#I was feeling kinda tight and usually fucking around with brushes helps me loosen up

[forgetful-river]

Ugh. It's hard to love someone who shows their affection by licking

[bouncybongfairy]

Hello I have an idea. I don’t know if I already sent you something but I don’t think I did so anyways here is my idea

So void gets into stiles body and he’s walking around thinking about his plans until his friend y/n and asks what’s wrong with him they figure out that stiles is actually void and they start talking back in forth until void says something that’s makes y/n’s werwolf suddenly come out and I mean like eyes glowing and fangs come out and then they start talking about y/n’s werewolf power and that she is a hybrid werewolf and then void asks what y/n does with there “prey” and they say I like to play with my food. He says do to me what you do to your “prey” and she does just that and she pins him to the ground and starts to claw at his back and bits his shoulder but he likes it and it just goes down from there.

If you do it then thank you but if you don’t it’s okay, you probably have better things to worry about :) :)

Cat and Mouse Games

Void Stiles x Werewolf Reader

Summary: Thinking Stiles asked you to hang out excited you. After going on a late night hike, he reveals himself to be Void. He teases and gaslights you into letting him fuck the shit out of you.

Word Count: 2.0k+

TW: Rough Smut, Blood Kink, CNC kink.

Account Ref: @kaionyx

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It was Friday and you could barely keep your eyes open on the bus. Sleep deprived, also mentally exhausted from the academic and social aspects of school. Regardless of your exhaustion, Stiles invited you to hang out tonight, lately he’s been his own little world. Isolating himself and acting quite withdrawn when he did converse with you. That being said, you didn’t want to brush him off. After getting home you jumped in the shower. Welcoming the hot water burning your shoulders and back. Hoping it would loosen the tightness in your muscles. You cut the water off and stepped out of the tub. After wrapping your hair in a towel, you sit down at your vanity. Drawing a deep breath in and letting it out with a sigh, you start doing your make-up. Of course you wanted to impress, up until a couple weeks ago you thought there was something between the two of you. So now that he was showing interest in you again, it was important that you made your feelings clear. Not to mention Stiles was already so familiar with the supernatural. Once you were ready you texted him to come pick you up. Scrambling to gather your things together while waiting. He texted you a simple: here. Normally he would have called but you brushed that off and made your way outside. 

“Hey, what’s up?” you asked, climbing into the passenger seat of his beat up Jeep.

“How are you?” he asked without looking over. 

“I’m pretty good, tired but good. What about you? I feel like we haven’t hung out in forever,” you chuckled, clicking your seatbelt into place.

“Yeah sorry, I just been discovered new things about myself,” he said. 

“Oooo, so mysterious,” you laugh before continuing, “are you okay though, like mentally? Sorry I don’t mean to pry and you don’t have to answer, I just noticed you’ve been kinda withdrawn lately. Even from Scott,” you said, treading very lightly. 

“I appreciated the concern but like I said, I’ve just been in my own head lately. Realizing things about myself that I needed to deal with, you know?” he asked. 

“Well, I’m just glad that you’re doing better than I thought. I totally understand what you mean, when I get in my head a lot, I usually go on a hike and it really helps. You know, like the fresh air and everything,” you said. 

“That’s crazy because I’ve been doing the same lately. Like nightly walks and stuff to clear my head, can I show you a cool trail I found? It’s one of my favorites,” he suggested and you agreed. 

The ride was pretty chill, just making small talk while the radio played quietly in the background. Even though there was nothing that really stuck out, something was off. Stiles was normally very bubbly and bright. Tonight he was anything but that. Extremely still and calm, never looking over at you when speaking. Keeping his eyes steadily on the road. All his laughs and chuckles seemed forced and dry. Not only that but it was just a feeling in your gut. Finally getting to the hiking trail, your suspicions only grew from there. The conversation was just so surface level, commenting on different plants and random shit. Another thing you noticed, was how unaffected he seemed to be by the cold weather. Eventually you stop entertaining the conversation, just walking in slightly uncomfortable silence.

“It’s a really nice trail right?” he asks. 

“Yeah there are a lot of little critters running around, it’s nice to see how lively it is tonight,” you said. 

“Yeah it’s real unfortunate,” he sighed which made your brows furrow. 

“Unfortunate?” you asked. 

“Well of course, all this prey, just going to waste,” he said, your heart began to race. 

“I’m confused, what do you mean by that,” you asked, slowing your pace down. 

“Oh it’s no secret that you’ve been confused this whole time. Do you think you were good at hiding it? It’s obvious that you think something is off about me, have you come to a conclusion as to why?” he asked, voiced laced with condescension. 

Immediately the realization hits you like a truck; he was Void. Your brain starts flooding with worse case scenarios and questions. Involuntarily your eyes begin to glow and claws come out. Unsure of what to do you just stand and watch him. Nothing in his body language indicated to you that he would try to hurt you. At the same time, you knew what Void was capable of. 

“You know Stiles is still in here and I can’t deny the sexual fantasies he has about you are truly a sight to behold. He is a nasty little guy. He likes the fact that you’re stronger than him. He’s never told you this but watching you hunt gives him a rush like no other. Can’t say I don’t agree-” he tried to continue but was interrupted. 

“What’s your point? Honestly, like… seriously are you just gonna ramble till we both drop dead?” you asked

“Egar are we? Well, like I said I would be lying if I didn’t indulge myself in his fantasies. I mean, look how powerful you are, quite literally an apex predator. Teeth sharper than daggers, claws that can shred flesh like it’s paper. Don’t you wanna give in to your natural instincts?” he asked, making such strong eye contact that you were getting uncomfortable. Shifting back and forth, the fight or flight reflex tethering on the edge of uncontrollable. When you didn’t respond, he continued,

“When you first got turned, it took you a couple months until you could control your impulses right? I just wanna see those instincts in person, how do you normally kill your prey?” he asks. 

“I like to play with it before going for the kill, like hobbling it before finishing the job,” you say quietly, fearing the silence would make you appear weak.

“Say it with your chest, why are you so ashamed of your biological instincts?” he asks, tilting his head to the side a bit, “Show me how you hunt, like i’m your prey,” he half demands half asks. 

“You want me to attack you?” your heart was beating out of your chest, “that’s- I’m not doing that, why would you even want that?” you ask, taking a few steps back. 

“I want to feel your internal conflict, the shift from the good girl persona you sell to well and pull out what’s underneath. A whore that gets off on the most shameful activities. You may fool yourself, however I’m not so easily persuaded,” he said approaching you, he was trying to taunt you and it was working. 

Scott had warned you about how dangerous Void was, that he was the definition of toxicity. Now that he was standing here, inviting you to tear him up the way you would a deer. You felt disgusted that you were actually tempted to attack him. It was true, when you hunted you felt powerful. Like there was nothing that could stop your reign of terror on your chosen prey or target. He was now only a foot away from you, eyes were completely black. Jaw was clenched, indicating that he was getting impatient. Your eyes were locked on him, pushing him back which only hummored him. Becoming irritated with the anxiety building up inside, you turn and walk away. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of having a second more of your attention. This infuriated him, an all powerful Nogitsune such as himself was never to be ignored. To be denied a request; seeing you walk away from him only made him watch you unravel you more. 

“You think you can ignore me? The same way you’ve ignored all the urges and needs swarming in your brain on a full moon? I will get what I want out of you, making you act on every sinful desire you have. Even if I have to reach down your throat and rip it out myself!” he roared, stomping towards you while shaking in anger. 

Something in you snapped, the taunting was enough to make you go crazy. All you wanted was for him to shut the fuck up. Jumping on top of him, you use your claws and swipe at his chest. Blood starts seeping through his cotton shirt, taking a look at his face to catch the reaction. To your dismay, he chuckles letting his head fall back. It wasn’t until then that you realized what he meant when saying he wanted to see your internal conflict. This was conflicting; expecting to look up to see him damaged. Normally giving you a satisfied feeling but this was different, normally content in a platonic way. The way his head fell back and the smirk on his face. You couldn’t deny being turned on by how twisted he was. How unaffected he seemed to be by your attacks. Adding another slash across his chest, it felt so good being vicious. For so long you’d bent your instincts to Scott’s mission of keeping the peace in Beacon Hills. Letting your mind be wrapped in a foggy daze while letting your urges run wild was an intoxicating feeling. He pulled his shirt off, hands becoming soaked in blood. He reaches up and takes your face into his hands. Leaving bloody hand prints on your cheeks. Pulling you down so your lips were hovering over one another. You could feel the blood from his chest seep into your shirt. Starting to fall deeper into the kiss, you let your full body weight press onto him. He suddenly flips the two of you over swiftly, now keeping a tight hold on your hair. His hands were sticky with blood, only making for a better grip. 

“Did you really think I'd let you use me to satisfy yourself without a fight?” he asked, holding you down with his body weight. 

Feeling a little too vulnerable, you bite down on his shoulder. Feeling his skin pop as your canines break through. He lets out a loud groan, leaning into the bite which makes your lower stomach burn with pleasure. He pulls your head up slightly by the hair and pulls it back down, indicating he wanted you to let go after a while. You refuse; after realizing he was caught in your jaw, he moves his hands from your hair to your throat. Hair still stuck to his hands, which covered your face as he changed hand placement. At first it seemed like you’d be able to keep this up. Until his grip became tighter and your breathing became strained. Towering over you and focusing most of his weight on your throat. Your vision was becoming blurry and cloudy, you scratched at his shoulders. When this doesn't phase him, you rake your claws down his back. Trying to put in the last of your strength into shredding his back before passing out. 

Void watched as your eyes become glossy, the feeling of your nails in his back making him rock hard. Chuckling as your arms went limp, falling off his back and to the ground. He let go of your throat and turned his attention to your body. He lifted your skirt and pulled your panties to the side. Muttering a couple curses as he uses his fingers to feel how wet you were. Even your thighs were wet and sticky from you leaking desperately for his cock. He uses one hand to rub himself against your entrance and the other hand to start slapping your chest. Watching you bounce as he tried waking you up. Once you started coming to, he began fucking himself into you. Moaning as you started becoming more aware of what was happening. Blood drips from his back and shoulder onto your body. The only thing you were focused on was chasing your orgasm. Rocking your hips into him, trying to get him as deep as possible. Noticing this, his thrusts become rough and fast. His hip bones piercing into your ass painfully. Gripping your hips hard enough to embed his nails into your skin. 

“What kind of whore gets off on this? Are you that desperate for attention?” he taunted as he destroyed your pussy. 

You let your body go limp, enjoying and accepting anything he had to offer. He moved his hands back to your throat. Seeing your face turn red and gasping for air was what sent him over the edge. His climax racking through his body, you came slightly before him. Seeing how your helplessness and pain was enough to make him cum was what made you climax. By the time both of you rode out the highs, you felt completely worn out. Like your body was carrying the weight of a ton, forcing you to stay on the ground. His shoes walking away were the last thing you saw before losing consciousness.

[adoringhaikyuu]

they misinterpret your words during a fight and think you want to break up

characters: aone + kyoutani + oikawa + ushijima + (gn!reader)

request: hii can I request saying 'why am i even trying' in a fight n they take it wrong way, they thought u had enough of them but u just mean it like ' why r u even trying to argue' - kyotani, aone, ushi and oikawa... thank you ✨ • by @chibiiichann​

warnings: a lil angsty

notes: i was not sure how to title this well skfjhg + let’s just say everyone lives together in these

aone:

it wasn’t that he was trying to aggravate you

it’s just that he genuinely didn’t understand why you were upset and he was being dismissive without even realizing it

and that is what pushed you over

you were tired, you wanted to go to bed 

and you clearly weren’t getting anywhere, so you were ready to just drop it and go to sleep, hence why you said

“why am i even trying”

aone blinked a few times as he stared down at you, those five words sending a spike to his gut. you tried to move past him, not noticing the panic in his eyes, when he shot his arm out to stop you.

you looked up at him about to complain when you noticed the intense and glassy look in his eyes. he spoke up, his voice small. “please don’t.”

you sighed, “i just don’t see the point, nobu. i’m going––”

“no.” his voice was slightly louder and shaky. “please.” he stood in front of you and placed his hands on your arms as he looked into your eyes. “please don’t leave me.” 

you tilted your head, “leave y––” you shook your head, “baby, no i’m not–” you walked into his arms and he hugged you immediately, his arms holding you tight. “i’m not leaving you,” you looked up at him to find him already staring at you, holding his tears back. you placed a hand on his cheek and he nuzzled into your palm. “i was just going to bed because this argument wasn’t going anywhere. that’s why i said i don’t see the point.” 

he swallowed harshly and nodded. “oh.” 

you smiled sadly, “well now i can’t be mad at you anymore...” 

his hands squeezed your waist, “for what it’s worth...i’m sorry, y/n.” 

you leaned up for a kiss and he met you halfway. “let’s go to bed, okay?” 

he nodded but made no move to let go of you––so the two of you stood there for a while, just holding each other in silence.  

kyoutani:

you and kyoutani didn’t fight often...to be honest you rarely ever fought

but today...

both of you were really stressed out

you started arguing over something stupid, to be honest you couldn’t even remember what it was

it was just a way for you both to get out your frustrations in the end

but your voices started getting louder and you were getting in each other’s faces

and it became too much for you, it was just stressing you out even more

you needed fresh air

you rolled your eyes and stepped back, trying to shove past him. “you know what? why am i even trying here–”

before you could get far, kyoutani grabbed your arm, not forcefully, but enough to make you stop. you looked up and glared at him, surprised to see another emotion swirling in his eyes––sadness?

“you’re fucking joking right?” he never was good at talking through his emotions. 

you scowled, his tone not helping either of your moods at all. “let me go.”

he scowled right back. “no.” 

“kentaro.”

he raised a brow and stepped closer to you, “oh so we’re on a first name basis now? what, y/n?”

you clenched your jaw and looked him in the eye, taking a deep breath. “please just let me go.” your voice was small, defeated, you just needed space. 

his hand loosened but he didn’t let go completely, seemingly battling with himself in his mind. “no...i can’t. i won’t let you leave me.” 

so that’s why he was upset? 

you frowned up at him. “taro. i’m just going for some fresh air. i’m not leaving you.” 

he let go of you and stood straight, his lips parted. “oh.” he clenched his jaw and looked down, suddenly embarrassed by his reaction. you grabbed his hand and started walking towards the door. “what are you doing?”

you looked back at him, eyes no longer blazing, but instead, warm and loving. “we are going to get some fresh air. together.” 

he looked down, suddenly shy, but kept walking with you. “okay.”

oikawa:

oikawa had a bad day and he was more irritable than usual

tbh he was being kinda rude unintentionally

you were eating dinner across from each other and you were trying to talk about how your days were, not having spoken to each other much due to your busy schedules

but he wasn’t in the mood for talking and was just answering you with hums and giving you one word responses

after a while you got annoyed and honestly felt a little hurt

so you sighed and rolled your eyes, getting up from the table to go refill your water, mumbling to yourself more than anything

“why am i even trying”

it wasn’t until you said that that oikawa looked up from his plate, eyes wide, heart beating loudly in his chest. “wait what––”

you were already in the kitchen by the time he looked up and he urgently got out of his seat, almost knocking down his glass and you turned around at the clatter, surprised to see him basically speed-walking towards you. 

“oh now you pay attention to me?” you went to sip your water when he pulled it out of your hands and set it on the counter, ignoring your “hey!-” in protest. 

his eyes were frantic as he looked at you, “look baby i’m sorry i just i had a really shitty day today but––”

you sighed and looked to the side. “and i get that tooru, but that doesn’t give you the right to be a dick, i mean it feels like we haven’t had time to ourselves this week at all...”

he pouted and took your face into his hands, “i know baby and i’m sorry, i haven’t been trying as much as i could have been. but i promise i’ll do better, okay? i know i don’t deserve it but please tell me you’ll keep trying too?” his eyes were suddenly filled with tears and you looked at him in shock.

“hey–what’s wrong?” 

he pressed his forehead against yours and let out a shaky breath. “i just don’t want you to leave me––please don’t. i don’t know what i’d do without you––”

you pulled away as much as he’d let you to look into his eyes. “woah baby what––i’m not leaving you? sure i was frustrated, but i wasn’t going to break up with you.” 

his eyes widened, “really?”

you nodded. “really, tooru i promise.” just from the vulnerable look in his eyes you felt like you could cry as well. you kissed his cheek, “i’m not going anywhere.” 

he sighed, relieved and pulled you into a hug, mumbling his next words into your shoulder. “i love you.”

ushijima:

ushi could be really blunt and straightforward 

and sometimes had a tendency to brush things off, not understanding the big deal

today you were trying to get him understand something that happened at work, someone pissed you off and it really put you in a bad mood for the whole day

and ushi was always there to talk through things with you at night when you got home

but today, he really couldn’t see why you were upset––or rather, why you let it affect you so much, he didn’t see the point

and it felt like he wasn’t listening to you

(granted, you were a little strung up already)

you didn’t want to deal with people anymore so you brushed past him and went to take a shower, grumbling “why am i even trying”

as soon as you uttered those words, ushijima paused, unsure what to even think. you didn’t mean the relationship did you? surely, he thought about how you’d had a bad day, how you were frustrated and maybe you were just saying that in regards to your frustrations...but part of him wasn’t sure. you seemed rather annoyed during the conversation much to his disliking.

unfortunately, he wasn’t able to ask you about it because as soon as he turned around, you were already locked in the bathroom. he sat anxiously at the edge of the bed, his elbows on his knees, hands clasped as he waited for you. you were taking your sweet time, no doubt relaxing and decompressing, which he understood, but it was only furthering his worry about the situation. 

it was a good while later that you’d finally gotten out of the shower, steam exiting the bathroom as you opened the door. you hadn’t even noticed ushijima sitting across from you as you got out, still focused on your thoughts, trying to calm down. 

you put your night shirt on along with some sweats, which was immediately a bad sign to him, you almost always slept in one of his shirts, and he loved that about you. 

only when you got on the bed did he speak up, clearly tense as he got your attention. “love...”

you turned and he swallowed thickly, suddenly nervous. “when you said...” he paused, looking down at his hands before looking into your eyes, clenching his jaw almost in pain. “are you giving up on us?” 

you frowned immediately, “what?”

“you...you said ‘why am i even trying’ and stormed off...did i do something? are you not happy?” 

your mouth dropped open in shock, the frustration coursing through your body now replaced with disbelief and sadness. you moved closer to him and put one hand on his cheek, the other other on his shoulder as you looked into his eyes. “what? baby no, i was just annoyed and our conversation wasn’t really helping but it wasn’t your fault! i just needed some time to think to myself, i’m sorry. this whole time you thought i wanted to end things?” 

he nodded once and your frown deepened. “baby i would never,” you paused and pulled him close for a sweet kiss. 

his hands came up to hold your waist and you melted into him, the kiss clearly soothing his worries. the look of relief and love in his eyes was clear as day when you pulled away to catch his eye. 

“i promise i am happiest with you. i’m not going anywhere, unless you were planning on leaving any time s––”

his hands gripped your waist tighter, a fierce look appearing in his eyes. “no. you’re it for me.” 

you smiled, feeling something burst in your chest and gave him another kiss. “i love you.” 

his hands made their way under your shirt and you hummed, pulling away to stop him. “baby i’m kinda tired today.”

he shook his head, a light blush on his cheeks . “i know. i just prefer when you wear my shirts.” 

you smiled and moved your hands away, “oh, okay. then go ahead.”

he smiled back, “thank you.”  

[mooniefics]

— first impressions

pairing : zeke jaeger / fem reader / reiner braun

word count : 7.5k

tags : sorta fluff (i can’t help myself i love reiner), eventual smut, threesome (f/m/m), situational humiliation, one night stand, spitroasting, drunk + unsafe sex

warnings : nsfw, mild sexual coercion

summary : a chance meeting between you and reiner leaves you enjoying an evening with the warriors upon their much anticipated return from the war. but doing your new friends a favor leads to a night you'll never forget.

— originally posted 12 / 22 / 20 on ao3 —

"reiner! is that really you?!"

you stood quickly from your place at the booth, unable to stop yourself from scrambling up to the small group of soldiers, who were all looking down at you with a mixture of confusion and amusment.

"you didn't tell us you had a girlfriend back home, braun." the dark-haired woman to his right teased, earning a crossed frown from your friend.

"not my girlfriend." he muttered, ignoring their chuckles as he turned his attention back to you, "i haven't changed that much in a few months, have i?"

you sighed, a relieved grin breaking out across your face as he opened his arms to you, gratefully accepting his invitation and squeezing him tight, face pressing into his shoulder. the scent of gunpowder that usually clung to him in his uniform was absent on his civilian clothes, replaced instead with the pleasant smell of fresh linen. "a few months? felt more like a whole year to me."

you stayed cognizant of the people behind him, now exchanging curious glances at the sight of their comrade's affection, the woman who'd initially teased him whispering something to the stern looking man by her side that made his expression crack into a small grin. he pulled away from you after a moment, a soft smile warming his usually sullen features, which dampened at a hand being placed on his shoulder.

"would you care to introduce us, reiner?" a low voice asked, the speaker stepping to reiner's side to get a good look at you.

you instantly recognized the man, face flushing with embarrassment as you scrambled to find your words. "c-captain jaeger! i apologize for interrupting your evening, p-please forgive-"

"nonsense." he said, holding out his hand for you to shake, "and no need for the formalities, feel free to call me zeke."

you clasped your hands gratefully around his, shaking vibrantly much to his amusement. you exchanged names with the remaining three, the tired looking but jovial woman, pieck, insisting that you join them on their night out. seeing as you had already planned to be at the old bar for the rest of the night by yourself, you had no qualms with inviting them all to fill the remaining seats of the booth you'd been occupying before they entered.

"pock here isn't much of a talker," she said after everyone got themselves situated, poking the cheek of the man she'd been whispering to earlier, "he's a little shy, but don't hold it against him."

"i thought i told you not to call me that.." he grumbled in reply, smacking away her hand and earning a small round of laughter from everyone at the table. the freshest face among them, colt, flagged down the barmaiden that was milling about the tavern floor, ordering a beer for everyone at the table with a kind smile.

"this'll be the only one for me tonight." you told him across the table after the woman had sauntered away, "i kinda didn't budget to be drinking more than one beer tonight anyways.."

"don't worry about it." you turned at reiner's voice beside you, gaze flitting down to see him thumbing through the bills in his wallet, "i'll pay for you tonight. my treat."

"nice to see that you know how to treat a lady." zeke quipped with a grin from his place on your left, earning another unreadable frown from reiner, but you could see the flush creeping up on his cheeks as a result of the implication.

before he could dismiss his friend, the barmaiden had returned, toting six mugs filled to the brim with beer on her serving platter. everyone murmured their thanks as she passed them around the table, her eyes lingered on colt before she slipped away to attend to another awaiting party.

"look at you, colt! haven't even been here for thirty minutes and you've already got the ladies swooning." pieck drawled, taking a long sip from her mug with a smile on her lips as she watched the young man stammer out an excuse.

you couldn't help but laugh along at the display, taking a generous drink of your own as you watched the conversation pick up around you. pieck seemed to be more than comfortable with everyone at the table, fueling the majority of the discussion with her playful words. porco, as she'd said, didn't seem to be much of a talker, but nodded along to what the others said, contributing a brief input when he saw fit and staying silent for the rest of the time. colt wasn't naive, but he was easy to tease, the perfect target for little jabs here and there from around the table that drew irritated, flustered protests from him and made everyone laugh.

the dynamic that had intrigued you the most was that between zeke and reiner. they didn't speak directly to the other often, mostly relaying remarks through their responses to the others, but when they did, there seemed to be an odd sort of tension between them. not exactly rivals, but not exactly friends either. they were on the same team, but there was a clear disconnect between them despite that. you felt every slight shift that reiner made when zeke addressed him, debating on whether you should request to move from your place between them for your sake or stay as a buffer for reiner's.

everyone was on their third glass—the only exception being reiner, who was nearly through his fourth—definitely loosened up though not quite drunk yet, but before you could put much thought into how you'd go about doing that, porco spoke to you for the first time. "so, how do you even know reiner?"

"oh! i'd also like to know too!" pieck piped up between sips, downing the rest of her mug in one go and resting her chin in her hands. everyone's attention had turned to you in an instant, intently waiting for your response, making your posture stiffen as you twisted your hands in your lap.

"well, it was a few years ago, when the war with the mid-east had just started ramping up." you began, tensing up the slightest bit when you felt your hand brush reiner's under the table, "i was working at the produce shop down on kaiser lane, and one day reiner came by with his mother on one of her grocery visits, she had always spoken to me about him when i was counting up her total. i asked her if this was son she was always talking about, and she said yes and introduced us. reiner looked tired," pieck giggled at that. "so i tried to hurry it up a little for his sake, and then she paid and they both went on their way. later that day i came here, and i saw him sitting alone at the counter, so i decided to sit down next to him and see if he could put up with my insufferable small talk for a little while. we ended up talking all night, and we've been great friends since then."

"well, isn't that the sweetest thing," pieck smiled warmly at you from across the table, balancing her head on one hand so could pensively drum her fingers across the wood, "if i didn't know any better, i'd say you two made a lovely couple!"

"pieck, would you stop bothering reiner." porco chided, waving a hand at your friend, "just look at him, he looks like he's one more girlfriend comment away from popping a blood vessel."

reiner grumbled out a low 'fuck you', gulping down the rest of his beer and flagging down the barmaiden as the rest of the warriors shared a hearty laugh at his expense. you yourself were similarly blushing at their constant assertions of something more between the two of you. it's not as if you hadn't mulled the idea over in your head many times before on all the previous outings you'd been on together, and the few times the two of you had gotten drunk enough to fool around a bit before one of you came to your senses and excused yourself for the night.

there were some days where you were glad you kept a modest distance between yourselves, and there were others where you wanted to do nothing more than throw all caution to the window and just enjoy one irresponsible night of doing whatever came to mind, no doubts or worries or responsibilities to get in the way, politics and the war be damned. you started to shake away those unnecessary thoughts, but zeke did a much better job of distracting you when his arm fell around your shoulders, giving you a friendly squeeze as he spoke.

"i see that even in good company, my colleagues' manners still aren't up to par," he said, directing his words at you but talking loud enough for anyone to hear, "allow me to apologize on their behalf."

"oh hush, zeke, you're the worst out of all of us!" pieck argued through her laughter, playfully kicking his shin under the table, "you're only playing nice because she's here."

her words didn't draw his attention away from your face, gleaming grey eyes intently drinking in the emotions passing over your flushed features. you laughed nervously, turning away to face the rest of the table, sneaking a glance at reiner as the barmaiden swept by to clean up the empty glasses and replace them with filled mugs. he had an irritated frown drawn across his lips, worry lines creasing his face as he gulped down half of his mug in seconds.

"look's like you're finally not the one overdoing it, huh colt?" you heard pieck whisper into the young man's ear, snickering at him when he turned away from her and huffed.

just glancing around at them all made you forget that everyone of them were living on borrowed time, that in less than a month they would most likely be shipped out on their next assignment to defend marley against any one of the neighboring nations that were just waiting to pounce at the slightest slip up. aside from reiner, they all seemed to be forgetting that fact as well in favor of just enjoying this night while it was still young.

another banter-filled hour passed, your table not noticing how the bar had been steadily emptying as closing time drew near. zeke had kept his grasp around you for the entire time, much to reiner's dismay, which was evident on his face each time you tried to coax him back into the conversation, always faltering each time zeke peered over you to repeat your question to him with a thinly veiled haughtiness. reiner had gone through more beer than anyone at the table, his flushed face and low-lidded gaze along with his slurring words letting you know just how drunk he'd really become. but aside from his borderline unpleasant exchanges with your friend, zeke was incredibly charismatic, almost overbearingly so, your own intoxication making it easy for you give in to his infectious energy and laugh along with him and everyone else at the table.

sure, you were worried about reiner, but he knew that you would always be friends at the end of the day, and you had to make a good impression on these newly introduced people who were so kind as to invite you in on one of their rare leisurely getaways from the military barracks. so you let yourself lean into zeke's side, relishing in the warmth that you'd been craving for so long—a warmth that the alcohol only made you want more and more—the break in your routine that you'd been searching for in an evening alone turning into a night that you were sure you wouldn't forget for a long time. they didn't even seem to care that you weren't an honorary marleyan, or even that you were a lowly blue-collar worker that made a measly sum at her meaningless job on a forgettable street corner.

but alas, the blissfully ignorant fun of the table's atmosphere was dampened by the arrival of the barmaiden with your table's tab, setting it down in front of colt with a coy smile as she gathered up the rest of your empty glasses and disappeared into the back of the tavern.

"aw colt, you never made your move!" pieck chided, giggling as she dug into the pocket of her skirt to reach for her wallet just as everyone else around the table was doing.

"reiner.. are you okay?" you gently nudged his arm, looking over with concern at the sight of him. his elbow was propped on the table, forehead resting in the heel of his palm as he stared down at his lap, mouth drawn into a slight frown.

"shit, he's loaded." porco commented snarkily.

"we can't let magath see him like this!" colt said nervously, looking around at his colleagues, waiting for one of them to come up with a plan to deal with this new issue.

you glanced from colt to reiner, then up at zeke, turning back to everyone as you made an offer. "well.. i have a guest room at my house, he could stay there for the night if it makes things any easier for you all."

"oh, you're an angel!" pieck sighed, reaching across the table and clasping your hands in hers, "and if the commander asks, i could say that he decided to stay with his family!!"

"sharp as always, pieck." zeke chimed from beside you, "though, i don't think it'd be fair to make her watch him all by herself, so i think it'd be best if i help her out with him for the evening, just to be sure he doesn't cause her any trouble."

he met eyes with pieck, and for a moment you thought you saw the briefest flash of realization cross her features, the slightest smirk perking up at her lips before her face relaxed back into its natural smile and she nodded at him. "great idea." she said, tugging at porco and colt's sleeves, "i'll deal with these two, and i'll tell the commander that you had a change of heart as well. reiner, hand me your wallet if you can't count the bills."

"i've got it." he grunted, fumbling with his wallet for a few moments before slamming a fistful of bills down in front of her.

"thank you very much!" she sang happily, getting all the money in order and putting her own small tip for the barmaiden before she slapped colt's arm a few times, prompting him to start scooting out of the booth.

zeke finally retracted his arm to begin leaving the booth, standing out on the floor and offering his hand out to you. you flushed, taking it and allowing him to help you to your feet. everyone got themselves situated, stepping out of the bar and saying their goodbyes, pieck, colt, and porco turning to make their way back to the barracks, zeke slinging reiner's arm over his shoulder and following you along as you gave directions on how to get to your home.

there wasn't many words exchanged between the three of you on your short walk, only having some small talk with zeke between the bouts of comfortable silence hanging around you in the warm night air. you arrived home within minutes, wrestling the key into the old lock and holding open the door for zeke to help reiner in.

"i can walk myself, jaeger." he muttered while kicking his shoes off, earning a low chuckle from the older man.

"then why aren't you doing it right now?"

he didn't get a response as you directed them to your bedroom, hoping to settle him down as soon as you could in the hopes of him being able to get enough rest to sleep off the worst parts of his hangover. while zeke assisted him, you scampered over to the guest bedroom to get it ready for your other, less intoxicated guest. but as you opened the door to the bedroom, you were mortified at the sight of your mess upon looking into the room. in the moment of wanting to do something nice for your friends, you'd completely forget about how you'd basically turned your spare room into more of a storage closet.

looking around to try and think about where to get started, hopefully make it look like you didn't completely neglect this room for the past few months before zeke finished putting his friend to bed, you felt a hand on your shoulder, stiffening in surprise as you slowly turned to look at him.

"i-i'm really sorry, i totally wasn't expecting guests tonight, and i promise i've been meaning to move everything to the basement-"

"don't worry about it, really." he stopped you before you could continue to profusely apologize, offering you another one of those warm smiles that made your knees feel weak, "let me help you, it's the least i could do after you opened your home to a couple of irresponsible soldiers." to your surprise, he brushed past you, picking up one of the many boxes that had accumulated on the bed and floor over the months. "you said you had a basement, right? would you mind showing me where it is exactly?"

unable to find your words, you pointed halfheartedly to the door at the end of the hall, watching him carry one of the few boxes that had left you panting by the time you'd transported them across the house with ease, not even having to set it down to open the door and begin descending the steps. his quick return up the steps finally spurred you into action, hauling another box into your arms and repeating his path of depositing it down in your basement and returning to your room to grab another, making sure to take it slow on your way down the steps from how heavy the alcohol made your limbs feel.

within a few minutes, you both had everything squared away. you let yourself take a seat on the now empty bed, breathing out a sigh of relief and wiping the sweat that had begun to bead around your forehead with the back of your hand, watching as he settled down next to you. "sheesh, you made all that heavy lifting look so easy! and thank you again, for doing such a generous favor for me."

"there's no need to thank me." he replied earnestly, a hand settling on your thigh, making you suppress a small flinch, "you have a lovely home, do you really live all on your own?"

you tried to laugh off the warmth of his hand on your skin through your long skirt. "y-yeah, it's just been me for a while. sometimes friends come over for the night, but for the most part, it's just me."

zeke hummed pensively, grey eyes shining with something dangerous as he gazed down at you. "makes sense that someone such as yourself hasn't found anybody qualified enough to settle down with," he grinned at your flustered expression, openly appreciating the way your eyes widened and you breathed out a soft, indecisive 'thank you', "though, i was so sure that you and reiner had something between you.."

"n-no! it's not like that." the words spilled out of your mouth before you could even think about them, the desire to answer him overriding any clear thought that might cut through your intoxicated embarrassment, "i'm sure s-soldiers such as him and yourself don't really have time to play around with people l-like me."

you mentally slapped yourself for coming to such a conclusion, let alone allowing it to actually exit your brain and be heard by the most esteemed guest you'd probably ever have the honor of hosting.

"oh?" he peered curiously at you, thumb rubbing a slow stroke over your leg, face seeming much closer than it was a few blinks ago, "and what exactly is that supposed to mean?" you knew just how intentional his word choice was, practically setting up a verbal trap for you to fall into, but how could you not take the bait when it was marley's strongest warrior dangling it before you?

"i-i-i'm sorry, s-sir— zeke!"

you scrambled to correct yourself, looking any place except his face and wanting to do nothing more than hide away somewhere where neither him nor reiner could find you to sober yourself up before you could humiliate yourself any further. but you felt the desperation that was now gripping your pounding heart start to squeeze like a vice around it when a rough hand found your chin, gently turning your head to face him again.

"again with the apologies.. what am i going to do with you?"

your bottom lip quivered, more frantic sorries threatening to spill out, but stopped by the lack of air that you were able to take in from his proximity. you hadn't even realized you were holding your breath until you felt a tight ache seize your chest, exhaling an alarmed breath as you stared up into the glinting grey irises studying your face, mirroring their actions at the tavern but containing all of the hunger he'd been hiding in front of his comrades. the hand of your thigh slid up your leg just an inch, zeke breathing out a chuckle at the feeling of you tensing under his touch.

"if you must know," his face was so close that you could even see the pale freckles dotting across his sharp cheekbones and the bridge of his nose, the shadowed contour of his face looking even deeper in the dim light of the guest room, parted lips exhaling a warm breath that fanned across your face, the scent of alcohol still evident as he slowly spoke, "a soldier such as myself can make plenty of time to play around with someone like you."

you couldn't barely contain your awe, drawing in another shaky, shallow breath at the feeling of his lips brushing across your own, just daring you to indulge in his offer. you could barely form a cohesive thought before your brain forced a new topic into your conscious, confusion and shock and abrupt desire drowning out all the rationality that you were so desperately grasping for in this moment.

you'd just met this man tonight, it didn't matter that you'd known of his grand legacy even from when you were a young girl or felt like you'd gotten to know him quite a bit in that short amount of time, you'd only shaken his hand and drank with him and sat face-to-face with him for the first time just a few hours ago. not to mention how the person you were truly familiar with, the one who wasn't nearly a decade your senior, the one you had really been yearning for was just down the hall in your bed, only two shut doors and a few thin walls away from this spectacle. but, zeke was right in front of you, and he was offering out an opportunity that was impossible to refuse—an offer that you really, really didn't want to refuse.

so you didn't. you gave in to the sinful temptation of his warmth, his skin, his soft touches with calloused, work-roughened hands, the knowledge that this kiss was only just the beginning of something unforgettable.

in contrast to his hands, his lips were soft, ridiculously soft as they pressed over yours, the fingers at your chin unfurling to cup the length of your jaw. you leaned into his touch, earning a pleased grunt from him when your trembling hand found his hair, slowly carding through it as you focused on maintaining the easy rhythm of his kiss. you stifled a small sound when the hand on your leg smoothed up to your inner thigh, not pressing any further, just gently stroking and giving the occasional squeeze to the pliant flesh through your skirt.

you could feel the light flutter in your chest heavy and knot into something familiar, twisting deep in your stomach as he sucked at your bottom lip, nipping at it before his attention wandered across your cheek, the hand at your jaw tilting your head up to expose more of your neck to his eager mouth. faint kisses gave way to teasing bites and licks, drawing a soft whimper as he sucked with the intent to bruise where your shoulder met your neck. he seemed to appreciate the way your grasp in his hair tightened, the hand on your thigh traveling across your waist to find the knotted string holding up your skirt.

the progression of his actions felt natural, but almost too fast at the same time, your hand giving an apprehensive tug to his hair when you felt the waistline of your skirt go slack with the undoing of its lacing. he groaned lowly at the sensation, spurring you to do it again when his teeth grazed over the forming redness just right. you could feel the haze of arousal fogged your mind already, all rationale dissipating under the influence of the alcohol and the hands that were now roaming your body, searching for a moment for the top button of your shirt before they began to messily undo those as well. each brush of his fingers across your bare skin sent goosebumps across the expanse of your chest, making quick work of your blouse as he pushed it over your shoulders, guiding your arms out of the sleeves before tossing it aside in favor of working on the clasp of your bra, never pulling away from his place at your neck for more than a moment before returning the bruising attention of his mouth back over the flushed skin.

you breathed out a weak whimper at the feeling of his thumb and forefinger taking one of your nipples between them, bra forgotten somewhere on the floor with your shirt, baring the entirety of your naked torso to him. he could feel how you squirmed when another hand smoothed down your stomach, slipping beneath your skirt's waistline and settling just between your legs, only a sheer barrier provided by your thin underwear, the arousal threatening to soak through the fabric leaving it clinging to every fold. he hummed appreciatively at the welcome surprise, drawing more stifled sounds out of you when his fingers slowly stroked over your clothed cunt.

"all this just for me?" he murmured lowly in your ear, thumb pressing down on your clit, rubbing slow circles over the sensitive nub.

his touch was electrifying, almost overwhelmingly good as you arched into it, the hand at your breast now groping at the supple flesh, palm offering a much-needed friction over your nipple. you finally registered his teasing question, barely managing a disoriented 'mhm' and a small nod, unable to think of anything else besides your heartbeat pounding loud enough that you though he might be able to hear, and the fingers prodded at you and teasing your body as they pleased.

your half-lidded gaze drifted to the door, blinking away the fogginess when you realized it wasn't actually properly shut. you opened your mouth to try and murmur out your observation, but the words in your head spilled out as an incoherent moan, feeling his mouth detach from your bruised neck before he urged you down onto the mattress. but the sight of him standing above you, tugging off his shirt and revealing the impressively toned physique of his stomach and chest, made you forget the ajar door behind him entirely. your hands moved without a second thought, pushing your skirt and underwear down your legs as far as you could, kicking them the rest of the way off as he began to unbuckle his belt.

you couldn't help the way your eyes widened when he shoved down his pants and underwear in one go, unable to choose between focusing your gaze on the smug smirk drawing across his lips or his achingly hard cock, already looking like more than you could handle even at a distance. he plucked his glasses off his face, setting them on the bedside table before he moved over you in bed, your hands tugging him down into a kiss and earning a low chuckle against your lips.

"eager little thing, aren't you?" he only pulled away for a moment to speak, knuckles dragging down the swell of your breast and curving down your waist. your legs spread in anticipation, back arching off the bed when his fingers finally trailed down between your thighs to smooth a finger down your pussy. "and so, so wet."

you squeaked at the intrusion of two thick fingers pumping into you, sliding in easily with a soft, wet sound. the rhythm of your lips faltered, whimpering as his tongue slid between your teeth, tangling with yours, mouth greedily swallowing every desperate sound you made for him. you were grateful for how he was muffling you, just barely remembering that there was another presence in your house besides you and zeke that you had to worry about, heat sparking up your spine at the feeling of his fingers curling just right inside you.

the thought of reiner finding you in here with the captain of his squad, so pathetically obedient and practically dripping from just his fingers, was horrifying and unnervingly thrilling all at once. would he be angry with you? why would he be? what did he even consider you as?

you couldn't dwell on that thought for too long, hips bucking and toes curling when his thumb rubbed firm circles over your clit, wordlessly begging for more. he seemed to be just as impatient as you were in the face of your desperation, pulling away from your lips and removing his touch from between your legs, rolling himself onto his back and tugging you on top of him in one swift motion. you flush even deeper as you watched him drink in the sight of your naked figure, large hands finding your hips, pupils blown wide enough to nearly swallow up the silvery grey of his irises as he eased you down so his cock was just at your aching cunt, offering a sliver of mercy by allowing you to seat yourself onto him as fast or slow as you'd like.

just the first few inches had you whimpering, hands settling on his chest to steady yourself, teeth worrying the skin of your bottom lip, trying to contain the borderline humiliating sounds that were making him grin so smugly up at you. you could feel tears pricking your eyes by the time you finally sank all the way down, deep, shaky breaths giving away your lack of composure even more so than the way the thighs on either side of him tremble, or the nails now digging into the toned muscles of his shoulders. he gave you just a moment of respite, letting you get used to the feeling of something so big before his grip on your hips fastened, fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he began to guide you up and down on his cock.

the low groan your motion earned from him was enough to make your already pounding heart race even faster, heat echoing through you in a way that made it impossible to silence the heated whines that were spilling out of you. the bed squeaked in protest beneath you, but you could care less as you quickened the pace he'd started you at all on your own, admiring the flush that had darkened over his handsome features and the parted lips breathing out low curses and appraising groans.

his eyes fell shut, head falling back before he forced it back up, gaze wandering across your face, then your body, then flitting elsewhere for the briefest moment before they returned to you, hips now thrusting up with even more vigor to meet your own. you moaned openly, struggling out a meaningless string of pleas, the ache beginning to burn in your legs drowned out when he reached out to rub tight, fast circles around your clit. he was grinning now, licking his lips before he spoke in a knowing slur, "you're gonna cum soon, aren't you?"

"yes, f-fuck yes..!" it took you a moment to find your words, embarrassed by how fast he'd managed to work you up to this point but unable to be dishonest in your current position.

his motions didn't falter in the slightest, only seeming to grow more and more urgent as you quivered and whined, bouncing yourself up and down on his cock like it was the last time you'll ever get the chance to do it. and while that's likely the case, you don't care to think about it, too wrapped up in the way you could feel that pressure that had been welling in your stomach finally reach a breaking point, stammered curses devolving into breathless cries as you came hard around him.

you could feel the movement of his hips slow significantly, still rocking up into you to let you ride out your high but not nearly enough for him to push himself over the edge along with you. but you're grateful for his mercy, knowing that if he'd continued at the pace he was going you probably wouldn't be able to walk the next morning. so you took it as a testament to his goodwill, falling forward onto his chest in a whimpering heap, trying to steady your breathing and calm your heart rate, remaining seated on his still hard cock.

you felt a strong arm wrap around your waist, the other resting across your shoulder so he could settle his hand on the back of your head, fingers working their way into your hair and gently carding through it. the attention was comforting, unexpected but definitely comforting as you pressed your face into the crook of his neck, still too hazy off of your post-orgasm bliss to have any shame about wanting to be close to his warmth. you didn't think about whether he was expecting you to get him off at some point, or if he was just content letting you rest on top of him like this, but you soon found that he had a much different answer—or rather, a question—that didn't at all take you into consideration.

"so, reiner, are you just going to stand there and watch all night?"

there was confusion for a brief moment, then a horrifying realization that made an ice-cold fear prick under your spine, blood draining from your face as you felt the fine hairs on the back of your neck raise, completely frozen at the knowledge that the worst of the night you had imagined had come true. zeke's hand didn't stop its slow petting across your head, arm fastening around your body, seemingly in preparation for you to start squirming or fighting to get away. but you couldn't move an inch, not even enough to turn your head and risk a glance at your friend who was apparently right at the door.

"well?" his voice rumbled low in his chest once more, dripping with arrogance, entirely absent of any shame, just tempting him to step past the unseen boundary that had kept him there for however long he'd been watching, "i know, i know, you haven't your fair share all night. it's just so, sohard to let go once you finally get your hands on her. you should know all about that feeling, right?"

"fuck you."

you felt a warm curl in your stomach at the sound of his voice, breathing short and fast as your heart skipped anxiously, but mentally almost enjoying the fact that he was feeling something for you, even if it was some sort of possessive envy. the sound of his heavy, uneven footsteps making their way towards the bed.

he clearly still sounded drunk—who wouldn't be after so many beers in one sitting—and that was probably why he didn't hesitate at all to start tugging his clothes off, the ruffle of fabric and clinking metal of a belt being unbuckled finally snapping out of your compliant state, shaky arms trying to push yourself in bed. zeke allowed you to sit up, hands dropping to your thighs as your foggy gaze wandered from his face over to reiner at the bedside, heartbeat nearly drowning out the other sounds in the room as it drummed loudly in your ears.

"you don't mind, do you?" zeke called your attention back to him, gently stroking up and down your thigh just as he had been when you'd first accepted his offer.

your mouth had gone dry, leaving you struggling to get enough saliva back for your tongue not to stick to the roof of your mouth, feeling the heat of arousal flickering back to life when his cock twitched inside of you. did you mind? well you definitely minded the humiliation, the anxiety taut within your chest that made each breath an effort, the fact that you had no idea what was going on or would happen next. but did you mind enough to force yourself off of him, to struggle to collect your clothes from the ground and stagger out of the room with shaky legs that you weren't sure were capable of doing even that right now? did you really want this?

but it seemed that the choice had already been made in both of their minds, your answer—or lack thereof— speaking for your choice in the matter as zeke's hands lifted you up off of his lap, enough for him to slip out from under you. the sudden emptiness after being so full made you whimper, falling back down onto your calves in the middle of the bed and staring down at zeke's cock, slick with your arousal and still aching to be tended to.

the sinking weight of reiner clambering onto the bed behind you made you exhale a shaky breath, still in disbelief as his hand settled on your cheek, turning your head to face over his shoulder to press his lips onto yours. his kiss was messy but familiar, his low moan making you shiver alongside the feeling of zeke's stare wandering across the display before him. your exchange didn't last long before he pulled away, gazing at you with an unreadable look in his golden eyes for a moment, hand moving to the back of your head to push you down onto your hands and knees.

you obediently complied, met with the sight of zeke's cock once more, peering up to meet his gaze, features showing a mixture of eager expectancy and relaxed pride, just knowing that you were willing to do whatever he asked of you. and he relished in the changes your expressions went through in the next few seconds, the way your eyes widened when reiner's hands grasped your soft hips, how you swallowed thickly to try and get enough saliva down your tongue to get your mouth ready, and finally your mouth falling open and face twisting when reiner eased himself entirely into you in one solid thrust, finding little resistance from how soaked you were. you whimpered out a shaky curse, fists bunching up the sheets under you as he picked up a steady rhythm from behind you, zeke's fingers tangling into your hair and guiding onto your parted lips onto his awaiting cock.

he groaned out at the wet heat of your mouth engulfing him, tongue laving up over the underside of his length as you did your best to take as much of him in as possible without gagging. you wanted to be ashamed of how much you were enjoying the feeling of being entirely overwhelming, fuller than you'd ever felt in your entire life, but you'd be lying to yourself if you said that you'd made a mistake by giving in to the lustful temptations. you could feel your eyes water as zeke hit the back of your throat, your teary gaze and muffled moans against him only seeming to enthrall him further. reiner's hands felt up your waist, one reaching down your front to pinch and roll a nipple between his fingers, driving more stifled sounds and shaky breaths through your nose out of you.

you felt yourself squeezing around his cock, earning yourself a few low, muttered curses as he began to pound even faster into you, evidently approaching his limit just as fast as you are. the hand in your hair was guiding you up and down on the cock in your mouth, the tip of your nose just brushing zeke's stomach each time you surged forward with the momentum of the thrusts from behind you. it was all far too much in the best way possible, vision going hazy at the edges from the lack of proper air you could get into your lungs, insides aching from overusing alongside the tight knotting deep in your gut that was threatening to send you over the edge.

it was zeke that came first, heat pooling over your tongue and spilling down your throat, nearly too much for you to swallow as you tried not to choke. but he kept himself in your mouth and his hand firmly grasping your hair, if not to feel the hum of your desperate whines across your skin then to admire your pathetic expression, half-lidded eyes barely able to hold themselves open enough to stare back at him as you came hard for the second time that night. you could hear reiner give a generous groan of your name, thrusting as deep as he could go just a few times more, having enough sense to not cum inside you, pulling out and making a sticky mess of your trembling thighs.

only after you'd blinked away the glossiness in your eyes did zeke pull himself out of your mouth with a wet pop, holding your head up to appreciate the way your mouth still hung open to gasp in much needed gulps of air, tears and saliva dripping down your chin, halfhearted whimpers still escaping you as you trembled.

"you have good taste, reiner." zeke said, releasing your hair and letting you rest your cheek down against the mattress under you, grabbing his glasses off the side table and putting them back onto his face.

you watched as he stepped off the bed, picking out his clothes from the messy array of garments strewn about on the floor and tugging them on. he fished a handkerchief out of the the pocket of his pants, tossing it at reiner's side and glancing over your body, offering you a lazy smile when he caught your gaze.

"clean her up," he instructed, reaching out to give one last soft touch down your back, "and don't give her anymore trouble, alright? i expect to see you bright and early tomorrow."

you assumed that reiner nodded, since zeke turned without another word and exited the bedroom, making sure to shut the door behind him. for a moment, there was uneasy silence, only occupied by your breaths and the faint sound of zeke pulling on his boots somewhere in the living room and leaving out the front door. you gave a low hiss at the feeling of the fabric smoothing down the backs of your thighs, skin far too sensitive for your liking and legs aching uncomfortably.

you lifted your head up enough to wipe your chin with the back of your hand, eyes and limbs heavy with the desire to sleep. there were no words exchanged as he helped you move to lay down on your back, his face just as tired as he'd looked at the bar, but there was something else weighing down his expression as you took his face in your hands, staring up at him with a soft look of concern.

and though he still said nothing, he kissed you, so much gentler than he'd ever kissed you, with a tenderness that made you want savor this brief moment for as long as you could. but he eventually pulled away, and the brief worry that he might leave just as his captain had minutes before, but he rested down beside you with a low sigh. he didn't protest when you curled into the warmth of his body, head finding a comfortable place on his chest, not even bothering to try and venture out onto the floor to turn off the lamp before you settled down and let your eyes fall shut.

it was easy to fall asleep after he wrapped his arms around you, firm chest rising and falling with steady breaths, heart slow in your ear. you didn't think about the fact that you'd probably wake up alone in the morning, or that walking properly would be a monumental task on its own without even considering going to work to stay on your feet for the entire day—just appreciated this night while he couldn't slip away from you like all the other times before.

[echo-of-sounds]

exploratory birthday

-Gang Orca xf!reader-

Headcanons and a smut drabble for Kugo’s birthday! And look how his little nose wiggles like a bunny’s! It’s so cute!

As with most things in a relationship, celebrating his birthday with a partner is new to him. Kugo’s celebrated it before, but there’s a different feel when you’re with your friends, relaxing and laughing with one another. And when you’re beside your partner, it’s intimate, softly praising their life, cherishing their mere presence.

He isn’t completely opposed to a birthday party. Keep it small with his closest friends and he’ll enjoy it. If they’re too many people and too many things going on, he’ll get a little overwhelmed.

To really amaze him, book a hotel room someplace far away for an entire week. Kugo works enough that he’s able to get decent chunks of time off. Use it to your advantage and spend that time together, cuddling, caressing, and kissing in a bed overlooking the sun setting into the ocean, drinking wine, and listening to gentle music.

For a nice afternoon together, lounging on the beach is the best option. The water may be too cold for a swim, but Kugo still appreciates the sounds and smells. And he might go swimming despite the freezing water. His body can tolerate it. Don’t worry, he won’t drag you in.

Museums, zoos, and aquariums are also a good option. He enjoys learning, especially if it’s about something you’re interested in. Love rocks and gems? Take him through the geology exhibit at a museum and explain everything. He’ll listen to every single word with a huge, loving smile.

He doesn’t know how to properly answer the question: ‘What do you want?’ He’ll stare and say something like socks, unable to think of anything else. He doesn’t need nor expect you to get him anything. He has plenty of money to buy whatever he wants.

But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t get him a present. Because you should. He deserves plenty of them. 

Clothing is simple and always a good go-to for anyone. Though Kugo does require more specific clothing than those without mutation quirks. There are a few stores he frequents. Contact them and order a new suit, sweatpants, or just a nice T-shirt. His clothes get ruined quickly, so he’s always in need of more.

Firming your voice and pumping yourself up, you slid the sweater off your shoulders and spoke, “You have another present.”

Kugo answered from the couch as he tidied up, “From whom? I thought I opened them all.”

“Me. I was waiting until we were alone. It’s kinda for the both of us. I hope you like it.” You lingered in the doorway for him to turn.

When he finally did, his eyes opened wide.

“You said you liked lingerie. I figured your birthday was a good time to buy some.” He stared. It agitated shame through your body. “Did I not get a good set?” He just stared, not moving, not speaking. You recovered your body with the sweater. “Sorry if it’s wrong or not what you wanted. I thought- I wanted to try something-”

“You’re remarkable.” The pillow fell from his hands. He walked closer and gently pinched the sweater. “May I move this?’

You nodded. It dropped, allowing him to see and fondle your stomach. Palms shaped around to your sides. Your skin pinched between his fingers. “You’re so beautiful.”

Your feet left the floor, turning your reply into a yip. He carried you to the bed, sat you on the edge, spread your legs, and helped himself to you as he pleased. A wet, thick tongue swept over your panties. Hands felt up the thigh-high socks. 

He hummed against you, “Very soft.” His tongue slid under the material, taking a taste. “You’re so soft, everywhere.”

You moaned the further his tongue wormed in, freely twisting and writhing inside. But it left all too quickly. He asked, “What’s this now?”

“It’s your other surprise. I saw it at the shop and wanted to try it.”

Kugo glided your underwear down your legs, sucking in once he saw the pink jeweled heart. Nails clicked against it. Each one ever so slightly fluttered the plug in your ass. He spread your cheeks to see the complete view. “It looks perfect. It suits you beautifully. What?” He questioned your smile.

“Nothing, honey. You’re just cute.” You petted his forehead. The neverending compliments got repetitive, but his curiosity and service were beyond adorable.

“May I?” He grabbed the heart. 

“It’s for you.”

To start his experiment, he twisted it, watching the jewel intently. The plug fluctuated up and down. Next, he gently pulled it, spreading you around its widest part. Right as it was about to pop out, it pushed back in. He purred handsomely, “You really bought this for me?”

Nodding and moaning, your legs opened more to let him play. It sunk as deep as it could go, twisted, and pulled, and sank again. Then it withdrew entirely, suddenly. You whined at the stretch and pop. 

His warm tongue lapped over you in apology. The tingle made you squirm and giggle. “What?”

“No one's ever licked me there. It’s weird. It tickles a little.”

“I should have done this sooner. You taste wonderful,” he groaned gutturally. His tongue returned, waving around, tenderly loosening the muscles, releasing them enough to nudge inside. 

Your hips jerked. The foreign feeling gradually died. Your body accustomed to the wet intrusion, quite enjoying it, hungry for more. “Kugo, it’s-” A thumb massaging your clit induced a cry, “Deeper.”

Two fingers widened your cheeks. It gave him room to push flush against you, rubbing his nose, delving his tongue as far as it could go, dripping saliva, stretching greedily. The thumb pressed and rolled hard, unlike his usual caring motions. 

The slick stroking pushed up, curving your back with an intense moan and tightening muscles. You gripped the sheets through the fall, humping his face, thanking him repeatedly.

When you slumped, his tongue slowly retreated. It left you oddly hollow. You opened your eyes to his naked body and very eager erection. His gaze locked in between your legs. 

But he was big. It couldn’t fit comfortably in your ass. You mumbled, “Kugo, I don’t think I’m ready for that.”

“Relax, my love. I wasn’t going to. I’m not ready for that either. I’m afraid I’d hurt you.” He rubbed your thighs, kneeling and licking back down to your ass. His tongue only gave a few brushes before the butt plug touched you. It slicked over his spit, tapped your entrance, then playfully poked in, smoothly twirling as it stretched you again.

Once it nestled inside, you reached for his arms and told him, “Lay down.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course. It is your birthday after all.” He lounged and you straddled him, immediately kissing along his forehead. His skin cooled your lips the lower you grazed. His tongue was out, waiting to sweep into your mouth. The soaked weight drew a long moan from your throat.

You sat up and went to unhook your bra. But he stopped you. “Don’t. Keep it on.”

“You like it that much?”

“It’s beautiful on you.” His hands stroked over your breasts and the bra’s soft material. Reconnecting the kiss, you positioned him. Hands shot to your ass when you lowered. His words jumbled with his tongue in your mouth, “You’re tighter.”

“So you feel it?”

He hummed, holding your body tight as you swayed your hips, testing the new sensations. Between him and the butt plug, you felt as full as ever. He seemed to enjoy it too because his hands never left your chest. His eyes never left your breasts. His mouth never stopped its praise.

You didn’t get to grind for long though. Kugo lifted your thighs for you to bounce. With hands leaning on his chest, you did, moaning every time his head kissed your front wall, sweeping along it tediously. Arousal leaked onto his skin. It sleeked and stuck to yours.

You didn't get to do that for long either. He stilled your hips. “Wait. I want to try something.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Turn around.” You lifted off of him and turned, bracing yourself on his thighs. He lined himself up and, supporting your back, instructed, “Lower onto me.” You did, slowly, hesitantly, feeling him stretch you differently in the different position. 

When you seated fully, he asked, “Are you all set?”

“Yes,” you breathed.

Hands smoothed up your sides, carefully pulling you back to lay on his chest. You gasped as the change flattened him firmly against your front wall. The pressure was angelic. He guided your hand to your lower stomach, then your pubic mound. The area swelled with him within.

You sighed his name. Kugo didn’t move at your whining. Nor at your digging nails. Nor at your lame attempts to hump on him. Fingers just pawed all over your stomach, kneading, clutching, sneaking under your bra to pinch your nipples. A heavy tongue washed over your neck and shoulder, sparking sensitivity, lust, need.

“Kugo, move,” you weakly fussed.

Hands drifted bottomward, gripped, lifted you till only his head remained inside, then released, letting you plunge all the way, completely stuffing himself in you. Your moan mixed into a yelp. 

He froze. Concern threaded his voice, “Was that too much?”

“No, I- No, Do it again,” you panted, hooking his arm. 

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I- Again.” He listened and dropped you just as intensely. “More, please… Please…” 

He did it over and over, hitting hard and deep and so fucking wonderfully. Your eyes rolled back. Your spine curved higher each gorging fall. Yet his hands kept you close, leading your joyride. 

“Fuck me- fuck- more.”

He thrust up, meeting you in the middle, rooting himself deeper, richer, nearly too much, but the pinch of pain only added height to your peak. Lewd sounds gushed out. The sheer luxury and gluttony in you didn’t care. It just felt fucking amazing.

His flattery continued through his slapping and sticking. Your words caught in your throat. You could only grip and moan in his control, waiting for the final fall.

And it came, wet and loud. Your legs straightened. Your muscles went taut. Kugo quickly joined. Dense heat drained from him to you. Claws grated into your skin, holding you down so he could fill you full. It melted the ache his thrusting caused. 

The high ebbed with his cuddling hands. His tongue lapped your jaw. You blindly felt backward for his cheek, tipping him for a kiss. “I love you so much… more than you’ll ever know.”

His hands stopped protectively on your lower stomach, right over where he released. He nuzzled your cheek, whispering, "You're better than anything I could have ever asked for."

You kissed him. Both of you nested on the bed, holding each other, feeling him mix and twitch deep within you.

[shorkbrian]

Freezing

Prelude - sorry for the bad quality lololol

Pairing - Bakugou X Reader

Prompt - I watched Tthe Second Time Around” with Debbie Reynolds and there's one scene where the love interest is like all kissing up on her trying to ‘warm her up’ and also I want to get better at smut!!! I am awful at it and if I try to read my own stuff I'm just like “!!!! Dude!! Just say pussy come on!! use the sexy terminology and stop approaching it like a anatomy test jeez”

Warnings - Dubious consent, noncon, mentions of stalking. NSFW. oral play, dirty talk.

Music -  haha once again too tired v sad haha

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Stop fuckin’ struggling, I’m trying to help.”

This didn’t feel helpful. Bakugou Katsuki, pro hero, had you wrapped up tight in a blanket, his arms wrapped even tighter around your torso. He held you to his body, your bottom half settled in between his legs, your back to his chest.. You could feel him snuffling your hair, pressing his face against your scalp and inhaling. It unnerved you. 

You had tried asking what a pro hero like him was doing, out hiking in the evening, in the middle of nowhere. You were supposed to be the only person that knew about this place. The man had brushed off your questions with a “don’t worry about it.”, so you had tried your best, trudging along, listening to the soft crunch of cold earth beneath two sets of shoes. 

He had kept pace with you, even though you figured that he was in way better shape than yourself. He could probably run the entire length of the trail without breaking a sweat. Well, to be fair, it was also cold. Almost frighteningly so. But you enjoyed the weather, liked the tingly feeling it gripped your hands with, how it froze your nose and ears and made you almost numb to you senses.

You decided the weather was not enjoyable when you fell face-first into a stream.  Usually it wasn’t this full, and was a little trickle you had to step through to continue hiking the trail. But the rains had been hard this year, so it was quite tricky trying to step through the ankle-deep water. Katsuki, ever the hero, had grabbed onto you, helping you wade through. You really didn’t need his arm around your waist, but the shock of the cold water drenching your feet was slowing your thinking.

There hadn’t been a rock in your path, nor a slippery patch. You had felt yourself trip on something, but there was nothing there. Regardless, the ‘helpful’ hand Katsuki was lending proved to be a hinderance, as you simply slipped straight out of his grasp like a wet fish. The water was freezing of course, and it drenched you to the bone, weighing down your clothes and leaving you with a deep chill, teeth chattering together as you shakily stood.

Lucky for you, Katsuki coincidentally had a blanket tucked in his backpack, and his quirk made it laughably easy for the man to start up a fire. You suppose the man felt bad about accidentally letting you fall into the water. He had sat you down, gathered a few pieces of wood for a fire. The next thing you knew he was pulling at your clothes, peeling the wet fabric away from your body. You had slapped his hands away, shooting to your feet and snatching the blanket from him. “I can do it myself you know.”

You had to step behind a bush, shedding your clothes slowly, your numb fingers and heavy limbs making it harder than it should be. But eventually you succeeded, wrapping the blanket around your nude body and engulfing yourself in a cocoon of soft warmth. Katsuki had motioned for you to sit down by him when you had trudged back over, and you complied. You don’t know when sitting next to him evolved into practically sitting on him.

“Mr. Ground Zero, I think I’m warm enough now, you can stop.”

“Naw, you’re still shaking like a leaf, shuttup and lemme help.”

Mouth clamped shut, you tried not to squirm as his arms squeezed you tighter to his chest. You almost jumped out of your skin when you felt warm lips press firmly against your neck. Before you could turn around, wriggle out of his grasp and ask what the actual hell he thought he was doing, the pro-hero planted another one, pressing his lips closer to the front of your throat. Were you shaking because you were cold? Or was it something else? At this point the reason why was fuzzy.

Was this usually how pro-heros acted when they rescued someone? You didn’t like this. It felt wrong, intimate and far too close.  Questions swirled around in your mind as you began shifting, trying to ease out of the man’s grip.

“Uhm, this is really awkward for me, I can just warm up by the fire.”

“Can’t you fucking hear? I said shut up, so zip the lips.”

“Mr. Ground Zero, I’m feeling really uncomfortable like this, I can jus-“

“I said, shut up. And m’names Katsuki, don’t call me by my hero title.”

Why? You stilled for a second, panting slightly. It was suffocating underneath the blanket. The firm arms wrapped around your torso weren’t helping either, squishing the breath out of your lungs.  Why couldn’t he just let you go sit by the fire?  If he wouldn’t listen to you, you’d have to show him through actions. He was making you very, very uncomfortable. Heros weren’t supposed to do that.

With a sudden twist to the side, you loosened Bakugou’s hold on you - he hadn’t been expecting that. Clutching the blanket securely around you, a bid was made to stand. Katsuki didn’t like that. You had risen into a crouch, intending to stand from there, but before you could process it, Katsuki had you pinned, flat out on your back.

Once your brain had adjusted to the sudden spin of being manhandled, you spluttered out your indignation. “Hey! You can’t just do tha-“

“How many fuckin’ times do I have to repeat my goddamn self? Shut. The fuck. Up. I don’t wanna hear any more protests comin’ outta your mouth, got it?”

An intensely sparking hand, bright orange and yellow and red dancing in the palm, lowered  down next to your face, silently threatening a burn if you didn’t obey. With wide eyes, you nodded, trying to decide whether to watch Katsuki, or his quirked-hand. The decision was made for you when Katsuki snapped his fingers, the ones connected to the hand not currently going off like a sparkler. He wanted your attention on his face.

“Be good for me, or else I’ll rock your shit. Hah, might just rough you up for the way you were struggling against me earlier, little brat.” He paused for a second, cocking his head to the side as he stared down at you. “Tch, nah,  It felt kinda good.”

You gaped up at him as he kneeled over you, horrified. What? What was going on? 

The man began pulling at the blanket covering your modesty, prompting you to grab at it tighter. He barely had to light up his hand before you were letting go, forced to part with the only thing hiding you from wandering eyes. And oh, did Katsuki’s eyes wander. The second he threw the blanket back, uncovering you, he leaned back, resting on his heels as he stared at your body hungrily.

Everything was happening so fast, you had just been going on a simple hike? Why was a pro-hero doing this to you? Didn’t Katsuki have better things to be doing? (Literally)

You voiced these thoughts in a small, soft voice, hoping you wouldn’t get yelled at again for simply speaking. “I don’t understand Mr. Gr-Katsuki….. What’s happening?”

The blond huffed, leaning forward again so he could be closer, a hand roughly pawing at the curve of your waist.

“I have been waiting so long to catch you alone. You think it’s a coincidence I decided to go on a hike today, huh?”

“What? What do y-“

“God, ever since I saw you in that shitty little bakery I haven’t been able to stop thinkin’ about you. Been a fuckin’ mess.” The man cut you off, hands coming up to squeeze at your chest, pinching your nipples, groping the soft flesh there. You were gasping, barely able to listen to the pro-hero as he continued. “You just looked so tasty, I wanted to pick you up and eat you out right there, in front of everyone. I bet you wouldv’ve liked that, huh? Me lickin’ all over your little pussy?”

You choked on a breath as Katsuki slid down your body, his dark red eyes still connected with yours. You wanted to protest, tell him what a gross, nasty pervert he was. Seriously, what the hell? You wanted to kick him, break his nose, distract him with pain long enough for you to hightail it out of there. But his earlier threat remained, kept you frozen in place, hands by your side. Your were pliant, complacent as the blond slid between your thighs, hands coming to rest and knead at your waist.

Katsuki breathed against your slit, the hot air contrasting so boldly against the chill around you that you shivered, your opening clenching. Katsuki chuckled at that, before pushing his face forward, giving your labia a long, slow lick. Your leg kicked out, unprepared for the sensation as you tried to hold back a squeal. You were far from a virgin, but you had to admit it had been a while since you had been with anyone intimately. Work was too hectic, too tiring.

Another slow, measured lick had you keening, before Katsuki went searching for your clit. He found the small nub, flicking over it with his tongue, sending electric bursts of pleasure tingling through your body. Unconsciously, you bucked your hips, searching for more stimulation as Katsuki pulled back.

“Oh fuck, knew you’d taste sweet.”

He dove back down, tongue licking and sucking and rubbing at your cunt, sometimes taking a second to slip inside your opening, probe at your insides before pulling out again, moving to suck on the puffy, abused lips. You cried out, unwanted noises leaving you as you writhed under Katsuki’s skilled tongue. You didn’t want this, but it felt so good. You were so wet, could hear the sound of your slick as Katsuki lapped at your pussy. He acted as if he was starving, eating you out so vigorously that you were actually brought to tears. There was slobber, spit, and slick everywhere, creating a delicious wet slide that let the man move as he wished, tongue sliding into and around your folds.

Distantly, you felt the heat of the fire, saw the emerging stars through the trees, felt a rock pressing into your back. These sensations were lost, the overwhelming pleasure you felt taking up all your focus. You were close, could feel yourself beginning to rush towards an orgasm. 

“Kat-Katsuki, wait! I’m, oh god, I’m gonna cum!”

You almost sobbed when he pulled away, licking at his wet lips. “Yeah? You gonna fuckin’ cum for me? Go ahead and cum, bitch.” He snarled.

When you felt his lips sealing over your clit, you shuddered. When he started sucking, you screamed.

Hands fisted in his spiky locks, you lost yourself in the pleasure, felt yourself crest that peak. An orgasm washed over you, tingly, shaky, hot. You trembled as Katsuki kept licking you, no longer sucking fervently at your clit. You had to tug his hair, pull him away from your pussy to get him to stop mouthing at you. You wanted to say something, maybe tell him to fuck off, or to let you be - but you could barely think.

Katsuki crawled back over you, wiping at his wet face with an arm. He was still fully clothed, hair barely mussed from all your tugging. He grinned down at you. “Felt goddamn good, didn’t it? Just wait ‘till I actually start fucking you.”

You wanted to protest, Katsuki’s hands already unbuckling his belt. 

You knew he wasn’t going to let you say no.

[peach-pops]

Hello! Do you remember "Dating a Hothead/easily angered girlfriend" blog from anonymous? Can I request for Akaashi, Kageyama, Ushijima, Sugawara, and Tsukishima of how will they react to their s/o? Thank you! I really really really love that blog! It really reminds me of me of being sassy 😂. Anyways, sorry for bothering you *bows*

Author’s note: UGH Im so sorry this took me so long to get out! I only did Kageyama and Akaashi cause I wanted a bit of a contrast hope that’s okay! Also, I wanna point out that there’s nothing wrong with defending yourself, even if things do get violent. I don’t condone violence I’m just saying to protect yourself in the best way possible! 

Here’s the first part!

Akaashi and Kageyama with a Hotheaded Girlfriend

-Akaashi-

Akaashi knows how angry you get so he always does his best to try and make sure everything goes smoothly to avoid any casualties

BUT Akaashi can’t control every little thing and he realizes this fairly early in your relationship

I’m a full believer that Bokuto loves raves and clubbing and because of this, he usually drags you and Akaashi along

One night you three and a couple of other Fukurodani members are out clubbing and immediately, Akaashi surveys the room: where are the exits? Where’s the bathroom? Which group looks like trouble? Where did his girlfriend and best friend go???

He spots a group of girls near the bar that are a part of a bachelorette party who are a bit rowdy but he kinda brushes them off cause there’s nothing threatening about six girls wearing cheap wedding veils

You guys get your own private table in the corner ( bless Konoha and his connections) and after an hour or two of drinking and dancing, you take the initiative to go buy the next round of drinks cause that’s just club etiquette and you’re lowkey ballin

Let’s get it miss independent !!!! 😤 😤 😤

Akaashi offers to go with you but you tell him to watch Bokuto cause he might bust his head from dancing on the table

Once you make it to the bar, you decide just to order a pretty expensive bottle for the table because you’re not confident in your ability to carry six shots back without spilling it everywhere

You pay for the bottle and start making your way back to the table when you see the bridal party from earlier hanging out at your table. You see two girls laughing side by side with Bokuto (ok my dude get some) BUT THEN you search for Akaashi and sure enough, you see him visibly uncomfortable as the ‘soon to be bride’ tries sitting in your mans lap.

Akaashi looks up and he’s conflicted cause he wants your help to get this drunk girl off of him but he also knows you’re crazy and you might kill her in the process

“ Your hair looks so sexy pushed back! Has anyone ever told you that before?”

“ Please go away, my girlfriend is coming and she won’t be happy-”

“ Aw girlfriend? No fair why are the cute ones always taken?”

“ Aren’t you getting married?”

You’re gripping the bottle so tight in your hands and Akaashi can see it in your eyes that you are soooo close to hitting this bitch over the head with the bottle

He already knows exactly what you’re thinking and he’s pleading with you not to just with his eyes

Would you kill a girl over sitting in your mans lap? Yeah probably I mean you were fucking crazy

BUT since you could see how serious Akaashi was, you loosened your grip on the bottle and placed it on the table. Before the bride could even look over, you had already lightly nudged pushed her off of Akaashi’s lap and sat down on your boyfriend as if to claim him

“ What is your problem, you didn’t have to push me!” The bride whined as she got off the floor but you kept your glare on her

Akaashi squeezed your thigh to try and calm you down but maybe it was because of the alcohol so you just clenched your fists even tighter

“ You’re lucky all I did was push you. I can’t believe you’re about to get married and you’re trying to straddle my fucking boyfriend!”

Akaashi can feel how tense you are so he sits you on the inside of the booth so he can be in the middle between the girl and you. At this point, you’re sitting next to Bokuto and he’s laughing nervously cause he’s never seen you act like this before but he’s a ride or die so hes automatically team Y/N

“ Are you threatening me?”

“ Yeah, I am. What are you going to do about it?”

“ Y/N stop-”

“ Yeah, listen to your boyfriend bitch.”

“ WHO THE HELL ARE YOU CALLING A BITCH?!”

Before you can lunge over the table, Akaashi keeps his arm out and blocks you from doing so. He turns to the girl and bows his head, trying not to let his own anger consume him,” I think you should leave.”

“ And what if I don’t want to?” The soon to be bride pokes bitterly as she attempts to wrap her arm around Akaashi’s shoulders,” what is your girlfriend gonna do, hit me?”

She’s right, you can’t launch yourself across the table and your arm doesn’t have the reach but you had alternatives. You grabbed a half-drunken glass of some brown rum and you flung the alcohol into the girls face

Everyone at the table was SHOCKED, lowkey including you cause you didn’t even mean to throw the drink in her face it just happened YOU SWEAR it was just an instinct

Who could blame you I mean you were so mad plus you had been watching so many compilations of “ Best Housewives Fights from Bravo” that it was the first thing you could think of

Akaashi, bless him and his brilliant mind, immediately blocked your body with his because the soon to be bride tries climbing into the booth to beat you up and Bokuto also has a protective grip on your wrist to stop you from killing her

LUCKILY before you could spill any blood, security comes and forces the girl to leave your table

At first, you thought Akaashi was mad at you so you kind of pout and tell him how sorry you were but Akaashi doesn’t even care he just makes sure you’re okay

In his head, he knows maybe you were in the wrong for pushing the girl but he would never admit it outloud cause he values his life

My heart swoons for this man

Bokuto on the other hand is slapping your back and shaking your shoulders going,” Holy crap Y/N that was AWESOME!!!”

-Kageyama-

You and Kageyama had only recently started dating so he probably doesn’t have any idea how mad you could get. He’s seen a few times where you’ve gotten upset over school or your family problems but he still didn’t think too much about it

Who was he to be put off at having an easily angered s/o when he was balancing between his own emotions?

Anyway! You were one of Karasuno’s managers and you and Kiyoko got SO CLOSE! The job was super easy and it meant you could spend more time with your boyfriend so win-win!

The only part that was ever hard for you was other guys constantly hitting on you and Kiyoko like damn okay you both were hot as hell but at least treat girls with respect?

You didn’t mind guys telling you that you both were pretty caused duh you two already knew that but most of them were SOOO disgusting and you never let it slide

Before one of Karasuno’s games, you were on the sidelines with Kiyoko chatting about the next match when you could hear some of the guys from the other team trying to get your attention

“ Damn, Karasuno girls really are as fine as they say, they look soooo good.”

“ God, the things I would do if I was alone with them.”

“ I know you two can hear us, turn around so we can see what we’re working with.”

You just kept your eyes locked onto your clipboard because you didn’t want Kageyama to see how fucking crazy you could get but JESUS it was so hard when these two guys were harassing you

“ Kiyoko, I will fucking lose my mind if they come over here. I think I’m going to snap someone’s neck,” You said through gritted teeth as you watched your boyfriend warm up.

“Maybe you should go cool off in the bathroom before the game starts. I’ll let Kageyama-Kun know what’s going on and I’ll meet you in the hallway,” Kiyoko suggested as you gave her prayer hands cause she really do be a queen

You took your clipboard with you as if it was a weapon and stomped out to the bathroom cause you knew if you stayed in that gym any longer, you would cause a scene

You rinsed your face in the bathroom and you took a few deep breaths as you tried to calm yourself down

Your friends and family always told you that you needed to get your anger under control and now that you were dating, the last thing you needed was to scare Kageyama off

When you started to head out towards the gym, you felt in the air that something was off like spidey senses but instead, it’s like a creep radar was sounding off in your head

That’s when you saw Kiyoko and one of the guys from earlier cornering her against a wall

You can see that Kiyoko was visibly uncomfortable and you were just about to push your limit

“ I said to leave me alone. I’m waiting for a friend.”

“ Oh, you mean the other manager? I’m telling you, we would treat you like absolute queens at our school-”

“ Hey dude, back the hell off!” You shoved the guy to the side pretty hard to the point where he stumbled back a few good feet,” fucking creep.”

This dude, this mf has the audacity to POST UP TO YOU! You’re not even intimidated by him even though he’s easily half a foot taller than you

Like he’s in your face cause now he’s pissed that this girl actually managed to shove him pretty hard

“ Lay your hands on me again and see what happens.”

“ Are you threatening me? Cause if you are, go on and try to hit me I fucking dare you!”

Kiyoko is like nuh uh not on my watch and while im pretty sure kiyoko can throw fucking hands, she ran to go get Kageyama like “ go get ur girl”

This alerts pretty much the whole team even though they’re supposed to be warming up, they go with Kageyama cause if the boys hear your name and that you need help, they get hella protective

Kageyama slides over to the hallway and sees this dude yelling in your face and he sees red when the guy lays a hand on your shoulder

Before Kageyama can even make it over to you, you smash your clipboard over the guys head so hard, he hits the floor

BUT BRUH once he hits the floor you don’t! Stop! hitting ! him!

Like that clipboard is the perfect weapon oml

“ Don’t! Ever! Touch! Me!” You literally bash him after every word and this dude can’t even fight back like I personally dont feel bad but ummmmm you might commit murder

Kageyama rushes over to you and grabs you so you can stop and he’s trying to calm you down but once the word “bitch” slips out of the guys mouth, Kageyama grabs him by the jersey and is shaking him like a ragdoll

“ Watch your goddamn mouth before I put my fist through it!”

And you’re still heated so you want to basically jump this dude with your boyfriend cause romance ya know but Suga is holding you back ( he highkey struggling)

And now Noya and Tanaka are trying to hold Kageyama back because while they definitely would’ve reacted the same way, they don’t want Kageyama to go overboard

“ What did you just say? Go on and say it again-”

“ Kageyama please!”

“ You’re lucky I’m getting held back-”

“ Y/N! Enough!”

Just two lovebirds threatening a dudes life I love it

Things get resolved pretty quickly thanks to daddy daichi calming everyone down and now it’s time for the match to start

Suga lets go of you when Kageyama walks over and the first thing he does is hug you tightly. He practically squeezes the life out of you like this experience really showed how protective he was

He even admits that while he’s glad you can handle yourself, you shouldn't have to stand up to people alone and 100% doesn’t think you overreacted at all especially when Kiyoko thanks you for sticking up for her

He’s a bit intimidated by how you acted only because he had never saw you that mad before but he doesn’t blame you for how you handled it

[hinac0lada]

debunked

RISS’ NOTE: a small drabble for my grande king<3 happy bday bubu i’m so proud of u and i lob u mwa

ALEX’S NOTE: the flavor of this drabble is, chef’s kiss 3000x

CHARACTER PAIRING: oikawa tooru/f!reader

WC: 2.1k

WARNING/s: nsfw/smut, pegging, some dirty talk, femdom,  mommy kink (tooru n reader are aged up)

as always, nsfw will be under the cut!

your sex life with oikawa was beyond one of equipose. you meet each other's needs and desires, aftercare is always the best, and all was roses and peonies. but sometimes, people like to be nosy and assume things about your sex life, putting unnecessary expectations on the two of you. it was all fun and games and you'd usually brush it off, but there was just this one assumption that irked you the most.

‘you think (name) could ever dom oikawa?’

‘with her looks? no way. a total sub.’

who were they to assume your sense of dominance just based on your looks? you weren’t exactly insecure, but for some reason, the comment disturbed you in ways you would’ve never imagined. it ignited this burning passion, this desire to prove them wrong. to debunk all those theories - that were undoubtedly wrong.

and so this leads to the both of you to start this conversation that is taking place in your shared bedroom.

“soo, pegging right?” oikawa cups a hand on his chin as his expression turns into one of contemplating his decision.

“can’t say i’ve tried it before.”

you roll your eyes, crossing your arms as you stare him down. “you don’t have to do it if you aren’t ready, babe.” he scoffs at this, jutting out his bottom lip as his face scrunches up in protest.

“i’ve been ready, baby-”

“but are you sure?” you cut him off with a concerned yet somewhat shy look, tone full of wary. he chuckles at this, any sign of teasing gone as he takes your hands to cradle them close to his chest.

“there’s no one else i’d trust with this more than you, love.” a faint blush blooms from the soft gesture, still maintaining eye contact with the brunette. you give a small smile, pleased with his answer.

“i’m glad. there’s no turning back after this, okay?” he gives a firm nod at this, beaming. “mhm! i’ll get my turn after right?”

you pull away, standing up as you reply with a giggle. “of course, tooru. as many rounds as you like.” he silently cheers at this, stripping off his shirt and shorts as he sends you a bashful look.

“mind you, i haven’t really done this before so… be gentle, baby?” you stripped along with him, dropping the articles of clothing on the floor. “no promises babe, but i’ll try,” you cast a small wink with a cheeky grin.

“what should our code be?”

“our safe word could be emerald?” he suggests, now free of his clothes as he kicked them away with his feet. you nod and made your way to the cabinet where the stuff you needed was stored in. “emerald it is.”

you rummage around the cabinet to look for the strap, smiling lightly to yourself. “i won’t lie, i’m kinda nervous,” he hums at this, dipping by your shared bed as he patiently waits for you to retrieve the godly piece of silicone about to be placed right up his ass. if you enjoy it, who was he to complain? 

“you and me both, love. but do let me prep up - do we have any lube around?” 

“i think we do! try checking the bedside table,” you looked over your shoulder, eyes leading to the said furniture before turning back to search for the device. he wordlessly turns his gaze over to the mentioned furniture, hands trailing over the drawer and pulling it, noticing the required item they needed for preparation. he takes it out, pleased that there was still a generous amount inside the container. “i got it.”

“nice, well.. i found it,” you stood up, turning to face the male, teasingly displaying the main star of tonight's show. “isn't it a beauty?” he turns his gaze towards the plastic dildo, giving it a once over with a small snicker. his dick was still bigger after all.

“how cute.” he comments. you roll your eyes, letting out a small giggle as you walked over to where he was situated, giving a gentle kiss on his forehead. “your dick is still bigger, yes. don’t let it get to your head.”

“it should be basic knowledge,” oikawa leans in to snag a kiss from your lips before handing the bottle of lube over to you. “prep me up, baby.”

“alright, tiger,” you opened up the bottle full of lubricant, coating a generous amount on your fingers before sitting down in front of him, pulling him closer. “tell me when it hurts baby, i don't want to hurt you okay?”

he gives a nod, leaning in to kiss her cheek as he shuffles even closer. “mhm, i will. emerald, okay?” he asks again for reassurance.

“emerald,” and with that, you slowly insert a single digit inside his tight hole, peppering kisses along his neck; occasionally sucking on certain spots. he lets a small grunt escape his lips, the unfamiliar but somewhat pleasurable feeling of fingers moving around his butthole was foreign but he takes it nonetheless. pleasured sighs fanned over your head as he let you mark his neck.

“do you feel good, baby?” you mutter in between kisses, leaving love bites on his neck, butterfly kisses tracing his jawline. you took pleasure in hearing the sighs of your beloved, enough to spur you on even more as you felt the slight throb of your core in between your legs.

“y-yes, love-” he grunts, feeling your long, nimble fingers stretch his puckered hole in order to prepare him for what was to come. “more, baby. i want more,” 

“hmm? i didn't quite hear you baby,” you purred in his ear, a smirk gracing your facial features. it was kinda like payback at this point, recalling the times oikawa would edge you until you’re in tears. 

“you have to earn it first,” you added on, slowing the pace of your fingers to a more painstakingly slow one much to your delight. he whines lightly, hands dipping down to rake his fingernails on the side of your thighs, rubbing his growing erection against your knee.

“please,” he swallows, feeling himself loosen up. “f-fuck me, mommy. please, i want you to fuck me-” he gasps at the slow thrusts of your fingers, feeling himself shiver at the feeling. 

“good boy, you're doing great darling,” you placed a kiss on his lips, free hand making its way to his pulsing cock, slowly rubbing the head in the process. you gradually quickened the pace of your fingers.

“how do you want me to fuck you tonight baby?”

“fuck me with- with your strap-” he stutters out, feeling his cock twitch against your hand, groaning out praise and pleas as he shuddered in your hold. you couldn't help but chuckle at the state he was in, seeing as he's enjoying himself. you insert another finger inside his tight walls, pace quickening as you multitasked with fingering his hole and giving him a hand job. “loose enough yet, tooru?”

he shivers once more, a flushed expression adorning his pale skin. “y-yeah, i think i'm ready now..” 

“alrighty!” you exclaimed, a little too excited - the giddiness that you felt was overwhelming as you knelt on your knees, adjusting the little device that you were wearing. 

“get on your knees and let me see that cute little ass,” you snicker, patting his rear as he got on all fours. he gave you a look as turned around, getting on the position you requested of him. he turns his head to the side, admiring your profile from his doggy style pose he was under.

you position yourself in front of his hole, [e.c] irises meeting with his own, the glint in your eyes telling stories of excitement. “you ready for me, baby?” he grunts in affirmation, bracing himself. “yes,”

“yes what?” you smack his ass lightly, hard enough to hurt but not enough to leave a mark. he yelps at this, the slightly pleasurable burn tingling his pale asscheeks. 

“y-yes, mommy,” and without hesitation, you slowly let the silicone dildo enter his tight butthole, watching the piece of silicone disappear inside him with amusement. “does it hurt, baby? feel alright?” his grip on the bed sheets tighten, figure shaking a bit at the sudden invasion in his ass. 

“a-a little... just take it slow-” he groaned out, eyes fluttering open.

“i promise babe, just tell me when to move okay?” you lean in to smother the nape of his neck with kisses, caressing his sides to soothe him down. he lets himself have a moment, trying to adjust before he lets out a shaky sigh.

“you can try moving, love. please, make me feel good.” 

“your wish is my command, my pretty boy,” you started thrusting in a slow but steady pace, resuming back to gently bite the nape of his neck to where his sweet spot is. he throws his head back, shuddering at the way your teeth bit down on his neck, knowing exactly where to mark him. “fuck! ahh- more, mommy, more,”

“more, you say?” you pulled out and violently slammed it in again, hoping you didn't hurt him by accident. “shit! fuck yes-” he pants, hole tightening around the strap as his ass slammed against your naked hips.

“how bad do you want it, baby?” you whisper by his ear, before pulling out and thrusting in again, actions getting repetitive. 

“i want it.. so bad-! ram i-it into me, mommy-!”he gasps, ragged breaths leaving his lips as he whines from the pressure building up. you grab onto his hips to control the pace, continuously ramming into his ass, pressing his head down onto the soft mattress. “who makes you feel good like this, baby?” he moans out loud, lewd pleas and erotica echoing left and right as he drowns himself in the pleasure. 

“fuckfuck, you mommy! m-mommy's fucking me so fucking good!”

you quicken the pace at an inhumane speed, the sounds of praises and moans that echoed in the room filled you with excitement, ignoring the tingles on your thighs. “oh yeah? do i fuck you so good to the point you're losing your mind right now?” you emphasize this with a harsh slap on his ass, the impact receiving an immediate reaction from his drunken yelp.

“y-yes, mommy!” he wheezes, feeling his cock twitch from how hard he was of how downright hot the situation was - fucking him like a bitch in heat. “shitshitshit, i-i can't-!” you pull him up using his hair, tugging him close to you, bodies exchanging heat as the room got even more humid. “can't what baby? can't handle this fucking dick inside your ass?” you pant, keeping your pace steady but fast as you bite down on his shoulder.

oikawa arches his back against your breasts, shivering from the heat radiating from their bodies from their aggressive rut. “m-mommy, please- let me cum! i'll be your good boy, i s-swear!” pathetic whines and pleas escaped his lips as his tongue lolled out from his mouth, legs quivering underneath.

“mm, let me think about it, baby,” hearing his whines sent shivers down your spine - one violent thrust after the other, disregarding the weariness you were starting to feel. your only goal was to make him feel good. his cries only grew louder, the pleasurable burn in his butthole catching up to him as he reached down to rub his hard-on, desperate to get off.

“let me help you with that,” you chuckle at his desperation, grabbing his stiff cock to help him reach his climax whilst in the process of catching up to your pace from before. the stimulation from both his cock and asshole was too much, having yet another moan escape from his bruised lips. “fuck, i'm cumming mommy! c-cumming~!” 

“come on baby, cum for mommy,” you pant, sighs escaping your lips before picking up the already fastened and secure pace - ignoring the ache you felt in your legs as you wanted him to reach the climax he’s begged for so nicely. he lets out a few more grunts and moans escape his lips, shaky breaths growing louder as he finally reaches his high, dick spurting out ribbons of cum all over your hands as it dripped to the bed sheets.

after thrusting a few more times, you stopped with a shaky sigh, bringing up the hand previously jacking him off to your mouth to lick up his cum, humming in satisfaction. “you taste so good, my good boy,”

he shivers, panting as he drops down to the bed, spent from being pegged. “th-thank you, mommy,” you remove the dirty strap, stretching a bit to ease the friction from your stiff joints, leaning down to kiss him on the forehead before getting up to clean the hot mess. 

“you did great, my love. i'll run you a bath, okay?” he hums in approval, moving to sit up from the bed. he felt sticky and dirty after all. “alrighty~”

after a few minutes of prepping a hot bath for your lover, you came back from the bathroom and kissed his once bruised lips. “thank you for this, tooru. i love you.”

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[decoydeku]

Philophobia

pairing: shoto Todoroki x reader

prompt: “I love you and it scares the hell out of me.” first scene also loosely based on ‘I Think About You’ by Ross Lynch

wc: 800

warnings: none!

synopsis: in which shoto is helplessly in love with you, trying to suppress his deep feelings before they finally spill out.

a/n: first shoto fic!!! ok the start of this was nice and then it went downhill ahahh 

[unedited]

 The moment Shoto’s eyes fluttered open due to the ray of cascading light from the window, there was only one thing on his mind.

You.

He glanced to the left side of his double bed, envisioning your sleeping figure; hair tousled from the repercussions of sleep. You’d have the faintest of smiles on your pretty lips, arm resting on his chest as you were still swept far into dreamland. He wanted so badly for this to be real.

The thought in itself sent a rush of red to the half-and-half’s face. Flustered by his own racing mind, he rolled onto his back once more, staring at the cream white ceiling. How silly. He thought to himself, brushing his fringe away from tickling his forehead. What brought him to think such thoughts?

He pressed his palms into his eyes, trying to erase the fantastical notion from his mind. Unfortunately for him, the moment his eyes shut another surreal fantasy flashed through his thoughts.

“Morning, Shoto!” You sleepily smiled, leaning in for a messy kiss with an adorable giggle. He could hear your voice so clearly, so smooth, attractive and fucking hot-

His eyes snapped open, jolting his body to sit up against his bedframe. “What on…?” Shoto trailed off, hurriedly rubbing over his eyes in another effort to wake himself up. He tried to brush it off, climbing out of bed to head for the bathroom. Yet, try as he might, this was far from the first-time hypothetical scenes of you played through his mind.

In fact, these thoughts had amplified since he’d started actually hanging out with you several months ago. That was exactly why he continuously cautioned the amount of time he was around you; he was wary of those thoughts returning to his mind. Lately, suppressing them had become increasingly difficult. Who could blame him when you looked so…so breathtakingly perfect to him, he’d do anything for you to be in his arms.

 . . . .

“What do you think Shoto?”

Instantly, he snapped back into reality, facing you as you helped noodles into your mouth. The two of you sat at your usual spot at the cafeteria for lunch rush hour. Your puffed cheeks and doe eyes looking up at him from behind those long lashes expectantly, sent his heart pounding loudly in his chest.

So cute.

He blinked hard at the thought.

What was he thinking?    

The next thing he knew, your hand was over his as you lapped at the remnants of noodle on your lips. “Hey, you’ve been kinda out of it lately,” He dragged his gaze from your lips to your captivating e/c eyes. “Is everything alright, Shoto?”

He was sure his hand was secreting sweat now, the tips of his ears colouring a crimson. Why couldn’t he say anything? What was this feeling? He didn’t quite hate it, but he definitely didn’t love it either.

Love.

Love?

No.

Absolutely not.

That’s…ridiculous…impossible…no way could he ever know what love was – heck was he even capable of it? He was so used to being fueled by detest; hatred, it seemed so senseless to think his heart had adapted to an emotion he felt he’d never normally received.

You noted his clear internal conflict, squeezing his hand gently in an attempt to bring him back to reality. On another note, he hadn’t even touched his lunch – that was something to cause concern. “Shoto?”

No.

No he couldn’t.

He refused to.

“Y/N.” His usually warm tone was replaced by ice as he forcefully slid his hand from under yours. “I apologise,” Getting to his feet, he nudged his cafeteria tray toward you. “You can have my share, I have…I need to go…”

Without a moment’s hesitation, you grabbed his wrist with concern coating your tone. “Please,” You begged softly. “Please Shoto, tell me why you’re acting so distant.” You couldn’t bare being brushed off yet again, this time you were going to get to the bottom of this – no matter what you had to do. Why couldn’t he understand that you were there for him?

Shoto froze, his body stilling at your impulsive touch. He didn’t try to pull away this time, his gaze solely glued to your hand clasping his wrist. Should he tell you? He owed it to you in a way, what other plausible explanation could he muster up? Surely, you would see it transparent.

Swallowing hard, he let out a defeated sigh, knowing what he had to do. His mouth lay ajar, yet he was finding it difficult to find what to say – where to start. A thousand words and phrases clouded his mind, just say it dammit!

“I’m sorry Y/N,” He spoke softly, as if the very words he was about to say next were made of glass. Now that you’d loosened your tight grip, he snaked his wrist from your grip and instead took your fingers in his. “It’s…It’s because-” Feeling the rush of suppressed emotions return, he took in another breath. “Because I love you, I love you and it scares the hell out of me.”

There, he said it.

He admitted it not only to you, but to himself.

He could love, he did love he was in love.

No more pretending.

[duker42]

How about vampire Levi falling in love with a human reader where their love gets to the point she lets him suck her blood, but Levi's mad about it. Angst & smut please!! 😍 I love your writing. I know my request is kinda clichè btw 😅

***No sparkly Vamps here!!! *****WARNING*****NSFW

💜Blood Lust💜

He had taken her for his own selfish desires. Not wanted to be alone, needing someone who could venture out into the sunlight, plus he couldn’t help but be drawn to her. There was just something about her smell.

Y/N had lived with Levi for 6 months before they had ever become intimate. Well, she had lived, Levi had just...existed. She had originally been terrified when he had brought her here. He had found her, in the middle of being robbed and beaten. Levi had killed her attacker before it could turn into something worse. She had lost consciousness after seeing her pale savior sink his teeth into her assaults neck, draining his blood until the light in his eyes faded.

She had been surprised to find that vampires weren’t the myths she thought they were. Even more surprised to find one that was so damn...clean. His dwelling wasn’t the drab and dreary cobweb infested nightmare that was portrayed in the movies. Yes it was old, but it was light and bright during the day, and spotless.

The motorized window coverings blacked out any rooms he wanted to be in during the daylight hours, protecting him from the very deadly, in his case, UV rays. She had found herself at ease in his presence over time, despite his blunt and rude manner, he was a man that cared about others.

She found it odd that Levi was so keen on preserving human life, considering they were his food. The man he had killed the night he had saved her was the first life he had taken in five years. He relied on donors or blood banks for his meals, resisting urge to haunt the shadows and prey on the unsuspecting.

The first time they had slept together, Y/N knew that she was totally in love with the vampire that had changed her life. She had practically seduced him, with the man being so resistant to letting someone into his non beating heart.

~~~~~

“Levi.” She ventures as she kissed down his porcelain, chilly throat. “I want you to feed from me.”

His hands stop as they were stroking her stomach and gripping her ass.

He pulled his head away from where he had been nuzzling her throat. “No.” His voice was hard and flat.

“But why?” Curiosity burned in her eyes as she looked into his silvery orbs. She had been fascinated by their color when she had first woken up in his house. They were like liquid metal, the flecks of blue and silver constantly swirling as his stormy eyes contained the emotions he refused to let his face express.

“Reasons, brat.” He huffed, annoyed with her pressing the issue.

She wiggles on his lap. They were currently on his bed, now their bed. He always woke from the little sleep he got either horny or hungry, tonight was the former.

She nipped his ear as her warm breath washed over him. His heart may have no longer beat, but his nerves certainly worked as his body reacted to her touch. He had to remind himself to be gentle, temper his touch. She didn’t regenerate like he could. One slip, one moment where he lost himself and he could destroy the person he loved.

It scared him how hard he had fallen for the girl. The human he had found that night, struggling to fend off the degenerate that wanted her money, her body and maybe her life. He had no qualms about killing that one, as a calm rage fell over him as he caught the scent of her fear. He thought that was the moment he had started falling in love with her.

Y/N didn’t understand what she was asking. Fresh blood always caused a momentary frenzy, a split second where the monster he truly was is released. If he, in that moment, killed Y/N, he knew that he would walk out into the sunshine the very next day.

She whimpered a bit in his arms. The hands on her body relaxed as he loosened the grip he hadn’t know had tightened. Looking back at her, her cheeks flush and rosy, her eyes sparkling, he needed to remember that this human of his needed to be protected, even if it was from himself.

“Please, Levi? I want you to.” Shit, she wasn’t goin to let this go.

Levi peeled Y/N off of him and set her to the side. “I need to go clean.” And left her sitting on their bed without a backwards glance.

~~~~~

For a week he wouldn’t talk to Y/N. Wouldn’t acknowledge her presence. He didn’t sleep. All he did was obsessively clean the already immaculate house.

She watched him from the door frame. He was kneeling on the floor, scrubbing at invisible stains on the marble floors that didn’t exist. Or perhaps it had, years past. Their house was old, it was the same house where Levi had lived when he was still human. Meticulously cared for and upgraded as the centuries had past.

Levi’s mind was running as fast as his hands worked, scouring the smooth stone. Never in his 235 years, had Levi felt the connection that he had with Y/N. She accepted him for who and what he was, without reservation. Something he had never found as a human. Her only fear that night was that she was in a place she hadn’t known, after awakening from her attack. She had thought she had been kidnapped. After telling her she hadn’t, Levi had initially been willing to let her go, until she did the one thing he hadn’t expected.

She touched him. He knew that she had seen him kill that man. His ashen eyes had locked onto hers as he drank. Levi had watched her eyes roll back and Y/N slump to the ground unconscious. Knowing all of this, she had still walked up to him, with no hint of fear in her eyes and touched his cold cheek. “Thank you” She had whispered in a low clear voice.

In that moment, Y/N became his.

~~~~~

“Are you ever going to speak to me again?” Levi paused in his scrubbing for a moment before starting the rhythmic circles of the brush again.

“Are you done asking about that shit?” She knew that she had frustrated him, but damned if she was going to let this go.

“No, I’m not going to unless you explain why you are so against this.” He threw the brush down. Y/N watched it slide across the floor.

She looked up to find Levi right in front of her. His cleaning handkerchief pulled away from his face and his eyes hot and angry as they stared at her intimidatingly. In a flash, she was pushed up against he wall, his hands firmly around her arms, squeezing lightly in warning.

“Don’t fuck with me Y/N. You won’t like the consequences.” He growled out.

Y/N rolled her eyes at the powerful vampire. “You don’t scare me Levi. I know you won’t hurt me. Just tell me why?”

“Why the fuck do you want this?” He pushed off of her to pace. “You want to be my food? You want to feel like a pig set to slaughter?”

“I’m.....jealous.” He stopped and looked at her incredulously. She continued on, explaining. “I hate the thought of you touching those donors. Of them feeling any part of you, even your fangs. I had thought.....”

“You thought what?” He had stopped pacing to stand before her.

She lifted her eyes to his. “I had thought that when you told me that I was yours, it had also meant that you were mine.”

His glare softened. “Explain.”

Her face pouted slightly. “I don’t share. Period. If you set you lips on someone’s neck, it should be mine. If you feed from someone, it should be me.”

“Y/N.....I......” Words failed him. He could feel his resistance fading as he watched the hurt and insecurity cross the face he loved staring at.

“Just tell me what the problem is.” She begged, grabbing his hand.

“I could kill you, Y/N. I could lose control and squeeze you too hard or drain too much blood. I can’t risk that. I can’t risk losing you.” His eyes closed with his admission, ashamed of his shortcomings. He felt a warm hand on his cheek just like he had so many months before. Opening his eyes, he saw the love and trust she held for him in her gaze.

“You would never do that. I trust you, Levi.”

~~~~~

He had stripped them down to their underwear. Not caring for the mess blood usually made, he had prepared their bedroom. A waterproof protector covered the bed as they lay there.

“You always do it this way?” At his nod, Y/N gave a fierce scowl. “Yep, definitely not fucking sharing anymore.”

He gave a low laugh. “It’s always just a business transaction, Y/N. I drink, they get paid, we part ways.”

He leaned over body, lips hovering near her pulse. The warm beat of her blood was intoxicating, and he felt his fangs lower in anticipation. “Ready, Y/N?”

“Yes, Levi.”

With her consent, he plunged his fangs into the soft skin of her neck. Her tiny gasp filled his senses as he tasted her. Her blood filled his mouth. The sweet, thick liquid on his tongue caused a reaction he had never expected. His cock began to swell, hardening as he drank.

A fever invaded his mind. All he could think about was fucking her while he fed. Painfully overwhelming, the desire was coursing through him, clouding his mind. He didn’t want to hurt her, he wanted her screaming his name in ecstasy.

His hands tore the thin panties she wore. Her own hands were roaming on his body, but he was focused solely on her. Lowering his own underwear, he shifted, covering her body with his own. He yanked her legs open, his mouth still attacked to her neck as he filled her with a single thrust, pushing his cock into her tight center.

She cried out, pain and pleasure combined. He was large and stretched her opening as he began moving. It was fast and hard, a kinetic joining of their bodies. He pounded into her as she felt his tongue lave her neck, licking at the blood seeping from her wounds.

Once she was surrounding him, he felt a little bit calmer, but no less entranced by the woman in his arms. He moved a hand to her breast, palming it as he continued to slam his hips into hers. He heard her cries, but they seemed to be in pleasure, her hands tugging at his hair, and nails scraping down his back like in encounters past.

He rolled them over and sat up, Y/N now sitting on his cock. He sank his teeth into her again as she arched against him. He growled as she began moving against him. Her hips rocking back and forth as she rode him. Her tight walls milking him towards release as he continued to feed from her. He managed to finally pull away from her neck, running a bloodstained mouth down to her breast to capture a stiff peak.

Her blood trickled down her neck, running down to the breast as he tugged on the nipple. She moaned and moved faster against him, enjoying his mouth on her as much as his cock inside her. When the trail of blood reached his mouth, he began licking up her chest, cleaning her as much as savoring the rich nectar.

He moved them again. This time, setting her on her knees. Sliding in easily, he snapped his hips forward and began to drive himself into her wet cavern. He sped up, confident the eager woman would love the pace that no human could set. Her erotic gasp and high pitched keening let him know he was right. As he felt her begin to tighten around him, he knew that he was close, pulling her back flush against his chest, he pushed deeper as he closed his lips around her neck again.

Screaming his name, she shattered in his arms. Her body shook and he felt the warm rush of her release as her body gripped him. He felt his own body tighten and he came with an inhuman snarl, his bloody teeth exposed as he filled her with his cum.

They slumped down together in the bed, Y/N gasping for breath. Levi was in a daze, he had never felt a need that strong, experienced an orgasm that all consuming. As he came down off his post coitus high, he began to look Y/N over, checking to make sure he hadn’t hurt her.

She gave him a sleepy smile. That had been absolutely amazing. All she could do was lay there bonelessly as she felt him tut and run his hands over her flesh. She giggled as he lifted her into his arms, intent on showering to clean up.

“What, brat?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow down at his love.

“I really love your blood lust, Levi.”

[nat-roman0ff]

lover - pt. 2

lover, pt. 2 - the first kiss take me out, and take me home. -- words: 2k warnings: fluff, more gin and tonic, snow

The early winter chill cuts you to the core as a gust of wind blows by, knocking the air from your lungs. It had been a hell of a day at work, and you stomp as quickly as you can to the bar to meet with your sorta-kinda “friend-boy”, Shawn, for drinks. 

 It was new. So new, in fact, that you weren’t quite sure what to call it yet. You were definitely exclusive, but exclusively what was still up for debate. The lamp posts that line the city streets twinkle, wrapped in Christmas lights and the air is sterile and crisp with the smell of the upcoming winter. 

 Another gust slices you while you struggle with the front door to the bar you’re meeting Shawn at. He’s already there, and you feel like an asshole for being late, but also grateful that he reserved a spot for the two of you towards the back of the room. Work had been stressful, and you were ready to swig back a couple drinks and eat some greasy bar food. 

 You spot him first, tapping away on his phone, brows scrunched and that one little S curl hanging in the middle of his forehead. He’s chewing on the inside of his cheek, something you picked up on quickly as a nervous habit for him. His eyes scan the room nervously, melting when they lock on you. 

Shawn waves you over and pulls the seat out at the table by the picture window. It has just the right amount of glow and the he looks absolutely divine in the dimly lit bar (although you could argue he just about looked divine anywhere). You shrug off your coat and plop into the seat across from him.

 “Rough day at the office?” He asks with a chuckle. 

 You groan, “that obvious, huh?” 

 Shawn laughs, “when you texted me ‘I need to fucking drink tonight’ I figured it was a trying time. I hope you don’t mind, but I already ordered us some beer.” 

 You breathe a sigh of relief, “oh thank god. As long as it’s not Corona.” 

 Shawn’s face goes white. 

 “So I ordered myself  some beers,” he answers. 

 You laugh, “it’s fine, drink your piss water. I’ll have a big girl drink.” 

 He smirks and the two of you sit in a sort of comfortable silence. It takes your fingers and toes a few moments to warm up, and your senses start to clear as your body melts from the freezing cold outside to the toastiness of the bar. The quiet doesn’t make either of you uncomfortable. He’s the first person you’d ever met that didn’t need to fill a room with noise or chatter. The two of you, sitting together with the harmony of the jukebox and clinking glasses brings peace.

 “So what was your day like?” You ask when your drink arrives, “anything exceptional going on in the world of Shawn Mendes?” 

 He shakes his head, “if laundry and leg day are exceptional, then yes.”

 “Everything you do is exceptional,” you let out, not even mad that your lips spoke before your brain had a second to edit. 

 Shawn tilts his head, his lips curling up at the corners, “you really think so?” 

 You nod, “of course. You’re probably the most down to Earth and normal person I know. Which is terrifying considering you’re, ya know, you. I’m sure you find my office talk very boring when you’re Snapchatting John Mayer.” 

 His smile fades, “oh.” 

 “No not like that!” You defend, “Not like, ‘oh you’re normal for a famous guy’. I just mean…I don’t know, I’ve never known someone that’s had success like you before. I just figured you’d have a big head or something. Like your head physically is quite large. Maybe it’s the hair. Shit, I’m fucking rambling. Sorry.” 

 You pick at your chipping nail polish under the table, looking to your hands and avoiding Shawn’s gaze at all costs. 

 “It’s just hard to get to know people,” he starts, “It’s hard to get to know people who are genuinely in it for me, or in it for everything that comes along with it. I can’t hide who I am or what I do or pretend that it doesn’t exist. But I certainly hope that you’re here because you like me.” 

 You smile, “I do.” 

 Shawn’s eyes catch yours, and though you both don’t know it yet, it’s not the first time he’ll hear you say those words.

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 The winter never suited you. Despite living your entire life in a place with a frigid winter climate, there was something about the bone chilling cold that just hurt. You huddle as closely to Shawn as you can while you walk the short distance from the bar to his condo. He holds your frozen hand tight in his, occasionally rubbing the soft skin at the back of your hand with his thumb.

 The treetops shine with Christmas lights, some even zigzagged across the road, illuminating the streets below while the early winter snow dusts the streets. Your body shakes involuntarily against the cold as you feel it seep through all your layers.

 “I could give you my coat if you want?” Shawn says, feeling you shiver beside him. 

 “No, s’fine. Just a wuss when it comes to the cold.” 

 “Hold onto my arm,” he says, “come in a little closer, you’ll be warmer.” 

 There’s a blueprint of a smile when he says it, but it goes as quickly as it came. 

 Have you ever been able to pinpoint a single moment in your life where you know it’s the beginning of a radical change? An absolute millisecond of realization that nothing going forward will ever be the same?

 It happens as quickly as blinking, you think. One second he’s the boy sitting across from you and the next he’s the man you’re going to fall in love with (although neither of you know that just yet). It’s something like electricity, a sort of static that buzzes and you know the universe is colliding with all it’s little atoms and although you can’t see it you can feel it. It’s in the air, in the way that it pricks your skin and leaves your hair on edge. It’s in the unrhythmic beating of your heart, in how it surges the blood in your veins. Every particle is thick and palpable and you can feel the universe shift around you, for you.

 “You okay?” He asks, his hand giving yours a quick squeeze. 

 You nod. He lets you stay quiet, and you think that’s what you enjoy the most about him. He doesn’t need to fill the air with noise or words, doesn’t have to fill the space between you with promises of tomorrows and Sundays. Just the buzzing of the air and the flurry-lined streets of Toronto are enough to satisfy.

 “We’re close, my place is right here,” Shawn says, pointing to the building across the street. 

 Breathing a sigh of relief you loosen your grip on him a touch, giving him space to fish out his keys. He’d never taken you home before, on the few dates here and there that you had been on. Usually you just parted ways wherever you were meeting your he ordered you an Uber to get home safely. It had been his suggestion that you go back to his, and with the promise of fuzzy blankets, a comfy couch, a fireplace, and Christmas movies, it was a hard offer to pass up.

 The condo surprised you, but not in a bad way. It was much smaller than you’d imagined. A simple one bedroom; modern with clean lines but nothing over the top. It was unusually clean too, but then you remembered he was rarely home enough to get comfortable before taking off again to live the life that came along with being him.

 That was going to take some getting used to.

 “This is different than what I expected,” you say, shrugging off your coat and placing it on the hook by the door, neatly lining up your shoes beside his.

 Shawn couldn’t help but think how perfect your things looked beside his, and it wouldn’t be for another year and a half when he’d ask you to leave them there permanently. 

 “Different?” He asks, “Like, bad? Were you expecting a waterfall? Trophy case? A renaissance style portrait of Drake above the fireplace?” 

 You laugh and pinch his side. In one swoop he pulls you into his arms, pressing his forehead against yours, the tip of his nose brushing yours. You think he’s going to kiss you but instead he lets you go and takes a half step back, worried he’s moved too fast, too soon.

 “It’s...cozy. It’s simple,” you point at the streamlined kitchen, “but also unequivocally you.”

 He follows your gaze to the array of photos on the wall of friends and family. There’s even a photobooth strip of the two of you from the wedding you met at just a couple months ago. 

 “Do you want a drink?” He asks, pointing to the bar cart in the living room. 

 You scoff, “is that even a question?” 

 Shawn smirks, “Gin and tonic, right?” 

 You nod, and he starts to busy himself with making your drinks. You scan his gallery wall, smile so wide it hurts your cheeks as you look at childhood photos, recognizing old faces in younger days.

 “So what are you doing for the holidays?” He asks when he hands you a drink.

 You shrug, “just a boring Christmas at my parents. Presents in our pajamas, a good home cooked meal and some movies. Nothing crazy, we keep it pretty low key.” 

 Shawn smiles, “that sounds perfect.” 

 You take the first sip of your drink. Honestly, it’s shit. 

 “What about you? Any big plans?” 

 He shakes his head, “not really. We keep it pretty quiet on Christmas day. But, my parents do throw a big party on Christmas Eve. The whole family is there, close friends, things like that,” he pauses for a second and chews the inside of his cheek, “I was...wonderingifmaybeyou’dliketocome?” He says in one quick breath. 

 You purse your lips together to try and hide the shit eating grin on your face, “I’d love to.” 

 Shawn looks at you, like really looks at you. He’s searching for something in your face, eyes focusing on yours and a deep crease forms between his brows. Before you can ask what he’s doing, he speaks. 

 “Can I show you something?” He asks. 

 You shrug, “sure.” 

 He plucks your glass from your hand and places it on the coffee table next to his. With your hand in his, he brings you to the other side of the living room, where a small desk studio is set up overlooking the city lights of Toronto. He sits down and starts clicking around the computer’s desktop for something, opening a program with a bunch of notches and lines and nothing that makes sense to you. 

 “Can I play you a new song?” 

 All the air is sucked from your lungs before you can speak, “absolutely, yeah,” you manage to choke out.

 Shawn smiles wide and clicks play, turning up the speakers on the desk. It starts slow, a wedding band type of slow that you picture slow dancing with your Lover to. It makes you feel...warm, and safe, and happy, and at home. The room melts around you as the tempo picks up into the chorus and Shawn’s voice is so delicate and raw that you almost feel embarrassed for listening in. You stand facing the floor to ceiling window, watching the snow blanket the city and swirl around you like a living snow globe. You’re not sure at which point Shawn stands next to you, but his fingers intertwine through yours as you both stare out of the window in front of you, his song echoing off the walls.

 It ends on a single chord that leaves your ears ringing and he waits a few seconds before turning his head to look at you. 

 “So what did you think?” He asks, his voice shaky.

 He doesn’t have the nerve yet to tell you he wrote it for you the day after you first met.

 “Can I kiss you?” You respond.

 Shawn relaxes a touch, a smile tugging at his lips, “yeah, I think I would love that.” 

[thiswasinevitableid]

this isn't off any prompt list but hero/villian indruck where they have a meetcute and both desperately try to keep the other from finding out their alter ego as their relationship gets more and more serious while simultaneously trying to keep their rival away from their seemingly innocent love interest for fear of endangering them

Here you go!

“You win this round, Knight,” The Moth hovers, mechanical wings flapping and smile spreading across his face. The blood trickling down his nose doesn’t faze him in the slightest, “But I’m sure we’ll see each other quite soon.”

He flies off before Duck can grab him, leaving the hero standing, arms crossed (and cross in general), his quiet evening at home ruined by The Moth’s need cause trouble at the Governors Ball.

He’d just gotten to a good part in his book too.

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“Oh goodness, I’m so sorry!”

Duck looks up as he’s wiping coffee from his lap to find a tall, gangly, angular stranger hurriedly tossing down his bag  to help clean up the spill.

“I’m sorry, I get lost in my thoughts sometimes and oh, darn it all.” In his eagerness to help, the taller man splashes coffee onto this white tank top, giving him a belly splotch that matches the one on Ducks green t-shirt. 

“It’s uh, no big deal, ain’t like I was in my Sunday best and, uh, that ain’t a library book.”

“Oh no your book.” The other man lifts the stained paperback, looks at it sadly, “At least let me buy you a replacement.” He’s holding the book to his chest now, clearly hopeful that Duck will let him make amends.

Between the red-brown eyes, the tousled, silver-dyed hair, and the earnest, odd smile, he has an air of disheveled charm that, at his age, Duck ought to be past finding adorable. 

Instead, he smiles back, “Sure thing. Bookstore  two blocks down oughta have copies, and a little cafe to boot. You let me buy you a replacement drink, I’ll let you buy me a new book. Deal?”

The other man nods, hands flapping, “Yes, that sounds wonderful.”

Duck grins, suddenly excited, before noticing he’s a bit sticky.

“Meet me there in an hour so we can both change?”

“It’s a date.”

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It’s a date? Agh, of all the ways he could have phrased it, why did his blasted, traitorous mouth choose that one?

He stands awkwardly in one corner of the cafe, hands stuffed into the pockets of his pink and yellow cardigan. Was this too flamboyant? He doesn’t even know if the other man is gay. He supposes he could look into the futures to determine the answer to that, but doing so feels rude. 

This is why he turned to supervillainy in the first place; he’s terrible with people. 

He wishes he’d worn his glasses. They’re technically a tool of his trade, but they make him feel safe. 

“Uh, howdy.” 

He glances up, finds the man from before looking at him. Now that he’s not racked with panic trying to clean up a spill, he has a chance to take in just how much his type the man is. Short, but bear like (”a teddy bear” his mind supplies, unhelpfully), with green eyes and charming, unhurried vibe to him. His drawl does remind him of a certain hero who’s always in his way, but he won’t hold that against him. 

“Buy you a coffee?”

“Yes, please. Ah, um, I guess I should introduce myself; I’m Indrid.”

“Duck” he holds out his hand and Indrid takes it, enjoys the warmth and strength in his grip, “Nice to meet you.”

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“We’ve got to stop meeting like this.” Duck tightens Beacon around The Moth, who tears at the blade with his retractable claws. Duck learned about those the hard way, when the villain extended them during one of their first meetings. The slash broke the skin, something rare for Duck on account of his durability. 

“And you have got to come up with some more creative lines, hero.” The Moth snarls, “you have used that one twice before now. Which is also how many times you have forgotten about this.”  The villain throws himself sideways and down with enough force to yank Duck to his knees and loosen his grip. As his sword clatters to the ground, red powder fills his eyes.

“Gah, jesus, not that shit again.” His eyes sting, and as he pats the ground for Beacon he hears the scrape of metal moving away from him. Beacons hilt disappears into the mist, dragged slowly back by The Moth’s foot. 

Duck looks up at him through watering eyes, trying not to breath in the dust. 

“Well, you got me at your mercy. You gonna start gloatin about your evil plans or some shit?”

A light, sharp laugh, “Why would I waste my time in such a way? Oh no, I shall be making off with my prize. And making sure you don’t follow me.”

He raises his foot, and Ducks vision whites out on one side as he crumples. 

He should be more worried about the villain getting away with the schematics for the ApCorps latest government security features. 

Mostly, he’s worried he’ll have a black eye tomorrow. 

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“Hel-oh goodness, Duck, your eye.” Indrid opens the door a half second before Duck knocks, then quickly cups his cheeks to take a closer look.

“Looks worse than it is, sugar, don’t worry. And, uh, surprise.” He produces a small bouquet of Irises from he behind his back. Indrid beams, taking them with squeak of delight. 

“They’re lovely, but what’s the occasion?” He’s smiling almost like he knows, almost like he just wants to hear him say it. 

“Know, uh, know I said I wanted to take things slow, but I realized we been datin a month I ain’t given you anythin.”

“You bought me coffee that first time. And we have each bought dinner for the other multiple times.” Indrid takes his hand, drawing him inside.  

“I know but, well, kinda wanted to do somethin a little more special.”

“Any time with you is special.” 

Duck snorts, “Cornball.”

Indrid kisses, “I learned from the best.”

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“What can I say, I learned from the best.” Indrid grins at The Knight, who is currently hanging upside down in an elegantly simple snare. 

“I got the idea from that unpleasant sword of yours. Keep your enemy tied up nice and tight to keep them out of your OW, ow, alright I should have seen that coming.” His glasses are now cracked from the Knight headbutting him.

“I’m impressed you could manage that upside down.”

“Drop these fuckin chains off me and I’ll show you somethin real impressive.”

Indrid tilts his head, ��Tempting, but I have a pressing engagement tomorrow morning. Not to mention I need to get this,” he pats the painting he just lifted from the house of a man with a gold toilet, “somewhere safe. Until we meet again.” He offers a mocking salute, and takes flight.

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“Again?” Indrid offers, pressed against warm, sweat-tinged expanse of Duck’s chest, his heart beating in time with the rapid rise and fall of Ducks breathing.

“Nope. Not that the body and mind ain’t willin, but the mind and body also got work tomorrow. Damn that felt good.” He usually tops, but with Indrid he’s found it more variable; some nights, like tonight, the other man fucks him into the bed, or over the nearest table, or however far they get before Duck can’t stand waiting anymore. Other nights, Indrid gets on all fours so Duck can fuck him with the strap, drops to his knees before they make it past the entryway, tugging at Duck’s belt buckle with little whimpers. 

“Mmmm, it was magnificent my love.” Indrid goes stone still in his arms as that last syllable flutters in the air.

Duck brushes strands of pale hair from his forehead, “I love you too, ‘Drid.”

His boyfriend flops down in relief, “oh thank goodness that’s the way it went.”

“As if I could feel any other way about you.”

Indrid mutters something that might be “cornball” into his chest, yawns and nestles closer with whisper of “love my teddy bear.”

“Love you too, sugar.”

Shit.

He’s in love with Indrid. 

Bad things happen to superhero love interests. Very bad things. He can’t bear losing him, but no one beside the other members of the Pine Gaurd know his secret identity. He’s not ready to tell him yet. Soon, but not yet. 

Indrid rolls sleepily onto his side and Duck goes with him, turning into the little spoon in his embrace. God, what if an enemy decides to kidnap him, hurt him, just to get to Duck?

Then again, no villain has singled him out, save for one. 

Which he’ll need to deal with that one as soon as he can. 

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“Give up while you still can, Moth!” 

“Not a chance.” Indrid hisses back, clutching the gash on his arm from the sword. What has gotten into the Knight today? Usually he only fights Indrid the amount needed to stop whatever crime he’s busy committing. 

Today he’s trying to destroy him. 

He’s been training, that much is clear, he has new moves that Indrid finds difficult to anticipate in a fight, and a fire in his eyes that heightens Indrid’s guard. 

As he flits out of reach of yet another strike, his goal of thievery long forgotten in favor of not getting chopped in half, he tries to determine the source of the change. What would make him fight harder?

Duck. He’d burn this city to the ground, tear every hero in it to pieces, if Duck were in danger. 

He reaches the edge of the building, but before stepping off to safety he turns.

“You win tonight, Knight. But do give that new lover of yours my regards.”

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“Hey, Indrid?”

“Yes?” His boyfriend looks up from his sketches. 

“I was wonderin if, uh, if you’d like to go to a  fancier place than normal? Barclay got me an in at La Lune, thought we could go on Friday. There’s, uh, there’s somethin I wanna talk about.”

“Is is a marriage proposal or breaking up with me?”

“What? No!”

Indrid chuckles, “I am teasing. Mostly.” He bounces his eyebrows and Duck rolls his eyes in response. 

“Thought afterwards, might be nice to go out to the park and stargaze, tell you what I need to in private.”

“That sounds lovely, my love.”

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The stars are aligning in Indrid’s favor this week. 

Yesterday, when the Knight tried to corner him on his way out of his lair, he took the gamble of getting close, earning him the reward of landing a deep slash on The Knight’s cheek. One he won’t be able to heal by tonight. Whether he’s in his hero get-up or his civilian clothes, Indrid will be able to spot him. 

And tonight, he has it on good authority that the Knight will be appearing in this block of the city.  The same block on which sits La Lune. Indrid can go to dinner with his boyfriend right after removing the biggest threat to said boyfriend. 

He’s perched on the roof of the restaurant, steering clear of the large skylight. His glasses scan the streets, the windows all around him. 

But this is taking longer than anticipated. He hasn’t looked too far into the futures for the night, since his growing romantic side wants whatever Duck tells him to be a true surprise. 

He pulls out his phone, swipes to his conversation with Duck. Beneath the photo of a Scarlet Tanager Duck sent him from his work at the ranger station he types, running behind, will be there shortly after 7.

He receives back, NP, see you soon sugar with a kissy face. 

The minutes tick by, the spring sun setting inch by inch behind the downtown skyline. At 7:05, he peeks through the skylight, spots Duck. He can’t see his face all the way in the mood lighting of the restaurant, but he knows his gait, his profile. 

At 7:30 there is still no sign of his nemesis. He’s been scanning and staring and searching, looking at his phone only once after it buzzes many times. He has four missed calls and five texts

Duck: ETA? Damn, this place is even fancier than I thought. 

Duck: Everything okay? If you’re close, I can order us some appetizers so you don’t got to wait to eat. 

Duck: Can’t wait to see you.

Duck: Are you still coming? Are you okay? 

Duck: Sugar?

That last one comes as he’s reading the others. He peers down through the skylight, sees Duck stare at his phone for a ten count, gnawing his lip. Then he looks up at the sky, eyes shut, as if weighing a decision. 

Indrid’s heart plummets. 

There’s a gash on Duck’s cheek. 

A gash he put there. 

Every coincidence, every strange incident he’d pushed to side, lost in the happiness of their courtship, floods his mind. 

Suddenly, he knows what Duck was going to tell him. 

With shaking fingers, he types,

So sorry, my battery died at the worst of all times, I borrowed a charger from a good samaritan. I’m nearly there. 

It takes him two and a half minutes to descend the building and change into his evening wear that he stashed nearby. 

At three minutes, he’s walking through the doors, Duck jumping up and hugging him before he even makes the table.

“Sorry for, uh, textin so much, I guess I got a bit nervous. Y’know how shit can get here; can be walkin home and suddenly a supervillain is wreckin shit and you’re collateral.”

“I understand.” He takes his seat, Duck relaxing into the chair opposite him, “in fact, my love, I understand a great deal.”

Indrid reaches into his pocket, producing a pair of red glasses. He slips them on, knowing the other diners will think nothing of it. 

“I look familiar, don’t I?”

Duck stares so long, moving so little, that Indrid fears he sent him into some kind of shock. 

“Get out. Now.” Duck’s tone is level, his eyes glinting with threat. 

“Duck, please, I, I want to explain-”

“Out. I ain’t gonna tangle with you tonight, but I don’t wanna see you ever again.”

Wordlessly, Indrid removes the glasses, and walks into the night.

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Indrid is out of ideas. 

For the first week after his confession, he searched the futures religiously for any sign that Duck would come after him, would reveal his apartment to the other heroes. 

It never came. 

He hasn’t stolen anything in two months. 

He sent a single apology letter to Duck, doing his best to explain the situation. Watched the futures narrow down to a single one; Duck reading it, then tearing it up. 

He even sent anonymous notes to the Pine Guard, altering them to several oncoming disasters or the kind of supervillainy that has a body count. 

Wounded pride, a loss of purpose, a wave of self-loathing, and a dozen other complexly unpleasant emotions could form the center of his world. 

But it all comes down to one simple feeling: he misses Duck. Misses his smile, his sense of humor, his strange laugh, the safety he felt by his side, and endless list of things stripped from his life by his own actions. 

Which is why it has come to this.

He sets up the camera, and starts recording.

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“Hey, Duck, I think you should see this.”

Duck plods into the main control room, where Ned is fiddling with the video feed while Aubrey waves him to sit by her.

“I swear to fuck if it’s that police chief tryin to recruit us again-”

“Nah, Aubrey and I finally got through to him.” Mama tosses out from the corner where she’s busily whittling a wooden duck. 

The screen flickers blue, and then Duck feels the opposing pulls of revulsion and longing as Indrid’s face appears. His glasses are off, but he’s otherwise in his full villain get-up.

“Hello Duck, and, ah, I assume the rest of the Pine Guard. It is fine with me if you all listen in, but this message is ultimately for him.”

Barclay reaches over Ned to hit pause, “Duck?”

“Y’all can stay.”

The video resumes. 

“I have two messages. The first is an apology; not necessarily for the things I have stolen, but for any genuine harm I caused other people, yourselves included. And I apologize once again, and as many more times as you require, Duck, for not telling you the truth sooner. In my defense, there is no easy way to admit to the man you love that you are a supervillain. All the same, I ought to have been brave enough to try, for your sake.” 

Indrid sits up and Duck leans forward. 

“My second message is that I am retiring from supervillainy. I could say something about a change of view on the world in general, but the truth is that villainy is less interesting without an equal to rival and banter with me. And, well, I am sure I can find other ways to fill my days. Especially if the man I care for is by my side. I should be clear that my retirement is not contingent on you reaching out to me again, Duck. Merely that it is something you may wish to know. Ah, I suppose that is all. This is the Moth, signing off for the last time. I’m sorry again, Duck. I love you.”

“Think it’s a bluff?” Aubrey asks as the screen goes dark.

“No, as one who has mastered the art of insincerity, I do not believe so.” Ned responds, switching on the lights.

Duck, for his part, says nothing.

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Indrid rolls off the bed at the knock, rubbing his eyes as he trudges to the door, too tired to look at the futures. 

“How can I…” 

The sight of Duck Newton on his doorstep elicits so many emotions that he short circuits. 

“Hey.”

“Hello.”

“So, retiring huh?”

“Yes.” He fights the urge to chew his nails. 

“Guess that means you’re free to talk right now?”

“Indeed.” He steps back, allowing Duck to step in and shut the door.

“Great, Because we got a lot to talk about. But, uh, first.”

He cups Indrids cheeks, kissing him so lovingly that the former villain melts against him, gripping the front of his ranger jacket the way a falling man grasps at a cliff. 

“I missed you so much.” He whispers, and before he has time to hate the crack in his voice, Duck is kissing him again, guiding him slowly and surely to the couch, murmuring in between kisses.

“Missed you too, so much, goddamn, couldn’t stop thinkin about you, love you so much ‘Drid, wanna make things right, we’re gonna make ‘em right, I promise.”

Indrid glances at the futures, sees that in all of them they do, in fact, end up having a long, serious conversation, one that ends in even softer kisses and Duck curled around him in his bed. 

But there’s still a few more minutes for him to savor being here, safe and secure, in the arms of his hero. 

[imaginethathaikyuu]

okay but i think i have the best nsfw request(you can ignore it if u want because it’s so dirty i’m sorry-) but imagine akashi x fem!gf doing the do? but like pet play? idk how it would start but i have a hc like many another’s that akashi calls his s/o kitten, so she dresses up as a sultry cat kinda thing? and like she’s all ‘naughty’ and gets spanked? i am so sorry

first of all this is the best request i’ve ever gotten second of all, forgive me for my sins 

fem readerword count: 3435nsfw - mild pet play, mild degradation, spanking and a very dominant akaashi keiji

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“I’m home…” Akaashi calls after walking in the door. Usually when he’s home this late, you’re already preparing dinner, but today, the kitchen was empty.  “…Y/N?” 

He assumes you’d be in the bedroom - he hoped you didn’t have a bad day. That’s often where you go to sulk until he gets home, and there have been many days that he gets home to find you there. 

But you had the day off, so something really bad must’ve happened at the grocery store or in the garden if you were already in bed. 

He loosens his tie as he walks to your shared bedroom. “Babe, you in here?” he asks as he opens the door, and he finds his answer right in front of him. 

There you sit on the bed, perched up on your knees, proudly showing off the outfit you wore: high waisted panties, a lacy bra, and a collar; all black. To top it off, a cat ear headband was on your head, two little black triangles stick out from your hair. 

“Y/N… what is this, babe?” 

You were give him the sweetest smile you could, standing up just a bit more on your knees with your hands rested flat on the bed in front of you. 

“Just something different,” you reply. Akaashi slowly starts walking towards you. “Do you like it?” 

When he stands in front of you, he gets a better look up and down your body. Your boobs were just about to pop out of the bra you wore, and you pushing them together with your arms wasn’t helping. Your thighs look delicious - he couldn’t wait to get his hands and mouth on them. And the collar you were wearing suited you well; there was a cute golden accent on the front, as well as a heart shaped tag hanging from it. 

“I love it,” he replies. He takes the tag of your collar between his fingers and held it up, just to see if it said anything - and it did, in fact, it reads ‘Keiji’s Kitten’ engraved in cursive font. 

“You’re my kitten, huh?” he asks with a smirk, and you nod. He places his large hand on the right side of your face, caressing your jaw and rubbing your cheek with his thumb. 

He pulls your face up to his - you have to sit up straighter on your knees so your lips reach his, and his kiss is rough, hard, and impatient. But it’s also short. 

“You did a good job at dressing the part, pretty girl,” he says. “But kittens aren’t allowed on the bed.” 

“Where am I meant to be, then, Keiji?” 

He smirks at your tone - your words sounded just as demanding as his. “On the floor,” he replies, kissing you one last time for good measure. “On your knees.” 

You sit back down, shaking your head. “But the bed is so comfortable.” 

“But you’re my kitten, and you have to do as I say.” He pulls his tie off, letting it fall to the ground. “So be good, kitten.” 

You slide down to the floor, albeit reluctantly. “And what if I’m not good?” 

When you’re situated on your knees in front of him, Akaashi unbuttons the top buttons of his shirt. “Bad kittens don’t get rewarded… and I’m sure you want to be rewarded just a much as I want to reward you, right, baby?” 

You nod eagerly. 

He drops the facade for a second, holding your cheek with one hand. “You look so good in this,” he says, his voice quieter than before. He brushes your hair out of your face with his free hand, tucking it behind your ear. “What’s all this for?” 

“For you,” you reply quickly, smiling up at him. You place your hand on top of his, “for us to have a little fun,” and then you kiss his palm quickly.

“We’re going to have so much fun, kitten,” Akaashi sighs. “You look so fucking hot… and you’re all mine.” 

It was rare that Akaashi was possessive - but how could he not be, when you’re sat in front of him, wearing a collar with his name on it? 

“All yours,” you reply - and something about hearing you say that drives him wild. 

He takes your hand and pulls it up to the button of his pants, and you quickly undo them. 

“Say that again,” he demands. 

“I’m all yours, Keiji,” you repeat. “You own me.” 

He nods, a moan escaping his parted lips. “Again.” 

“You own me, Keiji.” 

“I own you,” he says back to you. Things are moving slowly, but his mind is already racing. 

“Take these off for me,” he says to you, referring to his pants. You pull them off with little struggle, leaving him in his grey boxer briefs. 

You always appreciated the tightness of the underwear Akaashi chose to wear - especially in times like these. You can see a perfect outline of his cock, which looks to you like it’d grown to its full potential, resting against his thigh. 

And Akaashi sees you eyeing his length - he has to tease you about it. 

“See what you do to me, kitten?” he asks, putting his hand on your jaw. “See how hard you made me, just from this? Just from that sexy outfit you’re wearing?” 

He pulls your face closer, and your nose nudges against his member. His familiar scent fills your nostrils and you can’t stop yourself from pressing an open mouthed kiss right against the ridge of the head of his cock. 

“Not yet,” he says, but you don’t listen and kiss his length again. He pulls your face back just a bit, “you really want it that bad?” 

You nod, “yes, Kei - please.” 

“You’ll have to use my full name if you want to get what you want, Y/N,” he replies. 

“I’m sorry, Keiji.” 

“Better,” he says. “You can touch - but you can’t use your mouth.” 

“Why not?” 

He runs his thumb over your bottom lip, only now noticing the light pink lipstick you wore. 

“Because it’s dirty,” he replies. 

“No it isn’t,” you say with a giggle. 

“Play along,” he says under his breath, and you giggle even louder. 

“You aren’t well behaved enough to deserve my cock in your mouth, kitten.” 

You pout, but you don’t hesitate to run your palm along his entire length. You press your thumb into his tip, noticing the wetness that had accumulated there, and you want to taste his pre-cum more than anything. 

“Can you take them off?” you ask, referring to his underwear. 

“You can,” he replies, and you do. When you pull them down his tanned legs, his cock stands before you. It’s hard and long and his tip is red; the vein on the underside is prominent as ever, and your urge to run your tongue across it is strong, but you hold back. 

Instead you wrap your fingers around the base, which is thick and heavy in your hand, and you tug ever so slowly until your thumb rests on the underside of the head. He gasps loudly, and you watch pre-cum leak from the tip - and you can’t help it. You have to taste it, you have to wrap your lips around him, you have to have his gorgeous cock in your mouth. 

But as quick as your tongue flicks over the tip of his dick, he pulls your face away with a hand tight in your hair. 

“What do you think you’re doing, kitten? I said you can’t use your mouth.” 

“That’s so mean, Keiji, I need it -” 

“You can’t be patient?” 

With a pout, you shake your head. 

“Patient girls get what they want - you don’t deserve my cock, kitten.” 

“Keiji -” 

“Don’t talk back,” he replies. His thumb grazes your lip again, “this mouth could be put to good use, if you would behave. It could be full of my cock, baby. But you don’t deserve it, you only deserve a punishment.” 

You nod at his words, and he smirks. “You want to be punished?” Again, you nod your head, your eyes sharply looking up at him. “How should I punish you?” 

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, but Akaashi pulls it free with his thumb. He isn’t sure what you’re going to say, or why your face is suddenly going red. 

“I want you to spank me,” you say, attempting to keep your voice confident. 

Akaashi’s eyes widen just a bit. He wasn’t expecting you’d say that. 

“Are you… serious?” 

You nod, and again, the roleplay is briefly paused. 

“Are you sure?” 

“Yes, Keiji,” you say, taking his hand into yours. 

He’d never even attempted to do that - spanking seemed to take it too far, if you asked him. He never thought you’d ask him to do it, and he definitely never thought he’d be considering it.  

“I don’t want to hurt you, kitten, that’s not what I meant by punishment,” he replies. 

“I know,” you say. “But you won’t be hurting me in a bad way, it’ll feel… good.” 

He wonders how long you had been wanting him to do something like that to you - obviously, you surprising him with your current outfit had been a plan of yours for awhile, so there could have been a dozen different things up your nonexistent sleeve. 

It couldn’t hurt to try, he decides. 

“Okay, kitten. You should lead the way… how should we do this?” 

“You’re the one in charge,” you giggle. “I could… lay across your lap…” 

“Would you like that?” 

You nod slowly, your face a burning red once again. 

“Then stand up,” he says, and you do so. “And turn around.” 

He hadn’t gotten a view of your ass all night - and now that it was in front of him, he couldn’t take his eyes - or hands - off of it. 

“So fucking hot,” he says quietly, standing behind you. He wraps one arm around your waist, pushing your backside into him, and you feel his hard length pressing into your ass. With his other hand, he squeezes and massages your exposed skin. 

“You could be getting more than this,” he whispers into your ear. “Do you feel how hard I am for you?” 

You throw your head back onto his shoulder, and his lips attack to your neck as he grinds his length against you. 

He taps your ass with one finger, as if he was building up to the real thing. But all you can focus on is the heat pooling in your underwear, your clit throbbing for attention. You try to sneak your hand down to give yourself some release, but he pushes it away. 

“You’re really excited for that punishment, aren’t you?” 

You can’t help but whine at his words, and then he pulls away from you. 

He sits on the edge of the bed with his back to the headrest. He raises one knee onto the bed, and leaves the other hanging off. 

“Come here, kitten,” he says, and you make the short walk over to him. “Between my legs,” he instructs when you hesitate. 

You stand between his legs like he told you to, and he pushes you down with a hand flat on your back so you’re bent over his knee. Your body is resting on the bed, but you’re holding yourself upright standing on the ground. 

“Are you comfortable?” he asks, unsure if this position was even good for you. You nod. He takes a deep breath, and before even touching you he asks, “What’s our safe word, kitten?” 

You smile at his concern, immediately remembering the safe word you two agreed on years ago. “Red,” you reply. 

You’d never had to use it, thankfully, but you knew having it made Akaashi more comfortable.  

He places his hand on your back and moves it down slowly, watching your face as he does so. 

“Is this going to help you learn your lesson, my little kitten?” His hand rests on your ass now, and he gives it a rough squeeze. “Answer me.” 

“Maybe,” is your response.  

You hear him click his tongue, and that’s when you know he’s just as into this as you are. 

“You’re so naughty, kitten,” he says. “Maybe you’ll be more respectful with my handprint on your ass…” 

He raises his hand only slightly, then brings it back down against your skin, spanking you with mostly just his fingers. It wasn’t a hard spank by any means, and it hardly made a sound when he made contact, but he’d build up. 

His palm caresses the curve of your ass as if he was preparing it to be his target, and then he raises his hand again. This time higher, with more purpose, and the smack the contact caused was more satisfying than he thought it’d be. 

Your hips jerk forward, though, and your legs squeeze together - the view was hot, but a part of him was worried. 

“You okay?” 

“Yeah,” was your response - it was more of a moan than anything. 

“Count them,” he demands, “until ten.” 

He raises his hand again - smack!

“Three -” you choke out, feeling breathless and already reeling in the sensation of his large hand assaulting your ass. 

“No, kitten, the first two don’t count. And neither does that one,” he says, raising his hand once again and dropping it against your flesh without hesitation. 

He was getting the hang of it already.

“O-One,” you stutter as he’s caressing your sensitive skin. 

Smack! 

“Two.” 

Akaashi was relentless. He showed you no mercy, he watched your ass shake every time his hand fell down upon it and he couldn’t get enough. Every time your hips would shoot forward, every time your legs would squeeze together, every time you moaned out the next number, it only encouraged him to keep going. 

And you felt it - each spank stung more than the last. Even though it was painful, you loved it - his hand was made to leave your ass spanked raw. 

When he gets to ten, your ass cheek is bright red - it doesn’t quite have an exact handprint, but the redness is enough for him. 

“Have you learned your lesson yet?” he asks, rubbing the small of your back. All you do is nod. “Then you can sit up now, kitten.” 

You do so slowly, and he pulls you to sit on his opposite leg. 

“How was that?” he asks. 

All you want is him, and there’s no way you can have any form of a conversation after what he’d just done to you. So you nod, and you force yourself to look him in his eyes. 

“I need you, Keiji, please.” 

“Look at you, using your manners. Such a good girl,” he coos, putting your headband back in its place on your head after you had knocked it off. “So good that I’ll let you stay on the bed while I fuck you.” 

“Thank you,” you reply. Your hands are on his shoulders, your eyes are stuck on his lips. You don’t notice his hand making its way between your legs until you feel his fingers making contact on your clit. 

When you gasp, he smirks. 

“Something wrong?” 

“Kei…” 

He presses his fingers against you hard. “Didn’t I say no nicknames?” 

“Keiji.” 

“Better,” he whispers. His hand moves up to your waist, and he holds you delicately, before grabbing the waistband of your underwear, pulling it back, and snapping it against your skin. 

“You look great in this outfit, kitten,” he says, “but I want it all off.” 

You nod and unclasp your bra while still balancing on his lap. Akaashi pulls it off of you, letting it fall to the ground. 

“You should take your shirt off,” you say. 

“Go ahead, babe.” 

He was getting cocky now - you could hear it in his voice, you could feel it in the way he touched you. 

As you unbuttoned his shirt, he slid your underwear down your legs to your knees slowly. 

“Just how wet did getting spanked make you?” And then his fingers slide between your lips, and he finds his answer. “You’re dripping, you’re ready for my cock, aren’t you, kitten?” 

“Y-Yes -” 

“Say it.” 

“I’m ready for your cock.” 

“Then lay down, kitten,” he demands, and you listen. 

You lay across the bed on your back, and Akaashi quickly pulls his shirt off before hovering over you. You kick off your underwear, as well as letting the headband slip off. The collar is still in place, though. 

You’re so excited to finally get the satisfaction you’ve been craving all night, but instead of fucking you senseless, all Akaashi does is kiss your neck. You can feel his cock on your thigh and it only makes you more frustrated. 

“Keiji…” 

“Hm?” 

You groan. “Keiji!” 

“If you want it… fucking beg for it.” 

“Keiji,” you moan. “Please, Keiji.” You aren’t sure where this is coming from. “I need you.” Nor what has gotten into Akaashi to make him so dominant and bossy and hot. “I’m begging, Keiji, I’m begging for your perfect fucking cock to fill me up.” But you do know that you wanted him bad - and you’d beg for him as much as it took. 

But what you said was enough, apparently. He said nothing else - while resting his forehead on your shoulder, he made sure to look down and watch as his entire length slipped inside of you easily - way too fucking easily. You were greedy in how you accepted his cock and it made his head spin. 

“Tight,” he wasn’t sure how he’d gone so long without this. “So fucking tight.” 

Your heat awakened something in him, as if turning on a motor, and his hips make quick thrusts into you. It was uncontrollable - and he can’t stop watching as his cock repeatedly pounds into your delicate entrance. 

And he’s completely unaware of his groans and moans and growls, but you’re drinking them up. His voice is deep. It’s throaty, husky, sexy. Each time he says your name, you say his right back to him. Each time you ask him to go harder, faster, deeper, he delivers. And when you warn him of your approaching orgasm, his hand spanks your ass with a loud slap. 

“You don’t cum until I say so.” 

“But I’m close.” 

“Are you, kitten?” 

He finally looks at you, his face now hovering over yours. His thrusts slowed down as he spoke, but not enough for you to notice. 

“Yes, I’m gonna cum -” 

“You poor thing,” he teases. “Because you don’t get to cum any time soon.” 

“Keiji -” 

“Are you still close, baby?” 

You nod, too busy focusing on holding back your orgasm to talk. 

“You pathetic little kitten,” he says. “Am I going to have to let you cum early?” 

“Yes, yes, please,” you beg. 

He presses his lips to your ear and whispers, “cum for me.” And it’s breathy and if you weren’t paying attention, you wouldn’t have been able to understand him. “Cum for me, my little kitten. Cum around this cock you begged so much for.” 

That’s all it took - you didn’t need to be told again. Everything coming together - his dick filling you, his weight on top of you, his voice in your ear, it all causes you to cum for him with nothing but thoughts of Keiji going through your mind and body. 

You could hardly hear anything else he said - but you felt his cum shooting into you, so you knew he came, too. 

After both of your orgasms are finished, things finally slow down. Akaashi loosens his hold on you and he rubs your side gently while both of you catch your breath. 

“Y/N…” he says weakly as he slips out of you and attempts to move his body off of yours. 

“Stay,” you say, holding him in place. 

“Okay, okay.” 

He stays on top of you for a few minutes; in that time, you both revel in the feeling of your bodies feeling weak and tired yet good and tingly at the same time. 

“We need a bath, babe… are you okay? Was that okay?” 

“It was perfect.” 

He finally sits up and you let him. When you look at him, you see his red cheeks and flirty smile. 

“You liked it?” 

“You were hot.” 

“Says you,” he scoffs. “You and that collar.” 

“You’re the one who gave me the idea with that nickname.” 

“Thanks for giving me all the credit,” he chuckles. “But make sure you put that outfit away for safekeeping. We will be using it again.” 

[girlgrouptrash101]

MiMo (Twice) - Holiday

Request: “Twice Mina and Momo went back to japan during their break. Mina pretended to have a guy who she really liked. But all that was just to tease momo and make her jealous, and end off with a confession to momo and smut”

Warnings: smut, swearing (kinda), u get it its NSFW

Word Count: 1,887 Words

A/N: well this is the first time i’ve posted an idol x idol scenario on this blog so i hope it doesn’t suck

- C

Mina watched Momo’s sleeping figure as she curled up in the small aeroplane seat, her head resting on Mina’s shoulder. The girls were finally given time off, unfortunately, Sana was still participating in extra activities back in Korea, but her family visited her just a week prior, so she was okay with it.

As soon as the pilot announced that there were just ten minutes to landing, Mina looked over at the pretty girl on her shoulder. She didn’t want to disturb Momo and have her move away from Mina, but she knew she had to so they could both be ready to get off the plane when it touched down.

“Hey, Momo, it’s time to wake up. We’re almost there,” Mina said softly, nudging Momo out of her slumber. After the girl had woken up a bit, she thanked Mina for waking her, offering a sleepy smile that made Mina’s heart race faster than usual. It seemed Momo always had that effect on the younger girl, and Mina never quite knew how to handle it. So, she just looked away shyly, smiling a little while she put her phone and headphones back into the handbag she’d taken onto the plane with her.

-

The girls had decided to spend a couple of days in Japan together before they went to visit family, wanting to go and see a few tourist attractions and just relax a bit from their hectic lives that never really stopped.

That’s how Mina and Momo found themselves lying next to one another on the double bed in their room, scrolling absentmindedly on their phones after the flight. Once they landed, they decided to go for a quick meal and then head back to sleep. They had plenty planned for the next couple of days, and they didn’t want to tire themselves out too much before they got to see or do anything.

“Hey Minari, what’re you smiling at?” Momo asked, turning onto her side to face the girl in question.

“Ah I was just chatting to an old friend from high school, it’s been so long since I’ve talked to him and we were just catching up.” Momo quirked a brow, now putting down her phone and paying her whole attention to Mina now.

“A guy, huh? Is he nice?” Momo asked, not liking the feeling brewing in her stomach at the thought of someone else putting a smile on Mina’s face; that should be her job only. Mina noticed the drop in Momo’s tone, and she decided to keep going with it to see if she could get the older girl jealous of someone else talking to her.

“Yeah, he’s really sweet. I missed him a lot and we’re just arranging a time to meet up while I’m here.” Mina said, eyes locking with Momo’s. She gulped a little, noticing the pissed off look on Momo’s face.

“We came to Japan to spend some time together, and you’re gonna leave me for some dude?” Momo asked, moving her body a little closer to Mina’s to emphasize how serious she was being right now, not wanting to be taken as a joke.

“It’s not that big of a deal, we see each other all the time, right? I can spare a day or two to catch up with an old friend, can’t I?” Mina tried to hide her smile as Momo rolled her eyes, she knew she was getting somewhere with the older girl now.

“I know we see each other every day, but not like this. I wanted to spend time with you when it’s just us, because I have a lot of things that I’ve been meaning to tell you, Minari.” Momo looked deep into Mina’s eyes after saying the nickname that the younger girl was so fond of.

“So… tell me Momo. Tell me now, I don’t want you to have to wait any longer.” Mina replied, moving ever closer to Momo, the space between the two of them getting much smaller than it ever had been before.

“Alright… Hear me out, don’t interrupt me, yeah?” Momo said, waiting for Mina to nod, before taking the girl’s hand in her own. Their fingers intertwined naturally as Momo gathered her thoughts.

“I... really like you, Mina, I have for a long time, but I’ve never really had the chance, or the confidence, to tell you, until now,” Momo said earnestly, trying to show the girl that she was being serious. Mina felt a blush coat on her cheeks as she realised that her previously unrequited love… just might not have been so unrequited after all.

“I really like you too, Momo. I have for a while now, but I never thought that you felt the same.” She said, squeezing Momo’s hand affectionately. The girls just lay there for a while, smiling and blushing as they chatted away. Soon they were relaxing in a comfortable silence, before Momo decided to speak up.

“You know what else I’ve really been meaning to do on this holiday, Minari?” Momo whispered out, brushing a few strands of hair from Mina’s face.

“What, unnie?” Mina asked, a smirk gracing her lips as she watched Momo’s eyes darken at the name.

“Show you just what you’ve been missing.” And when those words left the older girl’s mouth, it was Mina who made the first move, pressing an eager kiss to Momo’s lips.

Soon Momo had moved so she was on top of Mina, the kiss turning deeper with each second that ticked by. Momo pulled away to kiss Mina’s neck, sucking and biting the soft skin, before licking to soothe the marks she left behind. Leaning up with her hands beside Mina’s head, she whispered something that sent shivers down the younger one’s spine.

“Let me make you feel good, baby.”

Momo pulled Mina’s top off before removing her own, her lips going back to Mina’s as soon as she was finished. Her hands soon wandered behind Mina’s back, swiftly unhooking the girl’s bra and letting it fall from her frame.

Momo kneeled up to look at the sight in front of her, smirking as her fingers trailed along Mina’s core. Mina felt nervous under her gaze and moved to cover herself up until Momo stopped her.

“Don’t be shy around me baby, you’re beautiful. Don’t hide it.” She whispered in her member’s ear, kissing her lobe before moving down to give her breasts the same treatment.

Mina was soon a moaning mess beneath her, Momo’s eager mouth was leaving behind all kinds of marks that Mina knew she’d be admiring in the mirror in the morning.

Both girls were on cloud nine, the only sound being heard were ones of pleasure and longing, both of them giving into feelings that were harboured for a long time.

Momo’s kisses moved lower until she was at the waistband of Mina’s jeans. Her hands moved to unbutton them, looking up for permission from the younger girl. With one swift nod and the way Mina was biting her lip, Momo knew Mina wanted this just as much as she did.

Mina was soon laid bare for Momo’s eyes to drink her in, and she just couldn’t help herself. She was soon nipping and kissing at Mina’s inner thighs, smiling at the way her chest arched and the breathy moans escaping her plush lips.

She soon found her way to Mina’s core, her breath hitching as she saw how soaked the girl was, just for her. She kissed just above her centre, motivated by the whine coming from above to continue her movements.

Momo licked flat against Mina’s slit, drawing a moan from the younger’s lips. Mina tried desperately to hold back as Momo pleased her, but the girl was so skilled with her tongue that everything just tumbled from her lips, her mind going blank from the euphoric feeling of Momo between her legs.

Momo was getting lost in Mina’s taste, moaning against her as she worked on her clit, already knowing she was hooked on the girl and that she was never going to get enough. Sucking on her clit, Momo knew Mina was coming close. She dug her nails into the girl’s thighs as she continued her work, eating her out like she was her last meal.

Mina’s hands came down to thread into Momo’s hair. She only went faster, working hard to make the girl come, hearing how desperate her moans were becoming.

Before she could register, Mina was coming hard, her moans getting caught in her throat before being released in one loud scream of Momo’s name. Her body rode each wave of her orgasm as Momo kept going slowly to help prolong the wondrous feeling.

She was panting now, her hands loosening in the older girl’s hair as she came back to her senses. She was soon pulling Momo back up to her, tasting herself on the girl’s tongue as she kissed her.

Mina used her hands to push on Momo’s shoulders so her back was on the mattress, before moving to hold herself over Momo as she moved to kiss her once again. Her wandering hands trailed down to Momo’s shorts, hastily unbuttoning them. She pulled away from the kiss and pulled any remaining clothes from Momo’s body, not wanting any barriers between their bodies.

Mina’s held Momo’s thighs, gripping them between her fingers as she kissed Momo desperately. She noticed Momo’s breathing pick up, and how her hand went to the back of Mina’s head to pull on the baby hairs on the back of her neck.

“Mina I- I need you to fuck me, baby, please,” Momo whispered out, her voice coming out as a rasp. She needed Mina, and she needed her now.

The younger girl didn’t hesitate any longer, lowering herself down and kissing Momo’s toned stomach. She took her two middle fingers, rubbing them around Momo’s

folds and brushing off her clit until they were soaked in the girl’s arousal. She pushed them in Momo’s entrance easily, smirking at how Momo’s body arched from the mattress.

After a few pumps, Mina found herself moaning at the feeling of Momo. Both of them were letting noises slip from their mouths that they weren’t expecting.

“You’re so tight for me baby, fuck,” Mina growled out, making Momo whine at her dominant words.

Mina curled her fingers with each thrust, curling them to hit the sweet spot that made Momo moan louder every time.

Her moans turned into high pitched whines as Mina pushed her closer and closer to the edge.

Mina groaned and bit her lip as she felt Momo’s walls tighten around her fingers. Momo was in a euphoric state, riding out her orgasm on Mina’s fingers. She whined when she pulled them out, but soon snapped out of it to grab the younger girl’s hand and suck her own come off the digits.

“You’re so good to me baby,” Momo said, pulling Mina up and under the covers.

Bringing Momo flush against her body, Mina kissed her softly until they both felt the tiredness seeping in. With their eyelids barely being held open now, Momo said one last thing before they both drifted off into an undisturbed slumber.

“This is gonna be one hell of a fucking holiday.”

[cinnaminsvga]

💎 social media au where y/n gets locked inside her local gym and accidentally calls pornstar policeman roleplayer park jimin to help her out 💎

A/N: The next few parts will be mostly written in prose. Anyway... today is centered around Yoongi and Seungcheol, so let’s fucking get it! || W.C. 1.6K

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Min Yoongi sits waiting for Seungcheol on the steps outside Serendipity. His back is slouched and his hair looks like its been run through with his fingers at least a dozen times. He isn’t wearing his usual button-up shirt and black slacks, and Seungcheol has to stop and let himself take in his young professor in nothing more than a plain t-shirt and ripped skinny jeans. Something in his stomach––something that Seungcheol had thought was dead for months, resurfaces and flutters about. He swallows hard, and walks towards the brooding man.

“Professor.” Seungcheol keeps his voice low, almost afraid to startle him. Yoongi looks up from the ground slowly, eyes squinting at Seungcheol as if he was the sun whom he hadn’t seen in years. It takes a while for his eyes to adjust, and the younger waits as he blinks blearily back at him.

“Cheol.” His voice is hoarse, as if he had spent another twelve hours in the recording studio, screaming about the demons the always seemed to haunt him. Seungcheol wouldn’t be entirely surprised if he had. He scoots over and pats the small space beside him, and Seungcheol has to take a deep breath before placing himself beside his professor. From this close, he can smell the faint smell of alcohol and something that is just entirely Yoongi. The wings in his stomach tremble about.

“What are we doing here, Prof?”

Yoongi doesn’t answer for a while. He looks up behind him, and the two of them stare at the worn wooden sign spelling Serendipity on the front of the shop. Yoongi remembers the day Seokjin had bought the property, remembers telling him that the red paint clashed with the neon green lettering, but the eccentric man had brushed him off. Over the years, the neon green had washed off to look more like a muted green.

Kinda like me, Yoongi chuckles to himself, and Seungcheol only gazes at him in confusion. Yoongi doesn’t offer an explanation. Instead, he says “Have you ever wondered why all the bad shit almost always seems to start in this damned cafe?”

Seungcheol bites his lip, still watching his tired professor with hesitation. This conversation doesn’t seem like it’s going to be about school things, after all. “Not in particularly,” he says finally, fiddling his thumbs together. From the corner of his eye, he can see Yoongi watching the movement, and Seungcheol feels inclined to quicken his pace for whatever reason. “I think most of the shit that’s been going on recently all happened because we’re surrounded by the wrong people.”

Seungcheol only belatedly realizes what he said, and he’s about to splutter out an apology when Min Yoongi surprises him again by letting out a loud laugh. He’s never quite heard Yoongi laugh like this, with his head tilted back and gums on full display. He watches slack-jawed as his normally taciturn professor’s laughter dies down, tears of mirth lining his eyes. Yoongi shakes his head, a smile still present on his lips.

“Damn. You really got me there. You are absolutely, one-hundred percent correct, my young padawan.” He rubs Seungcheol’s shoulders amiably, and the younger can’t help but stiffen at the contact. Everything about this meeting was… weird. He couldn’t quite place what was wrong, so all he could do was wait until Yoongi finally decided to spit out what was going on inside his head.

He doesn’t have to wait long. “Cheol, tell me about Y/N,” he says suddenly, gaze turned to the empty street in front of them. Seungcheol takes this opportunity to memorize the lines on Yoongi’s face, the way his forehead was scrunched up and the purple hue underneath his eyelids was darker than it had been in weeks. As terrible as it was to admit, Yoongi looked old. Worn, tired, and in need of rest.

Seungcheol tries not to show his surprise. “What about her?”

Yoongi shrugs, waving his hand vaguely as he tries to find the proper words to ask. “I guess… I wanted to ask about your thoughts on her. She’s quite the special lady to you, is she not?”

Red petals bloom prettily across Seungcheol’s skin, and he coughs into his hand to hide himself from him. Yoongi peers at him from the side, a wistful smile peeking itself onto his own face. “Sorry, was that too direct?”

“No, no, it’s fine,” Seungcheol chokes out, thumping his own chest to try and calm his racing heart. It doesn’t work. “Just… It’s a bit sudden, that’s all. Why do you want to know?”

Yoongi shrugs again, except this time his shoulders seem to slouch deeper into his body, as if he was bracing himself from the cold. “Just… I wanted to know if what I’m doing is the right thing.”

“The right thing?” Seungcheol repeats, brows scrunched. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t pretend, Cheol. We both know about the rumors surrounding me and her. How I… seemed preoccupied by her presence,” he says, grinning despite himself. “Wow. That was such a shitty way of putting it. Anyway, you get what I mean.”

Seungcheol squirms uncomfortably in his seat, hands turning clammy at this sudden interrogation. Was Yoongi literally here to stake his claim on you? “I… I guess so. But yes, to answer your question, I do have a thing for Y/N. I’ve made it clear to her for a while now, and she rejected me once before.” Seungcheol chuckles darkly, shaking his head in defeat. “What a weak man I am… Like a moth unable to stay away from a flame… Yet, I find myself purging myself in her fire.”

Suengcheol isn’t quite sure what he expected Yoongi to do at his confession. Maybe he’d scream at him, telling him that he never deserved Y/N anyway and that it was great that he’d been rejected. Maybe he’d laugh at him, basking in the glory of knowing that he had thought he had a chance with you anyway. There were a number of ways for Yoongi to react, and Seungcheol was ready to brace himself for any of them.

He definitely hadn’t been ready for a hug.

“Prof?” Seungcheol gasps, feeling his professor’s thin arms wrapping him in a tight hug. He keeps his own arms by his sides, too awkward and too confused to do anything but gape at the elder. When Yoongi pulls away, there is a sad smile on his face, and he shakes his head in disbelief.

“Wow. We really both got rejected by the same girl, huh?”

Seungcheol freezes, staring incredulously at the other. “You confessed to her too?”

Yoongi nods his head, that devilish smirk still on his face. His cat-like eyes twinkle in the afternoon light, still as bright and alluring as when Seungcheol first met him. “I asked her last night. After the meeting, I brought her to my house to lay my feelings on the table. I got myself a bit drunk too, just so I could have the courage to say the things I wanted to say, but then she got herself a little too drunk too. In the end, I didn’t feel like it was right to tell her my feelings while she wasn’t herself.”

“But wait, you said she rejected you. You hadn’t even told her, though.”

The elder shakes his head, and finally the smirk drops. He wrings his pale hands, picking at the cuticles. Seungcheol notices that his knuckles are red and bloodied, and he is about to start fussing over him and run to grab some band-aids when Yoongi places that same bloodied hand over his. The wings in his stomach escalate to a crescendo.

“I didn’t have to ask. She already told me before I could even let the words escape my mouth,” he whispers, eyes downcast as he stares at his entwined hands. Seungcheol squeezes imperceptibly, but Yoongi still notices. He whips his gaze onto him, piercing through his skin. Seungcheol feels the butterflies reach his throat.

“She said many things, that night. The alcohol had loosened her tongue, but she only spoke about one man the entire night. Even if I had tried to stop her, she would switch the conversation back to him. It was no use.” HIs voice is low, as if he was sharing a secret with him. For whatever reason, his head is tilted closer to Seungcheol, and he has to suppress a gasp when the elder’s nose almost touches his own. It’s like being locked in a trance––a predator keeping his prey at bay as he slowly inches his way to him until––

Yoongi drops his head, nuzzling his face into his neck. Seungcheol lets out a winded gasp, almost as if he had the breath knocked right out of him. He tries to remove himself from his professor’s grasp, but his hold is stronger than it seems. In the end, Seungcheol doesn’t want to let go either.

“Professor?” He murmurs, placing a hesitant hand on his back. His other hand is still clasped around the professor’s. “Are you okay? Are you still drunk?”

Yoongi takes a staggering breath. Then, “No. I’m not, Cheol. I’m really not.”

Behind them, the coffee shop bustles on like normal. The college student working the cashier that day doesn’t bat an eye at the odd couple sitting outside the café’s steps, and he doesn’t think to report it to Seokjin.

For once in their lives, they can have their peace––even if it’s not for long.

Even with his tired, worn professor in his arms, Seungcheol can’t help his curiosity from escaping his tongue. “Who was the man Y/N was speaking about last night?”

Just as Yoongi was about to answer, a phone rings.

[river-phillips]

Determined to force herself out of her comfort zone, River suggests this ‘date’ gets a bit more lively with a trip to a club. She learns to let loose, and Charlie leans into it all and become an excellent dance teacher.

PART 1

@charliesfins

River felt the weight behind Charlie's words, even if they hadn't meant to put the sort of weight that River was feeling behind them. She gulped audibly. With all the talk of risk and sexiness, River decided to push herself out of her comfort zone. "Do you like to dance?" she asked, her hands white-knuckle tight on the steering wheel.

Charlie was thrilled River didn't want to go straight home, although she did seem really tense. Charlie hoped that was from nerves and not annoyance if keeping them around. They were pretty sure it was nerves. "I'd love to dance with you," they said. "Did you want to go out somewhere or just have it be me and you?”

River The addition of 'with you' made River blush even more than she already was. "I'm okay with either." That wasn't really true, but she'd do whatever Charlie decided. She just wanted to spend more time with them, really. "I just kinda...don't know how to dance. But I mean, it could be fun, right?"

Charlie found it adorable that River was so willing to so something outside their comfort zone. "I'm totally down with teaching you a few moves." Did grinding on someone count as teaching them to dance? "If we go somewhere with a party scene, we have the anonymity of being part of a crowd. I find I lose myself in that kind of situation, but if it's the kind of scene that would be too much, I respect that. Otherwise, it would be easier to hear each other speak while dancing alone, but we could end up with awkward silence if we like get too aware of ourselves or something." Charlie leaned back to give River more space to avoid making her feel pressured. "I am completely down for either option."

River was still gripping the steering wheel like her life depended on it. "P-Party...as long as you don't think everybody's gonna be looking at me weird?" She glanced over to Charlie with eyebrows raised, her face almost pathetically pleading.

Charlie leaned over to set one hand on top of River's. "No funny looks," they promised. Shifting back in their seat, Charlie couldn't help smirking. "If anyone stares, it will be because we look so hot. And we'll politely tell them to fuck the fuck off."

River Instead of tensing up more like she usually would, at Charlie's touch, River relaxed slightly, her grip loosening on the leather of the wheel. "Fuck the fuck off," she repeated under her breath with a smirk, nodding. "I like that." She started up the RV and took Charlie's directions to the club, her confidence waning a bit as she pulled up to the parking lot, but she tried to feed off of the confidence Charlie was giving off. "Well, here we are," she said, her voice literally cracking with nerves. "Lead the way."

Charlie waited for River to get out of the car and pulled her in with an arm slung around her shoulders. "Nothing to be afraid of. Do you have your ID? You're cute enough they might card you just to get a name." Charlie had their own, but somehow they usually managed to avoid getting carded. As they waited for the small group in front of them to go in, Charlie asked, "I know you don't drink. Is there something else you'd like me to get you? Most people won't pay us any attention. They'll be too hopped up on liquid courage to pay us any attention."

River relaxed even more with Charlie's arm around her shoulder, even if her stomach was still in knots. What the hell was she doing? "Yeah, I got it." She could hear the music coming from inside the club like a heartbeat, the place almost seeming to physically pulsate with the beat. "Uh, I think I'll just have water. I'm driving anyway." She shrugged, trying to seem casual as she could, even though her heart was pounding. "You can get whatever you want though. I don't want you to feel like you can't drink because of me."

Charlie Once they were inside, Charlie had to shout over the music. "No worries. If you want to wait on the water, we can dance first and leave it until after if you still want it." If River wasn't drinking, Charlie didn't want to either. It was less about obligation and more about wanting to stay in touch with what was going on. Charlie didn't want to get careless and forget to keep in touch with River's body language.

River just nodded to confirm Charlie's plan. Dance first, water later. God, the music was absolutely deafening. But they'd been right, the crowd was so caught up in themselves that nobody was even looking at her or Charlie as they moved through. She let herself be led to the dance floor, where she stood rigidly, moving her feet and shoulders ever so slightly, in a way that looked more like a twitch than a dance step.

Charlie watched River for a moment before moving behind her. Charlie put both hands on River's arms and leaned in close to be heard above the music. "If I do something that makes you uncomfortable, just let me know! The biggest part of club dancing is letting your hips move to the music." Head all but resting on River's shoulder to stay close, Charlie lowered their arms down to River's hips. "Back and forth." Charlie pushed gently with their hands to give her the idea as they also started to sway. "You will notice around us that the straight dudes barely move and let the girls do everything. That's no fun. It's much more exciting when you can work together." As they moved, Charlie tried not to let their pelvic area brush against River's ass in case it was too much too soon, but they couldn't help the occasional contact with how close they were together. " You doing all right so far?"

River let herself be moved by Charlie's gentle guidance, feeling that familiar pressure building in her center as their body brushed against her's from behind, shivers racing up her spine and down her arms, feeling like electricity at her fingertips. As she swayed her hips, she put her hands on Charlie's on her hips and swayed a little more freely, backing herself up into them so the light touches became more full, but not aggressive or intrusive. "Yeah, I'm great!" This was club dancing? Why had she thought it was so complicated?

Charlie felt a small shiver as River backed fully into them. "I can tell you're great," Charlie teased, leaning their head slightly to brush their nose against River's ear as they danced. It was a little naughty, but Charlie was pretty sure they could get away with it. They squeezed their hands slightly, enjoying the feeling of River's warm hands over theirs. "With just a little instruction, you're a natural."

River felt more shiver's as Charlie touched her ear, and God, it felt like her body was on fire. She continued to move her hips to the beat, turning around and putting her hands around Charlie's neck. Her rhythm was a little off sometimes, but it was easy to pick up the tempo again. Seeing the smile on Charlie's face made it a little easier to let go of herself, and she closed her eyes as she put her head back for a moment, feeling the beat thrum in her chest before opening her eyes again and looking back into their eyes with a laugh that was eaten by the loud music.

Charlie wasn't expecting River to turn around, but they laughed, ducking their head down toward River's. Charlie grinned at her, readjusting their hands to settle around her hips as they pulled River close. They were so relieved to see how much fun she seemed to be having, especially since she'd seemed so apprehensive about it. It took them a few seconds to get their rhythm in sync with River's, but once they'd accomplished it, Charlie almost felt like they could go all night.

River Being pulled closer made feel like the fire already burning under her skin had a log thrown on it, and it roared to life, seeming to move her hands on their own accord as they tangled in the mop of short hair on Charlie's head. The two of them had experienced a lot together with their mermish lessons and trips underwater together, but this wasn't something she thought she'd ever experience with them. She drank in their joyous expressions with hungry eyes. Every angle of their jaw, every crease in their lips...or at least, what se could see through the club lights anyway. After a while, she thought maybe her staring was a bit too intense, and she stopped her dancing for a moment. "I'm...thirsty!" she called out over the music, jabbing her thumb toward the bar as a visual cue in case they couldn't hear her.

Charlie tilted their head back slightly as River's hands tugged at their hair. Savoring the moment, Charlie made a small noise of contentment that was most definitely lost in the sound of the music. They happily continued dancing, and while Charlie felt a pang of loss as River pulled away, they understood. They followed River over to the bar and waited until the bartender came over. "I'll take a twisted tea," Charlie said, reneging on their earlier plan not to drink. It wasn't particularly strong, after all. They turned to River. "Still want the water?"

River nodded, panting from being so out of breath. She hadn't realized how hard she was dancing until she'd stopped, realizing she was sweating too. The bartender brought their drinks over and River took the water up and sucked it down in only a few gulps. The refill wasn't far behind, and she sucked that down too. She smiled over at Charlie once she'd caught her breath, grabbing her hair and putting it up in a bun, feeling the hair that was touching her neck was soaked. "I bet all this sweat is just utterly attractive, huh?"

Charlie drank from their glass, watching in amusement as River downed so much water so fast. "Sweat can be very attractive," they insisted. "Gives an idea of how much effort your partner is putting in. The best times usually involve some sweat." They winked before turning to look back out at the dance floor. "Liking the scene more than you thought you would?"

River did the trademark blush at Charlie's words, but brushed past them because in all honesty, she liked the flirting, even if she wasn't always equipped to respond in kind. "Yeah, it's okay. Loud though. And sort of overwhelming." She reached over and put a hand on Charlie's on the bar. "Glad I have someone with experience to show me the ropes."

Charlie "It is very loud," Charlie agreed, flipping their hand to squeeze River's briefly. "I'll gladly be your guide anytime." They sipped at their drink and swallowed down the last of it. Charlie took the opportunity to stretch their arms out as they watched the crowd dance. "Care to join them again, or are you ready to head back? No pressure either way!"

River glanced back at the dance floor. The thought of joining in that crowd again made her feel even more tired at the thought. "Nah, I think it's time to head out, if that's cool?"

Charlie nodded. "That's totally fine with me. Taking me back to my place?" Charlie purposefully tried to phrase the question in a way that could be taken as purely a question... or as an offer. They didn't want to play their whole hand, though, especially since River had already stepped out of her comfort zone once tonight.

River nodded. It sounded like an invitation was laced into their words, but she didn't want to assume...and didn't know exactly how to respond. So she just took Charlie's hand and led her through the crowded club and to the doors, getting to the RV in record time. "That was fun," she said as she started off toward Charlie's place. "I still have two left feet and no rhythm, but I think I held my own in there," she joked, shooting Charlie a sideways glance and a smirk.

Charlie smiled down at their joined hands and followed River out to the car. "It definitely was," Charlie agreed, offering a mischievous look. "I think you did pretty well. Amazing for a beginning." They laughed as they reached out to push River's arm, careful not to do it hard enough to disrupt her driving.

River was glad the atmosphere was playful, but the closer she drove to Charlie's place, the more tense she became. The uncertainty was almost debilitating as she pulled up in front of the building, and she felt sweat trickle down her temple even though she had the AC blasting on her from the vents. "Here we are," she said quietly, turning in her seat to face Charlie.

Charlie glanced over at River as she drove, feeling a bit self-conscious of the silence surrounding them. When River pulled in, Charlie offered her a reassuring smile. "I had a really great time tonight." They hesitated, feeling odd leaving it at that. "Can I kiss you?"

River 's eyes went wide. She was suddenly aware of every nerve ending in her body, feeling the air heavy around her. But she nodded in reply, maybe a little too enthusiastically.

Charlie couldn't help their smile as they leaned in. They decided to tease it out some, leaning forward and pausing just before their lips touched. After a beat, Charlie pressed forward again to press their lips firmly against River's.

River leaned forward to meet Charlie in the middle between the seats. The paused before their lips connected felt like an eternity, but when they finally met she felt that familiar feeling of fire and a gentle boil right beneath her skin. She leaned in hungrily, her hand reaching up to touch their cheek and cup it gently, her other hand still on the wheel.

Charlie couldn't help a chuckle against River's lips as she responded so enthusiastically. Charlie tilted their head slightly toward her hand, bringing one of their own up to River's shoulder. Feeling a bit naughty, they parted their lips and pressed down against River's lower lip.

River let out a sound of contentment, bordering on a moan, but not quite. Her breath hitched with Charlie captured one of her lips in their's, and responded by leaning in more, reaching her free hand over to unbuckled her seat belt to get a better angle. That free hand then found their arm, fingertips traveling up lightly from their forearm to their shoulder, then the nape of their neck

Charlie heard the seatbelt unbuckle and reacted accordingly, undoing their own and reaching to pull River closer. Since River's arm was already around their neck, it wasn't a difficult task. They bit softly at her bottom lip as their arms secured around River's waist. Charlie broke the kiss to lean back into the hand still tangled in their hair with a smile groan.

River As Charlie leaned back, River took the opportunity to put her lips on their neck, trailing feverous kisses on the tight pale skin. She could feel herself getting worked up, wanting to press her body against theirs and take them right here in her RV. There was a bed after all. But she stopped herself, pulling back and panting, feeling absolutely breathless, even more out of breath than she'd been on the dance floor. She pressed her forehead to Charlie's and let out a low chuckle. "I don't want to, uh...get too out of control, I guess," she said, before adding. "Not yet." She ran her fingers through their short undercut, savoring the feeling. "I don't want to rush whatever this is." The moment she said it, she regretted it, because goddamn, she wanted them so badly. She could be completely misreading the situation too. Maybe this was her only chance and she was blowing it? Maybe the 'this' she was feeling was really nothing and now she looked like a presumptuous jackass? A lot of possibilities surged through her paranoid mind all at once, and probably slipped onto her face as she searched Charlie's for reassurance.

Charlie let out a tiny gasp as they felt River's lips against their neck. This was building so beautifully, and Charlie felt a definite pang of remorse as River spoke. Eyes opening slowly, Charlie shoved that feeling down because it wasn't a fair one. Still blinking back to reality, Charlie took in River's words and worried expression. "That's okay," Charlie said, leaning in for one last chaste kiss. "I won’t pretend I won't be thinking about you tonight, but I can wait. I've found it's usually worth it." Charlie flashed another smile as they reached behind them for the door handle to physically create some space. "I had a lot of fun tonight."

River physically sighed with relief at Charlie's response. It had went much better than she'd expected. And the part where they claimed they'd be thinking about her tonight made her feel...weirdly good about herself. "So did I," she said. "We'll have to do it again soon." She smiled wide at them.

Charlie nodded, smirking as they added, "It's a date."