#this is why u don't lift babies right over ur head
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OKAY. OKAY HEAR ME OUT. Hybrid (member of ur choice) trying to be top but then u accidentally brushed against their ears/tail.. they freeze and suddenly whimpering from it because you just touched their sensitive parts ???!! and boom they just submit to you LOLOL and probably hybrid reader whose tail cant stop wagging at their cute little hybrid being submissive ~
- ur loyal follower
warnings: bunny hybrid!soobin, fox hybrid!reader, sub!soobin on top, softdom!reader, overstim, pet names, titty sucking, size kink (?), breeding kink, insecure soob + praise kink, established relationship, dry humping, possessive soobin? lol this is kinda angsty i have no idea why... also very much not proofread my apologies 😵
a/n: i'm overthinking this hybrid stuff ..what is the lore?? do hybrids have places to live??? or are they just in the wild???? lol it took too long to figure the setting out
soobin who just wants to fuck you right--days of preparing by fisting his cock, back against a nearby tree where no one could see him, biting down on his plush lips, as he thinks of getting on top of you and hearing you moan. he wants to take care of you, make you think hes better than all your previous partners.
people have been whispering about the oddness of your relationship. hybrids rarely mated with hybrids outside of their species let alone the general animal family.
and the fact that soobin was one of the lowest classes of the kingdom--a bunny, a prey-- heated up a lot of off-handed comments hurled towards him.
the most insulting being that he can't possibly make you finish. that he's a baby who can't please his girl--the bunny who probably cums in his pants from slight teasing.
the thing is, both of you haven't reached that stage anyway. so the rumors were groundless--that's the excuse that served to calm soobin for a few weeks.
though, that didn't seem to be satisfying anymore as he tossed and turned, wondering if you felt the same as everyone else--that he can never satisfy you. so, that led him to decide he had to take matters in his own hands.
you were both comfortable on your couch, watching a movie, all lights turned off. you whine a little when he pulls away from your hold, the warmth gone. "where are you going?" you pout, your eyes following him as he gets off the couch.
he gives you a smile, his dimples still so visible to you even in the dimness of the room. "i'm coming back, just a second."
after a few minutes, you admittedly forget about soobin, his elongated absence not fazing as you find yourself a little too immersed in the movie playing.
finally, your focus lifts from the screen, noticing soobin standing by the couch, staring at you. you tap next to you signalling him to come over, then tune in to the movie again.
but he doesn't budge, still standing, so you look over at him again, a confused smile on your face as your brows crease.
"what's up bunny?"
the pet name seems to snap soobin out of his daze, the feeling of insecurity washing over him again as he bites the insides of his cheek. "don't...i don't want you calling me that."
your brows raise, a little confused at his request and the change of atmosphere. before you could say anything, soobin is on the couch, his knees sinking into the leather, and big hands cupping your cheeks.
for a second, you stare into his eyes, your lips parted ever so slightly. but your thoughts don't come to finish until his lips crash onto yours, first soft then quickly turning filthy, spit hungrily exchanged, as he guides you to a change of position--your head on the armtrest, laid on the couch as his body hovered over yours--pulling away to quickly latch his wet lips onto the flesh of your neck.
you don't know where this was coming from until he continues to talk. "i'm not your little bunny," he grunts against your neck that he so desperately is sucking on, breathy moans escaping your lips, eyes closed, as your hands tangled themselves on his pretty hair. "i can be big and strong like yeonjun."
you furrow your brows, disrupting the pleasure you're feeling as your eyes hesitantly open. why did he suddenly mention your ex? you're not an idiot, you know soobin's been effected by the response to your relationship; you've been trying to reassure him by taking things slow, making him know that he was wanted, that you liked him.
you pull his head away gently, trying to put an end to his marking, but his lips chase your neck needily, so desperate to make you feel good. "no, bunny--soobin, stop." you correct yourself. he obeys, though his fringe covered his eyes a little, you can still see the way they were like big orbs, puppy-like -- being paired with the way his bottom lip pushed upward, a pout formed on his lips, it made your heart swell a little.
but you have to talk to him. "soobin, what's wrong? tell me." you caress his cheek a little hoping he'd give in...and for a second, he leans into it before he shakes his head like hes fighting against himself. "jus' wanna make you feel good..."
he cuts you off--your once opened mouth meaning to say something is closed once he buries his head in the crook of your neck again, his hot breath fanning against it, clothed growing bulge grinding between your legs, increasingly getting needier and needier.
you sigh, letting him have his way--you'd normally never let this happen, but you had a soft spot for bunny soobin, with his cute pink lips, blue hair, fluff ball of a tail, who wouldn't?
"let me make you feel good?" it comes out as a pleading question, even if it's soft and quiet, barely a whisper--you notice it and nod.
fortunately for soobin, your shorts are skimpy, easily pulled down as he tries to get access to your pussy, which were uncomfortably sticking to your wet underwear, result of all the dry humping.
you see a slight smile make way on his lips when he examines the wet spot on your panties.
"come on, unbuckle your pants big boy." you tease with a pout, your hand pulling on the hem of his jeans-- his poor dick being restricted by the tightness.
he looks up at you, out of his daze, a big smile as he quickly fumbles to unbutton his jeans, and pulling them down. now it was his boxers, big dick rubbing against your pussy as he leans in to sloppily kiss you, you making sure to moan against his lips to soar his confidence a little more. soobin on the other hand, was suppressing his moans, making them come out as grunts instead. you don't seem to notice.
your hands instintively go over to reach for his fluffy ears, so soft against your touch, so addictive to rub gently up and down--but this causes soobin to pull away slightly from your lips, his breathing heavy.
you breathe out his name hesitantly, "soobin?"
he doesn't respond, instead, a sudden movement of his hip makes you gasp, his head buried in between your chest. "t-touch me again" he manages to blabble between the fabric, drool already staining your shirt.
you're confused, mind a little hazed with the way your pussy was pulsating, so desperate for his bunny cock inside you.
he manages to pull your shirt over your tits, behavior so closely resembled to a rabid dog, so hungry and frantic, not missing a second to grab your breasts and attach his bunny teeth on your nipples, nibbling and pulling.
you moan, the pleasurable pain making you reach his tail like a sort of stress ball, but that makes him whine, his hips snapping into you until he gets more frantic against your clothed pussy, his length pressed against your slit.
"shit soobin--take off your boxers!" that halts his movement, face previously buried in the softness of your breasts--that were now covered in spit--slowly raising to look at you, face red and a pout on his glistening pink lips.
you feel a warmth between your thighs, and you realize he just came. he also knows because after a few beats of silence, his lips quiver, tears forming in his eyes.
you pout, hand on his face prepared to wipe away any pretty tears of his to stain his cheeks, trying to comfort your bunny. but his tears come like a waterfall anyway when he tries to talk between his hiccups, "i-i'm just...i'm just a dumb bunny...i can't make you feel good a-and i cum before having my dick inside you, a-and--"
you catch his lips with yours, putting an end to his incoherent ramble, then pull away momentarily before it got too heated. "baby...listen to me, alright? we can try again."
he looks up at you with those big orbs quietly asking if you'd let him, and you nod, fingers still gently gliding under his eyes.
to not much of your surprise, soobin is down on your breast again, swirling his tongue around your abused nipples, sucking like he was a baby that needed its nutrients. it's a little endearing, looking down at the back of his head as he moans against your tits--he was getting off from sucking.
you know because you feel pressure on the side of your thigh--he got hard. you don't want him to feel embarrassed again, so you do your job of pulling down his boxers, which is a hard task as his body is pressed against you--but you manage to get his fat cock flinging out eventually.
you feel it pressed against your wet slit until suddenly, before you could remind him to go in, his tip finds a way to enter by having pulling your underwear to the side revealing access to your cunt.
his mouth pulls away from your nipples, head back when he feels the warmth of your pussy just on his tip, it was a lot better than having his hand wrapped around his dick is the only thing on his mind.
chasing your warmth, soobin wastes no time to push in his entire cock, so big it almost suffocates you with the way it fills you up, your breath hitched in your throat.
it stays in there with no movement, soobin just staring at you. you think he's about to cry until he says, his voice broken and hoarse "m-mommy, touch my ears..."
you don't question his request, your hands reaching on his floppy ears, rubbing circles.
that seems to get soobin in action, his hips suddenly moving, cock hitting far into you, places you're not sure any hybrid found their way to. you bite down on your lips, using his ears as a stress toy, pressing down on the sensitive body part.
his thrusts become frantic, as his lips part, drool running down. his mind was a haze, so cloudy he can't think straight. "am i making you feel good? am i making you feel good? is bunny a good boy?" he questions, but it comes as an insecure hurd of questions, breath unsteady as he searches for your approval.
you found it adorable, pulling him down by wrapping your arms around his nape, catching him in a sloppy kiss. he melts into it, dick still roughly thrusting with no sort of rhythm, so erratic into you like a bunny in heat.
when he pulls away, unfortunately, tears come down his cheeks again, as he hiccups, contrast to how he was wrecking your poor pussy. you think something upset him again but that isn't the case.
"wanna breed you." it's a soft wish, a naive one -- bunnies can't breed foxes, it's physically impossible, but you nod anyway, giving him some hope.
"breed me bunny."
those words seems to get to soobin, his hips stuttering, feeling his fat cock twitch inside you as strained moans come from the bunny. "'m cumming, 'm cumming!" he cries out. you couldn't help it, you bit your lips at the erotic sight above your head, ears twitching at the way he was fcked dumb, only thinking with his dick.
the warm spurts of his bucket of semen in you elicit an unexpected orgasm, making you both cum in unison. after his orgasm, soobin's body falls on you, boneless and exhausted. even as it suffocates you ever so slightly, his large body encasing yours, you let him lay there, his cheeks in contact with your breasts, playing with his hair, sighing.
he doesn't seem to want to pull out, dick still firmly buried inside your cunt. "bunny...tell me what you're thinking."
"i just made you finish," his tone is cheeky but you're not having it. "soobin, i'll make you pull out if you don't tell me whats been bothering you."
that makes him panic, almost immediately sputtering out his thoughts. "i just thought...i just thought you would think that your other big and strong, powerful exes are better than me and--and maybe they are--"
"bunny no," you signal him to pull his head up to look at you, your hands cupping his cheeks, "you're the one i chose, i'm choosing. you don't have to be big and strong, you are, but you don't have to be. you make me happy soobin."
"really?" it breaks your heart how his voice is so unsteady and uneasy, full of so much doubt you want to kiss away.
you smile instead, "who has his dick buried in me right now?"
you see a hint of pink rush to his cheeks before he cutely goes to bury his face in your breasts again, whining against it. "stop it..."
your hand play with his hair, the tv still playing the movie.
the entire night, soobin does end up laying on top of you, a little on the side to give you more access to breathing, but this was his safe haven, laying on top of your plush breasts, his dick comfortably inside you. sometimes, he'd move his dick, slowly as to not wake you up, but then he loses control, thrusting into you, breathy moans filling the room as he lewdly watches your breasts bounce--then he cums inside you again, filling you to the brim.
he'll breed you, he'll find a way. he'll make you his--only his.
#txt smut#txt x reader#soobin smut#txt hard hours#sub!txt#sub!soobin#soobin hard hours#🌷. rana thoughts
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saw you're open for requests. soft, playful sex with afab reader and kuroo please 🥺
all you need to do is ask - kuroo tetsuro
summary: soft giggly morning sex with kuroo, ur riding him and he's just so cute and happy because you look so pretty on top of him and he keeps smiling into the kisses which makes u giggle and love him even more :(( ends up with them showering together and loving be close together
tags: petnames princess, pretty, fem!reader, afab, riding, i'd like to believe that kuroo is a switch and would love you on top of him, kuroo is love struck, creampie i think?, anyway
notes: kuroo brainrot and i am SO SO sorry this took too long, on this random ass friday night i suddenly got motivation to write so here ya go
wc: 1.2k
"you know, it's rude to stare."
kuroo faintly rolls his eyes as if he didn't hear you at all. even still, it wasn't his fault that his eyes were locked on you. "you're saying that as if didn't catch you staring at me earlier." you scoffed right in front of him ignoring his stupidly attractive smirk on his face. "you expect me not to stare when you come walking into the room with only a towel around your waist?" and with the small look on his face, you knew he knew exactly what he was doing earlier. "i actually don't know what you're talking about." this time, you rolled your eyes at him before shifting positions in bed.
"good morning to you too, princess." kuroo chuckled before scooting closer to you. his nose is hidden in between your collarbone and neck, softly pressing kisses onto the exposed skin there. you only hum before silence takes over the room. the small glimpse of sun peeks through the blinds and touches your skin, gracing kuroo with the most beautiful sight in front of him. his lips nibble at your earlobe before venturing down your neck, leaving love bites in the color of red. you only mumble out his name in a soft voice before flipping over to see love and lust filling in his eyes. "yes, my pretty?" and kuroo thinks right then and there that he has you right where he wants you to be. his lovestruck smile is soon to be replaced with a cocky smirk. one that has you scorning at him. but he's pretty, he's so attractive like this. the way his jet black hair is laying on his head, ruffled yet brings out his stupidly pretty smile and his eyes that are overflowing with love for you yet looks like he could devour you any moment then. you almost want to compliment him, tell him that he's attractive laying there like that but with that smirk you don't want to boost his ego. "if you're going to kiss me, do it properly." you say as if you haven't secretly given into your desires.
"if you want me, all you just need to do is ask but okay." you wanted to hit him but kuroo caught your wrist and placed it onto his head so your fingers could run through his hair. he let out a small chuckle before placing his lips onto yours. it started off with a small kiss, lips gently laying against yours before kuroo lifted his hand and laid it against your face, intensifying the kiss. small gasps of air and the light sound of lips crashing against each other filled the silence in the room and all kuroo could do was let out a small laugh.
"why are you laughing?" kuroo only remained silent as his hands gripped your waist to flip you over on top of him. "you're cute." as if it was on cue, you smirked lightly letting out a confident "i know", before grinding your hips against his. kuroo laid there lovestruck, his eyes never leaving your body, his hands gripped your waist guiding the pace you went. small whimpers left his mouth, biting down on his cheek so as to not let you know how much power you have over him. yet, you knew very well. the towel did nothing to hide his painful erection underneath it. his cock was aching for your touch, your mouth, your pussy, just anything, anything he can get from you at this moment. "baby, i." he cut off to let out a groan of pleasure, "if you want me, all you just need to do is ask." you mocked kuroo from earlier, yet as soon as he looked at you with those eyes, you knew very well to not tease him further. you quickly removed the towel from his waist as well as your own clothes.
you crawled on top of him once again, teasing his cock at your entrance, the bright red angry tip slid through your wet folds once twice before kuroo couldn't take it anymore. "baby, i swear to god.." he cursed under his breath, his hands gripping onto your hips only to steady your movements. "you're no fun." you rolled your eyes before sliding him completely in you, you were filled to the brim and you sometimes forget just how big kuroo actually was. you stuttered, your hips stalled, your eyes were shut closed to embrace the fullness you felt. "am i fun now?" kuroo asked sarcastically, yet it would be a lie if he said he wasn't also overstimulated by the feeling of your warm gushy walls around him. "oh shut up and kiss me." without hesitating, he grabbed you by your neck and pulled you down, your lips crashing with his. the heavy breathing and the sound of skin slapping was heard throughout the room. you grinded your hips slowly up and down, raking your fingers through his black hair. it was messed up already but that didn't matter to him, not now at least. "you look so fucking hot, princess." kuroo managed to get out in between breaths. his lips looked bruised and plump from how much he kissed you. he gripped onto your waist, guiding you to bounce on his cock. with every pounce, you moaned out his name, pleading for more. kuroo only smiled and this time it was genuine. it wasn't a smile that was vicious, a smile that only turned into a smirk when he wanted to tease you, but a smile that showed how much he loved you. oh god, he was so in love. your moans that sounded heavenly to him, your little gasps for air when he slammed you back down onto his cock, the way your tits would bounce up and down in rhythm to his thrusts, and the way your hair would constantly come back in your way right after tucking it away, he loved it all. the more he stared at you, the more he fell in love with you. he knew he was being sappy but he couldn't care.
your hands gripped onto his shoulders, nails leaving indents into his skin, marks would sure to appear later on in the day, but that's not what's on your mind right now. "testu-!" you stuttered out, your voice becoming unsteady the closer you got to your orgasm. "please, please, please." you begged, his cock without fail repeatedly hit your g-spot making it all the more stimulating for you. "you can do it, baby. cum for me, princess." kuroo breathed out, his eyes shut, your walls squeezed around him tightly, making it hard for him to keep moving. his end was coming soon and both of you knew it. "i love you, please cum with me. oh my god-." you yelled out his name as you came, your breathing became erratic as you rode through your high.
"you know, if you wanted to ride me from the very start, all you had to was-."
"kuroo testuro, if you don't shut up." kuroo laughed, wrapping his arms around you as you laid against his chest, your breathing synced with his as you basked in the morning sun with him. "ouch, the full government name."
"you know what, i'll shower without you." as you got up and grabbed a clean pair of clothes, kuroo shouted pleads of no's, even though if he wanted to, he could just follow you. but for now, he'll just watch you walk away, like the big lovestruck man he is.
#kuroo smut#kuroo testuro smut#haikyuu smut#kuroo fluff#kuroo testuro fluff#haikyuu fluff#haikyu smut#haikyu fluff#kuroo tetsuro x you#kuroo tetsuro x reader#kuroo brainrot#omgjumin
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Buy A Boyfriend || chs x reader
Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
Summary: Being a professional boyfriend on SVTHub is great - all Vernon has to do is respond to a few texts, send out a couple selfies, do a stream every now and then, and he makes enough to cover tuition. Things get a little tricky when he finds himself wishing he actually was your boyfriend.
Rating: M (18+) | Word Count: 4kish
Content Notes: voice kink, male masturbation, swearing, he is a virtual boyfriend for money, the texts will probs look like ass on mobile, gender neutral reader, reader has cats and I borrowed @sluttywonwoo 's cats bc im their aunt and I love them (sorry if u have your own, please imagine them 😭), they dont have sex (in this part) my bad, reader is a stem major bc I live to project, I think that’s it pls let me know if I missed anything!!
Vernon’s username: bandsboyvern
Reader’s username: allthoughtsheadfull
Vernon sighs as he opens up SVTHub, knowing he has at least three messages that ask, “Would you still love me if I was a worm?”
His answer will, of course, be “Yes and I would make you a cute little worm house in a jar and take you with me everywhere,” when he really wants to say, ”No I wouldn’t, because I don't know you at all and worms have a very short life expectancy.”
But this is the life he’s created for himself; getting paid to act like a boyfriend comes with answering cliche boyfriend questions. He’s scrolling through messages, answering good morning and goodnight texts with an appropriate selfie, when one message catches his eye, or actually, wow, 5 messages, all from one person.
Vernon tilts his head, considering how to answer. It’s a bit weird that you sought out a pretend boyfriend to tell these things to but he can’t say the messages aren’t more entertaining than the usual ones. And, honestly, snails are effervescent.
Vernon answers some messages from other users; badbitchesrus is having friend group drama again and he’s dying to tell her, “you’re the problem,” but a boyfriend wouldn’t say that so he just agrees, saying, “you’re so right, Jen did copy ur fit last night but u did it better baby.” He replies to a few selfies with paragraphs of fire and heart eye emojis, and sends out a couple ‘hope ur day gets better babygirl’s.
Clicking out of the app, Vernon tries to force himself to focus on studying. He’s got a music theory quiz this week and a sound design exam next week and he’s not prepared for either. His fingers tap out a rhythm on his knee as he runs over scales in his head, swearing to himself after missing the last sharp in B major for the fourth time. He’s about to pull out his keyboard for manual practice when his phone dings with a message, the tone telling him it's SVTHub. His head hits the back of his chair, hoping beyond hope it’s not another worm message, and he smiles in surprise when he sees it’s from you.
thought 5: legally blonde is peak cinema and has something for everyone so whyyyy is it universally disliked
Vernon tilts his head, realizing that even though he’d never seen Legally Blonde, he did dislike it for some reason. Huh.
His phone goes off again, another thought from you.
thought 6: why did stephanie name it twilight and then have bella meet edward in the daytime
He hasn’t seen Twilight either but, honestly, you bring up a good point. Why name it a certain time of day and then not have them meet at that time?
Happy to be distracted, Vernon settles in to ask you some questions and hopefully get some movie recommendations.
Before Vernon can respond, he gets another message, from bbygrill99 this time. She’s requesting an ab pic, her third this week, and he wonders why she’s so obsessed with his abs when his ass is great too, but complies nonetheless. Lifting his shirt, he tenses his abdominals and tilts his phone to get the perfect angle, his bottom lip just barely in frame and his gray sweats sitting low on his hips. He’s been trying to drink more water because apparently you need it to survive, so his abs aren’t as defined as usual and he hopes she doesn’t say anything. He sends the picture out with a kiss emoji and saves it to his folder of lewds, hoping he’ll be able to reuse it.
He’s very intrigued by the idea of threats to increase productivity, and asks you more questions. This turns out to be counterproductive as it leads to a whole conversation that makes him laugh all the way through, and consequently, he doesn’t get any more work done.
It’s almost time for his weekly goodnight stream, and Vernon’s still thinking about your last conversation. You’d lured him into a debate about living as a pigeon or living with pigeons, and he still wasn’t sure who’d won. You hadn’t sent him any new thoughts today, and even though you’d just become a subscriber last week, he’s missing you for some reason. He really enjoyed the randomness of your brain, and hearing what was going on in there throughout the day. It was a nice break from pretending to be the perfect boyfriend, and he got to respond like he wanted, not like he thought he should.
Starting the stream, he settles into bed and begins telling his patrons about his day, pausing at certain moments to let them respond to him. On their screens, it just looks like a personal facetime, and they get to pretend he’s talking to them and them alone. He tries not to frown when he realizes you haven’t joined, and hopes you will soon; you were the one person he actually wanted to say goodnight to.
You don’t join, and Vernon goes to bed sad and confused. Why were you paying for this if you weren’t going to use your membership to the fullest? His subscribers loved the introduction of goodnight streams, some are even asking for good morning streams too. You also hadn’t asked him for any pictures yet, even though everyone was allowed three per day. Maybe you just hadn’t read the membership benefits when you joined and didn’t know? He should probably ask, right? Just to be sure you’re getting your money’s worth.
Vernon gasps, staring down at his phone in awe.
A cat picture. You've sent him a cat picture. A picture of a cat. Your cat, presumably.
Vernon’s heart stutters, his eyebrows raising.
damn.
He sighs in disbelief before setting his jaw in determination and deciding the perfect combination and sequence of emojis to convey his true feelings.
Vernon puts the phone down for a moment as he remembers what you’d first said about your cats. One likes you too much and one doesn’t like you at all. He wonders which is which, they're both looking at you with such love.
He’s spinning in his desk chair, zoning out a little, when his eyes hit the open sound design program on his desktop.
Fuck, he has an exam tomorrow.
Vernon’s mouth stretches in a smile, his kicking feet sending him on a giddy spin in his chair. Putting his phone on Do Not Disturb, he forces himself to focus.
Vernon is sitting in his Audio Mastering Techniques class when you text him. He was already struggling to focus, fingers drumming on the table and leg bouncing under it, his neighbor sending a glare over every few minutes. He tries his best not to check, but you'd promised him your first thought and he wants to see what it is!
Glancing around surreptitiously, Vernon opens SVTHub with his phone under the table. You'd never sent him an explicit message before but there's a first time for everything (Vernon hopes).
Vernon looks up organic chemistry practice problems but sees ‘Stereospecificity in Addition Reactions’ and ‘Electrophilic Addition Reactions to Conjugated Dienes’ and immediately begins shaking his head, exiting out of the browser and texting you again.
Vernon’s heart starts racing as he reads your text. You want to call him. You want to speak words and you want him to listen and respond and then you’ll respond to his words.
Cool.
Vernon’s sitting at his desk, spinning around as the phone rings and rain pangs against the window.
“Hey! Sorry,” you sound out of breath, “it’s monsooning and i couldn’t text and hold the umbrella and keep my laptop out of the rain at the same time.”
“It’s okay, no worries. How’d the exam go? Did you cry?” He asks, only slightly worried.
“It went well, I think! I did cry but just a little and I didn’t get it on the exam paper this time, thank goodness.”
You tell him more about the exam and he just listens, absorbing your voice and tone and cadence. He wants to record you, wishes he could listen to you all the time, your voice is so entrancing.
“Did you have your midterm yet?” You ask sweetly, sounding concerned.
This startles Vernon out of his trance and he has to ask himself if he has taken his midterm yet today, and sighs in relief when he realizes he has a few hours left to go.
“Nah, it’s not till later so i’m just studying and vibing.”
Vernon chats more with you, trying to imagine what you look like and wishing patrons had a profile picture like he does, before he realizes it’s been an hour and he should get focused. Promising to call you after his exam and wishing he could just take you with him in his pocket, he hangs up.
Vernon does call you after his exam, and he calls you the next day too, and the next. It’s easier than ever for him to respond to messages, romantic words flowing and streams getting more and more popular. He just pretends he’s talking to you and it always works. You haven’t joined one of his streams yet but he’s holding out hope, and secretly wishing that you’d request a private videocall. You still haven’t asked for any selfies but he finds himself sending them anyway, hoping someday you’ll send one back.
He’s getting ready for his bedtime stream when he starts thinking about your last phone call, just a few hours ago. You’d just woken up from a nap, sounding all raspy and sleepy and cute, and he tried to picture your face, cheek lined with pillow creases. He doesn’t remember what you’d talked about because he couldn’t focus on anything but your voice, soft and sweet in his ear. He pictures you, laying in bed next to him, your head on his chest or his on yours, your legs tangled up with his own. He can’t help but imagine your fingers trailing over the ridges of his abdomen, running up and down his chest, and his own fingers start to follow.
Vernon thinks about your fingers moving lower, running along his waistband and dipping beneath. But you’re a tease, and they slip out and over the fabric of his sweats, pressing down where he’s starting to grow hard. He rubs his palm over his dick, squeezing harder the closer he gets to the head, imagining your giggle when his hips buck up. His phone goes off, startling him out of his fantasy and reminding him he has a stream to start.
He hasn’t done one like this in a while but the tips are always insane and he really wants to buy the lego set you told him you did the other day, so he shrugs and presses the red record button on his phone.
“Hey baby, it's so good to see you. How are you?” Vernon pauses to let his viewers answer, thinking about how you’d respond.
“I had a busy day, midterms finished last week but I have a project due soon and I haven’t made a lot of progress on it,” he hears you scold him in his head, telling him to get a move on.
“But I’m really tired, and i just wanna relax. Think you could help me?” Vernon asks, setting his phone down to pull off his shirt, missing the little notification popping up to say you’d joined. He smiles softly into the camera as he picks it back up, sliding on the bed to rest his head on the pillows. He pans the camera down to show his abs, running his fingers down his chest to settle at his waistband, pretending they’re yours. The tips start rolling in and he mutes his phone, the dinging sound beginning to annoy him.
Vernon tries to find that fantasy again, the one where you’re in bed with him and touching him and talking to him, and slips his hand into his sweats, fingers wrapping around his hard cock. He sighs, pulling his dick out and rubbing his palm over the head, his hips jerking at the friction. Leaning over to dig around his bedside table for some lube, Vernon wonders what you’re doing right now. He opens the cap and dribbles some onto his length, smearing it around with his hand. It’s chilly but he just tells himself your hand is cold, and starts squeezing his cock, pulling a little when he gets to the head. A punched out moan leaves his chest, lube warming up and dick getting harder.
It feels better than usual for some reason, but Vernon isn’t willing to think about why at the moment, and keeps jerking his cock. He’s panting a bit now, staring into the camera with half-lidded eyes and lip bitten between his teeth, feeling his abs tense with every pull. Closing his eyes so he can picture your hand moving on him, he tilts his head back into the pillow, wishing he could moan your name.
The heat is starting to rise in his stomach, his hips bucking into the movements of his hand, and he knows he’s getting close. He really is tired so he doesn’t try to draw it out, just squeezes at the head harder and tries not to whine at the pressure. He thinks about your hands on him, god, your mouth on him, and imagines your voice telling him to cum.
Vernon almost drops the phone on his chest with the force of his orgasm, trying to decide if he should turn the camera to show the cum shooting out of his cock and pooling in the ridges of his abs. He leaves it facing him instead, knowing his face is screwed up in pleasure and his moans are echoing throughout the room. Staring at the ceiling, Vernon tries to catch his breath and wonders why he just came so hard. He can feel his eyelids drooping, mind going hazy with sleep and oxytocin, and blows a kiss into the camera, saying goodnight.
You haven’t texted him in a week.
Vernon’s messaged you, selfies and thoughts and questions, but you haven't responded. He even checked your profile, just to make sure you hadn’t canceled your membership. He doesn’t know what to do; you’ve only been a subscriber for a couple months and you’ve only been gone a week, but he misses you. He misses waking up to a random philosophical question from you, or a picture of your latest A, or a video of your cats play(?) fighting.
But Vernon also doesn’t want to bother you, or overwhelm you, so he’s cooled it down a bit. He only texted you once yesterday, and he hasn’t texted you at all today. He just wishes he knew you’re okay, that nothing bad has happened to you, that you’ll come back. He knows now that being a pretend boyfriend is no fun if you don’t have someone whose boyfriend you want to be.
For now, he’ll just keep checking his phone and hoping to see a message from you.
Vernon's knee bounces, jaw clenching as he listens to the phone ring, waiting for you to pick up. He can't wait to hear your voice, it hasn't even been two weeks but that's more than long enough for him. You just soothe him, quiet his brain and still his hands. He's not sure if it's how gently you speak, or how your voice feels like a soft, warm blanket right out of the dryer, or how your words slide over him like silk, but he's missed you and as soon as you pick up and say hello, it's like his entire body relaxes.
He chats with you a bit, catching up on your classes and telling you about the work he's done for his project (little to none), letting you scold him for having done no work on his project and enjoying it.
The conversation draws to a natural conclusion, both of you having exhausted every possible topic in an effort to avoid the reason for the call. Vernon takes a deep breath and tries to steel himself; he's never been good with uncomfortable situations or feelings talk but he's willing to try, for you.
"So, you thought this was like a... pen pal situation? Didn't you have to put in your ID to prove you're over 18?"
"Well, yes, but I thought it was just so we could talk about adult topics, not because it's porn!"
Vernon blanches, he hadn't really thought about the fact that he was basically a porn star and he's not sure how he feels about it. He's not ashamed, sex is normal and human and he needs to make money somehow, but he does wonder how much longer he'll want to keep doing this. It's not easy to act like a boyfriend to so many people at once when he knows there's only one person he wants. And he does know it now, he wants you.
"Does it make you uncomfortable? That I do this?" Vernon worries, knowing he doesn't want to stop but also knowing he doesn't want to lose you.
"No, I mean, a job is a job and you get to make your own schedule and devote all your focus to school. It seems like a great gig, and you're good at it obviously..." You trail off, sounding sad for some reason. He hasn't heard you like this before, your voice a bit thready and foggy, like you're suppressing tears.
"What's wrong?" Vernon asks urgently, becoming more and more concerned with every sniffle that escapes you.
You stay silent for a while, Vernon tries to be patient but he can hear your breath catching, and he's about to start crying too just so you don't cry alone. He breathes out your name, hoping you'll respond.
"Ugh, I just-" you stop yourself, sounding... embarrassed?
"I..." you take what sounds like a very deep breath, and Vernon feels like he's at the edge of a cliff, just waiting to jump.
"I like you! I like when you call me babe and flirt with me and call me and I liked the face you made when you came and I liked how you sounded and then I wanted to make you sound like that! But this is your literal job, acting like a boyfriend, and I didn't know that so I let myself have a crush on you not knowing that it was all fake!"
It takes Vernon a second to process what you said, you'd said it all in one breath and spoken so fast, your voice shaking with the cutest mix of nerves and annoyance.
"Nononononononono!!! It wasn't fake! It was fake with everyone else but never with you," Vernon spits out in a rush, desperate to make you understand. He's pacing in his room now, phone pressed to his ear, arms crossed and fingers taptaptapping at his elbow. He wonders what he can say to make you believe him, to make sure you know that you've always been different, been special, to him.
"I look forward to your thoughts every day. Whenever you text me, I literally kick my feet like a little kid. Every time I streamed - they're not all like that, by the way - I couldn't stop checking to see if you'd joined. Patrons can only ask for three selfies a day, I send you like five, unprompted-" he could go on, but you interrupt him with a call of his name. He's not sure he's heard it on your lips before, but it does something to him. Something that's very inconvenient for him to deal with now, during this very emotional conversation. He's tempted to send you a picture, maybe that will convince you.
"Vernon," you call again, bringing his focus back to your voice and away from what your voice was doing to him.
"So, what are you saying?" you continue, starting to sound a bit less sad and a bit more like yourself.
"I'm saying I want to be your actual boyfriend, and not for money, so you'll have to cancel your membership, sorry."
There's silence for a few beats; Vernon feels himself teetering on the cliff again as he waits for your response.
"I mean- is that... allowed?" You seem unsure, sounding slightly hopeful but a bit apprehensive still. He wishes he could see your face, wishes he knew what you look like at all (knowing would definitely help at nighttime or in the shower or when he wakes up for ... reasons). He shakes his head to bring himself back to the conversation before you notice that his mind had wandered.
"Yea, I mean, my friend does cam shows with his partner and another friend of mine found out his roommate was watching his shows and now they fuck everyday! That could be us!" Vernon tries to reassure you, hoping you're willing to at least try.
"Ummmmm I don't know about that just yet but we could try... dating, I guess? It may be difficult just online but I like you and you say you like me so, why not?"
Vernon thinks that if he jumped out of his window right now, he just might fly. He won't because he's not trying to die now that you're letting him be your boyfriend, but the feeling is there.
"Yes! I do like you, I like you a lot. I like you so much. Please date me." He knows he's practically begging at this point, but he doesn't care. Vernon's willing to beg, on his knees if he needs to, if it means he can be your boyfriend for real.
"Okay! Okay," you giggle, a bit muffled as if you're covering your mouth. "I'll date you if you date me?"
Vernon can't contain his grin, spinning in circles around his room even though he's already dizzy.
"Deal."
Vernon squints, sitting in his 9 am and staring down at the purple pen in his hand, the one he’d found sitting on the desk when he came in.
There’s no way though, right?
Right?
Vernon tries not to freak out as he looks under the desk to find a water bottle. One with your name on it.
Vernon has a choice to make. He could sit here, try to focus on class, while he thinks about you somewhere on campus, struggling through an exam and dehydrated and sad. Or …
Not on my watch, Vernon thinks, shooting up from the desk and grabbing his stuff and yours. He’s jogging across campus before he knows it, dodging frisbees and dogs on the green, weaving through hammocks and hopping over sleeping students. He’s not sure what lecture hall you’re in but he knows the chemistry building, and if he books it, he’s sure he can make it.
He’s speedwalking down the hall, peeking in windows and listening at doors, trying to find your class. His eyes catch a paper taped to a door, warning, “EXAM AT 915. DO NOT DISTURB.”
He could jump in glee but, glancing at his phone and seeing that it’s 9:10, he knows he doesn’t have time.
Vernon’s hoping, praying you’ll listen to him when the door opens a smidge, and the most beautiful face he’s ever seen peeks through. It's like heaven’s light is shining down on him, he thinks he can hear angels, and is that wind? Blowing through his hair?
Staring back at him, your eyes shoot open in disbelief, before landing on your pen and water bottle in his hands. You squeal, bouncing in your shoes and throwing your arms around his neck. He breathes you in, reeling at the weight of your body against his, and you pull back before he can return your embrace. Vernon misses you instantly but he knows you have to go be a genius so, handing you the water and pen, he accepts a kiss on the cheek and watches you leave.
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on a cnc note…,,eddie pretending to break into ur place at night just to find you spread out so sweetly for him in ur cute frilly pyjamas. u startle awake at the feeling of his cold grip around ur ankle but he just shushes you with a a hand over your mouth, heart rate calming as you realize it’s him before picking back up again once you remember the scene that’s about to play out. eddie kissing down ur neck as he slides into u while u hiccup and ask him why he’s doing this :(( sweetly tells u that ur just too pretty, and there’s no chance he’s stopping now that he has you
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cw: cnc. obviously. reader and eddie have discussed the scene previously!!
you know its eddie the instant you wake up, is the thing. maybe its his smell, maybe its the way the grip around your ankle is soft even now, maybe its the feeling of safeness the moment you wake up, no threat.
you say, "please don't do this." when he lowers his hand from your mouth. you're throbbing between your legs. you think your nightgown is already sticking to your thighs.
you can't see him in the dark, just the outline of him in the moonlight streaming through your window. its the last thing you see before something warm is being wrapped around your eyes, covering them in darkness completely. his bandanna. he secures it around your head. his hand hovers briefly at the your nape, "color?"
"green." you say immediately. and then. "what do you want?"
his voice is low. cold, almost. "i think that's obvious, sweetheart." his hands move down your body to the hem of your nightgown. "you shouldn't leave your window unlocked."
you reach down to stop him from tugging the gown up, "stop it. please just go away. I'll scream."
you gasp as you're flipped over suddenly, on your tummy. his hand is hard in your hair, rings digging in as he pushes your face into your pillows. "i don't think you are." you feel his body come down over your back, feel his lips scrape against your earlobe, "don't want your daddy barging in and seeing his little girl taking her first cock from the towns trash, do you? want him to see his princess crying on my dick?"
you drool into your pillow. struggle weakly against him, buck your ass up to try and dislodge him but he just grunts and grinds in hard. "you're a spoiled brat." he sounds mean, mean and casual. you feel his hand yank up your nightgown up your ass, feel the cool air as he lifts briefly just to shove down his jeans. when he settles back down you feel the hard length of his cock prodding between your wet legs. "need a good dicking to teach you a lesson, I think. I got it for you, honey. right here."
you cry out as his thick head glides through your folds, "no" you gasp. "no! dont. its my first time- its supposed to be special-"
your first time with eddie was special. under the stars on some picnic blanket he'd layed out for you. one of his hands comes up to cover yours as he starts to push in despite your soft protests, thick and hard. you turn your wrist over. squeeze his hand. it says, thank you, it says, i love you, it says, dont stop.
"stop." you plead again. "stop, please- no, no, no."
"hush." he grunts. his pelvis meets your peachy ass as he slides home. "this is what you need. just- shut up. shut up and take this dick."
he fucks you. like he said he would when you went over this weeks ago. your bed rocks and you go limp under him, letting him take, brain going foggy as he slides in and out easily between the wet mess of your cunt. he fucks you hard and sloppy, the friction of his belt meeting your ass with every thrust making you whine.
when you cum around him, little cunt breaking apart, he laughs, once, hips stuttering. "you just came from having your cunt broken in, holy shit. dirty little girl. knew you wanted this."
he cums too, hips grinding hard into you.
Its quiet for a long time after. you feel his necklace on your spine, feels his lips on your shoulders, kissing.
he asks, "amazing, baby. you did so good for me. can you give me your color, hm? can you do that for me really quick?"
you shiver. "g-green. m'okay."
he pulls out of you and you're being ushered into his arms, the bandanna comes off and he cups your face, thumbs stroking your cheeks. kisses you softly.
"i love you so much." he sounds chocked up about it.
you wrap your arms around him, giving him aftercare right back, like he's doing for you. "love you too. love you so much, eddie."
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Summer Fling - PART THREE
Pedro Pascal x f!Reader
summary: meaningful words are exchanged and built up tension between you and Pedro is released... kind of.
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, dry humping/fucking, fingering.
Word count: 3.8k
A/N: keeping this one sweet and simple, thank you so much to everyone who has commented, shared and liked the last two parts. means so much and motivates me, didn't think I'd be posting three parts within a week 🫶
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The uber ride to his hotel was silent. You both hadn't spoken a single word since you got into the elevator. You weren't sure what was going on in his mind either since you were avoiding eye contact with him, feeling shy at the idea of what is likely to happen when you reached his hotel room. Apparently liquid courage had a time limit because you certainly weren't feeling as bold as before. If anything, your eyes were getting heavy and sleepiness was taking over.
The only thing keeping you conscious right now was Pedro's touch keeping you present in the waking world. The sloppy kisses along your neck in the elevator down, his hand wrapped tight around yours when waiting for the uber, the trail he'd slide up and down with the tips of his fingers along your thigh while in the car, the way he hugged you from behind with one arm while his other hand found its way to the hem of your dress and lifting it so his fingers could ever so gently caress circles on the fabric of underwear as you both watched the numbers on the elevator ascend...
As you stood at his door while he rummaged through his pockets to find the key card, you took out your phone to let Syria know you're okay. You struggled to type as your body starts to feel tired and you were seeing double of the screen.
You:
I dint dish. With Ped at hoteel.
Syria:
Will u be ok?? I'll come get u if you don't want to sleep with him??
You:
of corse i want to sleeep him text you tomoz
Syria:
ur drunk as fuck, are you 100% sure??
You:
dont cock bock me pls
Syria:
be safe baby girl xx
You look back up from your phone and Pedro is waiting for you at the door way, looking concerned.
"Everything okay?"
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" You grin back at him for reassurance though he doesn't look convinced.
"You were just typing really slow on your phone... and you're swaying on the spot."
"Oh." you laugh nervously. "Did drink quite a bit."
He cocks his head to the side, frowning. He sighs then taking your hand, he leads you inside. You're hoping he's going to take you the bed but instead he sits you down on a massive couch facing the floor to ceiling windows. While he walks off, you try to take in as much of your surroundings as you could. You realise that he had a studio style room.
As a celebrity you were fully expecting him to have a massive multi room penthouse or something but instead his chosen to stay in something more fitted for one person. Although it was bigger and fancier than something you could afford, and this couch was basically as king single bed in itself, it still felt humble for someone of his status.
Pedro appears in front of you again and hands you a cold water bottle, motioning you to drink it. You do as your told and he kneels in front of you. Watching with a side eye as you sip on the bottle, he's situated himself in front of you and is on his knees. Staring down intently and biting his inner lip. You follow his line of sight and you feel your core pool with arousal realising he's looking at your exposed lacy underwear. Your dress had hitched up your hips, exposing your lower half.
The longer his eyes linger, the wetter your felt yourself get. His eyes are met with yours. He licks his bottom lip, lowers his head and kisses your knee, not losing eye contact.
"Keep drinking the water." he says low and slow.
"Yes sir."
You do so but keep watching him as he places one hand on your calf and uses the other to unzip your boot. Sliding it slowly off your foot and placing it to the side, he moves to your other leg to do the same but slower. You listen as each hook of the zip undoes itself as he pulls it down. This time he raises your leg higher to his chest height, sliding the boot of your foot. You're losing concentration as water starts to spill the sides of your lips and run down your chin and neck.
His eyes had not left you once and you see him take in a deep inhale watching the water drip down you. Placing the Achilles of your foot on his shoulder, he softly places kisses on your leg. Closing the lid of the bottle you chuck it away and lean back into the couch wanting to have a full view of him making his way up your leg. He kisses, licks and nibbles his way down your thigh, beard and stache tickling against your skin, you throw your head back and the room is spinning but you whimper, begging him to hurry up and reach your pussy already.
But he stops.
You stare at the whirling ceiling waiting for him to continue, but he doesn't.
Bringing your head back down, you see him resting his cheek against your thigh, staring at you with those damn puppy eyes.
"What am I going to do with you..." he whispered as if it slipped from his mind out his mouth.
Impatient and slightly annoyed, you reach for his top and pull him to yourself. Kissing him hastily and humming into him, you reach your hand down to his crotch and palm him as desperately as you can through his jeans. He was already hard under your touch and you could really get a grasp of how big he could be, the thought of it increasing your already flooding wetness. You were so ready for him, to take him whole.
As you attempt to undo his pants, fingers struggling to undo his belt buckle, the kiss is broken as he pulls back. You stare at him, mouth open and disoriented, he shakes his head 'no'.
"When you're sober." he says sincerely.
"I am sober!" Your slurred words say otherwise.
"I'm going to change, stay here okay?"
You nod begrudgingly and he gets up onto his feet. As he stands in front of you, his crotch is eye level and you basically drool at the sight of his large bulge, frowning when he walks away.
Waiting for him to change, you get comfortable into the couch, watching night life bustle below. Sparkling lights, honking cars, people walking along the wharf, even the stadium lights where beaming bright into the stars.
Pedro drops himself next to you on the couch and when you look at him, you swear he's teasing you on purpose. He changed his jeans for a pair of sweatpants and of course they're grey. You squint at him for his audacity and he returns the look with a wink and pats his lap.
You lie your head down on his lap, sad that his hard on had gone down. He sweetly moves the hair that's fallen onto your face and tucks it behind your ear. He continues to pat your head, soothing you and building up your sleepiness.
"So what are you doing down under anyways."
"Just having a break. It's cold up north so I thought I would try somewhere different. My brother, Nico, suggested Australia and just went along with it and brought him and a few friends along too."
Thinking back you realised the guy he was talking to at New Year Eve and back at the bar must've been his brother.
"And how are you liking it so far?"
"Well this city reminds me a lot of New York, except hot. And the people are pretty chill for the most part. Nicer too. You guys certainly know how to party, I'll say that. Crazy but in a good way."
"Thanks I think." you laugh.
"I actually went west after the music festival. Gorgeous sites and beaches. Felt like a massive country town despite being a main city, but something... something was pulling me back here."
Pedro moves his hand to your shoulder and strokes your arm. Your mind lingers on his last words. Was it self-centred to think you were that 'something'. That kiss you shared was intense and did hold heavy for you but you couldn't imagine it was enough for him to come back in hopes of finding you in a city of millions. You just had to ask, not directly though.
"So... do you usually bring back women to your place after a night out or..."
You feel his stomach bump against the back of your head as he chuckles.
"No, not really. Its been awhile since the last time I've slept with someone. Been too busy to. I've been working so hard to get where I am but my siblings could see it take a toll on me. They basically held an intervention." You feel him take a deep breath. "Sorry, off track... I do- have slept with people I meet out but only if I really feel like I've connected with them in some way otherwise I just get to know them first."
You feel your heart skip a beat. You didn't expect an answer any deeper then a yes or no, but you were grateful he felt comfortable enough to speak openly like that though it makes you question where you stand on that spectrum of 'connection'. You turn onto your back so you're able to look up at him. His face is solemn, looking out the window but scrunches a smile at you.
"And what happens to these connections?" you ask hesitantly.
"I chicken out and let them go...or they were simply one sided." his voice trails off and he looks away. You clearly had hit a soft spot.
Was this a one sided connection? You obviously were connected to him sexually, he was your celebrity crush and anyone would take that chance. You have probably shared more kisses and touches then you have words but you couldn't think of anyone else who had made you feel this way, an unexplainable pull that has brought you back into his arms by some miracle.
Or you're just majorly overthinking e v e r y t h i n g and were the exception. A simple hook up.
"I have to know..." you wanted to lighten the mood, so you figured you'd tease him a little. "How do you reeeeeally feel about being the internets Daddy?"
He looks down at you, eyebrows raised and amused. You stick your tongue at him to make sure he knows you're playing around.
"It's fun with the fans, not so much when it's all interviewers ask me to get clicks and reactions. So I just play dumb for the most part."
"Understandable. You're handsome but you're also really fucking talented. A shame you weren't recognise earlier."
"A fan are we?" he teases, grabbing your face and squeezing your cheeks into a fishy face.
"Don't act like you didn't know old man." you say through fishy lips.
"Ouch." he uses his valley girl accent and you both giggle.
He leans in for a quick kiss, soft but heavy, making your cheeks flush at the suddenness of it and how loaded it felt. You try to get a read of his face but all you can pick up is a quick flash of anxiousness in his eyes.
"What was that for?"
"Just felt like it." he shrugs. Something was bothering him.
"What's on your mind."
He's eyes become heavy, his mouth is twitching nervously, bending and hyper extending his thumb. Looking through the window, you can tell his mind is running and is contemplating sharing his thoughts. Eyes darting back to you, he takes a deep jagged breath.
"Without trying to sound like a crazy person, before we even kissed, when I saw you for the first time after you bumped me, I just felt something. A pull. I couldn't stop looking at you. Your energy and smile reminded me of someone special to me. We kissed, then you were gone. I tried not to dwell on the feeling and you're so... young, I thought I was being that stereotypical creepy guy... But I found myself back here. Seeing you again was like finding a needle in a haystack, yet there you were, at the bar. Admittedly I was scared to approach you first, I didn't want to come off as some crazy stalker. But I couldn't let you get away this time. You rejected me of course." He chuckles softly remembering how you pass him up. "But I think that pull brought you back to me."
Butterflies erupt in your abdomen, not quite believing what you were hearing. It felt like a camera crew was going to jump out of no where and tell you you're getting punked. Or did you drink so much at the bar you passed out and dreaming this all up?
Pedro desperately searches your face for an answer. "I sound insane don't I?"
You reach out and cup his cheek, caressing it with your thumb. He nuzzles into it, kissing your palm.
He was real. This was real.
"I'm glad you found me." Was all you could say while feelings and words jumbled in your brain not being able to translate it into a coherent deeper sentence.
You both just stare deeply into each others eyes, no words being able to describe the feeling that was being shared between you two. You start yawning and all strength you have left to keep your eyes open is gone. He continues to stroke your head in his lap, whispering a song and lulling you to sleep.
Me complace amarte
Disfruto acariciarte y ponerte a dormir
Es escalofriante Tenerte de frente, hacerte sonreír...
Eyes slowly open to the view of the dawning city. Sunlight reflecting off building windows and the river. A pair of glasses sitting on the coffee table in front of you. You're still on the couch. As your brain catches up with your body you are able to feel and make sense of your surroundings. It's silent in the room except for the slow breath blowing on the back of your hair.
A warm body is pressed against your backside, legs tangled together. An arm is tucked underneath the crook of your neck, wrapped around your chest while the others is draped over your waist. You listen to the hum of his shallow breath. It seems like he moved some pillows and a blanket from the bed to the couch. You can't help but smile at his kindness and at the fact he didn't ditch you for the bed.
You carefully turn around as to not stir Pedro awake so you can look at him. Hair tousled, face relaxed, he almost looks younger than he is, as if all the worries in his world have left him. Last nights words echo in your head and those butterflies return.
Like instinct, you can't help yourself but kiss the along the ridge of his gorgeous nose. Tickling him, he twitches and scrunches his face. His eyes slowly flutter open, slightly blinded by the light from the window. Blinking away the sleep, he sees you and places a soft kiss on your forehead.
"Sorry." you whisper.
Another small kiss, this time on your nose.
"Good morning Soleada." his voice is husky from sleep, sending a tingling down you and waking your body up from inside. "Hope you don't mind that I stayed on the couch with you."
Dipping your head onto his neck, you give wet kisses to answer him. He groans softly as you make your way up to his ear and nibble it. Slipping your hand underneath his shirt, feeling up his lean back and wrapping your leg over his hip to bring his pelvis closer to yours.
Unlike his jeans you are able to get a better feel from his sweatpants of his cock twitching and growing against the fabric of your underwear.
You whimper while you suck on his ear lobe as you eagerly rub against him, the friction of the fabric building the heat. A hand suddenly slaps onto your ass and you let out a yelp at the sting that is muffled by Pedro's lips crashing onto yours. He didn't waste a second to dive his tongue in your mouth and you opened for him letting your tongue find his.
If the slap wasn't going to bruise, his death grip on your ass certainly would. The pain adding to the arousal, you needed to be closer to him. You use your free hand on his back to fiddle with your underwear trying to get it down without breaking the kiss. Realising you're struggling, Pedro helps you pull them down far enough that you're able to kick them the rest of the way off.
Hitching your leg up, Pedro rolls on to his back bringing you with him now resting on top straddling him, blanket slipping off you two and onto the floor. Now able to put your full weight down on his cock, you roll your hips deep into him and stimulate your clit.
"Fuck." He moans against your lips. "Need t-to get this off n-now."
He swiftly takes his own top off, only just now breaking the kiss then grabs the hem of your dress and pulls it up to get it past your head. You sit up to put your full body on display for him to devour with his eyes as you keep rolling your hips and you admire his sun kissed skin and broad chest and shoulders rising and falling, begging for air. His stomach is plush but still lean. He bites onto his bottom lip, eyes darting at every point of your body.
"So beautiful. God how did I let you go the first time. I could have had all this 2 weeks ago." he says it so breathlessly and sweet you can't help the whine that slips out your mouth. You need to feel every inch of him so bad, reaching for his sweat pants to pull them down but he stops you, gripping tightly around your wrists.
"Keep riding." he growls, eyes intense.
"But-"
"I said, keep riding." the dominance in his voice makes you blush not expecting this part of him but you don't think twice, placing your hands on his chest and harden your glides against the outline of his dick. With the help of his hands on your hips bringing you back and forth, you're able to get a consistent rhythm. Slowly a tightness builds in your lower stomach and you can't hold back the sounds escaping your lips.
"Don't be shy now. I need to hear you beautiful. I need to hear how good you feel."
You do as you're told, letting yourself be more vocal as each roll of your hips brings you higher, watching him through slitted eyes as he looks back and forth from your face and your clit grinding against him. With growing intensity, your arms are getting weaker and your arms begin you shake, losing your momentum. Pedro notices. Sitting up and holding you tight to his body, he swivels his with you around so that his back is resting the back of the couch.
He takes one of your boobs in his mouth and laps his tongue around your nipple, throwing your head back and grabbing his face to bring him closer to your chest.
"Ah! Pedro!" you moan out loud as he nips and bites at your nipple and slips a finger from behind into your pussy making you grind faster.
He pumps his fingers in and out, in and out in rhythm with your rolls, mouth sucking on your tit, your legs are starting to shake. You're so fucking close you can't stop moaning his name, pleading him to get you to the finish line and his hungry growls vibrate along your chest. He sticks in not just one but two more fingers, stretching you wide and massaging your walls inside. You're so wet the pain is pleasurable.
He moves away from your nipple and connects his forehead to your sweaty one, eyes staring deep into each other desperately trying not to close them from aching pleasure. There is so much yearning in his deep coffee eyes, you're almost lost in them if it weren't for his fingers, knuckle deep, each pump getting harder and faster helping you reach the edge of bliss as they hit in just the right spot.
"You feel so good like this beautiful, you're gonna feel so perfect on my cock."
With his sweet words, it sends you over. Your pussy pulses violently around his fingers, hips bucking and your stomach tightens making you keel over and scream out Pedro's name pressing hard against his forehead. Murmurs of your name and praises against your lips, he moves his fingers and rubs circles on your already over stimulated clit prolonging the orgasm, yelping out in pleasure and making stars in your vision as you squeeze your eyes shut tight.
"Good girl." He coos in your ear as the last of your spasms subside.
Shaking and breathless, you hug around his neck and your body slumps into his, feeling the hot touch of his chest and body, still straddling him. He brushes his fingers up and down your back, soothing you with hums as he kisses you on your cheek. You stay seated there in a breathy silence, regaining your energy back while listening to him continue to hum whatever song he was singing last night.
As you're mind comes back to reality, you begin to feel a cool wetness spreading against your inner thighs. You straighten up and look down at Pedro's lap, shuffling a little back to see the stark and massive wet patch on his sweats taking up the whole of his lap.
"Fuck." wide eyed, you meet his eyes and he only looks pleased with himself, a self-gratifying grin plastered across his face accentuating his dimple. Before you can say another words, he has your face cradled in his hands, showering your face with kisses.
"I like seeing and feeling how wet you are for me." He leans back and slides his hand under the elastic of his sweats and you watch him palm himself, letting out small grunts of delight. Your not surprised you can feel yourself getting excited again already, he is just so gorgeous and undeniably sexy in his actions and words. "Soaked right through Soleada."
Practically salivating and wanting to taste yourself on his cock you finger at the elastic of his waistband wanting to rip them off but of course he stops you, tsk tsk-ing at you. You pout in response. When will he let you finally touch him, like actually touch him skin to skin?
"Lets have breakfast and go beach." he says nonchalantly like you aren't butt naked in front of him and he's not soaked with your juices.
"You're kidding me. You get me naked but don't even fuck me? At least let me give you a blowie." you whine exasperated.
"Blowie?" he says imitating your accent.
"Blowjob." you mock back in an American accent.
He laughs out a wheezy laugh and its hard to stay mad at him with how adorable he sounds. Pouty lipped, he brings you in and pecks at your neck, seemingly his favourite spot on you, really not helping the growing arousal building up again deep in you.
"I'll make it worth the wait. I promise."
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i have to physically restrain myself from flooding ur askbox constantly but i can't stop thinking about sub!Kei who's embarrassed abt his moaning/chirping... also I'm like. so sleep deprived so it's .... so bad but oh well. enjoy <3333 (u can answer it anytime or not at all, just wanted to go ahead and send it!!)
"you sound so pretty, Kei," you coo as you slide down his length, inch by inch. he groans, a soft chirping following his moans until they stop when he hides in the crook of your neck, muffling your favorite sound. you frown, pausing your movements.
"babybird? baby," he pleads, lifting his hips to meet yours but you shake your head, firmly holding him still. you trace patterns along his scarlet feathers; they flutter under your touch.
"if you don't play fair," you whisper, feeling him twitch inside you when your warm breath ghosts over the shell of his ear, "i won't either." he quickly nods in understanding. you smile. your hips meet his again in a rhythmatic, familiar motion. he jolts, gasping softly when your fingers ghost over the sensitive spot at the base of his wings. he's so, so close. right there, yes, fuck. harder. he bites back a moan right before–
you halt again and it takes everything in him not to sob in frustration. "please, 'm so sorry," he whines. he sounds drunk, dazed. desperate. he looks so pretty, you think, when he begs. "please, god–"
"that's not my name," you laugh, setting an unrelenting pace when your hips meet his, but this time you don't stop. you grip both the base of his wings and knot your hand in his hair, pulling his head back so he can't hide his pretty moans from you. he chokes on your name, the familiar chirping sound returning tenfold. he's a mess now; face flushed, his soft, golden hair circling around his face from tears and sweat like a halo. you're close now, and judging by how loud he is, he's close, too. you smile and murmur against his lips: "sing for me."
he does.
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I COO'D OUT LOUD AT HOW GOOD HE'S BEING HERE. THE LITTLE GENUINE APOLOGIES. THE NOD OF UNDERSTANDING, DOESN'T EVEN QUESTION WHY HE'S IN TROUBLE CUZ HE KNOWS AND ACCEPTS IT.
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Van takes you skinny dipping at the lake
SUBMISSION: Hey could u maybe write some more adult Van x reader?? Maybe fluff or something or some comfort! Loving all ur fics so far they’re really good and you’re a very talented writer!
A/N: thank youuuu :)))
The radio was blasting a Harry Style's playlist that you had hand crafted specifically for this road trip. There was a bit of an age gap between you and Van, and while you enjoyed 90's music, you'd be damned if you weren't going to try and get her to enjoy some of your favorite tunes.
'Late Night Talking' graced the speakers. "Ooo." You grinned, turning the volume up.
Van rolled her eyes.
You started singing to her, dancing in your seat. "If you're feeling down, I just wanna make you happier baby." You pointed at her, shimmying in place.
She looked at you from her place in the drivers seat, and she laughed at your antics. "You have terrible taste in music."
"You just hate that I was a child in the 90's-"
She covered your mouth with her palm. "Quit. Don't do that shit to me."
You giggled, slapping her hand away. She smiled to herself, as if lost in thought now.
"Are we close?" You asked, stretching your aching back.
"Yeah. We'll be closing up on it right about now." She responded, her eyes looking for a fork in the road.
She then turned the car left onto a gravel path.
"Are you sure this is the place?" You grimaced. "What if this is private property? I have no desire to get shot."
"It's not private property, it's just a forgotten lake, because kids like you are too busy on their phones to go do anything nice with their Sunday's, like swimming at the lake." She responded sarcastically.
You slapped her leg.
She chuckled, "Ow!"
"You decided to pick up a 'kid like me' if you would remember correctly." You reminded her.
"I didn't know how old you were until it was too late." She stated sheepishly, and then parked the car.
Finally, you thought, undoing the seatbelt wrapped around you and opening the car. It was beautiful, admittedly. It was a blistering hot day in Pennsylvania, and the water just ahead was glistening and looked incredibly refreshing. You grabbed your carryon bag before walking ahead.
"Wait for me." Van called out to you, locking the car and jogging to meet you.
Just to be annoying, you ran ahead of her, your flip flops flapping against the gravel creating a crunching sound. "You gotta catch me."
She grabbed onto her backpack straps and ran after you. You laughed as your feet hit sand and you sunk down. This caused you to trip over your shoes, though, and roll onto the ground.
"Oh, shit." Van gaped. "Are you okay?"
You groaned. "I'm fine. Nothing is bruised except for my ego."
Van held out a hand for you to grab onto. You allowed her to lift you off the ground. She wrapped her arms around you now. "Caught you."
You smiled, a blush creeping over your cheeks. She swiped her thumb over your lips, brushing sand off of them, before she leaned forward and kissed you.
"Are you going to change into your swimsuit in the car?" You asked softly.
"Why would I do that?" She looked at you curiously. "I don't see anyone else here, do you?"
You furrowed your eyebrows at her in question. "So you're just going to do it right here?"
She chuckled, removing the bags from both of your shoulders. She lifted her tank-top over her head which left her shirtless. Your eyes widened as she continued to undress herself. "You've never gone skinny dipping?" She asked curiously.
"No." You shook your head. "What if someone comes by and sees?"
She shrugged. "So what? Isn't that the fun of it?"
You were embarrassed, but didn't want to seem like a wimp so you took off your bathing suit despite feeling incredibly naked.
She took your hand and brought you toward the water, which was delightfully warm. It was nearing 100 degrees out and it had been so for the last two weeks. The water certainly had enough time to warm up.
She ran in, diving head first. You slowly followed suit, wrapping your arms around yourself.
"Come on, baby." Van popped up out of the water, her red hair wet and sticking to her back. "What are you scared of?"
"Nothing." You said confidently, dropping your body into the water and swimming closer to her.
She wrapped you in her arms and kissed your cheek. "A little embarrassed?"
You nodded, hugging her back tightly.
"For what it's worth, honey, absolutely no one is coming down this way. This place has been deserted for forever." She comforted you. "Just relax. Have some fun."
You gripped her tighter and wrapped your legs around her hips. "Or you could just carry me around a little bit."
"Or that." She laughed against your shoulder.
She waded further into the water with you attached to her.
You detached from Van and submerged your head into the water, diving down to her thighs. You pinched her, and she reacted by kicking the water. When you resurfaced, she immediately splashed you.
You giggled and splashed her back. "What? Now you don't like when I pinch your legs?"
She swam close to you and began tickling you. You thrashed around, trying to swim away from her grabby hands.
She lunged, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you into her. "Where do you think you're going?"
With a smile, you relaxed against her chest. "Nowhere."
"Mmm, uhuh." She mocked, squeezing you.
"You were right." You said sweetly. "This is fun."
"I hoped it would be." She responded, her voice no longer playful but kind. "You've had a stressful couple of days at work. I thought you deserved some fun."
"Yeah." You agreed. "This has been good for my psyche, for sure."
"How about when we're done here, we order some Indian food to the house and watch some movies?" Van proposed.
"Only if I get to choose what we watch." You bargained.
She rolled her eyes, poking your stomach. "Okay, boss."
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I Will Always Find You
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Dabi x f!Reader
A/N: I would just like to say. I don't understand why a minigun is called a minigun when there's absolutely nothing "mini" about it.😐
When I was picturing this scene in my head, I knew what the imagery was that I wanted to create, but I didn't know what the weapon was called. Googled it. And I was upset bc I was worried that my imagery wouldn't come across the right way since the name didn't match what it looked like😭 so I hope ya'll know what I'm talking about when I mention it lmao
Also, idk how often this is used or not but just in case, I wanna clarify that v/n means villain name :) or just use ur real name if you want lol
Anywaysss, as always feedback is appreciated and I hope u guys enjoy❤️
@haru-x-ren
Warnings⚠️: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, creampie, kissing, groping, fingering choking, biting, hair pulling, rough/aggressive, begging, dacryphilia, praise kink mentions of blood and bruising.
Summary: After a mission gone-wrong, Dabi is taken away into police custody and you don't see him again for 3 years. When you do, he's a little different. Reconsidering his villain path and how it affects you. But most importantly, he's needy to feel what he's been missing out on for so long.
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Y/N quirk: "Vision". When activating your quirk, you can see and hear thru objects that abstruct your view. For example, you can see thru a wall and listen to the conversation happening in the other room as if you were standing there yourself. Your irises glow (any color you'd like) when activated. It's not a very flashy quirk but very useful to your partner in crime. It makes getting Intel so much easier as well as thoroughly planning out attacks. But to make up for the lack of flashiness, y/n likes to tinker with support items, much like Hatsume.
"Ready?" Dabi asked, raising a brow. You nodded your head with a big smile on your face. "You remember the signal?"
"You should know better than to come at us alone" You recited the line the two of you had gone over multiple times, mocking his tone of voice. The corner of his lips turned up into a small smirk. "Good girl." He paused, adjusting the metal cuffs on his sleeves. "Alright, let's go make some chaos, baby" he pressed a heavy kiss to your lips before pulling away and stepping towards the door of the large building. You lifted your right arm that held a device you made yourself, strapped to your wrist. A grappling hook released from the small cannon and hooked on to a ledge a few floors up. "Hey" you called out to him one last time. He turned his head to look at you. "Be careful, okay?" He smiled at you in a way that said "don't worry, everything will be okay." And he gave you a wink. With that, you clicked the button on the inside of your gloved palm, sending you up to where your device was hooked to.
Once you reached the ledge, you peeked thru the window, assuring that no one was in the room. Thankfully, the window was unlocked so you didn't have to make any extra noise by breaking the glass. Once you slipped thru the window, you snuck out of that room and into an empty hallway. You'd memorized the floor plan for this building, determining that a small broom closet on the second floor was right above where Dabi would be. You found said broom closet, double checking to make sure no one was there to see you. You closed the door to the small, compact room. You pulled out another, bigger device from your backpack. The one you always had on hand at every mission, full of all your little projects. This weapon is about as big as your torso, and very powerful. You position the legs of the weapon on the floor, and raise your hand to your neck. You press a small button on your necklace. Dabi's matching one vibrated against his collar bone, alerting him that you were in position. You activated your quirk, looking thru the floor and seeing the small group of people below. Pro-Heroes Kamui Woods and GunHead were in the room, surrounded by a few smaller up-and-coming heroes.
You watched as Dabi waltzes into the room below, catching the attention of the heroes. You angled your weapon so that once it breached the floor, it was headed straight at the two pros. "I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" Dabi spoke in a cocky tone of voice. That attitude of his you loved so much. "Dabi!" Kamui called out. He began to extend his tree-like arm in an attempt to capture him before he had a chance to attack, but Dabi was too quick. He immediately put up a wall of blue flames, separating him and the pro Heros. "Come on now. You should know better than to come at us alone." That was your cue. You pulled back the lever on the weapon in front of you, and hit the small red button on the side. There was a loud noise and you knew you had breached the floor. Your hit evidently missed GunHead, who had stepped out of the way only moments before, but hit Kamui head on.
He was on the floor, bleeding, and missing an arm. He cried out in pain and you grabbed the weapon, dropping thru the whole you had created. Once you landed with your knees bent, you stood up straight right next to Dabi. You grabbed the handle on the side of your weapon, holding it like a minigun and aiming it in their direction. You pulled the lever back in its original position, switching the weapon to rapid fire. You smiled wide. "Miss me?" GunHead started shooting in your direction, but Dabi was quick to extend the blue wall. Surrounding you both in flames. This was so none of the heroes could see you and pin point your exact location in the room. Of course a heros first priority is to keep people safe, so you knew full well that he wouldn't fire aimlessly into a room full of people without a definite target. But with your quirk, you could see thru the flames just fine. You immediately started firing your large weapon at the heroes, taking them all down so easily.
You and Dabi made a great team. When the two of you met, you were just joining the league of villains. Tho he had already been a member for well over a year at that point. Dabi trusted no one. But he somehow opened his cold, chained up heart and came to trust you immensely. Almost more than he trusted himself even. The two of you were true partners in crime. Creating more chaos together then either of you ever could have under the control of the league. You both had become feared among the majority of the population, with your relentless attacks against hero society.
We'll bring them all to their knees.
Something that had become almost a motto for you and Dabi. And neither of you could have ever imagined getting as far as you have.
As soon as you thought you're mission was over. Goal accomplished and message sent, someone came busting thru the wall to your left. An unexpected participant. You didn't have much time to react as you watched the hero students from U.A. coming in your direction. "Shit." You mumbled under your breath.
Dynamite was the first to charge you head on, throwing a blast that knocked you across the room. Deku wasn't far behind, managing to land a blow on Dabi. He got to his feet quickly and started fighting the young hero. Throwing balls of fire at him left and right.
You didn't plan for this. The two of you were supposed to be gone by the time any more heroes showed up. It threw you off and suddenly you couldn't focus. Dynamite charged at you again and suddenly a wave of blue flames knocked him from your trajectory. "STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER!" You heard Dabi scream as he threw Dynamite away from you. The look on his face was demonizing. He was angry. Angry that anyone dared to lay a hand on you. You were his. And he was extremely protective over what belonged to him. You were the only real home he'd ever known. And he'd be damned if he was gonna let some punk kid hurt you.
Shit was going south. You watched, tucked in a corner, as the look on Dynamite's face shifted to something more psychotic. "ILL FUCKING KILL YOU, SCAR FACE" He screamed, charging at Dabi. You finally come to your senses as you realize your boyfriend is facing two heroes all by himself. You start to internally panic, but keep your calm on the outside. You stagger to grab the weapon you dropped when being flung across the room. You aimed it high, rampaging the two of them with hot bullets. It distracted them just enough for Dabi to blast them both backwards and put up another wall of flames. You grabbed his arm and rushed out of the building. As soon as the two of you get just a few feet away from the building, you pressed another button that was hidden in the waist band of your pants, connected to your belt. It set off all of the bombs you hid in the building a few days prior. Dabi groaned in pain as you pulled him into a back alley way. "Always thinking ahead, aren't you doll?" He coughed on his words, spitting up blood in the process. "That should buy us some time, but not much." He clenched his abdomen where you noticed blood was starting to pool on his white shirt.
"shit, baby are you okay?" You put your hand over his on the wound. He coughed again. "I'm fine, but you gotta get outta here." Your gaze left his bloody torso and met his half-lided blue eyes. "What?" You said, confused. "I think they went this way!" You heard a faint voice calling in the distance. Dabi heard it too. His expression was unreadable. "You have to-" he coughed up more blood. "You have to go y/n."
"What? No! Touya I'm not leaving you here!" He was quick to retort. "I said GO!" He yelled at you. "...I'll be alright." His voice switched to a softer tone. You looked at him with wide eyes, a tear falling from one of them. "I'll find you, okay?" He put his hand to your cheek, wiping the tear away with his thumb. "I will always find you." He kissed your forehead with a heavy breath from his nose.
"Now leave and get somewhere safe, please." He pushed you away, and as he said those words, a few more heroes came around the corner into the alley way. Without taking even a second to hesitate, Dabi bursted out the biggest cloud of blue flames you'd ever seen him make. He was straining himself, pushing far past his limit. You could see it on his face. "GO!" He screamed. You didn't have time to think so you did as he asked. You ran.
You made it behind a building and used your grappling hook to get to the roof. Once on the rooftop, you peered over the edge. You weren't ready to leave him there, not yet. Even if he did beg you to go.
You watched as Dabi continued to push himself, and suddenly his flames died out, black smoke pouring from his skin. Dabi slumped over and fell to his knees. You were confused for a moment, and then you realized. You watched Erasure, hair defying gravity and eyes glowing red, wrapped Dabi in his white scarf. Dabi didn't have the energy to resist. He was badly hurt, and now vulnerable without his quirk. Tears began to well in your eyes and you covered your mouth with your hand, not daring to make a sound.
Dabi smirked with his head hanging low. "Long time no see, old friend." Erasure stepped closer to him. "Where is she?" Dabi stayed silent. Erasure tightened the hold on him, making him groan in pain. "Where. Is. She." He demanded, punctuating every word. Dabi laughed hysterically, lifting his head to meet Erasure's gaze. He spit blood in his face before he finally answered. "You'll never find her."
You heard the sound of a helicopter and frantically hid behind some stacked crates on the rooftop. Your breathing was shaky as you rummaged thru your bag, grabbing a black hoodie and quickly pulling it over your head so you couldn't be recognized immediately. Tears stained your cheeks as you thought about Dabi, down there all by himself. Sacrificing his freedom to protect you.
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You managed to make it home, undetected. You walked into the little hideout that you and Dabi shared. It felt...empty...coming home without him. When you stepped thru the door, you noticed that one of you had left the tv on before heading out on your mission. The news was plastered on every channel.
Footage of Dabi being put in quirk-canceling cuffs and thrown into the back of a police car, hauled away to God knows where. The headline read "Infamous villain, Dabi, finally taken into police custody." You sat down on your couch, listening to what the female reporter had to say.
"Today there was yet another attack on a hero agency. This time pro Heroes GunHead and Kamui Woods falling victim to this week's attack." The camera panned to an ambulance with Kamui being lifted in on a gurney. You had a small smile at the sight of the hero, helpless and in pain. "There have been no deaths reported this time, but many injuries, including Kamui, Woods being badly injured in the attack." The camera panned back to the female reporter. "U.A. hero students, Deku and Dynamite, thankfully we're nearby on patrol when the attack occurred. The villain Dabi was captured by Erasure and is currently being taken down to the station for questioning." You sighed as the screen switched to someone's cellphone recording of Dabi being put in the police car again. "Whereabouts of his partner, v/n, are still unknown. Police are currently not releasing much more information than that. Stay tuned for more updates on the situation." The tv switched to a commercial. You put your elbows on your knees and buried your face in your palms. You gave a deep, pained sigh, letting a tear fall from your eyes, picturing Dabi right before his flames gave out. He fought so hard to give you a chance to get away. And in a way, you knew that was him reminding you how much he loved you.
You had a realization. Now that they had Touya...they wouldn't stop looking until they got you too. You wiped away your tears and walked into the bedroom you shared with Dabi. His clothes were still strewn all over the floor from that morning, bed still unmade. His phone charger still sprawled across the nightstand and his shirt that you slept in laying on the mess of sheets.
You walked past it all, not wanting to think about it. You dug thru your closet, finding a dark blue suitcase and a matching duffle bag. You began to pack it full of things. Clothes, toiletries, your tools and a few other items. You went into the back of your closet and removed the part of the wall that led to a hidden compartment. You grabbed the large stacks of cash and the fake ID's the two of you had prepared Incase you needed to run. You left his, and a couple stacks of cash there, just in case.
You threw all of the things in your bags and stared at his shirt that laid on the bed. It was his favorite shirt. For no other reason than the fact that you bought it for him. Even tho you ended up wearing it far more than he did, but he didn't mind. You grabbed the shirt and held it up to your nose. His scent was prominent on it.
No matter how many times you washed it, or how many times you wore it, the smell of him lingered on the fabric. You decided to take it with you, throwing it in your bag with everything else. You grabbed the burner phone you kept in your night stand and shoved it in your pocket. Then proceed with removing the SD card from your current phone and powering it off.
As you walked back out into the living room, you heard the news still going. The reporter was holding a microphone to the two young heroes. "WHEN I FIND THAT PSYCHO BITCH IM GONNA KILL HER!" Dynamite yelled into the mic, raging. Deku pulled him back by the arm. "Uh I- I think what Dynamite means is that we're gonna do our best to find v/n and keep this city safe" He beamed into the camera. You picked up the remote and turned off the tv before leaving out the back.
It was getting late and the sun was starting to set. You pulled your hood over your head and put on a face mask. You would have put on sunglasses too, but that would be suspicious at this time of day.
You walked to the nearest convenience store. Not very many people were inside, but just enough for you to be cautious. You quickly grabbed a few snacks and drinks, a bottle of ibuprofen and a box of hair dye. once up to the counter, you fake coughed a few times. Attempting to make them not question why you were wearing a face mask. You put all your stuff on the counter and picked a pack of gum from the lower shelf, as well as a blue lighter from the case next to you. "Can I get a pack of those too, please?" You pointed to a box of cigarettes behind the cashier. They turned, grabbing what you asked and scanning it. "Going on a trip?" The cashier gestured to the suitcase next to you, making small talk as they continued to scan the rest of your things. "Uh, yeah. Going home from visiting my parents." You lied. They just nodded their head and put all of your items in a bag.
"three thousand yen" they spoke, looking up at you. You pulled out your wallet and paid in cash. You headed out the door quickly with your bag, on your way to the nearest subway station.
You got there just in time for the last train to show up. You went up to the ticket counter, doing another fake cough like you did in the convenience store. "One ticket for Hiroshima please." You slid the money in the whole of the bullet proof glass, already knowing how much the ticket would cost. He handed you the ticket, not paying much attention to you. The train arrived shortly after and you got on with a small group of people.
You found yourself a seat in a back corner somewhere where there weren't very many people. Once your ass hit the seat, you let out an exhausted sigh, followed by a yawn. You check the time on your burner phone. It was 11:30 pm. You got comfortable and prepared for your 8 hour train ride out of the city.
This was a back up plan you and Dabi always had in case you ever needed an out. Neither of you ever thought you'd need to use it, but still kept it ready to go just in case. Although...you never thought you'd be sitting on this train without him.
You stared out of the window as the train began to move. Now that you had finally stopped moving, your adrenaline was wearing off and your entire body started to feel sore from being thrown across the room earlier in the day. You reached into your bag and grabbed the bottle of ibuprofen and Gatorade you just bought. You pulled down your mask and popped two pills in your mouth, taking a swig of the drink. You swallowed the pills and relaxed into your seat. Before long you ended up passing out from pure exhaustion and an adrenaline crash.
By the time you woke up, nearly all of the people that got on the train with you were gone, and it was an entirely new group of people. The sun was shining through the glass window, it was morning. You checked your phone. 7am.
"Next stop, Minami Ward, Hiroshima Prefecture." You heard a female voice call over the speaker. Your stomach was screaming at you, having not eaten anything since breakfast yesterday. You reached into your bag and grabbed the chips you'd bought at the convenience store.
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After finally making it to your stop, you found a nearby motel, showing them your fake ID and paying for the room in cash. Once in your room you turned on the tv, searching for all the news channels. You were desperately trying to find anything about Dabi, but there was nothing. But you weren't completely surprised, why would any news channels cover something happening 7 prefectures away?
You were tempted to look it up yourself, but you didn't think it was safe yet to power up your cellphone. You dug thru your bag again, pulling out the box of hair dye you bought. You went into the motel bathroom and sighed. You opened the box, dumping its contents onto the counter. You didn't bother reading the instructions and just started mixing the products that you knew went together.
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You stepped out of the shower, droplets of false color running down your skin. You stood in front of the sink and stared into the mirror at your new look. You felt your necklace vibrate, and out of habit you got excited. Did he manage to get away? Was he coming to find you? You pressed the button and vibrated it back. You waited a few seconds and hit it again. Still nothing. Your expression saddened, realizing that he was probably still in cuffs and with the police.
You'd hoped he'd have a plan and would come to find you soon, however long "soon" was.
~3 years later ~
It's been a long time since you've seen Dabi. After about 3 weeks, you bought a new phone and stopped using the burner. You went online and looked up the incident in Musutafu. The number of headlines and articles about Dabi being arrested were countless. You found out that they sentenced him to life in prison for all the people he's killed and destruction he's caused. There were YouTube videos of him in court and they made you cry. You knew you'd never be able to see him again and it shattered your heart. But there wasn't anything you could do about it.
After leaving the city, you spent a couple weeks at the motel. You considered getting back in the game after a while but it just didn't feel right without Dabi by your side. So you eventually settled on just living like a normal person. You got a job and an apartment with your new identity. All of your coworkers and neighbors have no idea who you truly are. They think you are some quirkless girl with a big family back home. The exact opposite of the truth. You hated this version of yourself but it was your best and only option. You'd gotten used to it after a while and after 3 years, it just became normal.
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It was a Tuesday. It was like any other day. Wake up, go to work, come home, and do it all over again. It was late, around midnight when you'd finally started to be on your way home. You were exhausted and wanted nothing more than to just go to bed. As you were getting in your car, you felt your necklace vibrate. You always wore it because it, and his shirt were the only things that you had. You paused. This necklace hadn't vibrated in years. You put your hand on the necklace and you were about to hit the button to vibrate it back, but you didn't. You knew it wasn't him. There was no way it could have been him. The battery must have been acting up, or it's just shorting out because it's old. You made up excuses and waved it off like nothing. You ignored it and just headed on your way home.
You unlocked your apartment door and you walked in, it was freezing. Maybe you left a window open? Or forgot to turn the thermostat up before leaving? You flipped the light switch and set your bag down on the kitchen counter, throwing your keys next to it. You walked into the small hallway next to the kitchen and checked the thermostat. "63 degrees? Jesus" you mumbled outloud to yourself. As you were turning up the temperature, you heard something. It sounded like a groan coming from the other room. You froze. Was there someone in your apartment??
You turned around and activated your quirk that you haven't used in over a year. You peered into the living room, thru the wall. The lights were off. You saw that the window was open, and the silhouette of a person on your couch. You started to panic a little. You stepped back into the kitchen and grabbed one of your biggest knives.
You held the knife in front of you defensively and walked slowly back into the hallway. You turned the corner and quickly flipped the lights. You froze as the intruder on your couch raised his head to look at you. Your breath got caught in your throat and a tear fell from one of your eyes.
"Hey doll, miss me?" His words were strained and he clenched his abdomen in pain. You immediately dropped the knife, making a thud when it hit the carpeted floor. You ran over to the couch and landed on top of him, pulling him into the tightest hug imaginable. He groaned in pain, and you tried to pull away, realizing that you hurt him. But he wouldn't let you go. He tightened his hold on you and pulled you back into him, letting you know that he didn't care about the pain and just wanted to hold you.
You sobbed into his chest and he caressed your hair. You lifted your head to look at him. "How are you-" you began, but he answered before you finished. "You didn't think I'd let them keep me locked up forever, did you doll?" He smirked. You paused before asking him another question. "How did you find me?" You sniffled. He raised his hand to your face and wiped away your tears with the back of his knuckle. "Like I said, I will always find you." He pulled your face to his, forcing you to push up on your toes, and pressed a kiss to your lips. His hand tangled in the back of your hair and pulled you in to deepen the kiss. You relaxed your weight on him and he groaned again. You pulled away from the kiss and this time he let you. "You're hurt" you stood from the couch. He sat up straight, holding his abdomen again. "It's nothing serious, just got a little beat up on my way out" he laughed and then groaned in pain again. "Come here, let me help" you held out your hand and his gaze lifted to meet yours. He sighed and took your hand as he stood from the couch. He let you lead him to the bathroom. You tapped the counter top twice, signalling for him to take a seat while you dug thru the cabinet for your first aid kit.
Dabi sat up on the counter and proceeded to take off his shirt, letting out yet another groan when he lifted his arms. You looked over, and your face turned a light shade of pink. It had been so long since you'd seen him, and you were still just as attracted to him as you used to be. He leaned back against the mirror and closed his eyes, relaxing his previously tense muscles. You took out all the supplies you needed and set them on the counter next to where he was. Your eyes roamed his torso, noticing all of the dark purple bruises that littered the healthy portions of his skin. The small drips of blood that leaked from where it was sewn together. You grabbed a soft wash cloth and soaked it in warm water. You leaned over him and gently cleaned the blood. He opened his eyes and they roamed your features, studying you. "You look different." His voice was calm. Your eyes darted up to his for just a second before returning to his torso. "Yeah, so do you" you gestured to his now white hair from the lack of dyeing it while in prison.
a small smile crept up on his lips. "You still look just as beautiful as the last time I saw you, y/n." Your words got caught in your throat and your face turned red. All you could do was give him a smile while you put the bloody rag in the sink. You proceeded to put some pain revealing cream on all of his bruises, making him flinch in pain every time you put a little bit of pressure.
"There, that should help." You wiped off your hands with a clean rag and stood up straight. Without hesitation, he pulled you into another hug. He wrapped his arms around you and squeezed tight, burying his head in your neck. "I missed you so much baby" his words sounded pained. You'd never heard him talk like that before. Like he was afraid to let you go. You leaned into the hug and kissed the skin on his shoulder where your head was buried. "I missed you too, Touya." He let out a deep sigh, hearing you call him that. You were the only person he allowed to use that name, or even knew about it, and he hadn't heard it since the last time he saw you. "Don't ever leave me like that again, okay?" A tear began to roll down your cheek. "I promise, I won't." He squeezed you a little tighter.
The two of you stayed that way for a little while before you finally pulled away. "You're probably starving, let me order some food." You wiped away the tears that stained your skin and walked out of the bathroom. Dabi hopped off the counter and followed close behind you. You made your way into the kitchen where you'd set your bag and began to rummage thru it, looking for your phone. "I know how much you like wings, and there's this chicken place around the corner that is just SO good." He watched as you opened your phone and started ordering food, smiling at your excitement.
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"Oh my God, those were so good!" Dabi boasted about the food. "I know right? Some of the best wings I've ever had" you picked up both your plates and took them over to the sink, beginning to wash them. You heard him stand from his seat and begin to walk towards you. "I missed eating real food" he joked. You let out a small laugh. "Yeah, I don't imagine prison food tasted all that good." You felt his arm wrap around your waist and his chest press against your back. "You know what I missed even more tho?" His voice got quiet, almost a whisper. He pushed your hair aside and laid a soft kiss at the nape of your neck. Your face immediately flushed as you shut off the water. "W-what?" Your voice was a bit shaky. He immediately bit into the soft skin of your neck, forcing a whimper from your lips. "Those pretty sounds you used to make for me." He smirked against your skin and kissed the bite mark he left. You bit your bottom lip and closed your eyes as you felt his hands trail up the sides of your body. He grabbed at your hips and tugged you backwards into him, pulling your ass against the growing bulge in his pants. He kissed your neck again. "Every night, I pictured that adorable look on your face when I used to fuck you dumb." His voice was a low growl, digging his fingers into the Doughy skin at your hips. "Tell me, doll..." His hands slipped inside your shirt and his hips pushed you against the counter forcefully. "...how often did you think about me?" He found your breasts and palmed them thru your bra. "e-every day" you let out a small moan and leaned your head back against his shoulder. "Every s-single day Touya." Your face was bright red and you felt the slick gathering in your panties. You clenched your thighs together when you felt one of his hands push past the waist band of your pants and dip into your folds. You hadn't been touched in so long and his warm fingers felt like heaven. He rubbed slow circles around your clit and you pushed your ass against his crotch. Letting out small quiet whines as he worked your sensitive bud. Your hand curled around his arm and held on for support, gripping at his muscles. He loved the way your body responded to his touch, always so sensitive for him, and only him. He continued kissing your neck, marking his territory. "Can't wait to feel that tight little pussy of yours fuck-" he whispered in your ear, breathing out a small moan at the end just from the thought. "All mine" he growled, shoving two fingers inside of you and making you moan loud. He loved watching you whine and squirm under his touch. It was his favorite thing.
He continued shoving his fingers in and out of you, your first orgasm approaching quickly. Your body was slightly quivering and he wrapped an arm right under your breasts, keeping you up straight. He shoved his hand inside your bra and started twisting your nipple between his finger and thumb. He felt your walls clench around his digits and he knew you were close. He curved his fingers and that was enough to send you over the edge. "ngh- fuck!" You yelled, breathing heavy and continuing to moan as you rode out that orgasm, creaming all over his fingers. His pace slowed and then he pulled out of you. He dragged his hand out of you pants and shoved those two fingers in your mouth, making you suck on them. And you did so gladly. He smirked and whispered in your ear once more. "Always so good for me, even after all this time." He kissed the base of your ear and then gently tugged on your lobe with his teeth.
He pulled his fingers out of your mouth and turned you around to face him. He could tell your legs were a little weak, so his hands cupped the back of your thighs and he lifted you to straddle his waist. "let's finish this in bed" you wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned against him as he carried you to your bedroom, peppering soft kisses on his neck the whole way there. You landed on the bed with him on top of you. He pressed a heavy kiss to your lips, shoving his wet tongue down your throat. Your hands snaked into his white hair, pulling him closer to you. The kiss was hungry, like you'd both been starving for each other the past 3 years. And you were. His hands slid inside your shirt again, fingers grazing over your familiar soft skin. He pulled your shirt over your head, and unclipped your bra, pulling it off as fast as he could so he could return his lips to yours. Once your breasts spilled free, both of his hands cupped them and squeezed while your tongue continued to dance with his.
He grinded against you, dragging his clothed erection across the growing wet spot on your pants. He moaned into the kiss, desperately looking for friction. He pulled away from you again, practically ripping your pants off. He threw them across the room and then eagerly removed his own.
When he pulled down his boxers, you watched as his dick bobbed under its own weight. The same piercings lining his shaft, just like you remembered. You bit your bottom lip, remembering what the metal bars felt like dragging against your walls. His lips crashed on yours yet again, like he couldn't get enough of you. You felt his tip slide against your wet folds, coating himself in the sticky liquid before you felt him breach your entrance. The sound he made while going in was heavenly. he gave a throaty moan, feeling you so tight around him. And you were indeed tight, not having felt him in so long. You whimpered as you felt his large member stretch you open to accommodate his size. Only half way in and you were already seeing stars. He pushed in more, bottoming out as you both cried out in pleasure. He didn't move for a minute, savoring the feeling of being buried so deep inside you. You flexed around him a few times, walls fluttering. He was trying desperately not to cum on the spot.
"Fuck I missed you so much ngh-" his words trailed off as his lips connected to your neck. He began to pull out of you, struggling bc of how tight you gripped him. He moved slow at first but it didn't take him very long to grow impatient. He stood on his knees and grabbed your legs, pushing them as far up as they would go, folding you in half. You cried out very loud as he began an ungodly pace. "Nghuh fuck- oh fuck-" he whimpered, wrapping a hand around your throat. He squeezed tight and your breath caught in your lungs. Your mouth opened wide, letting out strained moans of pleasure. Your eyes rolled back in your head and he leaned over you, spitting in your mouth. You swallowed it and then stuck your tongue out for another, which he graciously gave you. Normally, he didn't rush. He'd edge you and make you beg him to fuck you. But right now? He felt like 3 years was a long enough wait and both of you deserved to feel good.
He was approaching an orgasm quickly, and the way he was abusing your g-spot, you were not far behind. "Ugh fuck- Touya, please I'm g-gonna- NGH-UH!" You screamed, cutting yourself off with the massive orgasm that plagued your body. The way you cried out for him sent him over the edge and he filled you to the brim with his white, sticky cum. You both panted heavily as his pace slowed just a bit. He removed his hand from your throat, leaving a bit of a bruise behind. He leaned down to kiss you again, not as aggressive this time. "I'm not done with you just yet, doll" he pulled out of you and flipped you over on your stomach. He watched the cum leak out of you and groaned at the sight, making his dick twitch and stay hard. Feeling a bit more satisfied from one orgasm, he decided to tease you a bit. He rubbed his tip over your clit, ghosting over your entrance. You moaned and pushed backwards, trying desperately to get him back inside you. He smacked your ass hard, making you yelp and turning the skin red. He squeezed it with both hands, kneading it like dough before smacking it again. Tears started to well in your eyes and you pushed back on him again. "I w-want more" you whined. He continued to rub against your clit. "What's the magic word?" He teased. "P-please" you said quietly. You felt him grab a chunk of your hair and yank you backwards. "say it like you mean it doll," the tears fell down your cheeks as you cried out for him. "PLEASE! Please ngh-" before you even got to finish your words, he was buried all the way in you once again. "Good girl" he praised, pounding into you. The sound of slapping sweating skin filled the room along with your cries of pleasure and his loud moaning. He held on tight to your hair and smacked your ass again and again. The sensation he was creating was overwhelming and another orgasm was coming fast. The squelching sound of your already cum filled pussy being pummeled was getting louder.
He leaned over you, pushing your face into the mattress, his chest flush with your back. He reached around and started rubbing rough circles on your clit. Your walls tighten around him and you screamed out again. "That's right baby, cum all over my dick fuck-" He sped up, making your orgasm last longer then it should have. He whined as you milked him and he reached his second orgasm. He repeated a sting of curses as he filled you up once more. Watching it pour out past him at the sheer amount that he released. You continued to cry and whine, still coming down from the last little bit of your climax. He pulled out of you slowly, he felt so sensitive. You were absolutely weak beneath him, just the way he liked it. That same adorable fucked-out expression he remembered plastered all over your face. He ran his hand over your ass, giving the red skin a gentle squeeze. "Let's get you cleaned up." He left the room and came back with a warm wash cloth. He continued to watch as your pussy pushed out all of his cum and watched it drip onto the sheets. He wiped it away and got you all nice and clean.
You were too fucked out to be coherent on your own, so he turned you back over to lay on your back, getting you under the blanket. He made sure the door was locked and the lights were off before coming back to the room.
By the time he came back, you'd gained a little bit of sense and could form words. He climbed into bed next to you and you snuggled up to him. He wrapped his arm around you and let you lay on his chest.
You could hear his steady heartbeat and it was the most comforting sound you'd ever heard. "Hey, Touya?" Your voice was quiet. "Yes doll?" He turned his focus to you. You lifted your head from his chest, looking up at him. "Are you planning on getting back in the game?" You asked, referring to the devious things the two of you used to do together. He let out a sigh, thinking about his answer. "I think we should lay low for a while... But-" he paused, finding his next words. "I don't ever wanna put you in that kind of danger again. Or have to leave you again..." He sighed again, trying to figure out how to explain himself. He shifted a little bit, facing more towards you. "I don't wanna give up on our goal." He tucked some hair behind your ear. "But I wanna keep you safe. You are the most important thing to me, y/n" he gave you a weak smile. He didn't used to talk like this. Being in prison and away from you for so long must have really done something to him. You nodded your head and laid back on his chest, hearing his heart beat again. "I'll go wherever you go, so we'll figure it out together. But no matter what I'll still be by your side, okay?" You closed your eyes, getting comfortable. "Okay." He smiled, rubbing comforting circles on your shoulder. what did he do to deserve someone who was so loyal to him and willing to follow him anywhere. He didn't know, but he was happy he found you nonetheless.
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even tho i feel conflicted lol i do agree w u ab nora and george. honestly the episode that makes me think that the most is the episode where nora tries to be a SAHM. ik it was played for laughs like "oh he's just lazy and loved the lunches she was making" but derek was REALLY happy that she was home all the time and I don't think he'd ever admit it but I do think he really actually just did love having an active/participant?? mom (bc I dont think abby was ever that for them I mean she doesn't even have partial custody????). not saying she should have quit her job and dropped everything bc that probably wasn't even possible financially honestly and I dont think they're like, bad PEOPLE, but there has to be a better way to handle this...... idk real life is complicated and we can't always be what we want to be and I have no idea what I would even do in their position and ur right when you say they're not the WORST, but still. I really don't know lol this is why I'm kind of conflicted but anyway yeah sorry for all this I just wanted to say I agree 😅
Oh I agree. Life is messy and you can't control everything. I'd get it for Abby and George if Derek and Edwin were planned and Marti was an accident. But if they all were planned. Heres the thing I'm not saying that you can't have kids and a career. However, having kids is a commitment. It stops being about you. Kids come first because anything you do or don't do affects them(For the Venturi family you times that by 3). You choose to bring up and rase this person. So if you have kids and a full time big career you need to be smart about it. Three kids with full time big careers is a lot. Especially if the timing and age of said kids are taken into an account(managing would be more easier if said kids were all closer in age and or older), derek was headed into being a young teen. Edwin is heading into middles schooler and baby marit. It's not surprising that Abby and George got a divorce. If they willingly had three kids with full time careers, than it tells a lot about who they are as people. If I had to guess if marti was planned, she was probably a lets try to salvage a our marriage with another baby baby. Of course didn't work. I also have to guess Abby was the one who worked a lot. And considering the time period( late 90s early 2000s). That is probably what started a lot of fights. My guess is George and Abby divorced because they both worked too much. Casey's parents (different situation but still problem because Casey and Lizzie are not close in age), probably because Dennis worked too much and Nora didn't see him a lot and or the kids if (I had to guess Lizzie is an accident baby). So when she isn't working she and Casey are probably doing a lot of the heavy lifting. During and after the divorce probably a lot was put on Casey and Derek to take care of their siblings considering no matter how Casey and Derek act towards their siblings they still 100% adore them. It's not ideal but as separate situations it could have been manageable( the situation probably would have been better if George and Nora stayed single or met and dated other people who didn't have a family and didn't mind that they did. But obviously not realistic). Nora and George in their infinite wisdom in four months( it would have been more understandable if they dated for at least a year) decided to get married and blend their families. Two teenagers, two kids in a middle school range, and a 5 year old. 5 kids with two adults with jobs. That means in the course of four months they quickly dated, liked each other, "fell in love" and got married. Lots of changes over the course of four months and after. So it's not surprising Derek and Casey have issues. Life is messing of course. But as the adults Nora and George should have done better. Especially since they both divorced parents. But again we are shown that they are oblivious and if I had to guess don't think things through. Which makes them emotionally neglecteful and or careless. Your right they are not bad people. But that doesn't make it ok( not saying you did. I'm rambling) Love your comment to me. I love rambling and the life with derek situation just makes me think.
#My thoughts#Me rambling#life with derek#dasey#I just hate people who have a lot a kids#Or people who say and do have big families while having big careers because#They don't think of the emotional and money wise realities of said situations#Especially when their kids are not close in age#This is probably a lot of reasons why people get divorce or why kids have a lot of issues#When I say big families I mean more than two kids.#Three is manageable if the first two are close in age and are almost teens or teens
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Fuyuhiko: I love my daughter so much she’s my precious little angel mwahmwahmwahmwahmwah
Also Fuyuhiko: Yes, hello, can I get the phone number for Stinky Vomity Baby Jail please
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Hey honey, a blurb request for MMIH series can u write abt their firsts? Like the first time the kids say mommy and daddy and their first baby steps and can u add some more firsts plzz ignore this if u don't wanna write love ur writing ❤️❤️
Thank you so much!! Hope you like this. Let me know what you think.
FIRSTS
Pairing : Mob! Tom Holland x Reader
Warnings : fluff
Match made in Hell (series)
Leah had always been more vocal than her brother. Whenever you held her in your arms she would be babbling gibberish cheerfully as if she had lots of things to say to you. And ready to scream the second she didn’t get her way.
“Like mother, like daughter. Bossing everyone around from now itself” Tom had said jokingly once.
You were sitting against the headboard on your bed with Nathan in your arms. A milk bottle in your hand as you fed him before you can put him to sleep.
Tom was laying next to you with Leah comfortably seated on his chest. She was quick to finish her bottle but seemed to be in no mood to go to sleep so Tom was busy playing with her. The sight itself made you smile at how small she was against his broad frame.
“C’mon princess say ‘daddy’ ” Tom said encouragingly one more time. He had been trying to make her say daddy for the past one week with no success. Leah babbled some gibberish in return and then let out a loud squeal clapping her hands gleefully.
“Okay, how about ‘mommy’ baby?” you asked. Her attention turned to you for a moment. She uttered the same gibberish to you smiling before going on to tugging the gold chain around Tom’s neck.
Tom sighed in resignation.
“They are not even one yet you know” you said.
“Well almost one so she can say something”
“You’re just trying to make her say 'daddy' first so you can win the bet” You narrowed your eyes.
“That’s another thing but I want to listen to her say daddy in her sweet little voice. Will you say it for me, love?” Tom cooed. Leah pinched his nose instead with her chubby fingers as Tom let out a small ‘ow’.
You snorted. “Serves you right.”
“Got your mum’s temper as well I see” He chuckled, shaking his head.
His hand reached out to brush away a thick lock of her hair falling over her face. Tom glanced at his little girl lovingly observing how she got your beautiful eyes as well as nose and mouth. A mini version of you.
“Da-da” Leah said absentmindedly, playing with the gold chain. Both of you perked up and looked at each other with wide eyes. A light gasp escaped Tom’s mouth as he sat up with Leah on his lap.
“Did you? Did you just say dada?” He asked her, still thinking he might have heard wrong. Leah just looked at his face with her big round eyes.
“Can you say it again? Can you say dada again Leah?”
“Da-da...dada” She repeated over and over again clapping her hands in joy at her new found word.
“Aww my little princess you don’t know how happy I am” He lifted her and smothered her face with kisses. Leah just giggled having no idea why her dad was almost on the verge of crying out of happiness.
“We are going shopping tomorrow. Will buy you new clothes as well as toys” Tom announced with utmost joy.
“What, are you crazy? She already has dozens of dresses and she’s growing out of them really fast” You argued.
“So we will get her more. Her daddy rules this city and she is his princess and she will be treated like one.” He said proudly as you just shook your head. “Also I won the bet by the way” He gave you a smug look.
“Well we still have this one to decide the winner.” You glanced down at Nathan fast asleep in your lap.
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It was a known fact Nailah was a daddy’s girl while Nathan was a mama’s boy. That boy would never want to leave your side for a minute and since the day he started crawling he has become a serious tripping hazard following you everywhere you go.
You were in the living room as you made Nate and Leah sit on the play mat and gave them their toys. As they got busy playing you decided to make a quick trip to the kitchen and grab some coffee.
Pouring the coffee in a mug you added some sugar, stirring it with a spoon. A gasp left your mouth the moment you turned around to find your one year old son at the doorway. No doubt he had crawled across the hallway to the kitchen following you.
You put the mug on the kitchen counter and was about to go pick him up but then you stopped. You watched him carefully as he grabbed on the side of the door frame and slowly stood up on his wobbly feet. Your heart swelled with happiness as he stood there holding the door frame with a big smile.
“Oh my god Nate! You stood up on your own.” You went and scooped him up in your arms. “C’mere my little man. Mommy is so proud of you.” You said kissing his chubby cheeks.
“Daddy would be so happy to hear about it”
Tom was over the moon when you told him about Nathan learning to walk over the phone. Though he was a little upset that he couldn’t see it himself because he had to fly out to Berlin for a very important business deal to make. You sent him little videos of Nathan trying to walk and falling down after a few steps to cheer him up.
And when he returned from the trip you made sure Nathan was the first one to greet him as he walked up to his dad— still a little wobbly but he has progressed a lot. You should have seen the smile on Tom’s face as he picked him up in his arms.
Leah wasn’t far behind her brother either; it was a matter of days that she might start walking soon enough.
The other day you were in the living room with the twins. You stood Leah up on the mat and slowly removed your hands away from her sides.
“C’mere Leah. Come to daddy” Tom held his arms open smiling. She grinned and took a wobbly step. You held your breath behind her ready to catch her if she falls. Leah took another step as Tom encouraged her more. Suddenly she took two more and rushed over to Tom surprising you both.
“Good job princess” Tom laughed and kissed her. “You’re getting big my little girl.”
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Days went by as your little munchkins grew a little everyday in front of your eyes and learnt new things. You wished you could slow down time because you are already missing the days when they were little.
“Mama, look” Leah broke you out of your thoughts. She showed you the tower she had built with the colorful blocks.
“That's beautiful, sweetie. Well done” You said smiling.
“Nate, come” She then grabbed her brother’s hand and dragged him with her to help her bring more blocks from the toy box.
Tom was sitting beside you on the couch checking his mails on his phone as you watched Nathan and Nailah running around in the room. A line of worry creased your forehead.
Nathan has always been the quieter one. He was happy to observe his surroundings and let his sister take the spotlight. He occasionally babbled and enjoyed pointing at things that interested him but never did he say a complete word and it worried you.
“Y/N you alright darling?” Tom said, noticing your worried expression.
“Hmm... Yeah I’m fine”
“You look worried. C’mon talk to me” He said rubbing your shoulders.
You knew you shouldn’t be worried. It's normal for babies to start talking around 12-18 months of age but nothing can convince your mother’s heart.
“Nothing as such it’s just the twins are almost 16 months where Leah is learning new words everyday Nate hasn’t spoken a single word”
“He is a man of few words” He said jokingly to lighten up your mood.
“Very funny” You grimaced.
“Oh c’mon darling. The doctor told us he will talk to us when he’s ready we can’t force him” He said.
“I know but I still can’t stop worrying. What if something is wrong with him?” You said with concern.
“I’m sure he is fine. Don’t worry darling” He pulled you closer kissing your forehead.
“Dah-lin” You heard and looked at your baby boy standing near the couch.
“What- what did you say bud?” Tom asked him with a wide grin on his face.
“Dahlin” Nate repeated the word pointing at you.
“That’s right bud!” Tom exclaimed. Both of you elated that your son finally said his first word.
“It’s mama baby say mama” you tried to correct him.
“Dahlin” He giggled even more and Tom rolled over laughing at your side.
"It's all your fault" You glared at Tom.
"What do I call you then if not darling?" he said in his defense.
"Dahlin" Nathan said it again as you picked him up and sat him on your lap.
“Well I’m happy you said something but you need to stop calling me darling I've had enough of that name already” You said looking at Tom playfully.
#tom holland#tom holland x reader#tom holland smut#tom holland x y/n#tom holland x you#tom holland fluff#mob! tom#mob! tom holland#dad!tom#tom holland fanfiction
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Prolly a dumb idea but could u make a drunk bea and like girls hitting on her and poppy being protective and furious? If not all good, love ur writing btw
I wanted to post this yesterday but my internet went to hell, and well...shit happens I guess Xd
Anyway, I hope you like this anon, thanks for the prompt.
(Ps.: I don't think there are things such as dumb ideas, all ideas are good ideas, everyone just like their own thing 😁
Ps. 2: I know you said Bea, but I kinda write MC as Sam, so, I hope it doesn't bother you 😖)
Tomorrow
Pairing: Poppy x MC (Sam/Samantha)
Alone in her room, laying on her bed, Poppy stared at her phone.
Her fingers moved without touching the screen, as if they itched to just go for it and write something.
Her conversation with Sam was opened, and their last texts were still there, no new text on sight.
With a groan of frustration she threw her phone aside, not being able to be the first to reach out.
It had been a week since they last talked, their last interaction being their little fight.
Well, more like a fall out.
Sam just had to go and ruin...whatever they were.
Yes, they were spending a lot more time together, and their insults were lacking bite as of late.
But that didn't mean they were going to start dating.
They were enemies!
Why in the world would Sam think they would work as a couple??
Poppy didn't like her. No, absolutely not.
They just clicked in the bedroom, that was all. Not much to it.
And yet, here she was thinking on the one she was supposed to hate.
Poppy sat up, shaking her head of any remaining thought regarding Sam.
She just had an itch that needed scratching, anyone could do, not just Sam.
But, Poppy didn't want anyone.
A groan left her lips, and she quickly got up shaking her head.
A knock on her door brought her out of her thoughts.
"What?" The angry edge of her voice had nothing to do with her thoughts of a certain person.
Of course not.
There was a pause on the other end of the door, and then a sigh of a clearly bored Veronica.
"Chloe wants you to approve her outfit for the Alpha's party."
"No, I don't!" Chloe squeaked.
Poppy rolled her eyes and went to open her door.
Veronica was -as always- with her face practically glued to her phone, and Chloe just stood there fidgeting under Poppy's scanning eyes.
"Lose the scarf, it doesn't match the dress. And put on that jacket you bought with Veronica."
Chloe lit up and nodded, quickly retreating to her room to do just that.
Poppy's attention then drifted to Veronica, who remained in front of her door.
"What is it?" She asked.
"You're coming with us." Veronica stated, leaving no room for objection.
Action that caused Poppy to raise an eyebrow. What the hell happened for people to stop fearing her??
"And why would I do that?"
"You're the president."
Right.
A lot of baby Zetas were going to the party, they had to make sure they didn't do anything stupid.
"Besides, you've been sulking ever since you split up with Sam."
"I have not been sulking!" Poppy exclaimed in indignation. "And we didn't split up, we were never together!"
Veronica lifted her eyes from her phone, a very incredulous look on her face.
"Riiight." She said with clear amusement.
"We weren't!"
Veronica rolled her eyes, "whatever, just get your things."
Poppy wanted to argue, but Veronica was already leaving with her attention once again on her phone.
Muttering curses under her breath, the blonde slammed her door and got ready to leave.
She was still the sorority's president.
And maybe, she did need a distraction.
-x-
A few hours into the party and Poppy was ready to leave.
As usual, the alphas were already wasted and embarrassing themselves.
There were already a few videos worth of blackmailing material on her phone. Just in case.
In her opinion, the party was already over, and she didn't feel like entertaining a bunch of drunk alphas.
Her job as president was also already done. So there wasn't anything else for her to do there.
Making her way across the sea of drunk college students, her eyes caught the familiar waves of dark blonde hair.
Instantly, Poppy's attention drifted to the other side of the room.
Where Sam was clearly wasted, if her swaying on her feet was any clue.
Poppy was about to turn her eyes away and leave, but before she could do that, she saw one of the baby Zetas going over to Sam and touching her arm.
A frown appeared on her features and her jaw clenched.
Sam was led onto the "dance floor", and the girl practically draped herself all over a confused Sam, as if her drunk brain hadn't completely caught up on what was happening.
Rage ignited in her veins at the display.
How dare she? Whatever her name was...!
With purpose in her steps, Poppy made her way over to them. Sam was the first to notice, and her face lit up like a Christmas tree. It made Poppy's heart skip a bit, but she didn't forget what her purpose was.
As soon as she reached them, Poppy tugged on Sam's arm, and she instantly went by her side.
The Zeta girl's eyes widened in surprise at the sight of her president.
"Scram." Poppy said, and the girl didn't need to be told twice -she instantly fled from the scene.
"Heeeey, Poptart..." Sam slurred but there was a grin on her lips.
The taller girl swayed on her feet and Poppy sighed.
"Come on, I'll take you to your room."
Sam didn't object, she seemed happy to just be talking to her.
Maybe their radio silence had affected them more than Poppy previously thought.
But then again, it wasn't like Sam couldn't text her. Why did it have to be Poppy the first to break?
Walking with a drunk person needing assistance to stay upright, proved to be quite a challenge.
But Poppy was known to take on any challenge thrown her way. This was no different.
And so, they reached their destination in less than an hour.
Zoey was probably still at the party, but Poppy had been in Sam's dorm enough times to know the place in and out.
.
After managing to get Sam ready for bed, and actually put her inside her covers, Poppy was ready to leave.
"I wanted to text you..." Sam mumbled before Poppy could leave her room.
"Why didn't you?"
"You said it was just sex."
Right.
Poppy was the one who left.
She was the one whose pride took the better of her. And she ruined it.
She remembered it clearly. How Sam asked her to stay the night after one of their hook ups, only for her to say it was just sex and nothing more.
It was-
It was supposed to be just that.
They were supposed to hate each other. But they didn't anymore.
At some point, everything changed.
It wasn't just Sam.
Poppy felt the same.
Maybe it was time to stop running from the truth.
The silence was charged with many things unsaid.
And Poppy decided to let her actions speak the words she failed to say.
She took a seat in front of Sam's vanity mirror, borrowing some of her things to take off her make up.
"What are you doing?" Sam asked from her spot on the bed, a confused frown on her features.
Poppy didn't answer, instead after cleaning off her face, she took some clothes from Sam's wardrobe and changed into them.
After that, she went towards the bed, with Sam's eyes following her every move.
"Well?"
"What?" Sam asked, still at a loss of what was happening.
"Scooch over."
Poppy waited, an amused smile forming on her lips at the -still- confused face of Sam.
It took a couple of minutes for Sam to finally do as told, and when she did, Poppy slipped under the covers and settled nicely by Sam's side, resting her head on the latter's shoulder.
"Poppy...?" There was nervous tilt on Sam's voice, and Poppy smiled.
"We'll talk tomorrow."
"You're staying the night?"
"Yes."
Even though she couldn't see well due to the darkness of the room, Poppy could practically feel Sam's smile, and with a content smile of her own, she cuddled closer to her...something.
They still had to talk about it. But, it was a start.
To many more tomorrows.
I just realized that maybe I didn't totally fit your prompt anon, I'm sorry 🥺
I hope you still liked this, though 💖
*please forgive my grammar errors, it's kinda hard to write in another language with very few hours of sleep 😅*
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I see that ur request is open, u don't have to do mine (I just rly wanna see how this gonna turn out 🤡)
But may i request a yandere farmer x fem reader
(I'm not rly into any fandom so you can just pick any or Rhys is fine too 👀)
My jam, and you know what? I owe everyone named Alex something, so let me create this wonderful buff farmer!yandere named Alex who I don’t kill off this time, I promise. Enjoy!
I uh, did hint at my ideas for yandere farmers with Milo from Pokémon before so yeah. Let’s go over that again, shall we? I’ll give a warning for pet play for those unfamiliar.
Rated Lime
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It’s still early in the morning when you hear the jarring sound of the barn door opening. For a moment, you hope that all you experienced for the last few days had been a dream, but your body still aches from sleeping on the cold ground, revealing the heavy truth. You can hear the chipper, “Good morning, ladies!” as the cows start to moo in response, the unbearable smell of fecal and urine drifting towards you with the fresh air coming in from outside.
It’s time to get up, scream, do something! But you blink a few times, your swollen eyes barely opening after you cried yourself to sleep last night, and you look at the iron cuffs around your wrists. Why even trying? you ask yourself, immediately discarding the thought and pushing yourself from the floor. No, it’s too early to give up. You can’t let yourself down like this yet.
“And good morning, Sunshine.” The voice next to you makes you flinch as you look up into the chestnut eyes of your captor. He tips his cap, smiling. You’re disgusted by his presence alone, but a sweet smell comes your way. Leaning over the wooden barriers he put up as your ‘pen’, Alex holds a plate in his hands, pancakes stacking up on top of it with blueberries rolling off of them. The food is still warm, steam visibly rising from them in the colder morning air.
He looks at you expectantly when you don’t make a move, only trying to hide the saliva building in your mouth. You haven’t had a homemade breakfast in a long time, much less proper food in the last few days. There is no telling if your body can still stomach something as delicious as pancakes, but you prefer it so much more than the weird grain mix he also feeds to the cows and would shove down your throat. “Thought you might be hungry, Babe,” he smiles as he sees the desire in your eyes, his own gaze never straying from you, taking in every last flinch and move of yours.
In a way, you are like a wild animal to him, that much he told you. He restricted your movements with chains, fed you like cattle, and treated you like a dog, cooing and using the carrot and stick method to handle you. It’s disgusting, but by now, you at least feel as dirty as one. Using the fork he brought along, Alex cuts off a piece from the breakfast, eating from it first, his eyes staring into yours as he does it. Did he do it to show he didn’t poison it? Does he want to claim this plate of pancakes for himself? But why would he bring it to you in the first place if that’s the case?
Still chewing, he puts the fork down, pulling another pancake piece off the plate with his bare fingers, and holds it out to you. He was eager to lessen the distance between you and him from day one, but his dirty methods made you want to spit in his face. Stomach growling, you are at a loss of what to do. If you let him feed you like a dog, there was no way he’d keep it at that, but perhaps this was your only chance on receiving actual, human food he’d give you if you refuse him.
Your chains rattle as you scoot closer, refusing to play the captured animal and crawl on all fours. Every muscle of yours is sore and hurt from the cold, but there is no other way, the chains around your wrists and ankles keeping you down with their weight. Instead, you stretch your neck as far as possible, your back tensing up in response until your mouth is under his fingers and the piece of pancake hanging from them. But Alex doesn’t just let the food go, watching you with an excited grin as you carefully put the piece between your teeth. Only then does he let go, and you are able to claim the sweet sensation on your tongue as yours.
Eager, Alex holds out another piece, and you take it without even swallowing the first one completely. Something in you completely set out as your brain is satisfied with sugary sweet and fluffy pancakes melting in your mouth, their warmth going through your whole body. You are hooked on the rush of food, you don’t notice your tongue lapping up the syrup on his fingers with the next piece of pancake until it’s too late. But Alex notices, his lips immediately turning into a disgusting grin of self-satisfaction, and he reaches for your face, fingers curling under your chin and thumb rubbing over your cheek.
Immediately, you shy away, disgusted by his touch and disappointed in yourself that you didn’t see it coming. In the reflection of his wide-open, maniacally staring eyes, you can see how dirty and disgusting you are after living like a barn animal for days, and that is precisely how Alex sees you. An animal that he just touched for the first time. Who came to him of their own free will. To him, it is progress. To you, despair.
“Come,” he entices, luring you with more pancakes, but you feign disinterest. “Don’t be scared now. I know you like it.”
The pancakes? Yes. Him? Not at all.
“You need to eat to get big and strong, you know?”
“I’m not a baby animal,” you hiss back, putting on the meanest glare you can muster.
“You sure act like one,” Alex reminds you tauntingly, his smile unfading but his expression less amused than it had been before. “Licking at my fingers, coming to me for food. Don’t you think that’s what a good pet does? You’ve been holed up in your corner for too long. You should be more grateful for my efforts, just like the cows.”
Gnawing at your lip, your eyes fall from his to the pancake slowly growing cold. Only now do you realize he has been feeding you with these fingers of his without your knowledge if they were dirty or clean. Being a farmer, you never know where he puts them before approaching you, and you grow more disgusted for having fallen into this trap he had laid out for you.
Suddenly, for the first time, you hear him sigh. Even when he scratched his head and wondered what to do with you before, he never once had sighed. Somehow, it makes you shudder, a bad feeling spreading in your stomach as he hangs his head, shaking it.
“I’m not asking much, you know. Here’s the deal.” His eyes are ice-cold as he looks up again, and Alex roughly throws the piece of pancake to the floor right in front of you. It no longer looks appetizing, but you are more afraid of the man before you than the wasted food. “Eat it,” he orders commandingly, fitting this whole scenario he imagines you two to play in.
“Ew, no--” you want to protest, furrowing your brows when he interrupts you harshly by throwing the whole plate, including the pancakes, to the ground inside your pen. “In less than an hour, your whole fucking pen will be swarmed by ants. But I’ve got something better for you.”
Pointing to the piece of food before you, Alex repeats, “Eat it,” and this time, you don’t dare to respond. “Eat, and you can come inside with me.”
At this, your ears perk up, eyes widening. “I-Inside?” you ask, doubting that he meant what he said. “Yeah. I prepared a nice box for you in the house, warm and cozy. Clean water and a hot shower included, but I need to know that you are willing to listen to me, you understand?”
Body trembling, you sit there like a deer in the headlights. This is too good to be true, and you fear how high the price is that you’d have to pay if agreed. Listening to him can’t possibly be the only thing he’d want once you were inside, but you watch as the first few flies come over from the cows, wanting to get a piece of the delicious breakfast wasted on the ground. You’d have no peace if you stayed here - never.
Your hand reaches out but just as quickly pulls back. “What will we do inside?” you squeak, unable to control your anxious stuttering. Now that Alex’s lips curl back into a smile, you see his sinister side for the first time. He is leaning casually onto the barricade, but his whole demeanor changed into something horrifying, something that gives you the vibes of a sick and twisted person more than ever. “Don’t ask, just decide. Eat and come inside with me, or stay here between cows, piss, and shit. Maybe you can be useful for milk production?”
The pure horror of thinking about what that fate would entail makes you go weak, and in less than a few seconds, you had gobbled up the piece of pancake, stuffing it into your mouth. Immediately you feel the recoil of your body after doing something so disgusting, but you hold back from spitting it out, already having come so far. “Good girl,” he praises you in a belittling tone like you’d use for pets and children. Opening up your pen by unlocking the many locks he had put on for safety, Alex doesn’t mind the food on the ground, neither slipping on it and breaking his neck like you hoped for, nor having shards of the plate go through his boots.
“Give me your hand,” he asks, holding his own out until you slowly lift yours into his. The chains are way too heavy, but the fear keeps you working even though your wrists are open wounds from the chafing cuffs. “Good,” he keeps praising, repeating the progress for your other hand. “You’re learning so quickly, look at you. Attagirl!”
You don’t dare to rub your bleeding wrists as they are finally free, but a giant boulder falls from your heart as you feel relief set in. “Damn, you do need a good bath, though,” Alex mutters as he sits down beside you, proceeding to uncuff your ankles. You feel a sense of shame, not being able to smell yourself anymore but not wanting to imagine it either.
Finally, you are free of all restrains, but before you can try doing anything funny, Alex picks you up in his arms, his broad chest in front of your face and the smell of aftershave and sweat filling your nose. You didn’t know that was how he smelled. After all, he brought you here unconscious, and when you woke up, you were already in this shitty pen, cuffed and gagged for the first two days.
“Feeling good?” he asks you as he notices how quiet you’ve gotten, not much left of your spiteful self that would scream and curse at him before. You nod slowly, not looking up. Looking at him from close-up might cause you to puke after all, and you’ve worked too hard to get to this point. Alex gives you a rough, scolding shake, and you instinctively grip onto his shirt. “Tell me.”
“Yes...” you mumble, hoping that will be enough to satisfy him, and Alex gives you another sigh before shrugging lightly and adjusting you in his arms. “That’s something we can work on,” he promises you for another time, and you keep your head low as he carries you outside.
It’s been way too long that you saw the morning dew on the grass, fog covering the fields in the distance, and the sun only starting to fully rise above you. It makes you look up in awe, unknowingly being observed by a curious pair of eyes from above. Being outside again almost makes the trouble worth it, and you are able to find happiness in this small victory.
But you have yet to grasp the consequences of your decision. Even if it looked great in the image you had in your mind, you aren’t aware of the state of the house inside, what was waiting for you behind the pretty facade of a farmer’s home. The demands he has of you that Alex had yet to reveal and how eager he was to train his adorable little darling. Make you just as dependant and obsessed with him as his animals were, while you’d share their place at the end of the bed for a long time.
And you didn’t even know about the collar yet.
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A/N: Oh god, I haven’t written anything in the present tense for a loooong time. I hope it was readable! Sorry in advance if I messed up occasionally, I tried to get everything sorted out properly... >_< Still, a very enjoyable write and I hope the read as well!
#yandere!farmer#farmer#yandere farmer#yandere#yandere imagines#yandere headcanons#yandere scenarios#yandere fanfiction#yandere writing#yandere stories#yandere oneshots#yandere oneshot#yandere drabble#yandere x reader#yandere x darling#Yandere TW
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Sugar Daddy turned sour
Request: Hi!!!! read all of ur works its all amazing cant believe ur new.. can i request for a yan sugar daddy taehyung x reader x yan sugar daddy jungkook. they found out that that y/n have 2 sugar daddies and they lost their sanity(as if they even have that)...Thank u and YOU GOOD,KEEP GOING💜💞💞💞💞😘😁
A/N: I don't know how to post a reply to a personal message yet because I am new and Tumblr deficient 😅 But I hope you like the scenario ^-^ thanks for the request 💜
Here for Part 2
Summary: Juggling two guys and getting everything you want from them has always been easy for you, and Taehyung and Jungkook are no exception. Or so you thought.
Trigger warnings: Mentions of non-con, assault, cheating, violence.
Yandere! Taehyung
Yandere! Jungkook
Sunday. Taehyungs day.
You open your webcam, checking your eyeliner quickly in the startup view as you wait for the Tae to pick up on the other side. He pops up quickly a beaming smile filling his face.
“Y/n! Baby, I’ve missed you.” He’s radiant. As happy and as bubbly he always is.
You go along listening to him excitedly run through his past few days, telling you everything in excruciating detail as he jumps from one half-finished thought to another. He may be an adult but he certainly has a young soul. The whole while you feign attention, your fingers continually fidgeting with the diamond necklace or the matching bracelet he had sent you a few weeks back.
“How was your weekend?” He finally gets around to asking.
“Not so good. I always have to work so much," You complain, batting your eyes at the camera.
“You could always quit and come live with me.” He jokes-but not really. It’s a topic he has raised 3 times already. And you have the same answer ready as always.
“Daddy, you know I’m a strong and independent woman. I could never let someone else pay for me.” You pout, running your tongue over your lower lip while pushing your chest up a little to draw attention. “It’s just my rent is so expensive. I feel like I work just to pay the bills.”
In truth, your rent is already being covered by someone else. But he doesn’t need to know that.
While you continue to run through the fabricated details of your weekend, Taehyung is distracted, looking down at his phone. You know what's happening. It’s like a game. And you’re winning. Your banking app sends a notification, letting you know that K. Taehyung has just sent you a payment.
You open it up. Yep. That's rent for the month. Or more, money for that new TV you wanted.
“Oh! Daddy, noo.” You whine down the camera. “You can’t. I am okay. Really. Please don’t spend your money on me.” You frown if only to stop the smile that is fighting to fill your face.
“I want to baby. I have the money, and I just want you to be happy. Don’t stress about bills okay. I’m here.”
Sometimes, it’s almost too easy.
“Okay Daddy, if you insist.”
Tuesday. Jungkooks day.
With Jungkook it’s a much more straightforward transaction. He has said he wants to pay for you and he hates the back and forth pretences. He just wants you to say thank you, smile pretty, and give him all your attention.
“Do you need anything more for the week?” He asks through the camera.
“No Daddy, you take such good care of me. Thank you.” You smile.
“You still have the weekend of the 14th off?” He raises his eyebrows suggestively. Off-screen you quickly scan through your calendar.
14th, 15th and 16th: Jk weekend.
Hmm, that came up quicker than you expected. You try to keep your booty calls with them as far apart as possible.
“Of course, I’m so excited! I haven’t seen you in weeks.” You say, it been less than 100% truthful.
“Months.” He corrects with a surreptitious undertone.
“Where are we staying this time?”
You always insist to stay in hotels. Because ‘your apartment feels too busy and mundane, and you want the time you spend with him to be magical and undistracted’. Honestly, you just don’t want him, either of them, in your personal space. You purposefully chose boys who live a few hours away. It’s hard enough to keep them separated in your everyday life with them being far away. It could only get messy for them to know where you live and how to reach you in person.
You’ve certainly gotten smart at this. Arranging the two men into different days of the week, scheduling them into your calendar to keep them apart and unaware of the other. Both had specifically said very early on that they do not want to share you with anyone else. And that you were all theirs. And while both of them seemed to trust you, you knew their reactions would be unpleasant, to say the least, if they found out about the other.
Sugar Daddies can be so possessive.
But while both these men are very handsome, money is better and more reliable than boys. And if they are stupid enough to spend it all on you, why should you care.
The week passes quickly and it’s the 14th. Once more you find yourself in the lobby of a 5-star hotel. Jungkook arrived in town early and sent you a message with the room number.
Time to actually work for your money.
You knock on the door only to find it slightly open. Entering there is a trail of rose petals lining the floor leading into the suite. All the lights are dimmed with a warmth of candlelight filling the room. This is so typically Jungkook. Pulling out all the stops to try to impress.
Dropping your bag at the entrance, you close the door behind you and explore inwards.
“Daddy?” You call out in a singsong voice. Your heels clack on the tiled floor as you round the corner into the living room. Jungkook is sitting on the lounge, one leg crossed over the other, arms rested up over the back. You smile at seeing him. You always seem to forget just how stunning he is in person.
“Which one of us are you referring to?” A deep voice startles you from behind. You jolt, spinning to see Taehyung standing behind you leaning against the wall.
Holy fuck.
Your mind starts to jumble through what is happening. Thinking about what it was that might have given you away. Evaluating how much they may know. And planning your next move.
Damn it. You doubt you’ll be able to smooth talk your way out of this with Jungkook. He’s too direct and absolute. So you’ll just have to accept that that relationship is over. However, you might be able to salvage this situation with Taehyung if you play your cards right. Being defensive should do the trick.
“What is this?” You snap, keeping focused on Taehyung. “This is such a violation of my privacy! You keep smothering me Taehyung! See this is why I tried to find someone else to hang out with.” You stomp your foot. He would always wrap around your finger so quickly with the little girl act.
“Ha!” He blurts out a short laugh in contradiction to how you expected him to react. “Wow. No, go on. I want to see where this is going.”
“Do you think we only just found out about each other?” Jungkook pipes up, coming from the couch.
You sigh. You had almost saved enough for a holiday to the Maldives too. But they seem to know too much. Fine. You can burn both relationships. They were starting to get too clingy anyway. “Whatever.” You roll your eyes. You got all you could from them. Time to move on to the next.
As you shrug them off, Taehyung steps into the path of the front door.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Both he and Jungkook start to close in tighter. There is a cold tone to his words. Something far too close to a threat for your comfort. Even in heels, both men naturally stand taller than you which usually wouldn’t bother you. But with an unsteadiness to your footing and a very short dress on, in a dark room with two men you have used and spurned, you are feeling even more vulnerable than you feel you should.
“Move.” You order.
A smirk on his lips, Taehyung lifts his hand up and backhands you, knocking you back a few stumbled steps. You gasp, your hand clinging to your cheek, eyes wide in shock. He starts forward, Jungkook intervening, standing between the two of you.
You can not believe he just hit you! He has never done anything like that before.
“No, don’t do that.” He stops Taehyung as he starts to swing again. Shaking all over, you’re relieved that one of them is seeing sense. You take the outstretched hand of Jungkook, lip trembling from the burn on your cheek. He draws you closer and you wrap into him for protection. In the same motion, his free hand swings down punching you in the stomach, doubling you over, dropping you to the floor. “If you hit her head, she might get spaced out. I want her to feel this.”
His words send a chill down your spine. This can not be happening.
“Are you crazy!” You gape, trying to speak while gulping down air. Your head is dizzy, your lungs burning. Kicking off your heels for better movement, you climb back up to your feet not wanting to engage either man. Eyes focused you look past Taehyung to the door, storming forward. “I’m leaving. We’ll forget all of this, okay.” You bargain through short, panicked breath.
Taehyungs large hand slams you into the wall, pressing his palm against your shoulder. He follows Jungkooks lead, pounding his fist into your gut. And then again. And again. His hold removes letting you free and you plummet to the ground, crying within broken huffs while cradling your battered torso.
“You’re right. That is better.” He laughs at Jungkook.
“Stop!” You beg, unable to raise your voice above a soft yelp.
“What's wrong baby? You wanted two men. Now you have them.” Taehyungs bright smile returns to his face. This time with an entirely different meaning than it had ever had until it shifts into a straight, harsh look that you have never seen from him. “Didn't you always say you wished there was some way you could repay me?”
“You said that to me too.” Jungkook joins his side, both hovering above you, trapping you between them, the wall, and the floor.
Leaning down Jungkooks hand follows you as you squirm away from him. His fingers wrapped around your throat and lift you up, keeping you against the wall. He takes advantage of you being stuck, leaning into you pressing his lips to yours as you resist as much as you can.
“Baby, you’re going to pay us back for every dollar we spent on you.” He snarls.
Taehyung turns your face to him, also forcing a kiss on you. “Don’t worry, Y/n, you’ll see that we know how to share.”
Part 2
#yandere bts#yandere jungkook#yandere taehyung#sugadaddy#cheating#bts smut#bts fanfic#bts#yandere#yandere bangtan#taekook#bts reactions#bangtan reactions#jungkook#taehyung
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I am here with a request for smoker if u could pls write “I’m too sober for this.” “You don’t even drink.” “Maybe I should start.” with him. I don't know why but I see him as a really big and scary dude who's a baby on the inside. But thanks for your hard work! And I love ur writing.
Aw thanks <3 and I'll give it a shot. Smoker is pretty fun to write. I struggled to come up with a situation so I hope you had something like this in mind.
Smoker x GN Reader
Cannon verse
SFW
TW: Alcohol
Word Count: 481
This sort of work was below you both, you’d have never been sent out to deal with a simple bar fight but as marines you had a sense of duty. You couldn’t rightfully walk past the bar that had screaming and shouting that spilled into the street, you had to go and check it out.
Bursting though the swinging doors like they were made of paper, Smoker inhaled before exhaling a large amount of smoke. You popped up beside him and watched the tendrils of grey under the control of the logia user wind in and out of the crowd of drunken people, pulling them apart from each other, pushing the spectators further away and breaking up the brawl on the ground.
“The fuck is everyone’s problem” He muttered when as soon as they were pulled apart they grabbed at each other again. You watched as Smoker walked over to the two men fighting, grabbing them by the collars and lifting them into the air so he could give them a glare.
Both shut up and stopped trying to take swipes at one another as they dangled in the large man’s grip. “Mind telling me what’s going on?” He tried to keep the obvious annoyance out of his voice, but he was never good at hiding how he really felt, his face painting a picture of a man this close to banging the two idiots’ heads together.
“He slept with my wife!” One yelled in outrage “She’s your sister!” the other cried out.
You blinked slowly trying to process what the hell they’d just said, “And why is everyone else fighting?” You asked the bar tender who had been trying to clean up the mess some of the other brawlers had made.
“Oh, ya know, any excuse for a fight around here aye?”
There it was, the eyebrow twitch, the tell-tale sign of Smoker’s jaw clenching. “I’m going to write up a fine and report you to the local law enforcement, that is no reason to start a fight!” well, it was you thought to yourself. Weird.
Smoker dropped the two idiots and you started to take their details. Smoker waited for you outside, leaning against the wall. You finished up with no further issues from the pair. He watched you push past the doors “All done, what a mess” You shook your head, it hadn’t been difficult, but it was still interesting.
“I’m too sober for this.” Smoker rubbed the bridge of his nose, eyes closed and letting out a ragged sigh. “You don’t even drink.” You quipped “Maybe I should start.”
“We are technically off duty right now boss, we could sneak off and have a few drinks?” You nudged him playfully, he barely felt it but glanced down at your beaming face, the grin and awkward wink at him. “I think I’ll take you up on that rookie”
#smoker one piece x reader#smoker x reader#one piece x reader#one piece reader insert#sfw#tw: alcohol#gender neutral reader
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hq boys reacting to u having a nightmare pt 1
warnings: none!! maybe a little bit of angst but its mostly just fluff hehe
characters: kenma, kuroo
a/n: haiiii hehehe how r u guys!!! im trying to write a lot lately because i think i will be out of town for the next few weeks and will be unable to write <//3 i'll try my best to tho if i can :DD
request status: open <3
❀ kenma:
- he's awake at night usually playing video games as ur cuddled into his side sleeping
- at first he doesn't think anything's wrong with u because ur just shifting around in ur sleep so he shrugs it off
- but after a few minutes he hears u breathing erratically and he brings a gentle hand to ur head to check up on u
- "y/n, are u ok? wake up.. hey wake up" he's trying to shake u awake and at this point he's just scared that something is going on and he can't help u
- u jolt awake, panting, and kenma's staring at u with a scared/shocked expression before he reaches for ur hand bc he knows that physical touch can help bring u back even in the slightest
- "is everything ok, baby?" he asks but then he gets all blushy when u suddenly go to rest ur head against his chest and hide ur face in his sleeping shirt
- "i had a nightmare" is all u manage and u can barely remember what the dream was about, but u easily recognized the feeling of distress and shut ur eyes tightly
- "do u want to talk about it? we can if u want to,, but if u don't that's ok too,,," he mumbles, gently petting ur hair to calm u
- u shake ur head and he nods, understanding that maybe this wasn't the best time for conversation
- for the rest of the night, kenma treats u with gentle care and puts the covers over u after giving u a drink of water and settling in bed with u
- "this time i'll protect u,," he says shyly before wrapping his arms around u and tucking ur head into his chest <33
❀ kuroo:
- unlike kenma, i think that kuroo is more of a deep sleeper and it doesn't help that he sleeps with his head sandwiched between his pillow (it drowns out sound)
- u shift around the shared bed, whimpering and whining about something quietly,,, u shift some more and u accidentally end up kicking kuroos leg away in ur sleeping state
- kuroo groans and lifts his head up to turn the lamp on and get a good look at u before he realizes u kicked him in ur sleep
- his eyes trace ur sleeping form, ur face, and glistening tears on ur cheeks,,,? kuroo frowns and leans over to gently wipe them away
- u wake up at the contact of his hand on ur face and when u fully look up at him, the tears are back and ur crying against him
- "hey- shhh, why are u crying, lovely?" kuroo coos at u and guides u to a state where u can catch ur breath
- "i had a really bad dream just now- where u,," ur voice trails off as u recall the moment in ur dream where kuroo shoved u away before he proposed he wanted to break up with u
- "where i what?" he's patient with u, he's always been and he's curious as to where this is going and what u were thinking
- "u hurt me and then we broke up. but ur here now and i-" u fumble with ur words, realizing how stupid u must sound in front of him right now, but kuroo understands what ur trying to get across
- "ooh,, it must've been scary." kuroo says, tucking u back into the covers before kissing the top of ur head lovingly
- "im sorry if i hurt u in ur dream, dear." he rubs gentle circles onto ur skin to calm u down, "but i promise i don't want to break up, okay? i love u more than anything,,"
- he looks down at u again but chuckles when ur already sound asleep against him ^__^
#haikyuu fanfiction#haikyuu fluff#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu x you#kuroo tetsuro imagine#kuroo x reader#kuroo fluff#kenma x y/n#kenma scenario#kenma fluff
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