, has him wanting you. There have been more than a few times he's heard the wrong meaning in your words, flustering and really pushing him.

He doesn't initiate it so much as you can see that he really really needs it. He'll deny himself no matter how worked up he gets and it's up to you to shove some reality in his face and give him what he wants.

Man is a full dom when he's in the mood though. I'm talking you won't even know what's happening before he has you against a wall, whispering the dirtiest things you've ever heard in your ear. Which is frankly surprising since he was usually so easily flustered. It's almost shocking how quickly he changes from flustered mess to confident and absolutely fucking H O T.

He doesn't venture into the world of kinks much. He likes it rough and messy, not complicated. He'd rather be the one to hold you down than have some rope do it for him. That doesn't mean he won't try if you ask though.

He draws a hard line with extreme stuff. He will never harm you and would never like to be harmed by you.

If he trusts you enough, and you play your cards right, he can become a melted mess. Sometimes he just really likes to give up all control to you and honestly, it just makes him hotter.

He's definitely the type to use semi-demeaning words but not in a way to put you down. Something like 'you're such a good lil' slut for me'

Voyeurism is something he's turned on about but deathly afraid to do. He's had many a fantasy of fucking where he might get caught but actually getting caught would probably embarrass him to unimaginable lengths. So to indulge in these fantasies he'll do so when you both go camping. No one's around yet the thrill is still there.

He most often likes to fuck you into a wall of some kind. He likes how the position makes it a bit harder to look at anything but him. Your expressions are what he practically lives for.

Foreplay is rare. He's often too worked up to think about it. He mostly likes to get straight to the good part. So when he gives you the reins he can often be even more of a mess if you prefer soft touches and a slower session.

How casual it is depends on how long he's been with you. For the first year they tend to be more rare and often very intense sessions. Once he's more comfortable with you though it can become extremely common and more casual with those intense sessions sprinkled in now and then.

Overall he's a bit hard to predict. You'll start off thinking he's going to be a nervous mess under your fingers before he turns around and fucks you until you can't stand anymore. Then after a while you get to take control and do the same to him.

It's a win/win

Engie

A decent sex drive. Usually he's very good at controlling his urges and keeping them in check but when he wants it damn does he want it bad.

He's a man of words. Nothing, and I mean nothing will get him going faster than a suggestive comment. Keep talking and you'll have him hooked in moments.

Despite what one might think, Engie is a dom. Look, you listen to him when his voice gets deep and tell me he doesn't use that tone to turn on whoever he's with. Man's knows every way to turn someone on without even touching them.

Is most likely the one to initiate. He likes to start it off with a little bit of light touching so it's very often that he turns what was supposed to be a cuddle session or a short kiss into something a lot more.

HUGE praise kink. He's going to compliment each part of your body in the sexiest way he can. Stuff like 'ya sound beautiful when you're beggin sweetheart' and 'ain't you just the most perfect thing ah've ever seen'. He is going to make even the most stone-cold mercenary flush with how good he is at talking dirty.

Foreplay is this man's forte. He's good with his hands and his tongue and you can be damn sure he's using both to his advantage. Kisses all around your body, whispered words that send shocks through your skin, soft touches that send shivers down your spine, he's good at it all.

To him it has to be intimate. He's not one for casual. If he's going to do anything with you it's going to be slow and romatic. He doesn't like anything quick, it just doesn't do it for him. He wants to hold your body, to feel every bit of skin revealed to him.

He doesn't want anyone disturbing his moment with you and it will annoy him to no end if someone does. He'll quickly cover you before throwing whatever's closest to him at whoever disturbed the session. Despite this, he has a huge thing for spontaneous sessions rather than planned ones. This means that you two have done it more than a few times in his workshop. Luckily at this point everyone's learned to just not come in if the doors are closed, no matter how important it is. He's not going to talk or help anyone until he's finished.

He has a different set of nicknames that are saved especially for smexy time. These include 'cute lil' thing, sugar, angle' and a few others. Upon hearing any of those nicknames you'll know exactly what he's planning to do.

He likes it when you ride him. He very much enjoys the hold he has on your hips as you bounce on top of him, not to mention your face contorted in pleasure that he gets a front-row seat to.

Overall he's a man of foreplay and long passionate sessions.

#tf2 #reader x tf2 #tf2 x reader #engie #medic #sniper #tf2 engie #tf2 medic #tf2 sniper

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scuddle-bubble101 · 2 years

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OH BOI THE BABIES ARE COMINNNGGGGG

"WHAT?? N-NOnononononon! they are NOT.- OK, this is getting w-way out of hand. so I'll explain w-while I deal with the.... T-trait pluses-...u-ugh."

"I'm not in labor, monsters naturally can not carry a human SOUL without well... a-almagama-... m-melting... Usually; Monsters are weaker than humans, we always have been I'm j-just w-well.. might as well be out with it... I have seven, seven growing inside so that's.. ALOT of energy that continuously surges and r-radiates through my body... I-I can handle it usually, I don't need continuous help but as the kids g-get stronger, their trait is getting stronger, their magic is getting stronger and i-its a-alot on me... I....I can't sugar-coat this... It b u r ns and knocks the wind out of me......

I just usually bite and bare through it because it isn't their fault, t-they're n-not trying to hurt me... T-they really can't help it."

#rebirth #re #the mainverse

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raekahnsfw · 4 years

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What if I’m not good enough for you?

Pairing: Shindo Yo x Reader Rating: Explicit (LIKE BE WARNED!), NS*W Warning: Smut, Drunk Sex, Slightly Dubious Consent, Aged-up Characters, Pining, Angst, Insecurities, Slow-burn fluff Word Count: 10,699 A/N: These BNHA characters are 18+ and are nearly graduating seniors.

Summary: You’re a senior at UA with a long-standing crush on Shindo Yo but you’ve sworn never to be in a relationship again. Your last one destroyed you with insecurities so you’ve decided the only path is to be a lonely pro-hero. But with the opportunity for a one-night drunken stand with Shindo, you take the chance and expect to be forgotten. Shindo won’t stand for it.

From Me: (Follow me at @raekahwritings) This is my first fic ever into the BNHA fandom and for one of my favorite heroes, Shindo Yo! I want to give a huge shout out to @thewheezingwyvern because she helped to beta-read this monster of a fic. Basically, this is the first I’ve written in a near decade and with her advice, it became something I was too embarrassed to share to something I’m really proud of. Here we go for Shindou Club and BNHA Book Club, Provisional License.

Also, inspirations for this work is from @katsukisprincess, @lady-bakuhoe, @iwvs-on-ao3, @bnhabookclub, @/lemonlordleah-shinzawa, @/marilla-eldriana, and others because I’m too embarrassed to tag them when they’re so amazing.

There was always a question in the back of your mind; was love worth sacrificing your pro-hero dream?

“Hey Mina.” You watched your pink haired friend scroll through Tinder on the dorm room couch. You all were seniors in UA academy and studying for finals. Or supposed to be anyways. You slumped over on the table, smushing your cheek on the cold, hard plastic as you took a brief reprieve from your textbook.

“Would you rather be somebody’s girlfriend or a hero?” Mina turned around and lit up at your question.

“Depends. How hot is my boyfriend?” She waggled her eyebrows at you and started listing off a number of heroes that would ‘totally rock her world,’ cackling loudly how she’d totally give up everything for some mad sex. Soon enough, she flopped back over the couch and was engrossed in another possible hook-up.

Maybe you should’ve asked Momo. But she didn’t seem very experienced in relationships and you were currently in a dilemma. You, Y/N, an aspiring hero had sworn off relationships because your freshman ex-boyfriend had thrown you an ultimatum: “Why do you need to be a hero when you’re already my girlfriend?”

You had broken up with his sorry ass right there and then. Nothing would get in the way of being a hero. Apparently, Mina would joke otherwise.

“....I don’t think sex is everything, Mina.” Mina started whining petulantly, lamenting over the lack of hotties on her dating apps. You laughed it off while she tapped her phone in frustration. Mina would forever be Mina.

“Y/N, do you think he’s hot or am I just too thirsty right now?” She was soon waving her phone to you with somebody’s profile picture, some asshole who was obnoxiously showing their abs off. You rolled your eyes before making a ‘nixed’ gesture.

“Mina, you are way too good for jerks who think showing off their naked body parts is gonna score chicks.” You scoffed at seeing their disgustingly lewd caption. Mina moved on to the next one, muttering.

“Jeez, Y/N, what is your type even? I’ve never seen you hook up or with a boyfriend before?” She tried valiantly to quiz you and show you more pictures but you ignored her in favor of going back to studying.

Honestly, you had a type. But if Mina or anyone knew, it’d probably be too surprising for them to fathom; you were the serious girl who always said you didn’t need a boyfriend. You prosaically told people, ‘learning to be a hero is way awesomer’. But if there was one shocking thing you could say about yourself….

It would be that you were a fucking idiot to fall in love with Shindou Yo. Somehow, your heart had chosen the most devious asshole you ever could’ve ever met.

Shindo Yo didn’t even go to UA Academy. He was a mutual friend of the UA’s Midoriya, Todoroki and Bakugo. Actually…. you weren’t sure if they were even friends… With the way Bakugo seemed to fight with him, it seemed more like they were mortal enemies. Nevertheless, it seemed like he was showing up more often to outside gatherings and to parties that you and your UA classmates frequented. It was a relief that Mina hadn’t figured it out since she was surprisingly perceptive.

“Hey Mina. I’m gonna go to the library to meet up with Kirishima.” You kept an eye on the time and started packing up your bag. You had made plans to exchange study notes for a drink. She nodded, already distracted with her next conquest. You sighed.

Jeez, you shouldn’t have asked Mina. She hadn’t caught on though… because if anyone had ever found out about your silly crush, you wonder what they would say. Shindo was universally seen as a jerk at UA. There was every reason to avoid him instead of falling in love with him. Shindo Yo was self-assured and manipulative. Bakugo had called him out on his shit early on in the UA Provisional Exams. You had personally seen Shindo turn on the charm to your fellow UA students, only to decimate his nice-guy exterior to turn the tables on your unwitting classmates and team. You had first-hand faced his cunningness in action. Did you have every reason to mistrust him? Yes.

But on the flip side, you also saw how loyally compassionate he was to his fellow teammates. You saw how he pulled through at the eleventh hour to get him and his teammates to success. He never hesitated to use his sinister two-faced nature to protect his friends at Ketsubutsu Academy High School.

One situation, in particular, was on your mind…

Shindo had shown up at the karaoke club with Tatami and Camie in tow, ‘inviting’ himself to a casual graduation party for Mirio, Nejire and Tatami. Everyone thought it had been reserved for UA students but someone had let it slip to other schools…. (It was Mirio. His nice-ness was over the bounds. Throwing out invites left and right like a loveable idiot.)

Shindo had somehow weaseled himself into the roster of singing anarchy – grabbing a mic and belting a love song to Uraraka with a significant wink to Midoriya. He even got Jiro and Tatami together on a song. He had challenged Bakugo to a song (which didn’t happen) but a girl could dream about that blackmail material.

But one of the beginning moments that you had fallen in love…

He had been sitting around, mulling over a drink when you saw him look discreetly around for Tatami and Cami. They had both been gone for a tad too long….? Shindo took a break on the pretense of Bakugo’s death glare being too much and laughing his way out of the room. You sat near the door, so you had a surprisingly good view of when his eyes narrowed, and he dropped his friendly demeanor on his way out. You turned your head inquisitively…? Shindo’s sights were set on a couple of low-life frat boys who were heading for an unsuspecting Camie and Tatami leaving the bathroom. You watched him walking towards them, heading them off, and shoving them into another hallway.

You followed him out and stayed behind the hallway to try to see what was happening. What could you say, curiosity got the better of you?

You couldn’t make out what he said but the low threatening timbre of his voice had sent cold chills down your spine. You had never heard this level of sinister maliciousness from even Bakugo. This Shindo was probably more of a villain that he had let others believe. The culprit’s voices became heated, but it was abruptly stopped by the vicious slamming of the wall. Then you could hear running.

You backed up into an empty room, afraid to show Shindo that you had been waiting there. He rounded back—thankfully not seeing you—and you could see the genuine and sincere relief at seeing both Tatami and Camie laughing… in ignorance of what they had just avoided. He rounded the two to join the karaoke room, keeping a watchful eye on the other unsavory participants…

You had leaned against the dark and empty room’s wall to calm your beating heart. Shindo was undoubtedly an asshole but you knew how fiercely protective of the people he loved.

Maybe that was the spark that ignited this wistful thought – “I wish someone loved me that much.”

But love paled in comparison to upcoming finals. Obviously. Get your act together. You made it to the library and waved to several of your classmates studying nearby. Everyone turned back to their own work and left you alone. Just as well. You drummed your fingers on the library desk as you flipped open your computer and continued typing a study guide.

During times like this, your mind wandered a bit. After the karaoke incident, you found yourself looking for moments with Shindo—hoping to catch a glimpse beneath that nice-guy exterior. You found yourself wondering if he was going to ‘show up’ to parties. You found yourself floating over to conversations with the Ketsubutsu crowd if they were ‘mysteriously’ invited. You wondered what Shindo treated his girlfriend like—probably Tatami—but there was no confirmation they were dating.

In your dorms, you sometimes found yourself chuckling along with Todoroki or laughing at Bakugo and wondered what Shindo might say if he was there.

Maybe you yearned to come back to your dorm room and see someone waiting to greet you with a sarcastic quip and sugared, cunning words. Maybe you had stuffed your fingers in between your legs in a pitiful attempt to dampen the rising heat… especially when you thought of a certain brunette and his dark timbre of a voice in the depths of the night.

Maybe you could lie to yourself and say, Shindo was not that person you imagined.

But you were an independent person who would never allow yourself to be weak or dependent on anyone. If you ever confessed, you would be trapped in a relationship where your partner would inevitably resent you for putting your career first. These were the thoughts that plagued you in your hidden moments. You tried to push these insecurities away but they lurked nearby.

Resentment. That was quite familiar to you. That’s inevitably what you heard and felt. Your last boyfriend resented he was never a priority over yourself, your hero aspirations, and the success of your friends and classmates. You had resented his feelings, trapping you and confining you to change who you were.

So yes, you were independent, amazing, and awesome. But you were lonely... A realization that would sneak up on you every so often. You looked at your computer screen, lifting a hand to crawl over the painful feelings in your chest… as if to reassure yourself.

Because who would want someone like this? How selfish would it be to confess to someone and expect them to understand this?

So yes, you had decided love would never be in the cards for you. It was a practical and logical decision.

“Hey Y/N, you look lost in thought over here.” Kirishima came over to your study table in the library, holding two drinks. You waved off his concerns and lit up at seeing what was in his hands.

“No, no, I’m not! Gimmie the goods.” You tapped the desk impatiently for him to put the hot chocolate down. Kirishima looked at your childish drink in bemusement as he put down his black coffee. “I promised to give over these study notes for you so the least you can do is not judge my drinks.” You stuck your tongue out at the red-haired boy.

Kirishima chuckled, dropping his backpack noisily on the floor. “Y/N, I’m supposed to join Bakugo soon for warm-up... How long do you think you’ll be?” You rolled your eyes a bit at hearing that. When wasn’t Bakugo training or something? Whatever, you were doing Kirishima a favor after all.

You absentmindedly decided to ask, “Isn’t Bakugo supposed to have a match or something? Is it against UA’s Class B or…?” You tapped your backspace key rather impatiently. Aizawa-sensei had been organizing more hero trainings lately for individual members. Something alongside hero work studies; that was certainly keeping you busy. It seemed everyone had something going on lately. You lifted your cup for a quick sip.

“Actually...” Kirishima scratched the back of his head nervously. “It’s against Ketsubutsu Academy’s students.”

You nearly spewed out your precious hot cocoa. Your arms flew up to wipe your keyboard in an awkward attempt to muffle your surprise.

Kirishima had an inkling of your crush for the earthquake bastard. But you were always so quick to dismiss any remote implication that he wasn’t quite sure…. But if he didn’t know before, he knew now.

“…. Apparently Joke-sensei kept pushing Aizawa-sensei for a collaborative ‘event’ so this is what they came up with. It’s supposed to be the beginning of a ‘school-wide’ effort for cooperation and teamwork for heroes across different areas. It’s still in the works but…” Kirishima trailed off at seeing your pinched face.

“What time is it?” You curtly asked. Kirishima looked at his watch.

“It’s supposed to start in an hour.”

“Goddamnit Kirishima. I’m sending you your stupid notes so we can get to this match.” You didn’t even realize you had dropped your formalities. What was racing through your mind was that you had less than an hour to get back your dorm, get ready, see Shindo without looking like a complete nerd who spent too much time studying.

You had luckily been on the ending revisions, but it wasn’t like Kirishima needed all of it. You hastily typed his email in, cursing when your computer loaded too slowly, and sent off the file.

Then came shoving Kirishima into the directions of the dorms so he could “hurry the fuck up”. Kirishima may have dragged his feet a bit, snickering at Bakugo’s choice words falling from your mouth. It wasn’t like he had to do anything for the match anyways. You on the other hand….

You couldn’t salvage much of your looks, so you tried to throw on a large oversized sweater over your skirt and put on a touch of eyeliner and mascara. Sheesh, you didn’t want to look like you tried too hard. You looked critically at yourself in the mirror and saw… nothing special. You deflated a bit. Well. Fake it until you make it. Even when you tried, it didn’t seem like much had changed. So what if you didn’t look as pretty as the others like Momo? You had slowly built up your shattered self-confidence before. Better this than looking like a cakeface or a tramp, you supposed.

Then Momo and Jirou knocked on your door. “Y/N, you ready yet?” You opened the door and shoved the feeling of inadequacy in the back of your mind.

“Yea!” You followed the UA crowd out of the dorms and you could see Midoriya and Ochaco talking excitedly about the match—it seemed you weren’t the only one surprised by this. Midoriya was vividly recounting Shindo’s quirks and the pros and cons against Bakugo….

When you went over to the gym where the match was being held, your group joined with the other classmates already there. It looked like Kaminari had saved a row for everyone, patting the seat next to him for Jirou. Mina waved to you, grinning like a banshee and wildly flailing for the seat next to her.

“Y/N, I saved the best seat for you!” She slyly gestured to the view…. that was angled towards Bakugo’s back and… Shindo’s front muscular chest. Did she know? Your heart leaped. Then Mina pointed towards the Ketsubusu’s Academy’s growing crowd. “This is our chance to see the hotties from other schools! I mean we got some fine men but a girl’s gotta window-shop!”

“Hmmm….” You watched interestedly now—you had only ever seen Tatami. But it seemed a fair number of girls had gathered and were pointing at… Shindo? You saw him gesture with his ‘aw shucks’ routine, bashfully giving a smile to the girls before the match. You recognized that look from the UA Provisionals, it reeked of blatant insincerity. You guess fangirls really were blind in love and adoration? They would be in for some cruel reality…. Meanwhile, people were avoiding Bakugo since he had his threatening face on. He was flipping people off and giving no attention to any of the bystanders around him. He just wanted to beat the earthquake bastard.

“Yo, Bakugo, you might wanna look a little less murdersome!” You shouted in good fun from your seat. Bakugo flipped you off while Kirishima and Mina snickered at Bakugo’s salty expression. Really, you admired Bakugo’s hero ethic, nothing was gonna stop him from getting to the top. But Shindo…? That was a different story. Eh, you couldn’t ponder it anymore since Aizawa sensei had shown up (with a sour look at all the audience) before commencing the match.

You were on the edge of your seat for the next 30 minutes as Bakugo and Shindo traded blow after blow; Shindo had a weakness since Bakugo was airborne due to his thrusters. But Shindo would drag Bakugo down and engage in hand to hand combat. Your legs were creeping closer and closer together at seeing those broad shoulders, rivulets of sweat down his neck and temple, and his determined expression. How would it look if it was faced at you? Focus on the match, not Shindo’s muscles. Focus, Focus. Eventually it came down to the timer and Bakugo had landed a higher number of blows.

At Shindo’s loss, you felt a keen sense of disappointment. Some part of you cheered for Bakugo but you were desperately craning your neck to see Shindo’s reaction. His face remained darkened though as he turned around and went to his growing number of fangirls who cooed over him. With that many girls, why would he ever take a second look at you? They would cling onto him and stroke his overbearing ego—unlike you. You didn’t even have the courage to attempt to flirt with him. So what? You were blissfully single; you weren’t looking for anything with him.... Right?

“… Y/N!” You were jolted away from staring, and secretly fantasizing, at Shindo. “Come on, let’s head out!” Kirishima put an arm around your shoulders and Mina was tugging at your sleeve in post-match excitement.

“Yeah! What are we doing now?” You pushed your hair back over your ear, the locks falling in every which direction. Slowing just a step back, you took one last look over your shoulder… You mentally took a picture of those sinewy muscles, pledging to engrave it forever for those dark moments in your lonesome room. You had a great pro-hero path ahead of you, great friends, great family…

But fuck.

You definitely did not see Shindo looking at your retreating form with a smirk on his face.

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Repeat that fuck. Because you were in another karaoke room with this raucous UA and Ketsubetsu crowd mere hours later. It turned out that everyone wanted to celebrate the match by getting stupidly, wildly drunk. Drinks were smuggled in—god, you knew Aizawa was probably looking the other way—gotta let students be students.

People were chugging alcohol and dancing on tables. This was probably the most normal ‘school’ experience you could’ve had… Even ‘hero’ schools needed to let loose sometime. But you honestly didn’t do very well in this scene. You were content to nurse your drink while leaning against a quiet corner.

God, even Bakugo and Midoriya were drunk— Bakugo had been egged on while Midoriya probably didn’t even realize he took some spiked punch. He was a new level of naïve and that adorable boy had turned beet red. You just face palmed at seeing his embarrassing antics.

“Y/N!” Camie came bouncing over to you, palpable relief on her face. “You’re the only sober looking one here! Can you watch this idiot for a second? Maybe get him to drink some water?” She brought on over… Shindo?! “He’s becoming deadweight and he is ruining my chances tonight! He is the worst wingman ever to get so drunk after losing!” She dropped the deadweight—Shindo— onto the floor next to you with his legs sprawled open.

“I swear to god, he isn’t going to remember anything tomorrow! This incorrigible jerk is going to be black-out drunk like always….” Camie’s voice trailed off and got a little bit... higher? She looked away nervously, but you could see her gaze fall on … Ojiro? She said wingman... Oh no, she was trying to get together with him! You blushed for her!

“Camie, I got this. I’ll make sure he gets some water!” You tried to give her an encouraging look. Oh god, you were so bad at flirting and set ups! You could see how awkward this was for the both of you! But you would try your hardest to help her.

She bounced away while you…. Bent down… Oh gods you had never been this close to him before. You put your palm to his forehead, trying to feel how hot he was. Damn, he ran like a furnace. Shindo merely lolled his head to the side, sighing when your cool fingers made contact.

“Fuck, that feels nice.” Your hand shot back at hearing him talk. You didn’t think he was awake…

“I’m just trying to make sure you’re okay. Do you want some water?” You were careful to keep your voice low, awkwardly putting your hand on his clothed shoulder.

“I’m thirsty.” His voice dropped low and you felt a twinge between your thighs at the cool gravel of it. “But I’m thirsty for something else…” He let the comment sit between you two…. But your inquisitive eyes flew between him and the punch.

“Honey... don’t look away.” His hot hands wrapped around your neck to crane your face towards his. “I want something wet, something that tastes like you.” You stood shock still, trying to see if you had misheard him…? Was he flirting with you?! Shindo gave a seductive grin as his other hand snaked up your bare thighs.

“Shindo!” You couldn’t hold back your squeak of surprise, feeling him so close to your panties. You tried to look down but he kept you locked in place.

“Come on baby, don’t you want to console little ‘ol me?” His voice was doing things to you— you could feel your legs grinding closer together, trapping his inquisitively still fingers between your thighs. “Baby, you’re so warm and wet for me already?” He started rubbing his fingers lightly over your panties, feeling the damp spot that had built up from his earlier match.

“Wait—“ You tried to curl in, reach for his hand to stop him but he pushed aside your panties to slip a finger, rubbing it up and down your slit. A single lone digit had you stopping any protests, feeling it fucking vibrate. You leaned in closer, gasping, and he gave a satisfied smirk. His other cupped your butt in delectable promise.

“I can make a mess of you if were a little less of a public place…. Unless you’re into that, baby.”

Public place. Oh god. You straightened out, remembering you were in the dark karaoke room with people everywhere! He was fingering you where everyone could see! “Please, you’re not thinking straight.” You tried to say but stuttering as he pulled his digit away and licked it obscenely.

“Baby girl, don’t you want to be a good girl for me?” Shit, shit, shit. Baby girl. You moved before you could think, crushing your lips to his. He moved as if he knew what his sultry words would invoke, immediately balling his hands into your messy hair, plunging, ravaging, owning you.

“Wanna get out of here?” You nodded helplessly. He quickly hauled you up and left the raucous karaoke room with you by his side.

Fuck it, he wasn’t going to remember anything after tonight. What harm was it if you grabbed this one night with him?

You were inexperienced with sex, probably bad at it, but you didn’t care. It wasn’t like he would remember right?

So, repeat that fuck. No one would’ve ever expected you to be in the bathroom, sitting on Shindo’s lap and spreading your legs lewdly open for him. Your panties had long been discarded as you rutted desperately against Shindo Yo’s hand. “Please, Shindo…” Shindo squirmed a thumb into your asshole, teasing the puckered hole and was thrusting fingers in your cunt. You wanted something more…. Something bigger.

“Fuck…” Shindo watched at how wet you got for him, the sound of his fingers moving in and out and squelching lewdly. “Can you feel that?” You made a dissatisfied noise until his fingers went deeper into your cunt. “Bitch, you’re not satisfied. You need it deeper?” You made a keen whining noise, wiggling your hips. He shoved another digit in, now thrusting three of his digits deeper in while vibrating it and feeling the delicious squeeze of your cunt around him.

“I guess alcohol makes you numb huh? But the fun things I can do to you…” He breathed the words into your neck, giving a salacious grin at your wanton, deprived state. Shit, vibration hero wasn’t just a title. He relished watching as your hips jerked forward, your boobs shoved lasciviously into his face in desperate need.

“God, you’re so buttoned up and serious most of the time. But here and now? Are you so hungry for me that you wanted to jump me in the bathroom?” Shindo’s fingers withdrew to your dismay. You whined as he gripped your cheeks painfully, smirking at your needy expression. “Honey, you gotta tell me what you want? Don’t just expect me to do all the work here.”

This was your only chance with him. Come tomorrow, he wouldn’t remember a thing and you could hold this memory in the darkest corner of your heart. Just one good long fuck and he would get back to his life and yours without anyone being the wiser. “Shindo, please...”

“Do you want me to finger you until you cum?” Shindo could get you off here and now—but you shook your head wildly and gave him a pleading look. Your cunt was throbbing for him and you wanted to feel his cock in you.

You laced your hands into Shindo’s hair and forced the brunette to look at your lust-hazed eyes, pitching your own voice low… “Please fuck me, Shindo. Just stop teasing me, use me like I’m your fuck toy.” Shindo groaned low as he lowered his hands to your thighs and squeezed painfully at the plump flesh there.

“Babe, you’re such a dirty girl.” He hauled you up, shoving his pants down low with his cock jutting out. He couldn’t even be bothered to take his jeans off, but this sordid detail made the encounter more real to you. You looked down at his engorged length, heavy and hot against your cunt. God, even his dick was deliciously huge. Wasn’t just ego then.

“Tell me, are you the type of slut who just wants a dick when you get drunk?” You took a deep breath; ignoring your rational thoughts that this was a stupid way to tell him and decided to just confess…

“Just you Shindo. Please… I’ve been wanting this for years. Please, please….” With that, Shindo groaned as he forced his cockhead into your abused cunt. He eased in... making you think Shindo was more gentle that he let on? Right up until he shoved you down onto his cock, grinning at the sharp jerk of your body and the scream that tore itself out of your throat. Shindo thought to himself: You wanted him to use you like his toy, so that’s what you would get.

You had heard Shindo fucked well. That didn’t begin to describe it—your pussy clenched against his cock at the rough treatment, the burning stretch turning you on with its delicious bite of pain. He thrusted with a piston movement, faster than you’d ever been fucked. When he started vibrating again? You felt your orgasm crash upon you. Your own nails raked against his back as he continued thrusting through your climax, biting down on your neck as he came inside you.

You both sat there for a second… breathing too hard to say anything. You had never had an orgasm that good before—and you honestly didn’t know if Shindo thought this was just a good fuck or shitty sex. Coming down from the high…. You had time to think. Which made you feel wildly inadequate—was this the part where you said something? Like, ‘thanks for the sex, I’m out?’

Was it too dumb to ask if he liked it? Was it even dumber to think maybe he had heard that you confess?

“Um…” You moved your leg and winced at feeling the seeping wetness crawl out between you two. “Shindo..?”

He was surprisingly quiet. His usual smug expression was hidden as he slumped into your shoulder. You eased away from him… but felt his hands tighten on your thighs as if to keep you there. Now you were very unsure of what to say.

“Shindo…. Let me look at you.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, playing with the dark locks as you tried to lift the heavy weight of his head to see his expression…? Was this something more to him too? “Please, let me know if you’re okay...”

“SHINDO! HONEY BUNS! LOVE OF MY LIFE!”

But then you were crushed with an overwhelming sense of guilt as you heard Tatami’s lilting voice calling for Shindo. The very same name but her cheerful bright voice was laced with concern—

“Fuck.” That what his first words after his sexual interlude with you was. From his forceful, angry gaze at the door… Oh god, were you his sordid secret? Your heart sank. He was drunk, he would probably black-out, did he even realize who he was with? Did he think he was fucking Tatami? Is that what this was?

“Shindo, let me go.” You crawled off his lap, forcing the hot and wet threat of tears down and keeping your voice steady. Shindo looked at you in panic—he couldn’t even bother to look at you earlier, but he would for Tatami? You didn’t even warrant your own, thank you, fuck you. “I guess it’s time to run huh?” You pulled your hair back, pulled your shirt to a modest length, as Tatami’s voice got closer.

Shindo shoved his pants more fully on, “Hey—this isn’t what you think this is. Let me explain.”

“Really?” You whirled around and threw him the most venomous glare you could muster—“Do you even know my name? Or am I just a fucking nameless bitch you mistook for Tatami? Because she is right there,” You jerked a thumb to the door and bit your lip, “She’s perfect and so amazing—” and you remembered Camie…. She trusted you. You had taken advantage of this. “And you’re fucking drunk so I’m literally the shittiest person ever. God, please forget this ever happened.”

Shindo was starting to look irritated at your non-stop words and made a move to speak but you slapped your hand on his mouth. Why else would she be looking for him? “Shindo, don’t explain anything to me. Just make things right by her and don’t ruin this because of this. You guys would be amazing together and she doesn’t deserve to know I fucked it up for you.”

You shoved him back into the bathroom as you exited, rather abruptly as Tatami turned to the wrong hallway. This would be perfect because it would give Shindo some time and you could escape— you could hear Shindo fumbling with the door, but you ran before he could catch you. Turned out your UA skills made you slightly faster than him.

You shoved your way to the exit, screw your purse, you could text Kirishima to take it home for you. You hailed the first taxi out the door to get you home as quickly as possible. It wasn’t until the car sped away that you took your first real breath… and sobbed.

“God, I’m so stupid to think he would ever look twice at me.”

You curled your hands around your cold arms, arms that had just been around Shindo… Was it too much to ask for a single night?

Was it too much to be in love?

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“Y/N!” You had stayed in your room for the week, only crawling out to the third-year common rooms on Friday. You had gone home that night and laid on your bed, sobbing into the sweater that had briefly held Shindo’s scent. Maybe you were masochistic or something; holding onto something that was so painful to you. But the faint earthy smell, musk, and cedar was hard to let go.

“Yes?” You tried to smile. Midoriya came bounding up to you with a worried look. “You went home so suddenly the other night! You disappeared and never came back!”

“What, you get sick? You look like shit.” Bakugo snickered. Sero slapped him with one of the pillows and you could hear his frantic whispered conversation, you don’t tell a girl she looks horrible. The other girls were around, and Mina was creeping up on Sero, Kirishima and the others to get closer to you.

“Um… Yea.” You tried to laugh it off. But Midoriya still looked worried as he took in your slightly puffy eyes. It seemed like he could see through your flimsy excuse.

Thankfully, Mina interrupted you both with a mischievous grin. “Y/N, you had people asking after you after karaoke!” She had a sing-song tone, waggling her eyebrows. But your heart sunk further… Had it been Tatami? Camie? Had she found out? Because coming from Mina, this could be anyone.

“…Who was it?” If it was, you would face up to it. Because you were Y/N, and you didn’t run from your problems and you’d apologize to her.

“Actually…. It was Shindo.” Mina squealed and made kissy-kissy motions at you.

“Guys, shut up. It would never happen—” Bakugo scoffed and gestured toward you. “She wouldn’t date Mister Two-Faced, no one here is stupid enough to do that.” You felt defensive at hearing that about him, even if he is the source of your misery right now.

“Bakugo, just because I wouldn’t date him doesn’t means he’s not a good hero. I’m just….” You trailed off, trying to come up with an excuse. But maybe your emotions were too raw, you found your bravado lacking as your voice became small. “… not good enough.”

Anything further was cut off as Bakugo suddenly lurched up, staring daggers at you. Even Midoriya had gone quiet, his brows furrowed. What had you done wrong?

“I don’t think saying that is reason for both of you to be so mad at me. What did I even do?” You wouldn’t stand there and take Bakugo’s shit. You weren’t good enough for Shindo but you were good enough to take on any of your friends in a fight. “Guys, why are you so mad at me?”

Kirishima’s mouth may have been open, he swears he wasn’t but you saw him rapidly point to... you? Behind? Whatever. His eyes were blown wide and he was trying to be subtle as fuck but you weren’t having it. You were trying to get over heartbreak, you came to see your friends and this was what you got?

“I swear to god, I will kick your ass, in training, Bakugo if you don’t look me in the eyes and talk to me like I am a human being and not like I grew another fucking head—”

You heard someone clear their throat, maybe even hold back a scoff and that voice was oh-so-familiar. Like someone you recently heard moaning. Someone that you… kindly shut your mouth and swiveled around with the fakest smile plastered on your feature. How did I miss Kirishima’s cue?

Shindo Yo was in your apartment complex. In your dorm common room. In front of you. Probably had been behind you and overheard what you said. To your dismay, he wasn’t uglier, but he was even more handsome in your two-day respite and everlasting embarrassment that could swallow you whole right now. Please let me die.

“Hey fuckface, you’re in the wrong school.” Bakugo was snarling at him as Shindo waved to the room.

“Hey blastie, it’s nice to see you too.” He gave a saccharine sweet smile to Bakugo, fully knowing how easily riled he was. Bakugo scowled at the name, ready to call him out.

Shindo smirked at Bakugo but otherwise held his hands up placatingly. “Don’t jump down my throat, I’m not here to pick a fight or spy on you all. You UA students are so jumpy.” Kaminari and Bakugo didn’t look believing but Midoriya finally smiled and gave him a friendly wave.

“What brings you here Shindo? And calm down Bakugo, he’s probably authorized to come inside. UA doesn’t let people just walk in.” Shindo nodded and held up… your bag and phone. No wonder Kirishima said he couldn’t find it! You had tried to ping it on your laptop, but it had been a mess without it and to text the others.

“I’m just here to return Y/N’s stuff and hopefully have a conversation with her.” He cocked his head to the side, glancing at you. He had his own (fake) smile on, giving a puppy dog look to the girls as they started fussing over you two.

“Of course Y/N would be grateful to talk to you!” You would? You looked back at Yaoyorozu who started shushing all the other guys, including Mineta who was shouting that ‘you had betrayed them all for Ketsubetsu!’ You were about to protest but Mina quickly slapped her hand over your mouth, nodding like a crazy person.

“In fact, you two should have some privacy! Off to your room, Y/N” And she discreetly whispered, “Preferably before Bakugo punches his face.”

Not my room. Not my room. You shook your head but Shindo took you by the arm and tightened his hand in warning. “Y/N, it’s the least you could do after I went through all the trouble of coming here.” It wasn’t until you both reached the stairs that Shindo dropped the smile, following your stiff movements to your room.

You waited until you were both safely away from prying ears and you closed your bedroom door behind him. “Shindo, you don’t need to be here. I don’t think we have anything to talk about unless you want me to apologize for troubling you?”

Your brain was running miles a minute. But you didn’t even know how much he remembered. Maybe just play ignorant for now.

Shindo sat down on your bed, throwing your purse carelessly onto a chair. God, he was so sinfully handsome in his black shirt and dark wash jeans. He knew how to flaunt his assets.

“Y/N, you need to stop playing games.” You hovered at the door and inched towards the doorknob… “If you decide to run away again, I’m going to fucking chain you to this bed until you hear me out.”

Scratch your idea of escape—but hot damn, you swallowed down your nervousness and felt your cunt throb. Being chained to his bed sounded far more appealing than it should. You tried to relax… tried to not show how much the threat turned you on. Because you clearly had priorities.

Like how he remembered that you ran away.

Shindo gestured for you to sit. You sat on the farthest corner away on the bed. Shindo gave a long-suffering sigh at your reluctance. “Y/N, I’m not going to bite. I’m not trying to trick you.” He took on a slightly more cajoling tone, tapping the sheets close to him.

“Shindo, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” You looked nervously between the bed and him. His eyes turned darker and his voice a little lower.

“Why?” Shindo breathed out.

You shook your head, recognizing the line of question – he was fishing. Better to still be ignorant. Better to stay on-topic.

“So.” You changed the topic. “What do you mean by playing games, Shindo? I’ve never….” You kept the unspoken words in your head, ‘played, I’m in love with you.’ You continued on, "I’ve never asked you to come in. You could’ve just turned this in and gone back to your girlfriend.” You decided to test the waters because maybe he only remembered parts and not the entirety. You could still salvage this situation.

Shindo scoffed again. “And they say I’m the player. So, what if I have a girlfriend? You mean you’d never date me right? Because you’re such a high-born princess. Telling all your friends out there how you’d never consider me.” Your hands tightened together on your lap.

“Does it matter? You don’t need another notch on your belt, you have someone amazing and wonderful. She’s probably an amazing girlfriend already.” You were confused at his disparaging tone. Why was he turning this around on you? Why did he want you to suffer here with him? Did he just want to humiliate yourself?

“I’ll be nice and cut to the chase Y/N. Do you think I’m the kind of asshole to cheat on … Tatami?” It seemed to take a second for him to say her name. Like he was uncomfortable.

Well, if he was going to be honest…. “Shindo, I don’t think you’re an asshole. You act like one but I know you care and you’re not as evil as you say you are.” You breathed deep, reminding yourself you would face him once and for all. “I think you were drunk, and I was in the wrong for doing what I did.”

“Then why did you do it?” Shindo stared at you.

“Because—” Wow, this was getting uncomfortable fast. “You probably wouldn’t remember, and I thought you wouldn’t care. Not that I would ever help someone cheat, but can I blame you for mistaking me for her?” You tried to give off a casual shrug. “It was dark, it was hard to see. Obviously, my fault for thinking it was something else right?”

Shindo quirked an eyebrow, giving you a vague ‘hmm’.

What was up with this?

“You said you wanted to talk, and I said my piece. Why don’t you just tell me what you want me to do? Tell Tatami? Tell you I fucked up?” You were getting a little peeved; Shindo was literally your wet dream and he was in your room. This was the stuff of your daydreams, but this was the worst situation imaginable.

“I think you’re lying to me.” Shindo kicked off his shoes and swung his legs up to make himself comfortable. “And I don’t feel like leaving until you tell me the truth.”

Oh dear lord, this man was insufferable.

You crawled across the bed and shoved a hand into his chest. Trying to push him off but he made himself more comfortable into your pillows. “You, Shindo, are dating another girl and you’re sitting in my room wanting what? The truth or did you want some sex? Because this sounds like you want some pussy and I’m not the kind of girl who gives it up like this.”

“You gave it up in the bathroom.” Shindo’s eyes fell to your revealed cleavage, the neckline of your sweater had fallen when you got onto the bed. You shoved his face upwards, indignant now.

“That was because I thought you wouldn’t remember and you would forget everything! Even if I confess to you, it doesn’t matter.” Your voice broke on the last word as you finally felt the tears come back.

Shindo’s arm reached out for your elbow, grasping it slowly. Almost like he was actually unnerved by the fact you were crying. The gentleness in contrast to his normal roughness was endearing. He even rubbed your arm as he waited for you to continue. “Stupid Shindo, don’t look at a girl crying. That’s what I call an asshole move.”

“Y/N, do you want to be friends with benefits then?”

“Absolutely not.” Your answer was immediate. You wouldn’t compromise your morals for even him. “I’m not gonna help you cheat now I know you’re dating.”

“So you wanna date me instead then?”

You looked to the side. “No...” Even if it was in the realm of possibility.

“Then why did you confess if you want nothing from me? You wanted a good fuck? Should’ve known you’re the one who wanted a notch on your belt….” He sighed in mock disappointment.

You turned to him, affronted for both you and him. Your feelings weren’t that shallow! If anything, he should know that about you. “I won’t be your friends with benefit because I’m too invested in you. I actually like you and I’m not stupid enough to do that!” You couldn’t handle that kind of relationship.

“Then why won’t you date me?” Shindo goaded.

You couldn’t believe his asinine words. “Did you not get how I said Tatami is literally perfect?!” You were furious enough to shove a punch at him and he dodged it. You scampered upright and gestured to yourself.

“I’m not delusional Shindo so please fucking shut up about dating. I’m not good enough for you,” You threw up your fingers to rattle off your points, “I’m not pretty enough, I’m not confident enough, I’m not sexy enough.”You couldn’t stop yourself, memories of your ex-boyfriend’s accusations came flying in. “I’m a ‘fucking selfish prude’ because I want to be a pro-hero more than anything; even more than a stupid relationship.” You caved into your stupid insecurities and rants, expecting Shindo take a step back. Any guy would walk away from this kind of crazy.

Because everything your ex-boyfriend had pointed out, showed that you would never be good at a relationship. You were too independent, you were too focused, you were too selfish to ever be a good girlfriend. But … “I know this and I wanted to know what one night with you would be like….” Your voice fell to a pathetic, desperateness that you never wanted him to hear.

There was a certain relief though. An ease because you knew he would probably run away and any chance of a relationship was crumbling apart. So, he would leave. Maybe he’d tell everyone downstairs how insane you probably sounded.

“In fact, you’d do yourself a favor if you walked out and forgot this all happened.” Emphasis on the word favor, with as much derision and contempt you could feel.

Shindo rubbed one of his hands at the base of neck as he looked to the side, sighing even more. “You’re a clusterfuck of issues, princess, aren’t you?”

Wow, great words there Casanova. You gestured to the door in agreement. Obviously, you can leave. Because what could you say? You sighed heavily when he didn’t move though. It seemed he wanted to prolong your misery, embarrassment, and possibly the most botched confession of all time.

“Okay, yes, I’m a cluster fuck of issues. You deserve better than whatever my stupid feelings would take you. So just be happy because you deserve someone amazing.” You knew you were being contrary, you had just confessed to him and turned him down.

“You’re getting to be a broken record Y/N”. Shindo still didn’t leave. You closed your eyes for a few seconds, taking a deep breath in and out…. maybe he was just honestly needed a few minutes for it to sink in.

“Y/N, I’m still here. Closing your eyes and wishing me away isn’t gonna work.” Shindo was giving you a skeptical look now, cross-legged on the bed. He reached over to pull a pillow into his lap. Why was he getting even more comfortable?

Shindo sighed. “You’re a mess but now that the truth is out—the entire truth instead of this half-assed ‘I should be with Tatami’ shit, I have a few things to say.” Shindo wasn’t obtuse, he knew you had been looking at him. You had caught his eye from the get-go when he wondered what you looked like, what happened when your studious exterior was broken and stripped away. In fact, he thought of toying with you and fucking you once until your interest dissipated. It always did when girls found out his true nature. But you… you were different.

“First of all, I’m not dating Tatami. What she was calling me…” He rubbed his fingers between his furrowed brows. “She calls me that for shits and giggles in front of fangirls to mess with me.” You double-took at this. “I was trying to hook up with you, Y/N, and I’m not dicking around with my friends.” Shindo grimaced at the mere thought. “Whatever you came away with, I’m not desperate enough to pretend you were her.” You still felt yourself deflate though. He was dicking and fucking around right? At least he knew it was you… Much relief that was, you thought sarcastically.

Shindo waved his hand in front of your face, snapping his fingers. “Hey. Listen to me before you get the wrong idea.” Huh. Shindo was getting surprisingly good at reading you. “I don’t want to date Tatami but I want a chance at dating you.”

You … probably misheard that. “Dating who?”

Shindo chuckled. Actually, genuinely chuckled as he pointed at you. You threw a look over your shoulder to make sure there was no one behind you. Shindo tried to look put off but his mouth was quirked up in amusement.

“Y/N, stop acting like an idiot. Look at me because I’m not done yet.” He looked relaxed with a bit of snark. You weren’t sure if even Shindo could fake this expression.

“Shindo, you want to date me, a fucking mess?” You interrupted him.

“Sounds like a mess that’s actually in love with me and willing to give me a chance.” Shindo wasn’t oblivious to the fact most women shied away from his dual-nature and strong dose of sadistic cruelty underneath his nice-guy exterior.

“Y/N, we’re both humans. We both have a lot of shit to work through, but it sounds like someone told you that they were an insecure asshole and took it out on you.” He wasn’t…. exactly wrong about your ex-boyfriend. You grimaced at the memories, of all the time you wasted on him.

“I personally wouldn’t mind a pro-hero girlfriend who takes no shit from anyone—even me. In fact, we can both compete for top 10 and beat out your UA classmates.” Shindo appreciated that you valued being a hero rather than a vapid girlfriend. It gave him a vaguely smug superiority to think of you being a hero of your own right, watch you flaunt your success to your UA classmates and watch them look on in envy when you were his girlfriend. Even blastie didn’t score this.

“And you said you weren’t sexy enough? Selfish prude? Y/N, that sounds like a guy didn’t know what he was doing.”

Some asshole obviously didn’t know what the fuck he was doing. You saying this was a fucking invitation to Shindo—you were a composed, staid, straight-laced kind of girl. It turned him on since he wanted to see how your tight, nearly virgin pussy would take him. He wanted to see your discomposed face fall open in pleasure. He wanted to see how far he could break your composure and seriousness. Shindo had to shove his arousal down, feeling a wave of excitement at the thought of trying to find all your kinks and desires. God the possibilities were endless.

You, on the other hand, were leaning into him in confusion.

“This doesn’t sound like a reason for you to want to date me. It sounds like you’re playing nice-guy to make myself feel better and less crazy?” In fact, you still half-expected Shindo would say this was all a joke.

Shindo felt his lip curve into a smile, slightly more cunning and a little more saccharine-sweet than you had ever seen him. “Come closer and I’ll tell you why you’re worth the trouble?” He crooked his finger and you felt yourself crawling towards him. He opened his legs, his soothing murmur acting like a lure for you—your worries were overwhelmed in face of his temptingly strong arms.

“Y/N.” You leaned in close—close enough for him to grab your head and crush his mouth over yours. You were so startled that you parted your lips in protest and he took the chance to forcibly shove his tongue in. He kissed like he was devouring you, his tongue licking into all the crevices of your mouth, tasting your sweetness and barely giving you a breath. One of his hands locked your waist in, another at the base of your neck as he refused to give you an inch of space.

This went on for long minutes until he finally lifted his mouth to give you a reprieve. You had been so close, so very close to rubbing your chest against his to feel more of his brawny muscle—but you still had enough reason to stop and shove at him uselessly. Little sanity that you had left…

“Are you suuuuper sure that you want to date someone like me?”

“I want to date you. I’m not in it for some pussy, babe. The truth is you like me despite that I’m a selfish two-faced bastard.” He rasped out. “That you like me enough to want me to be happy even though I want to fucking ruin you.” You found your thighs getting wet at his harsh voice. Shindo chuckled, almost as if he knew what he was going to you. “Some asshole doesn’t know how to handle you but that’s on them. I could have you riding, begging for me and making you come over and over if you were my girlfriend.” You felt his burgeoning erection and you had started to gyrate your hips with his—and you didn’t even realize. Your eyes were starting to glaze over with the promises he made…

But Shindo took on a more serious tone. “That you actually would cry over me because you want me here.” Your hands clenched in his black shirt, finding your sappy sentimental heart at war with the lust crawling from your hot throbbing cunt. As for Shindo…. He remembered your endearing show of affection. After you had left him in the bathroom, he had almost snapped at Tatami for ruining his post-coital moment. It actually felt nice to have you cuddle with him because he normally never cared for it.

“And you crying does things to me.” You looked up, a lilting questioning glint in your eyes. “I want to be the only one you’re crying about. Mostly when I’m fucking you, but I don’t want you with some other dick.” He wanted to be the only person you fell apart for.

“Shindo, I think that’s called sadism.” You quipped. Wow, in the heat of his confession, you still couldn’t hold back your commentary. Shindo liked this about you. Even in the throes of oncoming sex, you also could put him in his place but make him laugh.

“Hey, a relationship is all about compromise, right? It’s a fair trade when you’re the complicated one.” God, Shindo was crude but this confession was better than any flowery words ever could’ve been.

“I don’t know if it’s a compromise when I’m complicated and you’re a sadistic asshole… SHINDO!” Shindo thrust his erection into your clothed cunt as he cut the conversation short.

“Y/N, you’re either going to agree to be my girlfriend and I can fuck you right now. Or you can say no, and I will leave.” Shindo wasn’t really giving you a choice.

“Fine. If you are willing to take me, ‘clusterfuck’ of a mess as I am.” You said, finally feeling an inkling of hope beyond the fears you had built around yourself. You never thought Shindo would take a chance on you… nor you, on him. Because you were also starting to realize Shindo was never going to be the ideal, caring, considerate prince you had imagined in your childhood. And that wasn’t what you wanted. You wanted Shindo just as he was.

Shindo eagerly took off your shirt now, whistling once he saw your bra-less chest. “How could you keep this from me?” The bathroom lighting had done you no justice. You said you weren’t pretty but you were gorgeous. He muttered as much, you thought you even heard something about ‘thank god no one’s gonna fucking know how sexy you are’ but it was muffled as he stuffed his face between your boobs. He started to slip off your shorts, but you stopped him with a soft kick. “Baby, that’s kinda violent don’t you think?” He didn’t let up though as he tugged it off.

You tugged at his shirt and put on a petulant pout, “Hey, I’m all for equality. Take off your clothes.” Shindo grinned and peeled off his shirt, finally letting you look at his muscled abs you had been admiring for months, that you had only taken peeks at. You impishly stole a kiss from him and unabashedly ran your hands down his abs.

“Wow, now that you’re not all desperate in a bathroom, you’re really mouthy.” He reluctantly ended the kiss, brushing a thumb against your lips at the end of his sentence. You gave a mischievous lick to his fingers, relishing the taste of Shindo’s skin. You craved more, leaning upward to lick the sweat off the base of his throat. He did a quick intake of breath as he growled, “Y/N, I thought you said you were a prude.”

You fell back onto the bed and gave a questioning look? “Apparently? I’ve never been so curious as to how someone else tasted.” You licked your lips to savor it a bit more. Shindo literally groaned.

“Stop saying shit like that or I‘ll be stuffing your mouth full of cock, babe.” Your face went beet-red as you suddenly stared down at his bulging briefs, of course he wore briefs, and envisioned it. “Oh babe, were you imagining it?” He cooed, smugness filling up the room. “You wanna see if I’ll take it slow? Let you get used to it?” He inched his briefs down, inch by inch. “Or will I stuff your face, watch you drool and choke on it?” You tried to cover your face because oh god, you had never been teased before.

“Oh baby, you’re in for so much if you’re embarrassed by just this.” Shindo was going to savor every bit of your embarrassed innocence. This was pure gold. You were the picture of corrupted innocence with your hair splayed on the pillow, your chest and neck blushing pink, legs lewdly open and he could see the wetness gathering on your panties.

“Shindoooo” You whined.

“Calm down, I’ll take it easy on you.” For now, he thought silently. He trailed his hand down, exploring the soft skin of your neck, teasingly brushing his hands over your hardened nipples… smirking when you squirmed underneath his gaze. His hand came to your stomach and he held still for a moment. He wondered if his cock could fill you up to the point you’d cry? A thought for another time. He slipped his finger underneath the waistband of your panties and grinned.

“How much do you like this pair?” You shrugged, not really knowing what he meant. At least until he slipped it off and held it tantalizingly to the side. “I kind of want a memento of our first official date.”

“Shindo, that is fucking nasty.” You could actually see how wet it was. Shindo shrugged.

“You said you were in love with me. Nasty is my default mode.” Shindo descended to your navel, sliding lower as he made himself comfortable. He propped one leg over his shoulder—wait, what was he doing? You were too new to this, but he couldn’t be thinking of that right?

“Babe, you gotta let me eat.” He swooped in while you tried to twist out of his grasp but he wasn’t going to let you escape. Never gonna let you run away again. Shindo hadn’t said this but the fact you were faster than him disgruntled him. He licked deep into your cunt, opening up your moist, tight lips. You couldn’t move from the climbing pleasure as he lapped like a man starved. His mouth followed the throbbing of your cunt to the aching to your clit. He gently suckled your clit, making breathy whiny gasps fall from your mouth.

“Last time was a little hard and fast. I wanna make sure you know I can be gentle as you want.” He let your orgasm build, watching the quivering of your thighs pull taut—and then the bastard withdrew.

“But is gentle what you want?” Shindo just…. breathed over your sensitive cunt. Didn’t move an inch. You could feel his fingers stroking your leg but nowhere near what you wanted. He was purposely edging you. “I remember what you said before. Are you my little fuck toy?” You nodded a little desperately. But it was not what he wanted to see, judging from his tightening fingers on your leg. He tutted at you.

What had he said before? You scrambled to remember. Remembered how he had lost control of himself at something you said… You realized. “Shindo, fuck your girlfriend like you mean it.” You reached a hand down to spread yourself open.

Shindo had expected something but not like that. “I was gonna go nice and slow because you’re my sweet little girlfriend, but it turns out you’re perfect for me.” He finally, finally started the slide of his fingers to probe deeper into your wet cunt and scissor your insides open. He was looking for that fleshy spot, leering at how your mouth fell open when he did find it. He turned his vibrating quirk on, watching you scream at the sudden quaking pressure. Only when you lay gasping and overstimulated, did he started inching his cock into your wetness. It was snug, tight, and still twitching from your orgasm--- Shindo’s eyes glazed over with pleasure, looking drunk on the feeling of you.

Once he moved.. oh god. He was drinking up your little whimpers and sighs, starting a dominating rhythm. It didn’t matter what you said or how you begged; he thrust hard and fast, kept you on edge when he slowed down, only to surprise you by pushing his cock punishingly hard against your sweet spot. It seemed like you were his little rag doll, subject to his whims—at least until he took pity on you, letting you orgasm when he finally came inside you. Even afterward, he kept you impaled and still on his cock. He enjoyed the feeling of cum slipping out of you, rubbing it back into your cunt. You shivered at feeling his fingers circle around, glazing your thighs with his release.

When you finally had some energy to talk, you scoffed. “That was gentle?”

“You should be glad that I didn’t vibrate my dick.” He shifted to lay on top of you, caging you in. You noticed he was careful not to crush you—something small that showed that he cared. He brought his slick fingers back to cup your face. “Gross, Shindo.” He grinned unrepentantly. He nuzzled your neck and you couldn’t resist playing with your boyfriend’s soft hair. It was a moment to cherish.

Then came his next statement. “Hey, what’s your dorm rules on boyfriends?” He barreled on, as if a thought just occurred to him. “Can I surprise McBlastie Bakugo in the morning? What I would give to see his face when he wakes up to see me.” He snickered. “So much for the fact you wouldn’t date me.“ You literally groaned for a whole different reason.

Shindo wasn’t going to let it rest though. When you stubbornly gave no answer, he took a different tactic. “Babe, don’t you want to show me off?” He cajoled you, rolling his hips a little deeper into yours. You clenched around him despite how tired you were. “Or we can just show off how I make you scream? Maybe we can even fuck on his bed?”

Okay. Shindo was an asshole and troll until the end of time, but he was officially your boyfriend. One part of having your dreams came true, you also had to forever mediate between him and your UA friends.

Eh. They could live with it.

#shindou you #shindou x reader #shindou yo x reader #bnha x reader #bnha smut #mha x reader #mha smut #bnha #bnhabookclub #discord server #shindo x reader #shindo yo #shindo yo x reader #boku no academia #boku no hero

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sugarverse · 19 days

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thinking about how pretty your boyfriends back would be covered in the deepest claw marks from you. how he would rut deeper into you the deeper your pretty nails stuck into his back. it almost like knives, stabbing and dragging themselves along his muscled back to leave new scars.

"f..fuck baby. c'mon.. you know i love it when you m..mark me." he mumbled into your neck, bruising your hips as he manhandled his way into you. shaking against him and hearing your name whimpered out onto your neck."you like hurtin me pretty girl? h..ha.. you like seeing me bleed for you?" he'd tease, slamming into your cervix to hear you stutter some pity response. he loved seeing how bad you wanted to be drained around his cock and he didn't mind getting hurt in the process.

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I kinda have a thing for size difference (Kells is fully eight inches taller than Em) idk about you, there’s just something about a grown ass man whose created such a badass persona being absolutely dwarfed by Kells (male or female) and his probably initial resentment of their height difference that slowly changes into appreciation and enjoyment 😉

anon you truly have your third eye open...

(ns!!f!!w under the cut)

“Hey,” Kells says, coming up behind Marshall, draping his arms over his shoulders and enveloping him in his warmth, “What’re you doin’? Come back to bed.”

Marshall stares solemnly at their reflection in the bathroom mirror, taking in just how small Kells makes him look, and remembers Kells’ giant hand on his dick as he rolled the condom on for him; Kells baring his throat as he rode Marshall like a fucking porn star, so long and lean and flushed that Marshall couldn’t take his eyes off him for a second, even as his mind shook apart.

There’s just… so much of him. So much of him to explore that Marshall is overwhelmed by it sometimes. He feels hopelessly inadequate in comparison, and he knows he looks it too; Kells’ height and male-model face and painstakingly selected clothes serving as a stark and unwanted reminder of how blandly average Marshall is in terms of physical appearance. He doesn’t think he’ll ever understand what Kells is doing with someone like him. He doesn’t say any of that, though. What he does say is, “Were you, like, stretched out at birth?”

Kells smiles. “If I didn’t know you were just jealous, that’d probably hurt my feelings.”

“Jealous?” Marshall repeats, affecting outrage even though Kells might be onto something there.

Kells takes Marshall’s chin in one hand and kisses him soundly on the mouth, licking his lips when he draws back, lighting a resilient spark in Marshall’s stomach.

“You’re hot as fuck,” Kells tells him, looking like he means it, his eyes travelling down Marshall’s body with an intensity that both thrills and appalls him. “I’m fuckin’ crazy about you,” Kells adds, when Marshall says nothing. “Your short-ass, rude-ass - ”

“I’m not short, you’re just built like a palm tree. One of them extra-skinny ones.”

“Oh, you’re definitely short. It’s probably on account of all that anger you got inside - stunted your growth.”

“I’ll stunt your growth,” Marshall mutters darkly, and Kells just laughs, his face bright and open when Marshall pulls him down for a kiss that is equal parts annoyed and affectionate.

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“‘scuse me,” Colson says, and reaches over Marshall’s head to open the kitchen cupboard, the bare skin of Colson’s chest warm against Marshall’s back, his scent - brown sugar shampoo and woodsy cologne and a mysterious whiff of orange - curling around Marshall sinuously.

Marshall forgets what he was just doing a second ago, blinking down at the sliced mushrooms on his cutting board like an idiot as Colson rummages around up there for an eternity, until he finally chooses a mug from their shared collection and steps aside to presumably get some coffee from the machine.

The loss of Colson’s body heat hits Marshall like a kick in the gut.

“Where do you think you’re goin’,” Marshall says, embarrassingly gruff, catching the drawstring of Colson’s sweatpants.

Colson freezes and glances down at him, a surprised smile lifting the corners of his mouth. “Again? This’s gotta be a new record for you.”

“Mm. Stop talking.”

Marshall leans up and Colson leans down and they kiss as passionately as if they hadn’t spent the entire weekend and most of this morning devouring each other, unable to get enough.

Colson moves a hand to the small of Marshall’s back and yanks him closer, and Marshall’s cock thickens so quickly that he’s lightheaded, and groaning, and sinking his teeth into Colson’s bottom lip.

“Know what I noticed recently?” Colson asks; husky, breathless, “You really like it when I…”

He backs Marshall into the wall and braces an arm on either side of his head, caging him in with his body. Marshall’s breaths come out fast and desperate, and he knows his arousal is written all over his face, but still, he says, “What’s that supposed to be?”

Colson looks at Marshall like he has him all figured out; like he’s the cat that ate the canary, except Marshall’s the canary, and it hasn’t happened yet, but it’s fated.

“You like that I’m bigger than you.”

Marshall doesn’t have the mental strength to make a show of objecting; he just swallows and says, “That’s - ”

But Colson doesn’t let him finish. He grips Marshall’s waist with both hands and lifts him a couple inches off the ground, guiding Marshall’s limbs around him for support before holding him in place with a wide palm under each of Marshall’s thighs.

It’s all Marshall can do not to fall to the floor and just lay there, short-circuited, steam pouring out of his ears.

“What the fu-uck,” Marshall wheezes, automatically digging his nails into Colson’s spine, “How - When did you - ”

“Weight training,” Colson says, “I keep tellin’ you not to underestimate me.”

And Marshall kisses him so aggressively that Colson almost drops him.

#asks!#anon #emgk #mine #m: fic #requested #lol i hope this isnt Too Much #this prompt could be a full fic but this is just a tidbit

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yandereaffections · 4 years

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THE 4TH MASTERLIST

Masterlist 4 in order: Continuation of Marvel, My Hero Academia, Mystic Messenger, Nameless: the one thing you must recall, Ouran High School Host Club

1st master list

2nd master list

3rd master list

5th master list

6th master list

7th master list

Continuation of Marvel

Tony Stark-

Headcannons

“I sent you more gifts! do you like them?!

NS FW headcannons

Sugar Daddy

NS FW Alphabet

S/o getting attention to the constant attention he attracts

Tony Stark vs Steve Rogers

Cold in Public yet Cuddly in Private

Pushover S/o

Tsundere S/o

Jealous of the amount of attention Steves giving S/o

The Purge

Plus size Lingerie model S/o

“How else would they know you belonged to me?”

“its like you were made for me”

S/o who doesnt mind his Yandere tendencies

S/o has a high Sex Drive NS FW

Jealous Tony

Finding a kitten

Shy/Book-wormy S/o

Valentines Day

Stephen Strange vs Tony Stark

S/os first relationship

Nerdy S/o

Poor yet incredibly Sweet S/o

S/os First Time NS FW

S/o not wanting anything to do with Tony

Touchy S/o Hiding behind him

Zombie Apocalypse

Sugar Daddy to a Male College student S/o

Corruption NS FW

NON-CON Bdsm NS FW TW

Single Parent S/o

Learning S/o has Terminal Heart Cancer

S/o with a Prosthetic Leg

Cute S/o that listens to Death Metal

Drawing Tony in a maid outfit

Blind S/o

Vampire S/o

S/o who shuts down after kidnapping

Yandere S/o protecting their Love interest

Punishing S/o who tried to escape

Artist S/o

S/o who can see ghosts

Suicidal S/o TW

“Hey demons its ya boy”

Making Halloween costumes

Poly Naga Stephen+Tony

Tonys Type

Hunted Down

S/o having a delayed reaction to being Kidnapped

Injured S/o

S/o being hit on by Quentin Beck

Cyber stalking

S/os in the military

Crush thinking his Flirts are only jokes

Losing S/o to the Snap

Comforting S/o after a bad day

Strong Kick ass S/o

Not knowing S/o immortal, watching them get stabbed

S/o loving DIY stuff

Finding out S/o been begging to Jarvis to help them escape

S/o secretly making robo stuff

S/o having inhuman strength

terrorist S/o

S/o calling ptsd “spicy nostalgia”

Submissive tony NS FW

Tonys s/o phasing through security after being kidnapped

Life Threatening Situation

Male S/o is a single parent

Modest S/o wont let him spoil them

S/o in a depressive episode

What kind of gifts does he buy his darling

How he shows affection

dealing with competing suitors

Proposal HC

Vampire Tony Hunted down

Incubus Tony

Natasha Romanoff-

Headcannons

Dealing with competition

Wanda vs Natasha

“You’re such a pretty little thing tied up like that” NS FW

NS FW headcannons

Bucky vs Natasha

S/o whos not into girls

Hunted Down

S/o Disobeying

Avenger S/o

Choosing S/os Clothes

Shy s/o

Wanda Maximoff-

Wanda vs Natasha

Headcannons

NS FW headcannons

Bisexual S/o

Vampire Wanda

ADHD & Autistic S/o

Okoye-

Headcannons

S/o who runs away

Nick Fury-

Headcannons

Shy and Quiet S/o

Bruce Banner-

Being able to control his emotions

Headcannons

Hela Odison-

Headcannons

Carol Danvers-

headcannons

Powerful S/o

Single parent s/o

Oblivious S/o

Oblivious S/o is getting flirted with

Vision-

Hunted down

My Hero Academia-

Izuku Midoriya (Deku)-

Coming home covered in blood begging for love

Headcannons

“if you dont love me ill kill myself”

NS FW alphabet

Deku vs Bakugo

Naga Izuku

Submissive NS FW

S/o who is clingy during their period

Punishments

Kidnapped S/o giving up

Naga Izuku NS FW

Jealous S/o leaving hickeys all over him

College Roomate

Siren Izuku w/ Lost at sea S/o

S/o w/ Psychedelic quirk

Poly Uraraka/Deku w/ a S/o who loves to Knit

S/o w/ a Angelic quirk

Not letting anyone else touch his S/o

Poly Nage Deku/Bakugo w/ Harpy S/o

Naga Izuku w/ Crush whos terrified of snakes

S/o who is tired all the time

The Purge + Blind S/o

Poly Uraraka/Deku HC

Nurse S/o

Tough S/o using her quirk to play with kids

S/o who loves his fluffy hair

Bakugo + Izuku with a S/o whos Quirk ends up hurting them

Dating Aizawas daughter

“hows the weather up there?”

Siren

Villain Deku trying to supply his vampire s/o with his blood

Darlings whos accidently morbid and creepy

Finding Crush s/o crying cause they were rejected by someone else

Gifting him an actual heart in a jar for Valentines

Yandere Alphabet: B,D,H,M,O

Villain Deku Headcannons

Comforting S/o who is upset over a character design change

Goth Darling who melts at affection

Comforting S/o who feels objectified

Poly Deku & Uraraka Headcannons

S/o who cant kiss directly in fear of eye contact

Darling attracting butterflies to them with their blood

Kidnapped S/o breaking down in relief that they dont have to worry about school anymore

Kidnapped Darling demanding cuddles when coming home

S/o that demands affection

Darling who loves that love lolita fashion but broke

Praise Kink & Sugar Mommy S/o NS FW

Poly Kirideku

S/o wearing a lolita dress inspired by his hero outfit

Izuku Midoriya vs Peter Parker

S/o likes to be carried by him

S/o escapes only to come back with fast food

S/o saying "Yo! Guess what I found!!" with a arrow in their shoulder

S/o who jokes they're basically a acrow with anxiety cause they love shiny

"Why would you want me? You could have anyone you wanted"

Bakugo Katsuki-

Deku vs Bakugo

Shut in S/o

S/o who has low self esteem due to family

S/o whose friends are affectionate

S/o Practicing their Love Confession with Deku

Accidentally hurting S/os feelings

Unknowingly kidnapping Vampire S/o

Liking Naga Bakugos punishments

Poly Nage Deku/Bakugo w/ Harpy S/o

Werewolf Bakugo protecting his mate

S/o whose parents dont let them have more than the minimum

S/o does illegal quirk cage battles

S/o Revealing her Healing quirk

Tall darling with low self esteem

Parents not supporting S/o after Winning tournament

Quiet crush Kabedoning him

S/o who can beat his ass

Bakugo + Izuku with a S/o whos Quirk ends up hurting them

S/o has a ‘villainous’ quirk

Kidnapped darling ignoring him

Naga Bakugo/Hunted down

Darling confessing to him first

Only being soft for his S/o

Villain Darling

S/o who’s the polar opposite of him

Finding his missing kidnapped S/o in his bed

Kidnapped darling loving him back

S/o who spars cause they want to be pinned

Accidently hurting a low self esteem reader

Bat quirked reader

Aizawa Shouta-

Werewolf Aizawa + Breeding NS FW

Depressed S/o

Feral NS FW

Villain S/o

NS FW HC

The Purge

Vampire

Incubus NS FW

Poly Incubus EraserMic w/ S/o NS FW

Drider

Vampire S/o

Demon

Demon Aizawa w/ angel s/o

Life Threatening situation

S/o being forced to be a Villain cause their family is that way

Werewolf Aizawa

S/o who relaxes when he plays with their hair

Thicc S/o

S/o who loves cats just as much as him

Making him jealous from giving all your attention to cats

Cuddling HC

Hawks kidnapping Aizawas S/O prt 2 (prt one on Hawks section)

Shinso dating Aizawas child

Cat like S/o

Stalking celerity S/o

S/o with daddy issues

S/o w/ a Bear quirk

Taking care of his new child

Neko s/o going into heat NS FW

Yandere Alphabet: A,B,E,L,W

Student reader turns out to be the UA Traitor

Finding his S/o tangled in his scarf

Headcannons

S/os personality changes around animals

Stalker Headcannons

Finding out crush sleeps with a eraser head plushie

Tall S/o that pulls him into their chest in every hug

Aizawa falling for a MILF S/o

S/o who was rejected at first before Aizawa fell for them

Ropework NS FW

Favorite Position & Breeding kink NS FW

S/o avoiding him cause they think theyre annoying

Presentation Michael-

Poly Incubus EraserMic w/ S/o NS FW

Todoroki Shoto-

NS FW alphabet

Jealous Todoroki

Yandere Crush

Kidnapping Tourist S/o

“You’ve already made me a victim, no need to make me a liar too”

Naga Todoroki

Yakuza Leader S/o attempting to send a hit on his father

Orgasm control, BDSM NS FW

S/o who wants to be a Manga artist more than a hero

Sick Darling

S/o whos clingy during their period

Yandere Alphabet: C,E,K,W

Falling for S/o HC

Villain Shoto w/ civilian crush

Villain Shoto w/ villain crush

Engulfing him in a hug after a battle happy hes ok

S/o doesnt speak the same language

Tsuyu Asui-

S/o’s a fan of hers

Hitoshi Shinso-

Siren Hitoshi using his voice to make S/o take their swimsuit off

Naga Hitoshi

Shinso dating Aizawas child

How he would treat you

Dabi Todoroki-

Headcannons

S/o who’s unfazed by Dabis appearance

NON-CON + Incubus Dabi NS FW TW

End of the world + Breeding NS FW

Innocent Baby sitter crush

Witch S/o

Poly Incubus Dabi/Hawks w/ S/o NS FW

S/o with healing tears family constantly makes them cry

Freedom HC

Stealing his drugged crush after a dental surgery

socially awkward and anxious s/o

another social anxiety s/o HC

Celebrating S/os Birthday

Commenting he should visit his mother more

Gentle darling S/o

S/os in a loveless quirk marriage

Loner S/o

Fluff HCs

S/o who has a cruel family

S/o whos so scared of dadi they cry anytime he gets near

Kidnapping his S/o

Shigaraki Tomura-

Buff s/o who’s actually a softie

someone hurting his darling right infront of him

Younger sister reader

S/o also has skin problems

Affectionate and loving darling

S/o who only allows him to touch them

Yandere Alphabet: A,B,H,I

S/o w/ a quirk similar to his own

Sick darling

Proposing to him

Finding out S/o is his favorite streamer

Peaceful S/o who hates violence

Favorite Position NS FW

Praise/Body Worship NS FW

S/o who looking at him with motherly loving eyes

Breaking down and coming to him for comfort

Gentle darling

S/o saying he takes away their emotional pain

naive and trusting darling

“Do I need to remind you what happened last time you acted out? Because I will if you keep pushing me.”

Someone trying to save kidnapped S/o

Kirishima Eijirou-

Headcannons

Fluff HC

S/o who acts tough but is actually really soft

Finding his S/o fighting Bakugou

Poly Kirideku

Getting jealous over how you treat your friend

Momo Yaoyorozu-

Headcannons

S/o Spoiling her

S/o wants more stuffed animals but already has a bed full of them

Uraraka Ochako-

Poly Uraraka/Deku w/ a S/o who loves to Knit

Poly Uraraka/Deku HC

More Poly Deku & Uraraka Headcannons

Tamaki Amajiki-

S/o isnt bothered with being kidnapped

S/o whos on their period

Tamaki + Mirio Poly HC

Vampire

S/o also has Anxiety

Kidnapped s/o insisting on a movie night

S/o is something like the mom of 1A

Seeing his darling is stabbed yet calm about it

Sugar Daddy & One thing that would instantly turn them on NS FW

Coming home to S/o and their collapsed pillow fort

S/o who loves to cook

Gifting him butterfly hairclips

Hearing S/o saying "Do you have Five wilting Cabbage Leaves instead of a Brain?" to another that tried asking them out

Kidnapped S/o who just stands there after breaking out of captivity

Mirio-

Tamaki + Mirio Poly HC

Accidentally bumping into Blind darling

S/o who likes cats but hes a dog person

S/o who has a god level quirk but is a dumbass

How his yandere tendencies are affected by losing his quirk

Darling flirting with other people

Bear quirk S/o

S/o missing school cause they got hurt while fighting a villain

S/o whos soft with Eri

Pregnant S/o who doesnt want to keep them

Rival s/o whos mad at him for taking their spot in the Big Three

Wooing a introvert darling

Villain Mirio

S/os boyfriend left her pregnant

Hawks-

Equally clingy S/o

S/o with wings

Cottagecore S/o

S/o with a symbiote quirk

Cat Quirk reader

S/o having a depressive episode

Quirkless S/o whos afraid of heights

Cockwarming and creampieing NS FW

S/o who loves the petname ‘kitten’

Hawks Bird habits HC

Soft S/o getting pissed and yelling in Spanish

Bathing with him

S/o likes it rough slightly NS FW

Breeding/Heat HC NS FW

Using his Feathers as a form of bondage NS FW

Finding out his S/o is pregnant

Kidnapped S/o whos chill as long as they have games

S/o whos dependent and clingy feels like he they dont deserve him

Demon

Vampire

Celebrating Halloween

S/o dressing up as him for Halloween

Purge

Villain Hawks

Poly Incubus Dabi/Hawks w/ S/o NS FW

Comforting S/o whose friend started ignoring them suddenly

Falling for a different heros S/o

Breeding season NS FW

Hawks kidnapping Aizawas S/o (prt 2 on Aizawas section)

Almost forcing his Vegan S/o to eat meat

Wings HC

Raising a child

Vegan darling HC

Dealing with s/os teacher who doesnt treat them right

Extra Heat HC NS FW

Raising a teenage child

Darling who has separation anxiety

Soft S/o whos tall and buff

Feral Headcannons

Shy, Awkward reader

Bat quirk S/o

Miruko & Hawks x reader Headcannons

Preening S/os wings

Male S/o First Time & Corruption NS FW

S/o who has self harm scars on their legs TW

S/os scared of birds

Hero s/o hates the hero commissions

S/o has a affectionate pet bird thats a little shit to keigo

Overhaul-

S/o who has a body pillow of him

Trying to get him on a normal date

Virgin S/o NS FW

Angel

S/o whose power ultimately harms them

Darling ends up pregnant because of him

raising a child

S/o is as much of a clean freak as he is

Yandere Alphabet: A,B,I,K,W

Calling him a crow because of his looks

Escaping with Eri

S/o is a escape artist

Naga Overhaul

Kaminari-

S/o scared theyll get zapped if they touch him

S/o who loves affection but is shy about PDA

Using him as a shield against socializing with others

Finding out S/o is Kirishimas sibling

S/o who isnt given gifts often

Werewolf

Using his quirk during sex NS FW

Yandere Alphabet: A,B,J,W

S/o who loves him just as much

Would denki hurt anyone or punish his S/o

Sero-

Darling confessing their love to him

Yandere Alphabet: A,K,S,R,T

Tokoyami-

Finding out S/o goes out to feed cats with Aizawa and Shinsou

S/o going out of their way to spend time with them

Cuddling HC

Crush is Bakugos sister

Iida-

Finding out S/o wonders out at night

Jealous HC

Koda-

S/o who also has a animal quirk

Miruko-

Chubby S/o

Miruko & Hawks x reader Headcannons

Nejire-

Headcannons

Jirou-

Headcannons

Mina Ashido-

Headcannons

Inko Midoriya-

Headcannons

Introducing deku to their new sibling w/ s/o

Lingerie & Bodyworship NS FW

Average day with her

Haunted house

Rei Todoroki-

Headcannons

Soft and quiet darling

Foreplay Headcannons NS FW

Introducing her new child w/ s/o

Calm S/o yelling for the first time

Aoyama-

Protective S/o

Mystic Messenger:

Saeyoung Choi (707)-

NS FW alphabet

Headcannons

Hunted Down

Angry 707

NS FW Headcannons

Yoosung Kim-

Headcannons

Vampire S/o

Jumin Han-

Headcannons

Vampire Jumin turing over his S/o

Gore

“Just tell me their name and ill make this all better”

NS FW headcannons

Agoraphobic S/o

V-

Naga V

Zen-

Headcannons

Nameless, the one thing you must recall:

Tei-

Life Threatening Situations

Lance-

Headcannons

Yeonho-

“i saw you talking to them, Back off their mine”

Yuri-

Headcannons

Oran Highschool Host Club:

Tamaki Suoh-

Headcannons

S/o who only wears the same jeans

Finally being in a Relationship with S/o

Attempting to break up with him

Celebrating S/os birthday

Bakery owner Crush isnt interested

Deal with a down on her luck singer

Sweet tooth S/o

Book loving S/o

Honey Mitsukuni-

Headcannons

S/o collects Stuffed animals

Crush isnt into young men

S/o fears men

Mori Takashi-

Headcannons

Werewolf Takashi

Dancer S/o

Book loving S/o

S/o asking to be spoiled

Taking S/os cat

S/o crying because on knee and back pain

Hikaru Hitachiin-

Poly Headcannons

Kaoru Hitachiin-

Poly headcannons

Homeless Crush

Falling for Haruhis childhood friend

Werewolf S/o trapped

S/os afraid of girls so they cross dress

relationship Headcannons

Kyoya Otoori-

Future wife disappears before wedding

Bullied S/o

Darlings a MMA Fighter

Werewolf/Hunted down

Haruhi-

S/o related to Honey senpai

Darling threatening to fight the sun after getting a sun burn

Tamaki trying to help Haruhis clueless S/o on romance

Crushing on Haruhi but wanting to hide her gender

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[TRR] Kairos

Kairos - Part 3B

Pairing: Liam x Riley, Liam x OC Series Rating/Warnings: 18+; language; series will include ns*w 🍋 scenes Chapter Rating/Warnings: language, sexual innuendo Author’s Note: * All main characters belong to Pixelberry, I’m just borrowing them * Kairos (καιρός) is a word in Greek that translates to “the right time” or “the right moment to act” * Liam’s wife asks about “the one that got away” one night over dinner, and Liam recounts a relationship from his past * Struggled with this long ass half chapter that I was supposed to post last week; I just need it to be done with * Worked in two Friends writing prompts (Ross #30 and Chandler #9) from @loveellamae which will be highlighted in bold * Word Count: +/- 7200 it’s the longest day everrrrr

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If you missed a post or need to catch up: Kairos Masterlist

“I’m Liam, your climbing and adventure instructor for the day,” he grinned smugly, eyes trained straight ahead.

Elia looked on at the yacht that grew larger with each passing second. “That’s your family boat? That’s not a boat! It’s a floating mansion!”

“It’s actually the smaller vessel. We have a larger one back home, practically dwarfing the size of Radiant Ruby here.” He pulled up to the stern, waving at a deckhand. They disembarked, and Liam escorted Elia on board before conversing briefly in the same language Liam used with Leo. The deckhand hopped into the boat and headed back to the harbor. “He’ll keep the boat at the harbor until we return, and get a day to himself on the island.”

Elia nodded in understanding, and looked around as Liam guided her to a room; everything on the yacht was spotless and polished, with plush cushions atop built-in loveseats and chairs, along with bowls of fresh fruit on kitchen counters.

He pushed a door open and pressed himself against the wall to allow Elia to enter. She stepped into the room, furnished with a full bed, dresser, and leather seating. On the far end of the room was the bathroom, complete with fluffy towels and a terrycloth robe on a hanger. “My room is just a few doors down.” He motioned his thumb over one shoulder. “Please make yourself comfortable, the kitchen is stocked with coffee, tea, and Chef Miriam can make just about anything you want, if you haven’t already had breakfast. I’ll be up momentarily, I just need to finish packing up the gear in my quarters.”

“How long will it take to get there, now that we’re on the Titanic?”

Liam chuckled softly. “An hour, hour and a half, maybe…since we need to head to Masouri first. I’ll see you upstairs in a few minutes?”

Elia nodded. “Yes, of course.” She smiled pleasantly at him as he disappeared down the hallway. Elia took a moment to unpack a bag of makeup and toiletries in the bathroom, and pulled out a white sundress from her bag, hanging it up for later. Once she pulled unnecessary items from her bag to leave in the room, she headed up to the kitchen area.

An older woman with a kind face greeted her as she stood in front of the stove, holding a briki over a burner. “Kaliméra, I’m Miriam, would you care for coffee?”

“Nai parakaló,” Elia confirmed. “Glykos?”

Miriam nodded and pulled another demitasse cup from the shelf, keeping careful watch over the briki. “Maybe you tell the young master Liam to do the same, he has such a sweet tooth!”

“I need the extra sugar today, Miriam,” Liam laughed as he ascended the stairs, carrying a large daypack with him. “We’re climbing, I need fuel!”

Miriam clicked her tongue at him. “I’ll make you omelets, that’s better fuel for hiking and climbing.”

“Efcharistó,” he grinned, thanking her. He looked over to Elia. “Would you like to sit out on the deck, enjoy the sea air?”

“Sure, maybe bring some of that rope? I could use a refresher course on some of the knots.”

“Of course.” Liam unclipped a bundle of rope from his pack and they stepped out onto the deck. Elia leaned over the guardrail and closed her eyes, feeling the wind against her face as they moved across the water. Liam smiled at the sight of her smile, lowering his gaze to the table when she set her heels down on the floor.

She asked questions about elevation heights and climbing classes for various routes. He was about to go inside to grab a map when Miriam carried out a tray of food containing coffee, water, omelets, and fresh fruit and yogurt. While they ate breakfast, she asked about past trips to the island and where else he’d traveled. “The usual cities through Europe, traveling with my father and brother for work,” he answered, before swallowing a spoonful of strained yogurt swirled with preserves. “London, Rome, Madrid…Athens more times than I can count,” he chuckled. “Morocco as a child, where Leo pranked everyone into serving me chicken tagine for nearly every meal. I’ve always wanted to visit Southeast Asia though…it’s unfortunate we haven’t had to do business outside of Europe yet.”

“Where would you go in Asia, if you could go anywhere?”

“Singapore’s at the top of the list, along with Thailand and Malaysia. I’d spend six months exploring the Philippines and all its islands if I could, along with a tiny string of islands called Las Perlas. Have you heard of them?”

Elia bit into a fig, chewing on it slowly before answering. “I’ve been told the islands there have powder-fine white sands and turquoise water, like something out of a dream.”

“That’s what I’ve heard as well.” The corners of Liam’s mouth turned up. “Have you been lucky enough to travel to any of those places?”

She lowered her gaze to look at the food on her plate before looking up at him. “When I was younger, before I was sent to boarding school in Germany, yes. Summer often meant traveling with my family to Tokyo, and Hong Kong. One time my siblings and I spent a summer in Madagascar. The baobab trees are a sight to behold.”

Liam blinked slowly and smiled with mild levity at her response.

Following breakfast, Elia and Liam practiced making knots. He was amused when she whispered to herself in German when making figure eights. “What’s that you’re saying?”

Elia laughed softly at herself. “It’s been over a year since I’ve done any climbing,” she replied, undoing the knot in the rope before measuring a length of it from one hand to the opposite shoulder. She pinched it in the middle, her left hand gripping it so a loop formed above her hand. “I had a German instructor teach me when I was away at boarding school. Make a ghost,” she instructed, twisting the loop once. “Strangle the ghost,” she continued, taking the short end of rope around the back, “and poke him in the eye.” She threaded the end of the rope through the loop from the back and pulled the ends, creating a single figure eight. “Tie into the harness…may I use your arm?” Liam nodded and stuck his arm out, and Elia looped the rope around his forearm once. “Then make some train tracks,” she added, following the path to make two sets of knots. She adjusted the knots closer to Liam’s arm before tightening them. “And you’re locked into your harness.”

“Interesting technique. Do you have other tricks for tying knots? Bunnies running around trees, maybe?” His eyes twinkled as he looked at her, grinning when she shook her head at him.

Elia smacked his hand playfully as she loosened the rope. “Only if I’m tying my shoelaces…or maybe bunny ears would be easier for you to remember?” Liam grinned wider at her response. “Come on, what other knots should I know to keep us both from falling to our deaths?”

“Let’s try a Prusik,” Liam chuckled.

—

As they approached their destination, Elia went down to her room to change her shoes and gather her things. She slipped off her sandals and slung her bag over her shoulder, carrying her hiking boots and a pair of socks in her hand as she made her way back up to the main deck, where Liam was seated, tying the laces on his own boots. “Don’t forget, the bunny runs around the tree first,” she teased. Her brows creased together when Liam tied the laces together and then began to undo his work. “Why are you undoing your laces?”

Liam shook his head and a hint of a smile made the corners of his mouth turn up. “Soft, flat shoes on deck, barefoot’s even better,” he reminded her. “I was just checking to make sure nothing felt funny while wearing them. We’ll need to take a taxi from the harbor to the shop in Masouri. I think it’ll be easier if we come back here and take the hybrid boat, and start off on Telendos. Depending on how long we’re there, we can have lunch on Telendos or Kalymnos, and I’ll take you to Grande Grotta before heading to Kantouni.”

“You weren’t kidding about it being an ambitious day.”

“Or we can do one climb and spend the rest of the day swimming and tanning on the beach, if you like,” he offered.

“Not a chance! You said this is your last day for climbing, so we’re gonna climb!”

Liam grinned as he stood up, helping Elia to her feet. “I like your attitude! Let’s get started,” he said, ticking his head towards the doors.

—

After a visit to a shop on the island for climbing gear, Liam guided a small boat towards the island of Telendos. Elia had accepted his offer to pay for most of her gear, with the exception of the shoes - she insisted on paying for them herself, mentioning something about an old superstition. They hiked to the first spot on Liam’s list, called “Inspiration,” chatting and joking along the way. When they arrived at the rock face, Elia stared up at the wall in front of them, mouth gaping open like a goldfish. “I might have to eat my words,” she murmured, staring up at two climbers already on the wall.

“What’s wrong?” Liam sat down on a small boulder, unlacing his boots to switch into climbing shoes.

“I…I don’t think I can climb that,” she said quietly. “That’s so much taller than anything I’ve ever climbed.”

“It’s only about a hundred meters or so.”

“What?!” Elia spun around to look at him, taking in a deep breath. “I’ve only climbed half that, at best!” She began to pace nervously in front of him, talking to herself. “No no no no no, I can’t do this. Can I do this? I don’t think I can do this. My god, even if I got stuck, that would be such a long way to…no. No I’ll just stay down here.”

Liam shoved his other foot into the climbing shoe in his hands and stood up, lightly grasping Elia’s shoulders. He squeezed them with reassurance, crouching to make himself level with her eyes. “Hey, hey, Elia.” His voice was soothing and calm. “You can do this, you know. Everything you’ve already told me about yourself tells me that you can handle anything set in your path. I’ll be there the whole time, looking out for you.” He looked deep into her eyes, his brow creased with concern. “Just take it one step at a time, for as long as you can stand it. What’s the worst that could happen?”

“I could die,” Elia replied flatly.

Liam laughed to dissipate their nerves. “The paths are already bolted in, if you lose your grip or footing, you’ll only fall to the previous point, and I’ll be on the ground, looking out for you. I won’t let you fall. I promise.”

“You promise?”

“I promise you, Elia de Leon, I will not let you fall prey to harm during my watch.” He stood up and crossed an X over his heart with his index finger. “Make it to the top of Inspiration and all other climbing today is optional, though when you make it to the top I think you’ll want to keep going.”

“When I make it to the top?” She raised her brow to him, questioning his word choice.

“I have faith in you,” he grinned.

Elia shook her head in disbelief, but set her bag on the ground and pulled her new climbing shoes free. After setting up their harnesses, Liam clipped on a number of carabiners and quickdraws to her belt, and they made their way to the route he’d highlighted on the map, pointing out which bolts to follow. Elia took in a deep breath, reaching behind her back for the chalk bag, and rubbed the powder between her already sweaty palms.

“We can watch the other climbers for a bit, if you’re not ready. Or run a few practice climbs, to get your muscle memory going.”

Elia gave Liam a shy, half-smile, nodding her head. “I’d like that. The uh, practice climbs.”

“Would you like to climb first, or belay?”

“Belay. I’ll watch you for pointers.”

Liam tied his harness with one end of the rope, while Elia fed the other through the belay device on her harness. She slipped on a pair of gloves and watched Liam as he approached the wall, eyeing the space before him for spots to use as hand and foot holds. When he was ready, he glanced over his shoulder, back to Elia. “On belay, Elia?” With other climbers around them, calling out their names minimized confusion between climbing commands.

“Belay on, Liam.” She adjusted her stance and held on to her end of the rope.

“Climbing, Elia,” he replied, securing his foot on a small rock ledge.

“Climb on, Liam,” she answered back, feeding the rope forward. She kept her eyes on Liam as he climbed up the wall, giving him slack as he progressed, and taking in the rope each time he paused. Focused as she was on supporting the rope, it was impossible not to take notice of the way the muscles in his calves and arms flexed with each movement up the wall.

They took turns climbing and belaying, taking short breaks in between to rest. Elia’s fingers were sore after just a few practice runs, having forgotten how much pressure it took to stay upright. They chatted with the other climbers there that morning, with Elia sometimes acting as a translator when Liam’s language limitations stymied pleasant conversation.

“So, do you think you’re ready to tackle all of Inspiration before noon? We’ll lose the shade soon, and that will make climbing more difficult.”

“I guess it’s time to find out,” Elia replied, dusting off her backside. They walked over to where they’d left their rope, and Elia worked a figure eight to attach the rope to her harness. She secured her helmet and stepped up to the rock face, and they went through the belay commands before she started her climb. It was slow but steady progress, now that her muscles were fatigued from the morning’s efforts, but she took breaks when she needed them, and Liam helped guide her to find footholds.

Liam reveled in the opportunity to admire Elia’s figure without repercussion while she climbed. While his eyes were trained on her hands and feet to ensure her safety, he couldn’t help stealing glances at the roundness of her backside, or marveling at the strength contained in her lithe, slender arms. At one point, she was up higher than she’d ever climbed before, but the arms he’d been staring at were beginning to tremble from fatigue. Liam noticed she hadn’t moved in a while, and pulled the rope to lessen the slack.

“Elia, look at that overhang at ten o’clock,” Liam hollered up. “Hook your left heel on it and you can hang and stretch your arms.”

“I don’t think my leg can stretch that far, oh tall one!”

Liam laughed. “Cross over, get your right foot in a better position, Elia!” She did as instructed, and stretched her foot above her, hooking her heel on the overhang. Liam lessened the slack in the rope and Elia let go of the rock with one hand, letting her arm stretch in the air for a few counts, before switching to rest her other arm. After a minute, she resumed climbing, until she reached the top, surprised and relieved to see other climbers had been up there the whole time.

After catching her breath, she stood up and gasped at the breathtaking view. Bright, blue ocean surrounded them, save for the mass of land to one side that was Kalymnos. She felt the tiniest tug on her rope, and made her way to the edge, leaning over to see Liam waving at her. “Let me know when you’re anchored in so I can climb!” Even a hundred meters below, his smile was bright beacon up to her, and she felt her heart swell. “Totally worth the effort, right, Elia?”

“So worth it, Liam!” She smiled down at him and turned around, looking for some way to anchor the rope. The other climbers pointed to a large boulder and helped her find a clear spot, showing her how to offset the weight so she could belay and keep an eye on Liam safely from the ledge.

Liam went through the belay commands again, and began to climb as she kept even tension on the rope. He collected each quickdraw as he ascended to the next point, while Elia stole glances at his arms. From her angle, it was difficult to guide him, but he didn’t need much help since he was following along the rope line. When he reached the top, Liam had a weary but satisfied grin on his face. Once they’d safely collected their rope away from the ledge, Elia and Liam removed their helmets and took in the scenic view again. Liam pulled his phone out from a back pocket. “Indulge me in some photos?”

Elia smiled and leaned in next to Liam, flashing finger hearts to the screen as he took a photo. One of the other climbers offered to take a photo of them, and she wanted to leap out of her skin when he put his arm around her. “What do we do now?” she asked, looking around.

“Now, we hike back down to get our things, and…” Liam paused to pull out his phone again to check the time, “…we can probably squeeze in another path here and head to Kalymnos for a late lunch, if you’re not hungry yet.”

“Lead the way,” Elia replied, clapping her hands together.

—

Liam was impressed by Elia’s willingness to keep climbing as the day wore on; though the next climb was more difficult than Inspiration, that didn’t stop her from trying. She seemed to have a good grasp on her limitations, though Liam encouraged her to take one more step or reach for one more hold. She guided Liam without calling out every movement as well, taking notice when he’d pause and rest longer than usual.

They had lunch at a restaurant within the Philoxenia Hotel, and followed a path to Grande Grotta, a massive cave overlooking the sea and Telendos. He watched as Elia’s jaw dropped again at the sight of the cave, full of stalactites and tufas to grapple with. She pointed towards their next target. “You want me…me…to climb some part of that?”

“Only if you want to, it’s more advanced, so there’s absolutely no pressure. I’ve only done a handful of paths with Leo, and it’s daunting every time I’ve tried.”

“I might have to tap out,” she laughed nervously. “Though I’ll gladly watch and cheer you on.”

After the short hike to the cave, Liam changed into his climbing shoes again, and Elia prepared to belay him from the ground. He grinned to himself when he caught the way her eyes widened when he took off his shirt, in an effort to keep it dry as the summer sun beat down on them. The structure was impressive from afar, and intimidating up close. He approached the far side of the cave. “What path is this?” Elia asked, securing the rope to her belay device.

“Aegialis,” Liam replied. “Not very technical, but it’s a popular one because of the views. He handed her the phone from his pocket. “Could you take some photos of me, if I hit the curve?” He gestured above him.

Elia gave him an awkward smile. “That…might be difficult, if I’m using both hands to hold on to the rope.” She handed him back his phone, rummaging through her bag until she retrieved what looked like a retro toy camera. She glanced over her shoulder to grin at Liam, and turned to walk over to a trio of climbers resting on the rocks, cycling through her rolodex of languages until Liam caught bits of Italian, followed by nodding and Elia pointing to Liam. He waved at the group and she walked back towards him, leaving behind the device.

“Is that a film camera?”

“Huh? Oh, no, that’s just a phone case I thought was really cute. They’re going to take photos while I belay and you climb, so I don’t have to worry about you losing your grip while I try to line up a shot. Ready?”

“Thank you for doing this with me today,” Liam grinned, tipping his chin down to look into Elia’s eyes.

“Thank you for the invitation.”

Liam walked over to the cave wall and looked around, gears in his head turning to pick a spot to start. He went through the climbing and belay commands with Elia again, and soon he had his fingers curled around limestone and rock, climbing to his heart’s content. Every time he glanced over his shoulder to look down at Elia, she had an awestruck expression on her face, offering him shy, reassuring smiles as she fed and tightened the rope with his movements.

When his eyes were on the rock, he never saw the way she bit her bottom lip each time he stretched his arm to a new hold, or the way she’d stare as his calves flexed to grip a ledge and push himself forward. He never caught the way she stopped blinking to watch the way his back muscles moved when he’d twist and turn against the solid earth.

He only saw the way she tilted her chin farther up every time he looked back, keeping a watchful eye on him as he attempted a tricky overhang. Even with all his focus on the rock, he wondered what it would be like to have his hand curled around the side of her neck, searching for a tender spot to kiss that would make her gasp.

When Liam returned safely to the ground, he was dripping with sweat like he’d been doing sprints. Once they’d coiled up the rope, Elia gently tossed him a bottle of water before going back to the other climbers to retrieve her phone. Liam poured some of the water directly onto his head, relishing in the momentary relief it provided as it trickled down his chest and back, and poured more into his palms to rinse off the chalk. “I don’t know about you, but I could go for a swim. How do the photos look?”

Elia smiled and turned the phone in her hand to share the screen, tapping through some of the photos. Liam’s silhouette appeared in the frame, surrounded by blue sea and sky in the background. There were even a few shots with Elia, her head tilted up in watchful vigilance as Liam hung from the rock formation. “You looked good up there,” she said quietly, switching the phone off. “Give me your number or email later, and I’ll send them to you. This is an old phone, so the battery doesn’t last very long.”

“We can head back to the boat, and then go around the coast to another spot on the island.” Liam stuffed the ropes into his pack and changed back into his hiking boots. “ There’s a nice cave over the water where we can solo climb.”

—

After taking the small boat back to the yacht, Elia and Liam returned to their rooms to freshen up while the captain steered the ship towards the southern coast of the island. Elia took a quick shower to wash off the sweat and dust from climbing, making sure to apply a liberal amount of sunblock before slipping on black bikini bottoms and a neon pink and blue bikini top. She added a sheer white coverup and gathered up her things to meet Liam on the deck.

She found him looking out at the water, back turned to her, wearing just his swim trunks. He turned and smiled at Elia when he heard the door open, eyeing the strap of her bag on her shoulder, lingering just long enough to appreciate what he could see of her swimwear under the wisp of fabric covering her. “You won’t need your bag, just your climbing shoes,” he said. “It’ll be a bit of a swim, but the captain will get as close as he can to the coast.”

“Guess that means I won’t need this cover, then?” Elia pinched at the fabric on her shoulder.

“Correct,” Liam grinned.

“In that case, could you help me with something?”

“Anything.”

“Get my back?” Elia set her bag down on one of the chairs, pulling a tube of sunblock free. She handed it to Liam as she untied the sheer kimono-style coverup. “That is, if your hands aren’t too sore from climbing today.”

A knowing grin flashed across Liam’s lips. “Never too sore to help a lady in need of assistance.” He took the tube from her hands and squirted a generous amount of sunblock into his palm as Elia turned around, eyebrows raising to the sky when she unhooked the strap across her back. Elia dropped one shoulder and twisted her head to look at him. “For an even application,” she suggested, before looking forward to the water again.

Rubbing his hands together to warm up the lotion, Liam pressed his hands to her back with broad strokes, using his thumbs to apply gentle pressure to Elia’s muscles. Her head swayed slightly and a tiny moan escaped her lips, which he interpreted as a positive sign. He worked the lotion into her already tanned skin, his strong hands roving across her waist, tempted to delve under the waistband of her suit. He felt her shiver pleasantly at his touch as he kneaded the space between her shoulder blades.

If he were a lesser man, he could have used her state of undress to reach forward and cup her breasts, or pull at the strings on the back of her neck to undo her top. Tempted as he was, Liam gently tapped either side of her waist to let her know he was finished; he thought he saw her shoulders drop with disappointment before she reached back and hooked her straps together. “Thank you,” she said, turning around to face him. “Can I repay the favor by getting your back?”

“I won’t turn down a back rub with a side of sun protection,” Liam grinned again, pulling out a chair from the table. He sat on the edge of the seat, sighing to himself when he felt Elia’s hands swipe lotion across his shoulders. He let out a quiet, shuddering groan as she worked out a knot.

“Oh my god, are you made of the rocks we climbed today? Are you secretly Ben Grimm?”

Liam chuckled as she worked another knot loose. “That’s not usually who people associate me with from the Marvel universe, secret comic book nerd.” He turned his head back to catch her eye. “It’s nothing an hour in the hot tub can’t alleviate.”

“Hot tub?”

“There’s one on the lower deck. Fantastic Four fan, hmm?”

Elia laughed softly as she continued to rub lotion into Liam’s skin, leaning in to reach his lower back. “You can thank my brother Reg for that, I was always stealing his comic books when we were children.”

“Thank you, brother Reg,” Liam parroted.

Elia laughed again. “You’d like him, I think. Cheeky like your brother, but he’s so good at working a room.”

“Do you have to entertain often?” Liam felt Elia’s hands pause as they rounded his shoulders, ending his rubdown with a gentle tap.

“More than we want to deal with, but it comes with the territory, I suppose. Parents seem to know everyone, so we have to maintain pleasantries with friends and business associates alike.” The engines slowed, and rocky crags appeared on the port side of the ship. “I think we’re here.”

Liam stood up and looked over his shoulder, grinning at the sight of the coastline. He and Elia went back inside; she set her bag next to his on a sofa, and they grabbed their climbing shoes before heading to the stern side of the ship.

—

Liam grinned as he watched Elia in the crystal clear water, a combination of azure and cerulean blue, depending on the depth of the sea floor below them. He was crouched on a small ledge of rock just above the water, next to a small cave. While they’d jumped into the water together, his long limbs and freestyle stroke covered the distance without any trouble. When he slowed down to see where Elia was, he was amused to see her facing the sky, moving through the water by choosing to backstroke to their destination.

“What’s the rush?” She called out to him, as he resumed swimming towards the cave. Elia flipped over as she neared the rocky edge of the island, and Liam offered his hand to help her out of the water. “So, how do we climb this thing?” She dabbed the seawater off her face with a small towel he pulled from a waterproof sack he’d brought with him.

“Pick a spot and just start climbing,” Liam shrugged. “The water is deep enough to cushion the blow from falling.”

“Has anyone ever gone fully vertical at the center of the arch?” Elia glanced over to the center of the cave.

“I think Leo made it about two-thirds of the way in, once,” Liam chuckled. “It required an excessive amount of grunting while he showed off in front of some new friends he made that day.”

“Let’s see who can get closest!”

After securing the sack under a rock, Liam and Elia headed back into the water and spent the better part of an hour climbing various spots of the cave walls to reach the center. It was more difficult than she anticipated, after spending so much of the day climbing already. At one point, Liam managed to get close to the center before gravity finally made him lose his footing on the rock; he dug his fingers into the rocky overhang above him, twisting his torso to minimize the pendulum-like swing.

“Pivot,” Elia called out. Liam twisted his torso and tried to raise his legs back to the rocks, his arms twitching as he used every muscle possible. “Pivot. Piv-ot! Piv. Ot!” Elia called out again, half serious, in between giggles.

Liam grunted as he tried to swing the lower half of his body skyward to connect with the rocks, feeling his foot scrape against the earth. He felt secure enough to let out a laugh at Elia’s encouraging words. “Okay, Ross, I get it!” For a split second, he thought he saw her ogling him, before his tired fingers slipped free from the rock. With an undignified scream, he fell backwards into the water, kicking his way to the surface, and made his way to the edge to get back on dry land. His entire back stung from the impact of the fall.

“That one looked like it hurt,” Elia grimaced, handing Liam the towel from the neon green sack. She grimaced again when Liam turned to look at his back, already turning pink. “Are you alright?”

“Stings a bit, but my dignity is in worse shape,” he replied, letting out a humorless laugh.

“It was an impressive effort.” She took a sip of water from a bottle in the bag, handing it up to Liam. “Has anyone ever jumped from above the cave, into the water?”

Liam tipped his head back and swallowed down a gulp of water; when he screwed the top on, he looked over to the cave again. “I’m sure many have, it’s a safe drop down, as I just demonstrated.”

Elia smiled at him as she took the bottle back and placed it inside the sack again. “What if we jumped together, on purpose, into the water then?”

It was Liam’s turn to smile again, extending his hand to Elia. “Let’s give it a shot.” They made their way along the rugged terrain, until they were standing on the edge of the rock, just above the center of the cave. The water below them twinkled brightly in the afternoon light, sapphire blue from where they stood. Elia leaned over the edge and took hold of Liam’s hand, lacing her fingers with his. “Having second thoughts?” His own heart was racing as he gave her hand a gentle squeeze.

“I…” Elia’s voice trailed off as she stared at the water below them. “I haven’t done anything like this before.”

“Diving into water? Jumping off a cliff?”

“Both.”

Liam’s lips curled into a small grin. “I’ll be with you the whole time, it’s exhilarating. Maybe two seconds of fear while you jump, but the rest of it is freeing.”

Elia tightened her grip on Liam’s hand. “Count of three?”

Liam squeezed her hand back. “Eyes on the horizon - looking at the sky will tilt you back, looking down will tilt you forward. Take a deep breath just before you jump, and blow it out your nose just before you hit the water, keeping your core tight. Scream if you need to, but you risk swallowing water,” he added, laughing a bit at the end. “Do your best impression of a pencil.”

“A pencil?”

“Vertical planking?” Liam straightened his stance, pulling his shoulders back.

Elia laughed anxiously next to him. “Got it. One…”

“Two…” Liam counted out.

“Three!” They called out together and jumped off the edge; Elia’s hand clamped down as they moved forward, away from the rocks, and quickly plummeted down towards the water. She did her best to keep her eyes on the horizon and make her body straight as she felt temperate water swallow her up. What was blue sea was now cloudy white, surrounding her with bubbles as she tried not to inhale it. She felt Liam squeeze her hand again before pulling away so they could use their arms to reach for the surface. Elia’s heart felt like it was going to beat straight out of her chest and her lungs burned with the need for air. She kicked to the light and finally felt her arm break the water’s surface, inhaling deeply as she pushed her head above the water, filling her lungs with delicious oxygen again.

Elia tilted her head to the sky and smiled wide in appreciation; when she leveled her gaze to look for Liam, he was treading water a few feet away, smiling at her. She swam towards him, treading the small space of water between them. “That was amazing,” she murmured, voice quivering from the adrenaline still coursing through her.

“Freeing, right?” Liam couldn’t stop smiling when he looked at her. He never wanted to look away. He brushed his leg against hers in the water.

“Completely,” she grinned. Her smile faded when she felt something brush against her leg. “There aren’t sharks in these waters, are there?”

“Short answer is yes, but—“ Liam bit back a laugh as Elia started thrashing her arms to look around, “but that was me you felt.” He moved closer in the water and brushed against her leg again. “Me again.” They smiled and stared at each other in the water, with Liam working up the nerve to kiss her again. He caught the way her eyes looked like liquid cinnamon in the light, rather than their darker mocha hue nearly every other time they’d been in each other’s company.

“Penny for your thoughts,” Elia said, lightly splashing the water towards Liam.

He grinned bashfully. “I was just thinking to myself that you have the loveliest eyes I’ve had the privilege of seeing up close.”

“And here I was thinking the same thing about you,” Elia replied, lowering her gaze so that she could look up at Liam through her lashes.

Liam could feel the back of his neck prickle with heat, and it wasn’t solely from the sun beating down on them. There was a flutter in his chest as he looked at Elia, catching the way she bit the edge of her bottom lip. He’d begun to count to three in his head…

“γεια σου, εντάξει?” A young man on a paddle board called out to them, and Liam wanted to scream. The stranger was followed by his companion, also on a paddle board, who also asked if they needed help.

“We’re fine, just climbing and swimming!” Liam called out in Greek. He sighed as he turned back to Elia. “Now that we’ve got company, what do you say to heading back to the ship and cleaning up for dinner? There’s a charming restaurant on the island that I think you’ll enjoy.” Elia nodded silently but enthusiastically. “You go on ahead, I’ll head back and grab the bag I left on the rocks.” He smiled again as she began to backstroke through the water, cursing at himself at another ruined moment to kiss her.

—

Upon returning to the ship, Liam initially invited Elia to soak in the jacuzzi while the captain moved the vessel at a leisurely pace around the island to their final destination. Elia went to her room to return her things, but in the few short minutes that she was gone and Liam checked his phone, he had to back out of his plan. Leo had sent a number of text messages and voicemails referring to an upcoming conference and a meeting with an ambassador he despised, so Liam spent nearly two hours helping his brother prep. By the time he finished his phone call and went to find Elia, he found her napping in the guest suite. He asked the stewardess to wake Elia, scribbling down a note to pass along upon her waking.

He spent the next hour showering and getting dressed, slipping into a pair of khaki dress pants and a white dress shirt. He opted to leave the first two buttons undone and rolled up his sleeves, fussing with them to achieve the right balance of care into his appearance while maintaining an air of casualness. He took out his anxiety by messing with his hair in the mirror, trying to brush it in place without completely combing it down. Just before he left his room to hopefully meet Elia, he slipped on a pair of loafers and slowly breathed in and out, reminding himself that she was just a girl he met on vacation, and she seemed equally interested in him.

Liam spoke briefly with the butler to arrange for transfer to the island, before heading to her room. He knocked twice, but there was no answer. The stewardess passed by and informed him that she’d already gone upstairs to catch the sunset. As he ascended the stairs, his breath caught at the sight of Elia quietly gazing out at the horizon while she waited for him. She was dressed in a demure white sundress with full sleeves, skin glowing and a shade darker from the day’s adventures. Her dark tresses that held hints of auburn in the light, like glowing coal embers, hung in loose waves all around her, in stark contrast against the white of her dress.

Elia’s head turned when she heard the step creak from Liam’s weight on it, and a warm smile broke out across her face as she took him in. He walked over to her, bowing slightly, and offered her his hand. She slipped her hand in his and blushed when he placed a soft kiss across her knuckles. He gently helped her stand, catching the scent of oranges and lilies in the air around her as she stood up. “You look lovely,” he breathed softly. “And well rested.”

She lowered her gaze. “All the sun and exertion today really tired me out. The stewardess…Lyra?” Liam nodded silently to confirm her guess. “She let me know you were pulled away for a phone call.”

“It was Leo, in need of some coaching for an upcoming meeting.”

“Funny that the younger brother has to help the elder.”

“Like I said,” Liam replied, walking with Elia towards the rear of the ship, “Leo knows what he’s doing, he’s just…reluctant to dig his heels in.”

“And you want to fill his spot?”

“Not exactly, no. I’ll step up to whatever duty and responsibility requires of me, but it’s always been assumed that Leo would manage things once our father is ready to step down.” A small boat could be seen in the water, approaching them, and Elia let out a dreamy sigh as she watched the distance between the sun and edge of the sea grow closer.

They boarded the small water taxi, which took them to a small cove on the island. There was an intimate restaurant just on the edge of the beach, and the owners chatted with Liam like they’d known him for years. Before even glancing through the menu, plates of food were set upon their table - olives, spinach and feta pies wrapped in phyllo, calamari, even stuffed cherry tomatoes picked from the owners garden that morning - which Liam and Elia accepted gratefully.

The rest of the meal didn’t disappoint, as plate after plate of freshly caught seafood and bright vegetables appeared, while their wine glasses never seemed to empty. Liam watched Elia’s brown eyes sparkle in the candlelight, the banter between them growing bold as wine coursed through their systems. A tiny frown made its way across Liam’s face when his phone buzzed, noticing it was a call from the captain of the Radiant Ruby. The conversation was short, and when the call ended, he pulled out his wallet and set down several bills, including a generous tip. “That was the captain,” he explained to Elia. He offered his thanks to the owner as they left the restaurant and headed back towards the small port to take another boat back to the yacht. “He advised that it would be wise to return to Kos right away. A storm is headed this way, and it looks to be a strong one.”

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izukus-sugar-baby · 3 years

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Checked out!

WARNINGS: fluff-ish, eventually will be smut, mentions of getting sick twice

word count: 2k

Heres my first writing for tumblr! Hope you all like it!

Part Two, Part Three.

"Hey Miss!!" You peered down at the smaller voice, simultaneously feeling a book slip from your hand and onto the ground. The bookshelf was at least 5 rows high, and you had been standing as far as you needed to reach the top. You were dusting off and replacing the books on the shelf, which... hadn’t been so pleasant with children running around before their daily read. Regardless, you had a job to do. It wasn't gonna stop for a ton of kids. You had been rearranging the books in alphabetical order before the kid startled you. Thank god it didn’t fall on their head.

"Are you gonna read to us today? Or is Miss Maggie?" The kid didn't look over six years old, blue eyes and long brown hair with freckles littering her face in a wonderful way. She wore a small dress full of sunflowers with bright pink shoes on her feet. She had been here before... Although, her name wasn’t ringing a bell.

"I wanted to read one of those pigeon stories you read us last time!" You let out a sigh of relief that the book didn't smack the kid on top of her head prior to climbing down to the ground and leaning down be eye-level with her.

"Pigeon stories?" You've read dozens of books about dozens of creatures and characters. What on earth would relate to a.. pigeon? Leaning down a bit farther to snatch up the book you had dropped, she pushed another book into your arms. The title read The Pigeon Needs A Bath!

"This book is pretty thin, You sure you want me to read just this one book, sweetheart?" You stood up straight, handing the girl the book back before cocking your hip to the side and placing your hand onto it.

"Me and Emmie can go find some more!" She hurried off to find her.. friend? Knowing it had been a child, it could be a stuffed animal! But she sure did leave too quickly to ask any questions about it. You sighed, climbing back up to finish your organizing. Thank goodness I’m already close to being done. You thought to yourself, dusting top to bottom and moving onto the 4th row. Their reading wasn't for another.. what? 20 minutes? You had time to knock out another shelf. Time flew by as you finished the 4th row. It was already time to read.

"I have to stop by Goodwill and get some more books. I also gotta stop at the post office and some.. other errands? You got this reading?" The owner of the store, Maggie, looked over to make sure she had gotten your attention before naming off a few things that needed done in the shop before you closed up shop.

"Yeah! What time will you be back?" You climbed down the last step of the ladder, patting off the dust from the bookcase that had gotten on your apron. It was some cutesy hello kitty apron you wore so the dust wouldn't ruin your clothing but it really just made it look like it was some mini cafe. None the less, you wore it.

"I'll be back in time for that uh, Pro hero guy. I don't know- my wife wrote him in. Ask and she'll tell you!" You weren't too involved with all that hero bullshit, the whole who can save more lives?! You get the most money AND an award. The system in itself was ass and it wouldn't make a difference in your everyday life for one of those snobby people to stop by. You walked around the shelves, watching Maggie leave as you sat down on a small rounded couch. A small chime rang through the shop as it called the children over for their reading, a few already sitting and ready to hear you.

It wasn't a big library, it seemed like a corner store had gotten torn down and then completely renovated into a library for children. The second floor had been where the owner and her wife stayed. It was a cozy little place where about 8-12 kiddos would visit for a read. There were bookshelves in the walls for more book space and 5 separate shelves more towards the middle of the place. They held less books than the ones on the wall. Only two of the five reached over 3ft. Parents would come in just to rent a few books. But more often than not, the owner would go out hunting for new books for everyone to enjoy. Along with cute little toys and those foam floor mats to sit on. All of the children in the shop had sat right in front of you, including the girl from earlier who held 4 books in her hands. A few other kids held thin picture books in their hands as well, but only having 15 minutes to read to them, it might be hard to get around to all of them.

“Alright, Who's first?" You asked, smiling down at them. Every single child raised their hand, some even raising both so your attention was on them. Of course this wasn't going to be easy. You thought to yourself as you put a hand over your eyes, pointing to some random kid. He held a small book, standing up slowly and handing it to you.

"My mom reads me this sometimes.." Poor boy was only about 5, and seemed pretty shy. You gave him a reassuring smile before he went back to his seat. You began to read and in no time at all you finished reading the few books children selected. Thank god it was a Friday, Most children would be picked up right after the reading for afternoon preschool etc. But it seemed like no one wanted to leave. Was it that hero Maggie had mentioned? You sighed, hopping up and heading to the check out desk where you saw a few children wanting to check out their books you previously read to them. You leaned down over the desk to reach for the book, scanning it and doing so for each person. The store bell jingled, as if the creak of the door didn't give away someone walking in.

"Welcome to 'Children's Magical Bookshop,' You paid the person no mind as you spoke, handing the last child their book and letting your gaze fall upon the... very tall man in front of you. Noise filled the small shop, children running up to him screaming-

"Deku!" As loud as their little lungs could. He gave a flashy smile, leaning down to hug the children that ran straight for his legs. He laughed and lifted a few of them in his.. very strong arms. Was it hot in the bookshop? Was the AC fucked up? You force your eyes from the tall man.. Was he looking at you too? Your mind screamed at you to introduce yourself, Quickly walking towards a shelf to do something. Anything bust stand there and gawk at him.

"Are you Maggie?" There were hopping children behind him, playing with his gloves and such as you turned to him.

"No- I'm y/n. Are you that.. pro? She had been talking about.?" You huffed through your nose, turning to him. He extended a hand, nodding with a cheesy grin on his face as soon as you had taken his hand into yours. It wasn’t like you never saw him on the news, but you sure did skip the channel as soon as it was some bullshit hero chart over who had been number one. He was so much hotter in person..

"Yes! I'm sorry I'm a bit early, I finished patrol sooner than I thought! I hope I'm not interrupting anything? The woman on the phone said before six, I told her I was sure I could make it around five!" His eyes traveled to your lips for a moment, listening to you speak back to him.

“You’re fine, There’s plenty of time for you to hang out and sign all of their t-shirts and such. Make yourself at home big man. You can sit in the reading area,” The kids dragged him to where you were just moments ago.. But he couldn't get you to leave his mind. You were beautiful. He needed to make you his.

The poor hero stayed until about six o’clock to talk to you, since all of the kids finally left to go do their summer homework or whatever they had to do. Deku had been leaning over the counter for almost an extra hour to make some conversation with you, he just couldn’t help himself. You cant blame him either! You had this smile that he couldn’t resist. And quite frankly, he wasn’t used to this feeling of butterflies in his stomach. He fought some shit villain every day! What's a few butterflies? Especially as pretty as you. Why wouldn't he want to stick around?

“I really didn’t think it would be so chill this week! It feels like I've done nothing but catch up on papers!” Izuku scratched his neck with his index finger, shaking his head lightly. “I guess I really am doing a good job!- Of course other pros are doing their jobs as well!” He let out a relieved chuckle, looking at you with a big, sincere, smile on his face. “How has work here been? It must be so nice working with so many children!”

You feel your eyes involuntarily roll, shaking your head and leaning against the wall behind you. “It’s nice until some kid gets sick on themselves and their mother isn’t here to help. We have extra clothing in the back because it’s happened more than once.” You groaned as your eyes trailed to the door leading to lost n found, clothes, and other things. You had an unamused look on your face talking about it. He noticed and let his eyes follow yours until feeling your eyes rest upon him once more. Maybe texting would let you come around to him a bit more? Were you bored?

“Yikes- I’ve seen adults get sick after villains show up. But I probably should head back to my agency.” He looked out of the store window before right back to those beautiful e/c eyes of yours. “Do you have a number I can text? I would love to talk to you more y/n..!” He was already prepared for rejection. It was kinda weird to be hitting on you after dealing with kids wasn’t it? Maybe he should take it back. Was he coming off as some sleazy ass hero?

Your eyes widened in the slightest- Enough for him to notice. “Sure, Let me see your phone,” You stepped closer to the counter, seeing him fumble on the pouch of his belt before unlocking and giving you his phone. You went to his contacts, making yourself one of them and handing it right back to him. He had an even bigger, cheesier, grin on his face after he took it back.

“Thank you, y/n!” He bowed his head before quickly leaving out to his agency. Finally, you could go home as well. Not that he was a problem, but that man sure could talk. It was endearing. Maybe I can put enough of those stutters in mind tonight. You joked to yourself, grabbing your keys and walking out to lock up the small bookshop. There was no doubt that you were attracted to him. Every woman in America and Japan was attracted to him in some way.

You let out a small sigh, driving home and turning your radio up until hearing your phone ding. You glanced over at the screen to see an unknown number texting. Assuming it was Deku, you waited until you were home to answer him. By the time you had texted him back, he was quick to reply. You two made plans to hang out soon and have dinner together. You talked for hours until one of you had fallen asleep. He was ecstatic. You really enjoyed his company.

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jovialyouthmusic · 3 years

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Lythikan Liaison 2

After the death of Jackson Walker, Bastien Lykel finds himself with time to kill in the duchy of Lythikos. He strikes up an acquaintance with a female member of the Lythikan Guard.

Word Count 3714

Pairing Bastien x OC x ???

A/N NS*W no under 18s please Scenes of a sexual nature from the beginning under the cut; threesome (FMF)

2 Three’s not a Crowd

Bastien snapped awake, aware of being in an unfamiliar room and of the person next to him stirring. For the first time since his mentor’s death he had managed a night’s sleep without flashbacks. For a split second he couldn’t remember where he was, but then his memory kicked in and he let himself relax, stretching his arm up over his head and settling his palm behind his neck. The room was cool, but he preferred that to waking up hot in a heated room.

‘Good morning, King’s man’ Marcia murmured, disappearing under the bedclothes. He tensed for a moment as he realised she was going down on him, then surrendered to her ministrations. He was more than a mouthful, but she was both enthusiastic and skilled, and he was surprised how quickly he came. She swallowed and came back up for air, licking her lips. Propping herself up beside him, she reached out to his forehead, but again he stopped her from touching his hair.

‘You’ll have to let me when you return the favour’ she said huskily, and reluctantly he let her go, watching her as she reached out to gently run her fingers though his hair. She gave a slow smile.

‘No pulling’ he said as he untangled her fingers and leaned down under the covers to press his lips to her belly and work his way lower. She sighed with satisfaction and threw her thighs wide for him to taste and tease her. She wasn’t quiet and was easy to read. Her hand went to his head, and she pressed her palm to his scalp, fingers drumming as she approached her own climax. Like his own release, it was easy and quick, and they lay side by side afterwards. She was the first to sit up, swinging her legs over the side of the bed and putting on a warm robe, reaching under the bed for thick socks. He sat up and watched her with a pang of regret, wanting somehow to stay longer - until his belly rumbled. She laughed and threw another robe and thick woollen socks on the bed.

‘Here, King’s man, wear this. I’ll start the coffee and make oatmeal’ She left the room and he rose, shrugging on the garment which fitted reasonably well as she was a well built woman. He had gathered his scattered clothes the night before and folded them neatly, putting them on a chair in the bedroom. He retrieved his boxer shorts, wrinkling his nose at having to wear them again, but there was no help for it. After going to the bathroom he emerged into a narrow hallway and counted the doors as he made his way toward the main room. He heard her clattering around in the tiny kitchen which adjoined the lounge and stood in the doorway watching her.

‘How many of you live here?’ he asked. She handed him a cup of hot black coffee, indicating cream and sugar on the worktop, but he waved his hand to reject them.

‘There’s my companion Angela, who you met, and our foster son. He’s away at the training academy right now, but he’ll be back in a couple of days’ His stomach clenched and he sipped the strong black brew.

‘Foster son?’ he asked

‘Yes, we’re more his mentors than his guardians as you’d understand it. He’s applied to train for the guard and the two of us support him. It’s common practice here in Lythikos. We get this cabin and a small stipend in return, otherwise we’d be living in the barracks.’

‘His parents?’ he asked as she turned back to the stove to stir the pot of oatmeal, tossing in some dried fruit and nuts.

‘He’s an orphan.’ she said shortly, and he sensed it was time to stop asking questions before he gave out his own secrets. He didn’t hide the fact that he had been fostered, but it wasn’t something that he bandied about casually and he had only just met this woman. He just nodded and sat at the table, leaning back into the wooden chair and watching her cook in comfortable silence. Before long she had ladled out the food into two bowls and brought it across, pouring a little cream into hers before taking a spoonful. He tasted it and decided it was sufficient as was. He hunched over it, eating slowly so he didn’t overload his digestion.

‘So, do you want to come hunting with me?’ she asked ‘You can use Angela’s rifle if you don’t have your own gun’

‘I wasn’t expecting to hunt’ he admitted ‘But it sounds good. What sort of game do you expect to bag?’ she shrugged.

‘Deer if we’re lucky, rabbit if not. If we encounter any boar it’s best to leave them, they can get nasty. It’s more of a group effort getting those beasts’

‘Do we need to travel far?’

‘No, we just need to go to the other side of the valley, half an hour’s drive. This side has snow cover, the other is wooded so it’s great for game’ He nodded approvingly.

‘I’m in’ he said ‘I’d better let my Captain know what I’m doing but I don’t think he’ll object. I’ll have to go back to my billet to get a change of clothes too.’

‘Okay, you do that when you’ve finished eating and I’ll pick you up in an hour’

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It was mid afternoon and the winter light was fading when they drove one of the Lythikan Guard’s SUVs back to her cabin with a few rabbits and a young deer. He had been the one to bring down the deer but he didn’t quite match her skill with the rifle. She regularly hunted for the pot, whereas most of the time when he handled firearms it was a handgun on targets in the Guards’ shooting range. She handed over their contribution to the head of her cabin’s block, a dark haired older man called Greg. He grunted at the sight of the deer.

‘That’s a good size, folk will be pleased to have venison. We’ve got a bit of hog left if you want to help yourself, and there’s plenty of vegetable stew.’ He looked at Bastien. ‘I’ve seen you with Jackson. I was sorry to hear he fell in service. He was a good hunter himself though he didn’t get much chance once he’d been promoted to Captain’ Bastien nodded, not sure how to answer him, but he was spared the effort as a younger man walked up to assess the kill and take it away to be butchered for the pot.

Marcia led Bastien to the centre of the common to the cooking fire, which was not entirely open to the elements as it was sheltered by a wooden frame which had a tarpaulin roof and moveable wooden panels to shield it from any wind. A spit with pork on it stood at the edge of the fire to keep warm, while a pot was suspended at the centre of the fire, bubbling with an aromatic smell of meat and vegetables. A table stood beside it with a few ceramic crocks. She filled one with fragrant stew from the huge cauldron and sliced up a few pieces of pork and beckoned him to follow her back to her cabin.

They had eaten bread, cheese and tart apples when they’d taken a break from tracking deer, and the aroma of the hot food made his mouth water. They sat at the kitchen table as before with two bowls, and no sooner had they settled than Bastien heard the main door open then slam shut.

‘Marcie, I’m home!’ The voice was that of a young man, and he burst into the room, smile fading as he saw Bastien, who stood politely to greet him. As quick as he was, Marcia was faster, getting up and running across the room to embrace the gangly youth, who looked warily at Bastien over her shoulder.

‘Marco, you’re back early’ she cried, then drew back to hold him at arms length, regarding him with concern ‘What did you do?’ she asked. He snorted.

‘Finished top of all my classes’ he boasted ‘So they let me off.’ She pursed her lips sceptically, and the boy nodded at her guest ‘Who’s this?’

‘Marco, this is Bastien, he’s a King’s Guard. I took him hunting today’ she smiled ‘Thanks to him, we’ll have venison tomorrow’ Bastien stepped away from the table, extending his hand in the Lythican handshake he’d learned from his mentor, remembering his words. ‘Always do it like this, Lykel, one hand, then the other on top of it. It indicates you’ve no weapon and you’re not a threat. It will win you respect’ He hoped he was applying the correct pressure – too tight and you were communicating your superiority, too soft and you showed weakness. He judged that he should give firm but equal pressure because although he was the boy’s elder, he was a stranger in the house and non Lythikan.

‘Sir’ Marco intoned cautiously.

‘Take your coat off and come and have some stew’ Marcia said ‘I got extra for Angela but you can have it. She can get her own when she comes off shift’ Marcia smiled weakly at Bastien as the boy turned to go back into the hall.

‘I thought we’d have more time alone’ she said quietly ‘But it’s good to have him home’ Bastien wondered where he’d be sleeping that night, a little disappointed at the thought of losing her companionship. They had worked well together when they hunted, and like him she was the kind of person who didn’t feel the need to fill silence with empty words. The sex had been more than satisfying, but he was used to going without for long periods. It was a shame nonetheless.

Marco came back and drew up a chair while Marcia served out the rest of the stew and pork, adding a crust of bread for each of them. The three of them ate, silently at first, then Marcia began to ask Marco about his studies. Bastien watched the two of them, feeling that he should leave them to their talk. He was first to finish, and took his bowl to clean it.

‘I imagine the academy is similar to the one at the capitol’ Marcia remarked to him.

‘I’m not sure, as I’ve not been there myself’ he replied ‘It’s likely.’

‘It can’t be that long since you graduated’ she continued

‘I had three years training for the King’s Guard. I didn’t start there until I was eighteen’

‘Oh’ she replied ‘Military training starts at sixteen in Lythikos’ She and Marco had finished eating, and he took their bowls too.

‘I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do.’ he went on, seeing the young man regarding him curiously ‘I trained in karate when I was fifteen, and my foster parents encouraged me to join the Guard, although he was a maths teacher and my foster mother was an artist. It was a good decision – my job is very important to me.’ Marco looked up at him as he finished eating.

‘You’re fostered too?’ he asked, and Bastien nodded.

‘That’s right. I never knew my father, and my mother died when I was thirteen’ Marcia and her ward exchanged glances.

‘I’m sorry to hear that’ Marcia said ‘Marco’s parents died in an avalanche when the resort was being built’

‘That was unfortunate’ he said sympathetically. Marcia rose and doled out apples in the silence that followed. Bastien didn’t particularly want one, but took his as a good example for Marco.

‘I know I just got back’ Marco said, munching the crisp but sour fruit ‘But Brett invited me over. I thought if I went there tonight, I could spend Christmastide here’ He referred to Christmas and the day before and after, a traditional Lythican holiday. It reminded Bastien that there wasn’t much time before he could get back to the Palace and check up on the Walker family.

‘Were you thinking of a sleepover?’ she asked.

‘That’s right. He’s struggling with military history and he wanted me to help him with his assignment’

‘Is his sister Lydia at home?’ Marcia asked, and the young man blushed scarlet. Bastien tried to hide a smile, recognising that Marco most probably had a crush on the sister and was trying to find a way to impress her. Marcia’s eyes narrowed, and he looked sheepish, knowing she’d seen right through him. She reached out and slapped his shoulder.

‘Okay Marco, but just the one night. If I hear you’ve got into mischief, you’ll be grounded for the rest of the holiday, understand?’ He looked suitably grateful and embarrassed.

‘Thanks, Marcia. I promise not to get into trouble’ He threw his apple core into the compost caddy and loped out of the room. Marcia turned back to Bastien with a wide grin.

‘Looks like we have some more time together, King’s man. If you’ve nothing better to do’ He raised his chin and cocked an eyebrow.

‘I’ve not heard from my Captain, so my guess is I’m not needed’ he said in a neutral tone. She moved closer to him and spoke quietly.

‘Angela will be back soon. Perhaps you’d like to get to know her better’ His mind reeled as she nudged him ‘The bed’s plenty big for three, you know’ He swallowed – he wasn’t a stranger to threesomes, or moresomes for that matter, but he wondered if he could take on two Lythikan women. She seemed to read his mind ‘We’ll be gentle with you’ she murmured in his ear. He gripped the edge of the table and hoped he was up to the task, because he had no intention of backing down…

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‘Marcie!’ This time when Bastien heard the main door open and shut, the voice was female. Marco was gone, and he and Marcia were drinking wine. He stood as Angela, who had paused in the hall to remove her cloak, entered the room and raked him with her gaze. ‘Well well, you got a keeper here. Did you give him a good workout or have you been saving him for me?’ she purred. She was a little shorter and slighter than Marcia, fairer of skin and with pale brown hair, cropped as all the rest of the Lythikan Guard.

‘I think he’s got staying power, we’ve had a good time so far’ Marcia grinned ‘But don’t touch his hair, he doesn’t like it’ Bastien cleared his throat.

‘I always give my best, and I’ve yet to disappoint’ he asserted. ‘You can touch my hair, but don’t mess it up.’ he grinned and winked at Marcia as if sharing a private joke.

‘You’ll want to eat first’ Marica said, starting up for the kitchen, but Angela put her hand on her arm as she passed, stopping her. She leaned closer, still fixing Bastien with her gaze.

‘It’s fine, Captain laid on a spread for my shift. I’m good’ The two women smiled slowly and Bastien felt an urge to loosen his tie – except he wasn’t wearing one. He swallowed and squared up to the task, determined not to give way.

‘Well, ladies - shall we go to the bedroom?’ he suggested.

‘Whoa, whoa – hang on, King’s man. Let’s at least introduce ourselves’ said Angela. He tilted his head in apology.

‘Of course. Unless you want to persist with the nickname, the name’s Bastien Lykel’

‘A name that has merit. I’m Angela Firstfist’ she remarked, and advanced on him, stopping close. She raised her hand to his cheek. Their eyes locked and she leaned closer. He initiated the kiss, aware that he was outnumbered and needed to stay in control as much as possible, as we wasn’t sure just how much he could trust the two friends. She was an enthusiastic kisser, and her hand went to the back of his neck, open mouthed and with her tongue exploring. He became aware of Marcia moving behind him, and she also leaned into him, nuzzling at his neck and pressing her palms to his buttocks. He felt himself rapidly harden as the two women started to pull at his clothes. He followed suit, untucking Angela’s blouse and exploring her warm flesh.

The three of them worked at undressing each other, gasps and satisfied moans punctuating their movements. Angela sank to the couch and he followed her down as she parted her thighs and pulled him to kneel in front of her. He needed no prompting to start exploring with his tongue, and she proved to be only a little less noisy than her housemate. Marcia contributed with caresses and kisses to the both of them. Before she reached her climax, Angela stopped him, gasping and breathless. He raised his eyebrows at Marcia, who smiled.

‘It’s not your tongue she wants, King’s man’ she laughed. Angela pulled Bastien to sit on the coloured throw of the couch and pivoted to straddle him. She was slighter than Marcia, her breasts larger but her body toned and muscular. She reached down over her belly to wrap her fingers around his engorged member and her eyes lit up.

‘You were right Marcie, he’s more than a handful’ she bit her lip in anticipation as Marcia produced a condom, ripping the packet open for her. She sat back to roll it over him and repositioned herself. ‘We usually please ourselves’ she explained to him ‘but every now and again a man takes our eye and we take him out for a spin. You’re a lucky man.’ Marcia caressed Angela’s shoulders and nuzzled at her neck as she guided Bastien to her entrance, slowly sinking onto him. She wasn’t as tight as Marcia, but it was still a snug fit, and she rolled her eyes in bliss. He put his hands to her hips to steady her as she began a slow rising and falling. Marcia’s hand wandered between her thighs as she watched them pick up speed, sighing with passion.

Bastien remembered what the madam of the Greek brothel he visited each year told him. He had gone there for advice on how to manage his size, being more than average in length and girth, and she had offered for him to spend a week annually, helping to train her girls in how to handle larger men. She had told him that in order to last longer, he should think of something distracting – a list of the monarchs of Cordonia or the duchies and their current dukes – anything boring and banal. He listened to Angela’s sighs and gasps as he thought of other things, and timed it perfectly to hold off until he was sure she was ready. She came with a great cry, writhing and arching, pulsing around him and triggering his orgasm. They slowed and came to a stop, letting their breath settle before she climbed off him and he made his way to the bathroom to clean up and dispose of the condom.

As he left the bathroom Marcia was waiting for him with an open mouthed kiss and lead him to the bedroom. They lay resting for a while, the two women either side of him, stroking him back to hardness. That didn’t take long – he had good recovery, and having twice as much stimulation as normal made it even easier.

’Have you been with two women before?’ Angela asked.

‘More than two’ he asserted, and Marcia laughed out loud.

‘I picked a good one. It makes up for your friend refusing Angela’

‘I’m sorry for that’ Bastien replied ‘He’s thinking of proposing to his girlfriend.’ Marcia frowned.

‘They allow marriage in the King’s guard? We don’t have that privilege. We have to be devoted to our jobs.’

‘It’s not common, but it’s allowed’

‘Would you have said yes if we’d both approached you last night?’

‘To be honest, I’m not sure. You Lythikans have a reputation, but I don’t usually back down from a challenge’

‘What would make you back down?’ Angela asked.

‘Knowing I’d lose for sure. It’s not worth the energy’ He turned toward Marcia ‘I believe you’ve missed out so far. Do you have any preferences?’ Her eyes darkened.

‘There is one position I like, but I’ll add to it a little. Just follow our lead’ She moved over to her housemate and whispered in her ear. Angela smiled and lay on her back, thighs open, and Marcia went down on her on all fours. Bastien grunted as he understood what she wanted, and went to the bedside table to retrieve another condom before he knelt behind her. He stroked her buttocks and ran his fingers over her sex, delving inside so she writhed and moaned as she in turn paid attention to the other woman.

The position was a real test of his endurance, as it was one of his favourites and he had to be sensitive to his partner. He couldn’t be too rough, though he was sure she would adjust and adapt to what he did. Her attention was split between them as he eased inside her. He went slow and gentle. The sounds the two women made threatened to push him over the edge, so he concentrated on remembering the duty roster he’d had to organise the week before. Angela gasped and thrashed under Marcia’s tongue, and came noisily. Marcia pulled her head away, panting with passion.

‘Harder, King’s man, harder’ she moaned as Angela rolled away and lay watching them, eyelids hooded, gaze slightly vacant in her afterglow. Bastien picked up speed, gripping Marcia’s hips, thankful for the firm mattress the Lythikan guard favoured. It gave him more purchase than a soft one, and he was soon pounding into her as she gasped and moaned in pleasure. At last he felt the flutter that signalled her climax, and he let himself go with a grunt, slowing and stopping as Marcia sank to the mattress, trembling and moaning. He mustered the last of his strength to dispose of the condom, and joined the two women in a tangle of limbs and bedclothes, swiftly slipping into a satisfied slumber.

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