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godslino · 17 days

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HARD LAUNCH | minho drabble. established relationship.

“Do you guys have french fries?”

“Minho.” you hiss, nudging his shin beneath the table.

He cocks an eyebrow before turning back to the waitress. She smiles softly, laughing at the two of you.

“We do, yes.”

“Wonderful,” Minho grins, “We’ll have a side order of those too.”

“Perfect. I’ll put that in for you guys and check back soon.” The waitress says happily, collecting the menus and scurrying off to tend to another table.

As soon as she’s out of earshot, you groan, covering your face with your hands.

“Why would you do that?”

Minho chuckles, shakes his head probably. You wouldn’t know since you can’t see him.

“Do what?”

Still using one hand to cover your eyes, you pull the other away, pointing an accusatory finger in his direction. “I told you I’d be fine. Why’d you have to ask for french fries? That’s so embarrassing.”

Minho hums. Unbothered. “You know what’s worse?”

“Literally nothing.” you mumble, returning your other hand to your face. It only serves to muffle your voice more. “This is humiliating. We’re in a nice restaurant and you ordered french fries because of me. Oh God. I’m going to hide in the bathroom.”

A good choice, you think. Minho’s in god damn slacks for crying out loud. Every second that passes is another second that your pity order of french fries is probably spending in the deep fryer, right next to the lobster tail and shrimp tartar that everyone else has a mature enough palate to eat.

Before you can move to get up and make a beeline for the toilet, you feel Minho’s fingers wrap around your wrists, pulling until your hands give way to your face. You crack one eye open and then the other, his amused expression coming into view.

“What’s worse than ordering french fries is me knowing you’ll be hungry if there isn’t something familiar for you on the table.” he says pointedly, like your reason for feeling embarrassed is unnecessary. “Besides, who said I didn’t want any?”

“Min, look around,” you say, turning your head to glance at the room, “The napkins are cloth. Cloth! Nicer than my bed sheets. We can’t be seen eating french fries in a place like this. I told you I’d be—”

“—fine. Because as long as you’re here I can do anything.” Minho recites, word for word, cutting you off.

Heat rushes to your cheeks immediately, spreads like wildfire when Minho smiles and leans on to his forearms. His button up tightens over his shoulders, hugs his arms, sleeves rolled up to the elbow.

“Just like how you’re doing this for me, let me do something for you.”

You and Minho have been seeing each other for four months now, but even at that, you’re still not used to his straightforwardness.

Seeing Minho has been nothing short of a dream. What started as just interacting at parties because of mutual friends eventually gave way to him asking for your number, and then hanging out separate from your friend group, until one day he plucked up the courage to ask you out. Since then, the two of you have been inseparable, always spending every free moment together. Laughing, talking, even sometimes just existing in the same space. It’s nice. So, so nice.

“Shouldn’t I be the one blushing right now?” Minho teases.

“Shut up.” you say, tearing your gaze away from him.

He laughs again before reaching out and placing a hand on top of yours. Soft. Minho is unbelievably soft.

It’s the thing you love the most about him. But more than that, more than the delicate skin of his fingers or the brush of his lips against yours, you love the softness of his eyes.

Minho is hard to crack, his emotions shrouded most of the time. Not that he wants to be, but because that’s just how he operates, or so you’ve learned.

But despite all of that, his eyes are a dead giveaway. When he’s looking at pictures of his cats, or staring at you from across the room, or right now as steaming plates of some of the finest cuisine Seoul has to offer are being placed in front of him.

“Holy shit.” he whispers, staring in awe as the waitress walks away from the table.

“Is it rude for me to take a picture? Like, would anyone get offended?”

Minho scoffs. “Babe, I would be offended if you didn’t document this right now.”

“Okay, okay,” you laugh, pulling out your phone.

“Do I get to be in it this time?”

You look up to find Minho pouting across the table. Another thing about your relationship— nobody knows yet.

You’ve been teasing about the possibility of a boyfriend for two months now, you and Minho only having made it official about a few weeks ago. The most anyone has been able to see are carefully positioned photos where only his hand or other inconspicuous parts of him are visible.

It’s not that you don’t want people to know. It’s just hard with his job and all. Privacy reasons.

"For someone who likes to claim that people won't give me a hard time because of your fame you sure do seem eager to test that theory."

Minho smiles mischievously. “Well, yes. But I’m also waiting because I want to show you off.”

You busy yourself with opening your camera app to stop the heat creeping up your neck. “Yeah, yeah. You big flirt.”

Minho laughs but obliges, scoots back to let you get a good few pictures of the food.

Photos aren’t enough to do it justice, though. So you opt for a video, scanning the table with your camera, only the bottom half of his torso visible across the table. A silk white button up only three-fourths of the way buttoned, sleeves rolled to his elbows.

Minho watches silently, his face unreadable. And then, at the last second, he dips his head down so fast you don’t even realize what’s happening until his face is fully in the shot, a shit-eating grin pushing his eyes into crescent moons.

“Min!” you laugh, ending the recording.

He chuckles, straightening back out. “Post it.”

“Are you insane?”

“No, but I’m going to be if you don’t post it and then eat with me.” He nudges the plate of french fries towards you. “Come on.”

“You really want me to post it? You’re sure?”

Minho smiles. Soft. “Never been more sure about anything in my life.” he says, neither of you willing to address the weight of his words.

He grabs your hand, plants a kiss on the back of your knuckles. The resulting flip of your stomach is enough to give you the courage to hit post and tuck your phone away.

Whatever happens, you’ll deal with it later. Together.

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thebisexualdogdad · 7 months

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One Piece preferences - how they tell you that they like you (GN!reader)

Luffy -

● Luffy is not one for shame or embarrassment yet he's always nervous around you

● he always awkwardly rambles when you're near him

● and he even asks if you want the last bite of food before he takes it for himself like usual

● he goes to Usopp first for advice which Sanji and Zoro overhears and tells him to ignore Usopp's terrible advice and listen to them instead

● which then Nami overhears and calls them all idiots and gives Luffy actually good advice

● Luffy finally tells you he likes you but rambles again while talking so you kiss him to shut him up

Nami -

● she doesn't

● you have to make the first move

● even when you do tell her you like her she makes you work for it

● "I'll go out with you when we find the one piece"

● "I'm holding you to that"

● a couple months later when she thinks you've proven yourself she sets two plates of food in front of you guys

● "what's this?"

● "we're on a date"

● "I thought you weren't going to go out with me until we found the one piece?"

● "I changed my mind now start eating before I change it again"

Sanji -

● He is very confident and makes it known he likes you the moment you meet

● He flirts with you the entire time you're eating in the baratie

● "Anything else I can get for you cutie? I've been told I make a mighty fine dessert, that is unless you want me for dessert instead"

● "just the check please sweet talker"

● he brings the check to you with his number written on the bottom

● "just so you know I do accept tips in the form of a date"

Zoro -

● no matter how much Luffy points out to Zoro that he likes you he refuses to acknowledge his feelings for you

● It's not until you get critically hurt in a fight that he finally admits to himself that he likes you

● you've been unconscious for days and he never leaves your side while you're recovering

● you wake up to him sitting at your bedside and you've never seen him look this worried

● "thank God I thought I lost you"

● "you saying you care about me Zoro?"

● "yes Y/N, I care you about you a lot so please don't do that to me again"

Usopp -

● always brings you flowers and little trinkets

● "I saw this in town and thought you'd like it"

● names one of his slingshot moves after you

● all around gentleman trying to woo you

● Zoro "you know he likes you right"

● "of course I know, I just think it's sweet how hard he tries"

● the first time you kiss him on the cheek to thank him for your gift he blushes so hard and nearly faints

● he goes around proudly telling everyone that you kissed him and that he's your boyfriend now

Buggy -

● puts on an entire show for you

● pulling out all of his best jokes and stunts

● making the crowd cheer extra hard

● he does a huge speech throughout the entire performance about how you two could conquer the world together

● and how he needs you by his side to be the best pirate he can be

● for his final trick he uses his powers to send his hand up to you with a bouquet of flowers

● "what do you say Y/N? Want to be my co captain?"

Shanks -

● whenever he's in town he tells you stories of his adventures over drinks at the bar

● and always gives you part of his treasure that his crew found on their recent voyage as gifts

● "You're really giving me this? Do you know how valuable it is?"

● "There's no treasure in this world that I value more than you"

● "well Shanks it sounds like you're trying to tell me that you like me"

● "I would travel the entire ocean for you my dear Y/N and I would love if you joined me on my next adventure"

Mihawk-

● Literally kills a guy for you

● you're complaining about some jerk you ran into at the bar

● he mumbles "he shall pay for disrespecting my Y/N" and excuses himself

● he returns a little bit later with the guys decapitated head in his hand and blood on his shirt

● "you said you had a problem with this guy so I killed him in your honor"

● "Oh thats… sweet"

● "I knew you'd be impressed. So, dinner?"

Cabaji -

● always tries to look cool in front of you

● doing tricks on his unicycle

● like riding it through a flaming hoop

● or having you stand on his shoulders while he cycles around the ring

● or putting someone on the spinning wheel and throwing knives at them landing impossibly close to their skin

● "that was cool wasn't it Y/N"

● "sure was Cabaji"

● "So what do you say you and I get drinks together sometime?"

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fbfh · 10 months

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Tristin Dugray relationship and intimacy hcs

wc: 1.1k

pairing: tristin x afab reader

genre: smut smut feelings smut

warnings: dumbfucking, tristin is a cocky bastard and a slut and a whore (all affectionate), pussydrunk tristin, brief mentions of exhibitionism and tristin having bull energy, hickeys, cute jealousy, tristin is an attention whore (affectionate), other girls are jelly of you bc tristin likes you that fuckin much, tristin has a vaguely bad homelife, use of mary as a pet name

song recs: mary - alex g, break my heart - spectacular cast

a/n: this boy.... has consumed way more of my brain space than I anticipated??? he grabbed me by the fucking throat lol

tags @yesv01 @magcon7280

As with all nsfw works all characters are aged up to 18+

That being said HOLY SHIT LETS GET INTO IT

Tristin Dugray is one horny motherfucker

Like really seriously horny

Stage 5 thirsty for you specifically

Like I said in that one drabble he’s a cocky attention whore until a certain point

Then he just gets completely stupid

His goal is to fuck both of you absolutely dumb, and he’s really good at it

Even when he has you both completely stupid, he’s still gonna keep going

Like until he collapses on top of you

But before he gets so pussydrunk that all he can do is pant and grunt and whine in your ear

He absolutely talks you through it

God this boy just can’t shut up can he

So he’ll guide you and tease you and coax more and more out of you

He’ll call you mary and babble out praise

And he’ll soak up every expression you make

Every noise you let out

GOD just looking at you??? It takes so much energy not to cum on the spot

Tristin already knows that no one can fuck you like he can

But he’s even more willing to prove it for you

Not gonna lie, he has major bull energy

Tristin can sweep you off your feet and charm you away from anyone else vying for your attention

Then he can push his fat cock snugly inside you and make you squirt and shower you with attention

He ruins you for anyone else by giving you ultimate princess treatment

God the duality of this man

Speaking of his fat cock, he’s hung like a goddamn horse

Like he’s already so fucking perfect

He’s hot as fuck, loaded, actually has a personality, he likes you that much, he’s loyal

And he’s packing??????

It’s almost unfair

But yeah Tristin is the whole package (pun intended)

He can do whatever he wants. Literally anything.

Because he’s this hot, you’re going to have to be prepared for a lot of jealousy from the plethora of girls who have a crush on him

Which is almost all of them

Girls get so fucking pissed when you have bruises and hickeys and can’t walk

Like seriously

It’s impossible to be friends with any girls that know Tristin because boy keeps you marked up

And they don’t like that

He’s so tantalizingly close to them but agonizingly out of reach

They hate it even more when he smells like you and has your love bites all over him

He proudly shows that shit off

Along with all the scratches you leave on his back

And an occasional pair of panties left in his pocket

Nothing makes him happier than having your scent and marks and presence all over him

Once he finds out about bra strap bracelets????? You make him one and he will never take that shit off

Gets pouty when his hickeys fade and asks you for more

He pulls you into his lap and bites your ear playfully

“Well Mary, your friends need to know that I’m taken, don’t they?”

“It’s not my friends that I’m worried about…”

He pauses kissing your neck to look up at you with a cocky gaze just full of victory as your words sink in

“You are jealous…”

GOD HE LOVES WHEN YOU GET JEALOUS AND POSSESSIVE OVER HIM

ACTUALLY MAKES HIM MOTHERFUCKING FERAL

It has this energy

Oh my god oh my god and watching his hair grow back out from his military school buzzcut???

When it’s finally long enough to tug and flop over and tickle your face and neck while he fucks you?????

And brush all softly against your thighs when he goes down on you???????

Best era tbh

And Tristin really does love going down on you a lot

He has some almost pleasure dom tendencies???

Someone hose this boy down

Just fucking neuter him at this point

Seriously once he gets a taste of you, it’s game over

Tristin is easily the biggest fucking slut you’ve ever met

But he’s only a slut for you

Literally

All he wants is you

So when he has you, he’s going all out

All the way

Hitting all the spots (literally and figuratively)

Don’t let him find out about your g spot

He already abuses your clit enough as it is

Just cause he loves the face you make when you orgasm

He gets kind of obsessed with making you cum

Seriously he will sneak off with you for quickies and hand stuff in some really risky places

He doesn’t even care about getting caught at this point

He just loves seeing how nervous and turned on it makes you

And he loves having something to tease you about

Seriously this man will whore himself out to you at a moments notice

He’s so fucking touch starved that it’s really nice to have something long term and serious with you like this

It’s all he’s wanted for a really long time

Even with Summer, he tried everything he could to make it work

I think it’s safe to assume he has a similar homelife to Paris

Specifically from the quote regarding Paris’s baggage when Tristin said “yeah, [I have] a matching set”

You’re not being too subtle there babe

So with all the inconsistencies and instability he’s dealt with through the years

You really are a breath of fresh air

Tristin wants to be committed

He wants someone that he can give all of himself to

When he met you there was a terrifying moment where he felt his priorities shift

He knew that if his options were a safe choice or you, he’d choose you hands down

But now he gets both

He gets that consistency and devotion and commitment

And he gets it with you

So you better believe he is not fucking this up

He is going to put everything he has into this

Because he knows how you deserve to be treated

And he knows he can’t lose you

Which means he just has to be the kind of man that you deserve

One of the most beautiful parts of dating Tristin is getting to grow together and watch him really blossom alongside you

You are the catalyst

You are what made him into who he is today

And he wouldn’t want this with anyone else but you

#tristin dugray #tristin dugray x reader #tristin dugray smut #gilmore girls #gilmore girls smut #gilmore girls x reader #tristan dugray smut #tristan dugray #tristan dugray x reader #motherfucker #the brain rot i've had for this bitch???? unfathomable

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bigfatbimbo · 3 months

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silly low effort Vox x reader headcanons —

Silly headcanons because Vox is one goofy piece of shit. It’s very comical actually. Like if you live together he would come home and literally just bitch and bitch about his day. Even if he actually considered it a good day, that wouldn’t stop him. Sings very loudly in the shower in hopes that you’ll hear him and tell him how great he sounds. No one fishes for compliments like this man. It’s really funny how he does it because he like give you prompts. “Oh yea, this afternoons live broadcast was, or at least I thought, one of the better ones of the week. What about you? What’d you think?” And then he’d hit you with the most insincere smile and blink at you expectantly. I think he’d work best with a reader who doesn’t play into his shit. He needs a reality check to get his ego in order, let’s be real. But definitely not one that’s anything like Val; AKA overly critical and negative. Give him a good amount of praise but not in a yes-man type of way. He already has too many workers like that. Like a good sincere, specific compliment would knock him flat on his ass. I said in a recent shitpost that was super ticklish and I meant it! The back of his head where his wires are and the sides of his stomach are his most sensitive spots. If you spontaneously attack you by tickling him, he’ll literally loose his shit laughing and be so caught off guard. ”Holy shit—hah— stop! Stop it—“ He’d practically seethe through violent giggles. “—y/n—pfft—this isn’t funny!” And then he’d pretend to be all pissed off after you finally stopped, but in reality he liked the attention. He likes to keep his walls up and not be vulnerable but, given the right approach, I don’t think it would be that hard to fluster him. I saw a headcanon where his eyes can make heart shapes and I second this. When you make him blush his screen would just light up brighter and his eyes would turn to hearts. Then he’d be like “God FUCKING dammit! Shut the fuck up, already!” because of how obvious it would be. He’d have to put his hands over his screen and turn away from you. But he’d be very annoyed the whole time which would lead to this comical pissed off blushy rage. He gets really excited about things easily, leading to a bunch of excess energy and he’d probably get really loud too. This doesn’t only happen when you’re watching something he’s really invested in, although that is the more often situation. You could be playing a board game and he’d get unbelievably happy if he was winning. Hell, maybe your just listening, really listening, too one of his ideas for Voxtech. Usually the other vees kinda just go on their phones when he’s like this, maybe even tell him to shut up. Although that probably doesn’t bother him that much, he’d be genuinely taken aback if you listen. He’d probably stop half way through his excited rambling and notice you just looking at him. Tell him how cute he looks I DARE YOU. Que the angry blushing as he hides his screen. He’s also a huge complainer. Like HUGE he’s actually unbareable. He considers himself the least spoiled out of the Vees, and yeah, probably. But that doesn’t mean he isn’t. “Yeah, and the fucking press was all over my ass today about ‘safety’ or some shit. I played it off fantastically as per usual but god, they’re annoying.” ”Yes, Vox. God forbid they bother prince charming over here.” ”Exactly!” I also think he’d want your attention like 24/7 on the clock. Like if you even stop to talk to anyone else he’d probably cross his arms, tap his foot, and just fucking pout. Maybe he’d even sigh dramatically in your direction and check his watch because if you can’t tell, Vox is very high maintenance. All the Vees are in fact. He’d get jealous very easily too if your attention is directed at anyone else. ”Who are you texting? Is that a ‘good friend’ or something? Hm. You only texted me twice today.” I also think that he would like cuddling after a long day like with his screen resting on your chest and watching tv with you. He’d never ask though, so you’d just have to know when to offer.

He also would like it when you rub his back and treat him gently like that. He probably wouldn’t be used to gentle touch. Probably also falls alseep on you a lot.

a/n — Take these all with a grain of salt BY THE WAY. Because I titled these ‘silly’ headcanons for a reason.

This doesn’t include how terrible he would be (manipulative, selfish, etc) because I just felt like doing something light hearted without angst!

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel fluff #hazbin hotel vox #vox x you #vox x reader #hazbin vox #vox #silly low effort headcanons

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diorsluv · 29 days

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feather , the drama queen

“ i say she’s too dramatic ”

series m. list

( socialmedia!au )

yourusername

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guess who ran into connor bedard at the family function 😱 he was looking at me weird n shit cuz me and mark were cosplaying as rapunzel and flynn rider

also i love taking screenshots of my bf and his goofy brothers when they look stupid!

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→ markestapa FR

→ luca.fantilli FR

→ jackhughes FR

→ rutgermcgroarty FR

→ _alexturcotte FR

→ _quinnhughes FR

→ trevorzegras FR

→ dylanduke25 FR

→ jamie.drysdale FR

→ colecaufield FR

→ mackie.samo FR

→ yourusername not again 😭

username88 is she ever gonna go away

luca.fantilli but when you think about it.. luke probably DID text her to provoke that post

→ yourusername LMFAO he would neverrrrr right? lhughes_06

→ lhughes_06 um

→ lhughes_06 i don’t wanna lie to you

→ yourusername oh

→ luca.fantilli oh shit 🤯

→ jamie.drysdale what.

→ markestapa DUDE I THOUGHT YOU BLOCKED HER lhughes_06

→ edwards.73 there’s no fucking way

→ _quinnhughes …

username20 goddamn what happened under luca’s comment 😭😭

username24 holy shit there’s no way luke actually texted her again

username80 oh my god???

notes ) cliffhanger 🙊🙊 yes we’re back but not really (?) this one’s been sitting in the drafts for a while so.. i hope it’s fairly adequate LMAOO

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aestherin · 1 year

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privacy

37: it's all yours

NOTE a gift from me 🤍 a long chapter. thank you for waiting!! 🤍

This is surely a nightmare.

You swore you could cry from the sheer feeling of dread alone.

'What the actual fuck is this? Why are we here? Hello? What is this? This is surely the wrong stop. I wanna scream. Why here oh my god?'

Even though you were still inside your manager's car, it was visible how gray the skies were. Rain wasn't present, at least not yet, but the clouds looked so heavy, as if they were carrying a heavy burden.

They looked just about ready to burst.

You found it laughable, how even the heavens above seemed to reflect how you were feeling.

Your manager took the liberty of opening your car door for you, mainly because you were taking too long. "Get off."

You looked up at her, holding tightly to your seatbelt and refusing to let go.

"I don't wanna get out."

"Why are we here in this haunting place anyway?" You forced a smile, which she returned with a suspicious one. "I told you, didn't I? The CEO of Cypressus wants to meet you."

"Here?"

"Why else would we be here?" She questioned back, now also removing your seatbelt for you. "If you don't get out, we would be late for our appointment. That's not a good impression to make for a VIP, [Name]."

"Why are we meeting at Ayato's family house?" You cried out.

"Oh, this is his house? I didn't know. I just followed the address their CEO gave me."

This is eerie. Something about this is not right. Why —

"Stop thinking. Clear your mind, we have someone to meet."

The immense friction between the ground and your shoes (caused by your manager literally dragging you) can be heard, aside from you and your companion's quick banters. Well, it was actually mostly you crying out questions and her attempting to make you shut up.

Going through the short path on the way to the estate's gate, you noticed that barely anything has changed. As expected, their residence was well-maintained. Given the amount of staff and resources they have, it would be even weirder if they did not manage to keep the estate in its pristine state.

The only difference between your previous visit and now?

No personnel of the Kamisato clan is on sight.

Perhaps they are all inside? Or all of them have day offs today? Or maybe they all decided to file a leave on the very same day? Maybe the CEO of that famous bubble tea shop rented out the whole place to meet you? Wait, is a family residence even available for rent —

"We're here," your manager stated as both of you arrived at the gate.

"I really don't wanna do this."

"You're just gonna talk."

"'You're'? You mean me? Not 'we'? Are you leaving me alone?" You were on the verge of crying. It wasn't that you were sad. It was out of nervousness. Thank Celestia that no matter what heavy emotion you feel, you tend to cry.

Sad? Crying. Anxious? Sobbing. Angry? In tears.

Amidst your internal chaos, your beloved manager simply shrugged. "He requested to talk to you personally, not me."

"And you obliged?"

"It's for your own good."

"You sound like my mother."

"You think I don't notice that you're stalling?" she eyed you. You then felt both hands on your shoulder, forcing you to face the estate that brought you so many memories all at once. A little push, and voila!

You're all alone now.

It was not until you heard the heavy sound of the gate shutting that you turned around. "What the fuck?! Manager?!"

"Best wishes!" She yelled from the other side. Best wishes? Really? It's not like she's sending me off to get married, right?

... Right?

You stayed as still as a stone for a few minutes. Was this place really deserted? And where the heck is Cypressus' CEO? Is he inside? Should you go inside? Do you even dare to enter?

You gave your wristwatch a glance and realized you're already a few minutes late beyond call time. Maybe you really should stop wasting time outside and go in.

You were only able to take a few steps along the stoned path before you heard the main door creak.

It was a sound that could be heard anywhere, and yet... this specific noise, in this very place... it made your heart drop.

What you saw was even worse.

You could've died.

Out came a tall, fine man in an all white outfit consisting of a simple button-down and slacks, still oh so refined as ever.

How many days has it been? Or maybe even weeks, since you last saw each other?

Your heart was confused.

Those enchanting lavender eyes of his remained on you. They were magnetic, yet repelling all the same. Magnetic in a sense that you want nothing to do but just run straight into his arms, because you missed him so damn much. Repelling, because at the same time, you also want to run away for fear of confrontation.

Fear of falling even deeper.

Fear of falling into the depths, until no return.

Your lips slightly parted. It was hard to breathe — this instance, this atmosphere, his presence. It was too much. Too much for your little brittle heart to handle.

"[Name]," he uttered.

Fuck. And now you heard his voice? You were surely on the road to damnation.

Meanwhile, you weren't aware, but the man in front of you was likewise, dying. Dying to get close, dying to touch you, hug you, kiss you.

Dying to be with you, again.

Ayato silently rejoiced that you did not run away immediately at the sight of him. He feared that once you saw him, you would instantly go away, far and out of his reach. Thank the archons she stayed.

As he made his way towards you, you stayed still. You didn't even know how you managed to keep the eye contact with him. And then you notice.

He is a remarkable actor, but you've seen his genuine smile plenty enough to know that everything he's outright expressing is feigned. His lips may display a slight curve, but his eyes... They never lie. In them were weariness, sadness... longing.

Ayato now stood directly in front of you. "Hey," his voice cracked. "I missed you."

"Hi," you forced out a smile too.

It was a long time of looking at each other in silence, with faux smiles plastered on. No one dared to make a noise, nor an action.

Until Ayato couldn't take it anymore and pulled you into a tight hug.

His head sunk on your shoulders. You could feel all of his weight on you, as if he was deliberately sharing with you how exhausted he was from everything. How spent he was, and how your appearance at his house today was his only saving grace in a long time.

You froze.

You felt him shift slightly — no, he was shaking.

"Love," desperation was evident in his voice. "I —"

Ayato couldn't even talk. The composure he tried so hard to muster while waiting for you crumbled, just like that. One glimpse of you, and he broke. Are you now thinking how pathetic he is? Do you despise him now? Of course you do. Why wouldn't —

He felt your fingers caress his hair.

A simple gesture. Yet when it was combined with so much pining, sorrow, and despair... he couldn't stop himself anymore from sobbing in your embrace.

His last attempt at faking collectedness was hiding himself even further into the crook of your neck.

"Why are you crying?" You spoke softly. "I should be the one doing that," you joked.

"I know." Ayato's voice was muffled. Despite the situation, you can't help thinking how cute he was like this. Of course, you definitely prefer him being his usual cool self over him being a broken mess.

But it was a wonder, getting to see him like this, and getting to experience a new side of him.

The two of you stayed like that for a while: him trying to hide his crying in your shoulder (although his faint noises ratted him out) and you continuing to run your fingers through the tufts of his hair.

It wasn't awkward at all, contrary to what one would expect. Rather, it was warm and comfortable, not until he pulled himself away.

Your eyes travelled down, together with him.

"I'm sorry," his voice was low as he looked up at you. Kamisato Ayato, the renowned celebrity, the man with sharp lavender eyes, the scheming man that you've grown to love, the man that you would put above everything, even yourself, just fell to his knees. Groveling. Pleading. Begging.

But what exactly was he sorry for? Weren't you the one who owes an apology? After all, you were the one who suddenly announced that you two 'broke up' — as if there was even really something going on — without even waiting a response from him.

Then you ghosted everyone.

So really, what was your darling actor sorry for?

He held your hands, eyes still on you. "For everything, love. For dragging you into this whole mess. For being an asshole. For being such a stupid fuck."

Ayato breathed.

"For being a damned coward who is afraid of rejection and can't even express his feelings genuinely that he urged you into entering a faking relationship with himself just so he can experience having one with you."

What?

"So please," he leaned his forehead against your thigh, now looking down. "Forgive me and let me fix everything."

"Ayato —"

"Let me fix everything, with me by your side. With us, together."

With that, he was forced to look up as you pulled him. Ayato was still holding your hand even after the change in position, refusing to let you go.

"Ayato." This time, it's you whose voice wavers. "We can't. You know we can't. At least I can't."

"[Name]," he whined. "Love, please."

You took in his appearance. He looked like a mess, everything about him was. His disheveled hair, his teary eyes, his inconsistent breathing.

And yet, you still found him flawless.

"You don't have to forgive me right away. Fuck, you can even torment me. I just want us to be like before, maybe even better," Ayato beseeched.

"I can't believe you still want me," you forced a laugh. "I left you. Announced a break up. I fucking ignored you. All without notice."

"And I deserved all of it."

"No you didn't! You treated me so, so right," tears were now seeping. "You were everything I could ever ask for, love. And what was I to you in return?"

You sobbed.

You hated how memories of everything flashed in your mind.

How he was the perfect fucking lover despite everything being fake, how he never slighted you at the very least, how unfair you were to him sometimes (most times), how he would do just about anything you want, how you kept steering away from him without a word, how unreasonable you were after seeing a single fucking tweet online.

How you left him hanging.

"I was someone who was swayed easily! I was unfair. I kept doubting you, even if I didn't have the right to. You were perfect, I was flawed. You —"

"I wasn't perfect. I know that. Because if I was, you wouldn't have to suffer like how you've been," Ayato frowned. He knew he was the one to blame, and yet... why were you blaming only yourself?

He does not like it when you talk that way about yourself. If you could see yourself through his eyes, he wonders, would you still look at yourself as someone so low and unworthy? He attempts to change the topic subtly. "We're both human. We aren't flawless. A perfect fucking match, [Name]. So why don't we just be with each other —"

"— but I hurt you!"

"And I don't give a fuck." He breathes. "Heck, I would even let you do it again — infinite times more if you wish. Pain me. Hurt me. Break my heart all you want — it's all yours, love."

"But for God's sake, [Name]... please don't leave me."

privacy — ayato x reader smau

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starrshaddow · 4 months

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part 3 of that uni mizu

she walked you to the bus stop that night and even went on the bus with you just to make sure you'll get home safe

You didnt talk much on the way there

The gang didnt really react much when you both said you're leaving

They all just shared a look (it was like they're telling each other "holy shit did our plan work??") then said goodbye

When you asked mizu what was bothering her

She just glanced at you with a really soft gaze paired with a gentle smile

"nothing. I thought there was, but i was wrong."

Then it ends there.

You're both just comfortable in your shared silence.

The kind of comfortable silence that's distinctly just for the two of you. Always shared by nobody else except the two of you.

When you reach your place, you turn to her.

"do you think you'll be able to get home? There's barely any busses at this time."

"i'll manage." then she smiles again, you cant help but notice how much she's smiling so softly today, "dont worry."

You shook your head and took her hand, dragging her in the lobby of the apartment

"you're staying."

She looked like a confused puppy when you dragged her to the elevators, but does not complain. She just lets you.

Honestly its pretty cute

Right now, you look and act like the most responsible between the two of you

Anyways when you guys get to your apartment she lowkey standing by the doorway, awkward and stiff af

You just glance back at her confused because why hasnt the door shut yet??

Then she just standing there like a damn scarecrow

"uh, are you going to come in? You've been here like- before?"

"oh- right." she said and closes the door behind her.

You snort.

"whats up with you? Are you tipsy?"

She doesnt say anything, just smiles (like she knows something you dont know) and waves it off

Mizu's zoning out because shes internally panicking about whether or not she should just tell you she likes you right here, right now. But you think she just drunk or something 😭

Anyways

Its fucking awkward 😭😭😭😭😭😭

You dont know why it suddenly got awkward

mizu CANT even tell it got awkward (still internally panicking, her mind is literally just: oh god should i tell her? What if she rejects me? Its a lot harder not to tell her than to wait 3 hours for a bus outside, should i tell her????????)

"mizu."

"(y/n)

You two called each other at the same time

Mizu has this expression, like a shy/surprised/nervous expression- which, by the way, is so not llike her cheeky, sly, teasing, aloof, serious, and sometimes cold face

You couldnt help but chuckle

AND MIZU'S FACE GETS EVEN MORE SHY/SURPRISED/NERVOUS (she's tryna get the courage to confess to you and you laugh at her 😭😭 how you expect her to react)

"i'm sorry, i'm sorry!" you quickly said when she looks away from you (now looking kinda defeated, it takes you back to the time she asked you a random question and you practically howled in laughter- its not your fault you find everything hilarious) "you just looked so shy and flustered earlier, it's cute!"

Mizu doesnt respond, shes just frowning now

Now you dont know what to do

"i'm sorry, what were you going to say?"

Mizu pauses for a moment and she just groans and holds her face in her hands

"i dont know anymore, it was a lot easier in my head but now-" she sighs, and she just sounds kinda sad. "i dont know."

Then she looks at you, with that soft gaze again

"how about you? What were you going to say?"

"oh, i was just going to ask if you want some tea or coffee, i'm going to make one."

"tea is fine."

When you leave she's just sitting on your couch, thinking.

This isnt how she wanted this confession to go.

She wanted to tell you somewhere else. Maybe outside during spring. When the trees are blooming and everything is shrouded in pink.

Or when it's winter, when you'll be covered in the thickest jackets. Maybe she'd ask you to go ice skating.

What she envisioned... Wasnt here.

At your place.

But as much as she wanted to wait it out, it was a lot harder than she thought.

So when you come back and give her a cup of tea, and you sit beside her on the couch

She just couldnt take it anymore

"I think I'm in love with you."

And 😭😭

She chose the worst fucking moment because now you're coughing up coffee all over your rug

Mizu immediately takes your mug off your hands to place it on the table. She pats you on the back.

she was super embarassed

When you recover, your face was whole red and your eyes were watery. not from her confession but because 1.) the coffee was hot 2.) you think it went in your lungs 3.) cleaning that rug is gonna be such a pain

Oh fuck

you look at her wide eyed

"You what?!"

"Are you okay?"

"No!- i mean yeah,- but forget about that for a sec, what did you just say?"

Mizu purses her lips, and looks at you

"I think I'm in love with you, (Y/n)"

You were unresponsive for a sec

Then there goes your beaming smile and eyes

"really?" you say

Mizu returns the smile and nods

I dont know what mizu was expecting to happen after but you were just really happy to hear her say that

So you went up to her and hugged her really really tightly.

You didnt say it back, but its so obvious. You're a grinning mess and she's a flustered mess.

She returns your hug and buries her face at the crook of your neck.

then you ask her when she had feelings for you

"Since the start." she said. "I just never realized it."

____

I think you let her sleep in your bed

😭😭imagine just saying

"you can sleep with me if you want to."

She turns to you with an eyebrow raised, her face saying "???????????"

"NO NOT THAT WAY-" you panic, "I MEAN LIKE," you deflate and you just sink in the sofa. hoping it'll swallow you whole. "...I meant sleep next to me." you say, embarassed

Now its her turn to laugh at you

"depends. what's your favorite position?"

Your jaw practically fell on the floor, you hit her over and over on the shoulder

"Shut up! Shut the fuck up! I take everything back, you're sleeping outside."

She easily (and achingly gentle) blocks your hits and somewhat loops her arm around your waist to hold you in place (you might fall off the couch).

"But I thought you love me back?"

"Not anymore, you're an asshole."

You're frowning, while she's smiling triumphantly.

Then she fixes your hair, and holds you by your head to tilt it down so she can press a kiss at the top of your head. She rests her chin on your head after she pulled away.

It was... so sweet and somewhat longing that it made your heart ache.

it finally crashed on you all at once how much she've been waiting to hold you like that.

So you wrap your arms around her waist and buried your face on her neck.

It feels right.

To be with her, to be around her.

It feels so natural and easy.

you dont have to put in so much effort for every interaction with her to work, same goes with her to you.

And when you two went under your sheets to head off to sleep

It was so domestic

She didnt feel like a stranger in your bed

It was like she was always meant to be there beside you. To be with you.

And you know what's the most interesting?

Mizu fell a sleep quicker than you did.

You just knew when her hand that was threading through your hair slowly grew lax, until it stopped moving.

So, you carefully undid the ties of her hair and let it cascade on the white sheets of your pillow.

You can only hear her low breathing and it was enough to lull you to sleep.

____

Expect that she won't be beside you when you wake up. But she did make you breakfast (you kinda wish she didnt). You just smell something burning and you just know 😭😭

Honestly, the scent of something burning was what made you get up

"mizu, i know you mean well but what even is this." you say staring at the egg she tried to fry that's practically black as coal at the edges.

"...an egg?"

"Wha-??? This was the first thing i taught you???Weren't you paying attention when i was teaching you???"

She pursed her lips

"no, i was looking at you the entire time."

You didnt know whether to face palm or to be flustered. But you were chuckling.

"mizu, i swear to god. You cant cook an egg without oil!"

"but i did it. i cooked an egg without oil." she said, genuinely confused

"that's not cooked, that's burned!"

It's a miracle that the fire alarm didnt sound off

Also btw, the same day, you saw your rug hanging on your laundry line. You just saw it after you got back home after walking her to the bus stop.

She cleaned it while you were asleep 🥺🥺

____

Ever since mizu became your girlfriend, she started showing you her chaotic, and playful, but sweet, caring, domestic, and loving side

She loves LOVES putting all the stuff you use on the TOP shelf or anywhere high that she can reach but you can't

Imagine your remote suddenly missing for WEEKS. she comes over to your apartment and she goes

"you dont want to watch netflix?"

"no..." you say sadly. "my remote is missing."

then she stands up and fucking- pats the top shelf and pulls out the remote

"What do you mean? It's right here." she said with a cheeky smile

You were just staring at her with your mouth open

"I almost disassembled my couch to look for that!"

"well, you weren't looking hard enough."

"oh, fuck you."

"i love you too."

Okay, that made your annoyance dissipate. She really knows how to get you.

____

Also fun fact, you and mizu kissed during winter. Your face was super cold and you told her about it, so she kissed your lips because your blush would be enough to warm up your face (it worked).

Mizu giggled while you stopped functioning.

___

Usual confessions i read end with nsfw, ive always wanted one that starts innocent and stays that way until the end. its super cute right??

Anways, I ran out of ideas during this time but i really wanted to get this out there 🥲

#mizu x reader #modern mizu

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handmade-witch · 3 months

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Incorrect Quotes Generator x Slytherin Boys part 3:

Part 1 ☆ Part 2 ☆ Part 4 ☆ Part 5 ☆ Part 6

Draco: I'm never having a debate with Mattheo again, they literally started their argument with "Riddle me this."

☆☆☆

*Theodore is casually searching around the room*

Draco: Hey Theodore, what’re you looking for?

Theodore: My will to live.

*[Y/N] walks into the room*

Theodore: Oh, there it is.

☆☆☆

Mattheo: Just trust me. Have I ever put you in an unsafe or uncomfortable situation?

Theodore: All the time.

Mattheo: Then you should be used to it by now.

☆☆☆

*Mattheo and [Y/N] flirting with each other yet again*

Draco: And you two are sure you're not dating?

Mattheo: 100%.

[Y/N]: Of course not! Why would you think that?

Draco: I wonder why that possibility would even cross my mind, [Y/N]. I fucking wonder.

☆☆☆

Lorenzo: Hey, [Y/N]! Did you know your my BFFLWYLION?

[Y/N]: What the hell is that supposed to mean?

Lorenzo: Best Friend For Life Whether You Like It Or Not.

[Y/N]:

[Y/N]: That’s one way to say it, I guess…

☆☆☆

[Y/N]: ARE YOU-

Mattheo: Fucking.

[Y/N]: KIDDING ME?! YOU-

Mattheo: Fucking.

[Y/N]: IDIOT!

Draco: …What was that?

Mattheo: Theodore banned [Y/N] from swearing, so I’m helping them out.

☆☆☆

*Theodore sneezes*

[Y/N]: Theodore, are you sick? Here, let me wrap you in a blanket and hand-feed you some warm soup while singing you a lullaby!

*Draco sneezes*

[Y/N]: Oh my god. Shut the hell up.

☆☆☆

Mattheo: [Y/N], why is Theodore intruding on our cuddle time?

Theodore: [Y/N], why is Mattheo intruding on our cuddle time?

[Y/N], in distress: Please… I have two hands…

☆☆☆

[Y/N]: Why can’t we all just get along?

Mattheo: Because most of us are assholes, [Y/N].

☆☆☆

Lorenzo: You look mentally ill.

[Y/N]: I am. Let’s go.

☆☆☆

[Y/N]: You look good in that hoodie.

Lorenzo: You know where else I'd look good?

[Y/N], zero hesitation: My bed.

Lorenzo, at the same time: By your side- wait, what?

☆☆☆

Theodore: Mattheo isn't talking to me.

Draco: Enjoy it while it lasts.

☆☆☆

[Y/N]: You don't know anything about me!

Mattheo: I know EVERYTHING about you! You are an open book written for very dumb children!

☆☆☆

Mattheo: I love you.

[Y/N]: How many people have you said that to?

Mattheo: Everyone.

[Y/N]: What?

Mattheo: I told everyone that I love you.

☆☆☆

Mattheo: I’m doing my best.

[Y/N]: You’re not doing anything.

Mattheo: Yes, that’s what I’m best at.

☆☆☆

Mattheo, trying to flirt with Theodore: I think both of our families suck.

☆☆☆

*The gang's thoughts on stabbing*

Lorenzo: Would never stab anyone.

[Y/N]: Would stab someone in retaliation.

Draco: Yells "I won't hesitate, bitch!" first.

Mattheo: Would stab without warning.

Blaise: Would stab as a warning.

#slytherin boys #lorenzo berkshire #theodore nott #blaise zabini #draco malfoy #matteo riddle #harry potter universe #incorrect quotes

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morewittepain · 4 months

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some thoughts i had while thinking about college and inevitably connecting it back to my fixations as i always do:

random tbosas college au hcs!!

lucy gray would beg whichever poor soul got forced to be her roommate to push their mattresses together to make a mega bed, but she gets so cozy the first night that she sleeps through all seven of her alarms and misses like three classes.

livia, arachne, and clemensia are all insufferable sorority girls. except arachne and clemensia are super serious about it and livia is only in it for the booze and the lols. she made one joke day 1 of freshman year about being a sorority girl and ended up committing to the bit a little too hard, and now she's too far in to back out.

there's one bar off campus that all the daddy's money students (the academy mentors) started going to to escape from the weird liberal arts kids (the tributes) until one day lucy gray ends up scoring a job playing at said bar and now everyone is significantly bummed out when anyone mentions the place.

riding off of that, we all know that lucy gray is a theatre kid, but she's the most insufferable brand. she runs through the halls singing show tunes, she tries to start flash mobs in the dining hall, and if you mention it once she will not shut up about the theatre club's latest improv show. they did wicked once and she showed up to classes in full green makeup every day throughout the entirety of tech week.

not only is she the theatre kid, she's just the weird kid in general. she shows up to every 8 am class in the most insanely tacky diy outfits. more often than not, she repurposes whatever costume pieces the theatre department was throwing out. it's all craft store gemstones, hot glue, and a metric ton of puffy paint. she's also constantly conjuring flowers out of thin air it seems and passing them out as flower crowns to whoever is within a ten mile radius. mid final she just slowly passes you a whole heap of daisies weaved together and you're left like "??????"

she sets her eyes on someone and either becomes their best friend or worst nightmare.

coryo walking through the front door covered in glitter with a **very** homemade rainbow scarf forcefully tied around his neck and a flower behind his ear: TIGRIS THE WEIRD KID GOT ME ON THE WALK HOME AGAIN AND I COULDN'T OUTRUN HER

sejanus and coryo would dorm together for a total of two months before coryo decides that if he doesn't move off campus he will literally kill himself so he ends up back with tigris and commutes. he's a coward (sejanus snores).

oh god wait no is he a frat boy? i hate that image in my head. GET IT OUT!!

mizzen is significantly younger than everyone else, like 14 or something, and hangs out on campus with coral (bc in my head they're cousins or smthn) and it is quite literally the "uhhhh want a beer?" "HE'S FOUR!!" meme. nobody knows what to do with him. he's just sitting there with an ipad and a yoohoo living his best life until coral makes him do his homework.

coryo fails a situationship twice a week and everyone clowns on him constantly for never being able to get out of the talking stage. one day he's showing up to lucy gray's shows and the next he's ducking behind cars in the parking lot so she doesn't see him. one day he's making out with livia at a party and the next he's crying on the floor while clemensia pats him on the back because nobody loves him. one day he's genuinely hooking up with sejanus and the next he's pretending he was drunk so he can act like he doesn't remember. boo you whore!!! men will do anything BUT therapy.

sejanus is that one kid whose mom is always on campus for some reason and just chilling in their dorm. they're knitting sweaters and watching friends, leave them alone!!

clemensia would be the ra that everyone hates because she would absolutely snitch on your ass to look good, meanwhile lamina is the ra that everyone loves because she's just in it for the free room and is too tired to hunt anyone down for breaking the rules. work smarter, not harder.

reaper is also a weird kid, but in the mysterious artist who just glares at people from across the dining hall and sketches angrily kinda way. he and lucy gray are besties because i said so. he's teaching her how to paint in exchange for guitar lessons, except she can only finger paint and he's left handed and can hardly play her guitar comfortably.

treech and lamina were that one couple that picked the same college during their honeymoon phase in high school and travelled together except it absolutely ruined their relationship and now they hate each other. if you're a girl's girl, though, you take lamina's side because she does no wrong (totally not because she lets you sneak pot into the dorm as long as she "can't see it" so she doesn't have to do a whole night's worth of paperwork).

coral and lucy gray have been dating for half of a semester but pretend to hate each other when they're in public simply for the bit. they're faking petty cat fights, they're glaring at each other in the hallways, but really they're smoochin behind the scenes. they just think they're funny.

it's 5 am and i need to SLEEP but please drop any other headcanons you have about this batshit au because I would love to see them. i'm sure this will make no sense when i reread it in the morning, but trust that i will revisit this subject because them just being normal teenagers is always so funny to me.

#the hunger games #thg #tbosas #tbosas headcanon #thg headcanons #coriolanus snow #lucy gray baird #sejanus plinth #arachne crane #clemensia dovecote #livia cardew #reaper ash #coral tbosas #mizzen tbosas #lamina tbosas #treech tbosas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes

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byersbootyshorts · 2 years

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Guitar Lessons

Summary: Eddie has a thing for playing his guitar at some unholy hour of the night. You're there to punish him for it.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: sub!Eddie, dom!reader, some heavy ass smut, mommy kink, wrist restraints

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: This is the first time I've ever written a one shot let alone a smutty one. Please be nice and enjoy.

You wake up with a start. What the hell is that racket? It takes you a few moments to come to your senses before you realised what had woken you from your peaceful slumber. It was the sound of an electric guitar blasting through the windows of your dingy old trailer.

God, one thing you hated about living in a trailer park was the unrelenting lack of silence. If it wasn’t the wheels of Max’s skateboard on the pavement or a random baby’s cry echoing through the park it was Eddie Munson’s BC Rich Warlock blaring whatever song he felt like playing at two in the morning.

You were surprised when you first moved to the park that none of the other residents did anything about his late-night jam sessions but you weren’t going to let that stop you from trying.

And so, every night you heard that guitar blast through your window you got up, threw on the first hoodie you put your hands on and walked over to the trailer two down from your own.

It started out as a simple telling off. Pounding the door, telling him to shut up because its literally 2am and slamming the door in his face again.

But one day he decided to say something back.

‘Hey, you just moved in, didn’t you?’ he blurted out before you could slam the door on him for the third time that week.

You paused, releasing the tension in your arm that was about to whip the door shut.

‘Uh, yeah. I moved in two trailers down last month,’ you replied, your annoyance reflecting in your voice.

‘You wanna come in?’

And that was where it started. It turned out Eddie wasn’t the asshole he made himself out to be. You’d never admit it but you couldn’t wait for those nights when you’d be awoken by a riff from another Black Sabbath song. Those few hours in the dead of night spent in Eddie’s trailer were some of the best. Underneath his rock star ego was an intriguing guy you couldn’t help but like.

As those nights of talking went on and the two of you got more comfortable around each other it soon became clear it wasn’t just talking you wanted to be doing. What started out as nights of deep conversation turned into nights of, well, deep something else.

Tonight is no different. You scramble to pull on the Hellfire Club shirt you ‘borrowed’ from Eddie as you hear the familiar thrum from down the park. You exit your room, almost running to the door when you hear your mother’s voice coming from her bedroom.

‘Make sure he knows if he plays that goddamn guitar this late again it’ll be me coming over there to give him a piece of my mind!’ she shouts angrily.

‘Oh, don’t worry mom. He’s in for it,’ you reply, stumbling out the door.

You’re barely half way to his trailer when the riff stops and the flimsy door flies open. He’s been watching for you.

Before a you even share a word, you’re pushing him back into the dimly lit living room, lips on his. After a few minutes of silent making out you reluctantly pull away.

‘How many times do I have to tell you to shut the hell up,’ you say between kisses.

‘As many as it takes for you to do that thing you did a couple nights ago,’ he said breathily.

Your mind drifts back to that night and a smirk forms on your face. Compared to what you have planned for tonight choking him like you had a few nights prior was child’s play.

Eventually the two of you managed to make your way to his bedroom. You can already feel how hard he is under his tight black jeans. You pull him off you and throw him onto his bed. The way he stares up at you with those dark chocolate eyes almost makes you melt.

‘You know, my mom said if you pull that shit one more time, she’s gonna come over here and speak to you herself,’ you began to move closer to the bed. ‘I said I’d teach you a lesson.’

You’re on top of him now, lips only an inch from his.

’You’d rather have me punish you than her, wouldn’t you?’ you whisper, grabbing his dick, making him squirm.

‘Yes, yes mommy,’ he gulps.

‘I’ll only do it if you ask me to,’ you tease, getting off him slowly, as if to leave. ‘If you beg me to.’

Without hesitation he grabs your waist and sets you back on top of him.

‘Please, please, I want you to, please.’

‘You want me to what?’

‘Punish me. Please mommy, I want you to punish me. I’ve been a bad boy.’

It almost makes you laugh how desperate he is. Lying there practically writhing when you haven’t even taken any clothes of yet.

On that note you point at his chest and order him to take off his shirt while you undo his belt painfully slowly, making sure to rub against his bulging jeans as much as possible.

When, at last, you pull his pants off, and remove your own clothes, you look up to find him with his eyes closed, gripping his sheets.

‘You can’t be like that already,’ you taunt. ‘We’re just getting started.’

He just nods, raggedly breathing like he’s just run a marathon.

‘Excuse me, look at me when I speak to you,’ you raise your voice.

His eyes whip open to reveal a look of pure desperation.

‘Good boy,’ you hum, stroking his hair. That only drives him more crazy.

‘Now I feel you need to learn a lesson or two,’ you say, beginning to leave a trail of hickeys down his collar bone and chest as he shifts uncomfortably beneath you. ‘Lesson number one, you need to learn to be patient. I mean look at you already.’ You pull his hair to lift his head so he look at the state he’s already in.

‘This isn’t going to be much fun for me if you’re done before we even get started now, is it?’

He shakes his head violently.

‘Then let’s see how long you can last for me.’

You slowly ease your way onto his dick, stifling a moan as you take it all in. He isn’t so subtle. He throws his head back, grabbing your thighs and releases a breathy moan.

‘Ah, ah, ah,’ you tease removing his hands from your thighs. ‘Don’t make me tie you up. I can’t punish you if you’re all over me like that.’

Without thinking he whines, ‘Please, fuck, please tie me up.’ He glances over to his bedside table where a long piece of rope lies waiting. You begin to laugh.

‘You little slut,’ you say, reaching over to grab the rope. ‘You wanted this all along.’

You tightly tie his hands to his bedpost, all the while still sitting on his dick. You have to admit, you’re surprised he hasn’t came already. So, you decide to up the action.

Without warning you begin to grind up and down on his dick, immediately receiving the reaction you’d hope for.

‘Mmh, oh fuck,’ Eddie moans, a little louder than you’d expected.

You smirk. It’s time for his second lesson.

‘Lesson number two. You need to learn to shut the hell up. First your loud ass guitar and now this. How about giving the people in this trailer park a bit of peace and quiet,’ you bend down, put your finger on his lip and whisper, ‘shhh.’

You remove your finger and replace it with your lips, kissing his lips, neck and chest while continuing to grind at a faster pace. Every so often his hips jut upwards but that only makes you grind faster.

‘Don’t do that. You wanna be a good boy, don’t you?’

He can only reply with a choked whimper.

‘Then start acting like one.’

After a while of grinding and hair pulling and choking, you too begin to feel yourself become weak with pleasure.

‘Okay, let’s make a deal, shall we?’ you begin, looking down into his tear-filled eyes. ‘If you can hold off and wait to cum at the same time as me, I’ll let you scream as loud as you want.’

The look in his eyes tells you all you need to know.

You use him like a doll until you feel you can go no longer. You look down at him gazing back up at you, his bangs stuck to the sweat on his forehead.

‘You’re so pretty,’ you say without thinking.

And that just about sends him over the edge. His hips jut upwards again, almost splitting you in half as he cries, ‘Oh god, please. I’ve been so good. I’ve been so quiet. I did everything you asked mommy. Please, fuck, please,’ he pleads

You love it when he begs like that. Looking so pathetic but so beautiful at the same time. It’s almost too much for you too.

‘Okay, okay. You have been a good boy. Thank you for that.’ You stare into his deep brown eyes for a moment before ordering, ‘Go on then.’

He doesn’t have to be told twice. Within seconds he’s cumming, and so are you. He screams your name louder than you’ve ever heard him scream it before. And you’re whispering his, trying to keep your composure.

When at last you both come down from your euphoria you begrudgingly lift yourself off him and untie his restraints. You lie on the bed as he practically shakes beside you, breathing in time with you.

‘Well, did you learn your lessons then,’ you ask after a moment of recovery.

Still out of breath, he replies, ‘If it means we get to do that again, then fuck no.’

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #sub!eddie munson #smut oneshot #dom!reader #lord have mercy #stranger things #st season 4 #eddie munson smut

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roosterforme · 2 years

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Jukebox War | Hangman x Reader

Summary: Jake likes the jukebox at the Hard Deck, drinking beers, and cute girls who are a little bit mean to him.

Warnings: Fluff and swears

Length: 2600

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Female Reader

Seriously, who let Jake in here??! He even managed to sneak onto my masterlist!

It was late Friday afternoon. Your work friends wanted to go out for drinks, and you heard someone suggest the Hard Deck. Just as you were about to shut down the idea completely, everyone else wholeheartedly agreed.

You fucking hated it there. It was filled with a bunch of cocky, obnoxious naval aviators who ran their mouths nonstop. Last time you went, some guy with a stupid call sign tried to hit on you all night, and another wasted stick-jockey barfed all over your shoes in the parking lot.

You debated just staying home, but somehow they managed to get you to join them. Out of spite, you refused to wear anything other than ripped up jeans, a tee shirt, and sneakers. At least if you had another parking lot incident, you wouldn't ruin anything too nice.

So far so good; your friends got a drink in your hand as soon as you arrived. Glancing around the bar, you noticed a huge group of aviators in their flight suits near the pool tables. They must have come right from work. "Great," you muttered, trying not to make eye contact with any of the guys.

You couldn't have been there for more than twenty minutes, chatting with your friends, when you heard the same song start playing on the jukebox for the third time. You looked around to try to see who the culprit was.

"Who keeps selecting this stupid song?" you asked your friends. They all just shrugged, unbothered that they were being subjected to "Slow Ride" for the third time. As the song ended, you kept your eyes on the jukebox to see if someone went up to play it again. When you saw a blond aviator make his way over, beer bottle in hand, you walked briskly around the bar and stood behind him, waiting to see what he selected.

He pushed 8-6 with his very long, graceful looking fingers, and the drum intro to Foghat's classic rock anthem "Slow Ride" started blaring.

"Again?" you asked, addressing his broad back, and he slowly turned toward you with a look of annoyance and a raised eyebrow. The annoyance melted quickly from his face as he looked at you, and it was replaced with a rather charming smile.

"Can I help you with somethin', babydoll?" he drawled in an accent that you didn't want to enjoy nearly as much as you did. So you narrowed your eyes and stood your ground.

"Babydoll? Who do you think you're talking to?" you scoffed. "And why do you keep playing this god awful song?"

He smirked at you, eyeing you up and down. "You look like the kind of girl who deserves a cute nickname. And I love this song."

His voice was so smooth, and his face was literally flawless. But he was not charming. You needed to stop thinking that anything about this man was charming.

"Really? You love this song? And you think that's a good enough reason to make everyone else here listen to it for the fourth time?"

His brow crinkled a bit. "Tell me, babydoll. What about this song do you dislike so much?"

You gave him side-eye. "Are you going to stop calling me that?"

"Not unless you tell me your name."

You bit the inside of your cheek, trying desperately not to smile. You already felt like it would mean he wins if you crack first. "My name is Y/N."

He smiled brightly. "That's a real pretty name, babydoll."

Oh, okay. He was pretty good at this, whatever this was. Perhaps he was flirting with you? No, this definitely wasn't flirting. It couldn't be. Men this good looking didn't just call you babydoll. And you'd never flirt with this type of guy.

"Do you have one of those stupid call signs? I hope it's truly terrible."

He chuckled, leaning against the front of the jukebox and casually keying in 8-6 again to restart the song as soon as it ended. He had managed to do it before you could get another selection in edgewise. He was very good at this game.

"I'm Hangman," he told you and then took a sip of his beer.

"Yeah, that'll work. It's even dumber than I thought it would be," you told him with a smirk of your own. "So, Hangman, you want to know what I dislike about this song? Well, it's exactly the type of song you'd expect to be beloved by an idiot you meet at the bar. The thinly veiled sexual innuendo of being in the mood for a Slow Ride? Seems totally on brand for a real tool. And on top of that, it doesn't even sound that good."

You watched as Hangman raised his beer toward his mouth and then paused, staring at your lips as another charming smile graced his handsome face.

"Any chance I can get your number?"

You actually snorted. There was no way you were giving him anything; he was not charming and you were not interested.

"Um, no. And don't even think about selecting this track again when it ends." You slid yourself a little closer to him and blocked the number pad with your hand.

"It's all yours, babydoll. But what are you gonna choose that you think is any better than Slow Ride? I think you'll find your options are pretty limited. I doubt this machine has been updated in at least forty years."

"Literally anything else would be better." When the song ended, you glared at him and blindly hit two numbers, just to prove your point.

But you'd miscalculated exactly how close to him you were standing. You had moved into his personal space, and he hadn't backed away at all. Rather, he was smiling down at you, his beautiful teeth on display. And when "Love Gun" by KISS started playing, it took you a moment to realize you'd definitely made a mistake. You tipped your head forward and cradled your forehead in your hand for a few seconds.

"I thought you didn't like the thinly veiled sexual innuendo genre of song?" he asked, somehow managing to keep a straight face before finishing his beer. "This seems like a weird choice then, but hey, who am I to judge? I'm just an idiot you met at the bar," he said with a bright smile.

You couldn't help it; a bubble of laughter escaped from your lips, and his smile grew bigger as he shifted even closer to you. "I think I also called you a tool," you tell him, desperately trying to stop smiling. When the song ended, you hit two more random numbers, and the jukebox started spewing out "Big Balls" by AC/DC and you both started laughing harder.

"Yeah, you called me a tool as well, babydoll. Kind of liked it when you did though," he said with a smirk, setting his empty bottle on top of the jukebox.

How could you possibly find this man appealing? Your heart skipped along a little faster. "So you like it when girls are mean to you?" you asked him and he laughed.

"Apparently. Or maybe I just like you," he murmured softly in that drawl of his, still smiling. "Are you absolutely sure I can't get your phone number?"

"Yes, I'm sure," you replied, but you didn't back away when he shifted his weight and his arm brushed against yours. "I don't give my number out to guys with names as ridiculous as Hangman," you told him with an eye roll for good measure.

"Well then, I'm Jake." He held out his right hand for you to shake and you took it in your smaller one. His hand was calloused but it felt nice against yours. You could definitely spend some time imagining how it would feel if he touched your face or maybe your neck. You took a moment to really look at his eyes. They were green and unguarded, and you didn't really feel like being mean to him anymore.

"Nice to meet you, Jake." His smile never wavered as you withdrew your hand from his. And when the song ended you tried one last time by hitting random buttons, and "Cherry Pie" by Warrant was what you got.

"Seriously? I give up," you said, holding your hands up in surrender. With a smile, Jake took your right hand in his left and turned you so you were both facing the jukebox. Your mouth fell open, and you tried to snap it shut again before he noticed.

"I have an idea," he said as he scrolled through all the songs and album covers on display inside. "If I can find a song that works for you, how about you give me your number?"

"Hmmm, if you can find a song, I'll consider giving you my number."

"I can work with that," he muttered, lacing his fingers through yours as he scrolled and scrolled. "But... you have to be honest with me. If I pick one and you like it, you can't lie and say you don't."

"I won't lie to you," you promised him, running your thumb along his finger.

He made eye contact with you and said, "Okay, Y/N. I won't lie to you either. So here's the truth. I think you're beautiful and perhaps the funniest girl I've ever met. And for some reason I even like it when you're kind of mean to me. And I think you like this song."

Okay, he was definitely charming, and you were definitely into him. And you were probably going to give him more than your phone number before the end of the night.

He punched in some numbers, and you were pleasantly surprised to hear Al Green's "Let's Stay Together". The look on your face must have given you away before you even spoke, because Jake just looked so pleased with himself.

"Yeah, you win, I like this song."

He beamed down at you, pulling you even closer to him by your laced together fingers. "How about I trade in that phone number offer if you dance with me?"

You silently nodded, and he pulled you into his arms. He spun you a few feet away from the jukebox, and when you looked around, you were actually surprised to find yourself still at the bar, surrounded by other people. Everything except for Jake had seemed to melt away. Now your friends were staring at you with mixed expressions of surprise and glee as you danced chest to chest with Jake, and you could feel yourself start to blush. You tried to hide your face against his rough flight suit, but he tipped your chin up with his fingers before you could.

"You wanna stop, babydoll? We don't have to dance," he drawled, and you were silently begging him to never stop touching your face. It felt even better than you thought it would.

"No, it's not that... I just got so distracted by you and the jukebox, I honestly forgot my friends were at the bar. And now they are all staring at us, and I can feel my phone going off nonstop in my back pocket, because I'm sure they are all texting me to find out who you are and why I'm dancing with you."

Jake casually reached into your back pocket and removed your phone, the sensation of his fingers grazing you through your jeans causing you to gasp. "Don't let them distract you, babydoll," he said, placing your phone on top of the jukebox. "There's a reason I have my back to the pool table right now. I'm sure my friends are doing the same thing."

You glanced around his shoulder, and as soon as the other wide eyed aviators had been caught, they all scrambled to pretend they had been playing pool the whole time. You giggled. "Nah, they just looked very surprised and are now pretending to play pool."

Jake laughed, and it was such a lovely sound. "I'm sure they are surprised. This is pretty out of character for me."

You let him lead you back to the jukebox where he hit some more numbers. "What's out of character for you?"

He tilted his head a bit. "Usually I'd be playing darts and minding my own business. Definitely not dancing with the prettiest girl in all of San Diego. Do you like this song too?"

You finally broke eye contact with him and realized he'd selected "Can't Help Falling In Love" by Elvis.

"Damnit Jake, I love this song. And you can't keep calling me pretty and not expect me to give you my phone number," you told him, shaking your head as he grinned. "You're probably a con artist, or at the very least a player, but yeah, give me your phone. You can have my damn number."

He smiled triumphantly as he took his phone out of his pocket and handed it to you. You added your number and saved it as Babydoll, turning the screen toward him so he could see it. He laughed, his eyes searching your face and landing on your lips. "I thought you said you didn't like that nickname."

"I never said that. For some deranged reason, I like it when you say it. You have a very charming accent, Jake. And I guess you're kind of sweet. Anyone else tried it though, and I doubt I'd still be talking to them."

Jake looked pleased as he took your phone off the top of the jukebox and handed it back to you. You watched as he typed something out on his own phone, and then smiled at you. Your phone vibrated in your hands as a text from an unknown number came through.

Will you let me kiss you?

You looked up at him, and those green eyes were too much. Silently you took his hand in yours and started walking backward to the door leading to the back deck. He followed your lead, and when you stumbled toward the railing, you both laughed. There was no one else out here, and the ocean breeze was stirring your hair and your clothes. The heat from his hand mixing with the chill of the night air had you turning toward his body for warmth.

"You can kiss me. I want you to," you told him, and your eyes fluttered closed as he brushed his fingers along your cheek and down your neck.

"I wasn't kidding, babydoll," he told you, and you opened your eyes again slowly to look up at him. His face was just inches away now. "You're gorgeous, and I like it when you make me laugh. If I kiss you, I'm going to want more."

"More?"

"Yeah, like a date. How about tomorrow night?"

Then his lips brushed yours softly, and your eyes fluttered closed again. His hands caressed the back of your neck and you stepped closer to him. You deepened the kiss, moving your lips against his as your hands felt the rough front of his flight suit.

Jake nibbled on your lips before gently slipping his tongue into your mouth and tasting you. You pulled him closer until his body was pressing against yours. His nose bumped yours as he smiled against your lips. You sighed as soon as he pulled away from you, immediately missing his kisses.

"What time are you picking me up tomorrow?" you asked, sliding your hands up around his neck.

Jake smiled down at you and pulled you closer. "I'll take that as a yes?"

"Yes, definitely. Because now I want more, too."

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WHO LET JAKE IN HERE?! I'll now be returning to my regularly scheduled Rooster.

@thedroneranger

@cherrycola27

@mygyn

@hoyaharper

@tallyovie

@gennyanydots

@whisperofsong

@seriouslyseresin

@double-j

@bradshawsbitch

#hangman x reader #hangman #hangman top gun #hangman x you #jake hangman x reader #hangman imagine #top gun fanfiction #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake seresin #hangman x y/n #jake hangman seresin #hangman fic

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riririnnnn · 3 months

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Can we talk about him?

Oh god this sweet springchild deserves so much more love than what Fandom gives him.

It's only been, I guess, a month of me joining Tumblr, so I can't say what you all think here, but as far as I've seen in other places, I got to say that he is hated/trolled for no reason at all.

Yuki would've been a green flag, scratch that, he would've been the greenest forest if he were a real person.

I understand that

THIS

is one of the first manga panels we got of him, and yeah, I agree that he feels like that one annoying teacher's pet in our classes, but considering the environment of BLLK and the fact that they all literally have their soccer career in line, I don't think so that he did anything wrong. Besides, he didn't try to put anyone down, he is only asking for a reason.

Then we have this panel:

It seems annoying again, but considering his backstory, both the above panels start to make a lot of sense.

To be honest, even without his backstory, the above panel was justifiable since Noa himself said that he judges by number and if Yuki has a better number data then obvi-fucking-ously he has the right to ask such a question.

Also, why we don't talk more about his backstory?

Do you all understand how devastating it is to lose a dream all because of a situation or a circumstance that is completely beyond your control? Imagine working hard for something only to lose it all just because of something that you did literally nothing to deserve.

Further, he had it easy as a model you know. In a country where the average male height is 5'7'', his 6'0^½'' height is surely a great advantage, yet he decided to fight for his dream. How cool is that!

Also, sometimes, I think that if Isagi were not to be the protagonist, then how bitch-y everyone would've considered him.

Like,

WHAT THE HELL, MY BOY!?

I understand that he didn't know about his medical condition but still!?

In their argument in the changing room, I do think that both of them were right in their own way: Blue Lock was literally made for strikers, and, at least according to BLLK ideal, what type of striker passes to someone else!? And seeing things from Isagi's perspective, he did the right thing!

And I also think that Chris was a big bitch for blocking Yuki's goal like that and top of that, also calling it/him pathetic.

Why is he posing like he just solved the global food crisis? Like, what the fuck, my man? That boy hasn't even completed his teenage years, HAUL YOUR OLD WRINKLY ASS OUTTA THERE!

And after that Isagi passes him a goal too and yada yada, but Yuki acknowledged it right away. He also came to apologise and accepted his mistakes.

Just look, look, LOOK!

How sweet he looks. Like a pathetic wet cat. Oh lord! I want to protect him.

And do not dare to come at me by saying, "IsAgi ofFeReD hiM a pLaN bUt wHeN hE aSSisTeD hiM yUki acCePTEd iT."

Like bro, first of all, shut up. Second of all, imagine being in the soccer field and someone passes you the ball, what are you going to do? Run the other direction or something? Brah, Blue Lock taught the boys to be egoistical not stupid.

Just stop hating him.

One time when I was thinking about Yukimiya's headcanons, I was like, "He might actually be blind one day, so I think he is learning sign language."

Then after a long pause I was like

...oh

#blue lock #bllk #yukimiya kenyu #雪 ranting

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bnha-headcanonss · 16 days

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Today got so, so much weirder

Bakugo one-shot. Super light. Hopefully sweet? Idk I don’t write this type of stuff. Apologies for any typos or confusing bits. It’s 4 am. I have not slept.

Slight swearing (expected)

Word count: 1875

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I woke up, sun shining into my eyes first thing. Basically blinded as soon as I wake up, on top of that, I’m going to be late, lovely start to the day!

I get up, get dressed in my uniform, and leave for school.

“Honey what about breakfast??” Mom calls out after me.

“I’m going to be late if I stay any longer! I’ll pick something up on the way, love you!” I yelled while speeding out the door.

I hear a faint “I love you too!” As I slam the door shut and make my way down the street.

“Stop walking so fast will you?!”

Bakugo and I haven’t always been close, he’s got an explosive personality, quite the temper on him. After both of us getting into UA and finding out we were in the same class, we grew closer. Originally it was banter back and forth and absolutely kicking each others ass in matches. Basically wiping the floor with each other.

He’s got this explosion quirk which goes hand-in-hand with his personality and I have a time shift quirk. I use it a lot to dodge others attacks and find way to make their attacks blow up in their own face, in his case, literally. And he hates it.

After our back and forth harsh banter that went on for months, it turned more playful. Eventually we just became each others closest friend. And I’d hate to admit it, it’s been kind of nice. Over time I developed a small crush for him. Nothing too major. But just underneath all the anger and aggression, and ego, he’s not half bad.

“My apologies your highness.” I did a stupid little curtsy and he attempted to push me down. I grabbed onto his arm so his attempt failed. Still funny though.

“What’re you doing out here so late? Usually you’re early.” I questioned. Being late or barely on time was my thing, not so much his.

“Somebody kept me up all night.” He gave me a dirty look.

“You were the one who didn’t want to go to sleep until you got a win. You just got to get better at the game.”

“I’ll blow your fucking face up, shut your mouth.” I burst out laughing. Bakugo sucks big time at Mortal Kombat. He wasn’t much for video games in general but he saw me watching an execution clip online and got interested, typical.

We reach the school and go on with our day. We don’t talk much in class, we sat and did our work. Lunch came and we ate together.

“Hey try this.” He proceeds to dump some green sauce on my food.

“What is it?” I questioned. Bakugo loves his spicy food, pretty on brand but I can’t stand it. I do not have the tastebuds strong enough for that like he does.

“It’s nothing too bad, it’s really good, I made it myself. Try it.” He demanded.

“If I burn myself, it’s on you.”

“Nah you’ll be fine. Go on.” He sits back. I already know how this is going to go, but he made it himself and I can’t say no to that.

As expected, it burned.

“Holy shit Bakugo, this burns so bad.” I’m up and looking for anything to drink but I finished my water a while ago and don’t have anything else. Meanwhile Bakugo is practically dying of laughter in his seat. I swear he’s got tears of joy forming and I’ve got tears related to death streaming down my face. Everything feels like it’s on fire.

“Here here, you’re causing a scene.” He hands me his water bottle and I start chugging.

“I don’t care.. if I cause anything.. that shit BURNS!” I manage between chugs of water. He breaks out into even more laughter.

He was right though, I am causing a scene. I sit back down and try to gain my composure.

“What is that stuff?”

He pulls out the unlabeled bottle and holds it up like an advertisement.

“Lord Explosion Murder hot sauce, available near you.” He’s got a giant grin on his face. You don’t see him smile much, even if it is artificial, it ties my stomach in a knot, that could also be the hot sauce.

“Oh my god you’re such a nerd.” I say with a stupid smile on my face, compensated by an eye roll.

“You find it funny so clearly you love this nerd. Wait- nevermind that sounded weird.”

“Yeah right, cool it hot shot.” I laugh and brush it off, I wouldn’t say love, but I think I definitely like that nerd? I have no idea.

He looked oddly vacant when I brushed it off though. There was no emotion, just stone faced. Completely changed the tone. Luckily the bell rang, we cleaned up and continued the rest of our school day.

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“Roof?” I approach his desk as the final bell for the day rings.

“Yeah let’s go.” He packs away his things and we make our way to the roof.

We’ve been coming up here a couple times a week since becoming friends, just to talk, watch the sun go down, watch a movie or something. It’s like a moment of peace for me. I think this is originally where I started developing feelings for him. It’s just us, there’s no playing an act or anything. We learned to be ourselves and I really like who he actually is.

“What’s it gonna be today?” He questions, pulling out his laptop and turning on his Apple TV application.

“Hmm. What’s on the list?”

We made a list of all the movies we think about but can’t watch at the moment.

“So far there’s 27 dresses, uh 13 going on 30, 10 things I hate about you, god what is up with all the romcoms? All girly shit.”

“You realize who you’re talking to dimwit? 10 things I hate about you.”

“Yeah yeah.” He rolls his eyes, turns on the movie and positions the laptop in front of us both. It’s a nice day. Not cold, no breeze, just nice, warm air. Quiet.

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I must’ve been more tired than I thought because I felt my eyes getting heavier and I’ve had to catch myself from falling forward once or twice. The movies only about half way done.

“Fucking loser.” He says.

“What?”

“You’re falling asleep.” Pointing out the obvious.

“No I’m not, I’m watching the movie.” Uh-huh..

“Right.” He pulls me towards him until my head hits his shoulder. This is different, Bakugo grew some balls or something. I don’t remember much else from there though.

I must’ve been really exhausted.

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I open my eyes to the night sky and Baby Driver playing on the laptop. I barely made it through 10 things I hate about you I guess. I’m still laying on his shoulder but I feel pressure on my head, it feels like his head. And I feel a hand on my waist. Is he asleep too?

“Hm.” I test.

“Finally, fucking nerd. You fell asleep.” He’s got that softer, sleepy voice. Maybe he was falling asleep. He lifts his head and moves his hand from my waist.

“Sorry, I guess today was not my day.” I laugh it off.

“Movie was good. Liked it. I put this on right after though and it’s almost over.”

“Baby Driver?”

“Yeah.” One of the first movies we watched up here. Only because he didn’t give me much of a choice, at all. It was good though, I liked it a lot more than I thought I would, I thought it was just a car movie at first.

“Let’s finish it then.” I offer.

“That was the plan. At least until you woke up.”

“Yeah yeah. Shut up and watch.”

“You’re one to talk.”

As the movie continued I could feel his arm snake around my waist again, right back to where it was before. We haven’t moved otherwise. I’m still really close to him, I can feel the heat radiating off of him, and it’s a lot. I can’t necessarily complain though. Realistically, who would?

The movie finished and we pack up to go home. It started getting colder as the time passed and neither of us had a jacket. The school issued skirt for my uniform was killing me at this point.

I let him rant on about the movie I picked the whole way home. It sounds like he liked it. He really liked the main character because she wasn’t like all the other main characters who are all boy crazy.

“She kind of reminds me of you.” He says. I take that as an absolute win. I love Kat so much. She’s the main reason I watched the movie in the first place.

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Despite the fact that I’ve never fallen asleep on him like that before, nothing was weird. Nothing felt weird. Today was a weird day, don’t get me wrong but that was the most normal feeling part, and it was the most not-normal. I’m confusing myself.

We reach my apartment complex which is a couple streets away from his house and we make our way up the stairs.

“Again tomorrow?” He suggests. Or demands? No clue at this point.

“Tomorrow? Theres no school tomorrow?”

“You come over to my place. We’ll rewatch your movie so you can finish it this time and we can pick another one from the stupid list. Yeah?”

Me go over to his place? Today got so much weirder in just 30 seconds.

“You know, that sounds nice. See you around 1?”

“Yup. Don’t be Late.”

“I’ll try not to,” I start to walk towards my door.

“I’ll kill you if you are!” He’s still just standing there, you can practically hear his smile. You know how you sound different when your lips are upturned, yeah, that.

“You won’t do shit.” I laugh and pull out my keys.

I feel a tug on my arm and I’m met face to face with Bakugo. He grabs my face with his hands and suddenly his lips meet mine.

His hands lay either side of my jaw, thumbs on my cheek, holding my head up towards him. His lips are soft, he’s gentle. I practically melt into the kiss.

He pulls away, we lock eyes for just a couple seconds before he turns around to leave. His face was red. I feel red. I feel hot, and confused. My stomach did flips.

He did shit- not the shit I was referring to, but holy shit, he did shit. What.

“1 pm, don’t, be late,” he emphasized the don’t.

“I won’t.” I say, in utter disbelief. I see a small smile creep up on his lips before he’s out of sight.

What the fuck just happened?

Today got so, so much weirder.

#katsuki bakugo x reader #mha bakugou #bakugo #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #10 things i hate about you #kat stratford #romcom #bakugo is a softie #baby driver

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sister-lucifer · 2 years

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Bully

Toby x Male reader

Reader uses he/him and has a penis

summary: you and toby get paired up for a group project, he pressures you into letting him come over to work on it, antics ensue

Genres: Smut

warnings/content: SLUR USE, bullying obvi, degradation, dubcon/noncon, male reader is made to cross dress(skirts and lingerie), , toby likes to hurt you, humiliation, low key blackmail, LIKE SERIOUSLY TOBY IS MEAN HERE AND HE LIKES EMBARRASSING YOU HES SO NASTY HERE

To avoid any confusion, in my headcanons Toby has a stutter as well as but separate from his tourette’s. I am not writing his tics, I am writing his stutter.

Group projects. The bane of your existence. The absolute worst way to go about getting things done.

You were an adult, you were more than capable of doing an assignment on your own. Group projects never once worked in your favor. Your group was always lazy or uncooperative or just didn’t show up all together.

This was going to be awful.

You watched with growing dismay as people paired off to begin working. One by one your professor called names, and you still remained. The anticipation was killing you.

Finally he turned and pointed in your direction.

“You, you’re with–” He glanced at his paper.

“...Tobias.”

You were going to cry.

Your jaw dropped as you looked over at Toby. He was leaning back in his chair with his muddy shoes on the desk, smirking at you, his messy nest of dark brown hair going in all directions.

You hated him. And to your knowledge, he hated you. He pushed you in the hallways, messed up your stuff, dumped your backpack out. He acted like a middle school bully from a movie.

His words replayed in your mind as you stared at his smug face.

“Awww, are y-you gonna cry? What a little bitch.”

“H-Have you been avoiding me? You know damn well I told you n-not to do that.”

“I-If you have such an issue with me you should do s-something about it, but of course you w-won’t. You’re too much of a pussy.”

He was an awful, vulgar boy.

You stared down at your desk.

Your life was over. The world was ending. The ground was crumbling beneath your feet. Everything–

Oh shit, the bell rang.

You gathered your stuff as quickly as you could, not looking back as you hurried out of the classroom. Maybe you could make it to the parking lot before he found you, maybe–

“Hey, where do you think y-you’re going?” A deep voice spoke from behind you, accompanied by a strong hand gripping your shoulder.

Dammit.

“Um, I–“

“We’re p-partners, aren’t we? We should work together.” His smile would’ve seemed genuine if he was literally anyone else, but on him it was unsettling.

“Well, yeah, but, um…” You trailed off, trying desperately to think of an excuse but your mind was blank.

“How about,” he began, turning you around rather forcefully, “we h-head over to your place, yeah? We can start our research or whatever-r.”

“I–”

Oh god, why weren’t you SAYING ANYTHING?!

“Sounds great! You’ve g-got a car, right? We’ll take that!”

And now he’s shoving you along to the parking lot. Great.

Unfortunately for you, you had no idea what you just got forced to do agreed to.

He put a hand on your lower back and kept it there the entire way, making sure you kept up with him. He was talking up a storm despite the fact that you didn’t really respond; his words were meaningless chatter filled to the brim with curses and innuendos that always made your face heat up. You stared down at your feet the whole way, your mind racing with thoughts of what on earth he could possibly have planned.

You only came back to reality when you found yourself starting your car, Toby in the passenger's seat beside you, feet up on the dash.

“I h-hope your house isn’t a fucking pig sty. You better have good booze t-too.”

You weren’t even there yet and he was already being demanding.

You wanted to tell him to shut his trap, but you knew you couldn’t. You were too afraid. Toby was right, you were kind of a pussy. You really, really didn’t want to anger him, so you endured his bullying.

You sighed as you began backing out of your parking space.

You ignored him the whole way there, though he didn’t seem to mind. He rambled on anyway. He didn’t let his condition stop him from being talkative, which would be admirable if he wasn’t such an asshole.

You didn’t say a word when you pulled into your driveway and got out of your car. You really, really didn’t want him in your house, but you were in too deep to refuse him

now. Your hands were shaky when you grabbed your house key and unlocked the door.

“Um, here it is,” You said quietly, stepping to the side to let Toby enter. He wasted no time, walking in like he owned the place and promptly kicking off his shoes.

“You got this whole p-place to yourself?”

“No, my parents live here,” you answered, voice barely above a whisper.

“Then where are they no-ow?”

“Um, vacation ‘til next week.”

“Oh?”

He smiled at you in a familiarly unsettling manner. Oh god, why did you tell him that?! Now he knows you’re here alone! Oh fuck–

He walked over to you and put his hand on your back again.

“At least we won’t be interrupted, r-right?” He said through a toothy grin. His tone was much more ominous than it should have been, and it sent a chill down your spine.

“Um–” You couldn’t muster a full sentence, your mouth dry with a sudden fear.

He moved his hand to your shoulder and shoved you with all his strength, laughing as you stumbled, trying not to fall from the sudden force.

“Let’s-s go up to your room, yeah?”

You didn’t turn to look at him. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing your face contorted in embarrassment. You only nodded as you turned to head towards the stairs.

You didn’t see the way Toby shamelessly eyed up your ass as you walked. God, those dress pants made you look so fucking good.

You felt a sense of dread as your door creaked open, Toby a few steps behind you. You didn’t want him in your house, let alone your personal space, but he’d already pushed past you and let himself in.

“Nice place ya got h-here.” He commented, flopping down on your bed. You opened your mouth to protest, but quickly thought better of it. You could wash everything later.

You set your bag down and pulled out some books and a binder, when you realized you were missing something.

“Oh, I think my laptop is downstairs. I’ll be right back.”

You hurried out of the room and shut the door behind you, desperately needing a moment to collect your thoughts. You really did leave your laptop downstairs, but you needed a minute. Or two. Or twenty.

“Hurry the fuck up!” Toby called after you.

It only took a few seconds for him to decide he was bored. Maybe some snooping would entertain him for a bit. You had to have some sort of awful secret thing hidden in here. There’s no way a perfect little student like you didn’t have a dirty secret, right? Maybe a porn stash, or stolen money, anything that would make you look bad.

He checked under the mattress, nothing hidden there. He checked under your bed, nothing but a few lost socks. He checked your closet, everything seemed normal.

He groaned dramatically.

Absolutely nothing.

He was starting to give up hope as he pulled open your drawers one by one.

Then he saw it.

Stuffed in the very bottom drawer was a stack of skirts, accompanied by a couple of very expensive looking pairs of lacy underwear.

He gasped, his face breaking out into his signature sinister grin.

His eyes were drawn to two things in particular: A black skirt with frills and a seemingly matching pair of underwear, both with white bows on the sides.

Oh, this was exactly what he wanted.

When you’d finally collected yourself and worked up the courage to head back to your room and face him, you had no idea what was in store for you. You were still looking at the floor when you opened the door and closed it behind you, laptop tucked under your arm.

“Ok, now we can–“

Your heart dropped when you looked up, your laptop crashing to the floor.

Toby had the black skirt draped over his arm and the lingerie in the same hand. His other hand held his phone, and he had already taken plenty of photos. And yet, he kept taking more. This was just too good.

“What are you doing?!” You shrieked, trying to snatch the clothing from him. Unfortunately for you he was six feet tall, and it was more than easy enough for him to simply hold them above your head.

“Awww, are y-you embarrassed that i found your dirty little secret?” He teased in the most demeaning tone he could muster. “Not t-to mention that now I’ve g-got proof that you’re a little slut.” He waved his phone in the air.

You could already feel your eyes start to tear up. Oh god, this couldn’t be happening.

“I-I am not!” You argued, weakly tugging on his arm. “Please, Toby! It’s none of your business! Delete them!”

“Give me one good reason w-why I should!” He yelled back, pushing you to the ground. You landed with a small yelp.

Toby put his phone in his back pocket so he could use both hands to inspect the items.

“You’re the one leaving your shit o-out in the open for m-me to find.” Okay, that was a lie, but it’s not like it mattered. Plus, the more blame he could put on you the better.

“P-Please, Toby.” You whined.

“P-P-P-Pleeeaasee Toby!” He mocked, imitating your voice. “What? You worried I’m gonna t-tell everyone you’re a nasty fuckin’ fag?” You shrunk back in embarrassment, looking at the ground.

When he looked back at the clothing in his hand, he couldn’t help but let his imagination run wild. If you looked that damn good in dress pants, you’d only look better in these–

His eyes lit up with an idea.

“Put ‘em on.”

You froze. No, there’s no way he just said that.

“What?” You whispered, not daring to look up at him.

He knelt down in front of you, speaking in a low tone. “Put ‘em on for me. Now.” He grabbed your face roughly, forcing you to look at him.

“No, I can’t,” You choked out, tears threatening to spill over.

“Oh, but you can. After all, it would be a sh-shame if these photos made their rounds around the school-l.” He patted his back pocket where he was keeping his phone.

“You wouldn’t!”

“Oh, but I would. Buuuut…” He shoved the skirt and lingerie into your hands. “If y-you behave for me, this can stay between us.”

You gripped the fabric hard, weighing your options. Finally you nodded, Toby letting go of you and stepping back.

You stood on shaky legs, turning towards the door. Just when your hand was on the knob, Toby spoke, stopping you in your tracks.

“I didn’t tell you to leave.”

You shuddered.

“You asked me to put them on, I’m just going to the bathroom,” You replied, meekly looking back at him.

“I didn’t tell you to leave.” He repeated, quickly becoming frustrated when you just stood there. “Turn around.”

You could feel your lip quivering when you whispered a “no, please.”

“Turn around. Now.”

This time you managed to make your body move, turning to face him but not moving your gaze from the floor.

“Put them on. I’m n-not asking again.”

He paused. When that didn’t seem to work, he spoke again, getting closer this time and leaning down to be eye level with you.

“If y-you don’t fucking listen to me, I’m gonna tear your clothes off and dress you m-myself. Nod if you understand.”

You nodded. You had no other choice.

“Good boy.” He praised, his words laced with degradation as he patted your head. He pulled up your bean bag chair and flopped down in it so he had a good view.

“Gimme a show, pretty boy.”

You would never admit it, but his words made your cock twitch.

You turned away from him as you went to unzip your pants, fumbling with it for a few moments.

“Nuh-Uh!” Toby suddenly interrupted. “S-Shirt first. I don’t want you in a-anything except what I picked out. And turn around, or else.”

It took all of your courage to face him, trembling hands clumsily unbuttoning your collared shirt.

“Thaaats it,” He groaned. He adjusted his sitting position, legs open and hard-on painfully obvious. “Niiiice ‘n’ slow.”

The cold air hit you hard when you slipped off your shirt, letting it fall to the ground. You sucked in a breath, glancing up at Toby through your now wet lashes.

You bit your lip as you hesitantly moved your hands back down to your zipper. You hoped so badly that he would call it off, that he would laugh and tell you it was all a joke, but he didn’t.

So, with shaky hands you slipped your pants off and kicked them to the side. A strangled noise escaped Toby’s throat. Everything you wore hugged you so perfectly, and now that he could get a good look at your bulge you looked even better.

You gulped as you hooked your thumbs under the waistband of your boxers. Toby could clearly see you trembling. You were so pathetic and submissive, and that was exactly how he liked you. You’d do anything he asked, whether you wanted to or not.

He let you squirm in place for a few moments before he spoke.

“C’mon, you can d-do it.” For some reason, you could sense just the slightest hint of reassurance behind his words, but you quickly shook away this thought.

You took in a deep breath, biting your tongue, and slid your hands downward, bringing your boxers with them. You could feel your entire body heat up, every inch of you on fire.

You didn’t want to stand back up. You were hidden well this way, so you grabbed the lingerie and started stepping into them while still bent over.

“Stand up.”

Goddammit. He wasn’t giving you anything.

“N-No.” You managed to reply.

“Yes. I’m not fucking asking.”

Silence from you.

“Now, bitch. Let me see what I came here for. Or else–I c-could always send the pictures now?”

You flinched just from his words.

Still gripping the lingerie, you shakily stood all the way up, hugging yourself as hard as you could. You stared at a spot on the wall, focusing all your energy into pretending this wasn’t happening.

“Oh my g-god,” Toby muttered. “You’re fuckin’ massive.” He seemed genuinely amazed. He was looking forward to making fun of you for being small, but this was a welcome alternative.

“Aww, and you’re already half hard! Don’t t-tell me you’re enjoying this, whore.”

You clamped a hand over your mouth. You leaned back over to step into the lingerie, cringing when you brought them all the way up. They barely covered you, which was the point, but this was not a scenario you ever expected to be using them in, not to mention they were fitting less and less of you the harder you got.

Putting on the skirt was the least painful part of the process. The only issue was that zipping it up in the back with shaky hands was easier said than done.

You froze when you heard Toby chuckle.

“Looks-s like you’re struggling a bit. C’mere, let me h-help.” He said, patting his lap.

You took a hesitant step forward, then another, then another, until you were lowering yourself onto his lap. He wrapped a strong arm around you and pressed you as close as he could, simply holding you there for a long moment. You cautiously moved to rest your hands on his sides, and he let out a small, content sigh.

It was almost…nice.

His free hand moved to yank up on the zipper of your skirt rather roughly, bringing a small yelp out of you.

Toby pushed back to get a better look at you, moving your hands to his shoulders.

“Aren't you a pretty th-thing.”

His rands ran up and down your sides, taking in the bare skin. His thumbs ghosted over your chest, making you shudder.

Eventually his hands moved down to your thighs, giving them a soft squeeze. When they moved back up, they went under your skirt, shamelessly groping you. He lifted the skirt to get a better look at your back end, licking his lips.

“Pretty, pretty, pretty.” He repeated under his breath.

He nuzzled into your neck gently. His hands roamed anywhere they could get to. Your legs, your back, your chest, anywhere he could touch, and it kept your entire body tense. You kept expecting him to make some sort of violent sudden movement, to hit you or push you over, but he never did. He was slow and steady.

“You look s-so good in this, I couldn't bear to take them off-f you.”

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Was that his way of telling you this torture was finally over?

Suddenly his hands moved to your hips, his grip tightening. He pushed them outward so that you were sort of bending over, your back end out. He pushed the lingerie to the side to shove two fingers in you without warning, and without any sort of lubrication, making you let out a pathetic cry.

Oh, it was far from over.

“Toby–!”

“Shhhhh…”

He thrusted his fingers in and out of you at a rough pace, hitting as deep as he could, never slowing despite your protests. Truth be told it was mostly just to prolong your embarrassment.

“Toby please, stop–! you’re going too fast!”

“Aww, am I-I hurting you? Are you too fuckin’ weak to even take m-my fingers? Pathetic.”

Your whines and whimpers only encouraged him, and soon he was adding a third finger. His free hand held a tight grip on your hair, keeping you in place. Your now fully erect cock twitched with every movement, and you found yourself desperately gripping onto his sweatshirt for dear life. You cursed yourself when you got the urge to wrap your arms around him. He was surprisingly warm, and you wanted so badly to just collapse against him.

But you hated him, right?

And he hated you, right?

“Toby–! I-I cant, please–! No more!”

Just when you were ready to lose your mind, just when you were sure you couldn’t possibly take any more of the abuse, he pulled his fingers out suddenly. You breathed a sigh of relief, letting your body finally relax, Your chin resting on his shoulder.

Although, the calm wouldn't last very long.

His hand slid down to grip your wrist, moving your hand to his belt.

“Take it off.”

You knew better than to hesitate this time. You unbuckled his belt and slid it off, to which he promptly discarded it. He looked at you expectantly, wondering if you’d figure out what he wanted you to do next on your own.

You glanced up at him for approval when your hands moved to his zipper, and when he nodded, you tugged it down. He ran his tongue over his teeth and swallowed hard. He was already having trouble controlling himself, but he wanted so badly to take his time.

Even beneath his boxers you could tell he was huge, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t scare you a bit.

You slipped two fingers under the waistband of his boxers, and sucked in a deep breath before pulling them down just enough for his erection to spring free. He threw his head back, letting out a moan.

“Fuuuck, that’s s-so much better.”

God, he was big. He couldn’t help but laugh at the way your eyes widened.

He moved to grip your hips once more, this time pushing the lingerie to the side as he positioned you over his cock.

“Toby?” You rasped in a whispery tone. There’s no way he thought that thing was gonna fit in you.

“Yeeeessss?”

“You–Y-You’re not gonna–That’s not gonna fit!”

You hid your face in the crook of his neck.

“Awww, don’t worry b-baby.” He replied, his hot breath fanning over your neck.

“I’ll make it fit.”’

You didn’t get a second to process his words before he shoved you down, forcing you to take all of him at once, and you screamed.

“Toby! Stop it! It’s too big! Please!”

But he ignored you.

He wasted no time finding a brutal pace, pounding into you like his life depended on it.

The stretch was almost unbearable, leaving you to dig your nails deep into his shoulders; not that he could feel it. It was heavy in your belly, too, and when he was all the way in you could see the outline of his cock inside you.

At least you didn’t have to do much of the work…although, the fact that he was strong enough to physically lift you up and down on his cock was terrifying.

“Toby, please! It hurts–!”

“It fucking better!” He growled, showing his teeth like a feral animal. He was practically foaming at the mouth, drooling through gritted teeth. He was losing his mind.

You could already feel your hips bruising with the vicious hold he had on you. Each thrust was accompanied by an animalistic grunt and the occasional curse.

“God, fuck! T-Tight little bitch!”

He was panting like a dog now, tongue unfurled as he moaned shamelessly.

You, on the other hand, were trying so, so desperately to keep quiet, but with each thrust another strangled noise of depravity slipped through your gritted teeth.

“Toby,” You whimpered, resting your head on his shoulder. You gave in and wrapped your arms around him, holding him as tight as you could.

It was nice.

He was warm.

A gentle gesture juxtaposed with the way he was jackhammering into you with all his strength.

His teeth sunk into your shoulder, not incredibly hard, but more than enough to hurt.

You whined, turning your head so that your lips just barely ghosted over his neck. In a moment of boldness you planted a gentle kiss on his jaw, then another on his neck.

This made him happier than you would ever know.

“Oh g-god. You make it so hard t-to last.” He could feel himself coming undone, but he sure as hell wasn’t finishing before you.

You were bouncing on your own now, meaning he could use a hand to dip under your skirt and into your underwear, wrapping a hand around your cock and fisting it as fast as he could.

“Toby! Too much!” You protested, but your words had no weight to them. You made no effort to stop or even slow your movements, loving the way he hit all of the perfect spots inside of you. He left no part untouched.

“Is my pretty b-boy gonna cum? Are you?”

You could only nod in response, your attempt at words coming out as a mess of moans and whines.

“C’mon then baby, you c-can do it.”

His words were enough to push you over the edge, and with one last cry you released all over his hand, soaking your skirt and expensive lingerie.

Oh well, he was more than willing to get you more.

“Oh god–! Just when i thought you c-couldn’t possibly get any fuckin’ tighter–!” He slurred through gritted teeth, absolutely relishing in the way you clenched around him.

His pace was becoming erratic, both of his hands back on your hips now as he effortlessly moved your body as if you weighed nothing.

“G-Gonna fuckin’ fill you to the brim–”

He sunk his teeth into your shoulder again, harder this time, spots of red staining his pearly whites as he thrusted into you for the last few times, his moans muffled by your flesh between his teeth as he came inside of you.

With what little of your voice you had left you managed to scream his name one last time.

Finally he slowed to a stop, his cum leaking down your legs despite his best efforts to keep it inside of you. It was warm and thick, and he put a gentle hand on your belly where we could tell you’d been filled. You didn’t think you’d ever be empty again.

You fell forward against him, not even bothering to pull yourself off of his cock. You both wrapped your arms around each other, catching your breath in a comfortable silence. He rubbed up and down your back gently, nuzzling into your neck.

When you finally sat up again, you immediately met his eyes. They were no longer intimidating and cold, instead filled with content and a soft happiness. He leaned forward to give you a long but tender kiss.

“H-Hey,” He spoke when he pulled away.

“D’ya th-think I could spend the night?”

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