#I have a feeling I'll catch some heat for part(s) of this. ^^;

[asparagus-antics]

There is like NOTHING for conquest 😭 nsfw alphabet for my favorite old man? Or just any crumbs in general I'll take it

NSFW Alphabet - Conquest

Here are the headcannons for my old man! I love him so much. Sorry if these are choppy or seem rushed, I really need to get back into my groove, man😭 I had a hard time writing these. I tried to keep this as gender neutral as possible, since I wasn't sure if you wanted a specific gender! Also, to give myself a little more of a direction to go in, this is Conquest x human reader. Enjoy!

Not proofread, sorry for any grammatical errors and or spelling mistakes!

18+, minors do not interact, please! - you are responsible for your own content consumption, the media below the cut will contain nsfw themes and explicit description of sex.

Aftercare - what they're like after

Conquest might not be too adapted to how soft humans are in comparison to viltrumites, so he might need some time adjusting—a gentle nudge in the right direction from time to time. Overall, he's generally like a huge cat. If this man could purr, he would; in fact, he can manage a hum so low it actually does really sound like one! He's a cuddler. Big, rough hands grab you as soon as he's down on the bed next to you, pulling you close and inhaling your scent like like the faint smell of your sweat is the most heavenly thing to him. He's scared he might hurt your body, so little compared to him even if you are tall for the average human, but the urge to pull you close and smother you in his big arms is something akin to cuteness agression. If you ask, he'll fetch you water or a snack, maybe a heating pad or an exrta blanket. Over time, though, he'll get used to what you usually desire after a few rounds, and after cleaning you up, he'll get them without a specific request needed.

Body part - whats their favourite body part? Theirs and yours

It might sound cliche, but if you were to ask him what his favourite part of you was, he would jump at the opportunity to say everything. The soft skin he can nuzzle his face into, the limbs that try to tangle themselves around him in a hug or the hands that scratch at his skin when he's so focused on your pleasure that he gets lost in it all. Your favourite part of him would probably be your hands, though. How gently they can handle him even when there really is no need. How soft they feel all over him and how you love to hold his big, calloused palm in yours. It grounds him, calms him down when needed, and he'd die a happy man if your hands were on him while he went. His favourite part of his body? His arms. How such muscular, big sources of power that have blown through civilisations could now cradle you so gently. How easily he could pick you up and carry you where you needed to go or throwing you up into the air like a little child to hear you laugh.

Cum - anything to so with cum, really

His loads? Huge. Downright terrifying because where has this poor man been storing all of this? He prefers to come inside, liking the sense of intimacy it brings him, the idea that some piece of him will be with you at all times for a few days at least. He definitely had a breeding kink that just goes wild at the sight of you on his dick. If it's not inside you, he'll cum all over your stomach, your face if you let him. He loves seeing you streaked in something so innately his, marked by the evidence of what you do to him. If it comes time to clean up the mess, he'll lick it all up himself without a single complaint to be heard. You don't prompt him to, you're just laying there, still coming down and catching your breath when you feel that hot tongue strace over the lines painted on your stomach, up to your chest and neck.

Dirty secret - whats a dirty secret of theirs?

Secrets? Not this mans thing. He'll blurt out anything that comes to mind no matter how vulgar it is. Honestly, it gets you blushing and embarrassed most of the time because it just comes out of nowhere! He doesn't even try to make it sensual. It's just him still getting used to the fact that humans aren't as direct. It's just a remark here and there, in the middle of you and him minding your own business, cuddling, or anything that might be happening.

Experience - how experienced are they? Do they know what their doing?

Conquest has gathered lots of experience over his.. what? Five thousand years of life? He's not ever really had a partner, or maybe has, but had never really been in love—hence his lonliness. Despite that, his experiences are plenty. Tons of hookups over the years from planets he's conquered (I mean, who could resist him? Even if he's murdering their people with a smile on his face? I couldn't.). Maybe one or two other viltrumites in his earlier years, but none in the later ones, since not many are even willing or daring to get close. He knows exactly what you need, even if he unintentionally handles you a bit rougher sometimes. He's attentive and more than eager to please you. There's never a one to one ratio on orgasms, which 100% of the time works out in your favour, even if unintentional. He just loves to have his hands on you, and he gets plenty carried away sometimes.

Favourite position - self explanitory

It depends on the sex. In his desperate, rough days, he enjoys doggy a lot. It gives him plenty of curves to grab, limbs to restrain and skin to lick and bite. It allows him to reach deep, to be able to push and pull you away, and to him, it lets him move your body to a way that feels good for the both of you. On his gentle days, when he really wants to savour the moment, he prefers missionary, maybe something with you on top. In these positions, he can really admire you, watch you move and react to all the sensations he's making you feel, and be able to press his skin to yours. He enjoys the contact and intimacy of it, revels in the way you cling to him, and move against him. Your pleasure is his, and it only heightens his excitement to know and feel that you're having a great time. He lives for it. If he could see it all day every day for the rest of his life, he would.

Goofy - are they more goofy or serious in the moment? Do they make jokes?

Jokes, maybe, but he's mostly more serious during. He wants to be focused on you and your pleasure, as well as his. His intensity usually doesn't leave a lot of room for cracking jokes. On the other hand, he is a huge tease. Some days (the rougher ones), he's relentless, taunting and teasing non-stop, driving you mad with touches without getting you anywhere. He'll sneer when you whine and beg, making remarks about the fact that you have to be patient for him, taunting you for being so desperate, all the while not letting up on any of the shit he's pulling.

Hair - how are they groomed? Do the carpets match the drapes?

It's all grey. Everywhere. Obviously. He's got a nice amount of chest hair that matches the remaining ones on his head and his moustache. His forearms have a nice coating, too, that looks absolutely amazing when he rolls his sleeves up. The muscles with a dusting of grey body hair absolutely gives him some sort of greek god look that he really pulls off. The hair on his chest conects a trail down his softer stomach to his pubes, which are very much there, but he keeps them trimmed nicely. He's definitely not shaven, but he's neat and tidy. It honestly looks nice, framing him just right.

Intimacy - how intimate are they in the moment?

There's always a sense of intimacy with him, rough or gentle. Either in way he looks at you, caressing over the planes of your skin softly or the ragged breaths in your ear as he lays himself over your back, his face over your shoulder as he grunts out praises to your fucked out body, his firm hands keeping you in place and his pace showing absolutely zero signs of faltering or stopping any time soon, no matter the rounds you've already gone. His hands are so big, either very capable of grabbing at each and every part of your flesh, groaning about how good you're doing and how nice you feel around him, or how they cradle your body as he moves so slowly, cherishing you like his most prised posession, looking you deep in the eye as he commits the sight of you right to his memories, to keep this piece of you with him always.

Jack off - anything to do with masturbation

That piece of you leads him right to here, preserved for when needed, for the occasions where one of you is away. He doesn't really enjoy masturbation as much, since he rarely sees need to if he can't spill anything into you or feel your warm, soft touch or the scratches along his arms, sides and back whike he's so engrossed in the pleasure of it all. It just doesn't feel as good; his hands could never recreate the feeling of yiu around him or your hands caressing him, your mouth moving over and around him till he's all happy and sated. If he really is that messed up over the fact he can't have you, and he really can't stop thinking about it, he'll frustratedly take himself in hand and just force everything out of him over the span of fifteen minutes to an hour, depending on how desprate he is.

Kink - a kink of theirs. What are they into?

He has a huge breeding kink. Huge. Most viltrumites don't need or desire sex outside of breeding urges. They don't see the need to look for a partner who will only slow them down or make them soft outside of missions. If they do have one, though, it's on. Conwuest would do anything to keep you stuffed full of him all the time. Whether it is indeed for breeding perpouses or judt the thought of you being so full of him, he wants you to drip it when he's done with you, so to speak. Because he will indeed not let you drip it. If it's not quicky, he loves to stay buried inside you even after he's softened, letting you rest in a position that will allow it, keeping everything he's poured into you firmly there with no escape. It fills him with a sense of pride and duty, even if it is just for himself.

Location - what's their favourite place to get into it?

He mostly just prefers a bed, where he can take his sweet, sweet time with you and enjoy you thoroughly. Though, if we're being real, he would take you anywhere. In the kitchen, outside, on the floor, in the air.. the list goes way on. If it is indeed in a bed, he loves it because he can pound you silly into the soft surface, watching you bounce with the movements his heavy build is forcing on the mattress.

Motivation - what turns them on? Gets them going?

Everything. The way you walk? His dick is hard. Give him one wrong look? He'll absolutely pound the thoughts out of you. Caress his face just right? He wants to take care of you and make you cum till you go deaf and blind. He's just an absolute sucker for you, as serious about you as he ever has been and ever will be about another being. He wants you always, all the time, everywhere at once. He knows how to reign himself in of course, but when it comes time for that sweet release, he will ravenge you for just about anything that you do.

No - something they won't do / turn off.

Outside of the morally messed up shit, even if his morals are kind of messed up, absolutely nothing. Your wish is his command; this man is a freak and is proud to let you know it. You want to try something new? On it, boss. He's ready. From vanilla things to stuff that would make the devil break out a sweat, perhaps a little blush. He's all yours, opwn to experimenting snd switching things up. Positions? This man can bend you into whatever shape you want. You taking charge? Go right ahead. Even if proportions are off or you are nervous about things, he'll do his absolute best and try his hardest to make everything judt as enjoyable for you as he can. I mean, he'll enjoy it regardless.

Oral - preference in giving / receiving, skill, etc.

He doesn't mind receiving head, though with his size, it's hard for anyone to fully take him. Even half would be more than enough for the average person, so he doesn't really expect it or request it a lot. Giving, on the other hand? This man will slobber over you aaaalll day. Sucking, licking. Just nuzzling into you and nudging with his nose, he's got it. He's messy with it, but it's intense and pleasureful. He'll have you coming with his mouth plenty of times before you even get to the big event if you let him. He'll keep going till you try to tug him up or whine for him that it's too much. He loves overstimulating all your nerves till you beg him to go easier, to at least let you catch your breath. Sometimes, though, as much as he loves hearing you beg, it falls on deaf ears anyway. He blames it on his age. Yeah, right.

Pace - are they fast, slow, stamina, etc.

He varies, but boy when he switches it up from one to the other? Slow, deep, more grinding than anything turns to your hips being lifted off of whatever surface you were on an held up by him as he plummets your depths like a man on a mission. He can be relentless, so quick and hard you'll definitely not be walking straight if at all tomorrow, but at the same time, he can be so slow, sometimes barely moving yet still so intense it gets you where you want to go, less intense than usual, it's a slow and rolling sensation that lasts a while, something that you feel you'll never come down from, so opposite from the harsh, quick snap and bursts that usually take place, though even that varied in it's levels of intensity.

Quickie - their opinion on them, how often, etc

He definitely prefers to be able to take his time over anything else, so quickies aren't really his deal. When you do have them, though, they're usually in a fit of desperation. Maybe squeeze one in one last time before saying goodbye for something like a mission or trip that the other can't join on, maybe after an argument of any kind.

Risk - are they game to experiment? Do they take risks?

Conquest gives absolutely no fucks when it comes to risking a lot of things, even his life, as we've seen. It exitedls him, gives him a rush. Getting beat up with thr risk of very bad bodily injury? Bring it on. Toying with people to bring out the absolute worst in them and taunt them till they snap? Definitely his dead. Something he doesn't like to risk, though? Is you. Seeing you in any type of trouble or danger would send him mad, so he doesn't like to risk anything dangerous, even if you are the type of person who gets a thrill from it just like him. A place where you risk being seen is okay with him, of course, since there is something so exiting about that, but anything that crosses his line of danger is off limits. Somewhere public, like a bathroom stall of storage closet? Have at it! He's more than happy to oblige you if that is something you're into or would be willing to try. Despite that, he couldn't bare seeing anything bad happen to you, especially if it could be partially caused by him. So, he'll play it safe with you, make sure everything you do together is something that could easily be fixed by him if something were to happen.

Stamina - how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?

All viltrumites have great stamina, since that was insured when only the most virile of the species were allowed to reproduce. Conquests stamina is something that never seems to run out, bred and trained for long and hard battle, sex is at the least of his worries when it comes to a workout. He can take you round after round after round until you're so spent you're barely awake, and he'll barely have broken a sweat, if at all. He'll let you rest when you're clearly too tired or you ask, of course, but trust me when I say that when you wake up, he's ready to go right back at it again.

Toys - Do they own toys? Do they use them?

I don't think he'd really have any at home, but if you suggest it, maybe give him some, he's eager to try it out. On you, on himself, whatevers possible. He wants to appreciate your gift to the fullest and is more than happy to do so. Things like vibes, he'll tease you for hours on end and try and figure out every single way to make you come using them. He enjoys seeing them used on you more, but if you want to he'll let you try whatever you want on him, just content to have you paying him such close attention, to have your hands on him making him feel so good in that way just you do.

Unfair - how much do they like to tease?

As mentioned before, Conquest will tease and edge you till you're begging and in tears if you let him. He loves seeing you desperate, hearing all the noises you make for him. The way you squirm and whine for him to just let you come already is just music to his ears and plenty of strokes to his ego. Knowing that this is the way he can make you feel, no one else, just exites him more than anything. He's infuriating. The endless taunting is so frustrating, yet somehow it still manages to brighten that fire inside of you. You desire it, his hands endlessly roaming with no intention of taking you any further for a good while.

Volume - how loud are they? What sounds do they make?

He's fairly quiet in terms of noise, but he loves to talk. Taunting, teasing, praising, remarking about how good you feel, hell, he'll tell a story or to to your absolutely fucked out body after multiple rounds, all while he's still moving into you relentlessly. He does make the occasional noises, rough and fairly hushed; hell groan out his words or give a grunt here and there. He just can't possibly keep completely muted with the way you feel around him, like he's wrapped up in heaven itself. Sometimes, he muffles the noise by shoving his face to whatever skin he can reach from that angle or kissing you till you're even more out of breath, if that was possible.

Wild card - a random headcannon

He has a thing for his size. Naturally, most(all) of his partners are smaller than him, even if they're tall for whatever species they are from. If he's relieving oral from you, he likes to just see the size of him against your face. The difference gets him going, how easily he can manhandle you even if you're strong. It makes him feel strong, powerful—which he loves. It's never at the expense of you feeling useless, but the way you're so small next to him is just a huge turn-on.

X-ray - whats going on underneath them clothes?

He's big for his size, and as a man of around 7 feet or taller, that's absolutely huge. He's around the girth of an average human fist, just a bit skinnier when flacid. The length of it is definitely enough to struggle with, but you make it work together. It's got a couple of veins along the side and underside, a colour just a bit darker than his usual skintone, and it turns a more reddish colour when hard, the more desprate, the more colour. It's pretty, which is weird to say of an old, weathered conqourers uncut dick, but it's true. The dusting of nest grey hair compliments him well—he's definitely an eyeful, and his naked body in all its glory is something to blink at. The source of attraction, though? It's definitely the junk he's packing. You just physically cannot stop yourself from sneaking a peek whenever you can.

Yearning - how high is their sex drive?

All day, every day. If he has the chance, he'll keep you to himself multiple hours a day, if not the whole day. For him, of course, it's the blink of an eye. In his 5000 years, you are the brightest thing that's happened, and he just wants to keep quaking those memories and moments with you like there's no tomorrow—including plenty of orgasms and then some.

Zzz - how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards?

He doesn't sleep that quickly afterwards. Sex just seems to wake him up more. Eventually, when you're asleep, he'll likely end up just watching you, so peaceful in his bed after the romp you've had. He's smitten, and he'll just sit or lay there for hours, watching. He'll never get tired of it, but it does help him calm back down, have him settle in with you, and scoot your body to his so he can tangle you up in his strong arms. He listens to the sound of your breathing until, inevitably, he too falls asleep.

Thank you for the request, anon!! It took me a while to get to it, sorry for that. I'm still getting back into writing but if anyone has more requests, please let me know! See my pinned post for the guidelines to my writing.

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[boyfiechan]

Idk if reqs are open still but imagine Bangchan would fuck his s/o who has no gag reflex and allows him to use their throat OR how he would train his s/o to have no gag reflex and absolutely getting lost in the sauce (or throat)

It’s a thought idk how reqs really work lol. I love your works sm💕

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Hi, thank you for requesting! I don't really have many rules or guidelines, you can feel free to send me some thoughts and I'll make something out of it <3 Also, this got… very filthy, very fast. I don't know how much I strayed from your idea, but it was yummy to write.

Bang Chan x Reader Content Warning: Explicit sexual content, oral sex (deepthroating, facefucking), overstimulation, breathplay (implied choking/throatfucking), dominance and submission, power imbalance, hair pulling and restraint, spit, saliva, and cum play (very messy), verbal degradation mixed with praise, possessiveness and marking behavior, and tears/watery eyes from gag reflex. [2.5k words]

You trust me, yeah?, his voice was low, rough as his hand in your hair loosened, just slightly, enough for you to feel the shift, enough to know he was giving you space to choose. His eyes searched yours, dark but steady, waiting. Not pushing, not yet an you swallowed, heart thudding hard, breath shaky but sure as you nodded. Yeah. It wasn’t just a word—it was a promise, one that settled deep in your chest, heavy and certain.

The tension in his shoulders eased, the grip in your hair tightening again—not harshly, just enough to ground you as his thumb dragged along your jaw, slow, memorizing the shape of your trust, the feel of it under his hand. Good, he murmured, softer this time. The smirk that twisted his mouth was dark, dangerous—satisfied. His hand slid deeper into your hair, fingers tangling, pulling until the sharp burn made you gasp as he tilted your head back, gaze heavy and consuming, his thumb tracing along your lower lip.

Open, he ordered, and it wasn’t a suggestion—it was a command that thrummed through you, low and undeniable. Your breath hitched, heart hammering as you obeyed, lips parting, tongue slick and waiting. Vulnerable. Offering. His hand tightened in your hair, possessive and sure, grounding you.

His thumb was the first to invade, pressing down on your tongue with slow, calculated weight, heavy, demanding, testing. The sensation was sharp, a reminder of his control, of how deeply you were surrendering. His eyes didn’t leave yours, dark and unwavering, watching every twitch, every shift, as though he wanted to carve the image of you into his memory, the image of you, open and obedient, ready to be ruined. His gaze burned, searing through you, and it made your pulse race faster, made heat bloom low in your belly. Wider, he muttered, voice low and rough, curling around you like smoke. Show me how much you can take.

The words slid over your skin, electric, coaxing you to stretch, to give more, to prove yourself and you obeyed, lips parting further, tongue pressing out, trembling but eager. His eyes darkened, a quiet growl rumbling low in his throat as he watched you offer yourself so completely. The air between you thickened, heavy with heat and want, you could feel it—his satisfaction, his hunger and you wanted to give him more. Wanted to be enough for him, to show him just how far you’d go.

He hummed, the sound low and approving, a dark ripple of satisfaction that made your skin burn. And then—he let go. Just long enough to undo his belt with slow, sharp precision, the sound of leather sliding through loops cut through the quiet, rough and deliberate, a promise in every movement as his fingers worked with lazy ease, but there was nothing casual about the tension that coiled beneath his skin as he freed himself, thick and heavy, already slick for you. The sight of him made your stomach twist, breath catch painfully in your throat.

He was big. Thick and long, flushed dark with arousal, the head glossy and wet, shining with pre-cum that dripped slow, glistening in the low light. He stroked his cock once, slow and measured, watching your eyes widen, watching the heat bloom across your cheeks, how your breath hitched, how hunger softened your gaze. His smirk deepened, dark and dangerous. Look at you, he muttered, voice rough with approval. So pretty when you’re ready to be fucked.

He stepped closer, closing the distance until his heat pressed against you, one hand still tight in your hair, the other guiding himself to your lips. He pressed the head against your mouth, slow and controlled, smearing the slickness along your skin, dragging it across the seam of your lips, down to your chin. Marking you, claiming you in slow, messy strokes, each pass left a gleaming trail that caught the light, that made your skin burn hotter. Stick out your tongue, he said, voice thick and dark, almost a growl. Show me how bad you want it.

You obeyed once again, tongue slipping out, trembling slightly with need, with anticipation. The sharp edge of hunger made your body ache, made the moment feel endless and he groaned, low and rough, the sound scraping through his throat like it hurt him to hold back. Good, he rasped, thumb brushing over your cheek in a brief, soft reward. Now keep it out. Don’t move. He smeared himself over you, slow and filthy, letting you taste the salt of him, the weight of him. And then—he pressed in, the head slid past your lips, heavy and thick, the stretch immediate and sharp. Your mouth opened wider, jaw already aching as he pushed deeper. Breathe through your nose, baby, he ordered, hand tightening in your hair. And don’t pull back.

His cock was scorching and weighty on your tongue, sliding deeper with a relentless heat that seared your senses. The taste of salt and skin flooded your mouth, sharp and primal, mingling with the slick mess that coated your lips, the sensation was thick, suffocating, a raw burn that pushed you deeper into submission, making your throat tighten and your pulse hammer, every nerve ending alive with the overwhelming depth of him. Your throat clenched as the head nudged the back, instinctive, but he didn’t stop. Relax, he murmured, thumb brushing over your cheek. I’ve got you. You can do it.

And he pushed deeper, slow but unrelenting, savoring every inch as he claimed you. The stretch burned, sharp and consuming, until your lips were stretched tight around him, until you could feel the pulse of him against your tongue, spit leaked from the corners of your mouth, slick and warm, sliding down your chin. Your throat clenched instinctively, a soft, broken gag tearing from you, but he didn’t falter. Didn’t pull back. His hand in your hair stayed firm, anchoring you in place as his hips pressed flush to your lips, the weight of him heavy and deep in your throat. That’s it, he groaned, voice ragged, breath stuttering as his fingers curled tighter. Fuck… just like that. Look how good you look.

Your eyes were wet, lashes clinging together, cheeks flushed and burning from the effort. Every breath was a struggle, your chest heaving as you fought to keep control, to take all of him. The mess was everywhere, spit shining messily across your chin, your skin damp where it slid down to your throat, but he loved it. Loved the sight of you undone and wrecked, eyes glassy, lips swollen, throat stretched tight around him, loved that you didn’t pull back, that you stayed right there, letting him take whatever he wanted.

You’re so messy for me, he muttered, hips rolling deeper, slow but devastating. Each thrust forced you to stretch wider, forced you to take more, to surrender more. Drooling all over yourself, taking me so fucking deep. He pulled back slightly, just enough for you to drag in a ragged breath, but not enough to let you escape. Not enough to stop the mess. Your lips glistened, slick with spit and pre-cum, and the connection between you stayed—a thin, glistening string that stretched and snapped with every movement, and then he pushed in again, harder, deeper, it was like a claim, like a brand, searing you from the inside out. The stretch burned, sharp and relentless, but you took it, you wanted it, every inch, every push, every breathless second where it felt like too much. Because it was his, because it was him.

He watched it, eyes dark, obsessed. His grip tightened, fingers digging in, controlling every movement, every breath as his hips pressed deeper, unrelenting, his cock filling you completely, stretching you wide. You swallowed around him, desperate, throat clenching tight, and the sound he gave was low, dangerous, rough with satisfaction. That’s it, he hissed, his voice sharp and dark. Let me feel you, mhm? Let me fuck this throat.

And he did, slow at first, but steady. Each thrust deep, claiming, his pace measured—like he wanted to feel every inch of you surrender. Like he wanted to stretch the moment out until it burned, until your nose was pressed flush to his skin, your breath stolen, choked, gasping for air that wouldn’t come. But you didn’t stop, didn’t pull back. You took it—took him—letting him own every inch of you, letting him own the sounds that broke from your throat, the helpless tremble that shivered through you, the way your body shook beneath his hold. And he loved it, loved how you gave yourself over, how you let him push deeper, take more, loved the rawness of it, the surrender, the way you didn’t fight but welcomed it, craved it. Loved knowing it was him making you this way—wrecked, undone, and his.

That’s my baby, he groaned, the words thick, heavy, molten. His voice dragged over you, curling hot through your belly. Tatking it so fucking deep. Like you were made for it. And he watched you—always watching, devouring every detail. The flush that painted your cheeks, the gloss of spit glistening along your chin, the raw wetness pooling at the corners of your eyes. He watched the way you trembled, the way your throat struggled and still took him deeper. Watched how your lips stretched wide, slick and ruined around him, how the mess of you—spit, tears, surrender—only made him harder, made his hand clench tighter in your hair, made his hips roll sharper, deeper, like he wanted to leave the shape of himself in your throat.

You look so fucking good like this, he muttered, almost to himself, his tone low, dark, reverent. Possessive, as his gaze burned, taking in every wrecked part of you like it was his to claim. All fucked out. All mine.

You moaned, the sound muffled, broken, and it hit him like a spark to dry kindling. His fingers tightened in your hair, breath catching hard in his chest, he could feel it—the way your throat stretched tight around him, how you burned to take it, how you didn't stop, wouldn’t, not with his eyes locked on yours, not with the stutter of his breath every time you swallowed around him. The way it felt. Hot, tight, fucking perfect. Shit, you're good, he muttered, voice rough and shaking with control he was barely holding. So fucking good with your mouth full. Like it shocked him, he couldn't believe how well you took him, how willing you were to let him push, let him teach you what he wanted.

He pulled back slow, letting you gasp, letting your lips stay parted as spit dripped in a thick string, catching the light as it stretched between you. His eyes traced it, dark and greedy, lingering on the shine coating your lips, the way they looked—swollen, wrecked, open. Ready, qlways ready for more and it made his chest burn ad much as it made his cock twitch. God, look at you, he rasped, voice dark and low. Reverent. Like he couldn’t believe you were real. You want it, mhm? Want me to fuck this throat raw, yeah? Want me to teach you how good you can take it?

You nodded, breathless, and his groan tore from his chest, raw and deep as his hand flexed in your hair once again, and then he pushed back in—harder this time, deeper. Enough that your throat convulsed, fought, but you didn’t pull away. Shirt, that's it, he growled, hips snapping forward, relentless and rough. His pace quickened, sliding slick and heavy between your lips, pushing deeper, claiming more and it was messy, messier, spit dripped down to your chest, pooling warm along your collarbones, mixing with the salty slick of his pre-cum. Your skin burned, flushed and damp, throat stretched wide and aching, but he loved it. God, he loved it, loved seeing you like this—wrecked and perfect, ruined for him.

You’re learning so fast, he muttered, watching you through half-lidded eyes, watching the tears that streaked down your cheeks, the raw, desperate heat in your gaze, the wet, messy heat of you… it ruined him as much as it ruined you. Taking it so fucking well. Gonna make this throat mine. His grip in your hair tightened, rough and demanding, dragging you deeper, holding you there until you swallowed, until you gagged and gasped and still didn’t stop, still didn’t pull away. And that look on your face—wrecked, desperate, lustful—it tore a groan from him, low and dangerous, hips rocking deeper, savoring the way you let him take it.

Fuck—baby, he gasped, voice shattering, hips jerking as he fought for control. You’re gonna make me cum. You’re gonna swallow it all, yeah? Take it all down that pretty fucking throat? His words were sharp, ragged, breaking apart on his tongue, but his hand didn’t loosen, they held you there, deep and tight, feeling the way your throat clenched, how you pushed deeper, how you opened for him, hungry. And it destroyed him.

Shit, fuck, just like that, he groaned, hips stuttering, body trembling as he chased it. Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop, I’m—, His breath broke, sharp and raw, his body tight as a bowstring. His cock pulsed deep in your throat, thick and heavy, and then—he snapped. Fuck—take it, take it all, he growled, voice jagged, hips grinding deep as he spilled, hot and heavy, thick ropes of cum flooding your throat. It was messy, brutal, the rush of it filling you so fast you could barely keep up, leaking from the corners of your mouth, dripping down your chin.

You swallowed, desperate and shaking, choking around him, and it tore a broken groan from his throat as his body shuddered, tense and straining, hand tight in your hair, holding you there, keeping you down. His chest rose hard and fast, muscles flexed, his jaw tight as he watched—watched you take it, swallow it, let it fill you. His eyes burned, dark and molten, locked on the way you trembled beneath him. Every drop, he hissed, the words ragged, rough with hunger. His voice cracked, sharp and desperate. Don’t waste it. Be a good fucking girl, yeah?

And you were, you took it all, swallowed him down, felt the heat burn its way into you. It smeared your lips, your tongue, sticky and slick, and when he finally pulled back—slow, reluctant, as though he hated letting go—a thick string of spit and cum clung between you, wet and heavy. Chan looked wrecked. His chest heaved, skin flushed, hair damp and curling at his temples. His lips were parted, tongue pressed to the corner of his mouth, like he could still taste it, still feel it.

You did so fucking good, he muttered, voice low, wrecked. Took me so well… didn’t pull back once. Let me ruin you. His eyes dragged over your face, lingering on your swollen lips, the spit and cum glistening on your chin. He groaned, deep and low, like the sight of you broke him. Fuck… if you’re this good already, I’m fucked. Got so much to teach you, and you’re already taking it like this? His hand tightened in your hair, tilting your head back just enough to meet his gaze. You’ve got no idea what you do to me.

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im sorry but idk what a part two even looks like. i know a lot of people have asked for it but its... just some couch sex?? idk i'll try.

Laswell clicked the door shut behind her, and part of you wished she had locked it. Gaz was sure to tell the rest of the team, but you could do without an audience. What would they even see if they barged in here?

The captain had let his cock loose from the confines of his pants, and they were sliding down his thick, muscular ass with every selfish thrust. He was rubbing himself like a naughty dog against your clothed pussy, begging for entrance with every forward movement. Your shirt was pulled down, revealing your breasts, and now they were covered in pink marks from the roughness of his beard as he moved his mouth across you.

Feeling him take each nipple and suck it so gently into his mouth, pulling it in like delicious nectar through a straw, drinking you although you were dry, tasting you even though you had no flavor. It was too much, but he couldn't stop.

You felt a little wrong to be enjoying your commanding officer so much. His humping was making your body respond even as it waited for your guilty conscience to catch up.

"Cap... oh, my fucking God... No, Captain. We shouldn't..." you tried to protest on his behalf, knowing he was being controlled by the powder.

"Corporal," he spoke with his mouth full of your flesh, "I can stop... now. It'll give you... enough time... to run..."

His bright pink eyes flashed up at you in warning and he used both his arms to pin you on either side of your head, forcing you to look at him, the intensity of which went right to your rapidly-melting core.

Suddenly, in a moment of lucidity, he looked you right in your eyes and finished his sentence,

"But that will not be bloody true for long."

As if warning you, he rubbed his hardness up and over your belly, letting it ruck up your shirt, and you felt its incredible heat. It was like a long, steel brand. His skin was smooth, but it was scalding and swollen with his blood. The huge tip left a wet trail of desire wherever it went.

"It's okay, Captain. You can have me if you --"

There mere suggestion of your consent was all he needed to let the dam burst and the river run free. His need crashed from him with an explosive force. He all but ripped your clothes from you, nearly hurting you in the process, making your ankles ache from the sudden pressure as he shucked your pants and boots away in one go.

Your panties were torn from you, sturdy though they were. The fabric made a whining, popping noise as the elastic split. Air rushed across uncovered skin, and your body doubled down on its plans to produce as much natural lubrication as possible. It seemed to know you'd need it.

He didn't touch you. Not with his hands. There was no preparation of any kind. Price fed himself into you like a hand into a glove, a body part in need of sudden and immediate warmth. He took control of your head again, pinning you in that same furious way, and you had a singular view of his face, twisted in a sort of sublime agony as he sank himself into you for the first time.

The pressure was almost unimaginable. Your body was making a lurid, wet, slicking noise as his cock forced you in half. You tried to allow him in, tried to relax, but there was little you could do. He was immense and heavy. It felt like a fist on a strong arm, like a forge hammer, hot and searing. The only thing more tormenting was his voice purring darkly in your ear.

"Fuck, you're warm..."

He pulled himself out of you inch by inch, leaving a terrible hollow where you were once whole.

"Wet for me. So wet. How?"

Back in. And in. And in. It seemed to go forever in and it made you wonder how deep you were.

"It feels so good to have you 'round me, love..."

When the rosy head of him found the end of your wet hole, it sort of... settled there. Locked in, like a key into a tumbler, and each fold of you a lifted pin, fitting him as if you were crafted for it.

"Thought 'bout how you'd feel. Sometimes... dreamt it."

You felt your body give away your surprise. He was too gone to notice it, but not you. You would have been able to feel the planets shift an inch to the left if they dared. You could feel everything. Each and every pore and hair and breath was awake and alive and living in the rawest possible way. Could he have really been thinking of you like you were thinking of him?

"Bloody fuckin' hell. So tight. Too tight."

He was right. It was too tight. He was squeezing himself in with each of these aching, crazed thrusts, shoving himself inside of you hungrily, all the way up to your pounding heart, it seemed. You felt yourself slipping around him like hot oil, running down his shaft and matting the coarse, dark hair that cradled his root.

"John..."

You used his name in place of his title, and he noticed. Noticed it like a hawk notices a hare. Right in your ear, up against your cheek, he responded, too quickly, too much teeth,

"Yes, love. Yes. Yes? Tell me."

He was grunting now, clearly on the edge of his pleasure. You aimed to take him over it, to plunge him into blinding darkness. You whispered, and each word hit its mark like the straight shaft of an arrow, striking into the target one after the other, tearing through the bullseyes like they were nothing but air.

"You're gonna make me come, John."

Again, that unearthly snarl came from his chest, the one you'd never heard before come from the mouth of a man. It was a cry and a scream and a prayer and a plea and had he not been pinning you down prone with his own prostrated body, he would have been growling it from his knees. He commanded you as he worshiped you,

"Give it to me. Give it to me. Give. It. To. Me."

Your body listened before you could even register his words.

From the bones in your hips, you felt your muscles tighten along his iron rod like a fist, closing in on him knuckle by knuckle, and each closure brought you closer to that brink where the darkness turned to blinding white light. You could feel the sparkle of it, that peppery gunpowder flash and then...

"Holy fuck, love..." He stared at you as if you were the sun lighting up his whole life. Like he'd seen you before, all sherbet pink and blazing orange, in the dawn, in the mornings, cutting over the horizon.

Price had come in you. You felt it. It slid along the cleft of your ass and soaked into the fabric of the couch. He didn't mind it. You couldn't. His body was still thrusting as hard and as heavy as before, fucking up into you as if he hadn't just filled you with his thick, hot cream.

"I can't... " he gasped, wrenching his eyes shut, "I can't stop..."

"It's okay, John..."

"I can't bloody stop, love. I'm... fuck, I'm sorry..."

"I'm okay. It's okay," you whispered to him, trying to soothe him.

You pet the hair back over his brow and he leaned into your touch like a cat, purring for more of it. You laced your fingers through his hair and held him tight at his scalp, turning his head so that you could talk to him right into his ear,

"Fuck me how you need to, Captain."

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His Mate, finally someone to call his…

ft. Hawks centered, Hawks x reader, Slight! Bakugo x reader, Slight! Dabi x reader.

Hawks x UA Student! Reader (Part 3)

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Warning tag: obsessed! Hawks, possessive! Hawks, naive! student reader, violation of trust, dubious consent, mating cycles, rut response, obsessive behavior, uncontrollable thirst for reader, manipulation, forced, thigh riding, hormonal minds out of control, sexual content, first time, cock riding, teenage fuck, Dabi's toxically interested in you, Bakugo bestie yet secretly inlove wit you, love confessions, cock-drunk, Hawks trying to be good but failing miserably, gaslighting, HEAVY plot, lots of smut.

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“Tell me,” Hawks’ voice sounded deeper, raspier almost feral, as it you were facing a darker self of the same man, and the next words that came out of his mouth made you realize how affected he was, for you have never EVER, had such a raw response.

 “...May I fuck you as your way of thanking me for saving you?”

“...W-what?” You stammered, shock dripping down your tone, an eyebrow raising almost comically. 

“Whaddya say, kid—” Hawks purred, closing the distance so much that you found yourself upholstered against the cold wall behind you, the broad chest of the winged hero pressed flush against you as your shaky hands latched onto his black, hero shirt. “You said you could handle me...”

Wrapping one of your hands in his, he guided it down so you could feel his hard rock cock through his pants, a hoarse moan accompanied his next words as the hero guided you to start to pump him. “I can't assure you that I'll be gentle....” the speed of his hand increased, letting you feel every ridge and swelled vein in his fat erection, “but I can assure that you will LOVE to give that tight, warm cunt to me.” 

The golden around his eyes was gone, completely eaten by the blown pupil, anxiety starting to take its toll on you, this was too much.... never in your life have you had such a reaction from anyone you healed... and suddenly Recovery girl's words echoed in your head again. The lack of control from your quirk can have adverse results on the wounded, especially on persons who have animal traits... don't use it at that level until you are one hundred percent sure you can master it... 

Hawks had animal traits, even his fucking hero name was one of an actual animals.... you screwed up, HARD.

“Hawks, S-sir, I...” You didn’t find it in you to move. Every single fiber of your being screamed to listen to his advice and run, but you couldn’t. 

The heat was suddenly too much when you could clearly feel his cock twitching on your palm, and lively snatching your hand, you pushed Hawks away with all your force, a wicked smile stretched his mouth, even so, scooted over so you could attempt to run to a secluded corner next to a dumpster, to catch your breath. 

His step faltered just a second before he felt compelled to trail behind, slumping beside you, unceremoniously. His head lolled, dipping to press another whisper of a kiss to your jaw, like he didn't care in the slightest, that you were trying to get away from him. 

A warm hand rested over your shoulder, and you felt yourself shiver. “Usually, I don’t fancy brats,” Hawks said, and without breaking a sweat, grinded you against the wall without contemplation, “But you are sooooo cute, I´ll make an exception.” 

“Hawks, Sir!” it was so weird to call Sir someone closer to your age than that of your cousin’s, yet, your voice seemed looped on it, “you are being influenced by my quirk...it is-it is based on energy that–” He didn't let you finish when you were being caged between his arms again, soft lips peppering your face with invasive kisses. 

“—I don’t care, brat, I warned you.” The hero spatted, and a tear threatened to peek at the corner of your eye, yet you inhaled sharply and instead set your mind in hero mode, you weren’t some damsel in distress, you were a hero in training… perhaps there was still a chance for you to complete the healing loop, and satiate Hawks enough for him to come back to his usual self, at least for a moment to be able to talk him out of fucking you raw. 

Slowly, you started to wiggle out of his arms, but then paused for a second to tilt your chin up, and press a tender kiss to his lips to which he responded eagerly, flushed and awfully anxious you tried not to get distracted from your task when he mmphs low in his throat and his hand snaked up to cradle your jaw, holding you there for just a bit longer than you originally planned.

You tried to low his libido down, but your resistance instead urged him to grind his hard rock erection against you, so ready for you to take care of it. And there was when you saw your way out, this was the chance you were looking for, the winged hero was already too lost in his hormonal brain, too affected by your quirk, too deep into his own instinctual behavior to listen to reason....so, you needed to plunge him out by force.... hard and fast, an explosion of pleasurable release.... you were going to have to make him cum, and preferably, without raping you in the process.

The first thing was to separate him a bit from you, but right now that seemed to be the most difficult... since the dirtiness of the things he whispered devilishly against your ear were paralyzing you...

“I´m gonna stuff you with my chicks, you are gonna look soooooo pretty all swelled and heavy...” he breathed into your mouth. His voice teasing, yet again, held undertones of something deeper, something similar to devotion.... almost too caring. This man groping you wasn't the hero persona you’d seen on the news; this was the man behind the mask asking you to bare his children and become utterly his. 

“I can barely wait to come home to my pretty little wifey, waiting for me—” one of his hands dipped under the rim of your skirt, slowly worming his fingers to snatch your shirt up until the skin of your belly was exposed for him to place his big, calloused palm on top—reverently—as if you were meant to be his most prized person, “...round belly, full of my chicks and big, pretty smile on your face,” he kept daydreaming, “-SO ready for me to fill you again.”

Even using all your strength, you weren't able to move it off of you one inch, and worry spiked up when his advantageous palm keep traveling down your lower belly, dragging closer and closer under your panties—you knew what he was after, so you reduced to use a lamer approach. 

“Let me-let me do something first...” you pleaded, and thankfully it caught his sporadic attention, cocking his head to the side quizzically to then dive his face in the hollow of your neck, and breath the next words out. “Sorry, kid, I like to take the lead—”

“That´s okey!” you hurried, “it’s just- it's my... my first time... please, just let me—” you prayed for this to work, desperation really turning your voice into a pitiful sound.

Hawks thought about it for a moment, and grinning more to himself, gift you some space to do whatever you wanted to do –of course under his supervision– it would be embarrassing, and honestly, you didn't know if you would make it work but you had to try, because you refused to have a teenage pregnancy.

“Your show, kid.” Hawks spilled, sassy grin firmly on his face. 

Oh! How you wished he weren't looking so attentively.

“Could you close your eyes—”

“No.”

Well, that was fast, but expected. 

Arming yourself with courage, carefully fixed your disheveled shirt and to the best of your ability stood straight in steady legs, but then stopped for an entirely different reason. 

“Can you please.... —can you please unbuckle your pants?” The words rushed out of you, embarrassment eating you out, painfully. 

“Good girl.” He praised, nimbly unbuckling his belt, and without you having to ask, took himself out.  

Your orbs almost popped out of its sockets, you had seen a dick before but none this big, Hawks was massive, long and thick with a very pretty pink shade, and a dusting of blond hairs nesting on top. “As you can surely see, I’m pretty big, baby,” he cooed in a low rasp, “We better prepare you first, or it’s gonna hurt—like a lot,” you swallowed, thickly. 

And the moment you saw him smearing precum all over the head of his length, and dip two fingers inside his mouth to let his drool cover them to then lick his lips while wiggling the after mentioned digits at you—you didn't know what came over you. Perhaps you truly were possessed or just too determined, but you rushed towards him, and your hand reached between his thighs.

Hawks exhaled sharply leaning into your touch, letting his hot breath wash over your face and you felt him widen his stance to accommodate closer to you. Experimentally, you pumped him once and felt him brace an arm behind the small of your back, supporting himself on the solid wall as your fingers began to slip, treacherously slow, up and down his reddened cock.

He choked out a strangled sigh when you gripped him from the base and began to coil your hand to then cup his heavy balls. His head lolled once more, nuzzling into the crook of your neck, panting, bursts of hot breath fanning over your throat.

You felt your own breath quicken, felt yourself getting bolder, nevertheless, the uneasy feeling of being jacking off a total stranger in the open, never leaving your mind.

You meshed your other hand into his golden locks and pulled him closer, pressing your body flush against his. Hawks moaned, keening, his arm now firmly around your waist. You shushed him quietly, tightening the hold on his shaft while gaining speed and precision with each stroke. 

In this position, you looked as though you were only consoling a Hero who had a rough week, simply hugging in the dim light of the lonely alley. The shadows hiding you both, that feral Golden gaze reserved only for you. 

“—Is the pressure, Okey?” You sighed into his cheek.

“Please don’t stop...” Hawks whimpered. “God, don’t fucking stop—”

You didn’t, but it wasn’t enough, your touch felt naughtily good, but he was accustomed to experienced partners, even hand jobs needed certain speed and pressure to be fulfilling. The frustrating feeling of not getting what he wanted, edged him to wrap your hand with his and pump your fist faster- it wasn’t as tight, or warm or heavenly as your virgin cunt should feel- but it did scratch the itch, ever so slightly. 

Pressing his face flush against your neck, inhaling deeply. Your scent helped him get closer. He made you jerk him faster, harder. He needed more, more accurate, you, moaning and screaming for him to breed you—mate you. 

His Mate, finally someone to call his… that precious thought and your warm hand achieved the goal a little, just a few drops of pearly cum squeezed out, but enough to grant him a second of coherency. 

“I know what you—what you are trying to do.... kid,” His voice was deep, yet it wasn't the rut speaking, this was actually Hawks.

“Hawks...?” you called out. 

“In the flesh-...ngh!...” he attempted to joke but his voice cracked as he moaned, “This was—FUCK—it was very smart of you...” you could see the struggle in his features, it sounded like he was in pain, “—but I need more....much, much, muchMORE....” he smiled at you, apologetically, “-to be able to tame this fucking rut.”

He knew what he was asking, and even when hated to do it, knew as well that you would prefer that than carry his children and having him strapped to your hip for the next eighteen years, only letting you go once your offspring was able to be autonomous. 

“I-…I can´t…I´m sorry, Hawks—” you trailed, shame curling your lips down, at the knowledge that all of this was your own fault. 

“I know-... sweet girl, its fine...” He cooed, narrowed eyes locked in you cum stained fingers, “I understand… but I need you to understand as well—” 

His voice sounded more strained with each passing second, the winged hero could feel himself slipping away again, he didn’t want to ask, but sure as hell, would hate a lot more to end up taking you by force. 

“—I can’t control myself…” He confessed, “not when in rut and—” 

“I understand.” You muttered, quietly. 

“You do?” 

You nodded, unable to look him in the eye, yet you felt his hand when gently caressed your cheek once, before it latched on to your nape and yanked, hinting you. 

“Then please —please, don’t make me ask.” 

You wondered if he had ever had to beg someone before, of course not, he could have whoever he wanted. Quit stalling, your mind scolded and you felt the pull of his hand again, a little more demanding.

Taking your hand, like a true gentleman, help you to your knees. It was the least he could do, and shame reflected in his eyes when you looked up. Hard and heavy cock throbbing with need in front of your face, ready to be swallowed down. 

Your mouth quivered and before you could set your mind to engulf him, his knuckles gently traced your jawline tenderly, pampering the skin before dip a thumb into your mouth, smearing it with saliva and moistening your dry lips.

You looked as ready as you could be, for someone about to give a blowjob to the number two hero. 

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⛧ 𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝙱𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝙺𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚜 ⛧

⛧ Pairing: poly!slasher!minsung x chubby!fem!reader

⛧ Genre: slasher au/horror/fluff/angst

⛧ Summary: It's Halloween 1996, you've just broken up with your toxic ex, and there's a killer on the loose. When you go to the local video store to find your next distraction, you run into your longtime crushes who have their hearts set on looking after you. But you must be careful. Not everyone's who they appear to be.

⛧ Word Count: 2.1k

⛧ Warnings: brief discussion of murder, implied possessive ex, intro to knife play if you squint, suggestive, psycho Minsung, you probably have a killer fetish, & that's all my loves. It's otherwise quite fluffy tbh.

⛧ A/N: I'm starting this series as my love letter to 90's slasher films aaaand because I just love Minsung. I'm writing this in "tapes" instead of chapters for ✨ ambiance ✨ so I hope the vibes come across. I'm already working on part two so I'll have my knives and fingers crossed you babes enjoy this one.

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A bell dings overhead as you step through the door of Topline Video. A crowd of middle school kids dart by, nearly knocking you over in their excitement to get home with some cheesy slasher flick they definitely shouldn’t be watching. All are in full costume, wearing the kind of plastic masks that smell sorta funny when you put them on. 

The kid dressed as a goblin turns back for a second, peeling up the murky green mask to reveal an apologetic face. “Sorry, lady!” he shouts, taking your gentle smile as a sign of forgiveness and racing to catch up to his friends. “Lady?” you whisper to yourself, the door creaking shut behind you, “Great, now I feel ancient.” 

Lucky for you there’s no time for an existential crisis as you’re swept into the frenzy of the video store. The walls are packed with what must be a thousand VHS tapes. Double sided displays line the aisles with hundreds more. Every one of them is some brand of horror movie with even the most obscure subgenre present. 

Black and orange streamers travel from one end of the ceiling to the next with tiny spiders dangling from them. Giant skeletons lurk in the corners guarding jack o lanterns with flickering eyes. Every year people eat it up but this year is particularly spooky. It sends a shiver down your spine when you recall why. 

“I heard they found another leg” a red haired girl says, casually smacking on a piece of bright pink bubblegum. Beside her a shorter girl files through tapes under a large bloody hand drawn sign reading SERIAL KILLERS.

“I thought they already found both of his legs. A guy can’t have three legs.”

The red haired girl shakes her head, smiling mischievously. “That is not true. I hooked up with him once. You could for sure consider that thing a third leg.” The girls break into a fit of giggles. Dodging their insensitivity, you squeeze yourself into the Monster Movie section. 

“Hey Drac” you sigh, staring up at the Dracula cutout looming over you, “I live in a town of idiots.” “You don’t mean everyone, do you?” a voice answers back with the worst Dracula impersonation you’ve ever heard. Suspicious that it isn’t coming from the cardboard cutout, you peek around to see a familiar face stocking the shelves. 

Your heart immediately begins to flutter, a blanket of warmth encompassing you. Han Jisung. If you flip through the dictionary you’ll find him under D for dreamy. The glow of the setting sun kisses his dark curly hair, making it almost sparkle. And those brown eyes, they’re so…no…keep it together. 

“That’s a terrible Dracula voice” you tease, arms folded across your chest. “I don’t know what you mean. Bleh, bleh, bleh” he carries on, pretending to bare his fangs. Now it’s you who’s giggling and you can’t stand how easily he gets you to.

“You are such a dork, Han.”

Returning to his normal voice he only shrugs, “But that’s why you’re so insanely in love with me isn’t it?”

His words intensify the heat moistening your palms. Fidgeting with the sleeves of your jean jacket, you wrack your brain for some witty response only for nonsense to tumble out. 

“No. What? I…uh…um…early.” 

Popping a copy of Megaverse Massacre 2 onto the shelf, Han raises an eyebrow at you, “Early?”

Your brain finally catches up to your mouth and you spit it out. “Uh, yeah, early. I heard you guys were closing early because of the…” 

“Body hacking psycho killer?” a voice cackles, gripping your shoulders from behind. You let out a blood curdling scream that draws the attention of a few nearby shoppers. Swinging around, your fist ready to dish out a debilitating gut punch, you come face to face with Lee Minho. You haven’t quite decided if he can be filed under “dreamy” or “asshole” yet.

Minho grins, never finding you cuter than when he’s getting on your nerves. “I’m sorry, babe. Didn’t hurt you did I?” he teases, straightening out your clothes with a gentleness you weren’t expecting. The sun’s doing that thing again. The sparkle. The glow. The radiant brown eyes searching yours, threatening to make you fall even deeper into them than you already have.

Han dips between the two of you, separating you before you rip Minho’s head off. “I’m sorry. Really. He was deprived of air in the womb. Being an asshole’s just a side effect.” 

Over Han’s shoulder Minho frowns, “Hey! Rude much?” Digging into his pocket, Han pulls out a lollipop. It’s sugar blown into the shape of a blood drenched kitchen knife. “Are you bribing me with a sugary murder weapon?” you ask, staring at it skeptically. Han flashes you a close lipped smile, his cheeks so fluffy it’d be a crime to deny him.

Snatching the lollipop you waste no time popping the wrapper off and tapping Minho on the head with it. “Hey! What was that for?” he winces, wiping lollipop residue from his head. “Sorry, babe” you grin, sucking on your tool of revenge, “Didn’t hurt you did I?” Han buries his face in his hand but it does nothing to hide the joy he takes in his best friend’s pain. 

This is nice. Laughing with someone. With them. It’s been a while since you felt this light around other people. The recent weight on you hasn’t been of some invisible boogeyman sneaking off with one of your limbs. No, your boogeyman was someone you knew well, or at least thought you did, and he’s haunted you every chance he can.

Speak of the devil…

A bell dings, drawing your attention to the door where a man in a demon mask scans the room for someone. You recognize him immediately. Those boots. Those pants. That flannel shirt you always found totally hideous on him. Your heart sinks, the lollipop in your hand tumbling to the floor.

You see Minho and Han’s hearts sink too. It’s as if they sense that any joy you’d been feeling just went down the drain that instant. Minho whispers something into Han’s ear. You can’t make out what, only the calculated tone of his voice. “Hey!” Han says, perking up again, “We’re having a movie night tonight. You should come.”

As the man in the demon mask spots you, your eyes dart back and forth between the men. “A movie night? Sure that would be…I’d like that.”

Han takes you by the hand, “Wicked. Come on, you can pick a movie from the back.” He leads you towards the backroom just as the man advances towards you. Peeking over your shoulder you spot Minho blocking his way. A quick left turn stops you from seeing what happens next, filling your vision instead with tattered old movie posters.

Passing a few of Han’s coworkers, you wave politely and they smile in return. The back room’s like a dustier, quieter version of the sales floor. The walls are still lined with tapes, only there’s no way these have been watched any time in the past decade. Through the dust you see the spine of a tape titled Camp Counselor Sleepover Murder Party 4.

“That one” you decide, stopping dead in your tracks.

Han stops too, squinting to spot what caught your eye, “A woman of taste I see.” 

Pulling it from the shelf, he blows the dust away and hands it to you. “Only the finest for you.”

You feel that lightness again. It's easy to feel it when he smiles at you like this. Such an unexpected but welcomed sense of safety. “Han, thanks for…” you start but the surprise sensation of his lips pressed to yours makes anything you were about to say feel insignificant.

With one hand still holding yours, his other hand comes to rest on your lower back. Your lips are somehow softer than he’d imagined. Even in the absence of the lingering strawberry flavored lollipop, he knows they’d taste just as sweet. Minho’s gonna kill him when he finds out that he kissed you first but nothing could be more worth it.

“Thank me by not worrying about your ex,” he says, “He won’t bother you anymore. I promise.” 

You want to tell him how much he doesn’t understand. That your ex doesn’t give up that easily. But you decide not to ruin the moment, even if letting yourself believe him feels delusional. “Jisung, we need you up front!” one of his coworkers shouts back. He hesitates, unsure if he should leave you or not.

You kiss him first this time, turning him loose, “Go. I’ll be fine back here. Camp Counselor Sleepover Murder Party 1-3 have gotta be rotting around here somewhere right?” One last kiss and he’s rushing back up front, clueless as to how he’s supposed to focus on anything else now.

Turning back to the shelf you realize how big of a challenge you’re in for. Maybe there’s a feather duster somewhere? Or a respirator mask?

“Give it here. That has to be wrong.” Minho approaches the kitchen counter where you sit, playfully swinging your feet. He reaches for the magazine in your hand but you clutch it tightly to your chest, refusing to fork it over.

“Live with it, Minho. You are Suspicious Boyfriend.” 

“Suspicious boyfriend” Han sings, retrieving a bag of freshly popped popcorn from the microwave, “I think it has a ring to it.”

Hopping down from the counter, you skip your way over to Han extending the magazine and the pen in your hand out to him. “Your turn, Hannie.” You see the skepticism all over his face but don’t give up. All torture must be equal after all.

“I’ll take that” Minho smiles, stealing the popcorn for himself.

“Sure. Why not?” Han surrenders, grabbing the magazine and the pen. You and Minho watch on, far more amused than you should be, as Han skims the pages checking off answers to silly personality questions. Pick a country to travel to. Pick a favorite food. Upstairs or downstairs?

After a minute or two he finishes and slides the magazine back over to you. You can barely contain yourself as you assess his results. Leaning across the counter, you share them with Minho who immediately begins to laugh. 

“What’s so funny? What did I get?” Han asks looking so genuinely concerned that you almost feel bad for telling Minho first. Minho empties the popcorn into a bright orange Halloween bowl, shoveling some into his mouth. “Comic Relief Best Friend” he mumbles. Han frowns, coming to see for himself. You hold the results page up for him. 

Which Horror Character Are You?

You point to his score beneath the headline “Comic Relief Best Friend”.

“Oh, okay. So I’m funny and I die before him. Perfect.”

“Aww, come on. Don’t be like that” you say, poking at his chin, “It’s not like I got the best result either. I’m the Final Girl.” 

“What’s so bad about that?” Minho asks, his words muffled by food, “It means you make it to the sequel.” 

“No, it means that I’m boring. Badass but boring. I wanna be the killer. They have more fun.” 

Han shakes his head, a sympathetic hand resting on your shoulder, “I hate to break it to you but you’re not really killer material.” Minho takes your hand like a doctor prepared to give you some bad news, “Yeah, you just…you don’t have it in you, kid.” 

“Don’t have it in me? I do so!” you protest, your tantrum not doing much to make you less adorable. Minho moves toward the knife rack behind him, carefully selecting the biggest, sleekest one he can find. “Okay, so kill me.” 

There’s a long, tense silence.

“Come on. It’s not that hard. Just…” Minho mimes stabbing himself in the chest, his tongue stuck out sideways. “Give it!” you shout, running to take the knife away. Minho catches you by the wrist, slipping the knife into your hand and raising the tip of the blade an inch away from his throat.

“Do it” he dares, his hand tightening around yours, “Prove us wrong.”

There’s an unnerving excitement in his eyes as he awaits your decision. An excitement that doesn’t seem to want you to back away. No, it wants you to come closer. He wants you to come closer.

“Hannie,” you plead, “Can you talk some sense into him please?” Han joins the two of you, saying nothing at first, simply observing. The way that they watch you is intensely sexual and some part of you, one you hadn’t known existed until now, seems to take pleasure in it. 

Han laughs, bringing his arms around your waist, “Oh but sweetie, we’ve played your game. Don’t you wanna play ours now?”

[t0yac1d]

Sweet Dreams (JJ.Maybank x F!Reader)

Warnings: thigh fucking & grinding/dry humping

Word Count: 532

Part II

It's late in the night, a cool summer night. You and JJ were fast asleep on John B's couch, Kei and Pope on the floor, and Sarah with John B in his room. The group hung out for the day and ended it at the Routledge residence. The house was quiet, nothing making a noise besides the occasional snore coming from Pope.

JJ was having trouble sleeping though, you looked so pretty today and the swimsuit you wore made the blood from his brain rush to his dick. For the entire day he's been sporting a hard on, not ever getting a chance to relieve himself. 

So there he was, wide awake trying his hardest to fall asleep and trying his best to not grind his painfully hard dick against your ass. The same ass that's been nudging against him for the past hour. "It wouldn't be wrong, right? Just for a little.." he thought to himself.

He lightly grabbed onto your hips and moved his against your ass. "S-shit.." he sighed, the slight friction easing some of the pain. He moved again, pressing into you a little harder, letting out a shaky moan and burying his face in the crook of your neck. 

The slow movements gradually got faster, the slow grinding turned into him rutting against you, like a dog in heat. All of this movement caused you stir, halting JJ's movements. Making sure you were still asleep, he started moving his hips again, slowly.

The friction wasn't enough though, he wanted more, he needed more. He pulled his pants and boxers down, or at least enough for his dick to spring out and breathe. 

The cold air hit his tip causing him to shiver and stifle a moan. Pulling you close and stroking himself, spreading his pre-cum, he pushed himself between your thighs. He knew it was weird, to grind and hump on you while you were sleeping, but fully fucking you didn't make him feel better, your thighs will suffice for this one time. 

Thrusting his hips he let out a moan,a little too loud making everyone in the room stir and mumble, he bit his lip trying to silence himself. Dipping his head in the crook of your neck he let out an airy breath and kissed your shoulders, hips thrusting faster and balls slapping against the back of his thighs. 

Whining and huffing in your ear, kissing and nipping at your neck, he was getting closer and closer to cumming all over your thighs. JJ grabbed your thighs, squeezing them tightly, tight enough it might even leave a mark. His hips began to stutter and his hands gripped your thighs and hip while he bit his lip, hard enough to cause it to bleed and pushing his head further into your neck. 

His dick twitched and his cum shot out, covering your thighs and some of the couch. Panting, he slid himself from between you and started getting up to get something to clean you up and to clean the couch off when he heard shuffling. "I'll meet you in the bathroom, only fair if I get something too. Right?" You smiled, catching JJ off guard.

[spideyhexx]

mdni; had to write this real quick haha

billy working for your father and you sneak out of your room at night to meet him in a clearing near your ranch. He walks up to you with a smile, "There's my beautiful girl."

"You say that too much," you tell him, he scoffs, a smile still playing on his lips. "Cause 's always true. 'nd I always want my beautiful girl."

You shove at his chest, Billy purposely stumbling back a few steps.

"Can push me away all you want, baby, I'll want you just as much," he chuckles as he says it.

"Does it turn you on, too?" Your eyes flit down below his belt where his hard-on is showing then back to his eyes. Billy smiles more. "Oh, you caught me."

You smirk at him and move up closer until you can feel his body heat, his hands moving to your hips in an instant. But your hand rests right against his bulge, pressing your palm on it ever so slightly. "You're gettin' me riled up, we don't have much time," he mutters, clearing his throat, trying to feign some composure.

"Oh, I know, Billy. I know," and you press your palm firmer against him, rubbing him slowly over his pants, Billy's body involuntarily moving forward, his forehead pressing to yours.

"'M gonna go insane," he mumbles, his eyes fluttering shut as you continue palming him, only feeling him get harder. Billy tries to keep his breathing steady, but he lets out a shaky breath and you chuckle.

"Laughin'? You're laughin' at me?" His tone sounds annoyed, but he's smiling, his nose bumping yours the moment your fingers begin to fiddle with the buttons of his pants, undoing them. You peck his lips as you slip your hand into his pants. He bites his lip, stifling a groan when your hand wraps around his hard and pretty cock, stroking your hand up and then back down along the length of it.

You look down to watch yourself touch him, catching the sight of his tip and the way his hips press closer to your touch. You think to tease him more about how aroused he is this quick but you bite your tongue, focusing on how warm he feels, how thick he feels in your hand. Billy's jaw clenches as he grits his teeth. "You can make noise, there's no one here," you tell him, and he nods. "I know, sweetheart, but I can't risk it."

And it makes your heart drop for a moment, but then part of you savors the way his face screws up in pleasure. His teeth bite down on his lip as you quicken your pace, your hand jerking him just the way he likes it, your thumb swirling over his leaking tip and spreading the precum on his dick, which at the very least earns you a little moan from him. With each stroke, he wants to melt more into your touch. You take a second to focus on the head again, pressing your thumb to it, swirling your finger once more, and smiling as he tries to hold back his moans.

He closes his eyes a little tight, he grunts when you reach further down to caress the pads of your fingertips against his balls before returning to his cock.

"You're trouble," he mumbles and you feel the urge to shove him again but you hold back. "Yeah? Is it worth it?" You squeeze him in a gentle touch, stilling your hand. Billy opens his mouth to say something but then you start up your movements again, your grasp on him firm and purposeful as you jerk him, his hips trying to buck again but he stops himself, his words dying in the back of his throat.

So he just nods, sloppily kissing the corner of your lips, "I missed," he whispers. You giggle and kiss him correctly, swallowing a moan as you pump your hand faster. "'M warnin' you, 'm close," he says against your lips.

Billy gives your bottom lip a small kiss, his breath hitching when your thumb rubs his tip again. "Want you to come for me," you whisper to him, grinning at the way he shifts on his feet at your words.

"I will...I want to...fuck," he breathes out, leaning forward like he's gonna kiss you, but he lets out a moan instead, tipping his head back.

"I know, baby," you coo at him, leaning your head to his shoulder and looking down at your hand and his cock, the slight wet sound of your actions, your heavy breathing, and his muffled moans are the only things that can be heard right now. His cock twitches in your hand, "c'mon, come for me. Please?"

And you tilt your head up to look at him just as he looks down at you. Your eyes are big and your bottom lip jutting out just a little does it for him. Billy lets out a low grunt as he spills into your hand, no doubt making a mess of his pants as his come spurts out of him.

"Fuckin'...trouble," he mutters and shakes his head as he looks down at the mess, then at you as you remove your hand, licking his release off of your fingers with your eyes glued to his.

"Think your father would mind if I keep you out just a little longer?" He's joking, your father not even knowing you're there right now, but you shrug, quirking your lips into a smile as you start to walk away.

Billy doesn't let you get far, running over and wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you up, spinning you around. "No fuckin' way you're leavin' like that, get your damn pants off."

let's chat about billy, here :)

[ta3hyungtwinflme]

Suga Kisses (Producer!Min Yoongi x Reader)

Description: Your friend Min Yoongi asks you for a favor. He needs help with background vocals to a song he's making. When he tells you what you need to do you have to make a choice if the decision is too much to handle...

Author's preface: Hi guys, this is my first time writing smut I hope you enjoy it.

Warnings: Detailed masterbation, mildly switch, choking, degrading, oral f receiving and m receiving, unprotected sex, praising, hair pulling, penetration, breast play

Also, I’m very open to doing part 2's; if you want me to do part 2 of any of my one shots, I'll try my best to write another part.

I lay on my bed scrolling through my phone, seeing people rave about one of my friends, J-Hope, who has done “the in my feelings challenge," and I smile watching the video in the most unflattering angle of my face ever. I got a text from one of my friends, Min Yoongi. “Hey, Y/N, I have a favor to ask of you.” I swipe down, opening the text. “What do you need?” I text back, and within a few seconds he responds, “I need some female background vocals in a new single.” I think for a second. “What time works best for you?” I hear my phone ding, “Would tonight work at like 10?” I look at my schedule. “I should be good.” I get up and go to the bathroom, and I come back to my phone and tap on the newest message. “See you then.” I swipe out of the app and go back to what I was doing before. I get up a few hours later, and I get in the shower and wash my hair and body. I get out and dry my hair and put on clothes to go visit Yoongi. I grab my phone and my bag. I grab my keys off the counter and put on my slippers, walking out the door and locking it.

I walk down to his apartment and knock on the door. “Yoooongggiii,” I say in a cheery voice. I chuckle to myself and look at him after he opens the door. “So what do you need me to do?” He steps aside for me to enter his unit. “Okay, so you’ll have to sit in the chair, and I need moans.” I stop following him to his studio for a second, and I feel my eyes widen. “Wait, what?” He stops and turns to me, the soft, warm lights catching his top lip and his cheekbone. “I need some feminine moans for my song. Don’t worry; I won’t be a pervert about it. We can see how it sounds if you fake them.” He turns and resumes walking to his studio again, and I catch up to him. “Okay, so I’m just fake moaning into the mic?” He nods, “Basically.” He opens his studio doors and lets me walk in before him, and I sit on the big leather couch as He walks in after me, plopping down on his chair and letting it spin, and he stops the chair at his computer, and he plays the song for me. “This sort of beat reminds me of how you did House of Cards.” I say remembering the song because it was always one of my staples I listened to. After a while of talking about the direction he wants to go into, I am sitting in the recording booth now with big clunky headphones on, and the song starts, the recording booth serving the atmosphere of being dim and dark.

The first beat of the song hits, and I close my eyes and get to the fourth beat, and I start moaning softly, building up to the climax of the song, my mind blocking out the fact Min Yoongi is watching from just outside the booth. I start getting into the song, moaning, sort of getting a bit worked up from the sensual nature of what is happening, losing myself in the song, hearing the sexy lyrics and enticing beat. I listen closely to the lyrics: “Gonna take your heat, gotta swallow it deep, and hide it deep down and let it burn inside me.” I hear him rasp out on the prerecorded track. “Don’t stay quiet; love it when you’re excited; need you to slip it inside and ride it.” I let out a breathy moan, but just as it’s getting to the beat drop, he cuts the music. “Stop. It sounds too fake; is there any way you can make it more  realistic?" I look confused since my fake moans are tested and proven to be very realistic because I have used them countless times in the bedroom. I scoff, “Not unless I’m actually moaning.”

He gave me a look of mischief in his eyes. He pressed the button and leaned down to the little microphone. “Can they be?” My brain short circuits. “Wait, what did you say?” I look at him. Through the glass that is soundproof on my side, my eyes round and my  mouth opens a bit in shock. “Can the moans be real?” he leans back after letting the small button go. I think for a moment going through the pros and cons quickly stumbling through my thoughts. How would it affect our friendship? What if he sees my ugly face when I’m- I stop my bad thoughts right then. How does he plan on making them real? How will the fans even know if they're fake or not? I gnaw on my tongue for a little bit before I look into his burning gaze. “Yeah” I nod and a smirk blooms across his face. He gets up leaning over standing up using his knee to assist himself up and  he walks to the studio door he opens it and leans against it head falling back a bit onto the door. “You can use your hands or do you wanna go get some toys from upstairs or if you’re comfortable i have a few toys in my own collection that you could use.” He cocks his brow. I nod, “I'll just use my fingers.” he nods and steps out the door leaving the room I squeeze my legs together and rub my thighs together and he comes back a few minutes later with two towels he hands on to me and he lays one on the ground. “This is so you don’t have to worry about getting anything dirty.” he hands her the other one with pink little flowers on it. “This one is for your modesty.” she takes it and he turns away and closes the door i think in my head. How modest can I be masturbating in front of my friend? I get up and wrap the towel around my waist and I shimmy my pants and underwear down. My underwear gets caught on my left hip so I let the towel loosen a bit around my waist as I shimmy my left side down. The lacey details feel rough on the side of my knee and i shuffle my legs a bit letting them drop to the ground the clothes bunching up at my feet and i step out each side before turning to see Yoongi watching the whole time he looks back up at me and he leans down the mic again. “Okay now just sit in the chair, cover yourself, and do your job.” His voice is oddly comforting right now. I open the side and cover myself as I sit down and I spread my legs open a bit as the towel's soft fabric is an extra fluffy feeling against my thighs. I hear the track start again.

 I rub up my thighs and then I draw my fingers across my lips gathering some of my slick fluids. I let out breathy moans. I start to part my lips and circle around my entrance with my index finger. I look to the side. I can feel the heat pricking my cheeks and I see him watching me with low lids and predatory eyes. I draw my fingers up and start softly moving my fingers against my clit's hood, not yet delving under. I look away and i moan breathlessly in the mic and i use my other hand to gather more of my arousal on my fingers as I use one finger to circle my entrance dipping it inside slowly as the song picks up I start to whine softly feeling my finger trace and toy with my clit. I close my eyes slowly curling up into the spongy bit inside of me. I moan more about the combined pleasure of my finger inside of me and my fingers toying with my clit. I now push my clitoral hood back and start toying with my soft little bundle of nerves as I hear the music getting to its climax. I moan louder and louder. I listen to the beat builds and builds. I throw my head back, my fingers curling and thrusting goes quicker as I moan louder. I hear the song get to its climax and I see it feeling my body come undone releasing the tension in my muscles. I didn't realize I was tensing up. My legs shake a bit as I start to come down from my intense orgasm. 

I hear a click and I realise what had just happened in full. I blush deeply and turn my head to the side, seeing none other than Min Yoongi looking at me through his low lidded sharp eyes. I watch him get up and open the door god he looks so good right now his hair falling in just the right places his pale skin the way the light hits his cheekbones and the way he stands there looking at me the farther i look down i realise he might just be as worked up as I am as i see the taut fabric of his groin moving as he comes closer to me his walk holding a kind of seductive teasing motion to it. I sit up straight in the chair. He holds my face in his hand as I look up at him. He leans down and pins me in place putting his hands on each arm rest of the chair and he brings his lips closer stopping just as I can feel his breath “Do you want this baby?” I nod and he leans down and kisses me deeply.

 I wrap my arms around his neck and run my hands up the back of his neck and run my fingers through his hair. He licks my bottom lip. His tongue is quite soft as I open my mouth, feeling his tongue lick my lip again before he starts going too far. I start to take over the kiss leading to it she hears a little whine of satisfaction from him and she smirks kissing him again and she bites him as they both pull away from the kiss she lets his lip go. She feels him kissing down my jaw as I feel him kissing my neck while undoing my bra. I feel my breasts drop and he pulls my shirt up and my nude torso is shown off to him he leans kneels in front of me taking my left nipple into his mouth tongue flicking the hardened bud before he takes it in his mouth. I moan softly and tug on his hair a bit. I hear his approving mewls as I tug on his locks. He squeezes my other breast with his hand kissing between my cleavage. My left nipple is already a bit swollen from the previous sucking. I moan as he begins his attack on the other nipple. I tug his hair a big hard and i hear him whimper and i do it again he looks up in my eyes his sparkle a bit and i feel him lick my right nipple as he licks down my body leaving open mouth kisses breathing heavy on my skin as he makes his way down to the towel loverhing my legs laid across my lap.

 He looks up at me “may I?” I smile softly and nod softly and he takes the towel down he parts my thighs and grabs my leg kissing up from my ankle to my inner thigh he kisses my pubic mound before licking some arousal and my previous release off my lips. I bite my lip and he pushes past my lips and licks around my entrance. He drags me closer by my hips as I assist him pushing my hips towards his lips. I moan as I feel him kiss my clit and then begin giving my pussy open mouth kisses. I grab his hair and push my hips closer to him and I feel him dig his nails in my hips and I let out a little whine. I feel his tongue lapping at my clit and I bite on my tongue. “Fuck” I moan out as he licks up my orgasm his toungue diving deep into me like a honey pot. I whine as he pulls away, giving my inner thigh a little bite. “You’re so beautiful baby.” I look down at him and he stands up my eyes follow him as his body slowly rises  from the needy mess between my thighs and he leans down to kiss me I taste my own salty sweet release on his glistening lips and I put my hands on his clothed chest and drag then down his t-shirt clad body and feel the bottom pulling it up over his head.

 “Let me please you” I look up at him as he takes his shirt off. I stand up and turn us around pushing him softly onto the chair he stumbles a bit as he takes a seat. I kneel down and grab his belt and he helps me to take it off lifting his hips and sliding them down his legs as I assist him. I watch as his cock comes out his boxers and bounces a bit. I look at the pink head and the slight curve upwards and my eyes trace the veins that show on it. I see he is thick and the perfect length. I take him into my mouth sucking on the tip as I take him deeper and deeper into my mouth. I slurp on my spit as i bob my head he throws his head back as and i start going faster sinking deeper down and he grabs my hair and looks down at me his cheeks a bit flushed “stop i wanna cum inside your pretty pussy baby” he holds my face and i look up at him “wouldn’t want to be a bad girl now would you?” I nod and I stand up on my knees a little achy but I stand up and straddle his lap. My feet planted on the ground. I start grinding against him “such a precious man” I smirk as he whines softly holding my ass squeezing it. I pull him into a kiss and I stand up and line tip up with my entrance and slide down onto it. I feel him stretching my entrance as he slips inside me. I moan softly and as I take him inside of me. He moans with me as we both bask in the feeling of him inside of me. I feel him hold my hips as i stay still on there and he starts thrusting up into me I moan his dick hitting the top of my pussy rubbing against my g spot I mewl in satisfaction “right there” I moan as he starts picking up pace losing his mind with every thrust and having to hold back. I moan feeling the curve of his cock dive deep into me and i whine my abdomen tightening I moan louder as i realise i’m coming closer to my climax i hear his soft puffs of breathing as i realize he is close too “you’re so fucking good” I hear him rasp out and i feel him pick up pace and start to thrust deeper his cock diving into my depths again and i Bite my lip riding him again we both moan and he grabs my his tighter as i feel my high is near “Yoongi-” he cuts me off “sh baby i can tell” He rubs my clit and puts pressure on my lower stomach. I moan at the increase in pleasure and I moan my pussy fluttering around him and I close my eyes and lean on him. He thrusts up into me one more time and I feel his cum filling my pussy as i cum hard on his cock i moan and hold onto him. “Fuck” he groans and i lay against him he chuckles as i pant softly “that was an amazing audio” He says.

[iiseult]

pls,,,, pls more jack,,, u write him so good

Yes babygirl (as a gender-neutral term) I got u. Smut under the cut

Most Likely You Go Your Way (And I'll Go Mine) - pt. 3

CWs -> smut, afab reader, female pronouns, penetrative sex, no condom oops, feelings bro so many feelings

He wasn’t expecting it and it hits him like a punch to the gut– part of him wants to look around the room just to make sure you’re even talking to him. It takes him a few seconds to realize that he’s just opening and closing his mouth and no words are coming out. You feel a pang of nervousness at his silence, worried it was too soon to ask something like that, only you thought you two were on the same wavelength and that nothing was really that crazy if you said it to him. But he suddenly nods, moving his head as quickly as he can manage, making up for his hesitation with eagerness, and your mind goes quiet.

“Yes, yeah…god, yeah,” he says breathlessly, like it was a stupid question for you to ask in the first place, as if the only option was yes. You let out a sigh of relief, running a hand through your damp hair and laughing a little.

“Alright, good. Because that,” you say, gesturing between the two of you vaguely, “was crazy.”

He lets out a shaky laugh and looks up at you like you’re not even real, gently taking your hand in his and holding it.

I don’t know what to do with this feeling…with her looking at me like that…

It’s kind of terrifying, the feeling in his chest, but it’s incredible, too. He suddenly barks out a laugh, his face glowing and making your heart melt just a little more.

“What?”

“We’re messy,” he points out, his grin growing wider and a little impish. You laugh and pull his hand up to your lips, idly tracing his fingers along them as you think for a second.

“Do you wanna…take a shower?”

A little shiver runs through his still-sensitive body, but he finds himself nodding anyway.

“Yeah…yeah, that’s…that sounds like a good idea.” In fact, a very good idea.

The two of you pull your underwear back on and he leads you upstairs to the bathroom, not once letting go of your hand the whole time. You make no comments on the state of the rest of the house, barely even registering it due to the fact that you’re preoccupied with staring at his side profile dreamily. But he doesn’t notice your attention because his mind is in a bit of a haze, hoping to god that there’ll not only be hot water, but hot water that is…well, the color of water, and not, perhaps, brown, or red, or something like that; it’s always a gamble.

Once you enter the bathroom he turns the shower on and winces as it sputters out some rust-colored “water,” but after a few seconds the pressure becomes normal and the water runs clear. He sighs and turns back to you.

“S-sorry…” he begins, but the words die in his throat as his gaze falls upon you.

You had silently begun to undress while he was worrying about the shower, having already taken your top off, now standing in only your bra and panties. You look up at him as you slowly slide your panties over your hips and down your thighs, leaving them on the floor next to your shirt. His jaw has gone a little slack by now and he looks like he might either start to cry or moan– it’s impossible to tell. You walk closer and then turn around so your back is facing him.

“Take off my bra for me?”

Whatever heat was leftover in his body from before suddenly doubles, his breath catching in his throat for a second. His eyes keep flickering from your shoulders to your bare ass, and it’s like his mouth can’t form words for a second.

“Yeah…yeah, sure,” he eventually croaks, his throat feeling dry and his boxers feeling a little tighter than they should. His fingers are shaking slightly as he reaches out to undo the clasp, and it takes a second because he’s feeling clumsy and a little bit stupid, but he manages to do it nonetheless. It pops open and you let it fall to the floor. Then you turn to him expectantly.

His brain is kind of useless at the moment. Whatever internal monologue he usually has going is completely silent as his eyes run over every single inch of your exposed body, like he’s going to be quizzed on it later. But when your eyes flicker down his front and then back up again, he realizes what he’s supposed to be doing and immediately gets to work unbuttoning his shirt.

Every move he makes causes the butterflies in your stomach go a little crazier. First he loosens his tie and leaves it hanging around his neck limply, and then he undoes the second button of his shirt, since the top one had already come undone earlier. Now his collarbones are exposed and you could swear it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. Then his chest, his ribcage, and his stomach, which is much more toned than you were expecting. Then he lets his shirt and tie fall to the floor. The need in his eyes, the cute smattering of blush on cheeks, the long-anticipated sight of him in nothing but his boxers…you want nothing more than to take him and have him completely.

He has to resist the urge to look away under your gaze, suddenly feeling a little shy again. The way you’re looking at him makes him feel…simple. Like nothing between you is all that complicated, and all he really needs is you. Like you know exactly what you want from him and all he has to do is let you take it. And of course he’s going to let you. He wants to, so bad.

You take a step closer until the fronts of your thighs are touching.

“You’re so pretty,” you whisper softly, and he lets out a quiet puff of air, almost feeling like his knees might start to shake. Your praise, simple as it is, makes his mind spin.

“I- I…” he murmurs, not even bothering to try and finish that thought. You take another step forward and close your eyes as you feel his taut muscles against your chest.

You lean down and press a slow, hot kiss to his neck, dragging your plush lips against his throbbing pulse point. The shakiness he’s feeling only gets worse and he shivers, letting out a little gasp.

“Hands on my hips,” you order gently, a sort of tender authority in your voice as you continue to lavish his neck and chest with languid kisses. He immediately obeys, his hands cupping your waist. Every part of him that’s touching you is on fire. The feeling of his rough palms and fingers against your body makes you sigh deeply, nuzzling into the firmness of his chest and inhaling his scent, which is warm and musky and fucking delicious. He lets out a needy sound and presses himself closer to you.

“Jack…” you whisper, like it’s a question, making him pull back a little to look at you. When you glance down at his boxers, he knows what you want without another word even being spoken, and he nods. He feels hot enough to burst as he pushes his boxers down his hips, his eyelids fluttering shut as the cool air hits his skin. Your hands follow his as they slide down his body, feeling his hip bones and tracing his v-line with your thumbs. He helplessly arches into your touch, and that neediness he’d been just barely holding back suddenly shows itself freely. But you quickly turn your attention back up to his face, leaving his already-hardening dick untouched.

“Can you go again?” He nods as soon as the question leaves your mouth, his gaze a little bit glazed over. He would have said yes no matter what.

“Yeah, I- I think so,” he replies, his voice lower than usual. You nod and smile.

“Then let’s go again.”

You kiss him passionately, threading your fingers through his hair and walking him backwards into the stream of hot shower water at the same time. He lets himself be led there blindly, all too happy to focus only on kissing you, on pouring as much desire into it as possible. When his back hits the cool shower wall he groans out loud, the contrast sending a shockwave of pleasure through his body.

There’s really only one good way to do it in the shower and it seems like both of you know it, so it comes as no surprise to him when you break the kiss and give him a crooked smile before turning around and arching your back, leaning against the wall and presenting yourself to him. He hesitates only for long enough to capture that image in his mind for later, and then he presses himself against your back, his hands landing on your hips again. He leans down and presses a sweet kiss to your neck, whining a little. It’s like he has tunnel vision and the only thing he can physically see is you in front of him, basically begging him to touch you. Him. For the second time that night.

“You’re gonna feel so good, I already know it, fuck,” you swear, looking over your shoulder at him. The words shoot through him like an arrow to the heart and a low moan rumbles in his chest, his grasp on your hips tightening. His thoughts are so fuzzy and he doesn’t think at all before mumbling,

“Yeah…yeah, ‘m gonna make you feel good…”

You love the way he sounds slightly unsure of himself, like even he isn’t fully convinced yet, but you know his words are true regardless. You know he’ll prove it to the both of you.

As a little bit of encouragement, you moan softly and grab one of his hands, bringing it up to cup your chest. That breaks whatever wall was making him hold back and he grinds his hips shamelessly against your ass, kneading your breast in his palm. Now you really believe him.

“Please, Jack,” you whine, pushing back against him to create some friction. You may or may not be playing it up a little just to tease him, to make him feel confident so he’ll take control for a little while. You know he likes praise, especially when it’s the kind that makes him feel strong and important.

You’re spot on with your assessment, and your words and little sounds are sending sparks through his veins, making his oversensitive cock twitch almost painfully. He lets out a rough, needy gasp and finally lets his body take over for his brain, lining himself up with your entrance.

“Mmf– ahh,” he grunts, the feeling of his head pushing against your swollen lips already kind of overwhelming, but at the same time he’s aching to feel you surround him, every inch of him screaming for it. You’re doing your best to be good for him, to let him take his time and be in charge, but it’s so hard to stay still when he’s teasing you like that, even if it isn’t intentional.

Thankfully after only a second he presses forward, letting out a muffled whine of need.

It’s so fucking satisfying. It’s everything you needed, it’s better than you expected. Your mind goes white with pleasure and all your muscles turn to jelly as he fills you up. He feels hot and firm and you can literally feel him throbbing inside you. You let out a long, satisfied moan that you’d been holding in for a while now. His body melts against yours for a second, unable to support his own weight as pleasure flutters through his insides.

“Oh, god, you feel…you feel g-good,” he moans drunkenly, and his breathless stuttering makes you clench involuntarily around him, just so painfully turned on by him.

“Jack, Jack, fuck, I need- I need-” you stammer, cutting yourself off before you can finish that sentence, suddenly feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over you for some reason. You’re no expert at dirty talk, and you’re worried you were about to say something he wouldn’t like. But the way you’re tightening around him makes him feel like he’s gonna fall apart, and he wouldn’t have stopped for the world at this point.

“Come on…please, baby,” he says softly, needing to hear the end of that sentence.

Oh, what the hell.

“Mmm…I need you to f-fuck me until you’re empty, Jack, I need it all…”

A sharp, hot feeling rips through his gut at your words and he feels like he might actually bust right now and ruin it. He digs his nails into your plush hips slightly without meaning to.

“Oh god…yeah…yeah.”

He liked that. He definitely liked that.

You’re both shaking as he begins to pull out slowly, inch by inch, savoring the feeling of your tight pussy trying to suck him back inside, and then he suddenly plunges forward, just to test out the feeling.

Yeah. Yeah, good. That was good, he thinks, probably the first though he’s had in a while now.

His head falls forward so that it’s resting against your neck, listening to every shuddering breath you take, not missing a single one of your tiny whimpers. This position is so intimate and perfect, and you can feel his stubble scratching against your neck and shoulders. You can feel his lips, his breath, his trembling body. Tentatively, you roll your hips back against his, going deep so that he brushes against that sensitive spot inside you, and the new angle makes him grit his teeth, suddenly letting out a harsh gasp. It feels overwhelming. His breaths are shaky as he moves, still slow, aching to keep feeling you as much as possible, but afraid to go any faster at the moment.

After he gets into a good rhythm, he leans in and presses a kiss to your neck and then sucks on the sensitive skin, needing to have you in his mouth somehow. The taste of you makes him groan.

“Mmm– ah, yeah, god-”

“Jack, Jack, faster, please, just a little bit faster–” you beg, biting your lip. That familiar tension has started to build up in your stomach and you know you’re getting closer.

Of course, he does exactly what you ask for, driving his hips forward a bit faster, his voice cracking a little when he asks,

“Like…like that? Tell me-” he suddenly pants, struggling to get all his words out, “Tell me if that’s good…”

It’s good.

It’s so good you can’t even say it. You can only moan and whimper and clench around him, reaching an arm back and grabbing a handful of his hair, which makes his balls feel like they’re about to burst.

“Ahh, yeah, ahh, please,” he breathes, letting bliss and pleasure take over his mind and drive him right to the edge.

She feels so good, she’s so good, I can’t-

You have no idea what he’s begging for, but the fact that his voice is just as needy and whiny as yours only turns you on more and more. You feel something tingle between your legs, something you’ve never felt before, as he continues plunging in and out of you at a dizzying pace, and you can’t think of anything but him.

He’s on fire. He’s never felt this close to anybody before, and he wants it to last forever, but every part of him is burning and trembling and he can’t help but suddenly pant out,

“Ah– I don’t…I don’t know…I don’t…ah.”

You know that pressure in your stomach is about to snap, and your whole body is somehow hot and cold at the same time. You try to grab hold of something to ground yourself, but all that’s there is the smooth, cool wall of the shower.

“I c- I can’t-” you gasp, giving his hair a bit sharper of a tug than you intended, but it sends a bolt of electricity through his chest and he lets out a high-pitched moan.

“Please, oh god, please,” he gasps, his voice thick with desire.

“Yes, yes– I’m gonna…I’m- gonna cum, Jack, ugh!”

The sound of your voice gives him one last spike of adrenaline, which is all he needs to slam his hips into yours as fast as he possibly can, every muscle in his body tensed up as he teeters on the brink of release. Then he hits that spot inside you one more time and you come apart around him, clenching and releasing rapidly. You let out a long, satisfied moan and your body goes limp as the pleasure continues to wash over you in shimmering waves. The feeling of you spasming around him makes sparks shoot through every nerve in his body and just like that, the tension snaps for him, too, and he’s cumming hard.

He really doesn’t have anything left to spill into you since most of it was spent earlier, so a dry but powerful orgasm rocks through him and he slumps against your back. He shakes and moans and buries his face in the crook of your neck, all of his remaining energy leaving him in one giant wave. The two of you stay like that for a minute, feeling the warm water pour around you comfortingly and listening to the sounds of each other’s breathing. After a second he pulls out and turns you around so he can bury his face in your chest. You let your forehead rest against his shoulder and the idea to stroke his hair crosses your mind, but your arms feel like noodles and you can’t bring yourself to move.

Jack feels more at peace than he has in years. He’s so content just to feel your soft breasts pressed against his cheek, knowing he’s safe with you. Not only physically, but also emotionally.

Once your breathings have returned to normal, you slowly raise your head to look at him. He makes eye contact with you and it feels like he’s seeing you for the first time, seeing the vulnerable side of you. Like he’s past the point of no return. It makes his heart jump in his ribcage.

“Hey…” he murmurs softly, brushing some hair out of your flushed face.

“Mmm?” you hum back, gazing at him sleepily.

“So, um, I guess…I mean, I know it’s a stupid question probably, but what are you– I mean, I guess…uh…damn,” he fumbles, blushing and staring into your eyes blankly. You can’t help but laugh, your eyes crinkling up at the corners, waiting patiently for him to try again.

“So, was that, uh, good? Did you like it? Like…me?”

“Yeah, honey,” you say, touching his cheek tenderly, “I liked it. Like you. A lot.”

He smiles bashfully and looks down, feeling happiness bubble up inside him.

“Did you?” you ask back, grinning.

Something inside him aches in a way he can’t describe when he thinks about the way you make him feel.

“Yeah, uh, yeah, that was…I don’t even know if there’s a word for it, but…I liked it. A lot.”

You both know there’s a word for it.

[according2thelore]

That omegaverse ask about John and Dean hits every mommy Dean spot in never knew it had 😭😭😭

Do you think Dean would have (or have hints of) Mary's scent (perhaps omega too). I'd go insane over a Weirdcest scenario(s) where John reflects that his thinking abit too much of how similar Dean was to his late mother.

Like the hints of his scent, the way Dean soothe his younger brother out of tantrums or crying fits when they move again/get back from a hunt, how Dean prefers his toast buttered instead of jam, even down to his pre-heats moa-WHOOPS 😈

(I'm begging you please, please, pretty please post your tumblr snippets on A03 (if you want ofc). Scriptures like this should be shared to all who bear witness!!)

hi, anon!! thank you so much! (the post anon is referring to)

based on the poll i recently did, it looks like folks are cool with me posting them on ao3, so I'll try to do that this weekend, hopefully!

and EEE i'm so glad you're liking the mommy dean monday posts! somehow, omegaverse lends itself very well to my mommy dean agenda.

personally, i am not typically a john x dean or sam fan, so i leant away a little from that, i hope that's alright! <3 but i COMPLETELY agree that john would be weird about all of the ways dean & mary are similar, especially after dean presents.

i think dean would absolutely have bits of mary's scent, so the second john runs outside at bobby's because sam is screaming his head off, and dean's half-comatose and eight-year-old sammy is straddling and shaking him and screaming dean's name because he just passed out dad, i don't know what's wrong he smells wrong something's wrong. john catches a smell he hasn't smelled in years. it almost takes him to his knees.

before pups present, they smell pretty neutral, and like whichever parents are around. so as the boys have grown up, they stopped smelling like pack, and more just like john.

once john's picked him up and taken him upstairs, and tries to awkwardly explain to dean why his ass is leaking and he feels like his skin is about to peel off, he can tell that it's not one-to-one. mary smelled like an open field and old books and sunscreen, and something, of course, uniquely mary. dean smells like an open field, but he also smells like sunshine and motor oil and sweat. john knows he gets the heartier parts of his scent from john himself. after dean is settled with some water and a toy that john can barely touch without passing out in embarrassment, john puts 800% of his attention into calming down a hysterical sam who doesn't understand why he can't go see dean because dean smells sick. because if john even lets himself think about it for a second, he'll have to leave the house because the ghost of mary lingers in the very air.

even before dean presents, he's been reminding john of mary. he's so strong-willed, so passionate. he can also handle people like no problem. a teacher pulls john aside when he picks dean up from first grade to tell him that dean helped a kid get their lunch back from a fifth grader--unprecedented bravery when the other kid was so big.

once dean's fully presented, john sees pieces of mary everywhere in dean. dean'll scrunch his nose in annoyance, and his scent will dampen like he just threw a blanket over it. mary used to do it all the time john said something bone-headed. he hates being comforted when he's annoyed, just like she did, and dean'll leave if john tries to talk about it.

more than anything, he handles sam.

before he presented, he'd just say a few words and sam would stop mid-tantrum to fall back into dean's arms and weep. when dean's eight and sam's four, john comes back to find dean asleep, propped up against the headboard of one of the beds, sammy pressed against his side with his nose nudging dean's non-functioning scent gland. he'd come home to find mary and baby dean like that a million times, asleep on the couch while E.T. played on their little TV. down to dean's protective hand along sam's spine, the scenes are identical. john wishes he could take out his rickety old camera. but the light is too dim to take a photo, and john doesn't have any more film, regardless.

after he presents, john watches dean scent sammy every morning before school. when he first presents, he'll do a full scenting usually reserved for couples due to its intimacy, rubbing his head and neck against sam's askew hair. john lets him get away with it because it's--to be frank--really damn cute. when they're running behind, dean'll rub his wrists against sam's hair instead, and when john finally pulls dean aside and tells him that scenting sam with his neck glands is probably a no-go, dean does this full-time.

he catches dean reminding sammy to bring his item for show and tell in, while sam stands obediently in the motel doorway while dean rubs his wrists on sam's hair and neck. sam tilts his head this way and that, obediently, like he and dean have choreographed it. mary used to do it before dean would go out to play with the neighborhood kids next door, like someone would break in and steal him.

when sam has a meltdown when he's ten about having to move when he just signed up for the soccer season, dean takes sam out for a walk. john finds them outside a few hours later, having come back from their walk and sat on a bench near the lobby of the motel. sam has his face pressed into dean's neck, dean with an arm around him, petting soothingly across his forehead, through his hair, and down his side.

when dean gets injured on a hunt and john brings him back, sam, not yet presented at twelve but clearly on the verge of something, reminds john frighteningly of how he was with mary when she got in a fender bender while pregnant with dean. after the pain pills catch up to dean, and he's sleeping--patched up and safe--in bed, sam takes dean's limp wrist and rubs it over his face and neck, eyes suspiciously glassy. john has to look away.

as dean gets older, and his limbs get more willowy, john'll be caught out by just how damn much he does look like mary. he hums when he makes food on the stove, he always wipes he feet four times on the rug if it's raining outside, he prefers three spoonfuls of sugar in his coffee, he chews on the inside of his cheek when he's thinking. and his eyes. they're mary's eyes, with her eyelashes.

he knows he fails dean in a lot of ways, because he doesn't know shit about being an omega. he tries to run into omegas where he can, like pastor jim and bill harvelle, for advice.

he knows if mary were here, things would be easier. but he knows, when he watches his son chastise sammy for not zipping up his coat, and when he's disappointed in john and the skin around his eyes get tight, and when he watches dean squirrel away rare cash for sammy's birthday gift, and when he watches dean clean a gun with such precision that it sends a shiver down his spine, that dean is every ounce the omega that his mother was. and maybe twice the person either of them could be.

thank you so much for this ask!!! (and for your patience!!) i had a TON of fun thinking about it, and i loved reading your ask! <3 mwah!

-lizzy

[shuchu]

im not even a kyo stan but like 😳 imagining the trope where childhood friends get seperated for a while and when they reuinte again, person a is shocked at how much person b has changed and now person a is confused and flustered around person b 🥺

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅ different but familiar ₊˚ෆ

character(s): kyo kaneko

note: gn!reader ; fluff ; not proof read!

a/n: oh gosh i haven't written a proper fic in ages... i apologise if this is sloppy ;w; but hey, my first kyo fic o_o despite being a kyomie for a while now lol oops. i actually really enjoyed writing this, it made me feel all soft and warm on the inside hehe. this kinda ended on a cliffhanger, let me know if you guys want a part two!! thank you anon for the idea!! enjoy lovelies ♡

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you were on your way to the coffee shop nearby to get your coffee before heading to work. you take a deep breath of the crisp autumn air as you walk through a carpet of leaves, hearing them crunch beneath your feet. you swing open the door and hear the little jingle of the bell before the delicious smell of freshly baked pastries mixed with the fragrant scent of coffee wafts towards your nose. a faint smile graces your features as you walk towards the counter to order.

"hi what can i get for you today?" the cheerful cashier asks.

"i'll have an oat milk cappuccino with 2 shots of espresso as well as a croissant please." you respond, giving the cashier a friendly smile.

"will that be all?"

"yep! thank you!"

just as you were about to pull out your card to pay, you see someone reach forward to tap their card on the machine. you turn to your left to see who it was. a guy with light blue hair smiles at you and says, "my treat."

as you walked over to the collection counter with him, you were trying to figure out why this guy looked so familiar. did you know him?

and then it hit you...your eyes widened as you looked at him

"kyo?"

he turned towards you with a soft chuckle, "took you long enough."

"oh my gosh...i haven't seen you in..." your voice falters as you try to recall the number of years

"thirteen years." he says as he looks at you with a small smile

"oh wow...it's been that long huh? how've you been? i hope mr. and mrs. kaneko have been well."

"oh yeah i've been busy, got a job that literally takes up all of my time. my parents are doing good though, thank you for asking about them."

"so...what brings you back to our quaint little town?"

"well...my mom and dad wanted to meet some old friends and catch up with them. i've been working tirelessly for months without a break so i decided..."

kyo's voice drifts off, melting together with the background ambiance of the coffee shop as you stare shamelessly at him, noticing the changes in his appearance since you last saw him.

oh wow, when did he get his ear pierced? his face changed a lot...it's a lot more defined now. also, he shot up so much what the heck?! i was taller than him when we were kids...that's so unfair, why do guys get so much taller after puberty...wait, was he always this handsome...?

"hey...hey y/n...are you done checking me out?" kyo's voice gets clearer again as you snap out of your thoughts. you feel your cheeks heat up after getting caught staring at him and because of the close proximity between the both of you. he leaned in to get your attention and now both of your faces were just a few inches apart.

you avert your gaze to compose yourself and mumble, "i wasn't checking you out..."

he leans back and chuckles, "uh huh...so tell me what i said then." he teases, a smirk evident on his face.

you stay silent because obviously you didn't hear what he said, he chuckles and flicks your forehead gently, "you haven't changed a bit, always spacing out."

you move your hand to rub the spot he flicked with a pout, "quit it, you're still as annoying as you were back then." you giggle after and he laughs too. it felt nice to joke around with him again. your heart swells with happiness, you've missed him — more than you thought you did.

the barista calls out your name and you go to grab your order.

"i'm assuming you're headed off to work now, where do you work by the way?"

"oh it's just 3 blocks down, that massive office building?"

"oh yeah, i know which one you're talking about. what time do you get off work?"

"6pm."

"oh perfect, i'll see you then. we need to have a proper catchup. dinner's on me too." he says with a boyish grin.

"no that's okay, i can-"

"nuh uh uh, no can do. um...i'm sure you have to start walking, it's almost 9am. you don't wanna be late to work do you?" he says as he places his hands on your shoulders and swivels you around to face the direction of your office.

you click your tongue and start walking, turning your head back to respond to him, "we'll see mr kaneko. i'll have my card ready this time."

"byeee! good luck at work! i'll see you at 6!" he calls out as he waves at you

you wave too and turn back around with a sappy smile on your face, your cheeks flushed. well that's something to motivate me to get through work today

[13as07]

Spitting Image #4

(Gaara Sabaku)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to silent.rosario]

Requested by: Myself

Word Count: 4,077

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Part five? Maybe. Prequel? Also maybe. Y’all’s thoughts?

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     I have spent the last year and a half shifting between being thankful to Gaara and hating him. At this moment, I hate him. I am hot, sweaty, sunburnt, with sand in crevices I didn't know existed. And, this camel isn't too comfortable to ride. I am tired and irritable. Honestly, I'm just being a bitch right now and I know it. Sadly for Gaara, he's on the wrong end of the bitch stick.

     On the plus note, Yoshiki seems to be living his best life. Courtesy of his father's genes, the heat doesn't seem to bother him. If anything, he's enjoying the temperature and the feeling of the sand Shinki keeps playing with him in.

     "My Dear - "

     "Call me that again and I'll cut your tongue out," I hiss at Gaara, stopping whatever attempt at comforting he was going to offer this time. "I am not your dear, we are not together, you're nothing more than the father of my child. Don't let this move convince you otherwise."

     He goes stone-faced, slowly blinking in that dumb way he does when he's thinking. "Perhaps we shall spend the day cooling off once we get back to the village. I think the heat is getting to you."

     "And I think you're a dumbass with a weak pull-out game," I mumble under my breath, shifting on the camel saddle again.

     "My dear - "

     "I'm going to stab you."

     " - would you like me to get you down? Maybe stretching your legs will help you feel better. You get antsy if you stay still too long. Besides, I'm sure Shinki could use the rest."

"Jerk," I mutter, rolling my eyes at the man. As if he knows what will make me feel better.

I know he heard me, the proof being the slow blinking of his eyes again. Regardless, Gaara's hold on the camel's reins drops to grip my waist. He helps me down, sight as intense as ever as he settles me on my feet. "See? Better. Now, please be nice," he mutters, hands sliding over my sides to brush off some of the sand specks. "I'm not too fond of the attitude you have at the moment."

"Ya? You won't be too fond of my foot up your - "

"Papa?" Shinki calls, cutting off my empty threat. "Can Yoshiki ride the camel with me?"

"Yes."

"No," I answer, head snapping towards Gaara. "No, it's not safe," I repeat, glaring at the boys' father who seems confused by my decision.

     "It will be fine. Shinki has been carrying him, what would the difference be if he kept carrying him?"

     "Instead of a four-foot fall, it would be a seven-foot fall?!" I say more than ask, dumbfounded by the shinobi's thought process. "Not to mention it's a bumper ride than just walking with him in his arms. It'll be harder to hold him especially if he wiggles around."

     "It will be fine," Gaara repeats, lifting Shinki - with Yoshiki still in his hold - onto the camel.

     "It will not be fine. Gaara, get him down!" I shriek, panic quickly feeling me up. "What if he falls? What if - "

     "What if you calmed down?" He asks, leaning in to bump his nose against mine. I stand there stunned, blinking at the dumbass as my panic quickly grows into anger. "My apologies, Shikamaru does that to Temari when she gets a bit much to handle. It tends to calm her down, it does not calm you down."

"Of course it's not going to calm me down! My baby is up way too high! The chances of him falling and getting hurt"

"He is fine, my dear. Shinki is not going to drop him, and even if he does - which he will not - I am right here to catch him. Please calm down. Your irritation is starting to irritate me."

Before I can stop myself, my hand swings forward, having a mind of its own. A mind to smack the stupidity out of Gaara. The hit doesn't land though, he catches my wrist before I have a chance to touch him. "Perhaps while the boys take a dip in the springs, we can have some alone time. My brother tells me women can get irritable when their bedroom needs have not been fulfilled in a while."

He has to be kidding, right? Gaara can't be this stupid, this naive, this unaware of the things he says. "What the hell is your problem?" I hiss, trying and failing to tug my wrist out of his hold. "What part of 'we aren't together' do you not understand?"

Another round of slow blinking, making the black markings of Gaara's eyes stand out. I like his markings, the ones around his eyes, the one on his forehead. They're what originally caught my attention, but I can't think of that right now, because he is an irresponsible idiot.

"Would you like to sit on the camel with the boys? Would that calm you down?"

"Yes."

He lets out a soft sigh before turning away from me, going to work situating the three of us in the saddle. "Better?" He mumbles, his hand clinging to my thigh I have pressed against the sides of the animal.

"I guess," I murmur, trying to shake his hand off. "Can we get going? I feel like I'm melting."

"As you wish, Dear."

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All I can think about is a cold shower and a nap as Gaara leads us around the streets of his village. Yoshiki has the same idea, my son is fast asleep, cuddled up in the back wrap his father is carrying him in. Shinki is fast asleep too, my watchful eyes on him as he rests in the saddle.

     "My dear - "

     "Stop calling me that."

     "My dear," he repeats, stopping in his tracks. "What is it that you want made for dinner?"

     "What do you want for dinner?" I ask, leaning closer to take a peek at Yoshiki. "I can make whatever you want. I'm not really in the mood to eat anything."

     Gaara's head tilts as his face scrunches up. "You do not have to cook anything for dinner. We have chefs at the palace. They shall cook us dinner."

     "What?"

     "My dear," he annoyingly says for the hundredth time today. "There is staff at the Hokage palace. They take care of things so there is less I need to do. Cooking, cleaning, all that stuff."

     "Oh," I mutter, the fears that come along with this move amping up again. "That's... useful."

     "Yes, it is. I will have to get Yoshiki and you ID cards for the palace but for now it should be fine. I also - " Gaara goes on a ramble about the things he needs to do to get our son and me settled.

     I let his ramble go on as I follow after him. Soon a round-looking building with a red symbol falls into view, standing out from all the sandstone buildings. "Gaara?"

     "Yes, my dear?"

     I brush off the nickname this time. "What's that building?" I ask, pointing to the symboled building.

     His eyes flicker towards where I'm pointing before falling back to me. "It is my home, our home. It is our home," he rambles, tugging in the camel's reins before his free hand falls to grip mine. "Let me take you home," he whispers, tugging all of us forward.

     What I think is eagerness flows off the man who's almost dragging me forward. "You seem excited," I tease, letting my eyes flicker down to our joint hands. I don't know how I feel about it. It's not the worst feeling in the world, it's actually pretty nice. Maybe I'm being too harsh, maybe I'm not giving Gaara enough credit, or enough effort.

     "I am not excited. I am... I would like to see my family in my house. I would like to see that a lot."

     "So, excited?" I repeat, a smile crawling on my face. Maybe I should give him a chance, he is trying really hard after all. "Gaara?"

     "Yes, my dear? Have you given some thought to us enjoying our marital perks?"

     Just kidding. Gaara is an idiot who doesn't know boundaries. "No," I mutter, shaking my hand loose from his. "Just a reminder, we're not married."

     "Not yet, but - "

     "But never," I cut him off, leaning closer to him long enough to pull Yoshiki out of his carrier wraps. "We're not going to get married. Not now, not soon, not never," I hiss, holding my son to my chest as I storm away from him.

     "My dear? Will you calm down? I don't understand why you're upset," he calls after me, trailing behind as I rush towards the palace.

     "Because you're suffocating, Gaara," I shriek, quickly walking up the steps of Yosh's and my new home.

     "I'm suffocating? What do you mean? I don't understand, dear. Would you please explain what is happening?"

     "Dear Lord, Gaara!" I yell, turning to the side so I can look at him and not fall down the stairs. "That! You're trying so hard and... and... go away!"

     I storm the rest of the way up the stairs, Yoshiki now awake, my upsetness rubbing off on him and warming up his tantrum. "Ma'am!" A man at the entrance calls. His head is covered in a wrapping and one of those hourglass headbands I've seen around the village hangs around his neck. "You cannot enter the palace without showing your ID badge."

     "Bug off," I groan, storming past him to push the door open.

     "Madam, don't make you detain you," the man calls, jumping forward to tug my hand off the door.

     "Norio, unhand her this instant!" Gaara calls anger coating his face and his words. "She and my son are free to come and go as they wish. If you ever put your hands on her again, you will not be found by anyone. There won't be anything to find, am I understood?"

     He's fuming by the time the threat is let loose, jaw locked and murder swimming in his eyes. The look makes my heart pound in my chest and my arms tighten around my son. This isn't how Gaara acts, he's soft-spoken, he's gentle, he doesn't yell, and he sure as hell doesn't threaten to kill people.

     "Yes, Kazekage. My apologies, my lord," the guard says, releasing me before he bows. "My greatest apologies consort Kazekage."

     "My dear," Gaara calls, helping his son to his feet before working his way up the stairs. "Would you please calm down?"

     "Would you please leave me alone?" I shout, walking through the door before slamming it in his face.

     I storm through the palace, rocking Yoshiki who has started screaming in my arms. This village is suffocating, this house is suffocating, Gaara is suffocating. I thought he was just scary looking, that it was just how he looked, but after how quickly that threat came out and how upset he looked, I don't think it's just a façade.

     "It's okay, my love," I coo, shifting Yosh further up so I can cover his cheeks in kisses. "It's okay... we're just... in a village I know nothing about, with the only person I know being your father, who is scary as hell," I mutter more to myself than to Yosh. My soft tone works nonetheless, calming him down.

     As my son soothes down, I look around the random hallway we've ended up in. The thought of calling for Gaara crosses my mind, quickly being followed by the fear the scene outside has littered my nerves. "What position did I put us in?" I murmur, shifting Yoshiki in my hold. He smiles at me, hands landing on my cheeks to squish them as he babbles.

     "Lady Sabaku?" A voice calls, a young lady with a long head of raven hair asks, her head poking out from a door a few paces ahead. "Lord Gaara said you'd be home today. I have drawn an ice bath for you if you'd like to cool off. I'm sure the heat of the desert has gotten to you."

     My eyes flickered between Yoshiki and the woman, my nerves still shot. Is this a trap or am I just uneasy? However, I could use the cool down and Yosh is covered in sand. "Yes, I'd enjoy that," I finally decide, slowly walking forward. "Thank you...?"

     "Gou," the woman says, bowing once I'm stood in front of her. "My name is Gou, Lady Sabaku. I am your handmaid, my lady."

     "Handmaid?" I ask, shifting Yoshiki again. I don't know why he seems so heavy today. Probably because of the heat still seeping off my skin.

     "Yes, my lady," Gou says, standing up straight before she snaps her fingers. The door swings open wider, another lady - this one with short red hair - pops out from the room. "This is Sana. She is the palace nanny. Her primary focus is Shinki but until we find a nanny you approve of for Yoshiki, she will aid you in caring for him."

     "I... don't want her touching my son...s," I say, making it plural toward the end. If she's Shinki's nanny, Gaara must approve of her, so she's a good person... maybe? I don't know, especially after Gaara's little power trip.

     "As you wish, my lady. Give me a few moments to prepare your bath to suit Yoshiki joining you," the woman mumbles before turning on her heels.

     "Wait!" I call, holding my son closer to my chest as the Sana lady bows before walking down the hallway. Gou stops in her tracks, turning back towards me. "What... what is a handmaid?"

     "It means I am your personal servant. I am here to serve you in any way necessary, at any time, for anything you need. I am at your serves, my lady." She finishes off the little speech with another bow. "What you and our prince still like an ice bath?"

     "Yes, please."

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     My eyes are locked on the boys through the cracked door. As I've been soaking in the bath, Shinki and Yoshiki have been playing with Shinki's nanny. She seems nice, which has helped me calm down a bit. Shinki is bouncing on the guest bed, making his younger brother tumble around from the mattress moving. The nanny promptly sat on the bed, leaning over the mattress to help keep my son upright and not accidentally stumbled on.

     There's a knock on the door before Gaara's head pops in, cutting off my view of the boys. "Hello, my dear."

     "I've told you to stop calling me that," I mumble, sliding deeper into the bathtub.

     "As you wish, my... darling," he mutters the last word, imaginary eyebrows scrunching together as he walks into the bathroom. "It seems that you have settled. I have had Gou and some of the other servants unpack your things."

     "In there?" I ask, flickering my eyes towards the bedroom.

     "Of course not. It's been unpacked into - "

     "We are not sharing a bedroom," I cut him off, sinking even lower, the water settling over my shoulders now.

     "Not for the time being. You will stay in the master bedroom. I shall stay in a guest room unless you are comfortable with us sharing a bed."

     "I'm not."

     "Then I shall stay in a guest room," he mutters, his eyes scanning the bath water before they flicker towards the window in the room. His cheeks are a light pink color, a bit blown out as he stares at the street outside. "Kankuro tells me it sounds like I have scared you. Is that true? Did I scare you?"

     "Maybe," I mutter, skirting my fingertips over the surface of the water. "You were a little... harsh with Mr Security Guard. You don't usually act like that and... it was scary."

     Gaara lets out a sigh before he sinks to the tiled floor. His chin rests on the side of the tub, his cat-like eyes locked on my face as he stares at me. His eyes are intense, not the 'I'm going to murder someone' intense but the usual 'trying to figure you out' intense.

     "I did not mean to scare you," he whispers, eyes flickering down before they settle on my face again. "I just..." his cheeks puff out for a second as his eyes jump around, ending up settling on the boys still playing in the bedroom. "I did not like how it made me feel... seeing the palace guard grabbing at you. It made me a little... I don't know."

     "You don't know what?" I ask, blowing on the water to cause it to ripple.

     "I don't know how you make me feel. I enjoy... you, but you make me very angry. Especially when you get angry and won't tell what I have done."

     I scan the confused man for a moment, taking in the dark circles of his eyes that are more visible because of his scrunched-up face. Slowly, I move my hand out of the water to cup Gaara's cheek, confusion flickering across his face as his focus shifts to me again.

     "Gaara?"

     "Yes, my dear - er - darling?"

     I swipe my thumb over his cheek watching the confusion slide around his face. "You can be a little much sometimes. Just because we have a child together doesn't mean I want to, let alone am ready for us to be together."

     "I don't make you feel good?" He asks, his soft confusion is quickly bubbly to angry confusion. "You make me feel... nice. Why don't I make you feel nice? I do not understand."

     "You do, sometimes. You made me feel really nice the first time I met you - "

     "Well yes, that is what sex is for. To make people feel good."

     "Not just the sex, Gaara," I groan, dropping my hand from his face and letting it soak into the bath water again. "You move too fast. I am happy you want to be with me and I like having you around, but there are some steps between being strangers to being a married couple."

     "I am aware, but we... missed some steps. I like how you make me feel and you have had my son. I want you to be my wife, so you shall be my wife. That is what we are supposed to do."

     "Gaara."

     "My darling?"

     "I will make you a list."

     "A list?"

     "Yes, a list," I mutter, fluttering my eyes closed. "I will make you a list of stuff that makes me feel how I make you feel. When you have all the boxes checked off, you can ask me to marry you again."

     "Until then?"

     "Until then, stop asking me to marry you, stop talking about weddings, and just... stop talking about the future for now, okay? I just need some space."

     He blinks slowly as his eyes flicker between my face and my chest. "Alright, I will give you space."

     I let out a sigh, my shoulders relaxing at the spare-of-the-moment plan I came up with. It's not a lie, I do enjoy Gaara and a part of me will always love him especially since he is the father of my son. I'm sure if he slowed down I would fall in love with him, but if he keeps pushing I don't think it'll work out how we both seem to want.

     "Darling?" I hum a yes, opening one of my eyes to look at him. Gaara's eyes are soft and now locked on my legs instead of my chest. "I wish to join your bath. You should let me join you."

     I let out another sigh, deciding it would be easier to end my bath than fight the father of my child. "I'm getting out actually, do you mind grabbing me a towel."

     "As you wish, darling."

     "As you wish, darling," I mumble under my breath, a soft smile crawling on my face as I watch Gaara search for a towel.

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     A knock at the door stirs me in my bed. Like usual, my first reaction is to check on Yoshiki who's asleep in the bassinet next to my bed. Gaara tried insisting on letting him sleep in the nursery set up for him across the room, but the thought made me panic. So many people that come and go from the palace that I don't know, let alone trust. I would have never been able to sleep with him so far away.

     Another knock comes, pulling a sigh from me. I've sighed a lot today, courtesy of Gaara's failing attempts to give me space. On the plus note, he hasn't mentioned anything about marriage or weddings since our conversation.

     "Come in," I mutter, flapping back onto the bed. It's huge, easily fitting three people fully stretched out. Everything here is huge, the rooms, the dining room, the hallways, everything.

     The door slowly gets pushed open, the light from the hallway sneaking in. "Darling?"

     "Gaara?" I sigh out, eyes caught in the hanging drapes of the bed frame.

     "Can I come in?"

     "Sure."

     More light spills in before it's cut off by the door closing. The soft patter of Gaara crossing the carpet fills the space, soon replaced by the sound of him crawling into bed with me. The hot-headed Shinobi hangs his head above mine, his red hair fanned out and his forehead mark on full display, reminding me of the similar one our son has. "Hello, Darling. I have been looking over your list."

     "Ya?"

     "Yes. Should I do the things in order?" He asks, head tilting as his eyes run over my face.

     "Not necessarily, why?"

     Gaara settles down next to me, sitting against the headboard before he pulls out the paper. I shift in bed, mirroring his position. My eyes scan over the sheet, rereading the list I made for him.

     Date Nights

     Day trips

     Cooking together

     Late night cuddles

     Love Letters

     Star gazing

     Spa Nights

     "I don't know what cuddling is, but it is late at night. Would you show me?" He asks, cutting me off from finishing reading the page.

     My eyes flicker towards him, taking in the blankness of it as he looks at me for guidance. "Ya, I can."

     "What are the steps?"

     I let out an airy laugh, flickering my eyes around the room. "Just lay down, Gaara."

     "Why? Am I going to sleep? If so, I will need to change out of my day clothes."

     "Dear lord, Gaar. Fine, take off your clothes. Strip down to your boxes. I don't care," I groan, and lay back down on the bed. I snap my eyes closed again, soaking in the warmth of the bedding.

     The bed undips as he climbs out of it, the sound of his clothes shuffling off filling the space. "I am unclothed. Now what do I do?"

     I roll onto my back, letting my eyes scan Gaara's frame, the frame I haven't seen in so long. "What the hell is on your sides?" I ask, the imprints there snagging my attention but I am unable to make out what it is.

     "Your scratch marks."

     "What?"

     "The scratch marks from our night together. They made me feel... the ways you made me feel. So, I had them permanently stuck on my skin."

     "You tattooed the scratch marks I left on you?"

     "Yes."

     My eyes blink on over-drive as I look at the emotionally unintelligent man next to the mattress. "Lay down under the sheets," I muttered, lifting the blanket. Gaara does as he's ordered, laying as stiff as a board once he's in the bed. I slowly shift closer to him, laying next to his side and resting my head on his chest. "You don't have to be... unclothed for us to cuddle, by the way."

     "Alright."

     "It's love, by the way."

     "What is love?"

     "The thing I make you feel. It's called love."

     "Do you love me?"

     "I think so," I whisper, wrapping my arms around him. "You scare me so it's hard to tell, but yes, I think I do."

     "Do you know I love you?"

     "I mean, you gave me a son that's the spitting image of you so I'm pretty sure I know you love me."

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[styrmwb]

I Beat Yakuza 4 Remastered

I gotta say. It's fantastic. Say that again?

With a MUCH MUCH smaller gap than the last two, I have added another Yakuza game to the pile of completion. Rather than the 3ish years between Kiwami 2 and 3, it's only been around half a year; so the memories are a lot fresher this time around, which leads to more accurate comparison and growth. In the case of 4 here, I think that it's both a blessing and a curse that 3 is still in my mind. Yakuza 4 (at least the remastered versions) feels like 3 Deluxe, in a way. It's a VERY similar game, which leads to some burnout, but also seeing the bits where they improved on some of 3's flaws was nice. Lemme dive deeper into everything, as I do.

Part 1: White Tiger's Gameplay 第1部：白虎のゲームプレイ

To start, the best thing about this game is the 4. I'm 5 games in now, but timeline wise you got 3 straight Kiryu only games, all featuring Kamurocho. 4 doing the twist of have 3 additional characters gives this game the twist it needed to feel interesting, to avoid maximum burnout; cause Yakuza is a very samey game as you play it. It's both the strength and the weakness. All 4 characters have their own movesets, their own stories, and even their own side distractions. This basically gives you 4 mini Yakuza games to play, which I loved.

Akiyama's my guy. His moveset is fast, spammable kicks; but his side content is some of my least favorite. Talk to people to make them your ally which gives a buff if you're nearby, and that damned Hostess Maker minigame makes a return from 3 (it's still not interesting or fun).

Saejima is a powerhouse; he feels stilted at first, but once you get him leveled up, nothing can stop you from sending out a huge charged punch or throwing guys. He had some of my favorite heat actions in the game. I didn't really put much time into his Fighter Maker for reasons I'll go into later, so his side stuff just didn't really do it for me. I do like how the presence of cops makes him navigate the map differently though. Not super fun, but very creative.

Tanimura was a slow burn. Very strange moveset at first, but as time went on, I REALLY liked played as him. The heat actions baked into the combos, the really fun grapples; he's a weird character, but a joy. His side stuff being random police encounters felt non intrusive, but just enough for you to plan your travels differently.

Kiryu is a classic. The dude felt like a reward after 3 new guys; you get the long-running lead, with a lot more power baked into his learnset from the get go. He felt like his city was the most wide open, but not much in the line of unique side stuff. It's just differently flavored encounters.

I mention side stuff; and I think that's the weakest point of the game. Purely because, a lot of it is repeats from 3. Minigames are just full of the same things, and there didn't feel like a twist. The real kicker here is there WAS Pachinko but it got taken away in this release so I don't even get that. I mean, the minigames aren't bad. But when you have a game like Yakuza, you get a little burnt out of playing a bunch of pool when you basically did the exact same thing last game. The Hostess stuff just. Isn't my favorite. It's a lot of button mashing, money wasting, and time consuming. The coolest thing they did with it though is have the ones you train as Akiyama be available for Tanimura and Kiryu. I did think that was neat. If it wasn't for the split between characters, I don't think I would have been nearly as motivated to play as I was. That really was the sauce the game needed.

Shoutouts to 4 being my first real dive into Mahjong, as well. I was lucky enough to catch CyricZ, the guy who writes all the GameFaqs guides, do a panel at this year's MAGFest about teaching how to play Riichi Mahjong (more for the usage of LaD and FFXIV), so I finally used that knowledge. Mahjong is an abusive relationship that hates you and makes you lose for no reason, but there is something really satisfying about it. I'm not opposed to playing it more. I'm somewhat opposed.

In regards to carry over from 3; the enemy AI felt a lot better this time. I felt like I could actually play the game properly, do heat actions, do grabs, and use the options given to me (and those options are FUN). Semi-connected to that, the Coliseum being completely unlocked from the get go (at least for Kiryu, I didn't mess with it much with Saejima) just kinda feels like "yeah we know you did this already. Do it again but we'll make it easier on you."

Finally, I liked the leveling here def more than 3. The selection of upgrades with soul orbs felt like I was getting moves more often than not, like I felt with 3.

Part 2: Vermilion Bird's Story 第2部：朱雀の物語

Something about Yakuza writing just feels like it started improving way more after 1 and 2 (counting 0 where it belongs I.E. after 5). While I don't think the story this time tops 3 for me, it's still really good. Again, the biggest strength of the game is the characters. The main 4 (the Yakuza 4) are all just really enjoyable, and they make the story worth going through, even if the actual plot lines might fall flat. There's a lot to go through here. AHEM:

Akiyama was the perfect character to start off with. Nice and charismatic, interesting concept of a stupid rich moneylender that just aims to help; I felt like I was just kinda waiting for the shoe to drop on him, but other than him debatably being a little bit of a scumbag (who isn't in Kamurocho), he's just a really nice guy who I wanna see succeed.

Saejima was one of the best depictions of trauma I've seen in this series so far. That scene of him recounting his pain in the Coliseum was incredibly powerful; only to be followed by him reuniting with his old boss. Emotionally amazing. I wish he was present a little longer, but I'm really excited to see where his story goes in the future.

Like his gameplay, Tanimura was a slow burn. Something about the dude I just liked more and more as time went on. A cop who doesn't give a shit about the rules, is kinda an asshole, but still has that heart of gold. I liked his bit of being in the foreign community, that was neat. I'm glad he got the final fight. It makes me sad knowing that he still hasn't come back in the modern day. I miss him already.

Kiryu is Kiryu. We love Kiryu. I wish he would stop falling into this damned city's nonsense. Something I really liked about his part of the story is how it felt very celebrational for the series. All of his substories referenced the past in some way, which was really cool.

Yasuko was great, especially once her connection to Saejima was revealed. I'm a sucker for sibling relationships in media, as I think I've said before. Her death felt a little goofy, but in the same way I felt really invested in it, and it was like "I've been living my life dead already. Might as well keep going a little bit for my brother."

Hana!!!!!! The team of Akiyama and Hana was amazing, especially for opening the game up with. I do think there was just a TAD too much focus on her eating, but still, beyond that. Having a plus-sized character, ESPECIALLY a woman, be more than just a walking joke, is amazing. She still felt like a person. I can't wait to hopefully see more of her. I hope.

Hamazaki???? He's. I don't know how I feel about him. On one hand, I'm glad his last minute resurrection was used well. A really good turn of character from a villain to a man who's learned to trust and love. I do really like him in that end. On the other end; why doesn't he die. Like, he died. He dies. A lot. He died in 3. He died in the start of the game. He died in Kiryu's chapter. This is like FFIV with the amount of fake death.

Majima didn't get as much appearance as I would have liked, especially for the game that shows his sworn brother, but he's always a joy for a reason. I liked how he felt more down to earth, more sorrowful here. Little more like how he was in 0; I'm starting to really see the full connection of the dude here.

Kido felt like he was gonna be Rikiya 2, in a way, but I'm glad he wasn't a 1-to-1. I didn't really understand his heel turn for the most part, but I think I picked it up at the end. He was going balls out. He was gonna take the opportunity to go big. Cool guy, not S tier.

I do like Daigo, generally. Here, I understood his motivations, but I feel like he was shoehorned in to give Kiryu a final battle. I dunno. Poor guy is just getting the shaft compared to other mainstay characters.

Katsuragi was a neat villain. He doesn't have anything that stands out to me, but he served his purpose very well, I think.

Sugiuchi on the other hand, I liked AND he had a little sauce to him. Initially I thought he was gonna be the rough man yet still an ally, but they instead went the villain route. The reveal of being yakuza undercover as a cop, yet still finding some kind of meaning IN fighting crime; it was neat.

To continue in the police, I'll always find catharsis with taking down a corrupt official, which is what I got with Munakata. I think he was introduced at a good point to not feel like a last minute "man behind the man" big bad, and he felt satisfying to take down.

Finally; Arai. I. I don't think I like Arai. I didn't understand him, his motives, what his role was. Out of everyone who ended up being a final force, he was my least favorite, and I wouldn't be upset not seeing him ever again. He wishes he was Mine good.

The villains of this game were weak, in my opinion. Probably the weakest of the series so far. But the allied cast in this game was strong enough to balance them out. There were a couple people I didn't mention but to quickly put them down: Fuck Saito. Hate him. Haruka is daughter. Love her. I got to see the kids again. Yay. Date got more appearance and a little bit more story which I loved. Shibata is there.

To move away from my usual character break down, I do like how this game still feels more put together than the first two in the series. I saw a lot of complaints about rubber bullets online, ridiculing them, but like; while ridiculous, that plot point didn't bother me that much? Something about Yakuza reminds me of Professor Layton. You get a lot of mysteries that all (ideally) get tied together at the end, and it's really satisfying. The mystery of what happened 25 years ago, everyone's personal arcs, the Ueno Seiwa, the Tojo, the Police all intersecting for power, and the people heading this; it's fun.

Also, the substories in this game???? Dude. I loved them. Where 3 was filled with a lot of heart, 4 gives a lot of important feeling character expanding on our main cast. Sure, there's a couple silly ones; but when you get 3 new guys, you gotta get them up to par with Kiryu, and they succeeded with that. Akiyama gets a lot of viewing into his business, Saejima visits his past through the lens of protecting a kid, and Tanimura learns about his father and solves a big crime ring. I loved that they had these big stories that you could follow over several substories. Probably my favorite part of the game, there.

Part 3: Black Tortoise's Music 第3部：黒亀の音楽

I gotta say. Yakuza music is good, but doesn't always stick with me, beyond like, karaoke. I'm a big nerd who downloads video game music to listen to in the car, and before this, I really only had Outlaw's Lullaby from Kiwami 2 on the listen list (again, excluding karaoke). Yakuza has a lot of good intense techno, but 4 here. Dude. Music DRASTIC go up. A lot of big band, unique instruments, cool melodies; it caught my ears far more than in the past. Loved the wind sounds of Akiyama's battle theme, the intense and creepy moments like Whiskey & Rhapsody, the substory battles sometimes being met with the spicy brass squad song called Spicy Brass Squad, the absolute banger that is Tanimura's battle theme, as well as the Sugiuchi battle??? Similar to the story, only the final battles really unimpressed me with how GOOD the rest of the game is full of. Probably my favorite soundtrack in the series so far, I HAD to make this one of my sections that I limited to 4 just for the bit (I'm admitting it here)

Editor's note AKA Styrm going back through his thoughts to make sure they're coherent: HOW DID I NOT MENTION MAJIMA'S BATTLE THEME??? RECIEVE AND BITE YOU GOES INSANE WITH THAT OPENING

Part 4: Azure Dragon's Finale 第4部：紺碧の竜のフィナーレ

Yakuza 4 is a good game. I don't think I'd like it nearly as much without its main gimmick of 4 main characters. Luckily, it has that gimmick, and it does it well. You can only have so much solo Kiryu in the series before you hit burnout. I'm still craving a little more innovation, mainly in the side content, but I think this direction is exactly what the series needed. Luckily, I do have the benefit of "being in the future" and knowing where the series is going, so I'm looking forward to Most of it (I'm iffy on what I know about 6).

If I had a game with the story quality of 3 and the good feeling gameplay + multiple characters of 4, it'd be amazing (wait isn't this what I remember 0 being (it's been like 5 years I might have rose-colored glasses I need to replay it)). Still; like I said. Yakuza 4 is the right direction for the series. Just needs a little more to not feel like the same stuff that I just did last game.

7/10. Wonderful concept of a multi main character cast, but maybe just a little too similar to the game before it to excite me. Half the character writing is amazing, and the other half is the villains.

[glowingbadger]

Hi if the requests are still open could I get Hiei and In Heat? Hiei being the one in heat or maybe even both to mix it up.

Also if you wanted extra ideas, they could both have genuine feeling for each other but Hiei is not sure how to deal with his feelings?

If you don't feel inspired with that idea, do whatever you like, your writing is amazing :)

Thank you in advance for doing these requests, I'm looking forward to what combinations others think of

GUYS I finally had the time to fucking WRITE SOMETHING, goddamn. That said, no clue how good this is because I feel like I've been away for so long lmao. But hey, here's hoping I'll have time for more soon.

Hiei (YYH) x GN! Reader

Kink prompts list #54 (In Heat)

NSFW 18+

"It is true that our mutual friend is not an easy one to read, nor to warm to," Kurama had said with a subdued grin, just as you were about to part ways at the train station that afternoon, "But patience bears all sorts of rewards- and besides..." he paused, as though not certain whether he should continue. You looked at him inquisitively, and his smile broadened, "Oh, I was just thinking that I wouldn't be surprised if you saw him perhaps sooner than you'd expected, that's all. Call it a hunch."

Another point for the fox's near prescient intuition- or perhaps he simply had more intel than you did. That very night, you'd wearily closed the door to your bedroom behind you, only to be confronted by scarlet eyes and a hand on the wall pinning you between it and Hiei himself. You say his name in shock, but he hardly seems to hear you. He's... strange. There's a tension wired through his entire body that has his muscles visibly strained. There's something wild in his eyes- something you've seen behind them when the rage inside of him boiled over and his flames couldn't be contained. Sure enough, his body is warm- so warm, radiating, spreading to you as he speaks.

"I'll only say this once, so listen now," he says before you can get a word out, "I need you. It's... agonizing," he grits his teeth for a moment, "I've kept this at bay for long enough. And now, this... this Heat is..."

"Hiei..." you whisper his name as your mind scrambles and trips over itself to make sense of his words. The word "heat" echoes in your thoughts and thrums through your nerves, and you can hardly believe your own senses. Have your unchecked desires manifested in to some sort of lustful hallucination?

But then, Hiei's fingers drag trembling along your cheek and into your hair, and this unsteady contact tells you that, no, this is very real. His touch is fevered and yet tentative, as though exerting every ounce of his focus to be so gentle with you.

"Tell me. Do you... want this..?"

You're still not certain you understand what's happening. It's all so sudden, so unlike him- but if nothing else, you can at least piece together that Hiei desires you, lusts for you, and in the same way those needs have overtaken him, you feel them surging up within you too quickly to be contained.

The moment he sees you give the slightest hint of a nod, he pulls you with unyielding strength towards your bed. And when he kisses you, it feels like you're igniting.

Your fingers drag into his hair, pulling him to you as though you could possibly be any closer. He utters a rasping groan into your mouth, and before you realize what he's doing, he's grabbed a fistful of your shirt and quite literally torn it apart at the front. You might be irritated by this if you weren't so swept up in his relentless pace. Now with access to more soft and vulnerable skin, he harshly kisses and bites his way down your chest, all the while his hands now tug at your thighs, slotting them around his hips until he can rut his cock against your warmth. You catch your breath, your head tilting back on the pillow. For a moment, he fumbles with the button of your jeans, then instead simply snarls out,

"Off."

You rush to obey, your need for him compelling you. So long- fuck, you've wanted this for so long. Had he known all this time that all it would take was a simple command and you would offer yourself to him completely? He must know now; every touch and bite and fevered kiss has you arching your body against him, gasping his name, clawing your nails down his back.

Once you both have wrestled yourselves free of your clothes, he kneels between your parted legs and, to your surprise, halts for a moment. His burning crimson eyes meet yours, his hands grip tight at the outer swell of your thighs, and you can see the red divots left behind in their wake.

"I'm going to make you my mate." he says, and you can see the way his hardened cock twitches at the very thought. An unfamiliar whimper escapes you, but you nod.

"Yes," you whisper, "Hiei, please-"

"That means you're mine, understand?" he leans over you, one hand still firmly at your thigh and the other pinned against the pillow behind you, "Humans have all sorts of ridiculous mating rituals. Ours are simple. I take you, and I keep you. If you're going to regret it, then-"

"I won't," you're not certain what he sees in the direct stare you offer him. Longing, determination, perhaps desperation. Whatever he sees, it seems to satisfy him. His jaw tightens, he shifts towards you, and you feel the tip of his member pressing between your folds. The head catches at your opening, and you gasp as he begins to push into you. You feel yourself stretching around him, squeezing tight as you receive him, but you force your eyes to meet his all the while. With the first couple of inches, his frame tenses. By the time he's half buried in you, his teeth are bared and he's panting softly. Then, he hilts into you to the base, and immediately begins to buck his hips.

"Fuck-!" You gasp aloud, your nails raking down his hard, muscled arms.

"Mine..." you barely hear him mutter amidst panting moans and the sounds of your bodies meeting in blissful, maddening friction, "My mate..."

[sombrashe]

content afab gender neutral reader, chubby reader, no plot, toxic undertones, nipple play, cunnilingus, non-safe sex, kinda breeding kink note(s) y/n and troy have just a terrible toxic relationship but it's okay because you're both so good in bed

I'm so sorry. I was a complete dick, and I know a stupid text won't fix what I said. I just need to say this to you because you deserve better. I would love to be able to come over and talk about this. Apologize for real, to your face.

He had been ignoring your texts for days now, a direction you're not used to. You sigh as you stare at your message, the green bubble causing your stomach to turn. Throwing down your phone, you're annoyed. If you two were really broken up this time how were you supposed to get your stuff?

I'm at war with the wo-

You snatched the phone from its sunken position within a discarded blanket. The text was short, a simple let's talk and you grin giddy as you run through the routine. Making up always started with you dolled up and ended with bruises on your knees. Hair done, lip gloss shining against your plump lips, and a loose pair of jeans for easy access and you're ready to go.

Tugging on a plain color hoodie you rush out the door and obsessively check yourself at every red light. Staring at yourself with sad eyes you consider some lines before settling on the I'll leave... since you don't want me here option.

Clicking the metallic button you hear the faint ring of the small apartment's doorbell. The Arizona heat makes you tug on the collar of your hoodie but you can't remove it just yet. Looking nonchalant you give the vertically privileged man a friendly smile.

"I won't take too much of your time. I was wondering if I could also pick up my things while I'm here?"

You made sure to sound gentle, giving him the illusion of choice.

"Whatever you need." He tilts his head scanning you before taking a step off to the side.

"May I?"

You gesture towards the coat rack which was tucked snugly between the wall and the front door. He nods and holds his hand out ready to take the article of clothing from you. You peel off the hoodie making sure to catch your shirt with your pinkie so the mossy green bra you choose specifically for this moment would be shown off.

The smile plastered to his face doesn't leave even as he gathers your hoodie into his arms and tosses it onto one of the arms of the rack. He rests his hand on the small of your back and leads you towards the sandy couch which sits immaculately matching the rest of the living room set. You take a seat furthest from him, your knees pressed together as you smooth out your thighs.

He waits a beat before turning on his heel and confidently walking through the few rooms the apartment provides. He returns about ten minutes later with a moderately sized basket filled with miscellaneous items all of which belonged to you. Taking the basket you rest it on your thighs feeling the pinch of wicker through the denim.

A beat and the softest voice you can muster. "Did you want to talk?"

He never did, and neither did you if you were being honest. This cat-and-mouse game was so much more fun.

"Not really." He shrugs and stares at you with storms brewing within his irises.

You sigh loud enough to sound sad, "I should go. I don't want to be a bother." You love this part.

On cue, he reaches out and wraps his ring-cladded fingers around your elbow. Keeping his fingers pressed into your skin he takes a seat. Your knees are so close to touching. God, he was too far.

"Stay a minute. I can order pizza?"

He scoots closer and you turn your knees towards him feeling the way your bare knees brush against the baggy jeans he wears low on his hips.

"Pizza sounds nice."

He hums in agreement. His lips turn up in a small smile and you get a moment to admire the way his cheeks dimple. Leaning closer you place your hand daintily against his thigh.

"I've missed you."

He mumbles ever so sweetly against your glossed lips. System of a Down serenades you as you both close the atom of a space between you. His lips move in sync with yours, years of this off-again-on-again bullshit has given you two plenty of time to know just what makes the other tick. His rings press into the bone of your jaw as he angles your head up.

Breaking the kiss he licks a stripe up the tendon of your neck. Pausing he bites down on the opposite tendon and watches with barely concealed glee as you hiss. Wasting no time you thread your fingers through his hair and shove him against your delicate flesh. His nose presses painfully against your skin and you can feel the heat of his breath.

"If you're going to bite, then fucking bite, Troy."

He's halfway on your lap, your basket knocked over and scattered across the milk spill of a carpet. He presses his knee against you as he whimpers against your skin. Pressing kisses against your neck and jaw he replaces specific kisses with bloody marks. Your fingers never leave the soft bits of hair at the base of his skull. Lapping at your wounds he only pulls away once the blood has stopped staining your skin. His breathing is collected, his hair only slightly displaced compared to your heated skin and soft gasping breaths.

"Fuck it, come on."

He towers over you as he stands with his hand out to help you up. Finally, Placing your palm against his he drags you to his bedroom and down onto the mattress. You each spend a moment taking turns planting kisses and removing articles of clothing. First your shirt then his, his pants then yours until you're the only one left in nothing but your underwear.

You lean back ignoring the ever-present complaints from your frazzled brain. Cupping one of your breasts you rub your thumb over your perk nipple and let out a whine. He was only a step away and closes the gap between you within a blink. Cupping the back of your hand with his palm he forces you to squeeze your hand tightly down before letting go at your digression.

He lets out an airy breath as he bumps his forehead against yours. His eyes jump from yours to gaze hungrily at your chest. Pressing hot kisses down the skin of your neck and ends up exactly where he wants to be. Moving forward he forces you onto your back, his face eye level with your chest the entire way down. Once you're settled he takes his time pressing open-mouthed kisses to the very tops of your breasts, following each and every mark. Each one gets its moment with Troy, his eagerness only evident with the way his hands twitch against the soft expanse of your stomach. Moving in a clear pattern he spends a few moments tracing his lips and the tip of his nose across your areola licking softly at the pigmented skin. Once he feels satisfied with the teasing he's subjected you to he takes the longest on your gorgeous perky nipples. He can't help the low groan that ripples across your sensitive flesh. He laps at those tiny buds for what feels like hours. Your moans and whines for him only spur him on to take more and more time with you.

Pulling away from your white hot flesh he admires the way your arm is thrown over your face only exposing your bruised and puffy lips. Running his thumb over your bottom lip he gently removes your arm from its relaxed spot and presses a small kiss to your temple.

"Need your eyes on me while I make you cum."

His words send a sharp shiver down your spine which settles restlessly against your lumbar. You watch with pent-up energy as he moves from your chest down your stomach leaving wet kisses in his wake. You absentmindedly spread your legs and fight back the urge to immediately snap them closed as he lets out a guffaw. His teeth are on wide display as he marvels at the growing wet spot sticking to your underwear.

He brushes his thumb across the mark and sucks a breath in through his teeth. Dragging the digit across your matching set you avert your eyes to ease the growing heat resting within the hollows of your cheeks. You grow impatient at his teasing, no words spoken, only the brush of his thumb and the hollow pleasure that never goes anywhere.

Finally, finally, finally, he gets to the point and slips that same thumb under the edge of your underwear feeling the slickness as he brushes his calloused thumb against your sensitive bud. You shutter and let out a soft mewl spurring him on further. He hooks his other thumb under the elastic and tracing your skin with his nails he hooks his knuckles under and over to pull the last remaining article of fabric keeping you two apart over your plush thighs.

The chill from the fan above sends goosebumps over the expanse of your exposed skin. Troy traces over a few of them and tilts his head watching his finger. He always spent moments pressing and pinching the fat that spills around your frame. He enjoyed the way you rolled so perfectly around his fingers, his rings leaving marks in the soft flesh. Sometimes he would sink his teeth into the fat around your thighs, but luck was on your side today and you wouldn't have to worry about the feeling of raw flesh being pinched by your jeans.

Breathing softly making sure to exhale directly onto your labia making you shift trying to grow more comfortable with the heat searing between your legs. Reaching down you tangle your fingers in his shaggy waves. Using the blunt ends of your nails you gently rake them down and across his scalp hoping to encourage him. He picks up the pace and with a sigh an emotion you don’t get to see often crosses his face. He spreads your lips apart using his thumbs and bares his teeth in a wide smile.

He takes a moment to just admire you, his excitement evident by the way he shifts on his knees. Using the tip of his tongue he gently ghosts in across your clit. With a small breath, you relax further into his grip and give yourself over to the pleasure bursting through your limbs. His beard brushes against your hairless thighs. The burn that would come with him between your legs was something future you could deal with. Right now you only have one thing on your mind. Pressing the flat part of his tongue fully down on your clit now has your eyes fluttering as a lopsided grin ghosts over your face with every lick. He spends most of his time working your clit. Using the smooth part of his teeth he gently scrapes it against your darkening clit causing your knees to snap together disorienting him for a moment. With a quick flex of his arms, your knees are pinned beneath his arms and his finger starts to replace his tongue.

At every switch, he moves his way down until his tongue is pushing between your walls. He draws shapes against your insides as you wiggle beneath him. Your breathing is uneven as your walls flutter around his erratic tongue. His unoccupied hand keeps a bruising grip over the flesh of your thigh making your movement sluggish in comparison. Soon you feel that familiar coil of heat building up in your abdomen. He grins against your cunt and looks up at you through long eyelashes. With a huff and a, “Fuck, Troy!”, you're cumming against his tongue as he lets out a soft whine lapping you up like a starved man. Once he pulled away, only at your insistence, he ran his thumb across his bottom lip and licked your very essence off. He looked absolutely gorgeous, eyes bright and lips shiny. You worked your way onto your elbow and shifted him closer to you. He walked his arms up to position beside yours and you pulled him in for a gentle kiss. One that lasted only a few seconds, time spent gently pressing your matte lips against his before darting your tongue out and helping clean him up a little.

He grips your plush hip and leaves bruises in his wake. You gently scratch your nails down his shoulder blades. Feeling every inch of his back before ghosting the backs of your nails back over his skin leaving goosebumps behind. Leaning back he rolls his shoulders and gives you an eager smile, his eyes darkening as he tilts his head.

“You ready?”

You smile and shift alongside him. Letting him use his farmer-boy muscles to pull and twist you further down the bed until your legs are awkwardly hanging off the side. You try lifting your legs and resting your feet on the side of the wooden box spring. Instead, you're left slipping and huffing as Troy watches with small laughs before he swoops in and saves the day. Keeping his fingers wrapped around your ankles he bends you at the knee and shifts your ankles up and over his shoulders. Giving your butt a little wiggle he gives you a sharp smile in contrast to your warm one. He was so so so close, but you needed him closer. Reaching down between the two of you, you take the opportunity to brush your fingers over his swollen tip. Moving your hand further he watches with interest as your stomach folds to allow more leeway. Smearing droplets of pre cum around your fingertips you slide them down further until your palm is like a platform for his cock. Guiding it downwards, you pull it away from his abdomen until his tip is nudging your hole.

You bite your bottom lip for a second before wetting it and give him soft eyes, eyes so unlike others that he sees daily. Eyes full of adoration and shiny now with lust. His heart picks up speed and he has to force himself to look away. You were so much for him, but he couldn't think even for a moment he could live without you.

“Troy.”

“I know, I know.”

He went through the motions. Freeing your hand, he wrapped his own fingers around his length. Guiding it past your lips and up across your swollen clit a few times. Listening to your huffs as you keep from snapping at him. His smile faint as he finally gives you what you've been wanting… no needing this entire time. He pushes past your walls and settles comfortably, a kiss away from your cervix. Giving you time and allowing himself a moment to stare at you; The way your hands covered your heated cheeks, the feeling of you trying and failing to not squeeze the life out of him, the feeling of your heartbeat beneath his fingers as he presses against your ankles pulsepoint. Finally, those hands fall away and they're instead directed towards him. One hand held out in a silent attempt to meet his while the other snaked its way down between your thighs and pressed ever so softly against your clit. You suck in a breath and he chuckles, he hasn't even moved yet, and look at how worked up you were.

Shifting your ankles to a higher point of elevation, he reaches forwards linking your non-dominant hands together. Slowly he slips out of your suctioning pussy watching until he can see the very beginning of his swollen tip before snapping his hips against the swell of your ass. He does this over and over again forming a pattern that has your teeth clenched and eyebrows furrowed. Squeezing your fingers he slowly starts to build up speed as the lewd sounds of your soaked pussy fill the small space of his room.

“God, fuck. Darlin'. ‘re you g’nna cum for me? Sugar, Sugar, fuck! I’m close.”

His accent felt like nails scratching at your scalp the way you tingled. The way it dripped off his tongue and fell against the shell of your ear has you weakly wiggling against him.

“Troy.”

You managed to choke out his name. Two fingers working tirelessly against your clit. He loosens his grip against your ankles and lets your knees fall to the side and over top of his chelidons. His hips stutter and snap against your thighs as he slowly untangles in front of your eyes. His hair sticks to his forehead as his chin lowers. Your eyes snap closed as the coil in your stomach snaps as you cum against his cock. You're so lost in your own feelings of euphoria you don't realize he came until after your high finally cools enough for you to open your eyes. He's staring at you with lidded eyes, his hands absentmindedly petting the lower part of your stomach. You push at him with the bottom of your foot feeling exhaustion start to settle in your limbs.

“Can I spend the night?”

He gives you a short snort as he pulls away from you completely. The soft wet sounds of him pulling out of you has your cheeks heating up despite the tiredness. Yanking you up you let out a grunt as your feet hit the ground. Your knees jiggle for a second as you struggle to make it out of his room and into the cold tiled bathroom. Going to the bathroom you spend a moment fixing yourself in the mirror. Cold water to help the puffiness and a little borrowed face wash to remove the lip gloss that stuck to your chin and mouth. After drying your skin you stretch and make your way back into his small bedroom. Not even bothering with any clothes you simply crawl into his bed and under the plush covers. His giant cushy bed was your favorite part of his insufferable family, their wealth decking his small apartment out to the nines. Yawning you relax against the oversized blanket overlapping the both of you. The soft scrapes of pencil lull you quickly to sleep.

[lost-walmartbag]

Stan X Reader S2 Pt. 8

Warning: N/A

Background: You, Stan, and Kyle pick Sara up from daycare

Status: Ongoing

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It was a long emotional chat as you laid out your plan to him. You don't even know exactly how long you were in there for you just know it was long enough for Stan's hair to completely dry and for your alarm to pick Sarah to go off. When you pulled out your phone, you realized you had just let go of Stan's hand. You hadn't even noticed you were still holding it.

"S-sorry. I um gotta go get Sarah. She gets out of daycare soon." You said turning off your alarm and turning back to him.

"Let me get dressed." He said standing up and walking over to a suitcase on the floor. "I'm coming with."

"N-no you don't have to. I um don't want to bother you." The words felt bitter in your mouth but you couldn't stop them from coming out.

"Y/N, please. Just let me prove to you I'm in this. I am going to be here for her and for you please just let me prove it." He said as a knock on the door filled the air.

"Hey, no rush but we gotta go get Sarah," Kyle said on the other side.

"Y-yeah just-"

"We'll be right there." Stan finished and before he would let you speak he threw his bathrobe on the floor and changed into his clothes so quick you didn't even catch a hint of skin before you looked away.

You stood there awkwardly, quickly averting your eyes to the ceiling. You heard Stan moving around as he slipped on his clothes and the devil on your shoulder practically begged you to sneak a peak. You hadn't seen Stan unclothed for almost five years and it was definitely become clear to you just how long you've been single.

Stan's traveled to every corner of the world by now and you haven't even left the state. He's seen women in every shape and color and for the millionth time in the last four years, you felt like you weren't enough for him.

"Ceiling can't be that interesting." He muttered making your cheeks heat up.

"I'm just giving you some privacy. You're the one that started stripping in front of me." You said trying to keep your voice as steady as possible.

"And if I had a problem with you looking, I wouldn't have. It's not like it's anything you haven't seen before."

You looked over at him, staring at the tattoos on his neck leading down the collar of his shirt. You hadn't seen any of him before. Before Stan and now Stan are two different people. Now Stan isn't the person you fell in love with and he isn't the person you knew inside and out.

You want to say this person in front of you is a stranger, but you don't feel this way towards strangers, something you've never known.

"I haven't seen any of you before." You whispered. "You're different now."

He stood still and his jaw clenched for a few seconds before relaxing again. "Then I'll make sure you remember it."

Kyle knocked again and you could tell he was impatient. He never liked being behind schedule and while you were in here debating on whether you should openly ogle your ex or not, you pushed his normal routine behind by 5 minutes.

"Still got that stick in his ass I see," Stan said with a sigh as he shoved different things into his pockets.

"We should get going." You said as you opened the door revealing Kyle angrily looking at a non-existent watch on his wrist.

"six minutes," Kyle said with a frown. "Six minutes behind schedule. You know how her teacher gets when we're late and I don't like her looking at me like that again."

"You treat Heidi like she's a witch that's gonna eat Sara if we're late." You said rolling your eyes.

"She might if we don't hurry!" Kyle said already racing down the hallway towards the exit.

"Heidi's a daycare teacher now?" Stan asked as you two followed after Kyle.

"Yeah. She's great with the kids and honestly a sweetheart. Kyle is still a little salty because they slept together in college and never got a text back." You said as Stan opened the door for you to step out of.

"Kyle had a one-night stand?" Stan said raising a brow.

"He didn't want it to be. He asked her out, they went on a little date, got drunk, went back to her place and blah blah blah, you get the point." You said walking over to Kyle's car.

"Less talking about my love life, more getting the hell in the car," Kyle said with a frown as he started the engine.

You slid into the passenger seat as Stan got into the back, sitting next to Sara's car seat. Stan looked over at the small booster seat and before he realized it his fingers were tracing the small butterfly patterns on the fabric of the seat.

"Does she like butterflies?" He asked quietly more to himself but it didn't stop you from answering.

"Yeah, blue ones. Monarchs are apparently too basic for her." You said looking back at him.

He gave a small nod without looking up at you. He kept his eyes on the car seat. He was of course new to this whole parenting thing so maybe he just didn't know how all this worked, but he felt like it should be bigger.

"Shouldn't she be in a bigger seat?" He asked finally looking up at you.

Kyle laughed and glanced at the rearview mirror to make eye contact with Stan for a second. "Doctor says she's pretty tall for her age and it's best to put her in a booster instead."

Something about the way Kyle said it felt harsh for Stan. Like he was saying 'I've been to doctor's appointments while you were gone.' Stan balled up his fist and looked down at his lap. You felt the slight tension and tried your best to explain.

"She also gets real fidgety with the seatbelt so it really works a lot better." You said slightly nervous.

"Yeah.." Stan muttered as Kyle pulled into the parking lot of the small colorful building.

"Fudge," Kyle muttered as he spotted Heidi holding Sara's hand. "She's gonna come up here and start being all sweet to you and act like I'm not here and when she finally does she's gonna-"

Within a blink of an eye, Heidi was by the passenger side and gently knocked on the window. Her hair was longer and curlier, small acne scars on her cheeks but still very earthy looking with her long brown skirt and green cardigan.

You rolled the window down and smiled sweetly up at Heidi. "Hey, Ms. Heidi. I'm so sorry we're late."

"Oh, no problem. Sara was a pleasure to be around and I have no doubt that if you had a better driver you would have come sooner." Heidi said so sweetly one would almost miss the dig at Kyle.

Kyle sure hadn't as he huffed and crossed his arms and muttered something under his breath. Heidi gave a small smirk and opened the door to the backseat to help Sara in. When she spotted Stan she gasped and smiled brightly.

"Oh my god. Is that you Stan?" She asked in disbelief.

Stan tensed up a bit and gave a weak wave. "H-hey Heidi."

"Hey? That's all you have to say? Famous people amirite?" She teased as she helped Sara inside the backseat and into her booster seat.

Stan's breath caught in his throat when he finally saw Sara. Her big blue eyes looked up at him with curiosity. Her black hair was pulled into pigtails. Before Heidi could buckle her in he reached out and did it himself. He didn't know if it was ok for him to do in his position but he couldn't help himself.

Heidi looked over at you and raised a brow. You felt your cheeks heat up. Everyone had assumed Sara was Stan's daughter but you never confirmed it. You did tell a few people other than Kyle but begged them to keep it a secret. Heidi was a talker so you needed to get her out fast.

You looked over at Kyle and nudged your head in Heidi's direction, silently asking him to get her the hell out of there. He shook his head but you silently pleaded until he relented.

"Hey, Heidi. Still, no luck finding adult clothes?" Kyle asked making Heidi take in a sharp breath and quickly compose herself.

She shut the door and walked over to Kyle's window. "Still no luck finding any woman to willingly date you?"

"You did." He said rolling his eyes.

"And there would be a reason why that mistake was not made twice Mr. Broflovski," Heidi said with a sickeningly sweet smile. "Have a nice day Sara, Y/N, and Stan."

"Aw no bye for me?" Kyle said sarcastically.

"Bye Ms Heidi!" Sara said from her seat, waving enthusiastically.

Heidi turned her smile to Sara and waved back, stepping aside to let Kyle drive off.

"You owe me big time," Kyle muttered to you.

You ignored him and looked back at Sara with a smile, Stan sat next to her not knowing what was the best thing to do with his hands so he gripped the fabric on his thighs.

"Sara. This is.... my friend." You said with a tight smile.

"H-hi Sara.. um I-I'm.. um.." He stammered as he tried to find the right words to say. He didn't want you to call him by his name but also didn't want to step on any toes.

He looked up at you for help. His eyes were desperate and sad. You felt like the worst person in the world but even worse you felt like the worst mother.

"Daddy." You blurted out. "His name is Daddy, um dad for short."

Kyle stiffened up and bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. Stan let out a relieved sigh and looked over at Sara who was rightfully confused.

"I-it's um German." He said quickly making Sara giggle.

"It's silly." She said making Stan's heart almost burst. He smiled brightly and nodded.

"Y-yeah very silly," He said looking down at Sara.

"You're mama's friend?" She asked kicking her small feet.

"Oh yeah me and your mom go way back. We went to high school together."

As Stan talked to Sara, answering all her questions and making her laugh. You finally let out a sigh you've been holding and sunk into your seat.

"A load off right?" Kyle asked you, glancing away from the road for a second to see the small smile on your lips.

"Yeah, it is."

A/N: Bet you didn't see that Heidi shit coming huh? Anyway yes I am still alive. I've been chipping away at all my drafts so hopefully more to come soon but I promise nothing because I am a filthy liar. Thank you guys so much for reading, love you all stay safe 🩵🩵🩵

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