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another-fire-emblem-sideblog · 1 year

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In case I delete my damn Twitter (I really should), I want to preserve the only tweets I ever made that I liked. Which, unfortunately, was rating every Fire Emblem Final Boss on their fuckability (remixed).

I'm sorry.

(Note: I confess that I am not a monsterfucker, yes yes leave your angry comments below, and I will be ranking every boss on their most anthropomorphized form to even the playing field)

(Edited on 2/17/2024)

MEDEUS (FE1/FE3/FE11/FE12)

Oh boy here comes the most generic villain ready to offer me the most generic sex possible. How could I ever contain my excitement

VERDICT: Look tumblr likes to make evil sex with your evil spouse look de facto exciting but even the spark can go out of villain sex. If he's a boring villain in the streets he'll be a boring villain in the sheets.

DUMA (FE2, FE15)

Man I am so glad that the remake gave Duma a human form and I don't have to be talking about ~~Duma's wiggles~~

VERDICT: I will confess to not being particularly attracted to him, but.... Not to spoil anything but he's going to be one of the better picks on this list.

JULIUS (FE4)

He is a child.

VERDICT: He is a child.

VELD (FE5)

Oh boy, you KNOW he fucks with the same enthusiasm of a disgruntled middle manager fitting in a quickie between reruns of Home Improvement with a wife that he's a decade past loving.

VERDICT: I mean there are worse choices on this list but love yourself.

IDUNN (FE6)

Even putting her somewhat... neotenous features aside, the whole free will removal kinda makes the idea of sex with her pretty unethical at best.

VERDICT: And even if we ignore all that she got one rounded by Roy. Total turn off.

FIRE DRAGON (FE7)

There is no anthropomorphized form. It's just a dragon.

VERDICT: I have concerns about size differentials here.

LYON (as possessed by FORMORTIIS) (FE8)

Ok, ok, I acknowledge this one is kind of a stretch as those two are separate entities and the Formortiis you fight is NOT in the shell of Lyon but like. Give me a break. I know you horny fuckers want Formortiis to become intimate with your intestines. I'm terribly sorry this stupid post isn't for you.

VERDICT: Let's be real. Unless you're Eirika or Ephraim (or willing to put on some cosplay) he won't be bringing his A-game. If you are, though... oooh. Boy. The emotion would run high. There would be crying. I'll leave it up to you as to whether this is a plus or minus.

ASHNARD (FE9)

Unlike some other options on this list, it is at least 100% proven that he has had sex, if only as a means to an end. I honestly doubt whether he would fuck for any other reason to be honest

VERDICT: If, for some reason, being used as a genetic experiment isn't a turn off, he's absolutely going to ask if he can turn a family member of yours into a mindless war beast, probably immediately after the sex. If for some reason this still isn't a turn off, uhhhhh I hope y'all are happy together.

ASHERA (FE10)

While I could imagine most of the other characters in this list being open to the idea of sex, I really couldn't see Ashera being DTF. But...

VERDICT: She's hot in a scary Drakengard way, so I'd say it's worth at least shooting your shot. She'd probably turn you to stone, but that's the risk you take for love.

ROBIN (As possessed by GRIMA) (FE13)

Fell Robin is a great example of the effects of evil on human attractiveness. On their own, Robin is human tofu. They are a perfect 5/10. Being possessed raises their score to at least 6/10.

VERDICT: 6/10 is better than average. Why not.

TAKUMI (FE14)

As far as I know, he doesn't have an official age, but I see this character and I think "that's baby"

VERDICT: All I want to do is give him butterscotch candies and ask him how he's doing in school.

GARON (FE14)

Like Ashnard, at least you can say he definitely fucked. Quite a bit, considering the excess of children he has (discounting his propensity for picking them up off the streets) So, uh, he's got one thing going for him?

VERDICT: He has this expression the entire time.

The

Entire

Time.

ANANKOS (FE14)

man who fucking cares

NEMESIS (FE16)

He's the only final boss in Three Houses that doesn't turn into a big ol' monster so he's got that going for him (or against him, depending on your point of view.) Unfortunately, he is, however, a zombie, which I would rate as worse.

VERDICT: One certainly can't say he's slacking on the gym routine but... zombie. Does he smell? Ew.

EDELGARD (FE16)

It's everyone favorite problematic waifu! What is there to say about her that hasn't been said before.

VERDICT: No, I mean really. Uh... if you like her I said she was stinky and if you hate her Edelgard come step on me uwu. Everyone can be mad at me. It's fun for the whole family.

RHEA (FE16)

Rhea is a scary, scary woman and fucking her would ruin your life

VERDICT: Rhea can totally get it.

EDIT: As of this writing (2/17/2024) I have beaten Fire Emblem Engage, and have edited this section accordingly.

SOMBRON (FE17)

Like Garon, Sombron canonically fucks. A LOT. This does not mean he's necessarily any good at it, mind, but he's got to at least... know... stuff, right? He was able to turn the yaoification beam on Hyacinth so he's clearly not completely lacking in sexual appeal. He will NOT wear a condom tho, although who on this list would?

VERDICT: I feel like you'd need to have some very specific fetishes for this to be a good idea, but if you do... have fun?

As for Heroes, I will confess that I only played Heroes very briefly; I don't know shit about the story and will have to rely on the wiki. So if I get some stuff wrong, apologies that I didn't play a shitty gacha. I was too busy... uhhhh having sex with your mom (NOTE TO SELF DELETE LATER)

BRUNO (Heroes, Book 1)

This bitch loses shirts like a Yakuza character. His abs have more screentime than his face. He pops on screen and Yusuke Kozaki manifests behind you and whispers in your ear "don't you just HUNGER for his dick????"

VERDICT: Oh come on.

SURTR (Heroes, Book 2)

Uh... he was pretty good on my team for the brief moment that I played. Uh... shit let's consult the wiki

VERDICT: ...oh. He's not very nice at all. Yeah don't fuck him.

HEL (Heroes, Book 3)

Ok. Look. Listen. Ok. Ok. Look. Ok. Ok. Listen. Ok. Listen. Listen. Listen. Ok. Look. Ok. Look. Listen. Listen. Look.

VERDICT: ...

...

...yeah...

FREYJA (Heroes, Book 4)

Ok, she's cute, but... I don't know. I just don't vibe with her design. It screams "designed for lonely dudes" and I'm a lonely GAL thank you.

VERDICT: Bring back the goth milfs.

EITRI (Heroes, Book 5)

NO.

VERDICT: NO.

EMBLA (Heroes Book 6 oh my god how many fucking books are there)

Oooh, she looks deranged! I like that; I'm a big supporter for women's wrongs.

VERDICT: ...Admittedly, she has more "wet drowned rat" appeal than sex appeal.

Book 7 isn't actually done yet (I think) as of time of this writing so I'm DONE. NO MORE.

#fire emblem #i would totally understand if you unfollow me after this #long post

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mythos-writes · 1 year

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could you please do “Don’t touch her. Lay one finger on her and I swear to whatever gods you worship, you’ll meet your ancestors in Hell... and in total shame,” for Polly if you write for her? If Not could you please do this for tommy? I just followed a few weeks ago and haven't been on much!

Mother Bear

Polly Grey x Reader

Plot: Tommy wanted to use (Y/N) in one of his plans, but didn’t tell Polly…

1K Celebration Masterlist HERE [thanks @readingwithrhia for the request:)]

Word Count: 1.1K

Warnings: This is my first Polly fic, so hopefully it turns out, Angry Polly, Age gap (Polly is 36 and (Y/N) is 27), gunfire and bullet injures.

(Y/N) had always been special to Polly. Ever since they first met on that faithful day at the farmers market, she cared deeply for the younger girl. Polly didn’t trust people easily, due to the circles that she and her nephews run in. But, when Polly started to get to know (Y/N), she felt her walls start to lower. She hasn’t felt like this in such a long time, this close to someone. Polly asked some of the younger Peaky boys to see who (Y/N) (Y/L/N) was and found out that she was working at one of the local bakeries and had no attachments to other gangs or mafias in any other city.

Soon after this, they became an item not long after they met, and then it wasn’t much longer before one of the boys found them making out in one of the offices in the betting shop. Polly had to explain to them what the relationship was between the two. They seemed unfazed by this information, with Tommy and Arthur making comments about being quieter if they want to have quickies in the office, which caused both women to turn bright red.

(Y/N) still worked at the local bakery and would bring over some sweets and sandwiches for the betting shop. They always appreciated the little sweetness coming in during the day. Today was no different, she walked in with her trays of sandwiches and sweets for the boys and was going to pay Polly a quick visit, but Tommy had other plans for her today.

“(Y/N) can you come here for a moment?” Tommy calls out from his office. She walked into his office and saw the three brothers sitting around the small room.

“What can I do for you three?” she asks. Even though she was younger than Arthur but older than Tommy, they knew if she was treated poorly, they were getting Polly’s wrath.

“We have an issue, and we need your help with it,” Tommy states, lighting a cigarette.

“What can I help with?” she asks, not knowing what she is getting into.

“We have some… guests… that are supposed to be stopping by for a discussion, and we need a “female distraction” in the room,” Tommy informs her.

“What about—” “Polly won’t have to know,” Tommy cuts her off before she can get out her full worry.

“Alright, if you say so,” she replies, jumping feet first into their world, leaving her once innocent one behind.

A couple of days late, it was the day for the meeting. She let Polly that she wasn’t feeling well that day so she wouldn’t be around. Polly tried to come over during the day but she quickly shut that down and said that she can come the next day, cause she was sure that she would be feeling better by then. (Y/N) felt so bad for lying to Polly. They never kept secrets from each other, whether they tried to or not. They went to the Garrison, as it would be empty at this time of day.

“Shelby’s,” a voice bellows in the empty pub.

(Y/N) had to force herself to not visibly shudder at the men who just walked in. These were the type of men her mother would tell her to stay away from at all costs when she would leave for the day. Their clothes were covered with dirt, sweat, and other liquids that she didn’t want to know what they were in the slightest.

The man pushed her against the wall, chills going up her spine. (Y/N) Even though she agreed to it, she was cursing all three of the Shelby brothers’ names for putting her in this situation.

The Garrison doors opened again, thinking it was other people for the shit show meeting. But it was someone who they didn’t want here. “(Y/N)?” a shocked voice fills the room. (Y/N) looked around the man and saw Polly standing in the doorframe.

“Polly,” her small voice whimpers through the room. Before anyone could move, Polly pulled out her pistol and aimed it at the man that had caged her in.

“Don’t touch her. Lay one finger on her and I swear to whatever gods you worship, you’ll meet your ancestors in Hell... and in total shame,” she threatens. The coldness in her voice made everyone know that she was not bluffing.

“Now. Let. Her. Go,” she orders. The man looked over to Tommy, whose face was still stone cold. He looked back to Polly before letting (Y/N) go. She ran to Polly, but before they could embrace, the sound of gunfire rings in their ears. (Y/N) eye widen when the sharp and painful feeling of a bullet rips through her shoulder.

Polly dropped her gun to catch her lover, while Tommy shot the man and Arthur and John fought the other lackeys.

“Hey, hey. You’re going to be ok, yeah. It was just in the shoulder, which is an easy fix ok,” Polly tries to reassure the panicking woman. Tommy rushed over and picked her up.

“Come on, we got to get this out of her,” he grunts and moves them to the snug behind the bar. They sit her on the table and quickly got to work getting the bullet out.

“It hurts,” she sobs out as they cut her blouse open to having room to work.

“I know love, it's going to hurt more before it gets better,” Polly soothes. She hated seeing her lover like this.

Arthur handed (Y/N) a bottle of spirit and just started to down it like water. Arthur let out a chuckle and commented how ‘they needed to take her to one of their clubs.’ Polly was going to scold him later for that. Eventually, the bullet is fished out. They quickly grab the almost-empty bottle of alcohol and flushed out the wound. Polly clears her tears off (Y/N) cheeks, and kissing along her face, rewarding the young woman. Arthur and Tommy help settle (Y/N) on her feet. Polly came in and took Tommy’s spot beside her. (Y/N) leaned in and placed a sloppy kiss on her cheek.

“Come on love, let's get you home,” Polly whispers into her ear, walking out of the Garrison, with the boys following close behind.

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your-nanas-house · 2 years

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hey i saw your requests are open :)

could you write a jerome x bipolar ! reader where the reader is going through a depressive episode and he's doing his best to comfort her?

it would mean a lot to me but it's totally fine if you don't<3

Sure! I did my best hope you like it! 😊

List ❎

Pairing: Jerome Valeska X bipolar!Reader

Warnings: comfort, depression, sadness, dancing, baby, mentions of sex, food, internet, bipolar disorder..

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Summary: in the request

Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. I hope I didn't write bullshit.

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There it was again a switch of mood, the feeling of depression, sadness and loss of desire in doing activities was back but this time it was different because Y/n was no longer alone or with her best friend but she was engaged to someone who could seemed to have much more unpleasantness than her.... that was Jerome Valeska.

It had not yet happened to her when Jerome was present since they did not live together and the ginger always had something to do when she rejected him because of his moods; everything had changed when he had moved in with her to be closer to her and get the attention he so craved.

It was morning, Jerome had woken up as he did every day at about the same time, he cuddled her doll face a little and got up after she refused a quickie, left the apartment to steal something from the supermarket so they could get something to eat, and had returned a few hours later to find Y/n still in bed.

Now it's not that he didn't know that his doll had bipolar disorder but he had never yet been in such a situation, didn't know much about the subject and was slightly annoyed when she wouldn't get up, frowning as soon as she lost her patience and raised her voice to yell at him to leave her alone.

At that moment, although he was slightly angry and confused, he went to the living room and started to search on the internet things like 'my dolly won't get out of bed, why?' or 'My dollface refused a quickie this morning, why?' or 'why does my doll look depressed and has been in bed for hours, won't eat the food I stole and had a sudden change in her mood?' It was so that he found himself reading things about bipolar disorder trying to understand while taking quick notes and making a list.

Y/n's mood had not changed even though she wondered where Jerome had gone if he had finally figured out the things she was thinking about herself at that moment and left her but that was not the case fortunately because the ginger energy came into the room a few minutes later "DOLLFACE! Wake up! We're going out!" he began to open the closets taking clothes and throwing them on the bed, forcefully put the clothes on her and pulled her up causing her to get up and then leave.

They sat outside in a bar drinking milkshakes together while Jerome crossed the first point on his list

Try getting them out of the house

his hazel eyes met Y/n's face making her catch his attention "we look just like a couple in the movies, don't we dollface?" there was only a slight nod from her as she lightly sipped the milkshakes with him to make him happy and have something in her stomach, thankfully it wasn't raining that day.

The second point on the list he had found on the Internet was.

2. Making plans to look forward to the future

"Doll?" he murmured while thinking and started walking in the park with her, stopping under a flowering tree, sitting on the ground with her and putting her on his lap "have you ever thought about having...a child with me? " he rested his chin on her shoulder as he stroked her hand slowly "I would love to see a little us...we could conceive at my carnival or maybe other important places like-" Jerome's sentence was interrupted when she spoke "in the place where we met" he nodded starting to talk about what their baby would be like trying to make her feel appreciated.

In the afternoon he looked at the third point

3. Offer to do an activity they like

and started asking her what she wanted to do, finding himself having to improvise something, making jokes and funny things to manage to steal a smile from her, he even tickled her to hear her laugh.

It was evening when he crossed the last point

4. Let the music move you

He threw the notebook on the bed and grabbed Y/n's hips again and started dancing in a funny way with her, then holding her close to him leaning his head on hers not noticing the slight smile on the girl's face.

She was lucky to have someone like Jerome in her life.

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@trainer--taylor

@elizamalfoyy

@eovjjj

@animefan3223

@jeremiah-va1eska

@gothamchic16

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@dieg0brandos-wife

@rottenecstasy

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@teh-vampire-bunny

#jerome valeska #gotham #gotham tv #gotham x reader #jerome valeska x you #jerome valeska x reader #jerome x reader

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primatechnosynthpop · 8 months

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If You Push Them Too Hard, They're Going To Break

Part 3

[Part 1] [Part 2]

After their encounter with Dave, Jemaine kind of thought (hoped, at least) that would be the end of it. Dave was the smartest guy they knew, and he told them pretty clearly that being a magical girl was dangerous, so...

But in less than a week Bret went out on another witch hunt. And that quicky became part of his regular routine from there. Jemaine made his disapproval clear, giving him the cold shoulder whenever he came back from a witch hunt, but there really wasn't much he could do. His idea of kicking Bret out of the band soured when he remembered he didn't have his bandmate's voice on tape anymore, and he wasn't in the mood to go through the hassle of auditioning new members. As for the plan to steal Bret's soul gem and smash it, well... after seeing what happened with the lighter, anything that involved damaging the gem didn't seem like such a bright idea anymore.

And with Bret running around in a poofy dress playing hero, who did that leave to take care of chores? Jemaine grumbled to himself as he bent over the produce display, searching for deals he could afford. He didn't mind grocery shopping with someone else tagging along to banter with, but doing it alone was a sisyphean task. He'd just settled on some half-price apples when he glanced up to see a familiar face standing beside him.

"Oh! Jemaine. It's... funny seeing you here."

"Hi, Doug," Jemaine returned the greeting cautiously, already looking past him to scan the aisles for Mel. When he didn't see her anywhere he wondered if she was creeping up behind him, but a glance over his shoulder revealed no sign of her. His tightened muscles relaxed, but a deeper sense of unease set in. "Is Mel not with you?"

To his surprise, Doug's face crumpled into something genuinely miserable. "Oh... I guess you didn't know, huh?" he murmured. "Mel, uh, went missing a while ago."

Jemaine blinked. His brain froze up upon hearing that. It just didn't compute. Except it made sense, didn't it, when he thought about it-- how long had it been since he and Bret had seen her? At least this explained why she wasn't at their last couple gigs.

"I've been asking around, putting up posters," Doug went on. "But to be honest, it's a little hard to stay optimistic. I have an idea of what might have happened to her, and... well, it's not something I can really tell anyone without sounding totally crazy." He stared down at his shoes, hands twisting together at the waist, and let out a sad little huff of laughter. "I always figured I'd lose her eventually, but not like this."

Jemaine wasn't sure how to respond to that. He settled on raising his eyebrows, mouth pinching into sort of a grimace, and making an "mm?" sound that he hoped came off as sympathetic. He did feel bad for Doug, genuinely. And he felt bad for himself (and Bret, but he was angry with Bret right now, so mostly himself) for not having a single fan anymore. He couldn't say he'd miss having Mel stalk them and make inappropriate comments, but the prospect of never seeing her alive again was daunting, almost sickening to wrap his head around. It didn't feel right.

His eyes strayed down to Doug's hands, and the wedding band he was twisting forlornly around on his finger. It reminded him of Bret fidgeting with his soul gem ring. Then, not in a sudden flash of light so much as a gradual sunrise, he thought back to the last time he saw Mel and that ridiculous outfit she was wearing. An outfit with a gem on it... and that hammer, a weapon not unlike Bret's bow and Murray's pirate sword.

"Was Mel a magical girl?"

Doug's head snapped back up, eyebrows raised. "Yes, she was! How did you know?"

"Well, ah... Bret's become one," Jemaine explained somewhat stiltedly. He felt ridiculous having to say it out loud. "Calls himself a magical man, but it's the same thing."

Doug gave him a look like Jemaine had just said that Bret had a terminal illness. "...I see."

"You think a witch got Mel?"

"Something like that. Or something even worse."

"Right, well..."

Jemaine shifted, uncomfortable. He stuck his hands in his pockets and glanced over his shoulder, searching for a way out of this social interaction. Luckily, it seemed that Doug was willing to let him go a lot quicker than his wife would have been.

"Well, I guess I'd better get to the checkout before the line gets any longer. Nice seeing you, Jemaine, and, uh, tell Bret good luck with his magical girl duties."

"I talked to Doug today," Jemaine said a few hours later while they sat around the kitchen table after dinner. Bret was busy tearing yellow sticky notes off a pad, crumpling them up, and throwing them to Kyubey. Kyubey wasn't really a cat, so it didn't seem interested in the crumpled paper, but Bret kept throwing it anyway. "Apparently Mel was a magical girl and now she's gone missing."

"Aw, what?" Bret asked, looking up from the sticky note pad with a frown. "Really?"

"That's interesting, isn't it? That she became a magical girl and then died?"

"What, she died too?"

"Probably. She's definitely missing. Sort of like what Dave said about that girl..."

Bret saw where Jemaine was going with this, mainly because it was the same place all their conversations had gone for the past two weeks. He shook his head. "I can't stop, Jemaine. Being a magical man is what I am now."

"It doesn't have to be."

"Actually, it does." Bret pointed at Kyubey, who gazed innocently back with a slight tilt of its head. "I asked Kyubey about it and he said you can't go back on a contract. Isn't that right, Kyubey?"

<That's correct,> the alien confirmed. <The only way to reverse the process of becoming a magical girl would be for someone else to make a contract and wish for it to be so.>

"What, so for Bret to stop being a magical girl I'd have to become one? I'm not doing that," Jemaine said. "It would be completely redundant."

"That's a shame about Mel, though, if it's true," Bret remarked. He tore another sheet of paper off the pad but forgot to crumple it up, so it just fluttered back down onto the table when he threw it.

Jemaine mumbled his agreement. He grabbed what was left of the sticky note pad and chucked it at Kyubey, who deftly hopped out of the way.

"Alright, magical girl meeting! Bret?"

"Present."

Murray nodded and marked that down on his attendance sheet. He didn't think it was good conduct to have their magical girl meetings in the same office as their band meetings, so they were gathered outside on the front steps of the office building. "And Murray, present... and honorary member Jemaine?"

"Why am I an honorary member?" Jemaine griped, and then added, "Present."

"I think it's because you're not a magical person," Bret told him.

"That's exactly right, Bret. Jemaine, you're lucky I let you attend these meetings at all! We could be discussing top-secret magical girl information here-- things an ordinary human couldn't even comprehend."

Jemaine crossed his arms with a wounded pout. "I can comprehend just fine."

Ignoring him, Murray carried on to item one: grief seeds. "How many grief seeds has everyone got on them?"

"I've got two," Bret said. "They're not on me now, though. I left them at home."

"Well, it's good that you have some, but they won't do you any good sitting around at home," Murray chided him. "Suppose a witch attacks you when you're out and about and you use up all your magic trying to fight it. You'd want a grief seed then, wouldn't you?"

"How many grief seeds have you got, Murray?" Jemaine asked in a tone that suggested he suspected the answer was zero.

"Well, none at the moment," Murray admitted-- a bit of an understatement. His soul gem had been getting progressively darker for days now. That brought him to item two. "Item two: use of Bret's grief seeds. Now, my soul gem has some big black spots on it that could use a good purification--"

"Sorry, man, you can't use my grief seeds," Bret cut him off. "I'd like to keep them for myself."

"Aw, but-- what if I paid you guys for it, eh?" he offered, flashing a grin at Bret and then Jemaine for good measure. Neither looked convinced, and the building twinge of anxiety in his chest tightened. "Please let me use your grief seed," he tried again. "Please? Please let me use it. Pleeease."

Bret's conviction wavered slightly in the face of his manager's clear desperation. He still wasn't willing to give up one of his hard-earned prizes, but... "How about we go on a witch hunt together, and I'll let you keep the one we get from that?"

Murray practically caved with relief. "Yes, that will do," he said, wiping at his eyes with the back of his sleeve. Was he really crying over this? Yes, call him soft, but he was. It just felt nice to know that his boys were looking out for him the way he always tried to look after them. It made him feel like there was nothing to be afraid of anymore.

While Jemaine was moping about at home and saddled with chores, Bret had fought a lot of pretty freaky witches. His enhanced agility came in handy for dodging flying fruit and whirling blades in a labyrinth that started off looking like a bank but segwayed into a giant blender when he took a wrong turn. His infinite arrows made quick work of a crown-wearing witch and its exotic bird and monkey familiars in a psychedelic party labyrinth. While fighting a witch made of nothing but a bunch of spindly legs and hair that tried to grab him like tentacles in an office-themed labyrinth, he discovered that he had the power to levitate things, himself included, if he concentrated. When he asked Kyubey why he'd gotten that power, it explained:

"Aw, that's awesome, man," Bret had replied, grinning, with an incredulous shake of his head. "I've gotta show Jemaine, he's gonna love this."

Jemaine had in fact not loved it, and had yelled at Bret to stop making the fridge float. But still, it was pretty cool.

Throughout it all, there was this one witch Bret kept sensing but never fought. Something about its energy just gave him the creeps. He'd asked Kyubey about it, but his little alien buddy could be annoyingly evasive sometimes. Plus he got the sense this witch was following him, and that activated his contrarian side: he was supposed to track down witches, not the other way around, so he refused to engage with a witch that tried tracking him instead.

That was until today. Bret glanced reluctantly at his manager as they stood in a labyrinth entryway that looked like the hall of a golden palace with a red carpet rolled out. "Does it have to be this witch, Murray?"

"Well, it's the closest one I sensed, and you remember how urgent this is... so in short, yes, it has to be this one," Murray said in the same tone he used to enforce band management decisions that Bret and Jemaine weren't keen on. "Besides, I've been monitoring a few of the witches in this city, and this one's been causing all sorts of trouble. A body count in double figures already!"

Bret shuddered at that. He was going to ask why Murray hadn't tried fighting it yet if that was the case, but the senior magical girl was already charging on ahead, transformed and with his weapon drawn. Bret followed suit.

The hallway was shorter than it looked, and soon the floor dropped abruptly off as they came to a cavernous stretch of pale pink sky tinged with an iridescent rainbow hue. Wispy clouds hung here and there. If he squinted across the gaping cavern, Bret could make out other platforms that looked like they were made of yarn, clay, paper... basically any art or craft supply, really. When he looked way up he could just make out a distant ceiling. It was curved like that of a cathedral, and painted like one too with an elaborate mural that he couldn't make out the details of. Startlingly familiar music filled the air. Bret could have sworn he heard snatches of his and Jemaine's voices, but distorted like a broken-down tape that had been played too many times. The whole place smelled sweet, like cookies, but too sweet. And Bret had a much stronger sweet tooth than his roommate, so if Jemaine were here the smell would probably make him gag.

"Something weird about this place," Bret mused. "It feels like... I dunno, like meeting back up with a person I haven't seen in a while. And they've changed in all sorts of ways, but deep down they're still the same."

Murray gave him a questioning look, but if he was going to say something, he didn't get the chance before a pair of cookie-shaped familiars came flying at them. That explained the sweet smell. And the music, apparently-- the familiars' mouths, which looked like real human mouths plastered on top of icing, opened and closed in crooning song. Bret picked one out of the sky with his bow while Murray sliced the other in half.

As soon as the first two went down a whole swarm came flying in to take their place. Soon it was an all-out battle. When the familiars got close enough they stopped singing and started trying to bite, which was almost preferable to hearing those uncanny mockeries of his and Jemaine's voices, but not when they successfully managed to bite him. A few times Murray got too caught up in the scuffle and nearly fell off the edge into the chasm, and Bret had to save him with a burst of anti-gravity magic. It seemed for a while like it would be an endless onslaught, but little by little they whittled the sweet-scented army down.

Meanwhile, a block away from the labyrinth entrance, Jemaine paced up and down the sidewalk with his hands in his pockets. The sun was going down and it was chilly out, enough for his breaths to appear as bursts of white in front of him, but he kept his temperature up with his constant restless motion. Kyubey sat a few feet away on top of Murray's parked car, saying nothing but idly watching. Despite not having emotions of its own, it could recognize them in others. It could tell that despite all his bluster, Jemaine's ongoing annoyance with Bret stemmed from a deep attachment to him. Kyubey could work with that.

<Jemaine, do you believe that Bret McClegnie is capable in battle?>

The inquiry gave Jemaine pause, if only because it was so unexpected. He stopped, with his back turned to Kyubey so he wouldn't have to look at its beady red eyes, and gave an apprehensive shake of his head. "Not particularly. I once had to help him get his hand out of a jar."

"Well, he's come home every time, so..."

Jemaine was getting quite unsettled now. He shifted, turning around just slightly so he could stare Kyubey down. He saw what it was getting at, and he didn't like it.

<Of course, Bret is accompanied by Murray Hewitt,> Kyubey went on calmly. <However, you have made your opinion on Murray's capabilities quite clear. In a dangerous situation, do you think Murray would be able to protect Bret from suffering serious harm?>

Jemaine was silent for a moment. He stared down at his shoes. "...Bret'll be fine," he said after a while, not quite sounding like he believed it. "Anyway, you're his friend, aren't you?" There was a note of bitter jealousy to his voice there-- honestly, Kyubey would never understand human emotions. "If he's in trouble, you'll help him."

Kyubey said nothing to that. It was clear that the seed of doubt had been planted. From now on it was a waiting game.

Back inside the labyrinth, Bret lowered his bow and watched as Murray triumphantly skewered the final two familiars on his sword and they crumbled into dust. He'd realized as he fought that the cookie familiars had two designs repeated ad nauseam, and though the icing was drippy and the photorealistic mouths threw him a bit, he was pretty sure they were caricatures of him and Jemaine. No wonder they sang like them too.

That got him thinking, and soon he put it all together. Everything about this place, the theming around him and Jemaine, it was like all the unwanted gifts Mel had presented them with and all the fantasies she'd described about them rolled into one. A queasy feeling settled in Bret's gut. Mel... That's right, Jemaine had told him she'd gone missing. Was this where she'd ended up?

It was then that the witch rose into view. It looked like a woman in an elaborate old-fashioned gown riding a tandem bicycle, pedalling endlessly but not getting anywhere. Instead of a person in the backseat there was a giant metal ball attached to a chain which led to a ring on one of the witch's fingers. The witch's head was made of translucent pink and white clouds dotted with twinkling stars. The biggest and brightest of those stars were around where eyes would go on a face. More clouds trailed off its body in wisps here and there. On its chest was a fleshy heart-- as in, the shape of a cartoon heart, but made of tissue like the real organ. It pulsed rhythmically, occasionally skipping a beat. The witch's garbled voice, though indecipherable as any other's, held a crooning cadence. Like it was singing him a love song.

"...Mel?"

"Mel? What do you mean Mel? Is she here?" Murray turned around, looking back the way they'd come in, and then across the open stretch of iridescent sky with an incredulous squint.

"No, she's... well, maybe she is here." Bret didn't know exactly where he was going until the words began tumbling out of his mouth. "Jemaine said Doug said she was missing. I thought maybe he made it up to scare me--"

"I don't think Doug would lie about his own wife going missing."

"No, I mean Jemaine. But now I think he was telling the truth. I think..." Bret paused, gulping. His heart had sped up without him noticing. The witch was still drawing near, its movements excruciatingly slow and non-aggressive compared to previous witches he'd battled. "I think this is her. I think Mel turned into this witch, and that's why she went missing."

Outside the labyrinth, Jemaine was also thinking about what Doug had told him. He couldn't have imagined the discovery Bret had just come to, but he knew one thing: bad things could happen to magical girls.

He resumed his pacing, more frantic now as darker thoughts swam through his mind. What would he and Bret do if Murray got killed? It could cause a bit of a hassle, for one thing. They'd have to find a new manager. Maybe they could get one who was better at their job. That might not be so bad.

What would he do if Bret...?

A harsh skidding noise sounded from the pavement as he came to an abrult halt and whirled around to face Kyubey. It hadn't moved from the top of Murray's car, no doubt staying nice and toasty while Jemaine shivered. He wanted to shove it under the wheels. Not that that would do much good since the car wasn't on.

"Kyubey," he ground out through his teeth. "I'm going to make a contract with you."

Kyubey immediately perked up, ear tendrils standing at attention. <Are you certain? Once a contract is made, it cannot be undone.>

"Yes, you've told me." And anyway, he knew by now that life tended to go that way. He'd learned as much bartering with Dave, trying to buy back a toothbrush he'd sold him in a fit of desperation only to be told it was now quadruple what he got for it. "But I've decided."

Within the labyrinth, the stars in the witch's cloud-head glowed brighter as it came face-to-face with Bret, who took a few nervous steps back. It extended its free hand toward him with an eager hiss. But the other hand, the one with the ball and chain, held it back. It jerked, lashing against the weight, all the while its legs still pedalled uselessly.

It was a pitiful sight, like seeing a wounded animal. Bret's heart squeezed with more sympathy than he'd ever had for Mel when she was alive. Daunting as it was, he knew he had to take this witch down like any other.

"Honestly, Bret, you're being completely ridiculous," Murray told him. "Kyubey would have told us if witches used to be magical girls. Why would Kyubey, our trusted... mascot, lie to us?"

Bret barely even heard his manager's dismissive words. With shaking hands, he notched an arrow and shot a hole clean through the witch's outstretched hand. It recoiled with an earsplitting shriek. The clouds that made up its head turned red and lit up with a crackle of lightning.

It drew its arm back-- the one attached to the ball and chain-- and swung it at him with a roar. Bret jumped into the air, easily dodging the chain. He didn't see the ball's trajectory.

And obviously neither did Murray. Or if he did, he didn't dodge it in time.

WH-CRACK!

The ball flew off the chain and slammed into Murray's chest. Bret distinctly heard something shatter and he winced. Was that a couple broken ribs, maybe? He didn't stop to check-- couldn't spare more than a fleeting glance over his shoulder at his manager ragdolling to the ground-- because he had a witch to fight. He was sure Murray would be back on his feet and helping him out in a second. Magical girls could take a few hits.

Bret came down on the handlebars of the witch's bicycle, close enough for the lightning to make all his hairs stand on end, and released an arrow into its exposed squishy heart. The ensuing shriek was even more earsplitting-- Bret flinched and clamped his hands over his ears-- and accompanied by lightning bolts shooting off wildly. But the bolts fizzled out harmlessly before they could touch him, and he knew he'd hit the target because a few of the stars speckled throughout the cloudy part of the witch blinked out. If he could land just one or two more shots like that...

Oops, hold that thought. A new metal ball swelled into existence at the base of the dangling chain and the witch whipped it through the air. Bret was forced to abandon his post on the handlebars and fly up above the witch's head. Using so much magic put a dull ache in his core, not unlike the way his arms felt after a long shift of sign holding. It would be harder to line up a clear shot from this angle, too. But at least the witch couldn't get to him.

While he was up there he took the opportunity to look down and see how Murray had recovered. He would've recovered, right? He'd taken at least one worse hit than that before, definitely.

Apparently not. Murray was lying on his back, no longer in his magical girl attire. There were little shards of something scattered around him, glinting a dull orange in the shimmering light. And those weren't the only things surrounding him. The cookie familiars were back and circling Murray like vultures. Bret swallowed hard.

"Murray, you've got to get up," he called. Then, remembering magical girls could use telepathy, he tried again that way. <Come on, get up and get out of the way before those familiars...>

He trailed off as the swarm of cookie familiars descended on Murray. A wave of cold horror washed over him. It was like watching a lion in a nature documentary bringing down an antelope, except that Bret liked lions too so he never knew who to root for, and an antelope wasn't his band manager and just below friend on the relationship graph. Murray didn't move, didn't even cry out, when the familiars opened their photorealistic hungry mouths and... and...

Oh, flip. Oh, fuck! Bret clamped a hand over his mouth, feeling tears well up in his eyes. He tore his gaze away as fast as he could, but it wasn't fast enough, and he could still hear it even from several metres away. Even when he squeezed his eyes shut and clamped his hands over his ears he could hear the sounds of them tearing flesh, crunching bone, slurping up blood and organs.

He was so overwhelmed in that moment that he didn't realize his magic was wavering, that he was sinking lower in the sky, back in range of the witch's attacks. He didn't hear the ball and chain swinging toward him until it was a foot away from his head.

Seconds before Bret would have been knocked out of the sky and possibly met the same fate as his manager, a silvery-green blur leapt toward him and caught him in a pair of not particularly muscular but nonetheless sturdy arms. Bret sucked in a shaky breath. His eyes swam with tears, blurring his vision too much to make out the face of his rescuer, but there was something about that flashy outfit... he could have sworn he'd dreamed about something like this.

"David Bowie?" he whispered.

"No," came the reply, gruff and terse but layered with affection. "It's Jemaine."

Jemaine landed on the opposite side of the chasm, where the construction paper ground crumpled under his boots. Boots? Yes, Bret realized upon wiping the tears from his eyes as his friend set him down, Jemaine was wearing sparkly silver platform boots. And that wasn't all.

Jemaine wore a tight-fitting silver sleeveless shirt with a ludicrously low neckline and a dark red zigzag pattern going across it. He had a dark green sequined dress that took on more of a blue tint when the light bounced off it a certain way, but then looked almost brown from a different angle. A high-collared cape with embroidered flower decals sat around his shoulders. Finally, embedded in a dark red flower tucked behind one ear was a cool-toned green gem.

"Jemaine!" Bret gasped in delight, the trauma of less than a minute ago instantly forgotten. "You're a magical girl!"

"Don't you mean magical man?" Jemaine asked, lips parting in a sly smile that showed off the gap in his teeth. "I am technically a man, in case you've forgotten."

"Oh, right. Yeah, you're... ah, it doesn't matter," Bret said with a shake of his head, breaking into a fond smile. "It's just good to see you, man."

Then a pair of wooden nunchucks appeared in Jemaine's hand, and Bret had to stifle a groan. Was that really his weapon? Whenever they watched a movie with nunchucks in it, Jemaine would make a comment about how cool they were and how he'd like a pair if he could ever afford them. Bret had never seen the appeal. There was a reason the pilots in Top Gun didn't use nunchucks.

But then, these ones were magic. Jemaine spun the weapon around a few times to wind it up and then flung it with a grunt of effort, and it flew like a boomerang (he would never want to use an actual boomerang lest he be mistaken for an Australian, but he secretly envied their iconic cultural weapon) into the witch's arm, where the chain wrapped around the limb and immobilized it so it couldn't attack anymore.

"I'm going to finish off the witch," Jemaine announced. "You've got enough grief seeds already, so this one will be mine."

With that, he leapt off the paper cliff, summoning a new pair of nunchucks into his hands-- metal ones this time. He twirled them above his head and they glowed with cool green light. Bullets of magic energy burst out of either end, buffeting the witch and any familiars that got in the way. When he got close enough he pulled the two sticks apart and the chain between them lengthened into a sort of metal whip. He swung it forward, lodged one stick in the spokes of the witch's back tires, and swung the remaining distance clutching the other stick.

Alright, so Jemaine really had no idea at all how nunchucks were supposed to work. He just thought they looked cool. He'd consulted with Dave about this and everything, and Dave had confirmed with a sage nod that nunchucks could be pretty cool if you used them right. And if this wasn't using them right, well... it wasn't, but it was how he wanted to use them, and so his magic allowed it.

<Its weakness is its heart, Jemaine,> he heard Bret's voice say in his head. Jemaine shuddered-- that was just as uncanny when it was his friend as when it was that creepy alien. <Sort of like humans, if you think about it... if you crush our hearts... um, nevermind.>

Jemaine nodded, even though Bret probably couldn't see him do so from his angle. He climbed up onto the empty back seat, whipped the witch across the back as hard as he could, then planted a solid kick to its chest when it spun around to grab him. He ground his heel against its heart even while grimacing at the squishy noises it made. This was completely unlike anything he'd done before. He hoped he wouldn't have to do anything like it again. But in the back of his mind he knew he wouldn't be so lucky-- he'd made a contract and now this would be his life.

The witch was on its last legs now. Most of the stars in its head had burnt out, and the last two flickered weakly. It tried to snatch him with its free hand, but that hand was shredded with a quick twirl of his weapon. One more solid hit to the heart-shaped heart and it was done.

As the witch screeched out its dying cries and began to break apart, bicycle and all, Jemaine realized he no longer had a foothold. Panic spiked through him for a moment and he almost considered asking Bret to use that freaky anti-gravity magic on him, but he didn't have to worry about it. By the time the witch's body caved in on itself and a grief seed fell from the sky into Jemaine's hands, his feet were touching safely down on slightly damp concrete.

Jemaine sighed, letting all the tension drain out of him as he detransformed. Those sorts of high-stakes stressful environments weren't for him. He glanced over at Bret, who had also detransformed. He didn't look hurt, at least no more than usual after a witch hunt, but he did look shaken in a way that he didn't usually. Jemaine would almost ask if he needed to purify his soul gem, except that he'd beat the witch so this grief seed was his-- although, wait, wasn't this one supposed to be for Murray? Yes, right, that was the arrangement. But he didn't see Murray when he looked around, so maybe he could get away with pocketing it for himself?

"Bret, have you seen Murray?"

Bret stiffened at the question. How was he supposed to answer that? "Yeah, I saw him. I saw him get eaten." He didn't know how Jemaine would respond to that. He'd probably just say I told you so.

But before Bret could figure out how to break the bad news, Jemaine stepped out of the alleyway and remarked in a casual if not slightly accusatory tone, "Ah, there he is. Where'd you go off to, Murray? You were supposed to be helping Bret out, and if I hadn't gotten there in time who knows what might have happened to him."

Those words definitely weren't addressed to a picked-over carcass. Heartbeat picking up, Bret ran past Jemaine and burst out of the alley. Sure enough, Murray stood on the sidewalk perfectly intact. He looked a little disoriented, glancing around with a confused frown, but he was okay. Relief flooded through Bret's system, overtaking his already below-average stores of rational thought and impulse control, and he tackled his manager in an embrace.

That snapped Murray out of his confusion but gave him a whole new thing to be confused about. He'd made it very clear to Bret and Jemaine that they'd have to do a little more work before they landed in the category of his friends again, and they hadn't seemed particularly eager to do that work in the first place. Acquaintances didn't usually run up and hug each other, unless he was missing out on even more in life than he'd thought. He stumbled back, blinking, as Bret held him in a vice grip.

"What, no hug for me?" Jemaine complained. Then, cheeks heating when he realized how jealous he sounded: "Not that I'd want one... might be kinda gay... but still, I think I deserve it more than Murray."

Bret drew back, wiping away a new wave of encroaching tears with the back of his sleeve. He didn't understand. He was sure he saw Murray die in that labyrinth. Unless maybe...

"Jemaine?" he asked. "What did you wish for?"

"The thing you would've if you were thinking-- none of that 'ooh, I want to meet a celebrity so I'll ask to breathe in outer space',' Jemaine said in a mocking tone that sounded less like Bret and more like the lady voice he sometimes used in their songs. In his normal voice he continued, "I wished for Murray to get us more actual paid gigs that people would come and see."

<A well-chosen request indeed,> Kyubey chimed in as it trotted out of the shadows to join the scene. Jemaine stiffened at its presence, but it padded right past him and hopped up onto Murray's shoulders. <Because Jemaine's wish involved the presence of Murray Hewitt, it was necessary for him to be restored.>

Jemaine didn't know what Kyubey meant by restored, but when Bret turned to him with a wide-eyed look that could only be described as awe, it didn't matter. The warmth that flooded through him at the sight of his friend's expression combined with the thrilling prospect of actual gigs in their future was enough to convince him he'd made the right decision. Being a magical girl couldn't be so bad.

[Part 4]

#hey did you know that i write stuff sometimes?

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F: Hey, Colonel Sanders, is that a pipe bomb in your pants or are you just happy to see me? N: Here’s an idea , you vest-wearing assclown: why don't I stick it up your ass and you can find out for yourself? F: Here’s an even better idea: why don’t you take whatever it is and throw it like I told you to five minutes ago?! God, I hate reunions.

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My two fave whiny bitch babies of the apocalypse. I love them. My piece for @left4deadzine. It’s really amazing to see people still enjoying this game and creating fan content \o/

#l4d2 #l4d #left 4 dead #left 4 dead 2 #francis #nick #blood #gangster boyfriends #they totally had an angry quickie after this.

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shugojima · 3 years

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Iwaizumi Hajime (27) Athletic Trainer

We're a thristy whore and this is kinda light hearted so don't take it too seriously.

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Your brother Koutarou had a private lesson with their trainer and dragged you along since you had to drive him there for once due to his car being checked. He could just get the keys and drive by his own? NEVER.

He's a total jerk and probably hits the first traffic light, like he did with his own just a few days ago. Fucking idiot.

He asked you if you'd wait for him until they finish. Rolling your eyes at him you agreed and walked into the big training center with a huge sign on the front that said "Iwaizumi - Personal Training"

As you stepped foot in it, you were stunned by the luxurious furniture. Your jaw dropped even more when your brother said "The guy that owns it is a friend of mine! Well, more Akaashi's but we get along pretty well too!"

"What kinda rich ass friends do you have?? Is he good looking? If so, introduce me tf?"

"You're not hitting on our trainer, you hear me?! We're here for him to help me stretch not you!"

It was a joke. It WAS a fucking joke.

But that joke quicky turned into something meaningful as Mr. Arms came to pick up his next client.

"Bokuto! You doing fine?"

"Yeah, kinda. But my wrecked car still makes me sad."

He laughed and slapped the back of Koutarou's head as he went "Then stop being a dumbass and start driving fucking careful!"

You liked him already.

"Oh, Iwaizumi Hajime, nice to meet you. You're his sister right?" He asked as he smiled. Beautiful. Fucking beautiful.

"Yeah... sadly. Y/n, but just call me good gi-." You said as Koutarou shot you an angry look.

You took the stairs to the second floor and Iwaizumi hold a white heavy door open for you to step inside the little gym.

"You can sit over there if you want. We'll need some time."

You nodded as you sat yourself on a bench near the big windows and watched as the two of them spoke a little about this and that, before Iwaizumi started helping that stupid motherfucker to stretch.

"Down... down... just like that."

Man... he looks mighty fine in that black work uniform of his. His arms are something else but lets not forget about that juicy ass and those thick ass thighs... lord. I'm a simp.

"Y/n!! Keep your unholy eyes off him!" Your brother snapped you out of your sweet day dream.

"I was only admiring the hard work he probably put into getting those thighs.. jeeez..." you said rolling your eyes at him for the 5th time today.

You could tell Iwaizumi was a little caught off guard by the way you act around each other and the way you freely admitted you drooled over him. He just chuckled realizing Bo's sister was kinda horny, checking him out.

"We'll go with some light exercises first." He said as he continued doing his job professionally. "Good... hold it.. hold it.. a little deeper."

"You can go a lil deeper somewhere else..." You muttered under your breath but he heard you clearly and smirked as he kept on instructing Koutarou.

When they were done with their little session my brother wanted to head for the showers so you told him you'd wait for him here, while Iwaizumi was getting some things to clean up after them.

"Why aren't you waiting downstairs?"

"Because I smell a huge dick opportunity, my oblivious little brother."

"YOU'RE NOT GONNA FUCK IWA!"

"Yo be a lil quiet he might hear you."

"As if he doesnt know you wanna be screwed by now... good lord.. do what you have to do but finish by the time I'm done showering. And no fucking details on the ride home!!"

"Fiiiine... ugh."

So you were leaning against the wall as Iwaizumi cleaned the equipment he used as you started walking over to him and his stunning green eyes found yours.

"Y/n. Can I help you with something?" he politely asked as if he doesn't already know what you want him to help you with.

"Hmm... I might have an idea..." you said as you came a little closer and ran your hands over his delicious biceps.

"You know.. I could use some help with stretching too.."

He bit his lip slightly and smirked "I'd fuck your desperate pussy right now if it wasn't for me being at work."

Yeah whatever you gonna give me this dick..

"But.. but I really need it bad! Please~ I promise to be a good girl for you and finish you off fast, Daddy."

"....Fucking whores got the nerve." he said as he grabbed you and threw you on the bench, you were sitting on earlier, ass up, wasting no to to lift your cute skirt before he took the waistband of his shorts and pushed them down just enough to free his thick hard cock.

"You want my cock, yea? Fine. Girls like you like it big don't they?"

Sliding two fingers in between your lips, he slid them up and down to fully cover your pussy in your arrousal, before he put his fat tip to your drooling hole and... "Take it, bitch." ... thrusted so hard into you, you swore the whole second floor knew you got screwed right now. But do we care? Hell nah.

"NGHHHAA FUCK!!... T-TOO MUCH!"

"Huh. Bit off more than you can chew, babe? That sucks."

Hell he fucked you stupid and even if it was only like 10 minutes you get to enjoy his fat cock, you were already so exhausted. It was hard to keep up with him, the stamina and the strength... my god...

He suddenly pulled out and left you empty and whining "Put.. put it in!! P-please!" you begged and tried lowering myself onto him again as he just laughed.

"Already addicted, hm?"

"Y-yes! Now could you please continue!??"

"You know actually I'm already late to my next session."

You turned your head and looked at him in disbelieve.

An evil smirk on his face he pointed at his cock, all messy from your juice "I told you I have a session now. Lick the rest of your pussy off me. I need to hurry."

"Come again?! Theres a fucking towel!"

"Oh so you don't want that private special treatment next sunday?"

"Nevermind, Daddy!!"

#iwaizumi #iwaizumihajime #haikyuu #haikyuu smut #haikyuu lemon #iwaizumi smut #iwaizumi lemon #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi hajime 27 athletic trainer

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hoe-doroki · 3 years

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Can I have a bakugou smut where he had just come home from a hard day and he needs to blow off some steam and the reader has been horny all day so she/they do whatever he says. Sorry if this was long, it's ok if you don't do it. Thank you 🙏❤

Omg, not too long at all! Seriously, for requests for me, generally the more details the better, especially for what kinks you may or may not like, because then I can better cater it to you! Since you didn’t specify, you’re stuck with choking, degradation, and exhibitionism, because I like them, oops. Sorry it’s taken me so long to write this—I’ve been so excited about it the whole time but…there’s no but, I just didn’t write it until now 🤷‍♀️

minors do not interact

warnings: 18+, exhibitionism, degradation, choking, biting/marking, slight possessiveness

wc: 3.1k

a/n: Thanks to @dymphnasprose for making this gorgeous banner for me!

edit: I no longer write x reader but here’s my old masterlist - mobile | desktop

You heard him before you saw him.

It was the ding of the elevator that was first audible from the dining room table where you were working on your computer. Then you heard the heavy clomp of Katsuki’s boots coming down the hallway, already painting a picture of a frustrating day on the job.

When he shouldered his way in the front door, you saw that he was still in his full hero uniform. The roots of his hair were dark with sweat and Katsuki’s ire seemed to have made it all the way down to his fingertips, where he was clumsily batting at his shoelaces. As if anger and a glare would force them undone quicker than a nimble touch.

“Rough day?” you commented, standing up from the dark mahogany table and walking over to your boyfriend. Your hands were on your hips as you looked down at where he was bent over in the entryway.

He grunted as he cast his boot off. If he were outside, that shoe would have been flung halfway down the block, possibly with smoke coming off it. Inside your home, however, even the angriest Katsuki could only manage an angry shove before moving onto his next obstacle.

You didn’t press for more. You just watched as the second boot came off and your boyfriend stood up, knees cracking. He probably hadn’t so much as stretched at the end of his shift. He looked wound tight in every way, from his clenching fingers to the tension scrunching his face.

“Fucking cops stole the villain from under my nose,” Katsuki said.

The kitchen was just a few steps away, so you filled a glass of water and offered it to him. He downed it in a few gulps and was probably just a couple measures of force short from breaking the glass as he smacked it back down on the counter.

“But they were captured?” you asked. “That’s good.”

“The only good thing about it is that now they’re the ones that have to do the paperwork,” Katsuki growled. “I told fucking five-head that if I’m not needed, I might as well come home.”

Five-head was the name Katsuki used for his manager—with a deeply receding hairline—at the agency. Fortunately, Katsuki had only let the nickname slip to the guy’s face…a handful of times.

“Sounds like a rough day,” you said as Katsuki took his gauntlets off, treating them with more care than he had his boots. “You know, I’ve been a little bit…frustrated today too.”

Katsuki’s eyes, piercing when outlined by the dark cling of his mask, flicked towards you, hearing your intentionally placed drawl immediately. “That so?”

His tone was suspicious. Maybe it should have been, by the upward pull on your lips as you leaned in close to him, stroking his arm, still hot and damp from a day on patrol.

“Yeah.” You pouted, making your tone intentionally whiny as you blinked big, round eyes at him. “Or do you not remember this morning?”

That morning had been on your mind all fucking day. Katsuki’s alarm had woken you up, as it always did, and after the ringing had faded from your ears, your body had honed in on a different sense. Specifically, the morning wood that had been pressing hard against your ass. The boner that you’d wiggled back against, moaning as you trailed your fingers up and down your boyfriend’s arm—not unlike you were right now. Katsuki had kissed you on the cheek, and then on the mouth, and you’d expected a quickie before work. You’d felt yourself growing wet at the possibility, your cheeks heating at his touch.

But then he’d pulled away and left the room before you could so much as whimper in protest. It was like he hadn’t even noticed. Like his dick hadn’t been the one to start it.

You watched the memory from many hours ago work its way onto Katsuki’s face. An eyebrow rose—you could tell even from under the mask—and a low fire lit behind his eyes. “That?”

You leaned into his ear, latching yourself around his side so that your thigh just brushed against his groin and whispered, “I’ve been thinking about it all day.”

“Always so fucking desperate for me, huh?” Katsuki rasped, grabbing your thigh with his gloved hand and wrapping your leg around his waist. “You’re lucky I’m not cooled down yet.”

When his lips met yours, they were aggressive, pent up. You could taste the salt of forgotten trails of sweat that had run from his mask down his lips. He smelled manly with it, and smoky from his quirk.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard you forget about this morning,” Katsuki said roughly before digging his teeth into your neck.

“All talk?” you asked your voice coming out as a gasp.

You were met with Katsuki placing both of his large hands on your ass, pressing your core against his hardening length. The pants on his hero costume were loose enough that he had room to grow and tent—or he would, if you weren’t grinding down on him without any pretense hiding your desperation.

Then, he let go of you. His hands were gone from your ass, mouth abandoning your neck. Without his support, you stumbled back, looking at him in confusion.

Katsuki, however, was grinning at you, lips shiny and flushed pink. “Strip for me, baby.”

After Katsuki’s inadvertent tease that morning, you hadn’t been able to help yourself and had dressed a little sexier than usual. You weren’t going to let Katsuki ignore you this time around.

You took off your clothes piece by piece, your eyes lingering on the garments and then flicking up to Katsuki, taking him in as he unzipped his pants and pulled his fat cock out. He stroked himself until you were left in nothing but a matching bra and panty set. Both were orange, matching the X over his chest and the palms of the gloves he’d just slapped to the floor.

“Fuck, baby,” he growled, taking a step toward you, hand never leaving his cock, “this is just what I needed.”

You were prepared to drop to your knees, stretch your mouth around that juicy cock, already glistening with precum right at the tip. Katsuki followed your gaze and caught your chin with just one finger, forcing your eyes up to his.

“There’s no need for that, sweetness,” he said. “Apparently, you’ve been patient all day. So if you’re a good girl and do what I say, you can have this cock right away. How’s that sound?”

“Good,” you said, nodding eagerly.

“Right answer,” Katsuki said, moving his hand to run his thumb under the band of your bra. His hand was feathering over the clasp when, suddenly, he snapped the elastic, earning a yelp out of you. “Now fucking strip.”

You removed your bra in a hurry, then your panties, leaving yourself totally bare to Katsuki’s roving eyes. Meanwhile, he was still dressed in the entirety of his hero costume, save for his boots, gloves and gauntlets. The spikes behind his mask were still in place, as was his belt. The only thing unusual was his thick cock hanging out of those black pants.

“Good girl,” Katsuki whispered. “Now be a good little slut and open the curtains.”

You stared at Katsuki for a moment. The windows took up the whole wall, floor to ceiling of your main living space. You lived near the top of your building—with the curtains open, you would barely be visible to the street, unless someone had a zoom quirk. But there were neighboring skyscrapers that would offer a view right into your apartment.

However, Katsuki didn’t have patience to spare today.

“I’ll go into our room and cum on my fucking hand if you don’t open the curtains.”

His eyes were stern, but not hard. Behind his mask, there was enough openness that you knew if you said your safe word he’d pull you into him, apologize into your neck just loud enough for you to hear, and make love to you slowly in missionary on your bed with all the windows drawn.

But this wasn’t a missionary kind of day.

You cocked your chin and walked past the leather couch and dining table over to the window. The curtains were drawn so that there wouldn’t be a glare on your laptop, but now you opened them, slowly but steadily. On your high floor, the afternoon sun was on the same plane as you. It was catching those late afternoon shades of bright orange that draped you in strands of golden luxe.

“You like that?” Katsuki asked when you looked over your shoulder, looking perhaps a little too self-satisfied. “You like everyone seeing what a slut you are? How fucking gorgeous you are?”

You could only moan as Katsuki came up behind you, catching your bare breasts in both hands and rocking his cock against your ass, just like that morning, but without the separation of your clothes.

“The thing is, sweetheart,” Katsuki whispered between kisses on your already bruising neck, “if anyone’s gonna see you like this, they’re gonna haveta see that you belong to me.”

One of Katsuki’s hands drifted back to his cock and slid it between your legs, through the stickiness that was already clinging to your thighs. He kicked your legs wider to make room for himself, thrusting between your pussy lips, forcing you to lean forward against the window for leverage. His dick dragged against your clit very intentionally, pulling groans out of you as your hips naturally rocked with his.

“So wet already,” Katsuki commented. “You really have been desperate for my cock all day, haven’t you? Did you touch yourself waiting for me?”

You’d thought about it. When Katsuki had left and you’d still felt that initial heat between your legs, you’d considered pulling out your wand and cumming against its rumbly, reliable vibrations. Your fingers had been itching for it, pussy craving the speedy finish it would provide.

“No,” you whined. “I didn’t.”

“Good girl.”

Your forehead fell against the window, eyes closed in the bright sunlight as the meaty head of his cock began to split you open.

“This what you wanted?”

“Yes,” you breathed, leaning your head against his shoulder, closing your eyes as he sunk into you. He claimed to be rewarding you for your patience all day, yet was going slow enough for you to feel every inch. You squeezed around him purposefully, trying to suck him in faster. He acted like he didn’t notice.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Katsuki said when he finally bottomed out. He sat there for a moment, kissing your neck as you continued to flutter hopelessly around him. Then he pulled out and rammed back into you in one go, nearly knocking the wind out of you.

Katsuki cackled, squeezing the meat of your thighs in both hands as he pounded into you. “Do you really think I’d do this for everyone to see if I was going to do anything less than fuck your brains out?”

All that powerlessness that Katsuki had felt at work was now being turned around into sheer might—metabolized frustration being taken out on your poor pussy. He hadn’t been able to capture that villain, but now he had you in his clutches. That unutilized strength was forcing your breasts and one cheek flat against the glass as he let your body have it.

“Katsuki,” you whined. “More.”

“So desperate and needy today, aren’t we sweetness?” Katsuki said, driving his hips forward even harder. You could feel one of the grenades on his belt smacking dangerously against your ass. It was like Dynamight had found you on the street and dragged you down a back alley to fuck while on patrol. “Lucky for you, you’re asking for something I want too.”

You’d riled something up in Katsuki. In a mood like this, he might use you, cream his cock deep inside you and let you think that he was gonna leave you like that for a good few minutes before finishing you off on his tongue or his fingers, or going another round. But it seemed as though you’d just managed to maneuver yourself onto his good side today. He wanted the satisfaction of you squeezing around him, milking his cum out of him at least once.

One of Katsuki’s hands crept up your side until it reached your neck, gripping around it but not yet pressing in. His lips were on your ear, biting your lobe before whispering, “Is this what you wanted?”

“Yes.”

The end of the word came out as a hiss as Katsuki’s thick fingers closed around your throat. His other hand crept to the front of your pubic bone, flattening the hair there as the tip of his pinky reached just above your clit. Intentionally not making contact under the guise of just being able to hold you closer to his driving hips.

Your face grew hot as Katsuki pressed against your windpipe, against the veins so that you felt your throttled heartbeat begin its desperate dance. As your breath grew short, everything became sharper. Katsuki’s cock hitting right against your g-spot suddenly hit less like sparks and more like a thick stroke of fire with every go.

“You like that, huh?” Katsuki taunted as he pulled your neck against his shoulder, his thumb and middle finger nearly meeting behind your neck. “You like me fucking choking you for the world to see? So everyone can see what a dirty whore you are?”

It wasn’t like you could respond with his hand that tight around your throat. You could do little more than whimper, the vibrations buzzing against the rough calluses on his palm.

“Heh, that’s what I fucking thought.”

The power trip only seemed to be stoking Katsuki’s spirit as he pounded you unabashedly in the window. You were bracing yourself with one forearm but used the other to rest on top of the hand he had just over your sex. You just wanted to urge him just a few more millimeters south. A few blessed moments of contact on your aching clit would tip you over the edge, you were sure. But Katsuki only pushed you forward, trapping your hand and his against the cold glass, condensation framing around your hot touch.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he said, his voice low and so far from apologetic. “I thought it was this cock you were so desperate for? And here I am, already so generous with my hand on your beautiful throat. ‘S that not enough for you or something?”

It wasn’t, and he knew it. His cock hitting your sweet spot and his hand keeping you just on this side of passed out would edge you from now until eternity. It would leave you burning in your core, dripping down your thighs, and desperate to cum until your dying breath. But it would never have you squeezing around him, never falling boneless against his chest. Not if he didn’t touch you.

Just when you were giving up, just when you were able to focus on little more than your head growing light, your vision narrowing on the blades of orange light on the buildings in front of you, Katsuki’s last three fingers came together, threading through your fuzz before they swiped furiously over your clit.

You jerked forward so hard Katsuki lost his grip on your neck, allowing you to cry out full throated as your orgasm took over, crashing into you with more power than you’d felt in months. Air felt like water as you gasped, nonsense falling from your lips as your thighs shook and Katsuki wrapped his now free hand around your waist to keep you upright.

Your raucous orgasm had Katsuki was groaning too, barely leaving your cunt as the last couple thrusts urged his seed out of him, painting your walls before you were done quivering yourself. Your cheek was flat against the glass as Katsuki leaned his forehead against you, breathing heavily once his orgasm had washed over him.

“Shit, how’s a guy not supposed to bust when you do that,” he said, slipping out of you and placing a chaste kiss on your shoulder. “Clamping around me like a fucking vice and screaming like that. If the neighbors didn’t see you, they sure fucking heard you.”

You might have mindlessly apologized, if you weren’t still struggling to get your breath back under you, your own recovery taking much longer than Katsuki’s. You felt him leave your back, your eyes blinking open to see the translucent reflection of him leaving the window as the sun fell behind one of the city’s many skyscrapers.

A moment later, you felt a washcloth between your legs, swiping at the combined cum that was already dribbling down your thigh. The cloth slowly trailed up and you shivered when Katsuki softly swiped it over your too sensitive pussy. Then the washcloth was gone from his hands and he was on your shoulders, gently kneading out the tension there as you lolled your head side to side to stretch.

“God, I needed that,” Katsuki said quietly. “You alright?”

“Yeah, that was amazing,” you replied, your voice raspy but dreamy as you began your slow descent back to Earth.

“Course it was.”

You turned around, raising an unamused eyebrow at Katsuki’s smirk and then walked back over to the corner of the room to pull the blinds back in place. Now that your lust was receding, you had no interest in flashing your tits and wrecked pussy to the neighbors.

“God, I need to take a fucking shower,” Katsuki said as he started dismantling his costume, starting with his mask. He hardly seemed to notice as he took off his neck brace and then his tank that he was giving you the exact same kind of strip tease that you’d given him just a few minutes ago.

“A shower?” you asked coquettishly as you sidled over to the dining table he was placing his costume onto. “Might there be room for two in this shower?”

“No,” Katsuki answered quickly, placing his grenades one by one on his shirt so they wouldn’t roll away. He didn’t so much as glance at you.

“No?”

Katsuki looked serious as he kept his eyes focused on his task, bending down to unstrapping his knee pads. When he stood up straight again, his grin was devilish.

“I think I like it better when you’re frustrated.”

#bakugou smut #bakugo smut #bnha smut #ask ana #not/sfw #katsuki smut #mha smut

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deepestfancloud · 3 years

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The Dare - 12

Author’s note: This is a series.

Warnings: This series contains intense fantasy scenes of hard kinks/ edgeplay, graphic sex, and harsh language. Beware: this is dark, weird, kinky read. The activities depicted therein are dangerous and are not meant to be an example of realistic BDSM.

Kinks/Fetishes within the series: Erotic humiliation, fearplay, painplay, knifeplay, consensual non- concent (CNC), orgasm denial, boot worship, spanking, crying, blowjobs, clowns, group sexual activities, spit, bondage, public play, bloodplay.

* My work is not to be transferred, copied, translated or reposted to any other sites without my permission. Thank you! Xoxo

PART 12 – The Game

I smiled. “I can’t promise no sass. But...I’ll try to be good.”

“Sliding into your old ways so soon?” he chuckled. “It’s been two minutes and now you’ll only try to be good?”

“Being good is hard for a bad girl,” I said. I traced my fingers up his chest, wondering what it would look like without his shirt. “But you know...it may help me be good...if you fucked me.”

His calm expression was rattled by his surprise. I was used to boys falling head over heels for me, scrambling for the opportunity to sleep with me. But as his surprise subsided, Rafe just smiled slowly, as if I’d said something silly. He squeezed my cheeks and gave my face a shake.

“Oh, [Y/N]. I can’t make it that easy for you, now can I? That’s no fun. I like watching you struggle.”

I pouted, wiggling on his lap so I could grind up against him. “Of course it would be fun! Just a quickie-”

“No, angel.” His voice was firm. “Not yet. When I fuck you - if I do - it won’t be some quick fuck on a couch. I’ll make you scream.”

I could usually roll my eyes at boys’ promises of overwhelming sexual prowess, but from Rafe - I believed him. I didn’t dare doubt what he was capable of, and I wanted him even more. The desire was going to drive me crazy. How could I possibly manage to rejoin the party after this and behave normally?

I wasn’t used to not getting what I wanted. My voice became a whine. “Please, Master. Come on.” I moved my hips in a slow, smooth circle, and felt his dick twitch against me. Ha! How could he possibly resist that? But instead of unclasping my bra, Rafe reached around and gripped my hair. The painful tug made me still instantly, hissing at the pain.

“When I say no,” his voice was low, a warning. “It means no. Understand?”

“Yes, Master,” my response was quick. As horny as it had made me, I did not want to get bent over and spanked again.

“You’re going to be patient for me,” he said, holding my head in such a way that I couldn’t look away from his gaze. “You’re going to suffer through that wet pussy of yours and wait. And every time I order you to do something, it’ll feel a little worse. You’ll just have to take it.”

My insides were quivering in anticipation. The very fact that he dared to deny me...the balls on this guy were monstrous. He stood up suddenly, dragging me with him, holding me close against his chest with his hand still tangled in my hair. Looking up at him like that made me quiver, yet somehow, in total disregard for self-preservation, I whimpered, “That’s not fair.”

He tweaked up an eyebrow, and said slowly. “Not fair? Not fair, angel?”

I gulped. Oh, regret, regret, instant regret! “Well...I mean...you...you can’t just…”

“I can’t just what?” His grip on the back of my hair tightened, tugging me down, forcing me back to my knees as he leaned over. “I can do whatever I want, angel. I can make you suffer all night and never give you release. I can spank you again just because I like hearing you scream - and you do sound so pretty when you scream.”

My ass burned as it pressed against my folded legs. I didn’t want another spanking when my skin was already so angry. “I’ll call my safety word then,” I whimpered. I didn’t expect him to find that as funny as he did.

“Your safety word means that this stops, angel. That’s what it’s for. It’s not a way to get what you want, it’s a way to keep you safe.”

But I didn’t want it to stop! I wanted to get off, desperately. I wanted to get him out of his pants and into mine. I squirmed unhappily, “You’re so mean.”

He grinned, and kissed my forehead. “Oh, angel. You have no idea.”

I’d known it would be torture. But god, I wasn’t prepared for just how awful it was to be horny with no hope of relief.

I kept the pout on my face as I followed Rafe around the party. Walking felt so awkward - between my stinging butt and overwhelming arousal, and still without the comfort of panties, I was in constant fear that someone was going to get a peak under my skirt. I’d just had to wear a short skirt to the party, but of course, I hadn’t planned on losing my underwear and my pride that night. Despite my discomfort, I stuck close to Rafe and tried my best to be obedient - at first.

I’d warned him that being a good girl was very, very hard.

I wanted him to feel the same torture I was. How could he stand to wait? It had turned him on to spank me, and I could see that same pleasure on his face every time he gave me an order. But that meant that even more intense than his desire for sex, was his desire to make me suffer, to make me desperate, to keep me denied. That was terrifying.

I did try to be good. But my humiliating tasks kept me wet, and the longer it went on, the more my frustration grew. I began to plot a desperate escape to the bathroom, where I could rub one out quickly and maybe he wouldn’t notice.

It was approaching midnight. Kegs had been brought out, people were getting thrown in the pool and shedding their costumes in the water. Rafe and I were easily the most sober people there, not that anyone seemed to care. Rafe kept spotting people he knew, stopping for conversations, laughing and joking. He seemed to know everyone - even the people that hadn’t gone to our high school. Not only that, but they all seemed to really like him. People’s faces lit up when they saw him, they spoke faster when they answered him. Seeing their enthusiasm actually made me feel proud. I was the one at his side, I was the one getting drinks for his friends.

But I was also the one squirming with horniness, my ass still red and stinging, as I desperately tried to resist the urge to grind up against Rafe’s leg like a dog.

I’d felt proud when I dated JJ - I’d basked in people’s envy, drinking in their jealousy. JJ and I had been each other’s status symbols - although we were pretty shitty ones. It was the only thing I really had to hold onto from high school and that...that was pretty lame.

Unlike Rafe, who apparently had not only friendships but adoration. I always remembered him as being alone, and maybe he was alone before he’d gotten expelled. But that had changed. A lot had changed.

Someone convinced the drunk DJ to play a creepy, haunting track to set the mood, so instead of upbeat dance music the yard was suddenly filled with the slow pull of violin strings and a thumping drum. The cool air had grown absolutely chilly, and I wrapped my arms around myself as Rafe stood talking about computer operating systems and Java-something with a bespectacled couple. Glancing around, hoping to find somewhere close by I could go to warm up, I noticed another group had just arrived to the party.

My heart plummeted into my stomach. Cold dread shot through my veins. Without realizing it, I squished myself tightly against Rafe’s side.

“What’s up?” he said, glancing back in the way I was staring. “What’s wrong-”

“Clowns,” I hissed. “There’s fucking clowns.”

Three men were walking across the yard from the side gate, beers in hand, laughing and shoving one another. They wore matching black jumpsuits, their hair was buzzed short, and all three wore horrible, pasty white face paint. Black shapes had been filled in around their eyes, and their lips had been exaggerated into horrible jagged grins with black paint.

#rafe cameron #rafe outer banks #rafe cameron x reader #outerbanks rafe #rafe cameron x you #rafe x y/n #rafe x you #rafe #drew starkey #drew

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welkinsky · 3 years

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A-Z Headcanon | Rock Lee X Re

@lady-doggo this one’s for you :D

A-Z Headcanons Masterlist

Masterlist

Warning: 18+ Content

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Obviously, you are going to be all drained after doing it, because come one.. Lee. So say no more, your man is already with a glass of water and towels and he honestly is so nice and sweet the entire time.

He might also be crying over the fact that you are HIS! Like wow, you're his! HIS!

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of their partner’s)

All. Of. You.! *But your thighs and your neck*

He loves to keep touching them again and again. You two cuddling? He needs to have one leg over your thigh and his face buried in your neck.

Or you two watching a movie together or just chilling in general, either he will have one hand on your thigh or around your shoulder creasing your neck softly without even noticing it.

C = Cuddling

Cuddling with Lee is more like him making being a pillow for you. He loves when you just lay on him, that way he gets to hug you even tighter or you being the small spoon is another thing he will appreciate.

*But return the favor by being the big spoon sometimes too, the guy loves to nuzzle in your neck remember?*

D = Dirty Secret

When you two weren't dating, he may or may not have seen you changing after a bath but OBVIOUSLY not on purpose. He was just passing by when he thought to visit you since you just came back from a mission. He peeped through the window, but what dirty is that he could take his eyes off you, he tried but he can't. But you know what is even dirtier? You knew all along so you put on a show for him.

E = Experience

You took his virginity. Yes, now don't argue with me. Bye. Read forward.

F = Favourite Position

Either him on top if he is in control but doesn't mind you on top too, he loves it when you take control. That just shows that you are having a good time too.

G = Goofy

He has a bad habit to misunderstand the situation, and when he does that in a very serious situation, you being you, cannot control your giggles. At least you two calm everybody down with this little dynamic of yours, in intense times.

H = Hair

You asked him if you can cut his hair, he is hesitant at first but lets you do it. If he likes the results, be ready for a weekly appointment with him.

I = Intimacy

He is not every intimate with PDA in public because his words are enough. He'll say very embarrassing and intimate stuff with a straight face in front of everyone as if it is nothing but just absolutely obvious. You literally turn into a tomato and he's like "What? I WILL marry you." Yeah, that sorta stuff, straight up.

And is very intimate physically when you two are together alone. Expect hugs, kisses, especially neck kisses out of nowhere.

J = Jack Off

No, he thinks that it is almost like cheating until you clarify that it is okay. It mainly consisted of you laughing at him and him being all fake angry and really embarrassed but still smiling watching you laugh.

But still won't do it that often.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He doesn't have that many but would love to tie you up sometimes when he is REALLY feeling himself.

L = Location (Favourite places to do they do)

He likes doing it at home. But if you have any other ideas, he is shy but open to it *secretly wants to do it to*prefers

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Watching you in general? You doing anything? He admires you a lot okay? Also, we cannot deny the fact that you are good at combat too so whenever you beat the shit out of someone, expect it coming that night. Or as soon as you two get alone together.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Lee won’t do anything that you aren’t okay with. You’re his world and he can’t imagine hurting you or making you uncomfortable.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Lee abso-fucking-lutely loves eating you out. He’s actually really good at it. He had a huge performance pressure but once you guided him, he's a pro now. Lee is a fast learner and it didn’t take him long to figure out what makes you fall apart.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He usually is a slow and sensual type of person but he is one moment away from beating that vibrator of yours if you say "faster" even once while doing it. Whatever YOU want remember?

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

So remember he gets turned on by watching you being a badass? Bro you ARE going to get a quickie that very day in a bathroom stall.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He is not big on taking risks, but if you want it, he'll do it. Very cautious the entire time though.

S = Stamina

Come one, we're talking about Lee here. Lee can go for as long as you want with no break.

T = Toy

Lee doesn’t own any. Lee generally prefers to use his own hands instead. But sometimes like to use a vibrator on you and then take you on once you are all ready.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He tried but always melted under your pleas. But you can TOTALLY do it back to him. He will fall for it easily.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He is kinda loud. But if it is a risky place he's going to bury his face in the nape of your neck to avoid it but mostly to make sure that only you listen to them and you know what you're doing to him.

W = Wild Card (Just a random headcanon because I cannot think of anything starting with W)

He loves it when you cook for him. He's having a bad day? Cook him a gooood meal. He's going to pull you to his lap and feed you too while he rests his head on your shoulder. Run your hands through his hair, please. This way he feels acknowledged that you KNOW how hard he works. Sure he gets praises for him being the best at Taijutsu but he needs motivation and acknowledgment through the process too.

X = X-Ray

He is not a "buffed" buffed kind of guy but sure is full of muscles. Come on, he probably does like 1000000 pushups a day.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Not that much actually, he's more of an if you're down then I'm down kind of guy.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He makes sure that you are comfortable and once that is done. Goodnight world. He is KNOCKED OUT! Will try to stay up if you are in a chatty mood but since you know he already works too much the entire day, you let him sleep.

#rock lee #lee #rock lee headcanons #rock lee imagine #rock lee fanfiction #rock lee x reader #rock lee smut #naruto #naruto shippuden #a-z with sky

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seraphdreams · 3 years

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Short Skirt

warnings : hard dom iwa, fem! reader, quickie, reader being a slut, degradation, housewife-ish antics, a tiny bit of voyeurism, breath play, unprotected sex

wc- 1.6k

iwaizumi hajime

It was a chill day, just you and Hajime sitting on the couch, relishing in the afternoon sun peering through the large window of the living room. You sat comfortably in his arms watching the colorful waves of the awfully boring TV. He seemed so focused on the images coming from his phone screen. A sudden idea popped into your mischievous little head.

“Hajime, let’s invite the boys.” You suggest giddily. He looked over from his phone and gazed into your eyes, deep. “Why?” You narrowed your eyes in annoyance, did he really have to be asking questions right now? “I just think they’re entertaining, that’s all” you reply back. His gazed turned from you to his phone, pulling up the contact information for Oikawa. You tried to hide the joyful smile that crept onto your lips. “Hajime, i’m going to change real quick” You announced. Playfully skipping to the shared bedroom, you looked in your drawer.

You wore the outfit you knew was going to land you in big trouble with Iwa. His aggression seemed to spur you on. All the times he would choke you until you felt as there’s no more breath left in your body, slap your pretty ass so hard that it left red marks, and pull your hair so forcefully. That was what you loved about him, the littlest things made him upset. He wasn’t necessarily a hot head but more so overprotective, wanting to prove to anyone that you were his. And his only.

After you got all dressed, you stepped into the kitchen. “Maybe i should make snacks?” You said as you opened the fridge. “Sure, if that’s fine with you” Iwaizumi replied. You grabbed fruits and cheeses from the refrigerator and organized them in a fetching way on a tray. Honestly, this all felt like being a housewife, you didn’t mind though. It would all be worth it in a while. You heard a playful knock at the door. Walking away from the kitchen and cleaning off your hands, you opened the door.

Three tall men towered over you, making you fold in on yourself. “What’s up, Y/N” Matsukawa exclaimed, raising a thick brow. “Don’t stare too long” Oikawa said, gleeful glint in his eye. His comeback seemed to have caused Hanamaki to chuckle. You stepped back to allow the men inside. They found their way to the living room with Iwaizumi, being as loud as ever. His friends were always so lively. Thats why they were your friends as well. As they settled down and finally sat down, you decided to make your first attempt at getting Hajime riled up.

You went to the kitchen and grabbed the tray of food, happily walking into the now crowded living room. “Here ya go” A cheerful hum in your voice. You bent down to set it on the coffee table, skirt ruffling up slightly, aware of the many sets of eyes staring at your exposed thighs and panties barely covering your cunt. Iwaizumi took notice of your revealing outfit, and the blushes that dusted over the mens’ faces. Anger started to pump through his veins. Out of all the times to act like a slut, you chose this time? He ignored your plea for attention, shrugging it off as an accident. Maybe.

“Thank you so much” Oikawa gleamed, dragging out the the last word. You were such an attention seeker. All eyes (and hands) had to be on you. Mattsun shoots iwaizumi a concerning look, Hajime crossing his arms in response. There seemed to be no room left on the couch, so you tried to squeeze right in between Iwaizumi and Makki.

As about 30 minutes went by, you decided it was time for yet, another attempt. You get up from the sandwiched spot you were in and ventured to the kitchen once again. “Are any of you thirsty?” You asked. All four brunettes with their eyes on you. Hajime cleared his throat, “Well i’m fi-“

“i could go for some water” Oikawa cut in, winking at you. Mattsun and Makki agreeing. This caused your boyfriend to outright ignore you. You grabbed a pitcher and filled it with water. “Do you need help?” Makki interjects. “No, no i’m fine. Thanks for asking” you politely respond. You set four glasses down on the coffee table in front of them, going back to grab the pitcher afterwards. You looked so sexy, running around in your thigh highs, crop top and short, short skirt.

You poured the water into the glasses, cleavage displayed like a rack with a sign that said “fuck me”. Once again, all eyes were on you. Iwa knew this wasn’t an accident this time. His heart filled with rage. He growled to himself. You sat the pitcher into the sink, happy with the damage you’ve done. He quickly got up from his seat aggressively charging to the kitchen, the men watching in shock. He gripped your arm tightly, causing you to jolt back.

“Come. Here.” Iwaizumi grunts, pulling you forcefully into an empty hallway. Finally, what you wanted had happened. The adrenaline pumping through your veins like a drug. He pushed you into the wall, face meeting the cold exterior. Your arms were pinned up above you by his large calloused hands. “what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he scolds, leaning into your ear. You could feel your panties dampen at his allure. Before you could answer, he slips two fingers into your mouth. You suck on them, obeying him. He lifts your wrinkled skirt up and pulls down your panties, rubbing the wet slit covered in your slick. “this is what you wanted huh, slut?”. Your legs weaken, his degradation turning you on. “fuck, you’re so wet. you always wanted this didn’t you?”. You moan, nodding your head.

He pushes down on your back, making your ass poke out in the air. He unbuckled his belt and untucked his cock from his jeans. His cock was so thick and long, with veins running along the underside. The tip was flushed an angry red and leaking with pre-cum. Iwaizumi aligned his length with your slit, teasing himself in and out. “please” you moan wantonly. Your cunt was basically clenching around nothing. Iwaizumi was not one to give you what you want so easily, no. He wanted you to beg, he wanted you to be the loud slut you were. Let everyone in the house know that you were about to get pounded. “Beg, whore” He demands. You swallowed the saliva that was settling in your throat. “Please Hajime, please fuck me”. He pumps his cock a few times before slipping it inside you.

The stretch burned, tears prickled in your eyes. He was fucking into you with vigor, no remorse for the loud sound of skin slapping. Every thrust into your cervix caused you to wince in pain and pleasure. It was pure bliss, him grunting at every push in. He kept hitting that white hot spot that made you cry out his name. Dragging his cock along your tight gummy walls, he groans at the feeling. “You like it sloppy, huh” He teases, now growing faster in pace. You bite your lip hard, clenching down on him. “Fuck” he curses. A large hand grips the back of your neck, tightly.

“Skimpy sluts don’t get to breathe” Iwaizumi grunts, still slamming into you at a horridly fast pace. You tried to call out his name, but under his force, it sounded like nothing but gibberish. Tears rolled down your face and your tongue was out past your lips. It felt too good, almost like you were paralyzed under his hold. You reached your shaky hand down to play with your clit, trying not to mewl at the feeling. “Haji-please” you beg, not certain what you’re begging for. He ignores your pleas and continues to chase his own high. “fuck i’m about to cum” He groans. He loosens his grip from your neck and pulls your hair. Feeling totally fucked out, you let your body lax. The feeling of him railing you on his cock was too much for your cunt to handle, drooling all over your thighs. “i-i’m close” You cry. Iwaizumi slows down in response and let’s go of your hair. He hit that sweet spot over and over until you couldn’t take it anymore. Your legs went weak as you trembled and creamed all over his cock, him cursing at the sensation.

A few more seconds of overstimulation is what you had to endure in order to please Hajime. He digs his nails into the soft fat of your ass as he sinks in balls deep. A deep groan left his mouth, “cumming”. You panted against the wall for a few moments, trying to regain your consciousness. He got pulled tucked in his cock and buckled up. He scoffed at your pathetic form, hunched over and sweating. “C’mon babe, go show my friends how much of a whore you are with my cum dripping down your leg” Iwaizumi mocks. You both headed back to the living room

“Sorry, we had to take care of a few things” Iwaizumi explains. You were barely able to stand up, let alone walk, without wobbling over. The men groan at your presence, noticing the lewd white liquid running down the back of your leg.

“Iwa-chan, seems like you had fun without us” Oikawa glints, Iwaizumi shooting him a daring look. “Yeah, don’t have all the fun without us now, Iwa.” Mattsun declared. A teasing smile crept onto Iwa’s face. You were in a lot more trouble now.

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ourloveisforthelovely · 3 years

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Protector (one-shot)

Harry Potter Marauders Era

Request: hey! can i request a regulus x reader, something like fluff but with a little smut with a overprotective regulus? thank you!

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader

Warning: smut

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You walked into the great hall holding your bandaged hand under your robe. Looking around, you smiled seeing the familiar head of curly black hair that you were looking for. You had been rehearsing a rather amusing story about how a first-year accidentally dropped a huge book on your hand due to panicking over a spider. It really wasn’t a story, it happened but that wouldn’t be enough for Regulus. He would be ready to after the poor kid’s blood. Maybe it was time to use your super Hufflepuff powers to your advantage?

Sitting down, you decided to keep your hand hidden as long as possible. Maybe you could keep Regulus’ attention elsewhere? He gave you a faint smile when you pressed a kiss to his cheek. A year into the relationship and the two of you still smiled and blushed at any opportunity for a kiss or cuddle. You should have been given a ribbon or trophy for melting the ice block that Regulus was in the beginning. Now you had him somewhat softer. Sure, to others he was still a cold Slytherin but you had definitely had success in turning him into the perfect lover...for you.

“Where have you been?”

He asked, calmly before closing his potions book and turning to face you. You moved to lay your head on his shoulder. In this position, Regulus wouldn’t be paying much attention to your hands anyway.

“I got held up in herbology. I was helping Professor Sprout with some first years.”

Regulus rolled his eyes. He never understood why you loved herbology so much. It had to be a Hufflepuff thing.

“We have some time between our next class. Are you feeling in much of a giving mood?”

He asked with a play smirk. You eagerly nodded. There weren't many times that you would turn Regulus down for a quick roll in his bed.

My hand…

You winced immediately. It was probably best that you went ahead and got things “over with.” The quicker that you told Regulus about the “accident” the quicker he could rage then calm down.

Not many people had seen Regulus Black truly angry. Compared to his brother, Regulus was uncommonly calm and it took a lot to push him over the edge. He used this particular gift to his advantage. Any adversary that came his way would often be so uncomfortable with Regulus’ calm icy composure that Regulus usually won his way.

You were the one subject that would set Regulus into a rage. No one, no matter what house that they were in, messed with Regulus Black’s princess and if they decided to. Things didn’t work out so well for them.

“Regulus before we go to the room of requirement, I need to show you something.”

You held up your bandaged hand. Regulus immediately frowned as he reached out and took your injured hand in his.

“Love, what happened?”

You shrugged as he stroked his hand over the bruise. Regulus took out his wand and healed the bruise before pressing a soft kiss to your now perfect skin.

“A first-year accidentally dropped a huge book on it.”

Regulus immediately looked annoyed as he started looking around the great hall for a nervous-looking first year. He was about to rearrange some little creep’s face.

“Reggie, no. I want you. We have just enough time for a quickie.”

Regulus grumbled something under his breath as his eyes landed on a little boy from Ravenclaw who was looking at him with a petrified expression on his face.

“Something says that’s the kid?”

You smiled at the little boy named Connor that looked like he was ready to piss himself.

“Regulus, leave him alone. You glaring at him has the boy kid scared to death. Look at him, he's over there trembling. Isn't that enough?"

Regulus rolled up his sleeves and was on his feet before you could say anything. You raced after him as he picked up Conner to knock the kid’s skull in.

“Regulus, please. You’re being a bit overprotective, don’t you think?”

“The stupid twat needs to be more careful.”

Regulus snapped.

“Sheesh Reg, don't kill the kid.”

Regulus dropped the poor kid to the ground hearing Sirius’ voice. Both Regulus and yourself turned to face Sirius, James, and Remus who had been watching the whole thing with amused smiles. It wasn’t every day that they saw Regulus Black go on some kind of vendetta on some poor innocent soul.

“Butt out, twat.”

Regulus snapped at his brother. Sirius faked an expression on mock-hurt.

“You called me a twat! How hurtful.”

Sirius fake cried and laid his head on James’ shoulder. You gave the Marauders a small smile. While Regulus didn’t get along well with his brother and found his friends to be an annoyance; you had always gotten along with them just fine.

“Hi, guys. Sorry, but we have something to do. Come on, Regulus.”

You said wrapping your hand through his.

“I swear, of all the idiots that I could have gotten for a brother and I get that idiot.”

Regulus grumbled as you walked into the room of requirement. You waited until the door was closed before standing on your tiptoes to press a kiss to Regulus’ chin.

“Now that’s enough. Be a good boy and let me love on you.”

When he didn’t immediately respond, you let your hand fall down to the front of his trousers to wrap your hand around his length. Regulus groaned as you went between palming and gently squeezing. It only took a few moments of touch for his cock to harden.

“Love...we may not have enough time now.”

Regulus commented, looking down at his watch. You rolled your eyes.

“If you wouldn't have gone into overprotective boyfriend mode then we wouldn’t have had to worry about it. Now, we are going to have a little fun and be late for class. So what if I have your come going down my thighs or in my underwear. It wouldn’t be the first time.”

Regulus smirked.

“Well, it wouldn’t be the first time.”

Pressing your breasts against his chest, you didn’t have to wait long for Regulus to finally kiss you back.

“Maybe we should undress?”

Regulus suggested. As much as he loved any excuse to have his mouth on yours, he didn’t want to be too late for the next class. He already knew that Professor Slughorn would be confused when his two best students came sneaking in looking totally disheveled (or he would just let it slide as usual).

The two of you quickly undressed. You wrapped your hands around Regulus’ wrists and pulled him back toward the bed.

“We could just skip class altogether.”

You suggested before laying down and spreading your legs. Regulus looked thoughtful for a moment before coming up with the perfect excuse.

“Migraines are a bitch.”

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imaginethathaikyuu · 4 years

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kinktober - day eleven

aone takanobu - touch starved

kinktober faq kinktober prompt list

NSFW warning featuring: a quickie, hand job, v soft intimacy, one sided pleasure, aone is touch starved and You Can Tell other tags: established relationship, shy aone, meet cute (at a gym)

(sorry this is out late! i got behind because i took a trip out of town, and because of work. i’ll get back on track some time this week!)

word count: 1490

You don’t think you’ll ever love someone as much as you love Aone Takanobu.

And you never expected to feel that way. At first, he was just a cute guy who went to your gym. When you met him, he was an iron wall. You heard him speak maybe three sentences in a month; it seemed impossible to get through his tough shell.

You were up for the challenge, though. For some reason, he seemed like someone worth getting to know.

He always seemed to be close by, just by coincidence rather than on purpose, and after months of friendly - very one sided - small talk, you took your chance on getting closer to the man of mystery.

“Do you want to get coffee?”

He looked down at you and you watched him bend his knees, just a bit, as if he was too tall to hear what you said. You thought that was probably a habit of his.

“Hm?”

“Coffee?” you repeated. “Do you want to get coffee with me sometime?”

His wide eyes, as well as his silence, was telling. He wasn’t expecting you to ask him that.

“Uh… me?”

You laughed, “Yes, you. Who else?”

He took a moment to look behind him, making sure there was no one there who you were actually talking to, and then chuckled at himself. “I like coffee.”

That was Aone’s way of saying yes - he had a way with words, which was something you learned on that very date with him.

It was a few months ago now, and you had been stuck to him ever since. And still, you were working on breaking down all of his walls, even as your relationship became established and romantic.

Thinking back, though, it made you wonder, “Hey… you still awake?”

“Mhm.”

You reached a hand out and traced lines down his back with the tips of your fingers. “Remember when I asked you to have coffee with me a few months ago?”

“Yeah.”

“Does that count as our first date?”

He hesitated to reply, and you giggled at his silence.

“..Yes.”

“Okay,” you replied, pulling your hand back. “Just wondering.”

He turned his head back to look at you, “Why did you stop?”

“You want me to keep going?”

“It’s fine,” he replied, but you knew he was pouting.

“I’ll scratch your back, babe,” you said, scooting closer to him, “you don’t even have to ask.”

He was quiet again, something that kept you giggling, and even though he wouldn’t ask for it, you knew he wanted your touch.

He was like this more often than he wasn’t. It took him a bit to warm up, even now, because he wasn’t used to being with another person. Intimacy seemed to scare him, but you quickly learned that he craved it more than anything.

You draped your arm over him, pressing your chest against his bare back. “Long day?”

“Yeah,” he said with a sigh. “Long day.”

“I’m sorry,” you replied. You started pressing kisses on the back of his neck.

He found your hand in the mess of the sheets and held it with his much bigger one. “But I’m glad I have you.”

You smiled against his skin, your heart swelling with pride. “I know.” His appreciation was obvious in the way he brought you breakfast every morning; how he kisses your forehead when he thinks you’re sleeping; when he makes sure you’re taken care of even if he isn’t taking care of himself. You only hoped that he felt how much you care about him. “I’m glad I have you, Takanobu.”

“You mean that?”

The soft vulnerability he spoke with reminded you, once again, how rare it was for anyone to see this side of the man next to you. You were lucky that he chose you to share these moments with.

“Look at me,” you mumbled, and quickly, he rolled over to face you.

You kissed his lips gently, softly, sweetly enough to show him everything you wanted him to know. And that was all either of you needed.

One thing you quickly learned about Aone was that one kiss was never enough. Neither was two or three or ten - he needed as many as you could give him.

He would moan the second your tongue touched his, without even meaning to - he would pull back with a blush on his cheeks and maybe even attempt to apologize, but you would quiet him with a deeper kiss.

It was like clockwork; it was the same every time. Aone was insecure of his vulnerability in moments like those, but you were good at quelling his fears.

You would make the first move, and he would wonder how you always knew exactly what he needed.

“Let’s just keep it simple tonight,” you said, and you let your lips trail along his neck as you pushed him to lie back. “Just wanna take care of you, babe.”

There was one spot that was your favorite to focus your lips on, and it was right above his collarbone in the junction of his neck and shoulder. It made him melt - he would totally submit to you in any way you wanted him to, so long as you kept kissing him there.

And you thought it was cute - you never took advantage of it too much.

You let you let your hand glide down his chest, moving low but not low enough for him, and you were testing to see if he’d ask for it this time. Aone rarely asked you for anything, especially for anything sexual - he was much too shy and scared of forcing you into anything, even after months of knowing you.

You smiled against his skin and asked knowingly, “Want me to touch you?” and he gave you a hum and a nod in response.

So, you did; you continued to kiss his neck as you pulled his shorts down, just low enough to reveal him, and you touched him where he needed you to.

You knew how he liked it - steady, focused, long strokes; only a little teasing, just enough to surprise him. You spit on your hand to act as lube, and then you did as he liked.

His head fell back onto the pillow as he watched your hand, so small in comparison to his girth, jerk him off. He couldn’t help thrusting into it, he couldn’t hold in his moans every time your thumb teased the tip, he couldn’t stop watching the view you were giving him.

It was simple - you were only giving him a hand job - but it felt like so much more. It felt like everything Aone needed. The sight alone of you touching him was enough - the feeling of it was almost too much.

He wouldn’t last long, and he rarely did in times like those. Some nights he could last hours if you needed him to, but right then you didn’t; neither of you needed this to last the night. This was only a moment, this was only a fraction of the intimacy you’d shared together, and neither of you would care that this lasted briefly.

Especially not on a night when the only thing Aone needed was to cum for you; this was about him, you made sure of that.

He would cum whenever he wanted to, making a mess on your hand and himself, whispering your name because he just couldn’t help it, fucking into your grip harder than he had the entire time. And you would kiss him through it, on his neck and cheek and lips, as if to show him you were still there.

“You’re so cute,” you told him as he caught his breath, and you meant it. He was the cutest thing you’d ever seen. “Let me clean you up.”

It didn’t take much time or too many tissues for his mess to be taken care of, and you made sure to pull his shorts back into place when you were finished. And immediately, he rolled over onto his stomach, ready for you to slide in next to him.

“Ready for bed?” you asked him with a quiet laugh.

He shook his head. “Don’t you want me to…?”

“No, it’s okay, honey,” you told him as you crawled into bed, letting him pull you close. “I don’t want to tonight - maybe in the morning.”

“Are you sure?”

“I wanna sleep,” you said. You kissed his nose and watched his face melt into a relaxed expression, and it was one of your favorite things to see. “We have plenty of time. I don’t need it tonight - it was about you this time.”

“Okay,” he replied, though reluctantly, and he held you even tighter as he let himself start to fall asleep.

He was more comfortable with you than he ever had been with anyone else. He knew that, and so did you. He made it obvious. But he had to tell you, just one more time before morning came, “I’m really glad I have you.”

tune in tomorrow for kinktober day 12: reunited

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